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Indulgence
Itachi growled tearing their lips apart his cold cruel fingers ripped the thin fabric apart, slicing Sasuke's abdomen in streaks of red.
Sasuke gasped, jolts of sizzling pleasure raced through him through those blazing flames. Before he could gasped, before he could moan Itachi clutched his upper arm and in a motion wrenched him over, slamming his back against the cold ground.
He whimpered; his lips parted in a tired pant, his blurry gaze bore into Itachi's intense ones.
Oh how red Itachi's lips smeared with his blood that trickle down the side against whiteness of snow.
"So monstrous…yet so lovely…"
Itachi panted his hands shifted to either side of Sauske's head, his silken locks tumbled, caressing over Sasuke's porcelain cheek; sending fired bursting in its place. His heart crashed, dark heat spreading through his body, shivers racking down his spine and he could not keep himself from shaking.
"Ita-" Cold cruel finger seized his whitish chin in a brutal clutch, tilting it up. Hazel met crimson.
"What are you thinking um?" Itachi's predatory gem narrowed seductively, his lips curling into a sardonic smirk sending flutters of dark erotic excitement sizzling through Sasuke.
"..."
"You are thinking that I'll take you aren't you?"
Sasuke swallowed, his heart crashed, concentrated heat pooling over his lower region like poison as his lips trembled in anticipation.
"You want me love?" Itachi purred; his voice a temptation in itself.
"I-" Before Sasuke could say anything, before he could even blink Itachi floated forward, capturing his lips in a heated kiss.
Sasuke gasped, his heart thundered as Itachi growled; molding their scarlet lips together in heated passion.
Lips caress lips, tongues licking and tracing urgently over scarlet lips. Fire exploded, electric jolts flashed through Sasuke's through those talented flesh, those sultry muscles and a like a streak of thunder it sizzled in his blood.
Sasuke moaned, his throbbing healing hand flew to clutch deep into Itachi's midnight locks, hauling him closer, almost ripping those silken strand by it bloody roots.
Itachi growled, pain heightening his arousal.
"Umm...Ita-ummm…" Sasuke gasped; moaned.
His wet lips mounded on the other, tongues tracing, teasing, feeding on the other.
"Ummm…huh…ahh…"
He needed Itachi…yes…Oh yes…!
He needed him with a force that was downright frightening. He didn't know why the longer he stayed by his side the stronger his reaction was to his every blazing touch, to his every petite word. As if he'd lived solely for him, as if he'd moved solely for him, exist solely for him….like a doll…a puppet and Itachi the puppeteer.
Itachi snarled; his hands rush to seize Sasuke's tangled locks, his nails dug into Sasuke scalp.
Sasuke cried into their heated kiss in pain and erotic pleasure his fingers tightened; his entire body clenched and pulsed with aching need. It was as if Itachi was touching his most intimate part, it was as if Itachi was drinking and sucking on his most intimate flesh that he wanted nothing more than to cry out as they fed, as they kneaded flesh to flesh. Grinding their wet, aching, dripping erections together.
"Beautiful!" Itachi snarled, deepening the kiss.
Molding their lips more insistently; tongues teasing, their razor fangs sliced and pierced, drenching each other in hot fire, bursting with aching need. Blood tickled down their lips, caressing the whiteness of skin like the reddest rose in midst of snow so white.
Their lips were anything but tender, their kiss almost brutal as they fed on the other in fiery hunger and raw instinct
"So lovely…" Itachi growled; his free hand kneaded over Sasuke's heaving chest, his nails racked the pristine white flesh drenching Sasuke in hot answering liquid.
"Ita-umm…haa…ahh…"
The pleasure was so intense, so maddening that it was replacing everything that is sane like breathing, replacing his every thought and logic with pure fiery pleasure that he never wanted to stop as their lips perform a sweet bloody tango of seduction; lapping, caressing and suckling.
"Cherub" Itachi gritted.
In an instant he stabbed his razor fangs viciously into Sasuke's bottom lips, his cruel nails clawed over Sasuke's peaking nub.
White hot heat flashed through Sasuke, a pleasure so intense it bordered on pain!
Sasuke cried out.
Itachi taking this moment shoved his tongue into that sultry cavern, ravaging it, exploring every inch of it. Savoring the bloody sweetness of their essence and drowning in its roasting heat. His fingers tightened demandingly, viciously in dominance and power.
"Umm…ha…"Sasuke whimpered, squeezing his eyes, his trembling lips suckled on the warm muscle as if a child on a mother's breast
."Lovely cherub…" Itachi gasped, in an instant nails dug into Sasuke's heaving chest, dragging down to the shuddering abdomen.
Fire burst! Streaks of red burst!
"Umm! Ngh…!" Sasuke's entire body clenched, drenched in hot burning flames!
A fire storm of need!
Saints! God!
A hand untangled, rushed to knead over Itachi's arctic features, the other gripping even more intensely; feeling the erratic shifting, the erratic motion of Itachi's skull as he suckled Itachi.
"Umm…oh…oh…""Cherub…such lovely words…if only I could be sure that was true…how happy I would be…"
"I want you" Itachi snarled between kisses, his fingers urgently shifted to unbuckle Sasuke's pants.
"Ye-Yes…ungh…Ita…" Sasuke gasped; lips caress; lifting his hips instinctively for Itachi to shove his pants and boxer off in a hurried clumsy motion, letting them pool at his ankle.
Cold air hit his boiling erection; shudder racked through his heating body.
He could feel it in Itachi's lips, feel it in his insistent caress…the pain he hid in his coldness, the unseen tears he masked behind his stone facade and the blood of his wiping heart he veiled with his sweet deception as Itachi give it all in his burning kiss. Carving his sorrow to passion, crafting his hurt into lovely lies of love…
"I wonder who am I to you now Itachi…?"
He couldn't think anymore…he couldn't breathe anymore as he felt himself drowning in that bloody kiss, his body, his lips was no longer his own as his body writhed in burning desire.
Flashes of Itachi's smiles, flashes of Itachi's gentle touch…the way Itachi held him on the gondola, the way he stroke his knuckles, their fingers entwined echoed at the back of his mind.
"Sas-uke…umm…"
"Haaa..."
Did it really matter that there is nothing but humiliation in sex…? Itachi had been nothing but gentle with him, and if he could sooth his pain…Is it too much to ask for him to suffer a little to repay Itachi for all his gentleness?
As if possessed, Sasuke's free hand shifted to cup Itachi's erection with a knee buckling touch. Itachi cried, ripping their lips apart, he threw his head back as pleasure speared trough him in wild abandon; tightening his erection to fits of bursting.
"Oh G-God…Ngh…huh…huh…" Itachi panted, bloody saliva rolled down his side. His teary gaze wondered back at the seemingly frightened Sasuke.
"Ummm...yo-you like it?"
"Love…" Itachi huffed, his scarlet lips parted.
"So vocal…" Sasuke forced a smile, his heart was thundering in terror, adrenaline poured in his blood.
He didn't want this…Not like this…
But Itachi have been there for him since the very beginning, and if his body was the only thing he could offer…he would.
"And yo-you…So le-lewd…my beloved…" Itachi shakily leaned forward to cup Sasuke's flushed features in his trembling hands.
Sasuke shivered, releasing the hard clothed bulk; his other fingers untangled the sweaty locks to caress over Itachi's flushed featured, brushing over the side of those small rosy parted lips, wet with scarlet. Heat flared in his cheek as he remembered the fiery pleasure that ripped him from his soul the last time Itachi had engulf him with his too small tight cavern; concentrated heat pooled at his lower region.
"My my…what should I do with you…?" Itachi taunted.
"Let me taste you…" Without waiting, Sasuke pushed his burning self up, his hand lid over Itachi's clothed chest pleadingly as Itachi let himself be pressed to the ground.
Flutter of excitement coursed through Itachi's body as he urgently probes his upper body up by his arms.
Sasuke smiled, his hand lid over Itachi's clothed knees spreading them wider.
Itachi shivered, watching Sasuke crawled between his legs, hands on either side of his lean hip; his heart thundered. He hadn't done this is a long time.
"Sasuke" Itachi gasped urgently.
Sasuke could hear a tone of panic beneath Itachi's excitement.
"Shh…let me take care of you…" Sasuke leaned forward, taking the silver zipper between his teeth.
Itachi tensed.
Sasuke smirked as he teasingly pulled it down, his sharp nose purposefully stroke down the damp hard scarlet clothed bulk. Muffled shout wrenched; Itachi's hand flew to his lips to muffle his more embarrassing moans, his abdomen clenched in twisted fire.
Christ! God!
Sasuke had no more than brush him and he was already ready to burst. Sasuke chuckled softly; a building pleasure settled in the pit of his abdomen as he eyed the damp spot that stained the front of Itachi's boxer before shifting his gaze into Itachi's scarlet ones.
Itachi was so wet already, so arouse that Sasuke could smell the musky scent of his sex and he found it oddly erotic that Itachi was at his mercy, his every whim. It gave him a sense of power he had never experience.
"Sasuke…hu-hurry…"
"Lift your hips a little…or would you like to continue wetting yourself" Sasuke smirked devilishly; his fingers reach to hook onto the top side of both Itachi's pants and his boxers tauntingly, giving the hard wet fabric a teasing lick.
Fire poured, the heat inferno as Itachi bit down hard on his lower lip to keep himself from crying out as his head shifted restlessly against the dusty ground.
God! He could die from this! He would die from this!
His nails dug into his cheek as he tried to stop himself from crying out, the other gripping so tightly into Sasuke's sweaty locks that he could well have ripped chunks of its by their roots. In a motion Sasuke squeezed Itachi's tight sac mercilessly sending blistering pleasure ripping through Itachi's blood.
"G-God! Oh! Oh!" Itachi screamed into his hand, his nails dug into his cheek; blood oozed.
Like lava, like wildfire…! Fiery hot! Pleasure roared in mounting intensity until his body was ready to burst into flames; urgent, demanding, and painful with need!
Sasuke moaned, suckling Itachi hard, his lips clenched the boiling length, his razor fangs prickling over the pulsate flesh as he slid them all the way up to the tip before sliding them back to the very base.
"Ummm! Hmmm!"
Itachi writhed restlessly; his fingers followed the erotic rise and fall of Sasuke's skull, his toes curled, and his legs trembled as he forced them to stay apart.
"God! Sweet Christ!" Itachi's breath was frantic, his head rolling restlessly, tangled sweaty bangs stuck to his flushed features, his gasping lips.
He was close, he was so close but he didn't want to be.
In an instant, Sasuke pressed the flat of his tongue against Itachi's dripping wet shaft sending shockwaves of concentrated pleasure tearing through Itachi in wild abandon.
"Haaa!" His head lifted; his lips quaked; his hands ripped from his lips to claw the cold ground, his entire body spasm in pure bliss.
His mind spun out of control and his body twisted; drenched in hot fire; his desires, his fears, his logic were a chaotic mess! A firestorm of aching needs!
God! God!
This is lunacy!
His strained hips were burnt almost to the point of numbness.
"Oh! Oh! Haaa…!"
The muscles of his inner thigh tense with burning pain. His erection tightened, twitched in thrills of excitement. His limbs trembled; his trembling abdomen gritting in building pleasure. Pre-cum oozed generously, clinging over Sasuke's obsidian bangs.
Sasuke…ngh…ugh…" Itachi moaned, saliva trickled down his side.
His muscles clenched, sweat pooled over his toned heaving abdomen.
Sasuke flick his gaze up teasingly, the sight drenching him with longing. Itachi was flushed, his locks tangled, his shirt stuck messily over his sweaty chest, saliva trickled down the side of his moaning, whimpering lips and his finger bleed where he had broken them digging onto the cold ground. The tip of his pulsing erection clung a trail of pre cum that was threatening to burst forth, his nipples peaked tracing over his tight sweaty shirt.
"How cute…" Sasuke teased, biting down teasingly over the pulsing flesh.
A shout tore from Itachi's throat. He couldn't take it any longer; he couldn't hold it any longer.
"En-Enough!" Itachi cried; ripping Sasuke from his tortured length; with a motion he forced himself up, slamming Sasuke against the cold ground.
Sasuke gasped in shock.
A snarl tore from Itachi's throat as he covered Sasuke's body with his own; his fingers punctured the lean hips.
"Ita-"
"Enough! Enough teasing!"
He couldn't think! He couldn't wait! With a roll of his hips he slammed himself deep into that stifling inferno.
"Haaa! Ahhh…ugnh!" Sasuke screamed; his body clenched, his toes curled his arms flew to wrap tightly over Itachi's neck, as Itachi rammed his sweet spot. Crashing waves of sheering pain and pleasure slammed into him so intensely that he was ripped from soul.
Itachi snarled; throwing his head back, his fangs fully extended.
Oh God! Oh! Yes! This is life this is dead!
"Ch-Christ!" Itachi's entire body shuddered, shivering in maddening bliss as he leaned forward restlessly to bury his sweaty temple against Sasuke's shoulder.
Sweet Mary! Saints! Sasuke was so tight, so hot and clutching him so demandingly that it was driving him to insanity.
"Huh…uh…huh…" He forced himself to hold still, resisting the maddening overwhelming urge to just thrust forward. His clenched abdomen burnt to numbness, his inner trembling thigh ached but least he have enough logic not to just thrust in.
It was in his nature, his raw instinct to never hurt his partner least spend the next century or so relieving himself with hand jobs. Vampires have a good memory it seems.
"Y-you o-kay…?" Sasuke stammered; his entire body shuddered to fits of combustion, his warm breath brushed Itachi's heated features, his fingers shift to twist Itachi's midnight locks more insistenetly, bringing them closer.
Fire roared mercilessly at the pit of his abdomen, magma poured in his veins. He can do this…He can do this…
"Sa…su…ke…" Itachi shuddered; his breath brushed Sasuke's shoulder.
"Shh…its o-kay…Its fi-ne…" Sasuke nodded, letting his lashes drifted shut.
"Yes love…"
Itachi with a slow motion pulled out till the very tip before slamming in hard.
A strangled cry tore from Sasuke's throat, a tight coil twisted mercilessly at the very pit of his abdomen, fire coursing through his veins, sweat glimmered over his body. Flashes of disgusting man came to him but he crashed them down.
No! It's not them anymore! It's Itachi! Itachi's gentle touch, gentle caress!
With another roll of hip Itachi crashed in again, a hissed wrenched. Pleasure burst; speared through Sasuke like bolts of lightning; ripping through every inch of him. His erection tightened.
"Ung…Ita…Itachi…!" Sasuke writhed, his nails dug deep into Itachi's skull, drawing blood; his lips shook. His abdomen shuddered, his lips trembled, his entire writhing body clinging onto Itachi as if it was his life line.
Itachi rolled his hips over and over again, crashing mercilessly against Sasuke's sweet spot; pleasure, intense pleasure crashing into him like shockwaves.
"Ita…chi! Yes! Oh yes…!"
Sasuke shuddered; molten lava twisting his burning guts, spearing him to very depths of his bone marrow, his eyes pinched in eternal bliss as his body rocked. Cruel laughter, cruel mocked burst in his ears, their hands were reaching for him as his heart crashed.
No! no!
Itachi slammed in reaching as deep as he could.
Sasuke screamed.
The fire was explosive; the heat an inferno burning to crisp all those images of horrendous man that touched him.
Yes!
His hand swipe down to clenched Itachi's hip pleading for him, begging for him to take in deeper!
Harder! Yes! Yes! Make him forget! Make him forget it all!
His fingers tightened, leaving five streaks of scarlet over Itachi's buttocks as Itachi plunged deep into his roasting heat. Sensations shook Sasuke, his muscles clenched; pre-cum oozed generously, his boiling length stained the front of Itachi's shirt and smearing his trembling clenched abdomen.
"Ita-chi! oh!"
"Oh! Haaa! Yes! Yes!" Itachi snarled almost ripped from mind as pleasure so intense gripped his groin so heatedly that he felt he was about to burst; his trembling razor fangs stroke down Sasuke's neck.
"Sa…su…ke!...Sa….ahh…!"
"Hu-sh..sh-shh…Its o-kay…ngh…!" Sasuke writhed, his body clenched, dampened. His lungs were on fire, his blood was on fire, and everything before him was nothing but living flames of intense hunger.
"Love" In an instant, Itachi's icy cruel fingers clutched Sasuke's slippery burning flesh in a vicious grip.
"God!" Sasuke let out a strangle shout; throwing his head back violently, his back arching painfully off the ground, his fingers clenched; yanking Itachi's silken locks by the roots, chunks of obsidian strands came loose the other puncturing the blood streaks buttock..
Holy crap! Christ!
Itachi snarled; at once his fangs instantly punctured the sweaty neck, his pulsate length slamming hard against Sasuke's sweet spot.
"Ita-Haaa….Ahhh!" Sasuke chocked as violence of his mounting flames made his throat spasm; his toes curled!
Pleasure, pure concentrated pleasure from Sasuke's groin, from his sensitive neck, his abdomen, his inside clashed, exploded, rupturing him from mind, ripping him from spirit! Burning away all his horrific memories that threatened to consume him!
Devouring that cruel laughter, those disgusting hands that grabbed him!
He ripped Itachi's lovely locks by the roots, his fingers dug into Itachi's buttocks, his burning abdomen clenched even tighter to numbness, blood trickled. Pre-cum spurted as he hold desperately to his load.
Oh yes!
"Yes! Oh! Yes! Ye-yes…!" Sasuke cried.
He wanted this to last! He wanted this to last! Last till every bit of those disgusting memories were burnt to nothingness!
He couldn't breathe, he could barely draw air as he was drowning in rush of molten poison. The pleasure so overwhelming, his sense honed to a nearly painful edge; like white hot lightning arching through him, sizzling, streaking through his blood and he was on fire.
"Let me forget…let me forget it all but your touch…your gentle touch…" "I…ta…chi…I…ta…chi….!" Sasuke breath came as short gasped.
He could feel each deep suck; he could feel as if Itachi were pulling blood from the very tip of his toes, twisting the burning coil in the very depths of his abdomen and in perfect rhythm stroke him, plunging into him with such authority and vigor that Sasuke wanted to weep.
"Such gentleness I do not deserve…"
Itachi's skin was so cool and soft like silk…his scent so intoxicating that it tore through his lungs; clouding his mind with mist of hunger and passion so thick he could no longer think beyond the fiery flesh over him.
Truly…truly Itachi is his angel…An angel with blackened wing… A fallen angel from God to the answer of his prayers…
Itachi crashed him harder, feeling the body clenched; spasm in intense fire.
"Ha...Oh! Oh! Ye-yes…haaa…yes…!"
Sasuke was no longer thinking like a demon but a living flame of hunger and need.
"Mo-re! More!" His fingers relentlessly tightened within that sweaty bloody midnight lock, the other digging into bloodied skin, drawing a canvas of crimson over the porcelain flesh. His fangs lengthened to full extend, his body shuddered, silken bangs stuck to his damp lips. Let him forget! Let him forget!
"Ye-yes…mo-ahh! Oh! Ngh!""Make me your perfect cherub…make me whole…make me worthy to be by your side…" Tears burnt, his throat chocked.
He couldn't breathe! He couldn't draw in air as his lungs were combusting form the sheer rapture of it! The sheer perfection of it…a happiness he had never thought possible…
Itachi growled in satisfaction and encouragement as he trusted in with mounting intensity, feeling Sasuke's entrance milked him with increasing desperation. He could feel Sasuke was close by the breathless pants, his incoherent screams and the way his body writhed and his length twitched beneath his forceful ministration, coating his pale fingers sleekly.
"Ita-ugh!"
"Come…" Itachi ripped his lips from the bloodied neck.
Fire burnt; streaks of lightning tore through Sasuke's blood through his throbbing fiery neck in wild abandon. His breath labored, his heart hammered.
"Sasuke" At once, Itachi lifted Sasuke's hips to meet his mounting thrust.
"Oh! Haaa…!"
Sasuke's body seized, his abdomen clenched, his fingers tightened, his breath hitch as the pleasure was tightening to one shimmering point like a rush of lava over a bottle neck.
"Ita-chi! Ita-chi!"
"Yes!My name!"
With one last hard thrust Itachi slammed himself as deep as he could reach and at the exact moment he rammed his thumb against the slick wet sensitive slit, covering Sasuke's gaping lips with his own and it all became too much.
The tight muscle clenched over Itachi so intensely that he thought he was about to explode.
Sasuke screamed into Itachi's lips, his arms tightened, almost strangling Itachi and the other tearing down Itachi's abused buttocks as climax slammed into both of them with electric force.
Oh Christ…God… God…
"Ugh….huh…ngh…" Itachi pulled back after a moment, his entire body trembling in bliss, in undying pleasure.
Surely if he was not immortal he would have been dead…he would have died from such pleasure…
"Sasuke…" Itachi panted, barely able to say that sinful name without trembling.
Sasuke whimpered; his features flushed, unruly strays of bangs clung to his wet lips, all over his damp feature; sweat glimmered over his shaking body.
He did it…those images were less of a bother now…
"Ita…chi…" Sasuke untangled his hand, reaching to cup Itachi's burning features; silken locks brushed his pale arms.
A stab of guilt punctured Itachi's heart; pain filling his spirit…Sasuke was not his… He did not make Sasuke for himself…
"Love…" Itachi lowered his gaze, cupping the back of Sasuke's hand. His expression as unreadable as always, empty, cold as always....For to show emotions are weakness he cannot afford…and to feel is the slowest form of suicide…
"Why do you call me that? Am I really your lover…?" "Or do you take me as Pein…?"
"Sasuke…" Itachi's voice was sad as he refused to look into Sasuke's clear gaze. "If only you were a pureblood…"
"Shh…don't say anything..." Sasuke smile tenderly, his heart throbbed, filled with aching pain as his thumb stroke those sweaty rosy features.
Let him indulge in this sweet sin, let him indulge in this sweet deceit...
It doesn't matter that Itachi hurt him or get hurt by him, but he found himself far from hating, actually hoping that those wounds would scar like burns. So that he would never forget them…Never forget that God had answered his prayers, through an angel with blackened wings…
No…
A devil, a demon with a heart of an angel…His angel...
"I do not know what you feel about me Itachi…I do not understand you but whatever it is…you are my cherub…for you have shown me heaven…on earth…" "It doesn't matter…" Sasuke whispered.
Hundreds of scarlet candle burnt along the far end of the wall, radiating the dim chamber with a sense of creeping death, with a coldness that went deeper than the bone marrow. Layers and strands of translucent scarlet curtain hung from the impossible ceiling, wavering and fluttering with soft breezes of wind veiling the two creatures that sprawl all along the crimson Versailles chaise lounge.
The fire fluttered, ivory wax dripped. Coffins rested beneath the shadow of darkness; music played from the recorder.
It was The Sonata Pathétique…Yes…first movement, the second…the symphony hummed through the entire chamber as if an orchestral.
Long pale fingers combed over golden treads, letting them slid from between his white flesh, crimson gaze watched as if it was the most fascinating thing.
"Madara sama…." Clear cerulean gem lifted to gaze in Madara's blood filled gems.
Madara remained indifferent, his fingers continued in his aimless stroking and combing over the vampire sprawled over the length of him. Golden locks spilled like a sea of gold over his white chest.
"Madara sama…" The voice whispered again.
"Shh…Deidara lie down and rest…" He muttered, gazing over to the dark fireplace.
Deidara could see the flicker of candle light dance over the edge of Madara's elegant profile, his rosy lips, and his sculptured nose.
"I'm hungry…"
"Why are you telling me…?"
"Feed me…"
"…" Madara ignored the ridiculous request.
Deidara tightened his jaw in annoyance, his pale fingers lid over Madara's pristine white chest, smoothing over to the strong shoulder pushing of the thin ebony fabric but still Madara remained unresponsive.
"I want you…" Deidara muttered.
With an effortless motion he probe himself up, sliding his body along Madara's hard ones, rubbing his sex tauntingly over the toned abdomen. A hand at the side of Madara's head, his long golden strand trickled over the expressionless feature, straddling the older.
"…"
"Just a sip dearest…" Free fingers reached to cup Madara's elegant features, his thumb caress over rosy flesh.
Madara turned with a languid motion; golden tread caress over his sculptured nose.
Crimson meets cerulean. Deidara was hovering over him, the ebony silk bath robe pooled over that lean waist, held by loose pieces of cloth, revealing that pastel flesh in all its erotic glory.
Deidara is beautiful, no doubt about that.
A man with a body that haunts a thousand souls, a body that could leave any man and women in its vicinity salivating with burning need, a flesh that plunged humans to hell, that cause them to sin in its glorious beauty. Such is his appearance, his milk white flesh in his human life enhanced still in his vampiric form.
A creature of sin, a creature of lust… Killer of the night…
But Madara never desire him.
No…never in that way. And it ticks Deidara off royally he knew.
"Feed me my lord…" Deidara floated forward; his fingers stroke the pale feature.
They were so close, so close that Deidara could feel Madara's warm breath against his lips and see sparks of gold in the depths of Madara's scarlet orbs.
Madara narrowed his predatory gaze, his fangs lengthened in warning.
"Don't"
Deidara smirk devilishly his fingers flew to viciously clutched Madara's silken strand yanking them back. Fire scald Madara's skull, obsidian strands came loose. Madara tightened his jaw, his eyes flashed dangerously but he refused to tilt his head as Deidara drifted lower.
"Deidara" He gritted. His power filled the room like an icy waves, snuffing the hundreds of candles in an instant, stirring the silken tread of Deidara's locks chilling him to the bones.
"You fear me…?" Deidara shivered, his heart crashed but he stubbornly refuse to back down.
"You are playing a dangerous game"
"So this is game to you…?" Deidara's cool lip brushed over Madara's stilled ones before skimming over the arctic cheek.
"…"
"You want me don't you?"
"..."
"I know you want me…" The platinum satin of his locks trickled over Madara's nose as Deidara's rosy lips stroked down the curve of Madara's neck.
Madara's muscles clenched, feeling those wet lips lingered over the gentle beat of his pulse.
"Umm...can i take form you?" Deidara purred, his tongue flick to lick over the sensitive pulse point.
"Get off me…" Madara gave a low hissed.
"Ahhh…Isn't it common to feed your lover?"
At once, like an anchor that had just snapped the entire room spiraled over Deidara's vision, and as if everything had just disappeared beneath, excruciating pain crashed into his back, slamming the air out of his lungs.
A gasped wrenched from his throat, pain erupted up his side as he his skull smash against marble. His head ranged, throbbing in pain, debris littered all over his platinum tresses.
Madara had thrown him against the empty fire place in his fury.
Deidara whimpered; his entire body was aching; it was throbbing like living flames of hell.
God damn!
A thud of booth send terror racking down Deidara's spine, his heart hammered against his throbbing rib cage. Deidara cringed, his fingers curled, hooking over the other to stop them from trembling, as he tried to hid his tainted face.
He knew he shouldn't have done it! He knew he should have controlled himself!
"How dare you…" Madara's voice whispered in a tone that chilled him to the very bone marrow.
Prickle of power clawed at his skin, drenching him in fire, tightening his chest. He couldn't breathe; he could barely draw in air that burnt his lungs, his skin. Like knives, like poison it bit into his tainted skin and he couldn't stop shaking.
"You dare taunt me…?"
"…"
"Look at me when I'm talking to you child!" Madara's voice thundered.
Deidara immediately snapped his gaze up, his guts wrench in such intense dread making him feel sick onto vomiting but he held it back as Madara loomed closer.
"Ma-Madara sa-sama…"
Madara tilted his head, obsidian bangs caress over his expressionless features and with all the fluid grace of a vampire he knelt before Deidara. Deidara cringred.
Madara's ebony trench coat fluttered, threatened to slip off his string shoulder. He could see the obvious tremor in Deidara; he could hear the terrible thump of heart like a melody of death that sends thrill of excitement racking through him and oh…ahhh…. The erotic scent of adrenaline to potent it could drive him to insanity with blood lust, almost clouding his blazing rage.
Piercing crimson bore into fearful azure.
"Deidara…"
"Wh-why…?"
"…"
"Why would you give it to him so generously but not to me?"
"…"
"Do you love him?"
A peal of laughter at once echoed through the silent chamber. Deidara's chest tightened.
"Love him?" Madara laughed in disgust. Did he love that pathetic excuse of a creature? Oh such a ridiculous question…
"Is that what you think?" Madara chuckled; touching his temple with the tip of his white fingers…
Love? Foolish! Ridiculous! How could he ever love such a disgusting leach? A swine that ripped his beloved away from him… A weak rat filled with nothing but wretchedness.
Love…
Oh what a word! So naïve! He had never loved anyone! So why in hell did the thought of commanding that miserable beast to return to its owner hurt so much! So much that he could barely breathe! So much that he felt his heart was ripped from his chest! So much that he had to ease himself in his music to calm himself!
He didn't want to know the answer to that...
"My sweet innocent Deidara…" Madara sneered tauntingly.
"…"
"Ah…so you think the act of blood sharing symbolizes love?"
"…"
"You want to partake of this lovely act darling?" Deidara bit his bottom lip, lowering his gaze.
"Oh maybe I should give to you after all…"
"…"
"But know that if you take them…you will forever desire them, yearned them more than anything else in the world…The sensation of parting with them would be likened…hell…" Madara smiled a cruelly innocent smile. As if a child holding up a flower he'd picked for his mother.
Deidara's eyes widen a fraction in horror.
"I di-"
"My sweet Deidara…" Madara reached up to cup the dirt marred feature; feeling the other trembled beneath his cold touch. The sweetest smile curled over his lips.
"It sure would be interesting to make you a mindless slave that bends to my every wretched whim…"
"…"
"Ah...I could ask you to kill Sasori… I could ask you to whore yourself on the street to ugly humans…ask you to sell your body and be screwed by diseased men and you would do it…if I so much as promise you my blood…"
"Mada-" "Oh my my…such an entertaining thought indeed" Madara tilted his head to reveal in pale neck, smiling so kindly that it chilled Deidara to the bones as gentle fingers caresses over Deidara's pastel cheek.
"I-"
"What are you waiting for? Don't you want me?"
Deidara seized; his heart crashed, adrenaline ripped through his veins.
Was that an order? Did Madara really want him that way?
"I-I didn't know what I was asking for!" Deidara sputtered urgently.
He didn't want this! He didn't want it!
"Oh? Really?" Madara looked surprised.
"I didn't kno-" Madara pulled his hands back and backhanded him; strikes of crimson across the porcelain cheek.
Deidara whimpered softly as cold fingers brush his burning, bleeding cheek.
"Of course you didn't…how could you?" Madara whispered, and in a motion he was on his feet. Turning with all the poise of a vampire, his cloaked stirred as he floated back against the cruise lounge.
"..."
"Lay by me love…let me sooth your wounds…" Madara swung his legs over the cruise lounge, coat fluttered in all its beauty; fingers flexing open elegantly as if inviting Deidara to take them. His fiery orbs gazed mercilessly at the trembling creature.
"Itachi…I pray you taste the pain of betrayal…the pain of losing…the pain you make me feel…I will take away everything you desire, everything you adore… until you finally come back to me…"
Ringing silence descended and Sasuke could hear his heart drumming in his ears so loud, so intensely that he thought his ear drums were about to burst. That familiar pristine white face; the elegant feature that he knew so well immerged from beneath the shadow of darkness, flicker of flame dance over the edge of his nose, the high cheek bone and pale rosy lips.
A glimmer he had never seen before seem alive in the depths of those silver gems as those predatory gaze swipe a glance over him and back at Itachi. Itachi was so still he looked more dead than alive as cold icy power filled the entire corridor, frosting the clear glassy window and flickering the flame of fire amid the burning hearth.
"Itachi sama…." Pein whispered; with a motion he drop to one knee, soft ginger locks fluttered as his thin soiled ivory shirt parted to reveal the perfection of his ivory chest.
At once a stab of anger, a stab of jealousy roared in Sasuke with an intensity that shocked him.
Why had Pein come back? It was perfect! It had been perfect without him! Itachi didn't need him…Itachi didn't need such an impudent creature such as him!
Sasuke tightened his jaw, his fangs lengthened in abhorrence but he remained silent. It was not his place to say a thing!
Itachi's features were as an unreadable as ever as he floated forward towards Pein. Tinge of light caress the still feature.
"Ita-" Something flashed over Itachi's crimson orbs, something so dark, so spine chilling that it sends shivers racking through Pein's skin. Adrenaline flared, his heart drummed, his voice wouldn't come anymore as he resisted the overwhelming urge to bare his fangs in terror.
Did Itachi know what happen?
"You've return to me…" Itachi muttered quietly, dangerously; halting directly in front of the younger.
"Ye-yes…"
Itachi lowered his gaze to trace over the trembling creature; the sight wrenched at wrenched him but he remained coldly aloof.
"Master…" Pein whimpered.
A stab of pain pierced Itachi's heart as Pein's lowly words, his jaws clenched, and his chest tightened as a boulder was building in his throat. Pein… Pein was afraid….so afraid of him that he would lower himself to such a humiliating degree and it hurt him.
Oh how he wanted to just swoop down and hold that trembling child in his arms…Hold his so tightly and never let go…
How he wanted to kiss him, to weep for him saying that it doesn't matter what he had done…
He's back and that's all that mattered but he didn't. He couldn't…
"Master…." Itachi let his lashes rest, resisting the overwhelming urge to weep as Pein reach his soiled trembling hands up to take Itachi's right hand.
"I'm sorry…" Pein lowered his head, placing a gentle kiss over the back of Itachi's cold finger.
Sasuke felt his heart shattered as he quickly looked away, tugging at his own soiled torn clothes in anger and revulsion. His eyesburnt, his chest thightened. So it was still Pein after all…
"I will still punish you…my lovely Pein…" Itachi whispered; his free fingers lifted to lid over Pein's gentle locks so tenderly that Pein wanted to weep in regret, in overwhelming grief as his heart tore.
He would surely miss this tender touch only Itachi had ever shown him…
He would miss his warm voice that touched him…
His gentle words that soothed him…and those strong arms that held him…
His chest tightened, tears burnt at the back of his eyes.
What a terrible fool he had been…A fool! A stupid fool!
"I'm sor-sorry mas-ter…"
"I know you are…"
"I-" He chocked. There's nothing left to say is there? "I'm sorry…I'm sorry Itachi…if I could undo everything I would…! But I don't want to die…I want to live…"
Pein's gaze wondered towards Sasuke. "I want to live…"
"Play for us darling…let us hear your music again…" Itachi whispered.
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