Fallen Angel

celestia193's Author's Note: Things are going to be smooth sailing from here for the most part with just a few minor bumps in the road.

Silver's Author's Note: Thanks for the reviews. We hope that you all enjoy this extra long chapter because Celestia said, from this point onward things will get much easier Itachi and Sasuke. Happy reading.

Chapter 25

Sasuke had had enough presence of mind before going to sleep that afternoon to wear a shirt to bed. It was soft, and the buttons didn't bother him. It was also…Itachi's. And it served a very particular purpose in this instance.

He'd acquiesced to a lot of Temari's requests, and that included a few surprises for Itachi. She said that they would help spice up their sex life a bit, and though Sasuke hadn't worn one particular item yesterday, knowing Itachi would kiss him, when he woke up in the morning, he'd started considering it.

So, Sasuke slips off to the bathroom, doing his best to avoid waking the sleeping Itachi. And just for good measure, he locks the door for the next five minutes.

From where he lay pretending to be asleep, Itachi raises an eyebrow at the peculiar behavior. Why would Sasuke lock the door on him like that? It wasn't as though they haven't seen every inch of each other anyway. It couldn't be to preserve his modesty because that was long gone.

After an extra ten minutes of fiddling, the door unlocks as Sasuke steps out, still dressed only in Itachi's shirt. He'd taken a little time to brush his teeth, but most of it had been spent following Temari's instructions on how to put this thing in.

What he wasn't expecting was to see dark eyes staring at him from the bed when he stepped out of the bathroom. "Fuck." It was supposed to be a surprise. "I didn't think you would be awake yet." Despite the fact that, of the two of them, Itachi always seemed to wake up first.

"I've always been more of a morning person than you." Itachi smiles at him. "Not that that is particularly hard to do, but that shirt still looks far better on you than it ever did me."

Itachi's smile was beckoning Sasuke back to bed, so he glides over and sits on the edge of the bed, glad that the shirt hung loosely enough to conceal just how far he'd let the vampiress go with this makeover. "I'm glad that you like it. I was trying to surprise you, though."

"Well, I like it but it's not really a surprise." He sits by Sasuke and smiles. "You've worn my shirt before."

"That's because I'm hiding the surprise." Sasuke rolls his eyes and kisses Itachi's cheek. "I suppose there's technically three surprises, but I only count them as one."

"Three surprises, huh?" He laughs. "What did you get us three kittens or something?"

"No…" Sasuke kisses up along Itachi's jaw, heading for his ear. "They're…gifts from Temari." He sucks the lobe of Itachi's ear into his mouth and runs the tiny titanium bead along it.

He shivers at the feeling of something small and metallic on his ear. "You got a tongue ring?" Was that even safe?

"Just a bead. Temari took care of the healing with vampire blood, so it's safe." Sasuke releases Itachi's ear and leans back, sticking out his tongue briefly to show off the perfectly healed flesh. "Apparently it's great stimulation if you're…say…" He smirks mischievously. "Giving your partner oral."

"I believe I heard an offer in there somewhere." This was unusually bold of Sasuke. Well bead or no bead, Itachi knew better than to turn Sasuke down when he was offering THAT.

"Hm…don't you want to see the other part of the surprise first?" Sasuke brushes a hand against his chest, shifting the fabric of Itachi's shirt slightly and causing it to slide over the new additions that Temari had tempted him into.

Just how much had Temari done to Sasuke? "Alright." Apparently, nipple rings were included in the mix. "Let's see the other parts of the surprise then."

Sasuke flushes slightly as his fingers move to the buttons, undoing them one by one, slowly…teasingly, first baring only the middle of his chest, before letting them slide off his shoulders to reveal the new piercings there with shimmering opal beads that Temari had picked out for him. Two piercings in each nipple, done like a small compass.

"Well it's never really been my particular kink." Itachi shakes his head in amusement as he tries his best not to gape. "Though you can make anything look good and those are exceptionally well-made pieces."

A bolt of relief shoots through Sasuke. "And here I was worried that you'd hate them." He moves a hand up, rolling the piercings between his fingers and trying not to moan like a slut. "Normally they'd take months to heal." But vampire blood was a wonderful thing. "I wasn't sure at first, but…I think I'll really like having them."

Itachi wasn't sure what to say to the obvious relief in Sasuke's voice and that innocent look upon his face. "Good. I'm glad." He smiles and he kisses him. "As long as you're happy, I'm happy. Though...I hope you don't get any piercings below the waist." That's where he would draw the line. Thank you very much.

Sasuke snickers at Itachi's obvious horror. "I wasn't planning on going that far, no. I might add a few more to my ears, but no more radical piercings."

"I can live with that." He looks at Sasuke. "Are they sore?" He cautiously reaches for them.
"No, they're not sore." Sasuke guides Itachi's hands towards them and rubs his soulmate's thumbs around them gently, biting back a wanton moan. "They're sensitive, though."

Itachi smiles and takes it from there. He rubs small, gentle circles around Sasuke's nipples. It seemed that his soulmate was rather fond of his new piercings.

"Ngh...just like that..." Sasuke's eyes flutter nearly shut, the now onyx eyes glittering with arousal.
"Very sensitive it seems." He continues his gentle teasing.

Sasuke gasps quietly. "Well, my problem was about how hard it was to get turned on, so-" He moans softly, pressing into Itachi's touch. "So I thought maybe if I was more sensitive..."

Well, that was a splash of cold water to his arousal. "Was that still an issue before these additions?" This was ridiculous. He was a mind reader. He shouldn't be questioning his ability to satisfy his soulmate, but he did not like the way Sasuke said that.

Sasuke blushes and turns his head away. "Sorry...it's not your fault that I'm like this." Actually, Itachi was the only person who'd ever made him react at all, which was a feat in and of itself. "You're just so amazing and attentive that I feel like I should be able to react faster to you, instead of you needing to spend half an hour just warming me up." He felt...defective at times.

"Sasuke, there's nothing wrong with you." Itachi sighs as he kisses him. "You've been through far more than anyone should. It's amazing you're still sane, let alone willing to engage in any sort of romantic relationship." That didn't mean it didn't sting though. "I don't mind that it's harder for you to get going because I enjoy indulging you." That didn't mean that he didn't feel like a failure upon hearing those words though. Fortunately, Sasuke wasn't like him. He couldn't read minds. "The rings are beautiful on you as is everything else."

In an instant, Sasuke's heart swells up with all of the love he held for Itachi. He reaches out and pulls Itachi against him, kissing him fiercely. "Thank you..." No one else made him feel this way, like everything was going to be okay, like he had a fire igniting in his soul. "I love you so much...more than anyone and anything else in this world."

He smiles and kisses him. "I love you too." Sasuke's love for him was real. His words and reactions were more due to trauma than any real failure on his part apparently. Logically, Itachi knew that. He supposed he just needed the reassurance.

Sasuke's tongue flicks against Itachi's, then he rolls the bead against the places he knew were most sensitive. Itachi always pleasured him, and he wanted to do the same.

Itachi groans into the kiss. "Sasuke, you don't have to worry about that." He could hear his thoughts. "You always make me feel good."

"Good." Sasuke takes a deep breath and pushes Itachi back onto the bed as he trails kisses down his lover's neck and chest. "But I'm still going to start paying you back for those divine orgasms, no matter how much practice it takes."

Itachi nods. He definitely wasn't going to protest those offers. He sighs in pleasure at the attention.

"I'm sure you will." He smiles at Sasuke. "There's no scoreboard though."

Sasuke smirks as he takes hold of Itachi's hardening cock. "Are you sure about that?" He strokes it firmly as he leans back up to bite Itachi's neck. "Because I really do like to keep score. And I think you're about fifteen ahead of me."

"You weren't planning to catch up in one night were you?" Itachi blinks. "I'm not sure...how that would be possible."

"Not in one night, no." Sasuke hums mischievously as he slides back down Itachi's front. "But I can at least get a start on it this morning before I go to work."

Well that sounded promising. "How very ambitious of you." Itachi smiles at him teasingly.

"I'm sure it does." Sasuke smirks as he kisses low, tugging on the sheet clinging to Itachi's hips. "So how should I start to settle that score?"

"Surprise me." He smiles up at Sasuke.

Oh, Sasuke was going to surprise him, alright. "Okay." He lowers his head, moving the sheet away from where it tented the silky fabric. Itachi's erection was already standing and throbbing for him. "You get worked up pretty fast, huh...?" Now, how to approach this...

Sasuke decides that boldness was probably his best card to play, so he licks his lips, feeling the bead run over them, then presses it to the head of Itachi's cock while he wraps his lips around it. His first thought was that Itachi tasted a bit salty. His second was that he didn't mind that so much. "Bigger than I expected..." At least it was bigger now that he was face to face with it, so to speak. Or maybe it was because he just wasn't used to giving blowjobs.

Itachi would have laughed if he wasn't groaning in pleasure. Sasuke should be intimately familiar with his size and yet, he was still surprised. "Y-You're a natural." He gives yet another strangled groan of appreciation as he bucks against the other man's mouth.

Sasuke nearly chokes on Itachi's length before raising his hands to hold Itachi's hips down. He coughs a couple of times, sucking air into his lungs before taking another plunge, along with three more inches into his mouth.

He tries to still his hips. Right. No matter how wonderful Sasuke's mouth felt, he was still new to this.

Taking that as a good sign, Sasuke bobs his head, running the piercing gently along the length of Itachi's cock, searching for those places he could use to make Itachi scream with pleasure. And every few seconds, he would pull it back to the head and press it into the sensitive slit there. The ensuing desperate sounds spilling from Itachi's mouth were like sweet music to his ears.

Sasuke smirks smugly. Clearly, he had learned from Itachi's delirium-inducing orgasms. He would have learned more, but his brain had been in a pleasure-filled haze half the time. There was one other thing Itachi did that Sasuke wanted to try. So he thinks back to a song he once heard Itachi humming and tries humming it deep in his throat, letting the vibrations travel upwards and down the heated cock in his mouth.

"Fuck!" He couldn't hold it back anymore. "Sasuke!" His orgasm hits him like a freight train.

The sudden orgasm hits the back of Sasuke's throat and he coughs a little as he sucks it down his throat. But it was satisfying to see the red hue to Itachi's eyes, eyes that gazed at him with avid lust as the older man's chest heaved. Finally, Sasuke detaches himself from Itachi's cock and wipes a dribble from his lips. "So, do you like the piercing now?"

"I do, but I imagine you could have done it without it too." He pants as he tries to come down from his high. "You're a fast learner though." He had to give him that.

"Maybe." But Sasuke was starting to really appreciate Temari's suggestion. "Screaming my name is a really good look for you."

"You can be a little smug sometimes." Itachi chuckles as he tries to catch his breath.

"And you aren't?" Sasuke raises an eyebrow. "You're as bad as I am."

"Well, we are Uchihas." he laughs.

Sasuke laughs softly. "Last I checked, my papers had something a little different on them." Something...Greek? Sasuke was pretty sure it was Greek. Apparently he looked regal enough for it, or something like that. Half Japanese and half Greek seemed to be his cover. Still, it was a far cry from Uchiha.

"You know what I meant." Itachi somehow manages to roll his eyes at him. "Besides, it'll likely be Uchiha again soon enough."

Sasuke's eyes widen for a moment, then he climbs back up over Itachi's body and settles his head on the strong chest. "I guess that wouldn't be so bad. We're basically in the honeymoon phase anyway."

Yes, I would say that's entirely accurate." He smiles.

"Of course it's accurate." Sasuke chuckles and leans his head down to Itachi's neck, biting at the soft skin there. "You did spend almost two days fucking my brains out."

Itachi moans and nods smugly at that. That was damn right he had.

Right now, Sasuke's goal was to get Itachi worked up again as fast as possible. And judging by the sounds coming from his soulmate's mouth, he was well on his way to doing exactly that. So, he reaches back down to stroke languidly at Itachi's flagging erection as his mouth continues to work Itachi's neck. "Tell me how badly you want me."

He arches against his lover. "Why tell you, when I can show you?" He sighs in pleasure at the attention as he tries to reverse their positions so that he could pin his gorgeous soulmate.
Sasuke rolls with the momentum, pinning Itachi back against the giant bed. "Nice try. But you'll have to try harder than that."

"Alright." He smiles slyly at him and hops off the bed. "These should do quite nicely." He deftly snatches up the red ribbons and loops them around Sasuke's wrists, pulling them far above his young lover's head. "A gift from everyone's favorite fairy."

Sasuke pulls on the ribbons, finding his arms hopelessly tied together. "I guess that explains the texts on Gaara's phone." He hadn't pegged the fairy as being so bold, but then again, Sasuke was surprising himself as well. "It's about time he made a move on her."

"Apparently, they've been making several moves on each other." He chuckles as he kisses Sasuke. "She wants to teach you how to pole dance like an exotic dancer."

That was...unexpected. "...Is that something you would want to see?" Sasuke squirms a little, trying and failing to get free. "I mean, I don't really remember how, so I'd need a refresher class at least."

"It's not really my thing, but you could make me a believer." he chuckles. "I wouldn't ask you to do it, if you're not comfortable. She's just a kinky fairy."

Sasuke's eyes slide halfway shut, glimmering with hedonistic purpose. "I get the feeling that I could make you believe that a lot of things are kinkier than you thought."

"You probably could." Itachi smiles as he takes out the lubrication.

They'd done this enough times over the last few days that Sasuke knew the drill now. Or, more specifically, he knew Itachi's drill. But his assertive advance earlier had already disrupted the newly established rhythm, and excitement hummed in Sasuke's veins as he contemplated what could be coming next. "So, are you planning on sitting there all day, or do I have to warm myself up?"

Itachi shakes his head and quickly flips Sasuke, giving him a swift smack to his deliciously well shaped bottom. "I have never met a more sarcastic being before you." He quickly proceeds to coat his fingers lavishly in the lubrication before sliding one into Sasuke.

Sasuke yips and scowls darkly over his shoulder, a pink flush racing across his cheekbones. "Itachi!" He was trying to be indignant about the smack to his ass, but it was hard to keep a straight face when the silken sheets rubbed against his newly sensitized nipples and pulled on the milky opal beads.

"You're adorable when you sulk." Itachi chuckles as he lightly bites on his shoulder. "Utterly fuck-able." He glides one hand underneath Sasuke to caress his rings and the other he uses to continue stretching him.

With a breathy moan, Sasuke squirms against Itachi's hands. He presses down, rubbing against talented fingers as the piercings slide under his skin. "Ah! Like that!" That was perfect. The stimulation made his cock twitch and swell, and every touch allows pale fingers to slip deeper inside him.

"These rings have really got you worked up." Itachi chuckles as he nibbles on Sasuke's ears while adding a second finger. "I suppose they have their uses." All the while he continues toying with his nipples.

Sasuke trembles with pleasure, his body relaxing and opening for Itachi. "Mhm." His every breath is muffled by the pillow beneath him, and his entire back is exposed, a dangerous position with anyone but Itachi. Though he still shivers as Itachi's breath passes unimpeded over the back of his neck as soft lips suck a dark mark into his skin.

Itachi licks the love bite as he removes his fingers and replaces them with something far bigger. "Mine." His sassy Sasuke.

"Ah!" Sasuke's eyes shoot open and he arches underneath Itachi's weight. "Itachi!" He stretches tight around Itachi's length, his back bent like a bow and chest pressed to the sheets. It takes a moment to catch his breath. "Yes, yours...always..." He would always belong to Itachi, and Itachi to him...for the rest of their lives.

Itachi smirks at the reaction and begins thrusting into him. Good. At least they were were on the same page there. How the fuck was Sasuke this tight though?

"Itachi..." Sasuke moans wantonly, pushing his hips up and back as he reaches forward and presses his bound hands flat against the headboard.

He groans and slams into him. "I love you." They fit together so perfectly. It was just like magic.

Yes, Sasuke could feel how much Itachi loved him. It came through most clearly when they were like this, when neither of them was dampening their emotions. He could feel it through their bond, and he returned the feelings just as powerfully. "Itachi...Itachi...Itachi..." The older man's name was a magical chant falling from Sasuke's lips.

It was a miracle that he was alive, let alone that they were still together. "You feel so good." Itachi continues moving in time with the beautiful man underneath him.

"Fuck...Itachi, fuck me harder!" Sasuke's cries grow in volume, filling the air with the sound of Itachi's name, the sounds of slapping flesh, and desperate pleas for more, filled to the brim with profanities.

Itachi didn't have any problem doing exactly that. The way Sasuke writhed against him was glorious as he continues exploring all that his lover had to offer.

It was hot, so fucking hot. Sasuke's head spun as ripples of pleasure spread through him, preluding the great one approaching. "Itachi! I'm going to-" But his warning was cut short by a sharp thrust to his prostate that spilled his release all over the sheets beneath him.

So was Itachi actually. He completely surrenders once his beloved found his own release.

Sagging against the sheets, Sasuke glances over his shoulder, soft dark locks falling across the velvety royal blue of his nape. "I love you too, Itachi..." He slips his arms from the ribbons, turning them to shadow for just a second so that he can turn over and pull Itachi against his chest. He didn't even mind that he had cum leaking out of his ass again. "Itachi..." He runs gentle fingers through Itachi's silky soft hair. "You're so good to me."

"And you're equally as good to me." He smiles and slides out of him. "I love you, Sasuke." He wished he had something poetic to say, but that would have to do.

Nodding in dazed agreement, Sasuke pulls Itachi up to crush their lips together, his hands fisting Itachi's hair.

He kisses back eagerly. It was all too easy to get lost in his kisses.

Sasuke soon smirks into the kiss, purring softly as Itachi's hands wrap around him, pale fingers rubbing at his nape. "So, we're down to fourteen now."

Oh boy. It was going to be a long morning.

It was just a couple of weeks in when Sasuke remembered what a sadistic bastard Gaara could be. "You have got to be kidding me..." For some reason, this seemed to be a theme with the vampire siblings. First Temari and her chair, and now Gaara putting him in THIS? "...I get that you want to have a theme night, but why do I have to participate?" Sasuke felt like Gaara was showing him off on purpose.

"Because it would look odd if you didn't." He shrugs. "Besides, the black wings suit you and I'm certain Itachi will adore them."

Oh, Sasuke was certain that Itachi would adore him in just about anything, but that wasn't the point. "Are you trying to make my job harder? I already look after the drunk students, but now I'll have to keep Itachi from murdering anyone who looks at me for too long." Which was a distinct possibility, based on the emotions he could sometimes feel through their strengthening bond. Itachi was definitely the jealous type.

He shakes his head in amusement. "Itachi might glower, but he wouldn't actually do something." Well at least not in public anyway.

"You say that like that's supposed to make me feel better." Once or twice over the last two weeks, Sasuke had felt Itachi have near murderous intentions when he came to hang out at the bar. Those had been some very...interesting nights for him. "If he tries to get me into the back room before my shift is over, I'm blaming you."

"I'll accept full responsibility." Gaara chuckles and shakes his head at Sasuke's pouting.

Sasuke shivers at the thought of where that could go. "You're very eager to encourage his behaviour, aren't you?"

Gaara nods at him. "Yes, if anyone needs to get laid it would be you." He made even vampires look like giddy fairies. For the love of all that was supernatural, Sasuke had been entirely too angsty even by his standards.

Apparently, the vampire was taking it upon himself to encourage Sasuke's slowly growing sexual appetite. And his soulmate was entirely too happy to comply and encourage it further. "Then at least tell me that you're getting laid by your secretly kinky dominatrix of a fairy." He refused to be the only one who got their sex life discussed here.

"Fair is fair, I suppose." He sighs knowing that Sasuke would never let him hear the end of it. "Yes, I am."

Sasuke smirks. "And I hear that you liked the chain treatment. Apparently, you're decently good at begging when she has you on the ropes." He'd also wanted to hear Gaara admit that he was getting some, even though he'd already gotten a download from his new teacher. He felt so smug right now. "I have to admit that she's got a lot of good ideas, she's even given me a few that I can surprise Itachi with."

He feels his cheeks burn slightly. "I indulge her." When a woman with cleavage that exceptional preferred to take the reins in the bedroom, he wasn't about to argue. "Though I'm glad you two are bonding."

Bonding was one way to put it. Hinata was also very thorough in her lessons. "I think she feels like there's a lot to teach me, since she's so much older than me." Knowledge that he soaked up like a sponge. He even found himself enjoying the dance lessons. "Though I have to admit that dressing up like a fallen angel wasn't part of the curriculum."

He shakes his head in amusement. Sasuke would always be Sasuke. He was so bashful about the strangest things.

Finally, Sasuke flexes the false wings and sighs. "Alright, I guess I'll get out to the bar." Not much point in putting off that reveal much longer, but at least he would have a short respite before the first customers started to arrive. "Though you're still just capitalizing on my pretty face, and you know it."

"That might be true, but considering what you pulled I think I'm entitled." Gaara gives him a dirty look. "It's a good thing I'm a vampire otherwise I would have had a heart attack."

And that was something that Sasuke did regret. In his efforts not to hurt anyone else, he'd ended up hurting the people he cared about most. "I know, and I can say sorry for the rest of my life, but it won't change what I did." All he could really do now was live for the future, and try to make up for a little of what he'd done. "...Thanks, Gaara. For not giving up on me, I mean."

"Well thank you for making this club so much money with that pretty face of yours." He rolls his eyes. "You better get going and I'll try to keep your boyfriend from killing anyone." Gaara knew what Sasuke was doing. He was blaming himself. He would have none of it of course and that meant he had to distract the Uchiha with sarcasm.

Sasuke smiles gratefully, then heads out for the front, maneuvering his new wings carefully through the doorway and around the bar so that he could start the pre-opening cleanup.

Itachi enters the club. Tonight was one of Gaara's theme nights. Which meant that he would be very lucky to get through the evening without punching someone, but Sasuke would look exceptional in whatever outfit the vampire forced him to wear.

And as expected, the bar area was surrounded by giggling girls and college guys shooting flirty looks at the clearly gay bartender wearing the large mechanical wings. The feathers gleam just like the few remaining raven locks under the blue and crimson streaks. Amber eyes lined dramatically with kohl glance out across the bar from the throng of people, serving drinks flawlessly, despite the crowd.

He makes his way over to Sasuke. "They seem to find the fact they have absolutely no chance of winning your affections cute." Why coed girls were so obsessed with gay men was beyond Itachi.

Sasuke smirks as he tosses the cocktail shaker around, deftly avoiding hitting the cumbersome wings. Itachi was so predictable, though he generally behaved himself, this was the kind of night that made him nervous about having his soulmate here. "I think that they all just want to try and swing me back to batting for their team."

It was possible, but it wasn't going to happen. "Most likely." Itachi didn't waste any time in marking his claim by kissing Sasuke.

"Cheeky asshole." Catching the shaker even as he's pulled halfway across the bar, Sasuke rolls his eyes and flicks his tongue against Itachi's lips. He'd seen this intention coming a mile away. Itachi liked to pretend he was complicated, but somehow, Sasuke still managed to lead him around by his cock.

"I felt that, I can borrow those handcuffs next time, if you prefer." Itachi breaks the kiss and shakes his head. "You're not half as defiant as you pretend to be."

Sasuke raises an eyebrow as he pulls back and pours the bright green cocktail over ice. "I could do that, if you'd prefer." If Itachi wanted him to play hard to get, Sasuke could certainly comply.

"I just felt your thoughts." He shakes his head. "Really, Sasuke?" He knew exactly what Itachi had heard.

Shooting Itachi a teasing look, Sasuke moves down the bar to deliver the cocktail to the incessantly giggling girls, and pour a few tequila shots for the waiting U of T students. Then, he looks over Itachi's attire and shakes his head. "You know, people are encouraged to wear costumes and make me feel less weird on theme nights."

"Well I'll just have to make it up to you later." He chuckles as he watches him. "You really do detest theme nights."

Of course he did, because it gave Gaara and Temari an excuse to dress him up and put Sasuke on display. To be fair, he didn't hate dressing up, it was more the looks he got for it. Everyone and their mother wanted to hit on him. "It would be easier if less people thought of me as attractive."

Only Sasuke would consider being attractive a con. Itachi shakes his head again as he kisses him and smiles. Well, they could deal with that easily enough.

"Ignore them." He breaks the kiss. "They all know that you're taken anyway. Most of them aren't serious."

"I know, but that doesn't stop some of me from trying, anyway." Wait, maybe that wasn't a good thing to be telling Itachi. "But yes, I do try to ignore them. It's just hard to do that when you come in and glare at them all from the bar."

"Would you prefer I not glare at them and you be swarmed?" He wasn't sure whether to be amused or annoyed.

"Just don't scare them away from ordering drinks. I like the tips." Not that Gaara didn't pay him well, Sasuke just liked to see his efforts rewarded by people who weren't obligated to pay him, or felt responsible for him. Customer service wasn't his favorite thing in the world, but he was good at it, and that's what mattered. Besides, tips usually doubled his salary just because of his looks alone. When he was actually 'nice', they tripled it.

Itachi sighs and nods. "Alright." He'd humor Sasuke. It wasn't as though he couldn't provide for them both anyway.

Oh boy, Sasuke knew what that look meant, they'd discussed its implications before. "I know, Itachi, you have more than enough money squirrelled away that you could support me if I wanted to stay home and lounge around all day." And then there would be even more when his work visa came in a few weeks from now and he could start looking for work. But Sasuke liked this bit of independence, he didn't want to rely on Itachi for everything.

"I understand wanting to make your own money." Exert some control over his life, Itachi supposed. "I even understand why you work at a job that clearly annoys you because you feel you owe Gaara. Which I can't blame you for." The red head had kept him alive long enough for Itachi to find him. "You don't need to worry about making a bunch of drunk coeds happy for extra tips though."

With a soft laugh, Sasuke passes off a whole tray of beer mugs. "Someone has to look after them, and it's a bartender's job to make sure no one gets so drunk that they get hurt. If entertaining them keeps them happy, safe, and happens to get me extra tips, then that's fine with me." Sure, there were aspects he didn't really appreciate, like when someone tried to cop a feel, but otherwise...he kind of liked all the hustle and bustle. The constant moving kept his mind occupied, and the volume of customers put his focus to the test.

"Here." Sasuke pours a crystal glass of whiskey for Itachi and slides it across the bar for his soulmate. "Think that this will help you get through the night?"

"I think that will be tremendously helpful." He nods at him. "Thank you."

Sasuke smirks and leans forward to press a kiss to Itachi's lips. "Now behave yourself. And try not to pull my wings off until after my shift."

"Alright." Itachi smirks, his voice dripping with dark promises. "Definitely after though."

"Is that so?" Not that Sasuke doubted that Itachi would keep that promise. No, his lover would revel in it. "I guess that means you have no objection to the theme this time?" Angels and demons, and one lone fallen angel working the bar.

"Why would I object?" Itachi winks at Sasuke. "You look even more incredible than usual. This theme does suit you."

"Oh?" Temari had said something like that as well while Gaara watched her force Sasuke into the wings. He blamed Gaara, though, since he picked the theme. "And how do you figure that?"

"The wings compliment you rather well." Itachi smiles at him.

"And the idea of a fallen angel, huh...?" Temari had said something like that before. It was a being once pure, then fallen from grace and blamed for the ills of the world. If nothing else, Sasuke could appreciate the irony.

Sasuke rubs his shoulders gently as he sits in the back room, the wings still attached to his back. It was hard to wear them for so long, despite the advances made in ensuring that they were comfortable. Sure, they didn't hurt to put on or take off, and they weren't impossibly heavy, but they weren't meant for bartending, and Sasuke would vouch for that. Still, the pitch black feathers were quite something when the motorized gears made the wings flare out, which was something he'd done periodically through the evening. The girls wanted to see it, and it kept them entertained.

And Temari had watched him expectantly, waiting for him to put the wings to good use. Sasuke hadn't felt like testing the patience of the vampiress.

"I think you should keep them." Itachi smiles slyly at him as he drifts into the room. "I find myself growing rather fond of them." There was something erotic and befitting about the whole thing.

With a glance back over his shoulder, just past one silken wing, Sasuke watches Itachi's approach. He raises a slightly mocking eyebrow. "Oh really?" Well, this was unexpected. Sasuke knew that look, and apart from tying him up with ribbons and ambushing him in the shower multiple times, Itachi's tastes had seemed fairly tame.

Still, Sasuke tugs off one of his black arm coverings, made from the same material as his tight black shirt. It was all that Temari would let him wear underneath the wings. Something about extra layers messing with the alignment. Fortunately, he'd gotten to choose leather pants over skinny jeans, so he had at least some say in his wardrobe tonight.

"Well I suppose we all have our kinks. " Itachi just hadn't known dress up was one of them.

Clearly. "Hn. Of course yours involves dressing me up." Itachi did have a little habit of calling him beautiful, so Sasuke supposed it wasn't really THAT unexpected. "Alright then..." He holds up a single finger, beckoning Itachi to him as he sits up on the counter of the dressing room. "Then why don't you come and appreciate your little devil's angel wings."

Itachi smiles as he saunters over to Sasuke and kisses him. "I love you." He chuckles. "Even if you are a fallen angel. I suppose that's part of the appeal."

Sasuke softens into the kiss, smiling slightly. "A corrupted angel appeals to you, then? One whose snow-white wings have long since turned pitch black?" Itachi almost made it feel like a fairy tale, like a story that could never really happen.

"Yes, when you put it that way, it does sound rather poetic." Itachi smiles and deepens the kiss. Forgetting that a certain fairy and vampire were just outside the room.

Hinata peeks into the room, beaming brightly as she catches a glimpse of her new student putting some of those extra lessons of hers to use. Then, she closes the door and giggles quietly as she saunters away towards the bar, where her vampire was cleaning up. "They're so cute, aren't they?"

"Yes, now that Sasuke has stopped playing the part of a martyr." Gaara chuckles. "They are."

She wraps her arms around Gaara's back, smiling into the vampire's jacket and humming softly. "I made sure to give him lots of tips during his lessons. And he's become a lot more flexible than he used to be. I think I saw Sasuke's legs bending right back to his head." She was so proud.

"That sounds painful?" Gaara blinks. "Didn't know humans could be that flexible. Vampires or fairies, sure, but humans?"

"Well, he's not totally human, remember?" Because she knew he was a shadow-walker, and they didn't technically count as human, despite their very close relation. "Besides, if you train hard enough, even humans can achieve that much flexibility. He trained himself really well on his own, so I just helped him take his skills up a few levels. It won't hurt him as long as he and Itachi are careful."

"ITACHI!" A scream of pleasure penetrates the din of the now empty club.

"I guess things are going well." The red head couldn't help but smirk at that. "Should we leave them to their privacy?"

"I think so." Hinata smiles slyly. "After all, I think I saw enough to give him some pointers for next time." Hm...though maybe she should look at giving Itachi some tips as well. He could stand to explore his kinks a little more.

Sasuke lays his head on Itachi's chest, eyes closed, his heart humming contentedly as they cuddle under the silky sheets of their bed. They'd taken a couple of hours to finally make it home, not that Sasuke was complaining about that part. Though if he'd known that Itachi liked the wings THAT much, he wouldn't have bitched so much about them in the first place. "How is it that you always make me feel so...peaceful inside?" He remembered a time when everything was a raging storm filled with hail and rain and three hundred kilometers an hour winds.

"Well, we are soulmates." He chuckles as he cuddles against his lover. "Though I know knowing that in your head and in your gut are two different things."

"Yeah, but..." Sasuke wasn't sure about that. He wasn't sure if it was because of their connection, or because of the serenity he could see deep inside Itachi, or if there was something else between them that just calmed him like a glass-like lake with barely a ripple in its surface. "Hey Itachi, I've been thinking..."

"Mmm a dangerous habit of yours." He smiles teasingly as Sasuke shoves him lightly. "What have you been thinking about?"

"I'm...thinking about asking Temari to give me a tattoo." Sasuke had made sure to think about this well out of Itachi's mindshot. After all, this was the kind of decision that he needed to make himself.

He raises an eyebrow at that. "Uh huh?" Sasuke seemed to be developing a fondness for body modifications that Itachi wasn't entirely sure if he should be concerned with. "Of what and where?"

"I'm not sure what I want yet." But Sasuke knew exactly what he wanted covered up. "I want my crow tattoo covered up." It wasn't just a tattoo for the sake of getting a tattoo, but because he wanted to wipe away the last trace...of the part of himself that had nearly destroyed Itachi. "It represents the killer...the criminal that you were sent here to catch. And I'm not that person anymore." He refused to be.

"You don't have to cover that up." He smiles and kisses Sasuke. "You're not that person anymore, but if it will make you feel better, then of course."

Sasuke sighs into the kiss. "It will." It would be a weight off his shoulders to not have to look at that negative aspect to their past anymore. He just wanted to wipe the slate clean and move forward. "Besides, if I do, then I won't have to cover my tattoos up anymore." Itachi's claim on him would be more public. "I've kept them hidden because the wrong people know about the crow tattoo, but once it's gone..." Once it was gone, he would display Itachi's claim to everyone who decided to look.

Itachi smiles and nods. It made Sasuke happy and he did have a point about that last part. Who was he to argue? That and it was Sasuke's body. "Alright. You don't need to explain yourself to me."

"Thanks for understanding." Though Sasuke still resented that Itachi believed his thinking to be a dangerous habit. "So I guess this means I don't need to explain why I want her to tattoo your name right above my ass with a bunch of glittery stars, then?"

"You're probably drunk on fairy dust." Itachi shakes his head in disbelief.

"Hn." Sasuke rolls his eyes and lays his head back on Itachi's chest. "I think you'd have more experience with that than me. I know how to hold my alcohol. I WAS trained by an Irish vampire, after all."

Honestly, what was he going to do with him? It was as if Sasuke Uchiha was born to be sassy. The man just didn't know when to quit. "You know what I mean." Nonetheless, he presses a kiss to Sasuke's hair.

"Of course I do." He might not be psychic, but Sasuke knew his soulmate that well by now. "...So that's a go on the tramp stamp?"