Fuck it, I'm turning this in to my beta reader. I feel like an ass for not being able to write on this chapter any longer, but shit has been going down, I just got an apartment, no longer going to school, don't know what I'm doing with my life, and I'm working full time under a woman that is on such a power trip that even our best staff pharmacists are leaving. I'm not going to starve you guys any longer than I have to, though.
So yeah, last chapter Konoha meets up against Itachi, Deidara, Sasori and Tobi. This chapter is literally just what happens after that, in the perspective of the Uchiha, mostly. Sorry it's so short, guys.
Chapter Seventeen: I Caved
Itachi
My party glances about in a bewildered fashion as we are dropped unceremoniously to the livingroom floor of mine and Madara's apartment. Even I slump to the ground, still-monstrous face in my hands. I couldn't even feel surprised at such a turn of events anymore. I should have most definitely been prepared for this.
Subconsciously, I believe I was.
I rub at my glowing red eyes with the heels of my palms and look around to see everyone but Sasuke rooted in their spots, sitting on the ground in various locations.
Deidara was in his own world for some reason that I couldn't find the energy to guess at, Sasori was staring uncomfortably at Madara, and Madara himself was currently shielding a small girl…
Sasuke was sitting at the kitchen table drinking what smelled to be old tea.
I stand, "Hello Miko-chan. Have you been good for Kurosawa-san?" I ask softly. She frowns, not looking at me in favor of Sasori and Deidara, but nods sheepishly anyways.
I rub at my neck discreetly, What did she see of our arrival?
Madara reluctantly does the same, She was facing away when you appeared. By the looks on your faces, it probably doesn't matter anymore. I shrug. He was mostly right. I am almost positive that Kakashi saw me, and it's only a matter of time before one of the students I teach identifies me as Karasu.
Minako slowly creeps from behind Madara to reach for my hand, a lock of Madara's hair still trapped in her other one. It was then that I noticed the various braids weaved about the messy black mass.
I smirk, "Why, Kurosawa, you're beautiful." Miko smiles, proud of her work. Madara tries his best not to harm me in her presence.
You will pay later, boy. I feel a burning on my neck, but my smirk only grows.
"Sasuke." Madara gripes, "Make food."
Sasuke glares at Madara, who glares back. They both glare at me, as if demanding that I check the other.
I sigh, walking to the kitchen in an attempt to find something to eat. It would be bad manners not to feed my company, especially after they have chosen to take my side against Akatsuki. As I put together a plain vegetable soup, my love escorts our youngest guest to her next door home, having sensed the approach of her caregivers. He returns, sticking as closely to me as he had been before I left earlier this evening.
We were shortly sat around the dining table, Madara taking it upon himself to finish making our meal. Sasori and I trying to summon the will to discuss a much needed battle plan, but neither of us seem to be ready to face the reality of our situation.
By the time Sasori finally finds something to say, Madara has yet again approached, and I hurriedly hush the puppet master, sending a pointed glance to my own master. Sasori doesn't quite get it, but remains silent anyways.
Madara sets a bowl in front of each of us besides himself, and I can't help but worry about his health regarding certain… cravings. He eyed the blood that decorated our bodies with an oddly controlled helpless expression, and I could not help but to feel bad for him- though at the same time I could, since I had practically been offering myself on a silver platter for a near decade.
I began eat my soup with the foulest of attitudes.
It seemed that everyone had been waiting for me to start first, because it was only then that I heard echoes of my own dining noises. Sasori allowed himself flesh, as opposed to his wooded form, almost as a sheer show of manners, 'coming to life' simply to eat the meal prepared for him when everyone knew the unlikelihood of his hunger.
Sasuke ate as if nothing was wrong in the slightest, and I imagine that this is some way to cope.
The only two not eating were Deidara, who was staring desolately at the tabletop, and Madara, who was staring hatefully at Deidara.
He was also sitting unnecessarily close to me.
Sasori's bowl was set down less than quietly, bringing our attention to him.
He began in and introductory business meeting kind of tone. "I am AkaSuna no Sasori. I am going to assume that you two are comrades of Itachi, and I am to hope that this means we will have more on our side in this oncoming battle, for sheer need of numbers. I am- or was- apart of Akatsuki, where I met Itachi-san and Deidara. I would like to know your relations to Ita-." But his monotone spiel was interrupted by a bitter sounding Deidara.
"Just take a look at their shitty faces, un." Deidara jerks Sasori's head to each of us, earning an offended glare from Madara and a deadpan stare from Sasuke and myself, the former's being obstructed by the large soup bowl he was still slurping indifferently from.
Sasori's head was then jerked to Deidara's annoyed face. "See any similarities?!"
He half threw Sasori away from him, now into full on grump-mode.
Sasori looked to and from each of our faces, the truth dawning on him. It was only when we all shared a simultaneous raised brow and sidelong glance that Sasori's doll eyes widened in epiphany.
Said wooden orbs settled on me.
"What happened to the extinction of the Uchiha clan?"
Madara snorts, Sasuke rolls his eyes, and I sigh out, "I guess I'm just not as good as we all thought…"
It was an awkward silence after this discovery.
After a full thirty minutes of silent breathing and the ever so occasional clanking of dishes being the only indicators that people were in fact inhabiting the kitchen, Deidara gave a resigned sigh.
"Good God, un! Do our current problems have to take physical shape in the middle of the fucking room for us to start discussing them?!" He rolled his eyes wildly, clearly not finished sorting his own internally issues.
Sasori voices my thoughts. "I agree with you, brat. We can begin with why the Kyuubi vessel addressed you by name back there." I frowned in thought, having also remembered this about our sudden departure. That must have been why he was sulking when we arrived in my house.
The troubled look returned to his face and he glanced about the table to gauge our reactions and levels of interest. I did as well.
Madara seemed the most invested in the subject, naturally, since he had prior involvement with the nine tailed beast, but there was a certain torturous gleam in his eye that was probably only for those who have ever touched what was his. In this case, me.
Sasuke remained impassive, but that was tell enough for everyone who knew him that he was hiding something. He was trying too hard, in short.
Sasori spoke again. "If we are to work as a unit, everything should be out in the open." Easy for him to say, he probably didn't have anything left to 'share with the group'. Akasuna no Sasori had many stories spread about him, and the only thing we hadn't known was that the ichibi was his relative- and that had been exposed by Leader at our last meeting.
Deidara gave him a glare that said he was thinking along the same lines as I was, but eventually gave under Sasori's dead gaze.
He opened his mouth timidly, his eyes shooting up at me but I was thinking along a separate line of thought this time.
With another glance at Madara, I was beginning to get the feeling that perhaps more information on the Kyuubi wasn't something he needed his hands on…
I'm about to speak out and interrupt Deidara before he could shed any more light on the subject, but a firm and almost burning hand is placed on my thigh. A none-too-gentle squeeze there closes my mouth abruptly. It frightened me, the command and power he had over me and my body, but inside I burned to settle the score. It was a sudden spike of indignation, almost as if he had simply slapped his hand over my mouth in front of our guests. I felt entitled to show him who was in charge here, and regardless of the public situation I'm sure I would have, had it not been for the rewarding circles Madara began to rub into my inner thigh for my silence. The entire southern half of my body began to tingle warmly, and I stayed quiet like a good dog as we intently listened to Deidara's confession.
"He is my brother, un." Deidara stated gruffly, as if challenging anyone to say anything. "Namikaze Minato is our shared blood. I've been harboring him away from the hidden world since he was about 5 years old, having been 'excommunicated' from Iwa. I joined Akatsuki to make sure they couldn't find him, plus I got payed for blowing shit up, un. I thought he was in the dark. Apparently he's had me in the dark."
"So your blood is not Uzumaki." Madara states rather bluntly, disregarding Deidara's current emotional turmoil. His face wears a flat frown of disinterest in the bomber, which is surprising to me. For one, only a few minutes ago he had seemed beyond inquisitive about the man I'd been previously fucking, and two, how can he hold such a straight face when we hid matching erections under the table.
And Kami-sama, he was still groping me…
Deidara glares, something I would have advised against had I been able to speak, "No. I am not Uzumaki, un."
I glance at Sasuke, who seemed rather bored. He probably knew all of this.
I only listen absently as Deidara continues to elaborate his story, conversing with Sasori about how they had kept their ties with the Bijuu secret, how Deidara had thought Naruto had stayed safely hidden.
"He's an Anbu captain." I say a bit breathlessly when Deidara begins to fret over his brother's safety in the hidden world. "He is quite capable. Fairly intelligent as well." Deidara gawks and Sasuke snorts, presumably at the comment about Naruto-san's intelligence.
"Naruto is a complete idiot." Our heads snapped to him, but he only looked away and drank his tea, probably to hide the affectionate smirk I saw forming. Madara paused in his caresses and I silently thank the heavens for his mercy and distraction.
"I must argue with you. The Kyuubi vessel has always been a deceptive and cunning house for the fox. That brat did well to hide from me. Though I could feel his presence, it has only been recently that I have been able to pinpoint him." Madara says conversationally.
My eyebrow quirks up curiously, having never seen such a flippant attitude from him in regards to the nine tailed fox. I wonder where his priorities are. Fortunately, they seem to have sorted themselves out, in my good fortune, but that may be because he knows I won't let Akatsuki get him, nor will Sasori and Deidara. Even Sasuke seemed to have the protection of Naruto-san in mind.
And perhaps other aspects of Naruto's being.
"And who the hell are you to know so much about my brother, un? First you steal the fox's name, now you know all about the vessels." Deidara stood, fingers pressed agitatedly to the tabletop.
Sasori, who had spent his silence as an avid observer, looks at each of us critically.
Madara and Sasuke share a frown and a glance, simultaneously stating, "I've met him."
"As have I." I say in response to Deidara, who can do nothing but glare his horrified betrayal.
Madara returns his hand to my thigh absently, his eye glancing at the dirty fingernails of his other hand. "He and Sasuke make eyes at each other during my class here. Probably Itachi's as well, hn, boy?" He mutters as if his words weren't demolishing Deidara's delicate emotional state.
I pause before opening my mouth to speak, but Deidara interrupts. "Class? This is a school? You people are around children? What the fuck, un? I didn't even know he was attending here… Good god, you all… right here… Uchiha… He could have died, un!" He was all but screaming at the end, and I stood to grab his shoulders and still him as he began to shake.
"Deidara, think about this for a moment." I say irritably, "He is an Anbu captain with subordinates and equals alike at his side. We as Uchiha want nothing to do with these individuals. He, "I say, nodding my head back to Madara, "didn't even know Naruto-san existed until just recently, which is a big deal, considering. The fact that this man is still here and not hunting Kurama down and riding the fox off into war is testament to your otouto's safety."
My reassurances only made Deidara's eyes go wider, his mouth beginning to gape as he stared around me at Madara.
I glanced back to find that Madara only raised a challenging brow, daring Deidara to challenge him for what he felt a right to. Sasuke frowned and nodded, as if to say, "He's right, you know.", but he stays quiet, probably knowing that butting out would be his best option.
I sit back down, feeling a bit disappointed that the only person I ever seem to be able to comfort is Madara, and he was twisted, so it didn't mean much.
Speaking of him, Sensei was sitting almost unreasonably close to me. Our legs and shoulders were flush together, and his hand had returned to kneading possessively at my thigh. I had been prepared this time, so it didn't affect me as much as it had before, but I had to think of some rather twisted scenarios in order to keep from getting any harder.
Madara seemed to realize what I was trying to do, and for some reason, he wanted me as uncomfortable as physically possible, so his hand jumped from my thigh to crotch. I physically stiffened, and everyone excluding the probable purpose of Madara's actions, Deidara, took notice.
I knew he was doing this to stake some sort of claim on me, wanting Deidara to know exactly who I'd always belonged to- I could tell by the way his eyes never left the oblivious blonde, who continued to talk to Sasori rather pathetically.
I'm sure that Madara was all but willing to stare Deidara in the eye while he stripped me and fucked me in the bomber's own lap, but Sasuke choking and spitting his tea halted any advancement in Madara's exhibitionism.
I was too stiff, in more ways than one, to get up and help him, so Madara and I only looked on curiously as Sasori patted Sasuke's back.
Despite his reddening face and building tears, Sasuke's wide eyes never left Madara's hand on my crotch.
Madara and I seemed to realize this at around the same time, and Madara finds the decency to pull his hand away, albeit slowly.
Sasuke continued to stare back and forth between us, even after he caught his breath and we adjusted ourselves to a completely appropriate sitting position.
My own wide eyes bore into the kitchen table in shame, unwilling to look Sasuke in the eye. Madara on the other hand saw absolutely nothing wrong with our behavior. He stared Sasuke's confused gaze down, as if forcing him to face that, yes, that really happened.
Madara rested his elbow on my shoulder, the one closest to him. Still looking at Sasuke, he moves his hand back to stroke a finger up and down over the markings at the side of my neck. It was an awkward position, but it was the most discreet way to make his point. I closed my eyes, trying not to react to the sensation that his touch brought there. Part of me hated Madara at that moment. He was an animal, violent with no self control or finesse in the things that he said and did. No care or concern.. He just stomped his way through every delicate situation.
I was not so stuck in my ways or far gone in animalistic tendencies, so I could not begin to fathom why he felt the need for such an assertive display to Sasuke of all people, as if my otouto would impose upon mine and Madara's bondship. It was like he was a lonely housewife, left out of the goings on of everyone around us at this moment, and trying to stake involvement in the only way they could.
This wasn't true of course, because should worse come to worse, Madara was wholly involved as long as I was. This may be why he was dumping one of my closest coveted secrets to Sasuke, to show that he was apart of me, and therefor apart of any business here.
I was his and not Deidara's. He wanted everyone to understand that, nevermind that no one really thought that in the first place. He was convinced that we did, like some doggish paranoia that I was hiding him.
I wanted to kill him. Madara's emotions were mysterious things, but mysteries could be as idiotic as they were interesting. He had to know how I felt about him, how proud to be part of him I was. Why was he ruining what shaky relationship I had with Sasuke?
Sasuke looked about as humiliated as I did, red and uncomfortable, like he wanted the floor to open up and swallow him.
"What the hell is wrong with you guys, un?" Deidara was on the opposite side of me from Madara, so I suspect that he couldn't see what Madara was doing, only mine and Sasuke's uncomfortable expressions.
Sasori, however, seemed to understand what was going on.
"If you are all quite finished practicing telepathy, I suggest we continue and figure what we're going to do about Akatsuki and the Bijuu."
I'd never liked Sasori so much in my entire life.
Pein
Orochimaru is late.
I had understood him to be a fairly punctual individual, as he had been in our previous meetings.
Konan sighs next to me quietly, and I find that I too am quite bored of standing behind a waterfall in the middle of no where. It was cold and loud- which was kind of the point, as we did not fancy any eavesdroppers in our company- but that did not make it any less unpleasant for those with a more sensitive hearing ability. I was already irritated by Madara's presence, so my mood was going to be foul from the start.
Orochimaru eventually slithers past the falls, staring at us rather unapologetically. He doesn't say a word about his tardiness, informing me that he couldn't care less about what I thought, and I find myself even more unwilling to speak with him than I did when he originally organized this meeting.
And I had been very unwilling.
Madara suddenly shifted uncomfortably when two others joined the Snake, but I wasn't worried. If anything went wrong, we still had an advantage of superior power on our side, what with Sharingan and Rinnegan side by side.
Kabuto and the unidentified guest stop at Orochimaru's right, the stranger looking around curiously. I get tired of looking at his dumb expressions and finally address the cause of our being here.
"To what do we owe the pleasure?" I say, not bothering to adjust the monotone to my voice. He smirks, the ends of a couple of sharp teeth peeking from under his near-colorless lips.
"I heard about your little stand-off with Konoha. I'm surprised your man made it out, especially considering the fact that his team members hung him out to dry." I glared dully, not entertained. It took every muscle from my neck up not to send Madara a nasty glare. I'm not sure how he managed to fuck up so badly, but I am beginning to wonder if all of the legends about him had been greatly embellished.
"Must I repeat my initial question?" Orochimaru raises a hand, his eyes and mouth closed in a submitting smile.
"No need to get angry, it was just an observation." He turns to Madara, "Still, you must have been pretty embarrassed."
Madara is silent, but that is not odd in mine and Konan's presence. I found his stoic behavior more annoying than the obnoxious persona he took on in front of the rest of our organization.
If we could even be called an organization anymore…
I glance to the side, noticing something off about the current situation. No, I am not a very empathetic creature by nature, but when it is this noticeable…
Madara was standing much too stiffly, whereas his usual stance of intimidation was to seem too relaxed. I went against what I knew about him, which was turning out to be very little.
I decided to ignore it. I planned on killing this incompetent relic in the end any way, so his awkwardness now didn't really matter.
I give Orochimaru a glare that conveyed my gross impatience and he eventually gives up on getting a response from my man.
"I came to make a trade." He sighs simply, folding his arms comfortably. "Perhaps you've noticed, but I've been on a quest to track down my apprentice- my ward, really- and since you have just recently lost the aid of your Uchiha, I figured you might want the aid of another."
I furrow my brow, unable to do anything other than stare at the audacious man.
The bespectacled young creature next to him, Kabuto, if I remember correctly, spoke this time.
"You see, you've lost Itachi, we've lost Sasuke, and we've located Uchiha Madara. If you get Sasuke to us, we can guarantee any and all of the three to fight at your disposal, with the exception of Sasuke, who you will be merely 'renting' for the most part."
This was all coming at me too fast. I glanced at Madara, who would surely start laughing at the fact that he was already at my disposal, but he stayed silent.
Konan, normally silent, speaks in a quiet monotone. "And why would we be interested in this 'Sasuke'?" I frown, waiting for Orochimaru to make some smart-assed comment about drawing conclusions and finding him also Uchiha, since it was rather obvious, but I too wanted to know who exactly he was.
Orochimaru leaned in just an inch, "Uchiha Itachi's little brother."
"The One That Got Away." Kabuto says with an longsuffering roll of his eyes.
Hm. This was news to me. I hadn't really bothered to investigate every red strand connecting Itachi to the past. I never cared. It didn't seem important. He was valuable, but he wasn't part of the grand scheme like Konan or Zetsu.
Madara had been somewhere in the middle. He could be put to more use, and he had his own needs for us, so he said. This motivated him in a way that was different from the others of our group, but also required some digging.
I hadn't found much, however, so I find myself unprepared for whatever this meeting is turning out to be.
I frown, still not seeing the need for such a seemingly insignificant individual.
"Of what use is the small Uchiha when I already have Madara at my side?" I say curiously, side-glancing the masked individual who was turning out to be a bigger burden than an asset… My gaze narrows at him, as does everyone else's, each of us on the same page in regards to disbelief.
"This is not Madara.." Says the tall and dark complected stranger with a dumb looking frown.
He lightly nudges both Kabuto and Orochimaru as he moves through them to approach the man I no longer knew as Madara.
Said man tenses and bows his back in a corned, but still threatening manner. It was quite feline, and the offending stranger grinned and sniffed, twisting to look back at us. "Definitely Uchiha, but most certainly not Madara."
My expression remains blank. Hm. I should have expected something like this.
"Perhaps Madara Junior?" Kabuto offers with mock comfort at what he assumes to be my embarrassment. I only stare at him, long enough for him to realize that he isn't funny and he recoils into himself awkwardly.
Orochimaru ignores his right hand's social faux pas, "If it is at all possible to detain Uchiha Itachi, I can guarantee Sasuke and the real Madara's full cooperation to your cause."
I glanced to Konan, whose dull expression telepathically agreed with my unsettled thoughts that stated, 'Yes, we do need the fire power...'.
Zetsu, wherever he was hiding in these falls, would surely agree as well, since the real Madara is the only non-Uzumaki ever rumored to have a spiritual tie to the nine tailed fox.
First things first in a deal with a serpent. "And what exactly do you get out of my cause?"
Orochimaru smirked, absently pinching the ends of his long inky hair between his finger and thumb. "So long as I get Sasuke, I don't care if your cause is to kill the whales, save the whales or fuck the whales. I just want the boy."
For once, I visibly frown. What would I gain from whales…?
After a long and awkward session of uncomfortable blinking, Konan finally speaks her inquiries.
"And how do you plan on beleashing Uchiha Madara?"
Wonderful question, Konan. Even this fake Madara seems interested.
"Madara has already been beleashed." Says the man previously in front of my masked subordinate.
I frown, moving to look to Orochimaru for confirmation. A smirk and a quirked brow accompany his nod.
"It seems that Uchiha Madara and Uchiha Itachi have been bound together in something akin to ritualistic matrimony."
Tobi suddenly makes an odd noise. It sounded something like a gasp through a closed mouth, only succeeding in making an awful croaking sound. I glared at him, demanding that he get it together.
Honestly.
"I had a similar reaction." Says Orochimaru's guest. "Madara is not one to be tied down, I would know… I just thought he'd be a bit more selective…" I feel the air go cold around me, but only on one side.
I glance at Tobi and feel the chilling aura about him.
Well, he may not be Madara, but with such a reaction to a mere stranger's words he surely at least knew things about him. Perhaps very personal things...
"Well? Do we have an agreement?" I looked back to Orochimaru, eyes narrowing.
I have never trusted the man, even in his brief time at my side with Akatsuki. He was far too slippery.
He reaches out a hand and I glare at the offending limb before looking back up to his serpentine face.
"I will get back to you on that. You can leave now."
He frowns before covering it up with a smooth smile and a graceful nod.
With a flurry of hand signs, the apparent summons that was Orochimaru's tagalong disappeared. I hadn't even been able to tell that he was just a summons…
How annoying.
Konan turns to me, folding her arms. Zetsu slowly morphs from the wall, and we each turned to face Tobi, who stood at odds with us.
"So what should we be calling you now? It would be awkward to call you Madara... Don't bother calling him anything, Leader will surely kill him before he can say the first syllable… Are you really even a 'he'?" Zetsu asks, us and himself.
"Is what Orochimaru says reliable?" I ask simply, ignoring the ridiculousness to my left.
"Is anything that creature says reliable?" He asks smartly. He had a point, but that's not what I am asking.
"Does a bond have the power to ensnare Madara? Is it that powerful?" I ask, losing patience.
"...It is," Tobi replies in a soft and smooth voice that I had not yet heard from him. His real voice, probably, instead of an impersonation of Madara's, and not his other obnoxious voice.
I nod, believing him. He'd been impersonating Madara so well that I had believed that they were one and the same, so he must be well-versed in Uchiha History, focused on Madara.
That, or he knew the man. It was possible. I had no idea how old Tobi was, but since he was an Uchiha, it could be that they knew each other. Or know each other.
Either reasons were good ones to keep him alive for now. At least now I know for sure that Tobi is killable.
There was no reason to interrogate him about his knowledge. With so many fake names and personas, there was no way that he'd be revealing his deeper roots.
He was still valuable, however.
"Let's go, then. We have things to discuss, and I'm sure Orochimaru is just lingering outside, listening." The snake was creepier than Zetsu sometimes.
He hesitantly follows as we begin our trek back to our temporary stay.
Zetsu walks behind him, and Konan at his right, so I doubt they can see the swirling of his bright red eye from the hole in his mask like I currently can.
Madara
My back arches painfully against the tile of the kitchen floor, writhing from the burning spreading through my body.
Since Itachi had achieved his claim on me, the control he now held was suffocating. He was torturing me without even touching me, staring at my shaking form from the dining table. He sat on it with his feet propped up on one of the chairs.
His mere fingertips touched his bond mark, using that as a means of communication to my own, and the feelings he was communicating were quite murderous.
It felt like someone was slowly trying to cut my head off with a wooden spoon. Movement made it worse, and even glancing at Itachi made it hell.
I don't even understand what I did wrong.
I understand why Itachi is cross, but not what I did wrong.
I mean, Sasuke had to find out eventually, and Deidara had to know. Itachi is mine.
I'd be quite thrilled if Itachi had displayed his possession of me in front of Izuna, so I couldn't figure out why Itachi was making me wish I could die…
"Are you really that insecure, Sensei?" He asks far too calmly. Another surge of fire through my entire body, more like a solar flare than a wave of anger.
"Why do you feel so threatened? Do I not give you enough attention? Do you feel my affection for you right now?" He spat, dual voices hissing hatefully as they spoke as one.
I did feel his affection.
I sobbed, a short coughing sound, failing to stifle it as my hot forehead rested against the cold kitchen tile.
It wasn't so much the physical pain I couldn't bare. It hurt, yes, but it wasn't the source of my current agony. I felt weak- no, I was already weak from lack of sustenance, but this was different. Itachi was actually beginning to make me feel guilty for my earlier actions. He was angry, punishing me, and I was starting to actually feel sorry…
Itachi jumps from his spot on the table, his feet landing harshly onto the ground making me almost flinch. My head had already been pounding, so that didn't really help. I glare at the pair of feet planted directly in front of me.
Another soft booming sound echoes in my skull when he drops to his knees, one of each on either side of my head. I look up at him with the intent of defiant boredom, but lose control of my facial expression when I realize that the crotch of his pants was right at my mouth.
Just a couple inches and I leave a nasty bite mark in a nasty place.
The thought of vengeance pleased me, but the thought of other scenarios involving my mouth and Itachi's crotch were all too quickly overshadowing my spiteful nature.
Before I could really debate upon taking action, a clawed hand was in my hair. I winced, as the nature of this rough play was in the context that I would prefer it be in. I couldn't enjoy a normally arousing action when I could feel Itachi's furiousness bleeding into my consciousness.
The fact that his pointed fingernails had drawn blood and ripped hair also snuffed out any tingly sensations I may have derived from the contact.
He pulled me up to eye level and looked me in the eyes. The dullest of expressions. That look hadn't been directed at me so seriously in awhile.
Strangely enough, even though no real part of this situation was giving off that vibe, I still felt anticipation bubbling in me as my swollen eyes stare into his cold ones. He seems to feel it, if his disgusted sneer is anything to go by.
"You are ridiculous," he says, shaking his head with a frown not unlike his father's.
He drops my head, letting it land on his thigh. I pant softly, fatigued.
"You also have yet to answer my question."
I blink, trying to remember. Something about affection?
"Why do you feel so threatened?" He repeats, softer and yet even more mocking than before.
I raise my eyes to meet his, snorting and forcing a grin in a vain effort to make it look like he wasn't affecting me this much. I don't know why I did- pride, I suppose. He'd already seen me writhing at his very feet.
"No one threatens me." I lie, looking as confident as one can with a sweating, abused body.
He scoffs, dropping my head. I plop to the ground, too exhausted to soften the blow of the landing.
I stands to walk around my death-like form, having evidently grown bored of me. "You obviously feel very threatened by Sasuke…" He says, leaning non-chalantly against the counter.
I grew tired of the guilt trip.
"If anyone should be upset, it should be me," I said, my brows furrowing in both irritation and effort as I tried to push up from the ground. Itachi sent me a glare from hell, one that burned through me physically via our ever-useful bond and had me on the ground yet again.
I persevere. "I mean it," I growl through my tightly clenched jaw. "Has it occurred to you how it must feel to be kept so secret? I want everyone to know that-"
"That what, Madara?!"
"That you belong to me!" I say before I can really hold back.
The fire that Itachi was sending through my body cooled, and I could feel my skin returning to its normal temperature, though it remained sore.
Itachi stared at me, feigning offense and disgust at such an idea, but I knew he held the same sick possessiveness over me. Soon his face softened and he looked at the ground with much interest, pretending he didn't see me struggling to get up from the ground.
Fine. I didn't want his help anyway…
When I approached he raised a brow and a glare, so I halted slowly, not willing to test his patience while he could still have a short fuse.
He looked back to the ground, as if he had too much on his mind to keep sane.
"... Why show Sasuke your bond mark, then? As opposed to mine?" The quiet inquisition makes me frown. I'd much rather formulate some bullshit excuse, but closing myself off would only encourage him to do the same, and Itachi was already such an emotionally isolated young man…
I tentatively place my hand on his thigh, slowly moving to stand between his legs. He looks at me, but I have to tilt my face upwards to meet his eyes, since his seat on the countertop made him a couple of inches taller. He was still tense, the muscles of his jaw visibly contracting. I could see just how upset he'd been now that I was up close.
I move even closer, until our noses brush softly. Our harsh gaze becomes lidded as we both try to catch glimpses of eachother's mouths.
"Because I belong to you." I say quietly, nearly startling myself.
We're still for a moment before Itachi sighs, timidly snaking a hand up my torso to run his fingers over his claim. I tilt my head, gladly allowing the contact. The soft and sweet touch felt like water down a parched throat, great relief after the previous sensations Itachi had forced upon me.
The fingers reached the nape of my neck, gently threading themselves into my hair and pressing me forward until my face rested in the crook of Itachi's neck. The rest of my body followed, falling into an embrace that was making me feel drowsy and warm. Itachi's legs wrapped around my waist loosely, and his other arm around my upper back.
Itachi held me hostage there, and I quickly developed Stockholm Syndrome. It didn't take long for the embrace to change from warm to hot. I smirked as I felt the his fingers run through my hair, while his other hand began holding me a bit more firmly, as if he had the intention of really trapping me. I felt him inhale deeply, his nose pressed into my hair, and the hand on my back moved lower.
Sensing that the mood was changing, I moved my own hands from his thighs. They ventured up, curling around his hips to knead at his behind.
"... Nnn, Perverted…" He breathed into my hair.
I hummed a short laugh into his ear, making him squirm on the counter. No more perverted than he was, I just went straight for the money. I prefer 'direct', as opposed to 'perverted'.
I picked him up, chuckling as he clung to me. It was a short walk to the dining table, one in which I pretended to stumble just so he'd hold on tighter. I set him down on the table top, hunching over his sprawled form when he fell backward.
I attack his mouth and I can feel him smirk into it. "I'm still mad…" He says against my lips.
"Me too." I reply, moving to his neck.
I personally think it's obvious that the past ten minutes are completely behind us for now, since he was currently tugging my shirt over my head. I winced, my muscles still sore from their strain. I tried to ignore it, pulling his shirt off as well. It was a bit more difficult that I would have liked, but he squirmed just enough for it to come off without me getting frustrated and ripping it. Were I someone else I'm sure I would laugh at my attraction to the suddenly pasty skin that stretched over twitching abdominals. I kiss just above his belly button, his skin hot, though lacking a proper flush. I looked up to see the evidence of his fall also taking over his face, his eyes an array of red and black, and he swallows hungrily as we make eye contact.
I kiss again and his mouth falls open just a bit, only enough to see the stark difference in the color of the outside of his mouth, a paleness that had taken to his lips, and the hot-looking redness of the inside… I was getting ideas.
I crawled up his torso slowly, leaving wet kisses as I went. I'd like to excuse it as wanting to please him, but it was purely to get a taste. He was just beginning to perspire, and the taste kept with my lips. When I approached his neck I gave up the rouse, blatantly testing his flavor as I ran my tongue from his collarbone to that spot behind his ear that never failed to make him shiver. Such a sweet boy. I wanted to bite so bad.
I wanted to clamp my jaws shut around that pretty neck and mumble my ownership around the marked flesh in my mouth.
Mineminemineminemine…
Ah, but I shouldn't. Does this count as that dreaded possessiveness that Itachi hated me for? I didn't want to burn like that again. Just thinking of the feelings made me shiver.
Itachi wanted me to bite, I'm sure of it.
But how could I be sure?
My thoughts were becoming so scattered, harder to hear and sort out as Itachi began to pant rather hotly. The breathy sound easily drowned out any coherence, and just as I was beginning to succumb to my instincts, Itachi grabs a fistfull of my hair and shoves me down to his crotch. I blink in surprise, not expecting such boldness from him, though I probably should have.
I look up, admittedly a bit nervous to meet his eyes- what with his odd attitude as of late. He's glaring down at me with a glowing intensity, his grip tightening in my hair, so I delicately began to unfasten his pants. I was almost… giddy. It was an odd feeling, the excitement at the thought of touching Itachi like this.
I couldn't say that it was unexpected, however. If my past sexual partners were at all dim enough to speak carelessly of our shared encounters, one would notice a trend of surrendered control on my part. I'd noticed that it was no different with Itachi.
But since it was Itachi, it felt… new. Along with the giddiness I felt, there was a touch of nervousness. The boy was an admittedly hard individual to read, and since our last encounter hadn't even really been on purpose, we didn't exactly become properly 'acquainted' with each other. This was going to be awkwardly experimental, it seemed. Or perhaps I felt this way because I actually cared about Itachi and his opinions of me. I had more than plenty of experience, so what was holding me back?
"Get on with it." I heard Itachi growl above me, rushing a thrill through my tingling body.
Hn, perhaps that.
I slowly, teasingly tugged his bottoms down, taking the underwear with it. I tried not to look at his manhood so openly, wanting to keep control of myself and focus on Itachi, but it was difficult. I couldn't look at his face either, otherwise this bit of foreplay wouldn't last very long, because I knew his expression would get to me.
I am but a man, after all.
With a shaky breath, I gave the tip an experimental lick, then another before looking up to see his eyes closed. I smirked at his twitching jaw, clenched tight as if he too had to control himself to enjoy this. My fingers encircled the base and I slowly took him into my mouth, just past the head. An agonizingly slow rhythm was built, where I'd occasionally pull back and run my tongue about, and I could tell that he was losing his cool.
I wasn't only going this slowly for torture's sake, but for mine as well. The fingers of my free hand dug their nails into Itachi's twitching thigh as I tried to refrain from touching myself. Torture was still the dominant method to this madness.
When I began to suck him just a tad insistently, he snapped. His hips, that had previously only rolled and twitched, slammed into the back of my throat. I coughed, glaring up at him, but his head had fallen back, and his mouth open. His shoulder was about to give, shaking since he'd been supporting himself on his forearm. He continued to ruthlessly plow into my mouth, forcing me to swallow him up, which made him jerk into me even harder. His throaty groans were eventually too much for me, and I grabbed his wrist, surprising him by freeing his hand from my hair.
Perhaps it was the other way around…
I pulled back abruptly, not bothering to wipe the dripping saliva and precum from my lips.
No point, if this worked out.
After all, I wanted something that no one else had claimed.
Before Itachi could gather his thoughts to object, I gripped his hips and dragged him a bit further down the table. He looked at me in confusion, and then he looked at the table top in confusion, as I had unceremoniously flipped him. He made a surprised noise, and looked back over his shoulder in confusion, just in time to catch my smirk before I spread his cheeks and licked long and slow in between.
He was caught between a gasp of horror and pleasure, but I did not pause. Call me a virginity-monster, but I loved bodies unexplored. No one had ever pleasured Itachi this way, and the thought drove me mad. I began a relentless assault, Itachi's body tensing, unsure of whether to attempt escape or move closer to what was sure to be an alien feeling.
The first time someone did this to me I had almost set them ablaze.
I pressed my tongue in, nearly unable to bear the unholy sound that came from Itachi's mouth. I hummed appreciatively and received another quite like it. I smirked, squeezing at his cheeks. At this point, Itachi looked like perfect prey, and I was yet again feeling the desire to fuck him into submission and leave my mark.
Oh, but I shouldn't…
Should I?
Honestly, I could tell the resistance was driving me mad. I've spent so long denying myself my darker desires- take him, have him take me- since he was young… I was no monster, I kept my distance, but there was no need to resist this body of his. The only thing in the way now was this shit-grade situation we've landed in. Konoha, Akatsuki, Kyuubi, Senju…
Why couldn't life be reduced to this? Physical madness, base animal response… I've lived off politics and wars and murder for so long, but in moments like this, when it was too hot to breathe, and red eyes were looking back at me weakly, I only wanted life to be this. I could definitely live off of Itachi.
My head was becoming foggy, and had we been mere animals, I would blame pheromones or something of the like. Perverse as it was, sexually devouring Itachi this way, that tiny voice in my head began getting louder and louder at an alarming rate. I clawed into his soft flesh, knowing in every part of my mind, body, and soul, that Itachi needed my mark on him. We needed to be one now.
Perhaps I had been subconsciously afraid of commitment, maybe I'd stalled because I wanted to be that war-monger of my seemingly endless youth. Maybe I just needed to keep my solitude for reasons of weakness or title…
Those feelings were leaving me now, evaporating probably. Kami knows it's hot as hell in here…
I crawled up Itachi's bent body, carelessly digging my nails into him for grip. His body relaxed and tensed over and over, not sure what to do with mercy, pleasure, and small stab-wounds. He gathered his arms under his body to lift up, seeming to think I was done for whatever reason, or perhaps thinking that we were about to trade places or something.
Could he not read me? I felt as if my feral thoughts and drives were dripping down my eyes and nose and lips, sliding to my fingers like moving tattoos. I shuddered because I could hear them, they sounded awful, but the logic that founded that ideas was easy to ignore. They felt good, that's what mattered right now. I needed Itachi to feel as good as I did at that moment.
I slammed my hand down on his back, just beside his spine. The air rushes from his lungs and he glares back, raising a hand to object but my other hand slams onto his wrist and I growl loud from my clenched teeth, feeling myself lose what sanity I had left to that darker part of me. I closed my eyes, knowing they were a dark red. I couldn't completely lose it, at least not the first time. Itachi was still adjusting to what he would probably deem 'grotesque fantasies', and it would likely be detrimental to sexually traumatize him…
No, this would be the first time Itachi has experienced pleasure in this way. It had to be good and it had to be, regardless of how childish it sounds, special.
I swallowed slowly to calm myself, leaning over him little by little to lay my chest over his back. I was lucky to be not an inch shorter, as our sweat made it a bit slippery and I was already about to be on my toes to maintain this position.
I knew I should have picked out our dining table…
Itachi was trying his hardest to relax, I could tell by his robotic breathing techniques and softly closed eyes. It was cute, but it was something I planned to unravel. I began to grind my manhood between his cheeks, smirking as his brow twitches and he sighs through his nose. My boy tries so hard. I release his wrist and it stays put, so run my fingers down his body. It calms him a bit, but only so. I bring them up to my mouth and let them become wet with what had been building up in there anyway. Who wouldn't salivate at a sight like this?
The fingers return to their feathery path at Itachi's side, this time leaving wet lines at his hip. I bring them to where our bodies were currently meeting, trying to make this as easy for Itachi as I could. Itachi brought out so many sides of me- murderous, playful, perverted, monstrous and… right now, it seemed to be a gentler, more sensual side of me that was coming out. I wanted to take care of Itachi. I felt dirty, but I couldn't help but imagine the boy in his younger form, following me about.
I bring the less-wet hand back up to Itachi's head, gripping his hair slightly, just enough to get him to turn his head. My other arm moves up and under his shoulder, so I could comfortably lay my cheek atop his, nuzzling a bit against my will. I untangle my fingers from his hair and pet his locks out of our sweating faces as we move against each other.
When I feel him relax and the neediness begin to reflect in his eager rutting I slide the head of my dick against his slick entrance, slowly moving in little by little. He froze for a second, but began moving once more with renewed fervor that I couldn't help but grin at.
"Who said you could smile…" He says breathlessly against my cheek.
I jerk into him, getting one of those filthy noises again that makes the next harsh movement accidental. I roll my hips languidly, setting a slow, drawn out pace that has Itachi turning away from me to hide whatever lewd expression he was making. His forehead was placed against the table top, making his noises and panting echo a bit. I quicken my pace, unable to keep as much control as I wanted when I could see, and hear, myself undoing him like this. It was when he made a particularly loud mewling sound and began to meet my thrusts even more excitedly that I lost my head.
I groaned in the back of my throat, beginning to feel incapable of keeping this encounter bloodless. He was too perfect, and I felt bad about ruining the purity and beauty of this situation by slamming him into our table, but it simply couldn't be helped…
"Oh, fucking… God!" He growled into the table, his body spasming as his big finish surprises us both. I shudder, that voice practically vibrating through me.
TakeTakeTake…
He is mine!
The next thing I know Itachi is slumped over our table, bleeding from multiple wounds. I groan, but it's muffled. Red bubbles pop from my lips and his neck and suddenly I'm all there again.
Slowly, as gently as possible, I remove myself from Itachi's trembling body, catching him before he crumbles to the ground. I can't resist swallowing what small amount of his blood that made it into my mouth. We were both sweaty and spent, so I silently let us lay on the cold kitchen floor. It felt like an hour that we spent down there, and I refused to speak. Thoughts swirled about in my head, and I wish I didn't care enough to have them, but I was damned to worry about him.
He'd sounded angry as he came. Was I too rough? Did he hate being on 'the receiving end'? Itachi had been quite feral lately, perhaps I'd been too careful? It was his first time that way, I'd hate to ruin it for him… and myself. That was phenomenal. Itachi was hot bent over like that… Good god, he's bleeding all over, what the fuck. How many places did I bite? Was that all my fingernails? His blood tastes… Dear fucking lord…
"I don't think I've ever come so hard in my life…" He finally says, whispering. I eventually muster the balls to look over at him to find healthy color returning to his flesh. He was smiling, and not one of his usual tiny Itachi-smiles.
"Who said you were allowed to smile?" I ask, stealing his words from earlier.
The smiling face turns to me, his cheek pressing against the tile. I mimic him, staring tiredly into his eyes and trying to guess at his thoughts. Young men were hard to read in these situations, especially if the man was Itachi.
I watched as his eyes became hooded and his smile mellowed, one of his hands creeping up to the angry red wounds on his neck, a bit too slow to heal. The fingers of his other hand came to bother mine, and they were soon loosely interlocked. "Now I am yours too." He says quietly, smirking. If I didn't know any better, I'd say he was making fun of my previous possessiveness.
"If you think that will remedy my covetous behavior then you are naive. I will be even more clingy than ever." I said flatly, glad to 'burst his bubble'.
He rolled his eyes, "I wasn't being facetious." He moved to sit up, frowning at the pain he felt from our activities.
"Always a pain in my ass." He said smirking. Itachi didn't actively make jokes all that often, and he sure as hell didn't make puns, but he seemed excited about this one so I chose not to make fun of him.
"Shut up." I tried.
He eventually sat up, leaving me on the floor as he stood to make way to our bedroom.
"Stop." I said quietly, surprised by an unfamiliar pain that seared through my chest. I hadn't even meant to speak...
To my surprise, he did stop. He turned back and stared at me, a worried expression on his face, likely due to the desperate and pained ring to my voice. We both remained frozen, analyzing our reactions.
After a moment it seemed the awkwardness of the situation dawned on us and Itachi chuckled.
"You weren't wrong. The clinginess is still there." I stood, a scowl likely stealing my face. It was strong enough to bring him back to my side.
"No one said that you couldn't accompany me wherever I go. Let's bathe." He said quietly, taking my hand and leading me to our bathroom. As I remove myself from the tiled floor I can hear the sound of my skin unsticking itself from the surface of it.
Yes, bathing sounds like it would be pleasant.
He runs the bath, ever the caretaker, leaving me to stand in the middle of the bathroom, just thinking about what conspired in the other room. The oddest fog was settled over my senses, like a feeling of sleepiness and safety. Perhaps security was the word? I couldn't help but think otherwise. Thoughts and feelings had always been two separate parts of my analytical process, so on the rare occasion that they became difficult to sort, I would find myself at a loss. Times like now.
While I felt warm and fuzzy, there was an underlying panic lingering about from earlier this afternoon. Just seeing Senju with his hands on Itachi… Why now? Orochimaru couldn't want Sasuke that badly.
If I just killed everyone who Itachi and I didn't like…
"Madara-sama, what are you thinking about?" I blink and look up to Itachi's seemingly knowing gaze, his hand still dangling in the water to test the temperature.
"I am scared." I say absently, honestly. It wasn't a crippling fear, so there was no need to feel shame. Itachi knew what kind of fear I was talking about. It was a warrior's fear, a fear that some called anxiety, but it wasn't quite the same. I knew there was a real, living threat against the rare peace I was experiencing as I stepped into the bath with Itachi. This was what I needed to protect, but it needed to be handled delicately and politically- two things I hated factoring in even when I was the clan head.
This would be harder to wrap my head around, and I was out of practice since… well, I suppose since the last war I fought. This time I had no pawns, no army of angry men and women to move around the board. It's so much easier to simply annihilate everything…
"Scared?" Itachi asked quietly, scrubbing at my back. "We're practically immortal, are we not? Nothing can kill me now. We could spend all day impaling ourselves for fun if we wanted to."
I smirk, muttering under my breath. "That doesn't sound like a bad idea…"
"You know what I mean." He says, scrubbing my back hard enough to leave me raw.
"And you know what I mean." I reply, valiantly not wincing.
"Hn," He hums. I leave him to his thoughts for a bit, and we silently bathe one another. There are quite a few instances in which our hands venture, and kisses are placed here and there, but we mostly keep to the task at hand.
"Did your companions have nothing to say of your… altered appearance?" I ask after awhile of soaking. He seems to think about it.
"When you work with a shark, a puppet, and a plant, I'm sure my undead looking features are not much to comment on." He replies with a ghost of a smile.
I snort. There is truth to his words. I will simply pray a sort of optimism as I think about these things, as I can only hope nothing in his world goes awry. He is a big boy, and I'm not sure if our officiated bond has granted me a better understanding, but I feel as though I must believe him when he says he can handle his dealings- no matter how much I yearn to protect and interfere…
"You are pink," He remarks as we step out of the tub.
I look down to find that my lower half, the half that had been submerged in the water, was indeed a pinkened color.
"Yes, I thought your intention had been to cook us alive. I must say I taste better on the rare side." I say, stabbing at him. I was entitled to this banter, having dealt with his puns.
"I must agree." He says back, walking past me while drying his hair. Damn, outwitted. He's too quick.
I resigned, not deigning to put forth another comeback for fear that our dirty talk would get me going again.
That actually sounded like a fine idea.
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So yeah, this is half the length but fuckit. I'm hungover and I feel bad for the hiatus. Please review, it makes me giggle, and I am really just a cat with too many feelings (and I have thumbs, which is why I can type.) so love me. Happy reading, friends, hope you enjoyed the porn. My tumblr changed too. It is now melas(dash)lunafata .
~SaLEm