Disclaimer: You should all know I do NOT own Naruto.
Most of you have probably already guessed who Akuma is but for those of you that haven't well….I guess you'll have to wait. I hope you like my story so far but I really don't care either way. I enjoy getting suggestions however so feel free to message me. And if you're a bitch about it I'll just be a bitch back soooo….there's really no point in flames. Little bit of Naruto and Sasuke bashing in this one. Enjoy! :D
Chapter One: Kiba is what?
Akuma sighed wearily as he felt Sasuke and Naruto's chakra flare at the edges of his senses, heading this way quickly. On a normal basis he could handle both of the jackasses but on no sleep he wasn't looking forward to it. Not at all. He'd been hoping Itachi would let him catch a nap before going anywhere but that thought went straight out the window with those idiots heading this way.
Silently he stood and moved over to Jigoku's side, patting the giant dog fondly while he made sure the henge was in order. He had to make sure it stayed in place or his cover would be completely blown and he didn't need his mother breathing down his neck right now. After making sure the henge over both Jigoku and himself was in place and functioning perfectly he reached down to wake Itachi.
The moment he touched the sleeping Uchiha he knew it was a mistake, a very careless one as far as mistakes went. No sooner than Itachi's muscles tensed than Akuma found himself rolled effortlessly under the older man, a kunai pressed to his throat. Ignoring the shiver of lust than raced down his spine he stayed perfectly still, staring up into blazing red eyes. The show of blatant dominance turned him on more than he'd admit but he remained calm, presenting no threats. After several moments and Itachi's eyes bled back to black he felt it was safe to speak.
"Sorry 'bout that. I shouldn't have touched you." He said sheepishly, pushing himself up once Itachi rolled away. He turned his masked face away, trying to think of something disgusting to tone down his arousal. He had to admit that Itachi was hot as hell though, especially looking all dangerous. "Sasuke and Naruto are on their way here. Figured you'd wanna be awake when they got here."
"I can't sense them." Itachi said, voice cold but Akuma saw the question in his black eyes as they flickered over him, before Itachi began to sort through the pile of things he'd left on the floor last night. "What time is it?"
"My senses are very acute, my clan traits give me almost twice the range of ah normal shinobi." Akuma informed him, moving around the kneeling Uchiha to pace to the window. Restless energy was making him edgy, especially since he'd been sitting all night. "It's almost five in the morning. To fuckin' early." He added in a grumble. He noticed the almost invisible curl of Itachi's lips and felt some of his annoyance fade.
"Hmm, a very useful ability." The older man pulled a scroll from the pile, spreading the paper across the floor beside the still sleeping Jigoku. He quickly pulled another set of cloths from the scroll and set them aside.
"Yeah, it would be if drunken Tsunade didn't use it to avoid Shizune. She says its perfect radar fer escapin' paperwork." Akuma scoffed with a short laugh. He shook his head at the thought of his procrastinating Hokage. At the slightly skeptical look on Itachi's face he laughed again. "And I ain't even kiddin'."
Itachi huffed a nonexistent laugh with a shake of his head. "How long until they arrive?" He asked instead of commenting about Tsunade's misuse of her Anbu.
"Maa, I'd say about thirty-forty minutes. It feels like their stoppin' fer ramen first and it always takes days fer anybody ta drag Naruto away from Ichiraku's." Akuma said after a moment of silence. Amusement colored his voice but he still paced the room like a caged animal, Itachi's eyes following him intently.
"I'm going to take a quick shower before they arrive." Itachi said calmly before turning on his heel and entering the master bath.
Akuma nearly choked on air as a mental picture of Itachi in the shower flashed through his mind. He growled in frustration, unable to quite push the erotic thought from his mind. But he had to admit, Itachi was fuckin' hot, hotter that any guy Akuma had ever encountered. The older Uchiha seemed to always radiate such in control dominant vibes that Akuma couldn't help but be interested. He only liked one kinda fucking and he just knew that Itachi would be the perfect sexual partner. But this was a mission and one did NOT fuck the mission, whether the mission happened to be an unbelievably hot piece of ass or not.
With another frustrated growl Akuma continued to pace, wondering if maybe he could anger Naruto or Sasuke into an impromptu spar to release some frustration. And boy did he need to release some tension, if not sexual than at least physical.
Itachi dressed quickly, thoughts whirring. His thoughts centered on the Anbu waiting in the bedroom. More specifically the heat that seemed to radiate from Akuma like a thick steam. When he'd pinned the muscled man beneath him, he'd felt every inch of those muscles against him and felt an almost uncontrollable urge to dominate the man. To make him every inch Itachi's and to make him beg. The unfamiliar desire had been so hot and strong that it had taken him several moments to even deactivate his Sharingan.
The fact that Akuma's chakra had radiated the Anbu's own lust had almost snapped the Uchiha's iron control. He'd felt the other respond to his dominance and it had thrilled the monster Itachi always kept under control under his skin. But no, he couldn't just fuck Akuma right there on the floor. No, Itachi didn't work that way. When he finally claimed Akuma, he would be seeing the Anbu's real face, he would be seeing his real eyes, not a mask and dark holes. He would be able to see the other face as he fucked him into the floor.
He had stopped denying the fact that yes he would indeed be claiming Akuma, it was pointless. Itachi knew himself, he never made it a habit of lying to himself and he knew that at some point he would loose control where Akuma was concerned. So he could either push himself to the breaking point in denial or he could pace himself and claim the Anbu when he wanted to. The latter sounded much better in Itachi's opinion.
When he exited the bathroom Akuma was pacing the room fiercely, looking for all the world like a caged wolf. The sight sent lust spiraling down Itachi's spine but he controlled himself firmly and showed absolutely nothing. It wouldn't do to give up his game too soon. After all he intended to find out exactly who Akuma was before he ever laid a hand on him.
"Training court?" Itachi asked but didn't wait for Akuma's answer before going to the balcony to jump over the railing to the court below. He didn't hear either Akuma's or Jigoku's landing.
Finding a smooth cobbled area at the edge of the back porch he sank down into a meditation position. As he mechanically slowed his breathing with long practice he watched Akuma pace the cobbled training area, measuring the size. After Akuma was down circling the court he returned to the center and began a slow series of katas. Itachi watched the smooth motions for several minutes, trying to clear his thoughts unsuccessfully. Jigoku huffed heavily before flopping down beside Itachi, watching his master just as closely as Itachi was.
After almost ten minutes Itachi abandoned his unsuccessful meditation in favor of watching Akuma almost dance through his katas. Gradually the brunette had begun to pick up speed until his movements were a blur. Itachi used the Sharingan to study each of Akuma's movements, finding them to be both animalistic in nature but somehow flowing as well. It was a style he hadn't ever seen before, a bonus aside from watching the muscled man move.
Akuma was a contradiction to Itachi, an intriguing one. The man seemed to radiate menace and dominance, yet he had become incredibly aroused by Itachi's show of dominance. It was in interesting puzzle to be sure. One that Itachi would no doubt have pleasure in solving.
Akuma stopped so suddenly that Itachi blinked, pulled from his thoughts of the sexy brunette. That's when he noticed that his brother was within his chakra range now, probably just within the compound gates. Itachi would have to return to his thoughts of the muscled Anbu at another time.
"Tch, those punks are so obvious." Akuma scoffed scornfully. Itachi had to admit that he had a point. Both Sasuke and Naruto's energy was very obvious whereas Itachi could barely feel Akuma's velvety chakra from fifty feet away. He would have to mention the fact to his brother at a later date.
"Hnn." He grunted in acknowledgement, closing his eyes in relaxation. Although still alert, he hadn't had a chance to relax even this much in years and it felt nice. He had Akuma to watch his back if someone tried to stab him.
"Those stupid bastards better be a good fuckin' spar cuz its too early fer this shit." Akuma growled, arms crossing over his muscled chest.
Itachi allowed a small smile to curl his lips at the other mans excessive cursing. "You have never sparred with either of them?" He asked lightly, eyes still closed contently.
"Nah, I was on ah different team. Besides, both of em were always so busy bein' angsty bastards it wasn't worth talkin' to em." Jigoku rumbled in what seemed like laughter, laying his massive head in Itachi's lap lazily.
"Angsty bastards?" Itachi echoed almost deadpan, idly beginning in scratch behind the nin dogs left ear. The dog moaned in approval, eyes closing.
"Maa, both ah those asses were so wrapped up in beatin' eachother they never had time fer sparrin' with anybody else." Akuma continued not even seeming to hear Itachi. "Always just assumed they was the strongest just cuz they never sparred with anybody else."
Itachi nearly smiled again at Akuma's outrage. The brunette was only confirmed Itachi's earlier thoughts that Akuma was indeed Naruto and Sasuke's age, from the same graduating class. Which meant that Itachi only had nine individuals to observe before knowing exactly who Akuma was outside of his Anbu life. And when Itachi finally did know who Akuma really was there was nothing that was going to stop him from claiming the Anbu. Nothing.
"Here they come." Akuma rumbled eagerly, seeming to fidget with energy. Itachi knew that Akuma, being as animalistic as he seemingly was, probably needed to burn away his earlier arousal and Sasuke and Naruto were giving him the ideal opportunity even if they didn't know it. Itachi almost felt sorry for them. Almost.
"Itachi! There you are!" Naruto exclaimed, skidding around the corner of the house, an irritated looking Sasuke close behind. Naruto bounced towards them energetically, stopping several feet from Itachi and Jigoku. The dog showed no signed of moving.
"Naruto-kun, Sasuke-kun." Itachi greeted passively, eyeing the blonde expressionlessly.
"We came to bring you some food since you can't go out of the compound yet." Naruto proclaimed, holding up a bag of take away ramen before placing it beside Itachi on the porch. "WE even brought you ramen." He said this as though it was a great accomplishment, grinning widely.
"We'll go and get you some groceries later." Sasuke said calmly after rolling his eyes at his hyper boyfriend.
"Akuma tells me you both live together." Itachi lifted a brow slightly, knowing it would make them both squirm. He took hidden pleasure in making his little brother as uncomfortable as possible.
"Umm, y-yeah." Sasuke muttered, cheeks red as Naruto spluttered beside him. "It was easier sharing a place." He finished lamely.
Apparently neither Naruto or Sasuke took to well to Akuma's loud laughter. They both turned to face the laughing shinobi, glares settling on their faces. Itachi only watched with well concealed amusement. Both of their faces turned steadily redder as Akuma continued to laugh at their expense. It didn't help that Akuma continued to laugh for several minutes.
After Akuma had finally stopped laughing he let out a long amused sigh. "We all know that's total bullshit." He said frankly, making Sasuke twitch angrily. "You an' Naruto are as gay as two dudes can get." He stated it so matter of factly that Itachi had to restrain his own laughter.
"You shut up, creep, before I beat your face in!" Naruto shouted, a vein throbbing along his forehead as he glared at the amused Anbu. This seemed to amuse Akuma further.
"I'd like ta see yer weak little ass try." He said slowly and tauntingly as though talking to a moron. His wide legged stance didn't change and his thick arms remained crossed over his muscled chest nonchalantly. Itachi thought he'd never seen anything sexier.
"That's it!" Naruto growled furiously, fists clenched and teeth gritted as he glared. "Right here, right now, asshole!" He pointed to the ground and stomped one foot in a childishly furious manner, making Akuma chuckle lightly.
"Fine then." Akuma said calmly, moving to the porch and beginning to remove his Anbu gear, starting with his katana. "I been needin' ah spar all morning." This made Sasuke narrow his eyes suspiciously but only made Naruto clench his jaw tighter. "No weapons and no chakra. Pure Taijutsu, I can't afford ta be wastin' too much energy on you."
"Fine, whatever!" Naruto snarled, well past enraged at this point as he moved to the center of the training court. Sasuke following him placing a restraining hand on the blonde's arm. "Lets just get this done!"
"Calm down, Naruto, he's deliberately provoking you." Sasuke murmured, trying to calm the blonde down.
Itachi watched as Akuma continued to strip his weapons, a growing pile on the porch. There were more than Itachi had though he had, which made him frown. Some had been very cleverly hidden, so cleverly that Itachi didn't even think if he'd have patted Akuma down he would have felt them. Then Itachi's eyes widened in surprised lust as Akuma unexpectedly stripped both his Anbu armor and his under shirt off, leaving his muscular chest completely bare.
The first thing Itachi noticed was two vibrant red jagged clan fang tattoo's from his collar bone all the way down to his hip bones. They were very bright and eye catching. Itachi found himself liking the marks very much, they were unusual and exotic to the eyes.
The second thing Itachi noticed was the scars littering Akuma's defined chest. He could feel both Naruto and Sasuke stare in sick horror and fought to keep his own expression completely bland. At least twenty perfectly shaped bite marks littered Akuma's chest, the marks both horrifying and brutal. The marks looked deliberately healed into perfect teeth patterns, yet leaving the skin still smooth. One on the meat of his broad shoulder looked as though a chunk of flesh had been torn away. The two scars running up his arms continued past his shirt line to his joint, then angled down at a perfect angle to each of his dark nipples, bisecting his clan fangs with two thin lines. They picked up again beneath his nipples and ran down both sides of his stomach and disappeared down his pants. These scars had been healed partially as well to leave the skin smooth but the scar remained. Every mark Itachi could see told him clearly that this man had been caught and tortured for several weeks before he'd managed to escape. It said a lot much for Akuma's desire to become better at Taijutsu.
"Tch, stop fuckin' starin', Blondie." Akuma snarled venomously when he turned to stalk to the center of the court in front of Naruto. His tall muscled frame fairly bled tension.
Sasuke's eyes narrowed at the brunette before he turned to give the pale Naruto a reassuring look. If Itachi had not believed that the two of them were lovers before he certainly did now. Naruto seemed to puff back up to his normally over confident self and settled his glare back on Akuma. Itachi merely smirked as Sasuke moved back to the edge of the court beside him.
"I'm gonna totally kick your ass, you creep!" Naruto shouted pointing a finger cockily. A wide grin was spreading across his face as he settled into a crouch.
"Yer a fuckin' moron." Akuma replied, knees bending into a crouch as well, body turned slightly to the side. His left hand hung limply between his legs and his right came up his to hip, palm flattened and stiff. It was a form Itachi had never seen before and it was clear by Sasuke's expression that he hadn't ever seen it either. "You should think 'for you jump inta shit. I'm not one of the Hokage's elite Anbu fer nothing."
Sasuke frowned at this, clearly not having realized exactly how important this particular Anbu was to Tsunade. Itachi found himself sort of disappointed by his little brother's lack of observation. A glint of metal as Akuma shifted brought Itachi's attention back to the brunette and his eyes ran over the Anbu in search of the source. Both of Akuma's nipples were pierced, a small metal ring decorating both. A shaft of surprised lust went straight to Itachi's groin. He could just imagine what he could do with those piercings.
"I don't care who you are!" Naruto growled his grin sharpening. "Let's do this!" With that he charged Akuma recklessly.
Itachi and Sasuke both blinked in surprise as Akuma seemed to disappear and reappear in front of Naruto, kneeing the blonde directly in the stomach and sending Naruto stumbling back with a groan. Both Sharingan users activated their eyes in unison, tracking the Anbu's quick movements. Before Naruto had even straightened Akuma was on him again, slapping the blonde across the face with an open palm and flinging Naruto to the ground. The strength needed for such a move was impressive. Akuma backed off the fallen blond, pacing back to his original position and settling back into his form.
"That all you have you me?" Akuma asked mockingly, watching as Naruto stumbled to his feet, shaking his ringing head.
"Hn." Sasuke grunted, a frown marring his brow as he settled into a crouch beside his brother. "Naruto's not good at Taijutsu."
"Neither is Akuma." Itachi replied, turning to eye his brother as Naruto charged at the Anbu again. His brother seemed genuinely worried about the blonde which puzzled Itachi. "Akuma will not injure Naruto fatally." He said dryly after a moment.
Sasuke kept his eyes on the fight as Naruto was knocked back a second time by a round house kick to the chin. "I've never seen Kiba use this fighting style before." He muttered somewhat absently.
"Kiba?" He echoed absently, eyes back on the fight. Naruto landed a harsh hit to Akuma's shoulder but Akuma seemed not to even feel it as he clipped Naruto in the chest. It was only after Naruto was out of range that he rolled his shoulder lightly.
"He's the Inuzuka clan heir. Part of Team 8." Sasuke replied, not noticing Itachi's renewed interest.
Itachi couldn't quite believe that finding out Akuma's real identity had been so very easy. This Kiba was part of the Rookie Nine as well as an Inuzuka. It was highly unlike that Akuma was anyone else but Kiba. Of course Itachi wanted to at least 'meet' Kiba before he made any assumptions but he was almost positive Akuma must be this Kiba Inuzuka. This meant he really was the clan heir, which might prove problematic if Itachi wanted to take their relationship farther. He would have to think on the problem.
"What rank is Kiba?" Itachi asked curiously, wondering how much Sasuke knew about Kiba. He absently noted that Naruto was losing horribly and he was sure the blonde's nose was broken.
"Nobody in the Rookie Nine is above a Chuunin except Hyuuga Neji and Nara Shikamaru. Kiba just barely passed the Chuunin exam." Lip curled in slight disdain, Sasuke shook his head at the thought of the brash Inuzuka.
"Hn." He found it interesting that Sasuke seemed to think scornfully of Kiba yet Itachi was sure Akuma was indeed Kiba. And the farthest thing Akuma was, was weak like Sasuke made this Kiba Inuzuka sound.
"I don't understand why Kiba doesn't use this fighting technique. It's amazingly effective." His little brother muttered crossing his arms and watching Naruto get hit with a blow to the chin again.
Itachi only grunted in reply, back to watching Akuma's fluidly brutal attack on Naruto, scratching the still sleeping Jigoku behind his ears. The brunette's attacks were always well placed, with a great deal of force behind each blow. Each blow sent the blonde staggering under the power, and Itachi found himself impressed by Akuma's sheer strength even without chakra behind the attacks. With chakra Akuma would be a truly deadly opponent. Itachi thought that Akuma might even be a challenge to himself. The thought was interesting and he decided that sometime in the future he would spar full out with the brunette.
Akuma found himself disappointed as he sent Naruto to the ground again with a blow to the hip. He'd expected Naruto to at least be a semi challenge but the blonde was truly horrible at Taijutsu, not nearly disciplined enough to give Akuma a challenge. If Ninjutsu was involved he knew the blonde would be a hard opponent but in Taijutsu he was a pathetically weak opponent. But at least Akuma had been able to let off some steam, even if he had been toying with Naruto.
"Tch, I'm done." Akuma scoffed, straitening from his stance and scanning the court. Both Itachi and Sasuke seemed to be interested in his fighting style and he grinned wolfishly under his mask. He hadn't even gone full out this time. His Taijutsu was based on brute force and he hadn't even used all of his strength in half the attacks. "Yer not even close ta my Taijutsu level." He said insultingly to the panting blonde before turning his back and heading back to the porch.
"I could totally kick your ass in Ninjutsu!" Naruto exclaimed, trailing after the Anbu, impressed despite his initial dislike of the guy.
"Maybe." Akuma conceded with a flippant hand wave of his hand. He knew Naruto would be a much harder opponent in Ninjutsu. Not that that would stop him from trying to kick the blonde's ass.
"Very impressive, Akuma." Itachi said passively, eyes flickering over his chest, pausing at his nipple rings. Akuma grinned sharply, all his arousal coming straight back. So the emotionless liked his piercings, did he? Akuma wondered what he'd say if he saw Akuma's hidden piercings. Akuma barely stopped himself from shuddering at the thought.
Instead he settled for allowing his chakra to rub against the Uchiha's, knowing the older man would feel his lust. The Uchiha's chakra felt cool and slightly menacing against his own, which only aroused him further. The man seemed to have no flaws as far as Akuma could see. Itachi eyes flickered to his mask, clearly feeling the chakra brush, but his face remained passive, which seemed to only make Akuma want to ruffle the Uchiha's feathers. But he reined himself in, reminding himself that one did not fuck the mission.
"It wasn't ah real match." He said after clearing his throat. His voice still came out husky and just a tad gravelly. Itachi raised a brow in response, his scent telling Akuma that he was just as interested in Akuma as Akuma was in him. His spicy musk made Akuma want to pant but again he reminded himself the Uchiha was a mission. "I was only goin' at half speed."
"What?" Naruto screeched, breaking Akuma's eyes away from the sexy Itachi. Naruto didn't seem to have noticed the tension between Akuma and Itachi but Sasuke certainly had, if his narrowed eyes were anything to go by. Akuma inwardly sighed. "That was only half speed?"
"Maa, you don't know anything, do you?" Akuma said exasperated. He shook his head at the oblivious blonde. "An' I thought you were one ah Kiba-sama's friends. The Inuzuka clan are part animal, of course we're faster than most shinobi."
"Kiba-sama?" Naruto echoed dumbly, frowning.
This time it was Sasuke that sighed in exasperation. "Kiba is the heir to his clan, dobe."
"What?" Naruto's jaw dropped in surprise. "Kiba is the clan heir? I thought his older sister Hana was."
"If he doesn't get married before he's twenty then she will be the heir." Akuma said mildly, amused by the blonde's expression. "Since she's already married with ah kid the clan elders will transfer the title of heir to her."
"That's messed up!" The blonde exclaimed with a frown. His arms crossed angrily.
"I don't think Kiba-sama cares either way." Akuma muttered, absently rubbing a calloused hand over the scar bisecting his right clan fang. He could feel the scar beginning to ache, the sensation annoying him. He was no longer bothered by the scars but they did ache at inconvenient times, just as the person who'd given them to him had intended. "He prefers to leave most ah the clan shit up to Tsume-sama."
"Tch, whatever." Sasuke shook his head and changed the subject. "Why doesn't Kiba ever use that Taijutsu form?"
"Maa, neither of you have any idea, do ya?" Shaking his head Akuma settled himself beside Itachi, facing Naruto and Sasuke, and more importantly the court and the wall surrounding it. Even if his senses were incredibly hard to fool there was no use in being over confident, that had never gotten him in anything but trouble. "Have ya ever seen Kiba-sama fight without Akamaru?" He asked instead of answering. He shoved Jigoku over slightly to give himself more room, making the pitch black monstrosity moan in protest.
"No, now that I think about it." Naruto said after a pause. A frown was creasing his brows now, and he seemed to be completely serious, a rare moment for Naruto.
"Which is why you've never seen him use the clan Taijutsu, Sink Fang. It's only ta be used when ya don't have yer nin dog with ya." Akuma informed them. "Which you should know is pretty rare."
"Yeah, I don't think I've ever seen Kiba without Akamaru." His frown still in place, Naruto rocked back on his heels. "But Kiba isn't as good as you in the form, right?" It was more of a question than a statement.
Akuma smothered his laughter and shook his head at the two Chuunin. "Kiba-sama is just as good at Sink Fang as I am. We had the same teacher." He couldn't quite hide his amusement. As the smell of ramen hit him, he turned to watch Itachi dig into the bowl Naruto had brought him. A moment later Itachi handed Akuma a covered dish but the Anbu didn't open it despite Sasuke and Naruto's expectant expressions. Even though his mouth was watering he wasn't going to expose his face, not to these two losers.
"What?" Sasuke scowled as Akuma's words finally registered. "But if Kiba is just as good as you why is he still a Chuunin?" A tone of disbelief colored his voice. "He barely passed the Chuunin exams."
Akuma did laugh this time, amused despite himself at their utter cluelessness. "Tch, you guys really are stupid." He muttered with a shake of his head. "Kiba-sama has been a Jounin for nearly three years now."
"What?" Both Sasuke and Naruto exclaimed in surprise, faces shocked. "How could we not know that?" Sasuke asked incredulously.
"I can't believe Dog-breath became a Jounin before me." Naruto moaned miserably, his shoulders sinking and looking very much like he would cry.
"Maybe cuz ya didn't ask him." Akuma said mockingly, thoroughly amused. "Weren't you two morons outta the village three years ago?"
"I was with Jiraiya." Naruto confirmed still frowning in misery. No one needed to ask Sasuke where he had been three years ago. The dark expression on his face said enough.
"Kiba would have had to progress at an exceptional rate to become Jounin so quickly." Sasuke scowled, clearly angry at being so surprised by what he'd thought had been a loser.
Akuma huffed out a sigh, leaning back against the porch support beam and stretching his legs out. His eyes flickered over the silent Itachi, who had been listening intently while he ate his half of the breakfast. It was just too much fun to mock these morons, they were so easy it was ridiculous.
"I could understand Neji and Shikamaru." Naruto was muttering to himself, eyes scrunched closed. "Their both like prodigies but Kiba used to suck, even worse than I did, how could he beat me?" The question wasn't addressed to anyone in particular.
When Akuma laughed three pairs of eyes turned to him in question. He shook his head again before he answered the blonde's question. "Kiba-sama is considered a prodigy of the Inuzuka clan." Akuma informed them airily. He folded both calloused hands over his still bare chest, looking completely relaxed. "His senses are twice as strong as any other member of our clan and his pack bond is even stronger. He could beat most members of the clan right now as he is without any more training." His voice sounded smug.
It was silent for a long moment before Naruto straightened, a determined gleam coming to his eyes. Sasuke only had time to sigh dismally before Naruto began dragging him away muttering about finding Kiba and challenging him to a fight. Akuma laughed gleefully as the pair disappeared around the house, Sasuke's curses fading away quickly.
"I didn't get the chance to ask them when I can leave the compound." Itachi said dryly, eyes closed as he set aside his bowl and began to stroke Jigoku's fur again. The dog had yet to move his head from Itachi's lap, even during the fight between Akuma and Naruto. "If you'd like to eat now I will keep my eyes closed."
"Thanks, I'm fuckin' starvin'." Akuma said gratefully, glancing at Itachi once before placing his mask to the side, shielding his face from view even were Itachi to open his eyes. The noodles were a little soggy but still good and he began to wolf them down quickly, too hungry to pay much heed to manners.
"I did not see very many flaws with your Taijutsu." Itachi commented, making Jigoku moan deeply as he dug his slender fingers into the dog's neck muscles. Akuma watched those fingers intently as he ate, wondering what those fingers could do to him if Itachi were to 'pet' him. He suddenly felt very hot.
"Maa, my right shoulder needs ta be worked." Akuma said absently, still watching those fingers. He knew he was telling Itachi one of his weaknesses but he found he couldn't have cared less. His instincts had told him he could trust the Uchiha no matter what he'd done in the past and Akuma always trusted his instincts. "The scar tissue is pretty deep along the joint, even if it looks healed on the outside. So that arm is a little slower on the uptake, which is the only reason Naruto landed a blow on it."
"Hn." Itachi grunted softly in response, the sound cold and unfeeling. He wasn't sure what it was but Akuma's instincts were screaming that despite Itachi's cold exterior he'd be a fucking sex machine, a feeling that was definitely not helping with his arousal problems. He was grateful for the loose Anbu uniform or Itachi would see Akuma's little problem at first glance. His fucking animal hormones were fucking him the hell up. "You would like me to help you exercise this shoulder?" Itachi's cold voice brought him from his daze effectively.
"Yeah, if ya don't mind." Akuma mumbled around a mouthful of noodles. "Naruto isn't ah very good work out, 'specially if I want ta get better. Sasuke'd probably be ah better match but I ain't to keen on tellin' him about my shoulder. Jackass'd probably completely ruin my shoulder. More than it already is anyway." He had no doubt that Sasuke would ruin his shoulder just for misplaced spite. And there was no way he was gonna let that little fucker disable him further.
"We can start tomorrow." His fingers were still kneading at Jigoku's neck, keeping the brunette completely captivated. "I'd like to relax a little more before resuming any training."
"No problem." He sighed in contentment as he finished his portion, still a little hungry but better than before. "Here. Jigoku." He waved the bowl at the dog before setting it on the porch. He'd left half the ramen for the dog, knowing his partner would be hungrier than he was. Akuma positioned his mask back over his face correctly before addressing Itachi again. "Mask's back on."
"Hn." Itachi's eyes opened as the dog heaved himself to his feet and moved over to the left over ramen. The older shinobi sat back and stretched his legs out, relaxing a little further onto the edge of the porch. "As soon as we can I'd like to go shopping as well."
"That'd probably be ah good idea. No doubt Naruto will convince Sasuke ta get all instant ramen." Akuma scoffed scornfully. As much as he liked Ichiraku's ramen he couldn't stand eating the stuff more than once or twice every few weeks. The fatty smell irritated his nose. "My mission scroll should be here soon and it should tell us when you can leave the compound."
"Will you be able to openly follow me?" Itachi asked although by his eyes Akuma assumed he already knew the answer and just wanted confirmation
"Nah, I gotta stay hidden. Not only would my clan throw ah fuckin' fit if they knew I was assigned this mission but they don't know my Anbu identity, makes it easier that way. If they knew that I was one ah Tsunade's Elite than they'd try ta pull my shinobi rank out from under me." His tone was more resentful than he'd meant it, making Itachi turn his black eyes to him intently. He cleared his throat uncomfortably and continued. "My and Jigoku's henge should cover us but we gotta stay outta my families sight and more importantly their noses for it ta work."
"Henge?" Itachi asked but for the life of him Akuma couldn't hear any surprise in the Uchiha's voice. He could only assume that Itachi had already known about the henge and only wanted specifics.
"Yeah, mine only covers my scent but ta keep people from recognizing Jigoku he has a scent and an appearance henge." Akuma told him, deciding that he might as well if Itachi already knew. And Itachi did know but Akuma didn't know exactly how he'd guessed.
"Hmm." The low hum played over Akuma's nerves, making him feel as tight as a bow string. The sound was so sexy he almost shuddered. He imagined it would be a sound like that that Itachi would make when he had sex. The thought intrigued him but he tried to beat it back, thinking mission related thoughts, an attempt that failed abysmally.
"I'll run ta my house while ya sleep tonight ta grab all the stuff I'll need." He rambled, trying to center his thoughts away from Itachi. From the sly glance Itachi sent him, Akuma had to assume that he wasn't hiding his sexual frustration as well as he thought. But dammit he was already painfully hard and it fuckin' hurt. "There'll be another Anbu here ta watch ya at nights but started tomorrow night I'll be sleepin' on the floor of your bedroom."
Itachi watched Akuma continue to ramble on in amusement, knowing exactly why the Anbu was so uncomfortable. It was amusing that he could get the man so worked up over little things. He'd been very much aware of Akuma's eyes watching his fingers; even with his eyes closed he'd developed a feeling about being watched. It didn't take much of an imagination to guess what exactly the muscled brunette had been thinking. He'd also been very aware of Akuma's reaction to Itachi's low hum. The strength of the reaction surprised and pleased the Uchiha immensely. The fact that the brunette was so responsive to even little things said very, very interesting things for their future as lovers.
He almost hadn't believed his luck when Sasuke had initiated the conversation about the very Kiba Inuzuka that Itachi had wanted to know about. He hadn't even had to say a word, only sit back and listen. And listen he had. If he hadn't been sure Akuma really was Kiba before the conversation he was absolutely positive now. There was no way that Akuma could be anyone else. It had been shockingly easy to receive the confirmation he needed. Now he only had to 'meet' the real Kiba in person before he made a move to claim Akuma.
The more he'd listened to the conversation, the more interested Itachi had become in Akuma. The fact that the brunette was a prodigy as well had surprised him but not shocked him. However his brother's reaction to Kiba's shinobi status had been puzzling. It was clear that although Kiba knew much about Sasuke and Naruto that the pair knew little about Kiba. That distance between shinobi that clearly saw each other often spoke of resistance on Kiba's part. Kiba obviously hadn't wanted Sasuke or Naruto to know much about him.
Itachi smoothed his hands up his thighs to his knees, letting them rest there. He could feel Akuma's eyes follow even though he couldn't see them behind the mask. The fact that Akuma was so obviously interested made Itachi very pleased. It wouldn't be hard to tease the brunette to the point that he would let Itachi do anything he wanted to him as long as Itachi touched him. And it also pleased him that Akuma seemed to enjoy dominance from a lover. Itachi had no doubt that their love life would be very, very satisfying.
He broke from his thoughts as Akuma paused mid sentence, lifting his head alertly. Then before Itachi could ask what he sensed Akuma pushed himself up and moved to his pile of Anbu gear and began to put everything back into place. Itachi caught a glance of those intriguing nipple rings before Akuma pulled down his undershirt over his defined chest.
"The mission scroll is here." Akuma said after pulling his shirt over his head. "Tsunade sent ah Genin ta deliver it. Don't wanna scare the little doll." A light tinge of bitterness colored his tone and Itachi realized that the scars must still bother Akuma.
That thought led to another. Akuma had to have been no older than thirteen when he'd gotten the scars covering his chest and back. The thought of such a young shinobi being tortured in such a brutal manner almost made Itachi cringe. It also explained why Kiba's skill had increased so drastically over such a short amount of time. Kiba had been determined that he wasn't going to be tortured again. Itachi sighed, deciding this relationship would definitely take a little more caution that he'd originally thought.
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