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Winter Solace

The gentleness of snowflakes descends, swaying aimlessly in the coolness of air before settling down among the curtain of white powder that draped the fortress square, painting a scene of grey. The cool winter breeze blew, rattling the many rows of bare Sakura branches, thickening the cast of ice upon the wood paneled half moon bridge and stilling the flowing river just beneath them.

Pein stood forlornly beneath the bare Sakura trees.

Looking up towards the empty firmament, a speck of snow landed on his nose for a flicker of a second before disappearing. He closed his eyes, letting the unforgiving coolness brush his pastel features, his coat fluttered as a gust of wind funneled through the night.

"Itachi…why do you forsake me…?"

He bit his lips as a tight ball of sorrow slammed into him with such force that it shattered his heart.

The pain that ripped through his soul, shred through his vein was more terrible that anyone could ever imagine. His lips quivered as he held back the tears that were burning through his eyes.

How many times had he told himself that it was not his place to hope for the affection of his master?

How many times had he told himself that he was not worth that love?

"Why…?!" His blood boiled, his heart ripped.

Was it too much to ask to just be in a petite portion of Itachi's heart?!

Was it not enough that he had given it all?!

A sudden burst of anger blasted through his veins, his fist clenched in frustration, his nails dug deep into his flesh. With a silver blur he was on his feet, his fist crashing through the Sakura tree in rage.

He could feel the hard wood creaked and splintered into thousand of pieces beneath his titan strength. Mad rage was burning through his veins, staining his mind as he threw another powerful blow and another….

He pictured Itachi, he pictured Sasuke, Madara…Fugaku…

All of them who had left him!

All of them who had hurt him!

All of them who had used him!

"Why did you leave me?! Why?!" Pein shrieked in anger, crashing the thick trunk shattering them.

The tree fell with a loud crash towards the thick white powder sending a layer of cold mist lingering in the air.

"Why…did you give me false hope…?"

His body trembled uncontrollably, his knuckles bleed staining the purity of white snow with streaks of crimson.

"Why let me hope…at all…?" He whimpered; pressure was swelling in his chest, tears brim his eyes.

"Why…?"

Dropping to his knees, his bleeding hand shakily cupped his lips, muffling his sobs as boiling tears rolled down his pastel features.

"I don't want to be alone…"

Thick tears blurred his vision, his wounds burnt in the coldness of the night.

It didn't matter anymore that he was crying, it didn't matter that he was laying out not just his fears but his deepest desires into a world where emotion was a sin and love was scorn as an illusion.

As for now, no one is there to see him in his darkness just like no one ever did.

He screams in silent, he cries in silent for a servant is neither to be seen nor heard.

The silent tears that trickled through the gaps of his slender fingers were like molten poison.

Every drop of it was overflowing with the venom of his unreturned love for a demon that could not see him, every drop were for the sinful moments he had cherished in his heart.

Itachi may have forsaken him, but his imprint would always exist in the richness of his memories…always taunting him, shredding him, killing him...

He wears a face to hide another face…for to the world he could not feel…

A servant is not a lover and neither a friend…they are tools without the freedom to feel… without the freedom to hope…

"Pein…" Pein snapped his head up as the familiar voice waffled through the silence of the night, his blood ran cold.

He swallowed, swiping away the tears that were pouring down his face as he could hear the gentle flutters of trench coat and the soft footsteps flowing towards him.

"Pein…"

"M-Madara sama…" Pein croaked, trying to keep the tears that were in his voice.

"What have you done…?" Madara shift directly in front of Pein and knelt down.

Pein looked to the side, not wanting to meet that cold crimson.

It was enough that he could already sense that Madara was laughing at him, taunting him, teasing him for his weakness and his foolishness; he didn't need to see them written all over his smug face.

"You are a mess…"

"…"

"Pein…"

Pein hissed; glaring maliciously at that cold crimson, his blood boiled.

"Why the hell to you care if I'm a mess?!"

"…"

"I am nothing more than your God damn sex toy! I do not have emotions! I do not have the right to crave anything! I'm nothing more than a tool!"

"…"

"You Uchiha's took me from my family and killed them all! I was spare because of my features! I was made a sex toy before I could even hold a sword! What more do you want from me?!"

"…"

"What more is there that you desired to take?! My pride?! My dignity?! My manhood?! My blood?!" Pein shrieked, his voice echoed through the night.

There was a moment of silence as Madara studied Pein thoughtfully.

"Pein…"

"J-just do as you please…" Pein let his gaze drop as he cringed away in shame.

"Look at me…" Madara gentle reached forward to cup the damp features, his thumb brushing tenderly over the porcelain cheek.

"…"

"Don't fear me…" Madara tilt the delicate features towards him.

Crimson meets lustrous silver.

"J-just g-get it over with…"

"It's okay to cry…"

"W-what…?"

"It's okay to cry…"

"N-no…" Pein shook his head in disbelief.

Why was Madara being so kind?! Madara was supposed to taunt him! Humiliate him! Not comfort him!

"When have I ever laughed at you?"

"B-but…"

"Though the world may forsake you…I shall never…"

"I-"

Pein trembled uncontrollably, his heart melt in an instant at those simple words and the small gesture of affection; tears cascade down his porcelain features and trickled over the slender finger.

No one had ever said that to him… No one had ever spoken to him in such a tone…

At that moment something inside of him crumpled.

The strong walls he had build to protect himself from lies, the hidden strength that had carried him through the day that Itachi had sex with Sasuke, and the many more sleepless days where he lay waiting for Itachi to return with Sasuke's scent thick in the air; all in an instant it crumbled.

"Come…"Madara pulled the trembling creature against his chest, wrapping him with the warmth of his heat, his free hand stroking down the delicate back.

"Madara..I-"

"Hush…"

"…"

"Pein…" he placed a slender finger beneath Pein's chin, tilting the teary features up.

"…"

"No one is worth your tears…" Madara whispered; slender fingers wiping the salty tears away.

"…"

"Help me…to get what I want…and you shall never shed another tear…"


The strong breezed slammed hard into the titan structure, rattling the numerous rusty chains that hung loosely over them. The wind howled like wolves in the night as they shook the strong frame of crystal windows and rattled the heavy mahogany door.

At that moment, buried deep within the very heart of the castle, a very different scene was in motion. A fire was crackling lightly through the hearth, licking away the pieces of logs and radiating a sense of still calmness into the shadowy chamber.

Beneath the darkness of shadows, two figures sat curled up together on the deep-cushioned sofa, with their legs drawn beneath them; thick silken blanket wrapped over them like serpents coiling.

"You passed through the aura like a dream…and than the dream receded and you were only your body, you were bone and meat..." (The Strangler by William Landay) Sasuke clutched a book in his hand, reading them aloud through the darkness.

He smiled inwardly as he could feel the warmth of Itachi behind him and the soft brush of breath over his sensitive ear shell. He continued reading in a steady rhythm, his voice continued to bouncing off the ivory walls relentlessly.

Sasuke thought he could do this all night as long as Itachi sat by his side.

He could feel the velvet fingers stroking through his spiky locks gentle, feel the warm arm that wrapped loosely over his lean waist and smell the delicious scent of pine that enveloped him like a cocoon.

"He was a consummate faker, but tonight he could n-not even be bothered to f-fake her…He j-just wanted a playmate…"(The Strangler by William Landay) Sasuke stammered slightly when Itachi teasingly slipped his hand under the thin fabric, his cold slender fingers brush over the lean abdomen.

A slight tint of pink marred over Sasuke's pastel features as he force himself to keep his voice steady.

He wanted this to last as long as the novel permits.

He wanted to remember the burning hearth, he wanted to remember the soothing beat of heart that pounded gentle in his ears, he wanted to remember the sweetness of scent that draped him, the tenderness of breath that tingled his ears and the softness of touch that brush him.

He wanted to take in all of this moment, sealing them in memories for they are treasures, none can steal.

Until today, Sasuke had never felt so thrillingly present in the now.

He had only live for the future and regretted the past, but never treasured the beauty in the moments. Moments occupies no space, a hypothetical gape between future and past. But now he was experiencing it, he was seeing the beauty of it all and he never wanted it to end.

"If this is a dream…let me never wake…" Sasuke prayed as he flipped another page.

"That's enough for now…" Itachi's dark velvet voice ranged.

Sasuke nodded; reluctantly he set down the book, his gaze wondered over the angel beside him.

His breath caught in his throat, his heart fluttered at the marvelous sight.

Itachi gazed over his angel; his long silky bangs framed his marble features, his long silken locks trickled over his shoulder brushing lightly over Sasuke's slender neck.

"Sasuke…" Itachi whispered; his long lashed fluttered close for a moment; his hand reached up from beneath the thick blanket to tenderly cup the delicate features.

Sasuke smiled, his stomach did a flip as he lowered his gaze shyly, his cheek burnt at the intensity of that gaze.

It was so dark, so mysterious and so starkly hungry that it made him tremble with need and excitement.

He wanted to reach out; he wanted to feel that ivory features beneath his skin. I

t was a wonder that even after all this time, Itachi could still manage to make his heart race, he was still able to steal away his every breath and make him forget about the world with nothing more than a simple touch.

"Thank you for reading to me…" Itachi murmured

"I enjoy it…"

"..."

"I can read to you whenever you please…"

"Thank you…" Itachi breath leaning forward their breath mixed.

"Wh-"

"Hush…" Itachi leaned forward, capturing those lustrous lips in a tender kiss.

Sasuke's eye lid fluttered close as he savored sweetness of those lips; his hands reached up to drape gentle over the slender neck, his legs shifted to wrapped around the lean waist.

"Shh…" Itachi's hands strummed down Sasuke's clothed back, lifting him of the sofa and pressing him intimately against his strong chest, groping and molding them together so closely with heated passion as if they were making love.

"Itachi…" Sasuke gasped slightly, heat was pooling down his lower region as he clutched onto Itachi with want.

His heart hammered hard against his rib cage, his skin burnt under the talented touch and his lips trembled as soft silken locks trickled gentle over them.

He suckled pleadingly over Itachi's bottom lips, wanting to taste the sweetness of that warm muscle, feeling them buried deep within his warm cavern.

"No…" Itachi muttered; lips left Sasuke's hungry lips, brushed over the soft cheek before skimming down the slender neck, nibbling them softly earning a soft whimper.

Sasuke moaned, tilting his head back with desire, his fingers laced through the dark obsidian locks.

"Itachi…" Sasuke whimpered; his lips parted seductively in short pants; beads of sweat draped his temple, molten heat surged through his veins.

It felt so good…So damnable good that he thought he was going to erupt in flames.

Itachi moved down the slender neck, his fangs lengthened skimming seductively over the tempting pulse, feeling the heated blood that poured through those veins.

So delicious…So painfully delicious that he could feel his sinful thirst scorched through his throat.

His lips quivered as he sucked gentle over the creamy skin, careful not to break them. Sasuke squeezed his eyes shut, feeling the talented lips suckling up and down his slender neck.

"Ugh…ah…"

He moaned, heightening heat of pleasure pouring through him; his slender fingers groped through that obsidian locks painfully, making every strand, every lock familiar to him.

"Sasuke…" Itachi gave a slight nudge over the delicate jaw asking for better access.

Sasuke whimpered; tilting his head as far as he could go, he let Itachi's lips brushed over his Adams apple before nibbling up the underside of his jaws.

Sasuke squirmed helplessly against the heated body as thousands of tiny tongues of flames licked through every inch of him. He was drenched in hot fire; his body aching with intense need.

He wanted more; he needed more…to calm the roaring flames of lust that was blazing through him.

"Mine…" Itachi growled.

Sasuke writhed in intense hunger; his fingers trembled with rolling anticipation at the possessiveness in that voice.

"I…love…you…" Sasuke murmured before he could catch himself.

His eyes snapped open at his words, regretting them immediately, because at that instant Itachi halted his lips.

"Itachi…?" Sasuke forced his head up to meet Itachi, his hands pushed gentle against the strong shoulder.

Crimson meets crimson.

"Stop saying that" Itachi hissed, pushing Sasuke away onto the sofa.

Sasuke swallowed nervously; lowering his gaze a tint of pink still marred his alabaster features.

"Itac-"

"Promise me you will never say them again"

"…"

"Promise me Sasuke!"

"I…"

"I never want to hear them from your lips! Do you understand me?!" Itachi demanded, clutching brutally against Sasuke's upper arm.

Sasuke winched in pain.

"W-why c-can't…"

"Promise me!"

Sasuke bit his lips; lowering his gaze he cringed into himself in sorrow; his heart shattered at the intensity of those words that slices through him mercilessly.

"Say it!"

"N-no!"

"Sasuke…"

"W-why can't I say them?! Am I humiliating you?!" Sasuke shrieked, wrenching off the titan hold.

Itachi grimaced at that accusation.

Sasuke looked away; his eyes brimmed with tears of torment.

Why couldn't he say them? Why couldn't he admit his love?

Was he such an embarrassment that his feeble feeling was a humiliation to Itachi?

Was he nothing more than a sex toy to Itachi?!

"Sasuke…I'm so sorry…"

"…"

"I'm really sorry…" Itachi whispered; leaning forward he pulled Sasuke against his chest.

"..."

"I'm sorry…" He murmured; a hand wrapped tightly over the lithe torso, the other rubbing circles over the delicate back, comforting his angel.

His crimson orbs were the reflections of inner turmoil as he could feel the sorrow seeping through him from the fragile torso.

He didn't mean to hurt Sasuke… He didn't mean to yell at him…

But he just couldn't let himself believe in a dream…

He couldn't let himself believe in a fantasy that he had tried so hard to escape…

Through the many years of endless torment he had finally became comfortably numb…that he fear to feel again…

"Forgive me…"

"I always do…" Sasuke mumbled; his hands reached up to clutched the silk fabric that soaked the boiling tears that rolled down his cheek.

Itachi closed his eyes; the feeble tone in Sasuke's voice frightened him, making him tightened his hold; burring his face deep within those spiky locks.

"Please understand…I fear if the ever time comes when you no longer desired me... my heart cannot take your rejection if you keep saying those words …You love me now in my grace and strength…but… can you still continue to love me in my weakness and incapability…"


The soft tranquil melody of violin waffled through the dimly lighted diner. Waiters and waitresses clad in elegant black white coats strode through the many ivory satin draped tables with liquefy poised; serving caviars on silver platters and pouring the finest quality of Shiraz. A rather large marble dance floor sprawled over the centre with numerous demons maneuvering their equally beautiful pale partners in a sensual tango.

"Shall we?" Itachi held out a hand for Sasuke to take.

Pein hardened his gaze, his fangs lengthened threateningly as he bit down hard on his steak with more force that was necessary.

Sasuke paused for a moment in shock, his gaze widened a fraction, his heart raced; blood pounding in his ears and for a moment he forgot to breath.

"I…"

"I want to dance with you…"

"I don't know how…"

"I'll guide you" Itachi tug gentle on Sasuke's hand.

Sasuke felt being detached from his body as he let Itachi lead him through the dance floor.

His 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 they floated their way onto the marble dance floor.

"Come on…" Itachi laughed, whirling around.

His trench coat fluttered elegantly over his ankle, his obsidian locks brushed gentle over his slender neck.

Sasuke took in a deep breath as he could feel the cold sensual power clinging onto him like a second skin.

"Come…"

Itachi gentle pull Sasuke against him; lifting Sasuke up a fraction he made him stand on his shoes while his hand wrapped gentle over Sasuke's lean waist, the other holding his hand.

Sasuke force himself to look up as his breath was sucked out of his lungs at the intimacy. Itachi was even more intimidating, more terrifyingly beautiful, sexy and dark beneath the dim lighting.

"Itachi…"

"Trust me…" Itachi began to move, floating their way around the floor.

Sasuke gazed over his angel, feeling the gentle beat of heart against his chest.

As they stirred, Sasuke could feel the world changing around him…

The beautiful diner, the melodies music, the demons that danced along them seemed to fade, crumpling till there was nothing left but Itachi.

Itachi was so vividly real in front of him, his features radiated of beauty unseen, untouched. His welcoming heat enveloped him, his soft breath brushing over him like the softest of caressed, and his voice…

Every word that resounded from that voice was so sinfully erotic that it made his blood burnt.

"Relax…" Itachi whispered against his ears.

Sasuke blushed; closing his eyes he leaned against the strong torso, letting himself be carried away. Their bodies moved together in perfect rhythm as through they were one.

Itachi smiled, feeling his angel against his chest as he continued to move with the music.

His heart was at peace, his soul tranquil at last after the many years.

He wanted to hold Sasuke, he wanted to touch him, he wanted to feel him by his side forever more but he didn't dare hope. He didn't dare to dream because if he had nothing he would lose nothing.

The pain of lost was so terrible that it he fear to possess.

His gaze wondered towards their table where Pein sat sulking, his fingers tapping annoyingly over the handle of his katana that was strap to his waist.

Itachi frowned; a sharp pain struck him as he could see the agony that reflect from those silver orbs. These days when he could once again feel specks of emotions growing in him; he could feel the jealousy in Pein.

He heaved a sigh as he watched Pein turning down invites for a dance from numerous gorgeous vampires, males and females alike.

Pein wanted Itachi and only Itachi so much so that Itachi wondered if it had something to do with being bonded by blood or was Pein just being stubbornly foolish.

The song finally ended and Itachi reluctantly let Sasuke slip off his shoes. His gazed wondered over the magnificent creature, a smile tugged at his lips.

"Did you enjoy yourself?" Itachi asked.

Sasuke nodded, too thrill to speak as Itachi lead him back to their table through the crowd.

"Do you mind if you sit by the table for a moment?"

"Okay…" Sasuke smiled; slipping back onto his seat, taking a small sip of his juice.

The music started again as Itachi shifted over to Pein, reaching down he captures the slender hand in his.

"Itachi…?"

"May I have this dance with you?" Itachi asked softly, his velvet voice, a seduction itself.

Pein blinked in astonishment, his heart raced as a smile slowly tugged over the edge of his lips.

He nodded, almost afraid to speak as he was pulled to his feet and back across the room.

The band swung into a slow, dreamy tune and Pein was pressed against Itachi's chest, a hand over his strong shoulder whiles the other over the lean waist.

"Now we dance..."

"Thank you…for this…" Pein whispered, leaning forward he rest his head tenderly against the slender neck, his lips against the tempting pulse point.

"Hn..." Itachi closed his eyes, burying his features against spiky ginger locks; their body swayed with the music.

As they stirred into another world, Itachi could feel Pein's sorrow rage and jealousy melt away.

Pein smiled inwardly as Itachi maneuver him with liquefy grace, their body molding together as one.

Just as his eyes fluttered up, from the corner he saw a mob of demons grabbing Sasuke from their table. Sasuke was struggling, his screams muffled by the gag that was stuffed in his mouth.

Pein narrowed his gaze, concentrating on the long obsidian haired demon that was talking animatedly to a waiter who appeared to be confronting them.

He strained his ears through the many whispers, conversations, pick up lines and the strong rush of blood in their veins.

"I'm sorry for such scenes…forgive me if my pet had been any trouble…he would surely be punished when we get home…" the demon was saying as his companion dragged Sasuke out the door.

Pein hardened his gaze, looking away.

No…

He wanted this dance so much that he didn't care the consequences…

Let Sasuke get rape... let Sasuke get beaten up, he just couldn't find it in his beating heart to care!

If he was only going to have tonight, hell he would make it a night to be remembered!

This was his night…this was his dance...

"Itachi…" Pein murmured; his hand strummed down erotically from the shoulder to the lean waist, feeling Itachi shuddered beneath his touch.

"Pein what are you doing…?"

"Dance with me…" Pein purred; his lips brushed erotically against the large vein that traced up Itachi's jaws.

"Pein…"

"Dance…"

Pein moaned, pulling their body closer, his free hand pressed painfully up Itachi's chest, brushing the delicate features before weaving them sensually within those silken lock, his lips parted in erotic pants.

Itachi watched in amazement as Pein weaved their body so intimately together; his silken locks fluttered trickling over Pein's slender fingers, brushing over the softness of his lips as Pein took over, whirling them in an erotic waltz.

Their bodies were fitted so perfectly together that it was as if they were made to dance this way; moving in perfect rhythm as if they had danced their whole life. As if they were making love through the music...

"You are amazing…" Itachi chuckled when the music ended.

"Thanks…"

Itachi nodded, gliding back towards their table.

"Sasuke...com-" Itachi words caught in his throat; his blood ran cold at the empty seat.


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