"well? Are you going to help me in?" Pein's amusement played into his words. Itachi didn't have to look at his face to know he was smirking.

From Itachi's position, he could see toned muscles and prominent hip bones, along with another certain part of his leader.

Slowly, his eyes came to meet Pein's, and it was clear he knew all too well where his subordinate had been looking.

Itachi gulped, pushing his leader's persistent hands away and standing up. "As long as you keep your hands off me.." He made an annoyed sound and mumbled,"…old man."

Too bad Pain heard him, and was quick to push the Uchiha back, hoping he would fall right into the tub of warm water. Fortunately for Itachi, he caught himself on the rim of the slick porcelain tub, his brows furrowed in frustration. Pein's hands came to rest on either side of his. He could feel the other man's body heat radiating off his skin as he leaned over his surprised servant.

"What was that..you called me…?" He was bearing a wide grin, eyes taking in Itachi's forlorn state just beneath him. He rested his lips by itachi's ear, his breath falling over his exposed neck, sending his bangs to tickle the skin there. "You think I'm old?"

Itachi's lips moved but no words came out. Pein's chest was now on his own, Itachi's grip slipping on the curve of the tub. Pein's lips moved dangerously close to his own. His breath hitched and body stilled.

"Well, Itachi?" Pein looked from his lips to his eyes, and in that moment, Itachi knew he lost.

He fell back into the tub with a large splash, his eyes clenched tight in reflex.

Through the sloshing of the water he could hear Pein chuckle. "You're supposed to remove your clothes before you get in."

Itachi wiped the water from his eyes to glare at his leader, sharringan activated.

Pein folded his arms.

"Come on Itachi. You really think you can beat my doujutsu?" Pein scoffed looking him directly in the eyes. Each of the black rings seemed to stare at Itachi ,daring him.

"Tch.."Itachi managed to get out of the tub, his black shirt and matching pants clinging to his toned form with the weight of the water.

He could feel those strange eyes raking his body.

"What are you staring at?" Itachi snapped, stopping the water and walking out of the small bathroom.

Pein watched Itachi walk away eyeing his tight ass as he went. " I didn't want a bath anyway."

Itachi became flustered at that comment, muttering something under his breath as he looked down to inspect his wet shirt.

Upon reentering his room, Pein found Itachi sitting on his bed removing his soaked shirt and throwing it aside leaving his pale toned chest bare for Pein's all too eager gaze.

Itachi wasn't ignorant. He knew Pein had been hitting on him- it was painfully obvious. That's why Itachi wasn't surprised when he felt the bed dip beside him and a muscular arm wrap around his body, keeping him immobile.

He didn't, however, plan on being smashed right into his leader's chest, happening to take a breath right as his face met defined pecs, his musky scent filling the Uchiha's nostrils.

"Leader sama?" Itachi pushed against the built man.

"Hmm?" Pein didn't seem to notice, or care which pissed Itachi off to no end.

"Let me go."

"Why? You look so cold- let me warm you up." Pein tilted Itachi's face up, still holding him tight, getting a surprised look from Itachi that turned into one of rage.

"I said- let. Me. GO!" Itachi pressed his hands against Pein's abs, and seeing he wasn't cooperating, he resorted to using his nails, digging them deep into taunt flesh.

Pein immediately withdrew his arms, and whole body, emitting a howl as he clenched his gut.

Itachi scooted away and watched his leader grimace in pain, blood on his hand. Itachi looked at his own hands seeing tiny blood droplets under his nails along with healing skin.

Fuck…

Itachi realized his mistake. He had reopened one of Pein's more serious wounds.

"Leader sama-! I…" Itachi growled to himself and came closer moving Pein's hands who didn't resist.

"Let me see that."Even if he was in pain he was curious to see what the Uchiha was going to do. He could just imagine the raven clawing out the closest organ under the wound and laughing like a maniac.

He groaned, feeling Itachi probe at the wound. Itachi grabbed the nearby first aid and medicated rubs and cleaned up the wound and redressed it. All the while Pein watched with interest, loving the feel of Itachi's hands moving over his flesh. The pain combined with Itachi's light touches was driving him crazy.

"There…" Itachi sat packing up the items, feeling slightly guilty for hurting Pein.

Pein grinned watching Itachi's nimble fingers fasten the lid on the kit. "You're pretty good with your hands."

Itachi was about to thank him, when he caught the double entendre, glaring at Pein visibly not amused.

Pein chuckled and winced rubbing around his wound. "I'm serious. You should be a masseuse, and you could practice on me." He winked, making Itachi turn red.

"Do I look like a masseuse to you?" Itachi reclaimed his dignity, folding his arms.

Pein's eyes traveled down and back up Itachi's body. "You look more like a god, but I'd let you give me a good rub down any day." Pein grinned.

Itachi was about to make a smart comeback, when Pein moved behind him, strong hands working his shoulders, fingers digging into stress-filled muscles.

Itachi melted like hot butter, Pein's hands working their magic over him. He tried to bite his lip, but a satisfied groan poured forth from his lips.

Pein licked his own lips, trying his best to not pounce on the Uchiha right then and there.

Pein noticed every time he rubbed his thumbs deep into Itachi's shoulder blade, it caused a small moan to escape the lovely raven.

He scooted closer, his bare stomach pressed against Itachi's bare back. He had to stifle his own voice when he felt Itachi unknowingly rub back against his arousal.

"Leader sama..?" Itachi spoke breathlessly, feeling something hard poke into his lower back.

Itachi squirmed but Pein's arms held him still.

This wasn't good.