I'm going to try really hard this upcoming quarter to get more updates posted. Cause I feel I've been slacking a lot and I know you guys can't wait forever for me to do cool stuff. So, I'm sorry. I hope you enjoy the update. Regular PV
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"Oh I thought the world of you,
I thought nothing could go wrong,
but I was wrong, I was wrong.
If you, if you could get by, trying not to lie
Things wouldn't be so confused and I wouldn't feel so used
But you always really knew, I just wanna be with you."
Linger, The Cranberries.
The last few days Sasuke had spent at school and at home had been awkward to say the least. Since his kiss with Naruto was now public news, whenever the two were seen in the minimalist proximities of each other, people swarmed them. They were everywhere. Poking, prodding, all with their questions, their jealousies. It was too much for Sasuke. He stayed home very often, hating to venture forth and perhaps be attacked by the rabid media. And if anything, all of this coverage just made things between him and Naruto even more awkward. He couldn't have alone time with him so he could explain things properly and every time he tried, the press would just come out of nowhere and insert their noses into his business like everyone needed to know.
But that wasn't the only thing causing his life to be difficult. Oh no. Madara was sure helping greatly with it. Ever since Madara and he exchanged their heated words and got into that small fight, he had been death glaring Sasuke, much like a spited child would. Of course, Madara would speak to Sasuke. Mostly to lord over him or to make some kind of ridiculous or snippy comment that drove him up the wall. And Itachi wouldn't let him get into another argument with his uncle, not again. Who knew what exactly Madara would do this time? He had gotten pretty physical the last time too, so that meant he could have been crazy enough to end Sasuke just because he could. Itachi did warn that Madara came packaged with a very short fuse. Though, Sasuke noticed, Madara only seemed to lose his said temper when the matter he was getting involved in dealt with Itachi. Well, out of all the cases he'd seen…
Sasuke sighed as he lay down on his bed. He set the book for his class on the ground and just spread out completely, staring blankly at the ceiling. He really needed to think of what to do, what he wanted to say. This thing with Naruto would be far more easily resolved than his issue with Madara. Madara was too hardheaded and hot-tempered to be approached and appeased with success, especially right now.
But he just wasn't sure what he could say to the blond to make him feel better or if anything less awkward. It wasn't like he could just spill the beans about what he had been doing with Itachi. No, that wouldn't exactly give the best feedback. Who knew what Naruto would think of him then? And what he also couldn't tell him that Itachi and he weren't related either. He'd have to tell Naruto everything. Even though, deep down, Sasuke actually wanted to. He didn't like that he had to keep his so called best friend in the dark. From what he understood anyway, friends didn't do that.
But, what else COULD he do? Really, in both of the current situations he was facing, there weren't any or real solutions that seemed to pop up and make their presences known.
The fake Uchiha rolled onto his side so that he was facing the wall. He hadn't been too surprised that Itachi would hide something like their current situation from him. Orochimaru had been his previous owner and he very much appreciated not having to relive his former life as often as he could. Those memories haunted him while he slept and he tried his hardest to keep them away while he was awake. And Itachi had been kind enough to protect him from that, for a little while at least. Now whenever he saw his owner or Madara he couldn't help but be stabbed with guilt. He had been the reason why they were suffering so much. Even though Madara claims there were secondary motives already in play, which Sasuke did believe, he still acted as catalyst to the whole event.
Although, it also could be partially blamed on Sai, actually, all of this mess could really all be blamed on Sai. What possessed that boy to do what he did; Sasuke knew he would never understand. Why would he do something like this? What had Sasuke really ever done to him that would cause him to be so spiteful? All of it seemed to boil down to Naruto. Maybe Sai thought that if Sasuke's past started to rouse itself from the grave that Itachi would become more protective, maybe more abusive, and keep him somewhere quiet. Somewhere his master deemed safe. Obviously Sai thought that every single man who walked into Danzo's establishment would be the same. Cold, hateful, despicable. Sometimes they could be even called pure evil, just like Danzo.
Or perhaps, Sai realized that Itachi wasn't a horrible monster. That he was a genuine, beautiful creature. Nothing like the other men they met and experienced. Sai easily could have been jealous of his good fortune. But it couldn't be reaffirmed. He doubted Sai would ever like to speak with him again. Especially with all of the information Sasuke now knew about what he had done. If he could though, he would warn Sai that Madara is a man to leave be, that he should be trifled with no longer. Madara had friends on the other side and, Sasuke felt, he wasn't afraid to use those connections at all. Sai was going to slip up someday, Sasuke knew, and it wasn't going to be pretty. Whether Madara helped to push him to his knees remained to be seen. All that was really certain was that it wasn't going to be a nice relief either. If and when Danzo found out, he would kill Sai, but he would torture him first. He had jeopardized everything after all. It was only nature Danzo make an example of him so that it warded off any other wistful spirits. The thought made Sasuke gulp a little. Sai needed to stop now before he was as dead as…
Sasuke was jarred out of his thoughts by a soft rapping at his door. He sat up as soon as Itachi walked into the room. "Don't be too displeased…" Sasuke looked at his master with a disapproving frown, marring his once calm features. This had already come out bad. Whatever it was, it was just going to make Sasuke more aggravated when Itachi said it. Though, he was curious about what Itachi could have wanted from him. "Naruto is here."
"Oh come on…" Sasuke muttered as he flopped his head back down on the pillow. He thought about suffocating himself with the feathery cushion but decided against it. Itachi would stop him anyway.
"You didn't let me finish." Itachi stated as he crossed his arms over his chest. "He was dragged along here…By his brother, Kyuubi."
"What?"
"Kyuubi wanted to come and see me and he decided to drag Naruto along. So, please Sasuke, for the sake of being civil; will you come down and at least hang out with him so he isn't so lonely with just me and his brother?"
Sasuke let out an exasperated sigh and got up from his bed. "Fine, fine…Even though, since you are my master, you could have just commanded me to do it."
"Oh? Okay then, I'll play. March little man, you're aspiring boyfriend is waiting."
"Got jokes now, I see." Sasuke said with a small smirk on his face. "As you wish master, I'm happy to please you." He bowed as he walked out of his door, Itachi following behind him, shaking his head. Even though it was a disapproving gesture, Itachi was smiling. Sasuke couldn't help but think that the Uchiha looked the most beautiful when he smiled. It brought light to his stoic features, making him almost inhumanly gorgeous.
Sasuke stopped short at the stairs, peering over the railing. A person could see everything from this high, and the raven spied Naruto in the kitchen, speaking to what looked like a wall. Of course, Sasuke figured, his brother was the one he was speaking to. It also could have been incognito Madara, but from the less defensive stance and lack of smirking, he assumed otherwise. Itachi smacked Sasuke's butt once, a friskier yet very welcomed gesture from his master, so he would continue his way down the stairs. The smaller raven shook his head but couldn't help the pleased smile that crept its way onto his lips. Sometimes he really liked having Itachi as his master.
Itachi led Sasuke into the kitchen and before Sasuke could even stop walking; Naruto was staring dead at him. Of course over the past few days they hadn't exactly spoke. The best either could muster was a half-baked escape plan from the paparazzi, which always ended with them silently parting ways. So this was probably going to be the first time they actually attempted actual conversation, not awkward and weird conversation, Sasuke hoped. Naruto had a slight flush to his face and he looked away from Sasuke, which dashed his hopes that the blond would want to talk to him. Of course Naruto's overly dramatic emotions would make him tongue tied around the fake Uchiha. Sasuke sighed internally and shifted his attention towards the looming figure who was clicking his tongue thoughtfully.
Kyuubi…Was nothing like what Sasuke had been expecting. He expected, since Naruto and he shared parents, that they'd look pretty identical. But, Kyuubi was a different case entirely. He was taller, a good head or so taller than Naruto. He was contoured with muscle, making the shirt he was wearing tighter around the arms. But what seemed to strike him the most was Kyuubi's hair. It was long, reaching the small of his back, but spiked out, somewhat like Naruto's hair. It was crimson red where blond should have been. The only thing that matched between the siblings was their eyes. Kyuubi had deep blue eyes that seemed to shine with mischief, just like Naruto did. It was strange. Perhaps Kyuubi had a different mother than Naruto?
"Well, well, well, well…Well." Kyuubi paused before saying the last one then shifted his eyes around strangely like he didn't know what he was doing. His voice was velvety and deep, Sasuke noticed right away. His smirked but it wasn't an arrogant one, it was playful, something that almost made Sasuke feel a little nervous. Kyuubi just seemed…Weird. But at the same time, he was like the picture of masculinity. The red head pushed himself off the wall and came to stand in front of Sasuke, glancing down. His eyes were shinning with curiosity. "So, you're the fabled son of Madara, neh? He's shorter than I pictured…" He reached out and poked Sasuke in the face, very lightly, as though he was seeing if the smaller boy was real.
"Hn?" Was Sasuke only response to the comment. A well-deserved swat to the hand served as retaliation to the poke. Naruto chuckled softly when Kyuubi's pulled back to nurse his hand and pout. Of course he was short, who wasn't short compared to this towering, red headed beast of a man?
"Kyuubi, don't just poke people. It's rude and a little bit on the annoying side. Besides, Sasuke is still young, he still has time to grow." Itachi said with a slight wave of his hand. "I frankly remember a wimp of child in high school. Short, weak…"
"Hey don't bring up unpleasant experiences. High school was the hardest time of my life." Kyuubi turned away from Itachi then and focused his attention on Sasuke once more. "He's pretty cute if I do say so myself...Neh, say something will ya? Ol' Kyuubi won't bite." He flashed a cheeky smile at the smaller raven, showing his slightly elongated, pointed canines. But somehow, Sasuke recalled, Naruto had similar canines. Maybe the two were full brothers after all.
All of them turned when they heard the garage door open. Itachi started to frown and sighed as he walked across the kitchen to unlock the door the person was undoubtedly going to open to get into the house. Madara popped his head in, an unusually jovial look on his face, which contorted to a frown upon laying his eyes on Kyuubi and Naruto.
"Oh God, it's you." Madara said as he walked in through the door. He huffed a little and crossed his arms over his chest, shaking his head disapprovingly. "Itachi, why do you not inform me when you have less than pleasant company over?"
"Depends, why do you come over unannounced?" Itachi quipped, walking over to his refrigerator and pulling a bottle of sparking water out. He popped the cap and looked expectantly at his uncle. He even batted his pretty eyelashes to annoy him more.
"Don't gang up on me." Madara said as he pushed past Kyuubi and grabbed onto Sasuke. "You're the only one who never betrays me, fruit of my loins."
"Please refrain from calling me such a…hideous pet name. It disturbs me." Sasuke replied, trying to free himself of his 'father' and his vice-like grip.
"You're betraying me, stop." Madara said, holding tighter than before.
"No."
"Uncle, let the boy go. You'll crush him to death." Madara huffed at his nephew's comment and let Sasuke go. The fake Uchiha brushed himself off and shook his head. To him, Madara seemed to be acting strange, but he didn't really know if this was typical Kyuubi behavior or if the man was in a strange mood. Before this point, the only time Madara had ever touched him in an affectionate way was on camera. And that was only to keep the act up. Any way Sasuke looked at it, Kyuubi was the cause of the behavior.
He wanted to ask Itachi why Madara was weird around Kyuubi but he knew that it had to be a question asked later when he and Itachi weren't in the older man's presence. Who knew how Madara would react to Sasuke acting such a question? Sasuke couldn't help but think the response would be dramatic…
"Why are you here anyway Kyuubi? I thought you were on vacation."
"In case you haven't noticed, Kyuubi is always on vacation." It was the first thing Naruto had said, and he seemed to be getting a little more comfortable with the whole situation as it was. Even though Sasuke was there. Kyuubi shrugged with a smirk as though he couldn't deny it.
"He's right you know? But I did come back from Amsterdam yesterday. Had a great trip, if you wanted to know." Kyuubi said with yet another shrug.
"Let me guess, slummed around Amsterdam, drinking, smoking, and partying? Living the life you always dreamed of?" Madara didn't seem too amused yet his tone seemed to suggest otherwise. Sasuke was really itching to know what had transpired between Kyuubi and Madara now. Their relationship just seemed off. Almost as though they would almost be considered friends if they weren't constantly quipping and sniping at each other.
"Yes sir, it was great. I got so high on hash brownies one night that I fell in the street and got taken home by an elderly woman who felt bad for me. It was awesome…She made the most tasty waffles. She was a saint that woman." Kyuubi was beaming from ear to ear. Sasuke could see the family resemblance now. They had a very loud, boisterous personality. Sasuke huffed a little, smirking to himself. "Neh? What's so funny mini-Madara?"
"You know, that was a dangerous situation you got yourself in. For one, you could have been hit by a car. Not to mention that woman could have killed you…You really don't think things through, do you?" Sasuke replied nonchalantly.
Kyuubi's eyes widened and his face flushed. He looked away from Sasuke and seemed to almost glance at Itachi for support, but the Uchiha was chuckling softly into his bottle. He crossed his arms over his chest and childishly began to pout. Naruto was standing off to the side, a hand over his mouth. He was bent over slightly, trying his hardest to keep his laughter in.
"Neh, such tough talk coming from a boy who face battled my brother in public. That wasn't too thought out either, don't ya think?"
Naruto instantly stopped laughing and paled. Sasuke's smirk fell right off his face and his face gained a slightly bit of color. Madara was twitching with laughter.
"Ohhhh!" Madara yelled out and threw an arm around his 'son'. "Man, he told your ass! Ah, damn, that was good too. You should have seen your face! I really hope that knocks you down a notch or two."
"Daddy…" Sasuke voice was a little strained and Madara threw his hands up.
"Okay, okay. I get it. Geez, bringing out the 'D' word, making me feel all old."
Kyuubi was smirking as he approached Sasuke for a second time. "One of the reasons I actually came here was because of that picture. I felt as though I wanted to get to know you, since, you seem to know my littlest treasure well enough to make face."
Sasuke glanced over at Naruto, whose face was completely flushed due to the accusation. He noticed that the pretend Uchiha was looking at him and averted his gaze. Of course, Naruto was going to make this even more awkward by not looking at him. Kyuubi seemed to notice the aversion and smirked wider.
"Kyuubi…" Itachi warned but red head waved him off.
"Not now, the awkwardness between the two of them is almost disgusting. Neh, don't you two have the desire? I'm pretty sure no one would object to this union."
"It was a kiss Kyuubi, not a marriage proposal." Naruto interjected. Sasuke felt the only reason the usually loud and bursting blond was talking was just coming to people's defenses randomly. He had come to Kyuubi and now he was protecting himself and Sasuke. It was almost weird not hearing a peep from the blond. Sasuke realized then it was because he was starting to miss the sound of the blond's voice. Naruto was supposed to be his best friend, right? It was normal to feel that way. To miss him, even if it was just a little bit.
Kyuubi seemed to ignore his brother's words and wave him off, dismissing the comment completely. "Doesn't matter to me." The red head said with a shrug. "And even if you don't want to pursue anything, you shouldn't let it hurt your friendship, ya know? If I let kissing get in the way of my friendships, then Itachi and I wouldn't be very good friends."
Sasuke instantly felt something spike up in his heart, a bitterness that glazed the back of his tongue, bringing forth an almost hateful burn within his chest. He felt a pair of eyes upon him but it wasn't Itachi looking at him, but Madara. The older Uchiha almost seemed to gauge his reaction, to make sure he wasn't going to do anything stupid. Sasuke shifted his gaze towards Itachi, who had remained mostly silent throughout this whole ordeal. He was staring at Kyuubi; his eyes almost narrowed enough to be considered a glare.
Kyuubi instantly noticed the tension and went to correct his statement. "But that was a long time ago. What's in the past should stay there."
For some reason, those words stuck a chord within Sasuke. He had been living by those words for these past few weeks, hadn't he? It felt good to hear that someone also thought the same thing he did. The past was the past for a reason. Dwelling upon it only brought back ill feelings and annoying reminds of what he had escaped. Maybe Kyuubi wasn't so bad after all. Even though, Sasuke still was very curious about what did lay in Kyuubi's past. It seemed connected to not only Itachi but Madara. The unknown, it was making Sasuke anxious. He just really wanted to be in the know; he wanted to know everything about this family, especially his master. Being in the dark…it was difficult. Itachi seemed to know a lot of things about his past and he just wanted the same…
Sasuke blinked at that realization. He had never felt that way about anyone before. Sure, he really liked Itachi; he appreciated his kindness, and his inclusive nature. But this feeling…Itachi was on his mind constantly. He wanted to be close to this man, know everything about him. Was he…In love with Itachi? The fake Uchiha twitched a little. That could be dangerous. He had seen many a pet fall in love with their masters only for it to turn horribly wrong at the last second. He'd seen people returned, beaten, bloody, yet still begging for the man to take them back. They would profess their love at that moment and the owner would just turn and leave them to die or be sold again. Sasuke never thought something like that would ever happen to him, and he still hoped it wouldn't.
"Everyone's being too serious right now…" Kyuubi mused. "Neh, neh, Itachi, where's your liquor stash? We need everybody to liven up."
"Here, here. I second that motion." Madara said as he walked over to one of the bottom cabinets. Itachi rolled his eyes as his uncle pulled out a vintage bottle of rum. He popped the cap on it and took a deep sniff. "Oh yeah, this is what I'm talking about. Someone break out the party favors!"
Sasuke frowned a little. This situation was getting more and more dangerous as the seconds passed. He could barely keep his secret in sober, how the hell was he going to pull this off drunk? And another thing…Sasuke had never been under the influence of anything before. Aside from the strange pills they used to give them at Danzo's compound, but that had just been to keep their hyperactive, childish nature subdued. He only had to take those pills for a month when he was eight, but even still, he hadn't like the feeling it brought over him. However, alcohol may have been different from that feeling. The pills brought him down, and hard, he had been lethargic and couldn't focus because of how sluggish and sleepy he felt.
But, this could be way different right? He wouldn't know until he tried it…
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Sasuke smiled as he clinked his shot glass with Madara's. It had all seemed like blur of craziness. Within two hours of them cracking open the bottle, everyone was on their ass. The house was filled with laughter, mostly Kyuubi's, but it was almost more welcoming that way. It actually felt like what a house should, warm, full of acceptance and love. It was nice. After Sasuke downed what was left in his glass, he slumped over onto Madara's lap, who actually accepted him without a fuss. He gently ran his fingers through the delicate, silky spikes. Sasuke let out a soft sigh of contentment, wishing that it wasn't Madara, but Itachi who was petting him. But, in his current mood, he wasn't going to be choosey.
"Awww, even though Madara is the epitome of evil, he's still a big old softy for his son." Kyuubi mused as he removed his arm from around Itachi's shoulders. The Uchiha rolled his eyes but still continued to pet the pretend son, seeming to very much enjoy the contact. Sasuke was facing outward so he could still see everyone and he flashed his gaze over to Itachi's eyes. The look there was one of arousal and maybe a little bit of jealousy. Sasuke liked it; he wanted Itachi to be possessive and jealous. He felt that if they made love later, it was going to be passionate and feral. It was going to let their base instincts run wild.
"Well, he is my loin fruit."
"You know," Sasuke said suddenly, "fruit isn't the offspring of plants, seeds are. Fruit is the ripe ovaries of the plant. And last time I checked, that didn't make me loin fruit."
Itachi chuckled softly as he took a sip of whatever he had been nursing for the past half-hour. "He's right Madara."
"Hush loin fruit, you're ruining the moment." Madara said coddling Sasuke closer into his body. The fake Uchiha struggled for a moment before freeing himself. "Wow, he's got the drunken strength."
Sasuke stood up, shakily and stumbled his way over to the couch where Naruto was seated. He laid his head back, closing his eyes so he could relax more and instantly felt warmth on his body. He cracked his eye open and wasn't too surprised to see Naruto snuggling up to him. The blond was drunk. But then again so was he. He flopped his head down, not really noticing until the action was complete, that his nose was in the blond's hair and that he was actually nuzzling him affectionately. Sasuke could feel the eyes upon him, they were waiting, wondering, watching, just curious as to what he would do next.
But before the raven could actually do anything, Naruto pulled his head up and planted a soft, rum flavored kiss on Sasuke's surprised lips. The fake Uchiha blinked as his head was gripped a little forcefully. He was pulled down and slightly mouth raped by the overzealous blond. But after a few moments of rough kissing, Sasuke got into the feel of it. He didn't understand what his body was doing, he knew Madara, Kyuubi, and Itachi were all right there but he couldn't stop himself. The kiss was nice though, it was rougher than what he was used to and it almost surprised him that Naruto was being so domineering and feral with him. It was…A welcomed change.
Sasuke pushed at Naruto's chest when he heard the flirtatious, girly laughter of Kyuubi. The blond pulled back with a sigh of annoyance and glanced over Sasuke's shoulder to see what was going on as well. It was obvious the time, people, and place had slipped his mind. Kyuubi was all over Itachi in that moment, muttering things against his neck and sending sideways glances over at the entangled duo. Kyuubi grabbed Itachi's face and brought it down so he could whisper in the Uchiha's ear. For some reason, whatever Kyuubi had said really upset Itachi because he stood up instantly, shoving the red head off of him. He walked into the kitchen and Madara held up a hand to Sasuke saying he would follow his nephew. The pretend Uchiha wondered what Kyuubi could have said…Itachi never seemed very fazed by anything but whatever it was; it must have really pushed the line.
"Sasuke, hey, focus for a minute…" Naruto muttered against his neck. The harshly whispered words sent chills down his spine. The air against his skin was hot, yet still tickled. The raven shuddered as he looked back at the blond. "This isn't how I wanted things to go…But, well, don't think badly of me for making this suggestion." Naruto's voice was more controlled that Sasuke had been expecting. The control made him inwardly shiver with arousal he didn't know Naruto could produce in him. "How about we go to your room where it will be a bit more private?"
Sasuke didn't know if it was just all of the alcohol hitting him at one time or if it was panic that made him pull away from Naruto. He felt a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach. He just needed a little room to breathe and get his head on straight. He rushed into the kitchen and just stood there, his hands resting on the cool marble of the island. Madara was standing opposite of him, a cool glass of water in hand. He blinked at his 'son' before handing it over to the boy. The Uchiha couldn't help but think that Sasuke looked like he was about to faint.
Madara walked around the island so that he was standing beside Sasuke. The pretend Uchiha didn't realize how thirsty he was until the water was in his hand; he gulped it down greedily, letting it spill down his throat and chest, wetting the shirt he was wearing. Madara watched calmly, licking his lips unconsciously as he watched the drops of water cascade down the unmarred, pale flesh. He grabbed the glass from Sasuke and tilted his chin up so that the younger raven would look him in the eyes. When Sasuke had finished water was still soaking his skin and chest but the look on his face, the way he seemed almost dazed, it reminded Madara of...Izuna. The Uchiha instantly snapped out of that thought. Even though Sasuke looked like him, sometimes acted like him, he was not Izuna. And he could never replace him…
"My, my, what a mess you've made." He muttered as he softly ran his fingers up Sasuke's neck, catching the drops on his fingers. He brought them to his mouth and licked them off as though they were a treat of the gods. "Sweet…"
Madara let go of Sasuke's chin and there was a faint pinkness of to the younger raven's cheeks as he did. The Uchiha liked it. Sasuke was submissive towards him, just like he was towards Itachi. He petted Sasuke's face softly; his thumb gently caressing the contours of his smooth, soft skin. It was as though Madara was mapping it and committing it to memory. Sasuke leaned into the touch seeming to make a soft purring noise in the back of his throat; Madara liked that too, smirking to show his appreciation of the noise. Eventually he dropped his thumb down and ran it across Sasuke's bottom lip, noting how full and bruised it was getting from Naruto's harsh kiss.
Lust was starting to cloud Madara's better judgment. But how could it not? Sasuke was looking up at him, his big eyes sparkling with innocence and confusion. The boy was just being so completely and utterly submissive…How could he not want to bed the poor thing right then and there? A flash of Itachi crossed his mind but he put that in the back of his mind. Though, if he was caught doing anything to his nephew's dearest pet, Itachi would be quite furious with him. Itachi had stepped out in the back for a breather, which, Madara knew would only get him about ten to fifteen minutes alone with his 'son'. That wasn't much time to do any damage really. Not to mention there were other nuisances in the other room like that brat Kyuubi and his adorable little brother. He pulled Sasuke into his chest and started to pet his head again, enjoying the feeling of the spikes in his fingers…This also reminded him of Izuna. He shook his head. It was almost hard to process that Sasuke wasn't Izuna, they looked so similar, they were both so emotional…And it just made his boil bubble with lust.
Sasuke was confused about what was happening. Madara was being uncommonly nice to him. Usually Madara made snappy comments but was generally fine to be around. Today, however, he was all affection. Itachi usually only showed him this much affection when they were alone…And usually a bit more. But that wasn't the point. Madara must have wanted something from the raven; he was just acting out of character. And frankly, it was starting to weird Sasuke out. Sure, it was nice to get pleasant attention from Madara instead of him making threats or being physically aggressive, but he was far more used to that than this.
Madara let out a breathy sigh as he kissed the top of Sasuke's head. "Why are you teasing me like this?" He asked the small figure in his arms. He was speaking into Sasuke's scalp and the warm breath on his skin made him shudder against Madara's frame. "It's okay…Just let me hold you a little longer…" He held Sasuke a little closer, squeezing a little more. Madara didn't know why his heart suddenly felt so seized by the tiny boy in his arms. He let a sigh escape his lips which contained a whisper of a name. "Izuna…" Sasuke looked up at the Uchiha and he couldn't help but steal a kiss from those plumped, darkened lips. They were sweet with the alcohol he'd be drinking and he had his own unique taste too, something Madara couldn't label, but if anything it was the sweetness of innocence. His hands trailed down Sasuke's back, caressing a more than firm backside, which earned him a soft hitch in the raven's breath.
To him, Sasuke had become far less guarded; far more open that when he was normally. And with that openness came a feigned sense of innocence which drove deeply into the lusts of men. The wickedness of the drink could do that though. Bring out a softer side but still strike the heart with darker, eviler traits of the soul and flesh. When he pulled back from Sasuke, he looked confused and that struck a dark note within Madara. He could have had this…He could have had this all along.
Why had he been so foolish? Madara shook himself of that thought. He'd done it for the right reasons. He'd done it for Itachi…But now he couldn't help but think…
"Uncle, what are you doing?" Itachi's voice rang clear as a bell, cutting his thoughts before he could even formulate them in a cohesive manner.
"Just holding the boy," He replied, continuing to pet Sasuke softly. "Is that against the rules now?"
"No, no, I didn't mean that. I meant the thing you thought I didn't see."
Madara didn't pause in his ministrations though. "Oh that? What's a kiss between family?"
Itachi eyes narrowed as he took his uncle in. Under the influence Madara became a little…Strange. He was far more whimsical, and tending to remember things from his past that drastically affected his actions in the present. Itachi couldn't help but wonder if, while he was holding Sasuke, it reminded him of his Uncle Izuna. Sasuke did look strikingly like his late uncle. "Madara…I know what time of the year it is…To Sasuke this is probably very confusing."
"What is he talking about Madara?" The older Uchiha glanced down at the large and confused charcoal black eyes. Those eyes…They were so similar…
"Nothing that concerns you dearest," Madara muttered as he released Sasuke from his grip. "He's just jealous I got to taste your sugar." He started to walk back into the living room but paused halfway through the kitchen. "Oh and Sasuke?" The boy perked up at the sound of his name and glanced towards Madara. "If you call me 'daddy' again, I'd prefer it in bed." A flush crept up Sasuke's cheeks at the mental image of Madara's large body pinning him down, making him surrender to his influence. But he shook himself of that imagine when he heard Madara chuckle softly.
"Itachi, what were you talking about? I noticed he's been acting strange since he saw Kyuubi…"
"It's not just Kyuubi…" Itachi replied hastily. "This month is the darkest in Uchiha history."
Sasuke glanced pointedly at his master and Itachi had a troubled look upon his face. He hadn't been very direct with his response earlier so Sasuke had no idea what Itachi was trying to refer to. He didn't know anything about the Uchiha clan so how was he supposed to know about the darkest month in their history? Sasuke felt himself getting more curious as the seconds ticked on and couldn't help his thoughts from flickering to the basement. That was bound to have SOMETHING. He wasn't a hundred percent sure, but how would he know if he didn't look?
Itachi looked down at Sasuke and grabbed his wrist softly. When Sasuke had kissed Naruto, somehow it was very appealing to Itachi. He liked to see Sasuke in the midst of passion, especially having a front row seat for it. But, he knew Naruto felt that desire without alcohol, so he needed it to stop. He didn't know why he felt so jealous. Sasuke wasn't particularly interested in Naruto besides for his friendship but even still, that kiss boiled his blood like no other. It made him want to reach over and snatch his pet from the blond's clutches. And Kyuubi's comment hadn't helped much either. Telling him that "Madara's son was a very fuckable little princess" pushed his jealousy right over the edge. Plus Kyuubi hanging off of him and trying to kiss him brought back many, many unwanted memories.
"Itachi…What exactly happened that made Kyuubi and Naruto hate Madara?" Itachi bit his bottom lip as a few vivid images flashed in his mind. He supposed it wouldn't hurt for Sasuke to know what had transpired.
"The entire Uzumaki clan does not favor Madara…" Itachi corrected. "I suppose I can tell you this, though I'm slightly surprised Naruto didn't. About five or so years ago when Kyuubi and I still went to college together, Kyuubi came home with me and we found Madara waiting. The attraction between them was instant. Madara isn't picky with his lovers and neither is Kyuubi, so the age different wasn't an issue. Do you remember me telling you Uzumakis fall for Uchihas?" Sasuke nodded once, knowing right away where this was heading. "Well, Kyuubi had given up on me and us becoming lovers but to him Madara was new, he was fresh. And when Kyuubi fell for Madara, he fell hard. And for a while, I actually thought they were going to have a great relationship and that it might actually go somewhere for both of them. Kyuubi seemed to warm the ice off Madara's heart and Madara controlled Kyuubi's more wild side. But, I was wrong, oh God, I was so wrong. I didn't even see it coming. One day Madara just snapped and ended the relationship completely. He ripped Kyuubi's heart out and stomped on it. He gave no explanation, wouldn't listen to Kyuubi's pleas. It seemed to me that as soon as Madara had gotten bored with Kyuubi, he just moved on, like it hadn't meant anything at all. I wasn't exactly sure what I had been expecting though. Madara has always been a cold person but even I thought this was a little extreme…" Itachi trailed off a bit at the end, looking down at Sasuke. "After they broke up that's when Kyuubi dropped out of college and started his crazy spiral of drugs and alcohol. That's when the trips to other countries started too…He couldn't handle it anymore and he just tried to escape everything in his life."
"But why do they blame Madara? He couldn't have known that Kyuubi was going to fly off the handle like that." Sasuke said. He didn't know why he was defending Madara. He usually hated the man, quite a bit.
"Because all of the nonsense started at the time of break-up. It's easier to blame others instead of yourself, even though, it is, at the very least, partially Madara's fault." Itachi said with a shrug. "But that's in the past and Kyuubi's gotten over it, for the most part anyway. He still has an infatuation with Uchihas though. He thinks you're cute so be wary of Kyuubi right now…And Naruto for that matter."
Sasuke looked down at his feet, kicking invisible dirt with them. "Listen Itachi…I didn't mean for Naruto and I to do that…"
"I'm aware of that much." Itachi said as he petted the raven on the head. "Just…Be more careful around him, okay? If we didn't have what we had right now, or you hated me, I could very easily see you being with Naruto. You'd be a very good match."
Itachi swallowed the bitter taste in the back of his throat. He had never really been jealous of anything before and this wasn't the best time for him to feel like this. Especially since those two annoyances were still in the house, just a mere meter or two away from them at this very moment. Hopefully Madara was keeping them entertained because they'd be here until the liquor wore off. But that still didn't mean he and Sasuke couldn't have quality alone time tonight. The older man smirked as he leaned in, sneaking a soft peck from those sweet, plump lips. "Sasuke, go to my room. Now. I'm going to excuse us for the night."
Sasuke felt the heat gathering in more areas than just his face and he nodded at his master. "Whatever master wants, master gets." Sasuke purred the last part, grinning wickedly before he turned to enter the living room. Sasuke's composure instantly changed. He had his hand over his mouth and one on his stomach, stumbling far more exaggeratedly than before. He slumped towards the stairs before slowly climbing up them. Madara looked curiously towards the doorway where Itachi was looming; they exchanged a few quick smirks before Itachi stepped into the room himself.
"Aww, mini-Madara partied too hard." Kyuubi muttered, sounding disappointed. He had obviously enjoyed Sasuke presence a little too much. "Even when he just party-fouled, that boy is mighty fine."
"My son we're talking about…" Madara muttered as he poured himself another drink.
"Then take it as a compliment." The red head replied snappily. Naruto was leaning against his brother's shoulder, snuggling up to him. He didn't look particularly amused when he glanced at the older Uchiha but wasn't in a foul mood either because his brother was coddled against him so adorably. He gave the blond a small kiss on his temple.
"I guess he does get his devilish good looks from his old man." The older man said with a smirk, finishing off his drink without a bat of an eye. Itachi walked into the room.
"Well for now I'm going to baby your son until he goes to sleep." Itachi said as he ran a hand through his hair. Madara knew Itachi looked annoyed, but it was all a ploy for him to get that little raven underneath him. He had never seen such a passionate, possessive fury inside his nephew before. It was appealing to Madara's more than wicked side. "Don't party too hard uncle, we have work in the morning."
"I call big couch!" Kyuubi yelled suddenly throwing his arms in the air.
"Ah dammit…" Naruto muttered under his breath. "Tiny couch it is…"
"Neh, it's okay, we can cuddle." The red head said as he nuzzled his brother's hair softly. "We've shared beds before."
Itachi shook his head. "Kyuubi you know where the extra blankets and things are. Help yourselves to anything in the house."
"WOOOOO! SLUMBER PARTY AT ITACHI'S HOUSE." Kyuubi yelled. "Man, we haven't had slumber party since we were sixteen…" The younger Uchiha rolled his eyes and smiled at his drunken friend. "If I have a nightmare, can I come cuddle in your bed?"
"Afraid not. Sasuke will be in bed with me tonight." Itachi blurted out. The Uzumaki brothers were giving him strange looks but Itachi quickly recovered. "I have a bathroom in my room, it'll free up the other one for your use. Unless you want Sasuke vomiting all night in there while I keep my door locked?"
"Oh no," Madara said suddenly. "I am not shoving Sasuke out of the way so I can piss. I may love that kid but I'm not scaring him with my massive dick." No one resisted rolling their eyes at that comment. "Besides, he might drunkenly lock the door and that would just make me want to kill him so bad." He was smiling while he said that, nursing the bottle in his hand.
"Yeah, yeah, I get it." Kyuubi said with a wave of his hand. "Now get outta here babysitter boy, I'm trying to party."
Itachi took that as the perfect opportunity to escape before Kyuubi tried to suck him back into conversation. Even though he had kept himself completely contained in the living room, as soon as he ascended the stairs, a wicked, lustful smirk blossomed across his features.
He had taken Sasuke several times by this point, but every time he did it, it just got better and better. The boy learned quickly and was very responsive to his touches. But today, however, would be very different. Sasuke would have to contain that sinful voice of his. He couldn't allow the others to know what they were up to. Well everyone besides Madara, he already knew and that much was obvious.
When he opened his door he was greeted with Sasuke already removing his clothing. Itachi's smirk only widened as he shut and locked the door behind him. Itachi found himself already pulled at the shirt on his chest, removing it swiftly. The raven didn't seem alerted at all when a pair of slim pale arms encircled his waist, pulling him back into the strong body. Lips were upon Sasuke's pale skin within an instant. The Uchiha couldn't still his hands either. They were caressing, massaging, and groping every inch of open skin. Sasuke was already shaking with anticipation as lust entered his blood stream, making him weak in the knee. He turned around so that he could face Itachi, getting on his tip toes so he could seal their lips together. Itachi's head swam with the lingering effects of alcohol and lust. He hadn't taken anyone under the influence in a while. He forgot how much of a rush it was. His cock twitched to life when his tongue dipped into that sweeten cavern, remapping his mouth and teeth for the umpteenth time now. Itachi couldn't help but just let the lust take over, Sasuke did that too him. He seemingly just lost control over himself. It was strange yet very welcomed.
"Itachi…" Sasuke breathed against his lips. "Please?" The innocence in that plea was almost outweighed by the sheer lust of his tone.
"What do you want me to do?" He replied, his lips attacking that pale, beautiful neck. It still had some remnants of their previous lovemaking. But the cooler weather allowed Sasuke to wear higher collared shirts so no one ever seemed to notice. Sasuke whined softly as lips and fingers sinfully stroked his still shaking frame. Itachi's finger found the warmed metal of Sasuke's nipple ring and gave it a soft tug, making the smaller raven arch into the touch. The Uchiha loved these modifications so much. It had made Sasuke more sensitive and begging to be touched even after a few small, teasing pulls. Itachi noticed this was the most his control had ever slipped with the boy. His fingers and mouth couldn't stop devouring and tasting that delicious skin. The tugging and molesting wouldn't stop. He wanted all of Sasuke, all of him. And he wanted it to himself. Sasuke could feel the possessiveness of the touches and couldn't help but crave more of this man. He wanted Itachi to be rough with him, wild, and just take him as hard and passionately as he could. That was what he wanted him to do.
"Please take me…" Sasuke pleaded. His wrapped his arms around Itachi's neck, pulling himself closer to the larger man. He buried his head in Itachi's chest and started to kiss the pale skin that resided there. He alternated between kisses and licks as he slowly yet steadily dropped to his knees. He popped the button of Itachi's jeans and pulled them down swiftly. Itachi's cock was already so hard and Sasuke's soft puffs of warm air only made the Uchiha even more excited. Sasuke gripped it firmly before taking the head into his mouth, sucking it softly. The bulb of his tongue ring rubbed the underside if the Uchiha's cock, switching the textures of Sasuke's mouth. His tongue was slick and had a slightly textured feel but the ring was different. It was smooth and small, giving him both sensations at one time when Sasuke licked. Itachi purred with delight and he stroked Sasuke's hair lovingly, encouraging him to do more. His tongue removed the pre-cum dripping from it and savored the taste on his tongue. He started to suck more into his mouth and Itachi's breath hitched when Sasuke's bottom teeth scraped a particularly sensitive area. The raven looked up at his master, his charcoal eyes sparkling with desire. Itachi loved the sight of it, Sasuke's mouth spread around his cock while he looked up with such dazzling eyes. It was a sight he'd burn in his memory; it was so arousing to him.
Sasuke was trying his best to shove Itachi's massive girth past the circle of his throat but it was difficult because it was just so large. He wasn't an expert at this yet. This was only the third time he'd done this for Itachi but he actually enjoyed it. He liked eliciting such delectably arousing groans from his master's lips. Itachi's breath hitched as his hands went down into the silken spikes. He also liked that, when Itachi's strong hands would scratch against his scalp and his control would slip more and more. He loved it when Itachi just threw all caution into the wind and let his more domineering, feral side run wild.
The raven bobbed his head slowly but steadily on the cock in his mouth, sucking his cheeks in so that the soft flesh would tease Itachi harshly. The motions were replied to with a tightened grip in his hair, Itachi was fisting the locks as loosely as he could so he wouldn't hurt his pet but was difficult to resist. He wanted to grab Sasuke's head and still it so he could thrust his cock into that succulent, dirty mouth. Self-control was slipping quickly from Itachi and he knew if this continued any longer he could be doing things to his pet he would regret.
Sasuke's mouth was so warm and soft. Even though he was inexperienced, the younger raven was responsive to Itachi's requests and was very eager to please. What he lacked in skill he made up for in enthusiasm. And how could Itachi not like that? It meant Sasuke tried harder, sucked more, brought him close to the brink but then teased him away. Itachi growled a little as he started to thrust into Sasuke's mouth. He stilled his head and allowed Itachi to do as he pleased, relaxing his throat as much as he could as Itachi's massive girth passed in and out of his lips. Sasuke shifted, palming his already leaking erection. Itachi was turning him on so much that his cock was starting to hurt with pent up lust. The Uchiha looked down and saw that Sasuke was growing more and more impatient and was reduced to pleasuring himself. Itachi needed him…He needed him now.
"Sasuke, that's enough." Itachi said breathlessly. The raven pulled his mouth back about to say something in protest when he was roughly grabbed and lifted from the ground to Itachi's bed. Sasuke was flopped onto his stomach and didn't even get a chance to move when he felt the bed shift behind him. Itachi's form was looming over him and he felt suddenly hands gently tracing his spine. He relaxed into the touches, loving how gentle Itachi was at the moment. But he shivered with anticipation knowing this attention would soon change. And sure enough as soon as the fingers were slowly making their way to his entrance, Itachi's control snapped again. He pulled Sasuke's limp body up so he was settled against Itachi's chest once again. He captured Sasuke's lips harshly, teeth clashing, lips being bitten. Sasuke moaned softly and Itachi gripped the smaller raven's face. "Sasuke, you have to be quiet tonight, okay? We don't to want to alert anyone, do we?"
Sasuke shook his head and Itachi kissed him again. It was going to be difficult for Itachi as well though; he liked when Sasuke was noisy, and wouldn't hold back the pleasure building in his body. He would have to exhibit a little more control than he wanted to. But, given the current situation, he didn't know if he could.
It was all going so fast; Sasuke's head was spinning and drowning in lust. Itachi was being open with his lust; he was being controlling and fierce. He didn't know why it was turning him on so much. He assumed that it was because Itachi was usually so gentle and sweet with him that this new shift in personality made it more interesting. He didn't know what Itachi do next and that those thoughts made him shiver with pleasure. Itachi could make him do anything and he was fine with it. He wanted Itachi to be rougher even a little crueler to him. Sasuke purred as he leaned his head back to suck softly at his lover's neck. He bit Itachi gently making the man pressed against him twitch, groaning between gritted teeth. "Take me…Take me now. I don't want to wait anymore." Sasuke was arching his back and grinding his ass on Itachi's throbbing cock. "I don't care if it hurts…"
Itachi moved quickly and he shoved Sasuke head down so he was face down in the pillows. On his knees and with Itachi's hand firmly keeping his head in place, Sasuke couldn't see what Itachi was doing, what he was plotting. He moaned when he felt the head of the Uchiha's cock press against his hole. Itachi noticed that it was surprisingly wet. He chuckled darkly and Sasuke's entire body quaked with need. The Uchiha ground his cock hotly against Sasuke's hole and he had to shove his face in the pillows so he wouldn't let out a moan that was ripping from his throat.
"Come now Sasuke, don't be so wanton…" Itachi shoved the tip of his cock right against that quivering, wet hole, grinding it harder so it slightly penetrated. "This place is already lewd and craving for me."
Sasuke's words were muffled by the pillow but Itachi heard a faint plea from his lover. Itachi removed his hand from the younger raven's hair and used it to spread Sasuke's ass more, giving him an even better view of his entrance. He pulled his cock back and for a moment just appreciated the view. The Uchiha lowered his face in, lapping the hole with his tongue before darting his tongue inside. This always made Sasuke quake and shudder in the most delicious way possible. Itachi cock twitched with excitement when Sasuke moaned into the pillow. It was loud and lusty even though it was still muffled, he could hear the pleasure in Sasuke's voice. It was getting too difficult to continue preparing his lover; his cock was just twitching painful and wanted release.
Itachi gripped Sasuke's hips and slowly pushed his cock inside of Sasuke. The younger gripped the pillow tightly as the hot flesh stretched him like he had never been stretched before. It was painful but at the same time it had such a raw, passionate pleasure that Sasuke couldn't help but cum at the feeling. Itachi chuckled again at the sight as he gently massaged his lover's back, helping the muscles relax. "Like a little pain, Sasuke?" Itachi's voice was harsh with lust and he bent over Sasuke, shoving his cock in deeper so he could kiss and suck at the pale skin of Sasuke's exposed back.
The Uchiha reached under his lover and started to stroke and tug at Sasuke's cock springing it life as his thrust in again. The raven arched his back and threw his head back in a silent scream as the pleasure from his orgasm was ridden out hard, giving him even more painful pleasure. Itachi didn't like not seeing Sasuke face as he made love to his hole. He grabbed Sasuke's body and made him sit on his cock, the position made Itachi shudder as the tight, hot walls pulled him deeper. The younger raven's body was just a quivering mess of nerves; he was almost incapable of making noise because everything was too much for him to process. Sasuke whimpered something that Itachi couldn't make out because of how much the raven was slurring and muttering his words. It drove the Uchiha crazy and his frenzied, messy thrusts filled Sasuke again and again. He shoved his fingers into the younger's mouth, pulling his jaw down so his words and moans would be more muffled and incoherent. Sasuke could taste the sweat of his skin and the sweetness of his arousal on Itachi's fingers. He sucked on them and even nibbled to tease his master.
Itachi growled as he once again changed their position. He pulled out and turned Sasuke he was facing the Uchiha before forcibly laying him down, shoving his cock deep within the raven again. Sasuke arched his back up, grinding his leaking arousal into Itachi's taunt, firm stomach. Itachi gripped onto Sasuke's thighs and wasn't satisfied with his current deepness. He wanted Sasuke's body to be sore with the satisfaction of their lovemaking. "Fuck…" Sasuke cried as he bit the back of his hand to silence himself. Itachi's mouth attached to Sasuke's neck, leaving a dark purple mark on his pale, beautiful flesh. The muffled cries he was hearing from Sasuke encouraged him greatly. Itachi wanted to be deeper in this body; he wanted to make his lover's back arch and his mouth hang open with silent screams of pleasure. That's what Itachi wanted and he wanted it now.
The Uchiha grabbed onto Sasuke's legs and threw them over his shoulders. It brought the smaller body closer and pushed him even deeper when he thrusted into that succulently warm hole. Sasuke couldn't hold his noises and resorted to covering his mouth while Itachi fucked him deeply. His eyes rolled back as he felt his second orgasm approaching at a dizzying speed. It was too much but not enough at the same time. Itachi grabbed Sasuke's hand and pulled it away from his mouth. He bent Sasuke in half as he captured those abused, bruised lips with his own. Sasuke couldn't take it. He just couldn't. He came on his own chest and Itachi groaned hotly against Sasuke's lips as his own orgasm hit him like a brick wall. Sasuke's walls were tightly squeezing him to such a blissed state that he gave one final thrust before spilling his seed deeply with Sasuke's wanton hole. The younger raven was shaking from the second powerful orgasm and the feeling of being filled. Itachi pulled out and lay down next to Sasuke, pulling the smaller body into his arms, kissing him deeply and repeatedly. The raven was smiling sleepily.
To Sasuke that was a mind-blowing experience. It was something he would have never thought Itachi capable of and it was great relief to see that Itachi wouldn't constantly put him upon and pedestal and wouldn't act out his true desires with him. Sasuke kissed his master and rolled onto his side so that he was facing Itachi. "I love you, Itachi." The words slipped out of his mouth before he could fully comprehend what he was saying and the Uchiha's eyes widened. Sasuke instantly regretted his choice of words until he noticed Itachi pulling him closer, snuggling his face into the dark locks of hair.
"I love you too, Sasuke." Sasuke was stunned to hear the words come back to him. He hadn't known how much he had actually worried about how Itachi felt for him until those words came out. It felt like a weight was removed from his chest and he could breathe fully for the first time. "So much Sasuke, I love you. I'll always protect you. I'll never let anyone hurt you again…"
Sasuke snuggled closer to the warm body next to him and as he fell asleep in Itachi's arms, he fell asleep with a smile.
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The next morning. (Just a warning, ya'll are going to hate me when this is over and the lyrics at the beginning will make more sense.)
Sasuke woke up with a start when he heard the slamming of the front door. He looked over at the clock on the stand next to the bed and noticed it was actually a little later in the day, almost eleven. It must have been Kyuubi and Naruto who just left then. The raven sat up and spied a quickly written note sitting by the clock. It was from Itachi. He snatched greedily and then felt the throbbing pain of his back and ass. Next time he would ask Itachi to go easier on him. Or just make sure he had enough time to properly rest afterwards. Though, even if Sasuke was in pain, the raven was still happy about the encounter. Itachi had released his full passion and he had never seen Itachi so…Wild and freed. It was a great moment for the pretend Uchiha.
He opened the note which read:
"Sasuke, sorry about not saying goodbye but I woke up late. I'll be coming home for lunch though, around one or so. I'll see you then. I love you."
Sasuke smiled to himself. He was happy to know how Itachi really felt about him. It was a relief and it was just nice to know that someone in this world had pleasant feelings about it. Besides his idiotic best friend. He rolled over on his back and giggled slightly. So this was what being in love felt like? He felt like he was on cloud nine and that finally, after everything that had happened, he had gotten the pay off. The raven got up, stretching a little, trying to ease the soreness of his back and ass. It just seemed to be making it worse though. He walked into Itachi's bathroom, hoping the hot water on his muscles would make him feel better.
After scrubbing the sweat and dried, sticky cum off his body he headed back out into the room. His stomach growled. He hadn't eaten last night because he had been consumed with the partying. Sasuke sighed to himself as he grabbed a pair of Itachi's sweat pants, smirking slight as he slipped them on. It was almost strange to think that Itachi wore these and a battered old sweatshirt when no one else was around on his days off. Itachi was comfortable enough with Sasuke to let him see the Uchiha in the scrubby get-up and that made Sasuke's heart bubble at the thought. Itachi was just a normal guy really and he really couldn't be happier about that.
He opened the door and Sharingan was meowing loudly as soon as he stepped out. Obviously Itachi had forgotten to feed his pet which was why he was so whinny. "Yeah, yeah, I got it. I'll get you your breakfast too." Sasuke muttered as the cat lovingly rubbed against his legs, weaving between them as the pretend Uchiha walked towards his destination. In the kitchen Sharingan wailed madly as he sat at his bowl while Sasuke looked for a box of cereal. "Hey, I gotta eat first. If I died of starvation who would be here to feed you then?" The cat flicked his tail, annoyed but almost seeming to understand. Sasuke sighed softly as he grabbed the small bag of food from the bottom cabinet and filled the tiny plastic scoop with cat food. He dumped it into the cat's bowl and he instantly started to eat. "Happy?" The cat ignored him and kept eating. "You're welcome…"
Sasuke finished his breakfast and headed out into the living room, cleaning up a bit before Itachi came home. They hadn't really been too messy when they were drunk but there were still some abandoned dishes and bottles lying around. He wondered if Madara was still here but figured if Itachi was at work then he probably dragged Madara out with him. He placed everything in their proper places and while he was washing dishes a thought dawned on him. Itachi wasn't home now and neither was his annoying uncle. So what did that mean for him? He could finally go into the basement and snoop around for hints about Itachi's past. He was just so curious about it, he couldn't help himself.
He stopped what he was doing and turned off the water, feeling drawn towards the basement. The small hallway was still as he left it. Dark and foreboding. He descended the stairs, noting how the wood creaked underneath his feet. Oh yes, he would finally do it today. He would find out what Itachi's life had been before this. Sharingan meowed at the top of the stairs and Sasuke ignored him, opening the door, which was a little more difficult since it seemed to be stuck in place with lack of use. Sasuke coughed a little when he entered the room. It was dusty and stagnant, even the windows at ground level didn't really let much air or light in. Sasuke felt around on the wall for a switch, twitching a little when his hand touched a spider web. He flipped the lights on and noticed that Itachi kept a remotely clean room down here. Sure, it was dusty, but everything seemed organized.
Sasuke walked towards a box that caught his attention right away. It was labeled, 'Family' written in large, black letters. This was probably one of the best places to start anyway. He got on his knees and pulled the box open, waving the air in front of his face. So dusty…
He grabbed an album from the top without a name on it. It could have easily been a family photo album but for some reason Sasuke felt that wasn't the case. There seemed to be something different about it. He opened the cover of the book and was greeted right away with an article from a newspaper. "Uchiha Madara, the Next Billionaire in the Making?" was the title and Sasuke wasn't particularly interested in that. Madara was all over the tabloids now anyway, if he really wanted to know more about him, he would just turn on the television.
He flipped through the pages noting that they followed a pattern of success and triumph for the Uchiha clan. It was nice to know that Itachi thought so highly of his family. Well, enough to record their accomplishments and keep them somewhere. He finished with that book and set it behind him. The next one was a little slimmer than the first and Sasuke opened it after brushing the dust off the cover. He wondered if this one also would regale him in the Madara's past accomplishments. He opened the cover and was instantly struck by the title of the article. "Uchiha Wife Found Dead in Home."
Had…Had Itachi's mother been murdered? Was that what he dreamed about at night? There was an aguish and fear in his voice when he moaned in his sleep so it could be probable. Sasuke's eyes adjusted to the small print of the paper and his heart instantly dropped to the bottom of his stomach.
"October 14 19XX. Approximately two nights ago Uchiha Fugaku, age 41, received a phone call from his crying, troubled child, Uchiha Itachi, age 8. He rushed home to discover that his wife was dead. It seemed that his wife, Uchiha Mikoto, age 39, was shot in their home. When police arrived on the scene and the corpse was later examined, it was determined that Uchiha Mikoto had taken her own life, freeing her husband from a possible murder charge. The note at the scene detailed a horrible emptiness and a personal failure on her part for when she lost her second son. This second child is, as many people know, to this day, still missing and presumed dead. Uchiha Fugaku could not be found to answer some of the other pressing questions from the press…"
The article continued regaling the scene and what else was found. Sasuke's heart was beating in his ears. Itachi had found his mother, only eight years old…And she was dead. Sasuke bit the inside of his cheek and rescanned the article. He was curious about the mysterious other child who seemed to be missing. He wondered what that was about. Itachi never mentioned having any siblings to him. But then again, if it was said he was presumed dead then it wouldn't be the easiest thing to mention in conversation.
Sasuke flipped the page and a second article caught his eye. "Uchiha Madara Dealt A Stunning Blow: Uchiha Suicide."
"October 12 20XX. Uchiha Madara, age 45, was in his home when he and his nephew, Uchiha Itachi, age 16, heard a gunshot go off down stairs. Thinking it was a malicious intruder, Madara sprang into action. But what he found wasn't an intruder. It was his nephew Itachi, in a state of shell shock from the sight before him. Uchiha Izuna, age 42, was shot dead in a downstairs bathroom. He had also cut open his wrists and written on the mirror, 'This secret cannot live within me. Forgive me Madara.' In his own blood before he took a handgun and took his own life. Madara tried to apply emergency aid and CPR but Izuna was too far gone…"
Sasuke's hands were shaking as he read that article. Itachi hadn't just seen his mother's suicide, but also his younger uncles. Sasuke presumed this was why Madara was so cold now. His brother had committed suicide in his own house and he couldn't stop him. He didn't know and he couldn't do a single thing to save his brother's life. His eyes were starting to sting. Wetness caught Sasuke's attention and he wiped the tear off his cheek, not realizing he had been crying. This was all too much. How could Itachi be the person he was after all this tragedy?
Sasuke didn't know if he wanted to continue looking around. If he found this wasn't it enough to appease his curiosity? But a detail kept coming back to him. The missing child. He hadn't seen anything about that yet. He flipped the pages of the book and nothing came up about it. There were scattered mentions of the suicides and how the family was coping with the deaths. Not what he was looking for. It was interesting but it made his heart ache so much. He didn't want to read about it anymore. He set the book aside with the other and kept digging around in the box. He found old photo albums and skimmed through the pictures. There was one that caught his attention right away. It was a photo of the entire family, Itachi, what he assumed was his father and mother, Madara and who he believed to be Izuna but at the end it was torn off. There was a small, white plastic handle sticking up by Izuna's face. It seemed to be what Sasuke could only surmise as a baby carrier…
Why would they have ripped it out? Sasuke didn't understand and his thoughts became more and more scattered as he saw more ripped pictures. One of which had a very long looking Itachi cut off at the upper torso. He was looking down to where his arms should have been and smiling softly. It must have been the child in his arms. That was the only thing Sasuke could think. He held back a sob feeling all of the pain and suffering in that moment. How could this all have happened to one family? It was almost too much for Sasuke to comprehend. He put the album down, composing himself. Even when he lived with Danzo, his heart had never hurt so much. He had been put through a life without a family, a true place to call home. But Itachi had his family ripped away from him. Someone took his sibling and his mother and uncle both killed themselves only for him to find the bodies. It was too disgusting to think about. After a few moments Sasuke reached back down into the box. He wanted to know more, as horrible and morbid as it seemed. He wanted to know everything he could.
Sasuke found a different album and took a deep breath, hoping that this would be the last of it so that he could just be done with searching. When he found what he wanted, he would just leave and never mention anything again unless Itachi wanted to tell him. He made that promise to himself and opened the book.
"Tragedy Strikes the Uchiha Compound: Newborn Gone Missing"
"October 12, 19XX. Uchiha Fugaku, age 38, and his wife Uchiha Mikoto, age 36 woke to find that their son Uchiha Itachi, age five was out of his room and in the room of his newborn brother. They found their son double over, obviously injured. Someone had snuck into the house, attacked the child, and then taken the newborn from his crib. Newborn Uchiha Sasuke had only been living with his parents for a few months before he had been taken from his home. The Uchiha family publicly came out very soon after the kidnapping, begging for information and pleading with the kidnapper to return their son. They say they will pay ANY amount of money to see their son safely returned to them. Police are conducting an investigation and have so far not found a single clue. It appears the scene was breeched without forced entry…"
Daisuke(1) dropped the book from his hand, letting it slide from his fingers. He tried to ignore it. He tried so hard. But he couldn't. He just couldn't let that name exit his mind. Itachi…He had given Daisuke THAT name. When Danzo had told Itachi he could be anything for him, Itachi hadn't just picked him to be just a sex toy. No, no. He had picked him so he could be a replacement younger brother. And yet Itachi still had SEX with him. Even though it was his brother's name he cried when he climaxed…
"Oh God…" Daisuke muttered suddenly feeling sick to his stomach. Itachi's fantasies included fucking his younger brother. It explained so much. It explained EVERYTHING. Why Itachi WAS SO NICE. Why he was so inclusive. HOW he treated him better than Daisuke than he shouldhave. Itachi gave him everything he COULD have. He wasn't a love pet, HE was a fucking little brother. And he would DO stuff with Itachi without question. THE THINGS HE DID…They weren't something you'd do to your brother. (2)
"Sasuke? Sasuke, are you here?" Itachi voice was calling to him. And Daisuke didn't want to answer. He heard the footfalls on the stairs but didn't turn to look at his master. He couldn't. He just couldn't look Itachi in the eyes now. He had…A LOT of explaining to do. "Sasuke, didn't you he-" Itachi's words died on his tongue when he realized what Daisuke had gotten into. "What are you doing down here?" His tone was neutral and cold.
"When were you going to tell me?" Itachi remained silent as he stared at the shaking figure before him. "When Itachi? Were you just planning on hiding it from me forever? Did you think I'd never find out?"
"Why were you going through my personal items Sas-"
"DON'T FUCKING CALL ME BY HIS NAME!" Daisuke shrieked. "I'M NOT YOUR LITTLE BROTHER!"
"I know that. What's gotten into you?" Itachi knew why he was angry but he was trying to talk Daisuke down before he did something crazy. He was still a little pissed about his lover going through his things like that but he needed the boy to calm down a little before pressing any farther. He tried to touch Daisuke's shoulder but the boy instantly jerked away from the touch. Itachi felt annoyance bubbling up in his body but decided to try and ignore it. For both of their benefits. "Come upstairs, we can ta-"
"NO." Daisuke's body was shaking violently with the sobs coming up. "I thought you were perfect Itachi. I thought you were different than them…But you're the same. You're the exact same. But instead of replacing a lover, you're replacing a brother."
"Wasn't it Danzo who said you'd be anyone I wanted?" His patience was slipping with the boy. Itachi didn't appreciate being yelled at by someone who didn't know what they were talking about. "You'd be a fool to believe that anyone who stepped into that place was completely and utterly pure-hearted."
Daisuke started clapping. "You're right. You're so right. You pulled the wool over my eyes and I was completely blind to the truth. Bravo Itachi. You even got me to tell you that I loved you…And made me worry about what you thought of me."
"Sasuke, stop acting like this. I never intended on tricking you. I told you, I never want to see you hurting again. I love you."
"Do you really love me Itachi? Or do you love the fantasy you've created with me?"
Before Itachi could reply his phone started going off. He ignored the call and was about to speak when it started ringing again. He pulled it out of his pocket. "Madara, whatever it is, it can wait. I'm in the middle of something." He paused for a moment, his free hand clenching at his side. "I see…I'll come right back then." Itachi angrily shoved his phone in his pocket and turned back towards the stairs, his brain running a mile and minute. "Stay in this house Sasuke. If I come back to find you gone, I will be VERY angry with you. I'm not finished with this conversation, you hear me? This is an order from your master."
Daisuke couldn't look his master in the face and he didn't watch as Itachi stomped up the stairs and slammed the front door behind him. As soon as he knew Itachi was gone, Daisuke fell to his knees, finally releasing the sobs and tears that had built in his body. He had been a fool. How could he not see something coming? When you lived the life of a slave there was never any real freedom only small specks of hope blurring better judgment. He wouldn't let Itachi trick him again.
1.A significant change in Sasuke's mindset. He doesn't even want to refer to himself as Sasuke. If you couldn't tell; he's majorly freaked out.
2. Read all the bolded words of that paragraph by themselves. Genius Hitoko-Sama strikes again.
Itachi: Okay, where is she?
Sasuke: *points to a shitty blanket fort* I'd assume there.
Itachi: *rips blankets down*
Me: Fuck a duck…
Itachi: Oh Hitoko-Sama…I think we have a few matters to discuss.
Me: Be gentle?
Sasuke: …Not a chance. Until next time…This was Hitoko-Sama.
And just a small note, it will only get better from here. I promise. This isn't going to be a super huge deal breaker thing. That would kill my little heart. D: Also, please don't kill me and hate me!