Second chapter, yaaaaay!!
-starts dancing to imaginary music-
Cough, so yeah, here it is, all revised for your reading pleasure.
Enjoy!
Anyhoo, here you go!
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Itachi woke up that morning with butterflies in his stomach. He willed himself as he showered and dressed to have enough self-control to avoid doing anything stupid today. Thankful that Sasori was already gone on his mission as he ate breakfast, he still felt his heart pound as he passed his room to inform Leader of his leave with Kisame.
The day passed by, as they gathered information in several villages, and Itachi had to torture a few people, while Kisame had to kill a few. All in all, your normal Kisame and Itachi mission. But Itachi wasn't focusing on what was happening. His mind was on what happened yesterday, and what would happen tonight. Kisame noticed.
"Itachi, are you okay?" a line creased his forehead as he bent down to examine Itachi.
The Uchiha shook himself from his thoughts, trying to clear his foggy mind. He was mildly surprised that Kisame would notice such a small change.
"Nothing," he said nonchalantly, lifting his faithful wall of emotions high above his head. No one needed to know what he was thinking. Not even Kisame.
"I guess I can't make you talk to me," he said resignedly. "Well, we had a productive day, Itachi," he said in a last attempt to make conversation, before walking on.
The rest of the way to the hideout went in silence. Itachi wasn't sure what to expect on the other side of the now barely-visible front door. Or whether he should be thankful or afraid, whatever it was.
He shook his head at himself, a ghost of a smile forming on his lips and he turned the knob.
Sasori-san was just playing with me. Senpais don't go and get water for youngsters. I'm so childish, and the things I said to him yesterday...
"Is that a smile on Itachi-sama's face?" he heard right above him.
He stumbled in surprise. Sasori stood above him, water glass in hand. He hadn't forgotten! Suddenly realizing that questions would arise if anyone heard the "-sama" Sasori used after his name, Itachi glanced nervously behind him, checking for eavesdroppers, Kisame namely. No one was there. He sighed in relief.
"...is the glass for me?" he asked Sasori quietly.
He nodded with achuckle and handed it down to him.
"You're so cute," he said, ruffling his hair as he drank. Itachi blushed and swallowed unusually loudly.
"Can we sit down?" he asked shyly. Using Mangekyou Sharingan always made him feel a little weak, although he always blamed it on getting hit by Kisame's ill-aimed water attacks instead.
"Go ahead, I'll be there. I'm pretty thirsty myself," Sasori said, already rummaging through the cupboards to get a glass.
Itachi suddenly remembered what Sasori had said yesterday.
"S-Sasori-san, h-how was your mission today?" he asked quietly.
The redhead eyecreased.
"Successful, very successful. And yours?"
"...Well...the same, I guess."
Sasori chuckled.
"Itachi-sama never fails, does he?" he whispered, seating himself on the couch beside the boy.
"Nope," Itachi said with a faked smile, nervously scratching the back of his neck.
Damned senpai, keeps me guessing...
"Say, Itachi-sama, how do you think you'll make it through the week? I mean, four missions that each last an entire day, you'll probably get pretty tired. What do you say I talk with Pein about giving me a bit of your share?"
Itachi could stay impassive as Sasuke boomed about the loss of their family by his hands, he could stare down Jiraiya if he stood in his was to get Naruto, he could smirk coldly as the fox-boy promised him he'd get revenge for Sasuke, but stay silent when his skill and stamina was questionned, that he could not. He clenched his fists, knuckles white around the glass.
He gave Sasori the angriest look he could muster.
"That is not your right," he hissed. Gosh, who did this guy thing he was?
"That's what you think. But I haven't even gotten started on you," came the low reply, whispered against his ear.
In seconds Itachi was on his back, gasping as his head crashed into the couch. He felt his wrists being held together above his head. Recovering from the initial shock, he looked up, straight into Sasori's eyes. His knees were around Itachi, as he panted slightly.
The younger boy blushed violently as he shook his head, as if trying to rid his mind of a scary dream. His eyes were shut tight, as if refusing to acknowledge what was happening.
Leave me alone, Sasori-san, he demanded in his head. He couldn't utter a word.
Sasori bit his ear, hard. Itachi flinched in spite of himself, unsure of what to make of the new sensation pulsing through him. Soon, his attention moved from his throbbing ear to where Sasori was currently directing his attention to: under Itachi's shirt.
Itachi swallowed nervously, still trying to make sense of it all. His mind was thinking at half-speed, all of his senses felt fogged up. He groaned subconscioulsy, but it didn't really feel like his own noise.
"You have to save your energy, Itachi-sama," Sasori said, lust clouding his words.
It suddenly seemed odd to Itachi, how he called him "Itachi-sama," although there was no doubt about who was in control in this.
He tried once again to rouse himself from his numb stupor.
"Sasori-san..." he pleaded. Didn't he remember that Itachi had specified he wasn't ready for this kind of thing?
Itachi's eyes widened in guilty surprise as he realised even he himself hadn't remembered. He stirred uncomfortably as Sasori got more and more riled up, moving his fingers, then his tongue, faster up his bare skin, jerking him harder between his legs. He stifled a gasp when Sasori aimed correctly at a particularly sensitive nerve. Sasori had obviously forgotten what he'd said about this kind of thing...
The words "too fast" flashed repeatedly through his mind.
"Sasori-san..." he groaned, closing his eyes.
He felt him travel up his neck, breathing hard on his bare skin. He was flustered to an almost intolerable level now.
Only Senpai can do this to me...
The sensations stopped. He cranked an eye open. Sasori was looking down at him, regaining his breath. Itachi felt relieved that he was at least as rattled as him. He felt the grip around his wrists loosen. Sasori was getting off of him, stumbling as he reached for the door leading to the hallway. Reluctantly, Itachi sat up, watching him go.
"Good night, Itachi-sama," he called before leaving the troubled boy to pick himself up and put his shirt back on. Itachi forced himself to concentrate as his mind pondered the red marks going up his torso. He really hoped Sasori would get it straight tomorow.
Wait, I'm actually assuming this is going to continue...
He stepped out of the shower, hair dripping wet over the still-sensitive spots on his skin.
No, I'm hoping this is going to continue.
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Sasori lay on top of the blankets of his bed, willing himself to freeze to death. And then some.
Only when he had gotten off of Itachi had he realised what he'd done.
Honestly, what was up with him?
Falling for a beautiful dark boy, and not having the guts to pull him down along with him?
What the heck. Not even the guts to kiss him.
It was the twisting feeling in his stomach that drove him crazy. He really did love Itachi, obviously.
And he was right there, under me, embarassed as if he actually minded me. Meh, the lousy actor. He groaned, for lord's sakes.
What I would give to have him under me again...
He closed his eyes in self-punishment. He would forbid himself from ever thinking about that again.
What was wrong with him?
I had no right to do that. But I did it. But not quite. Oh, I could've gone so much further...he thought wistfully for a second.
He covered his face with his hands.
"No!" he cried. "Shouldn't...think...that way..." he whispered to himself. "He freaking told me he wasn't ready. Get real, Sasori."
To think a kid could do this to him...
A muffled knock sounded on his door.
"Ano, Sasori no danna?"
"Go away, Deidara."
"Not until you make sense in your monologues. It's hard enough getting to sleep when I hear you being coherent. I won't be able to go to sleep unless I know what's bothering danna," he half-whined from the hallway.
Sasori sighed.
"Deidara, you should be tending to that chest injury. It's gonna damage that useless trump card of yours if you aren't careful."
"You always pretend to worry about me when you want to get rid of me. Stop pushing me away, Danna."
Sasori rolled his eyes.
"No, you think?" he said sarcastically. "Just leave, I don't feel like talking."
The door opened with a creak. Deidara silently stepped inside.
"Sori-chan..." he whispered, getting closer. He had missed this.
"Get the hell away," Sasori said, quickly sitting up on his bed.
Deidara was already at the foot of his bed, crawling up to him, hair in his eyes, licking his lips.
"Don't push me away, Sori-chan. I want to feel you against me again..."
He grabbed the hem of Sasori's shirt, pulling him closer.
"Deidara..." he reprimanded half-heartedly.
In a fit of desire, Deidara took a bite out of the fabric.
He was now completely on top of him, his hair falling down into his face. Sasori blinked it away, trying to push him off. Deidara ignored the silent plea, as he licked the sensitive skin under his jaw. When no reaction came, he put his teeth into it. Sasori's breath came out as a wail. Deidara smirked to himself, tightening his knees' grip around Sasori's legs. The entire body under him spasmed.
"Say my name again. You know your voice drives me crazy..."
Sasori felt scared. Realisation dawned on him once again. He reached for the kunai on his bedside table, thrusting it into Deidara's forearm. As soon as he felt his grip around him loosen, he pushed him off, running for the door.
Running for the hall.
Running down the hall.
Running for the door.
His door.
He pressed an ear to the smooth wood, listening. Slow breathing. He burried his face in his hands.
I have the guts to almost rape him, and he can still sleep soundly? What have I done?
"Sasori-san?"
His breath caught as he heard his name uttered from the other side of the door. He slowly turned the knob.
Itachi had just woken up, judging by the rumpled covers and his vigourous eye rubbing. Sasori felt bad for waking him.
I feel bad for taking you like that, too. Itachi-sama, forgive me. I love you too much. I don't listen to you. Deidara reminded me just now...
"Itachi-sama," he said, running over to him. He draped his arms around his pale shoulders, feeling a tear bead at the corner of his eye. "Itachi-sama, I didn't mean to treat you like that. You must've been so scared..."
He hugged the boy to his chest, praying in all his heart that he would be forgiven. Fear, fear, he hated it with all his heart. And here he had caused it to the love of his life...
"Sasori-san, what are you talking about?"
He looked down at the dark-haired boy, whose unruly-when-untied locks hid half his face, who now sat in his lap.
"Why, Itachi, what happened, everything. Just now...everything..." he trailed off.
"I like it better when you just call me Itachi, Sasori-san."
"...you weren't scared?"
Itachi seemed to think. Sasori wasn't sure how he felt about his cheeks growing redder as he pondered.
"Well...not really. But I still think Sasori-san was a little disrespectful, ignoring Itachi's needs like that."
Sasori looked questioningly at Itachi, wondering why in the world he had decided just now to speak in third person. Itachi blushed.
"Sasori-san is a little intimidating sometimes," he admitted under the inquisitive stare. "I just wish he would be a little more gentle to me."
"Itachi, can I stay here?"
"Um...why?"
"I'm lonely. I need you."
Itachi bit his lip. Sasori was already untangling his arms from around him.
"I-I guess you can stay for the night."
"Thanks, Itachi."
Without another word, he got under the covers, watching as Itachi, still sitting on the side of the bed, seemed to be contemplating something in the distance. He pulled on his wrist, compelling him to lie with him. With a squeak, Itachi obliged.
Sasori felt his eyes close as their bodies' heat mingled under the blankets. Itachi, back to him, sighed a few inches away. Shuffling over to him, he put a hand on his chest, pulling him closer.
"S-S-Sasori-san," was the soft reprimand. But Sasori knew he didn't actually mind. He proceeded to kiss his ear, down his neck, along his shoulder. The staggered breath he got in response was more one of lust than of discomfort.
"You know that your body is the most beautiful thing I've ever kissed?" he whispered in his ear. Itachi moved along him.
"S-Sasori-san, wait, I don't want to..."
"Of course you do. Let me decide. You'll want more after you've tried it with me."
"Sasori-san..."
"Shhh, trust me."
"Sasori-san!"
His eyes widened as Itachi suddenly twisted out of his grip, shaking as he turned to face him. They stared at each other like that, only their panting filling the silence.
"Haah...haah..."
"Itachi..."
"No! Don't say it like that! Stop seducing me!" Itachi shrieked, shaking his head violently. He fell to his elbows, hiding his face in his hands. "Sasori-san, I let you sleep here because I felt sorry for you! Don't push it! Please, don't push it..." he whispered through his fingers.
He felt himself being hugged gently face first to Sasori's bare chest. He didn't budge, just muttered to himself, how it was a bad idea letting him come, how it was a mistake to respond to him, how he had just screwed everything up.
"I'm sorry, Itachi."
"I was scared," was the pouty response.
Sasori chuckled.
"Itachi, scared? Who would've thought? But listen, Itachi. I'm really really sorry."
"Is that why you came here in the first place? To have sex with me? I hate you!" he cried, pounding his fists on Sasori's chest,"I hate you so much!"
He stopped when he realised Sasori wasn't reacting. Instead, he was hugging him closer, fingers of one hand forked through his hair, as those from his other hand traveled up and down the soft fabric of his nightshirt, soothingly.
"Itachi, I came here because I felt bad. I admit I was wrong to come here, but please understand when I say I'm sorry."
"..."
Sasori smiled, stroking his long hair.
"I guess you want an explanation first, right? Fair enough." Sasori took a deep breath. "After the couch incident, when I left you there, I swear I was going to fall apart. I was afraid of what I'd done, what could've happened, how scared you must've been. I hated myself, for just taking you like that." He shook his head at the sarcastic grunt Itachi made. "I know, what good is feeling bad when you do the same thing ten minutes later? Anyway, I was thinking about that, about how much I loved you, if it was somehow too much..."
Itachi blushed, thanking the stars for the darkness to hide the burning colour of his cheeks.
"And then, and then I realised something," Sasori continued, absent-mindedly rubbing Itachi's back. He payed no mind to the small sigh released from Itachi's chest. "Deidara was there. I realised, maybe I should think more about what you think, Itachi."
The boy suddenly grew cold against him.
"...Itachi?"
"Deidara has nothing to do with me," he whispered.
Sasori smiled thinly, understanding.
"Itachi is jealous?" he asked innocently.
If Itachi was cold before, he was frozen now. He stayed silent.
Sasori stroked his shoulders and hugged him a little closer.
"Listen, I'm sorry..."
Snap.
"Leave, now."
Sasori let himself be shaken off, staring as Itachi dragged him out of the bed.
His feet (or was it Itachi's hands?) brought him to the door, and then out.
He chuckled in spite of himself. He may be unreadable during missions, but this, this just screamed out to the word "Jealousy."
"What a guy," he muttered, shoving his hands in his pockets, making his way back to his own room.
Eventually, we'll get it right.
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To be continued!!
Love,
Shun