Jealous

It is official; this pairing has driven me insane. Perhaps I should start working on my other stories again…? Forgive me for the OOC-ness that will happen, and the blatant disregard for canon, God, and Itachi's masculinity.

Enjoy…

Pein had never considered himself the jealous sort, he was rather calm and liked using people far too much for him to alienate them for the sake of a petty whim. That was before he took Uchiha Itachi to bed as his lover, after that, after the gorgeous Uchiha was his, he began to be a little protective. Perhaps it was hypocritical of him, but still, he was beginning to become a little irrational.

He had been noticing the looks other members of the Akatsuki had been casting at Itachi; Kakuzu's fourth partner in particular was becoming rather obvious in his staring. The entire predicament was, of course, either ignored by Itachi or the Uchiha was oblivious to the stares and attention he received.

The entire situation was made worse by Itachi's apparent ignorance of the tense silences that had begun to pop up whenever he was in the room, the death glares that were thrown around seemed to sail right over the Sharingan master's head. It was driving Pein insane; the Akatsuki's leader had had quite enough of Kisame's reports that they had had to abort a mission because they had been mobbed by villagers who had been trying to get closer to the gorgeous, breathtaking sight that was Itachi. And that was their reaction to just his face, secretly Pein wondered what they would have done had they seen his body.

Probably killed Kisame and dragged Itachi back to their village to serve as some sort of courtesan, Pein imagined Itachi in a little silken kimono, handcuffed to a wall, with a sad, pouty, adorable expression on his beautiful face. He quickly banished the thought, but still, the fact that Itachi took his cloak off at the base and wore regular clothes was a huge problem.

During the summer the temperature had reached a record high for the climate of Amegakure, and one day Itachi had come to breakfast wearing a t-shirt and a pair of pajama shorts, very short pajama shorts, shorts so short that if they had been another inch shorter they would have qualified as hot-pants. Pein was justified in his belief that Itachi in shorts was a force to be reckoned with, because shorts showed off his legs, legs that were probably the most perfect legs in the universe, legs that Pein had come to attribute almost mystical properties to, like the fact that they were so white, or so shiny, or smooth, or perfect, or slim, or shapely, or long, or…Pein could go on for days, but that was the problem. Itachi had come down, into the presence of other members of the Akatsuki, with those amazing legs on display. As usual, when Itachi was anywhere even near the vicinity of the other Akatsuki members he was ogled, except for Kisame, who was accustomed to the dark-haired beauty and the attention he garnered.

Pein had begun twitching, his entire body was being racked by spasms as he fought not to get up, order Itachi to go put some clothes on, and kill all the other members of Akatsuki. He had managed to control himself and after breakfast Itachi got up and left the kitchen, followed closely by Kakuzu's fourth partner, the Akatsuki members in the kitchen heard a loud 'smack' followed by lots of screaming, the sound of a body being thrown repeatedly against the wall and the sound of bones breaking.

The Akatsuki's leader went into the hallway and saw Kakuzu's fourth partner huddled in a little ball on the floor, there were several trails of blood running down the wall and the poor shinobi was sobbing his eyes out, a large red hand-shaped welt was on his left cheek.

In hindsight, Pein realized that he should have remembered to factor in Itachi's personality and temperament before going off on a bout of paranoia about other people stealing the Uchiha from him.

Later he told Itachi about it, and the Uchiha laughed at him, actual, real laughter. It was the sexiest thing Pein had ever heard.

So there it is, the drabble based on the prompt 'Itachi-in-shorts' , I agree with Pein, Itachi in shorts is a very dangerous thing, so dangerous in fact, that It took me a week to get this out. I blame writers block…. (Shifty eyes)…yes, writers block.

Forgive the OOC-ness, but it was necessary. I am afraid that by the time I decide I am done with this I will have made up the deaths or expulsions from the Akatsuki of all six of Kakuzu's first partners.

Flamers are discouraged and will be ignored with dignity.

R&R, if you please!