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Facade

The high ceiling were boasted with murals of leaping cherubs, dozens of chandeliers hung in rows through the entire ball room, casting a muted light over the dancers, the marble dancing floor. And to top it all, golden silken curtains framed the two dozen glassy windows that dragged alongside the ivory walls.

The performers dragged their bow in the most elegant manner, crafting symphonies of melodies with their violin.

Of course… what more could you expect to find in the royal mansion.

Sasuke stood silently in the corner, his finger curl gently over the long stem of crystal wine glass, twirling the crimson liquid, as he gaze over the starless firmament through those pearly glass.

He knew why Itachi took him here; he knew what was to happen… And if he felt anything when Itachi told him he would kill tonight, it was content.

He hated them, he loathed them, despise every one of these politicians and bankers who schemed, robbed their own people.

Sasuke tightened his jaw, swiping his gaze back at the dancers, the gentlemen in top hats and their ladies draped in silk; blood pounded in his ears, revulsion roared in his veins.

Just look at them…

All dress in satin…!

Look at them!

Oh how lavishly they adore themselves with emeralds and rubies, gold and silver while he'd suffered his whole life!

Disgusting! Disgusting humans!

They deserve to die! They deserve to see fear, to suffer in terror and darkness in which he would deliver!

A snarl threatened to rip from his throat as he resisted the urge to crush the brittle glass between his fingers.

"Sasuke…" A cruel smirk twisted over Sasuke's features as he turned with a languid motion, the sight almost halting his very heart.

Itachi looked even more terrifyingly beautiful, sexy and dark beneath the dim lighting. His mesmerizing white marble features illuminated against the gentle silver moonlight ray to reveal a starkly predatory beauty that chills you to the bone yet laced with a certain eroticism that could leave any women and men panting in lust. His satin dark midnight locks tumbled over his strong shoulder; clad in an ebony tail coat of the latest style; white frills blossomed just beneath his pale slender neck as fashion decree.

Oh how he loved the way Itachi's predatory gaze seemed so frightening, so blood curdling yet so beguiling and hypnotic that you could just lose yourself in them. And his finely crafted rosy lips looked so soft, so lustrous you couldn't help but think of all those lovely places it could barely fit, all those exciting places you shove it too... Ah yes...just like the other night...

He was lovely… a dark angel…a night fantasy.

"What is it…?" Itachi muttered, his crimson orbs darkened sending excitement racing through Sasuke's blood.

"I-Is it time…? Have you got us a kill…?" Sasuke muttered hurriedly, his cheek burnt.

"…"

"Who's this vile being?"

Itachi smiled before he could stop himself at the childlike innocence statement.

"Ita-"

"My goodness…" Itachi laughed like chimes, lifting his hand he cupped Sasuke's icy features, his thumb stroking tenderly over the soft flesh, sending electric jolts of heat racing through Sasuke.

"..."

"You are a keen little one aren't you…?" Itachi teased.

"You ask this now?" Sasuke scoffed at the statement, setting his wine against the window.

"Do you really think killing is that easy for the innocent?"

"Of course…what's there to fear? Those bastards cannot hurt me anymore" Sasuke sneered, casting a disgusting glance over the humans.

A soft chuckle resonated, snapping Sasuke's attention back at Itachi to see an amusing smile twisted over those rosy lips.

"What's so funny? Do I look like a comedian?" Sasuke charged.

"You look like an angel but you talk like a common thug…a pheasant more exact"

Sasuke at once felt a stab of pain pierced his heart as he quickly looked away, gazing back at the fountain amid the breathtaking garden, with liquid water that shone like crystals beneath the silver ray through the glassy window as Itachi reached down to take Sasuke's icy hand, his thumb stroking soothingly over the white knuckles, clutching his heart in his gentleness.

Why…?

Why is Itachi doing this?

Why did Itachi have to remind him?

Why did he have to bring it up?

"I have no idea what you are talking about" Sasuke gritted.

"Have you forgotten your decadent hum-"

"I have no idea what you are saying!" Sasuke growled, his fangs lengthened threateningly, his heart throbbed as the pain intensifies welled in his chest so intensely he could barely breathe.

He didn't want to hear it ever!

He didn't want to ever be reminded of his filthy human life! Forget them!

He wanted to forget them all!

Forget… Forget his shame…Forget his humiliation…Forget what it was like to be human!

"Remember those cold nights…remember the night when I took you?"

"I don't!" Sasuke spat.

His chest tightened as Itachi shifted even closer. So close that Sasuke could feel his icy coldness that went deeper than his bone marrow caressing him over the thickness of his navy double breast coat.

"Sasuke…."

Sasuke shivered, letting his lashes rest, his heart squeezed in pain.

"You are a sex toy…remember that…?" Itachi whispered.

"No! I-"

"Remember how filthy men touch you…?"

"Stop it! Stop it now!" Sasuke shook his head; his fingers flew to clutch his silken bangs.

"Remember your cries…?"

"Enou-"

"Remember how you spread your le-"

"Enough I say! Enough with your lunacy!"

"Remember what it was like to have nothing at all"

"Stop it! Stop it!" Sasuke snarled.

His fangs outstretched in warning; snapping back he glared maliciously at Itachi; his entire feature contorted in agony and rage.

"Reme-"

"Stop it I say!"

"Oh but my dear…I do not want you to ever forg-"

"I remember!" Sasuke spat; turning away he wrenched his fingers away from Itachi.

"Then do I speak the truth?"

"…"

"Tell me I do…"

Sasuke gritted his jaw, his chest tightened to fits of bursting, as his heart throbbed in agony, bleed in distress.

Itachi was right.

Oh he wanted to deny it… He wanted to say it wasn't true!

That he was none of those but he couldn't!

And yet how hurtful, how cruel it seems. No, not cruel, merely merciless and accurate... Merely a month ago he was no more than a filthy vagabond, a sex toy…

"My Sasuke…"

His heart ached as Itachi caress his alabaster features with the back of his fingers, and the loving gentleness of it, clutched his heart, his soul to the core.

"Sasuke…"

"Don't…Don't say my name in such a voice… please don't…"

"My lovely Sasuke…" Itachi's breathe brush his ear shell sending shivering pleasure coursing through his entire body.

"Stop saying them! Stop it! Stop it!"

"What's wrong…?" Itachi murmured; his lips brush the sensitive ears shell.

"Enough! Don't! Don't touch me with such kindness if you feel nothing for me…!"

"Look at me…"

Sasuke eyes burnt, pressure building in his chest at the tenderness in that request that contradicted the harsh words that sliced him but he refused to weep anymore as Itachi gently shifted to cup his arctic cheek, turning him to face him.

A force smile immediately caresses Sasuke's lips as his chest hurt so badly he wanted to shout, to shriek in pain. He felt so cold, so painfully cold at Itachi's words that he wanted to just cringe away from his touch, tears threatening to burst again.

"Sasuke…"

"I'm indeed a sex toy…do you desire my service…?" Sasuke gave a sorrowful laughed.

A pained expression came over Itachi and abruptly flashes of Itachi's tortured expression from the other night rupture over his mind. In an instant he felt guilt, anger and sorrow wrenched his heart.

That expression again…

No…!

He didn't want to see it! He didn't want to ever see it! He didn't want to ever see it because deep down he knew it was for Pein…not him…! Pein…!

"Don't think of other men in front of me…! Don't think of him when you are with me! He hurt you didn't he? He hurt you so badly didn't he…? Why do you still think of him?"

It hurts…It hurts so much he could barely stand it…

"Sas…"

"Wh-what is it now?" His free fingers quickly lifted to caress them over Itachi alabaster cheek."Yes…Don't think of him…don't! Let me take away your pain…"

"…"

"Itachi…" "Can you ever hear me…?"

"…"

"Don't make such an expression you hear me…I hate it…" "Can you ever see me…?"

"Dance with me…" Itachi whispered, pulling Sasuke's hand to his lips, placing a tender kiss.

Thrills of excitement tore through Sasuke in wild abandon as his bleeding heart hammered in anticipation, his lips went dry.

"I-I-"

"Dance with me my cherub…" his icy breath caress the back of Sasuke's hand, the dark voice a temptation in itself.

Sasuke swallowed, his mind numbed as his gaze swipe the chamber in nervousness. By the Gods he had never tango before in his life…

He… He couldn't do it…He'd be an embarrassment…An embarrassment to Itachi!

Besides, weren't they suppose to be picking preys?

"Wh-what if our…what if the prey lea-"

"I will guide you…"

"N-" Before Sasuke could protest, Itachi tugged Sasuke gently towards the dance floor with liquefy grace.

Sasuke's heart hammered against his chest and his breath refuse to enter his lungs as he watched in captivation at the liquefy stir of velvet locks in the stillness of the room as the dancers prepared for the next piece.

The light dimmed, casting a soothing shadow of serenity; the violin played its magic. It was a slow dreamy piece, a piece for lovers.

"Itachi…I d-" Sasuke chocked his hazel orbs darting frantically around the chamber as his cheek burnt at the realization that they were the only ones that were both male.

People are staring at them, there are laughing at him aren't they… taunting him…!

He wanted to run, to hide away from their mocking gaze, their disgusted gaze.

"Don't mind them …" Itachi muttered, curling his pale fingers over Sasuke's wrist, turning him to face him.

Sasuke bit his lips, as Itachi gently draw him to his arms, close to his cold body, making Sasuke stand on his boots. Sasuke took in a deep breath as he could feel the cold sensual power clinging onto him like a second skin; his heart crashed, dark heat spreading through him.

"Close your eyes…" Itachi muttered, placing Sasuke's hand over his heart.

At once Sasuke could feel the erotic beat of Itachi's heart against his skin as his own heart struggled to match its rhythm.

"Itachi" Sasuke whispered urgently.

"Feel only me…see only me…" Leaning forward to rest his temple against Sasuke's, he whispered the word against Sasuke's skin and just like that, Sasuke felt himself, his every nerve ending, his every cell, every connective fiber in an instant, relaxed at the gentle assurance.

"..."

"Shut your eyes…"

Sasuke bit his bottom lip nervously as Itachi began to stir, letting his lashes rest, letting himself be carried away.

Itachi hummed a dark melody that only they could hear, as their bodies moved together. Their bodies grazing each other with such intimacy, molding together in such close intimacy that Sasuke wanted so badly to moan in desire, his body, his skin, his blood an inferno as Itachi shifted and twirled with perfect elegance.

He could feel Itachi's soothing heart against his palm.

"You are beautiful…so beautiful do you know that…?" Itachi murmured.

Sasuke's chest tightened; biting down on his trembling lips, pressure…concentrated was building in his chest, numbing his throbbing heart at the plainness of those words. His eyes burnt a boulder growing in his throat.

Oh how many times had he cursed lovers, condemn them with such loathing that he wanted them to rot in hell, whenever he saw couples hold the other from the reeking shadows of the alleyway.

How many times had he told himself that he didn't need love, didn't need affection and that love is a voluntary enslavement.

A lie! A terrible lie!

He had said them to convince himself that he didn't need them; that it was a great thing that he had no one. That he could spread his legs to anyone willing to pay unlike lovers who are damned to the same partner. That he still has his freedom, that he was bound to no one and to feel is the slowest form of suicide.

But really, hidden deep within these thought there lurks the terrifying, inexplicable fear, the sheer panic of being alone. Loneliness…

"Sasuke…"

"Don't-Shh…please don't sa-" Sasuke chocked; nuzzling his features desperately against Itachi's neck.

He wanted this moment to be perfect. No teasing…no mocking… No lies…He wanted to believe in this illusion, this vision of love…

"If this is a dream please don't wake me…"

"My cherub…"

Tail coat, fluttered and caress Itachi's legs as he floated and swirled, his satin strands trickling over his high cheek bone.

"Hold on to me love…" Itachi breathe.

Sasuke's heart squeezed, nodding quickly not trusting his voice as he forced himself to open his eyes. Itachi hummed his own dark melody, his long dark lashes rested over his high cheek bone, his rosy lips parted in the slightest as the violin continued to play.

Itachi…

His Itachi was so vividly real in front of him, his features radiated of beauty unseen, untouched. His welcoming coldness enveloped him, his gentle breath brushing over him like the softest of caressed.

He wanted to remember this…he wanted to remember every bit of it.

And if truly, he was a creature of eternity, may he always have this instant, scarred…in the richness of his memories.

"I know it is Pein that you love…it is Pein that you weep for…Itachi… can you feel me…? Can you feel me in your arms…?"

With every stir, with every turn they floated with phantom like grace and elegance. Sasuke could feel the world changing around him, as if the ground have suddenly crumbled, as if everything around them have suddenly dissolve, writhed away leaving only Itachi.

Itachi smiled, feeling Sasuke lean closer against his chest as he continued to twirl with the melody born from his wretched spirit and he noticed his own pain…his own sorrow that had always been tearing at his soul, vanished.

His heart…his bleeding heart was at peace, his soul tranquil at last after centuries of agony, shocking him to the core but he didn't let it show.

For the first time in his life, he wanted to hold someone…

He wanted to hold Sasuke, he wanted to touch him, and he wanted to feel him eternally by his side so intensely that it terrifies him.

This isn't right! This isn't how it's supposed to be! Oh how he had once yearned for a moment of relief, a moment of peace…!

But not anymore!

Born from fire, born from sin, born as the devil's advocate, peace is but an illusion!

He was sure of this! He was so sure of this!

What is Sasuke doing to him?

The music stop and Itachi quickly slip Sasuke out of his arms. He wanted to leave; he wanted to wrench away from his gentle touch, to escape from his innocence and vulnerability that seem to have an effect on him.

Perhaps it was his quiet voice that reflected a helplessness that he couldn't survive without him or his words laced with no flattery or deceit that touches him…or maybe it is his eyes…so intense, hungry yet so innocent like his childlike features that clutches his very soul.

He frightened him!

"Itachi!" Sasuke called Itachi's name sharply, snapping him out of his shock.

"Sa-"

"What is it? Are you alright? Can you control yourself? We can leave now…we can take another victim somewhere else" Sasuke's fingers were already caressing over Itachi's rosy lips as if feeling for his fangs. An edge of panic in his voice.

"Sasuke I-"

At that moment a sharp clapping resonated and Itachi immediately turned, pushing Sasuke's hand away rougher than he meant to. A smirk twisted over his lips at the sight of the blonde across the chamber.

About bloody time…

"Sasuke…"

"…"

"Wouldn't it be rude not to thank the prince for this lovely evening?" Itachi rasped, turning back.

Sasuke remained unmoving, his eyes locked onto the prince in utter shock…

He knew the man…he knew him from his human memories…


The Sonata Pathétique played, white fingers stirred and glided over the key in perfect elegance. The melody hummed, resonated a tone that pour forth the cries of his soul. Pour forth the desire of his soul, his pain and sorrow. He played them slow; he played them soft as he let his lashes rest, letting the melody seep into his very core through his white fingers that likened the flesh of an angel.

The candlelight flickered, radiating a sense of tranquility over the bloody room, the decadent chamber with rotting bodies splayed all over and ripped emerald curtains that still hung by the few threads of silver fabric.

He hummed the music he knew so well deep within his soul as he let his fingers gradually crafted the slow symphonies of melodies into reality. Letting himself be immersed in a world of emotion, a world of nothingness as his soul bleeds…

As his spirit weep through the tender tone he craft.

He cries in silent with his melodies, he shrieks in silent with the symphonies born from his bleeding spirit.

Let every unseen tear be the stain of his sin; let every unheard cry be the shout of his spirit…as he suffers in anguish, as he suffers in fire.

"Do you always pick aristocrat for the sake of their piano and play amid their decadent bodies?" A dark voice whispered, piercing through his mind.

At once the music stopped, snapping his eyes apart his heart crashed, adrenaline tore through his veins and with a motion he turned.

That voice! That voice!

"Itachi?" Pein smiled, almost leaping out of his seat.

His heart sunk at the sight that met his eyes, his heart ached so badly he could barely draw breath as he fought the tears that threatened to roll.

"And do you always wear the clothes of your toys"

"Oh…" He whispered, turning back to the elegant piano, the ebony trench coat twisted over his lean body.

Pressure building in his chest, threatening to rip his heart apart.

"Go on…play them for me again…"

"What do you want Madara…?"

"Do i need your permission to wonder the night...?" Madara glided silently towards the younger, letting his crimson gaze swipe the bloody chamber littered with mangled bodies.

"Why is it you…?" Pein croaked.

Madara smiled sinisterly.

He could hear the tears that laced that voice; he could feel the sorrow and anguish that seemed to be radiating of the other like shockwaves. He feels his pain, he feels his grief, his deep regrets for the things they've done together…

Yes…as he should.

"Why such a tone…?" Madara rasped. His fingers lifting to lid over Pein's shoulder as he shifted with a languid motion to sit beside him.

Pein lowered his gaze, looking away, his heart ached, shame brewing in him.

"Why are you here…?"

"Sweet Pein…don't flaunt your body around behind your maker…" Pale fingers reached forward, to trace over the edge of Pein's thin unbutton ivory shirt, pulling them together.

Pein tightened his lips, his eyes burnt.

He wanted to wrench away from that sinful touch that he craved so much; he wanted to run, to hide from that predatory gaze that seemed to clutch him by his very soul.

It hurts…It hurts so bad…! And yet he couldn't bring a single fiber in his body to tell Madara to leave him.

He craved his voice that reminded him of Itachi…

He craved his cold touch that likened Itachi so much that if he was to just close his eyes he could deceive himself that indeed it is…and his eyes, his eyes that bleed of blood was an imitation of Itachi's in all perfection.

God! This is wrong! This is wrong!

"Lovely Pein…" Madara murmured, shifting closer as his fingers delicately stir to cup Pein's porcelain features, turning him to face him.

Crimson meets silver.

"…"

"What is it…?" Madara whispered quietly.

Pein bit his bottom lips, his fingers curling against the leather seat as his heart throbbed, tears burning in the back of his eyes.

He wanted to weep; he wanted to sob as that gentle voice touch him to the core.

"Stop speaking to me in such a tone...Don't use that tone...don't use that gentle tone...!"

"What's wrong Pein…?"

Oh how alike they sound… Their hands, their eyes…even their features...

If only Itachi would hold him this way again…

If only Itachi would speak to him this way again…Oh how happy he would be…

"Lov-"

"Enough!" Pein cried, slapping the gentle hands away his own icy fingers flew to his lips to muffle his sobs, a single tear rolled.

"Pein…"

"Quiet! I-I- I don-" Pein chocked, sobs wrenched as he quickly turned away.

"…"

"Don- D-" Pein coughed, wiping the bloody tears with the back of his hand.

Damn it! Damn it!

He couldn't say it! He could ask Madara to leave him!

Such a fool! Such a stupid fool!

Hadn't he betrayed Itachi enough already! Did he never want to go back?

"Pein…" Madara called softly.

"God! St-stop it already!" Pein bellowed, coughed.

"…"

"Why are you here? Why!"

"…"

"It's bad enough that I took your blood!"

"And is my blood so sickening that it upsets you?"

"Just st-stop it! Stop talking!"

"Then talk to me…Pein…"

Tears dripped, Pein shoulder shook as his heart tore in all direction at the gentleness in that tone flawlessly mimic the tone of Itachi's voice.

He wanted it to be Itachi so badly; he wanted Itachi to call his name again with such gentleness that he would give his life for it.

He couldn't endure the pain anymore!

He couldn't endure the thought that Itachi might never call his name with tenderness again that he wanted to go back right this moment!

Go back and tell him all of his sins and beg for his mercy…Itachi will forgive him won't he? Won't he?

"Pein…I do love you…but only so much" Tears brunt, his lips shook, his entire body trembled in anguish.

There was a long moment when Madara thought Pein would refuse to answer him.

That was to be expected anyway…Vampires are lonesome creatures who kept their dark hearts to themselves. And flaunt of emotion as openly as Pein did now was already an embarrassment in itself.

"He wouldn't take me back anymore…" Pein whispered quietly.

"Pard-"

"He wouldn't take me back!"

"…"

"Because of you! Because of you!"

"…"

"Oh God! What have I done? What have I-"

"Did your maker turn you away when you go back?" Madara asked deadpan.

"N-No! No!" Pein shook his head, wiping the tip of his narrow nose with the back of his bloody hands. "But he will…!"

"Th-"

"You think I dare to go back?" Pein cried. Letting his lashes rest, scarlet tears seeped, caressing down his bloody face, a boulder was growing in his throat, his fingers trembled.

"Look at me…" Madara whispered, cupping Pein's blood stained features forcing him to face him once again.

"St-"

"Shh…shh…hush now...shh..." Madara soothed, his thumb wiping the bloody tears away.

"Pl-"

"Why are you crying…? Look at the things you are capable of…" Madara swipe his gaze over the room and back at the younger.

"…"

"You kill with such finest…such cruel beauty…and look at the music you can make…"

"…"

"Those symphonies born from your beautiful soul…yes…they likened the harps of heaven…"

"Th-that's not-hing…" Pein couldn't help but gave a small smile.

"Oh it's something to me…"

"…"

"You are a beautiful creature…one…any creator would be proud to have as their creation…" Madara floated closer, their icy breath mixed. The gentle fingers continued in their relentless stroke over Pein's bloody cheek.

Madara was so close; Pein could see the flicker of gold from within that crimson abyss.

"I see your pain…"

"…"

"I see your dark despair…" "Which I will drown you deeper…"

"Madara…"

"Let me take them away from you…" Madara slide his fingers to the back of Pein's skull guiding him closer as he tilted his head to the side to reveal his tempting neck.

"Madara…N-"

"Let me give you relief…"

"…"

"Let me give you a moment of peace…" Madara smirked, as he could feel Pein's icy breath caress his sensitive flesh, sending shivers racking down his spine.

"..."

"Drink..." "Yes…drink…drink up…"


He was clad in the finest emerald coat buttoned over his lean waist, a white shirt, ebony pants and high leather boots to adore his feet. Sasuke's heart crash against his chest, blood pounding in his ears as his guts wrenched in fear.

He knew this face…he'd seen this face.

Those blue eyes that seem so cold, that voice that stirred everything inside of him, tearing his to pieces.

No…No…It can't be…

"He is all yours…" Itachi's voice echoed, his breath brushing over the back of his sensitive ears.

Torrents of shadows of horrific memories erupted, voices echoed, his skin crawling with disgust.

"Ngh…! Haa!" The sound of bare thigh pounding against bloody buttocks. "Yes…haa…!"

Sasuke shivered, his jaws tightened as revulsion creep through every inch of him.

"Yes….whore…!"

His fingers flew to clutch either side of his arms, to stop them from shaking. Oh God! No! No! Itachi cannot do this to him!

"Ple-Please…!" "Yes…! Yes…!""Here you go…we'll see each other again I'm sure…so don't cry"

"Such a lovely evening isn't it?"

That voice…the same voice! Sasuke was wrenched out of his thoughts, almost cringing in repulsion as the man stood in front of them.

He wanted so badly to look away; to run, to hide! He felt sick!

"Naruto my lord…" Itachi made an elegant bow as Naruto shifted closer. Those cold azure orbs travelled over Sasuke, sending shivers, abhorrence, pure molten fury racking through his skin.

Sasuke gasped; turning to the side, he lowered his gaze.

Stop it!

Don't look at me!

Don't touch me! Don't ever come near me again!

Everything around him were disappearing, the music that started seem a distant, the hundreds of pounding heart and busy chatter were nothing but gurgles of incoherent words to him as his mind seize to operate anymore.

Naruto…Naruto was now speaking to Itachi again but he couldn't understand a word as his mind numbed, creating a barrier that nothing could get through.

He wanted to run, he wanted to just run away and never look at those damnable features again, to hide from those lustful gaze, from those hand that taint him, tearing him apart. From his voice that he feared so much, from his touch that sullied him, and his body that violated him.

Suddenly a hand lid over his shoulder and in an instant intense terror ripped through every fiber in his body!

Sasuke's own fingers flew to them almost wrenched the damnable flesh of its socket in panic but it was only Itachi.

"Sasuke"

"Ita…Ita-I" Sasuke stammered, terror lacing his quiet voice.

"Come…we are obstructing the dance" Itachi tenderly guided Sasuke to the side. His silken locks flowed as he resumes listening to Naruto.

He could sense Sasuke's fear, he see the lithe body trembled beneath the dim lighting, hear the terror that dripped from his soft voice and smell the aromatic scent of adrenaline so thick that it thrilled his very blood, drenching him with excitement.

The normally steady heart was going wild, pounding and drumming so erratically that there was no rhythm at all.

"Itachi san…think about it" Naruto rasped, shifting closer he hooked Sasuke's obsidian bangs over the back of his ears.

At once Sasuke's entire body clenched, his fearful orbs darted towards that damnable voice that chilled him to the very bones, striking the damnable hand away.

"Don't touch me! Don't ever touch me again!"

He wanted strike Naruto so badly! He wanted to curse him to hell! To shout so that the world know of his rottenness! Of the things he did!

"Ah my lord…I never expect you to be interested in this sort of pleasure…" Itachi teased, shifting closer towards Sasuke, tightening his grip.

Naruto smirk, his fingers retreated, his lustful azure orbs travelled over Sasuke.

Shivers racked through Sasuke's white skin as he quickly bit his lip to keep them from trembling.

"Come now…don't be hasty…The boy is beautiful…How much?" Naruto muttered.

Before Sasuke could process the words, before he could even decipher the perverse meaning of it, Itachi burst out laughing more sweetly and naturally than Sauske have ever heard him.

"Offer me something I would want" Itachi laughed as he turned to look devilishly back at Sasuke.

"What are you doing? What are you doing!" Sasuke wanted to shout, wanted to shriek!

He would rather die!

He would rather die than to have history repeat itself!

To have Naruto ever touch him again!

But he gave a force smile as if he found Naruto's request hilarious too.

Naruto smiled and with a motion he lifted his gloved hand, slipping a carbuncle ring with ornate design, adorned with some glittering stone that bleed of blood, placing them against the window framed.

"There"

Sheer savage fury raced through Sasuke and if not for Itachi's cold fingers tightening even more over his shoulder he would have ripped Naruto's throat right off.

Oh he would have shred him to pieces!

No! No...Oh no…He was incapable of such kindness to the likes of him….

No…First…

He would have ripped his tongue out! Rip apart his limbs! Leg from torso! Fingers from hand!

Plunge his white fingers painfully slowly through that damnable chest, ripping that rotten beating heart out of his chest!

No! Wait!

He would peal his skin…His eyelid so he could watch!

Rip every inch of his decadent fiber from his body! Bone from bones!

And finally head from shoulder!

He would torture him! He would let him see fear! Let him see the devil himself!

Sasuke forced himself to smile naively as Itachi picked up the crimson ring, examining it.

"A ruby…" Itachi smiled turning teasingly over to Sasuke.

"…"

"Cherub…you approve?"

"Ah such a lovely stone…" Sasuke whispered politely watching Itachi slip it into his pocket.

"Indeed love…where are your manners? Why don't you accompany his lordship for such generosity?" Itachi rasped.

"…"

"Show him cherub…what you can do with that lewd mouth of yours…" The alabaster fingers reach to caressing over Sasuke's porcelain features affectionate, tracing over his pale lips.

"Yes…You wouldn't want to displease me now do you?" Naruto folded his arms haughtily.

Sasuke curled his fingers in rage, nails stabbing into the palm of his hand but his features remained indifferently innocent.

Displease him?

Oh he would kill him! He would kill him!

"Oh of course…why not…?" Sasuke smirked seductively.

Naruto was already standing directly in front of him, holding up his white gloved hand covered in rings.

"My lord…" Sasuke whispered; placing his arctic fingers over the warm flesh, letting them curl over his for the last time.

"Have I seen you before?"

"Maybe…oh maybe in my last life…"

Naruto laughed at the statement, pulling Sasuke's hand to his lips.

"You are such a comedian"

"Let's go somewhere we could be alone my lord…" Sasuke smiled, lowering his gaze seductively as his icy flesh touches Naruto's warm lustrous lips.


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