Naruto Fan Fiction / Naruto Shippuden Fan Fiction ❯ The Never Played Symphonies ❯ Revenge ( Chapter 31 )

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The Never Played Symphonies

Chapter 31: Revenge

Deidara sat across the table from his partner, sipping at the plum sake Sasori had been kind enough to bring him. Not surprisingly the two Uchiha's were late. He rose an eyebrow at Sasori's impatient grunt. If he had to guess Itachi had probably done this on purpose. The nerve of those bastards, doing what they had done and then making them wait. ...Uchiha scum. They were all the same. He had had high hopes for Sasuke, but he was turning out even worse than his brother. As if that were possible. ...His little Sparky was gone and buried when Itachi put that thing inside of him. Deidara shuttered, remembering the last time he had seen it. He remembered exactly what Sasuke had put him through to prove his point. He wondered how much Itachi was behind that little show. ...He still had nightmares about that damn place in his mind.

“They're late.” Sasori said grumpily, and Deidara glanced towards him warily. Sasori had been taking Sasuke's power play particularly hard. Especially with Deidara having convinced him to defect from Pein and the rest.

“They probably had to stop to...rest let's say.” Deidara said, grinning at his own dirty joke.

“I thought you said they were fighting?” Sasori asked him, looking even more annoyed at the very idea that they weren't.

Deidara scoffed, taking another sip. “I hope not, yeah?” He murmured. “Sparky's mood was foul the last time I saw him.” He said bitterly. “I was out of commission for a week.” He downed the glass, pouring another. He grabbed the bottle to shake it. “That's why I brought this, yeah? Get him drunk and he purrs like a kitten.”

Sasori rolled his eyes. “A strategy I've seen you use more than once on him, but be careful. You know how Itachi gets anytime you mess with him.”

Deidara mock laughed. “Oh I know...or look at him...or talk to him...god forbid you fu…”

“Deidara.” Itachi greeted at the door, Sasuke standing close behind him.

“Fun day we're having today, wouldn't you say so Itachi?” Deidara covered with, noting the annoyed look on both of their faces. If they had heard what he was saying they were far too psychotic to do anything about it. They were probably planning some sort of evil thought out revenge that would come later...and be painful.

“What? I don't get a hello?” Sasuke asked, and Deidara sneered at that holier than thou tone the younger Uchiha seemed to have adopted. He was becoming more and more like Itachi everyday.

“Forgive me Sasuke.” Deidara mocked, staring right at Itachi as he said it. “I don't normally greet people who put me into week long comas.”

Sasuke's mouth tilted into the infuriating smirk, and Deidara's eye noticed the way Sasuke's fingers rested slightly on Itachi's hips, as if he couldn't help but touch him. “You were being a dick.” The younger Uchiha pointed out. “You deserved it.” Deidara's nose wrinkled at the way Sasuke's thumb hooked into Itachi's waistband, slowly tracing along the skin he found there. The sad part was...he looked like he was actually being sneaky.

Sasori glared at his student, and Deidara wouldn't wish that look on anyone. He knew exactly what was coming next. “So that's how we treat our friends now, Sasuke? We torture them in our minds?”

Sasuke looked taken aback, and almost like that shell he was wearing was going to fade, but then that bastard Itachi looked at him and the coldness came back. “Forgive me if I don't like people mocking the death of my other friend.” He sneered. “I had only wanted to…”

“If you say test your limits to me I will personally smack you across this shit hole house you had us meet you in.” Sasori hissed, young voice furious. “I did not defect from the Organization I have been apart of for 10 years to have to deal with a spoiled brat playing footsie with his lover!”

Deidara hid a smile as he watched Sasuke actually gulped in nervousness, cocky attitude fading from his face as he pulled his hand off of Itachi's hip like he was burnt. “Sasori-sensei I wasn't…”

“You were.” Sasori growled. “You think because you got all of this power that you can act just like him?” He asked, ignoring Itachi as he glowered at Sasuke. “Grow up Sasuke. Power doesn't give you the right to hurt the people following you.”

Itachi stepped away from Sasuke, heading towards the table with the sake. “Sasuke…” He murmured. “Be nice to your friends.” He rolled his eyes as he said it, and Deidara noticed he seemed to have two brand new ones.

“Where'd you get it Itachi?” Deidara hissed. The new scope in his eye was still painful from just being inserted. “You two seem to be doing `very' well for yourselves.” He hissed, bitterness lacing his tone as he watched Itachi pour his drink.

“Kakashi.” Itachi said simply, taking a drink. “Anymore asinine questions?” He asked his, and Deidara glared daggers at him.

“It doesn't matter where he got it.” Sasuke spoke, and Deidara could tell how much softer his voice was now. “I made the decision to sacrifice my allies for this future organization.” He said, obviously struggling with his words. “This is it. It's all that matters. We chose you two to be our seconds. You will have far more power than you ever would have had before.” Deidara watched him, dark eye narrowed as the other was obviously trying to mutter whatever he thought Itachi wanted him to.

“Can we just cut the crap, yeah?” Deidara asked. “Why'd you want us here Sparky?”

“I just…” He tried, but Deidara interrupted.

“Yeah I heard your little practiced speech. Why us though? We took your eye. Kakuzu and Hidan could be bought much easier, why not them?”

Sasuke seemed to consider that for a moment. “Because I care about you.” He said, and at realizing what he had just said a pink blush rose up his cheeks.

Deidara laughed, grinning like an idiot. “There's the Sparky I know...Your brother hasn't quite managed to fuck the niceness out of you just yet.” He grinned more as Sasuke turned a dark red as he glared. ...He was always so easy.

“Deidara tells me you're quite powerful.” Sasori murmured. “When you're not wearing that thing.” He pointed wooden fingers to the diadem on Sasuke's head, making a darkness cover the younger Uchiha's face.

“Itachi, take it off?” Sasuke asked, and judging by the fact that he was asking and not demanding meant that maybe he hadn't reverted back to asshole mode yet.

Deidara watched out of the corner of his eye as Itachi sipped at his drink, head tilting as he seemed to consider. Or rather, he was trying to make Sasuke beg for it, the bastard. “What? You're not scared are you?” Deidara asked him. “Too afraid of your little brother to let him off his leash?” He said mockingly. “Does he kick your ass Itachi?”

“What?” Itachi asked right back. “Like he kicked yours?” He began chanting, and with the use of the hand signs the diadem fell off and disappeared. “You'll wish I didn't do that soon enough.” He said almost boredly. “Sasuke wants to try to take on the both of you at once.”

“Do you really think he stands a chance against two Akatsuki at once?” Sasori asked, sounding interested. “Deidara has taken down 3 Jinchuriki just on his own. Plus, he was Sasuke's partner. He knows exactly how he fights.”

“He doesn't know how I fight.” Sasuke assured them, and Deidara noticed a different air about him. It was almost as if he was fighting against everything to keep it together.

“I'm down for a rematch. The last time I didn't know about that eye of yours.” Deidara bit out, almost eager for this.

“Now you do…” Sasuke said, and chakra sprung up all around him, turning his eyes cat like as they both turned red with the fox's chakra. “Now you know all about my eyes.” He growled, and Deidara watched his features sharpen, turn more animalistic.

“That's an odd look for you Sparky.” He murmured, a pit of fear in his stomach at the thought of sparring. He chanced a glance over to Sasori to see he looked bored at the reveal, and Itachi looked...disgusted? Was that right? Who could ever tell with him, his face just tended to stick some ways. He reached into his pouches, his hands munching on the clay to get ready. “Should we take this outside Sasori-danna?” He asked his partner, watching the steady flow of chakra leaking from the Uchiha.

“I suppose if we are meant to sleep in this busted house.” Sasori grumbled, pulling out his puppet as he got inside. “Don't disappoint me Sasuke.”

“I wouldn't dream of it sensei.” Sasuke said, licking his lips as that chakra tail swished back and forth. “I can't wait to fight you...I can't wait to show you all the things I've learned.” He grinned ferally, and Deidara chanced another glance to Itachi. It was the same look as he watched Sasuke, completely different from when they had first come in. Completely different from when the fox had been suppressed with the diadem.

Deidara flew through the trees, landing hard on the ground, managing to spring himself backwards to still land on his feet. They had been going at it for hours. He had no idea how Sasuke had any chakra left. He had been going steadily against the both of them, not slowing down for an instant. He moved quicker than even Deidara's scope could keep track of. His eyes helped him to control it to just two chakra tails, and even then it was like facing a nightmare. A Jinchuriki with a kekkai no genki of an Uchiha was something he never wanted coming after him for real.

He watched with wary eyes as Sasori was using two of his most skilled puppets on the kid, the other blocking everything he sent his way as they rushed through the trees. He had completely run out of the clay he had brought, and he knew Sasori must be getting exhausted as well. No one's stamina could take this for so long.

“Are you planning on doing anything?” He hissed towards Itachi who had been watching the entire time against the tree.

“Why?” Itachi asked boredly. “Can't you? All this big talk and it looks like the two of you together haven't landed a single hit.”

“It's practice, yeah?” Deidara bit out.

“It really isn't.” Itachi assured him. “Not to Sasuke when he's like that.” He sighed. “He'll kill Sasori before ever surrendering the fight. A good addition to the Akatsuki now, wouldn't you say?”

“I always thought he was. You were the one that objected.” Deidara reminded him. “Do you think he's strong enough to kill Pein?” He asked him curiously. Itachi was always a mystery with his thoughts.

“He will be.” Itachi said, watching the fight. He seemed to be tracking every little movement with his Sharingan. “Are you going to help?” He asked him boredly. “Or do you want your lover to die?”

Deidara glowered, anger lighting up his face. “He's your brother! You do something!” He could get more clay, but he could already see another tail start to emerge from Sasuke. “He's going to lose it soon.”

Itachi sighed, swiping his hair out of his face. “Why is it always expected of me to be the one to put him back together?” He asked as he pushed himself up off the tree and began to walk towards the fight.

Deidara watched the calm demeanor that Itachi approached the storming nightmare that was his brother. As soon as Sasori noticed it he jumped back from the scuffle, barely avoiding as Sasuke brought a clawed chakra hand down for a strike. Sasuke growled as he ran towards him, but paused in his tracks when Itachi stepped in front, halting his movements. No matter how much he despised that Uchiha, he could never say the bastard didn't have guts.

Sasori landed next to him, still in his puppet as he could hear him pant. “That's incredible. He's improved so much in such a short period of time. I can't imagine if he gave everything he had.” That scratchy voice marveled. “Maybe you weren't such an idiot in this suggestion after all.” He conceded, turning to watch the fight.

Not that it was much of a fight. Deidara sighed dramatically in boredom, leaning back against Sasori's shell. “What is this, yeah?” He asked in disgust as the Uchiha's had been staring each other down for almost ten minutes now. “Isn't one of them at least going to do something!?” He begged. “Snails fight quicker than this.”

“They are fighting.” Sasori observed as he watched them. “Their Kekkai Genkai is so strong that the only place they're doing battle is in their minds.”

Deidara made a noise of confusion, focusing in on the two brothers to try to see. “Can you tell who's winning?” He asked curiously.

“If I had to guess I would say…” As he was about to speak Sasuke went flying backwards through the air. He crashed through tree after tree. The forest exploded with the force of it as he collided with the side of the cliff behind him. “Itachi.” Sasori finished with.

“Oh you think, yeah?” Deidara mocked him, running forward into the dust from the explosion to see what was going on. When the dust began to settle he was able to make out the figures. He coughed as he watched Itachi emerge, holding an unconscious Sasuke bridal style. The diadem was very much back on his forehead.

“He's fine.” Itachi said, answering Deidara's question before he answered it. “I just had to get him to calm down.”

“By pounding him into unconsciousness? This isn't usually the method you use, is it?” He asked teasingly. How did Itachi do it? How did he manage to incapacitate Sasuke when they hadn't been able to lay a single hand on him? How powerful was he with these new eyes? How powerful were they both? His eyes narrowed in on Itachi's face then, a steady stream of blood dribbling out of both his mouth and nostrils.

“Was there anything else you needed?” Itachi asked, wiping at his face with the arm he wasn't using to carry Sasuke. Deidara shook his head, for once speechless as Itachi pushed passed him. Just how strong would these two be if they ever chose to work together?

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Sasuke stirred, stretching around a body, faint smile coming to his face as he nuzzled into the warm body underneath him. “That was a cheap shot…” He whispered, head absolutely pounding from the damage he had received from their fight. He felt fuzzy about the details, but remembered flying through the forest. He kept his eyes shut, mouth moving along Itachi's slim neck. “How bad is it?”

“Both of your legs have gashes…” Itachi whispered, voice strained. “And your shoulder was dislocated.”

Sasuke felt the injuries then, frowning as he opened his eyes. “Why didn't you let me heal?” He murmured, rolling on top of Itachi as he grinned down at him. “Think we gave them a good impression?” He asked, fingers trailing through Itachi's silky hair.

“I think you did.” Itachi murmured, watching Sasuke. “You're in a good mood…”

“Why wouldn't I be?” Sasuke asked, but he knew why Itachi might be suspicious. Sasuke hadn't so much as let Itachi touch him in weeks. “We got what we wanted...and I got what I wanted.” He murmured, groaning as he dipped down Itachi's body, feeling up that same hip that he hadn't been able to stop touching since they had gotten off of the ship. “Fuck…” He murmured, his dick hardening almost painfully as he kissed him through his shirt, hearing Itachi hiss. “Is it sore?”

Itachi watched him, silent as Sasuke pushed up his black shirt, revealing the bloody mess underneath it. His breath hitched, licking along the jagged mess he had carved on the ship with a kunai, the gashes revealing something that looked like the Uchiha insignia. “God Itachi…” He managed, mind flashing to after their kiss. He had shoved Itachi below deck...dropped to his knees...and dug his marking into the other's flesh.

Sasuke looked up to watch him, tongue digging into the jagged flesh. “This means you're mine.” He said, because they hadn't said it before disembarking off the ship.

“Really?” Itachi asked. “I thought it meant I was an Uchiha.” He said sarcastically, and Sasuke leapt onto Itachi's hips, surprise lighting up his face when Itachi actually smiled.

“You're happy?” Sasuke asked him, watching Itachi raise an eyebrow.

“Am I not allowed to be?” His brother asked, and Sasuke leaned into him as the other hesitantly grabbed the back of his thighs, hands traveling up to his ass.

“You're not normally.” Sasuke whispered, thrusting softly as Itachi dragged him across his extremely stiff dick. “God...you're hard.” He moaned, surprised as he thrust up against him.

“I always am when it comes to you.” Itachi murmured, leaning up to kiss at Sasuke's naval.

“You weren't...last time...you weren't…” He managed, breaking off as Itachi kissed up his body.

“I was thinking of every possible vile thing from my life that I could replace your face with.” Itachi murmured, making Sasuke raise his eyebrows. Since when was Itachi ever this honest? Since when was he this nice? “Did you not say you would leave if I ever lied to you again?”

“Since when has me threatening to leave ever actually registered to you as a threat?” Sasuke asked him, amused as he leaned in, hovering his face just in front of Itachi's. He made a pleased groan as he was yanked forward into a kiss, Itachi thrusting their bodies together.

“It matters…” Itachi murmured as they kissed, working Sasuke's shirt over his head as they did. He grabbed a kunai from his back pocket, dragging it slowly up Sasuke's side, never enough to cut. “My turn?” He asked him, kissing Sasuke hard, as if asking for permission.

The younger Uchiha could only nod, not used to Itachi being so requesting in bed. Especially not used to the honesty.”Please…” He managed as he was shoved backwards, hands sliding down his chest and stomach. “What got into…” He tried, but Itachi brought the kunai down to the exact spot Sasuke had marked on his own hip, dragging it along and making him hiss out in pain. “Fuck that stings…” He managed, arching up as Itachi continued to drag along his skin. “I thought you didn't want to?” Sasuke had offered on the boat after he had made Itachi let him, and the other hadn't wanted anything to do with it. Itachi's tongue snaked out, lapping at blood pooling on Sasuke's hip bone, causing Sasuke to groan in pleasure. He wondered what it said about him that this was one of his kinks? The younger tried to focus on everything Itachi had said, stomach hitching as he began to panic. What if he was just telling him what he wanted to hear? What if this was an act? How was he ever supposed to know what was real anymore?

Itachi chanced a glance up as his stomach heeved, pulling away to allow Sasuke to scurry across the bed and away from him. His brother sighed, leaning back on his haunches as he licked his bloody mouth. “Do I even want to know what's bothering you?”

“Shouldn't you?” Sasuke asked, holding up his hand. He hadn't taken the ring off since he had forced it onto his finger to calm Itachi down. “Are you just reading me?” He asked, stomach still heaving as he couldn't breathe. “Are you just telling me what I want to hear?” Blood ran down his hipbone, dripping onto the bed in the house they were squatting in. “What's real Itachi?” He asked, a little desperate. “Is this? Or is it that show you put on to everyone? Why do you suddenly care what I want?”

Itachi watched him, as if debating in his mind just what to say. “I had wanted you tonight. Is that somehow so hard for you to comprehend?” He asked, face hardening once more. “Does everything have to end with you questioning me? I let you mark me Sasuke. I've let you know the truth behind our past. I've let you see me, and still you only have questions?” He shook his head. “This has run its…” Sasuke didn't let him finish, refusing to hear the words as he pounced forward.

Sasuke kissed him then, ignoring the grunt of surprise from Itachi as he was tackled on the bed. He sat on his hips as they kissed, fingers working deftly at his brother's waistband. He dragged them down those thin hips, kissing Itachi desperately to ask forgiveness. He pulled back slowly, Itachi's lips a swollen mess underneath him. “This hasn't run its course.” He assured him, hand pressing roughly into the Uchiha sigil on Itachi's hip. “I haven't had my fill of you...not yet.” He pressed harder, nails digging into the wound as Itachi thrust up underneath him. “I wish I could show them all.” He murmured, watching the way Itachi's eyes were dark with lust underneath him as he hurt him, using his other hand to push down between them and grab his cock. “This you...let me have control tonight?” He asked him. “You can screw my brains out tomorrow, but just let me watch you?” He asked, leaning down to kiss him softly. Their lips moved together as Sasuke drew his bloody hand up towards Itachi's forehead, ripping off the forehead protector.

“What are you doing?” Itachi asked against Sasuke's lips as they lazily kissed. “Haven't we already played this game?” He murmured, going to wrap his arms around him before Sasuke reacted, slamming his arms above his head.

“You played it.” Sasuke pointed out. “I haven't…” He was hesitant, fingers tracing up Itachi's arm. His face was questioning as Itachi gave him no hint on whether he wanted it. “Let me?” He begged, using the forehead protector to tie Itachi's hands to the headboard. “Just for tonight…” He restated, kissing him again as Itachi kissed back. Sasuke's shoulders relaxed, groaning then into it as he kissed all over Itachi's cheeks, smiling against it. “I adore you…” He whispered into his neck. “I don't want to fight anymore...I want you to be mine…”

“I'm yours.” Itachi conceded quietly, turning to look at Sasuke as the other layed on his shoulder. “I'm tired too…” He whispered, like they were kids again and whispering secrets after Sasuke had snuck into his bed. “I'm tired of hurting you. I don't mean to. Despite what you must think about me, I care for you more than anything else.”

Sasuke smiled at that, cheeks hot with how happy he felt. “I care about you too.” He mocked him, kissing him as he knew Itachi refused to say it. Sasuke kissed along his neck, marking it up as much as he could as his mouth came to his ear. “I'm going to suck your cock now, is that alright with you?” He taunted, hand gripping Itachi as he felt it pulse in his hand, precum running down the head. “I think that's alright with you…” He groaned, dragging his face over to those dark eyes. The ones that didn't belong to his brother. His hands ran up Itachi's trapped arms. “Then I'm going to crawl up onto your spit soaked cock and sink down on it...taking you in inch by inch.” He whispered dirtily, mouth open and wet on Itachi's as they kissed. He was hard and aching by this point, not knowing how he was going to get through the blow job. “After you beg me to.” He murmured. “After you tell me how much you want me.”

Itachi sighed at that, laying back to look up at his brother. “I want you Sasuke.” He conceded, voice strained with how hard his cock was right now. “As if that isn't obvious to you by now.” He murmured, thrusting his hips and causing Sasuke to groan. “I'll do whatever you ask of me Otouto, don't you realize that?”

Sasuke leaned in, hands cupping Itachi's cheeks as he kissed that perfect mouth. “Would you die for me?” He asked, words dark and wanting.

“In an instant.” Itachi breathed, and Sasuke kissed him deep, not able to help himself as his legs tightened around his hips. He managed to drag himself away, backing up to the end of the bed to pull his own pants off, throwing them across the room as he smiled stupidly at Itachi. “I didn't know my self sacrifice would make you so happy?” He asked, raising a brow as Sasuke continued to smile.

Sasuke bit his lip to try to stop, but he couldn't. “You make me happy.” He said, knowing it was corny. “Despite everything, you always do. I could be in Konoha now. Hell, I could with Orochimaru right now. ...But I'm with you...in bed...and we're going to take over the world.”

“Is that what you're calling sex now?” Itachi asked. “You have gotten bold.” Sasuke's grin only got bigger as Itachi had actually attempted a joke. Was this really his brother? Deep down...after layer after layer was peeled away.

“Shut up Itachi.” Sasuke mocked him, dipping his head down between those legs, taking the entire leaking wet shaft down into his mouth, swallowing around him as he pressed hard into the mark on Itachi's hip. Making the other gasp at the sudden pleasure of it all.

He loved this. This feeling of Itachi submitting to him, even if it was only in the form of him making noises. Every groan sent a wave of pleasure directly to his cock as he sucked him down, bobbing up and down on Itachi's massive cock. He dug his fingers into the mark, using his other hand to cup his swollen testicles, rolling them as he relaxed his throat to allow for Itachi to thrust. What a wonder it was that he had gotten Itachi to tell him everything he had ever wanted, and all he had to do was threaten to leave. No, all he had to do was actually intend to leave. On that ship, before Itachi had told him the truth he had been intending to do just that. Now though? He didn't know if he was getting played. Surely it wasn't beyond Itachi to do this all because he knew what his reaction would be, but he didn't care. Itachi had smiled at him, and he didn't care about anything else.

His tongue pressed into the slit, lapping at the precum he received because of it. He could tell Itachi was getting close. He knew him well enough to know when he was going to cum. Sasuke pulled up slowly, meeting Itachi's eyes as the other yanked on hands in frustration. “Otouto, if this is one of your little lessons, I will make sure you can't sit right for a week.” Itachi growled, and Sasuke kissed the tip of his cock in forgiveness.

“No more lessons tonight Aniki.” He purred, crawling up Itachi's body. “Do you think you're wet enough not to hurt me?” He asked dirtily, keeping his voice that innocent tone he knew his brother loved. He position the tip at his entrance, dragging it back and forth to get himself wet. “Do you think I can just sink right…” Itachi ripped out of his bondings then, one hand on the back of Sasuke's head, and the other on his hip as he thrust him down, fully sheathing him on his cock.

Sasuke screamed at that, taking Itachi into him after so long as his body tried to adjust. He was never able to though as Itachi flipped them around in the bed, pulling almost completely out before thrusting in again, banging the headboard hard against the wall with the force of his thrust. Sasuke struggled to grab onto Itachi, wrapping around him as the bed slammed over and over into the wall. Pleasure coursed down his spine with every angled thrust. Itachi knew exactly where to touch him. He knew exactly how he liked it.

Itachi's hands fisted into Sasuke's hair, grabbing around the diadem as he thrust, the younger drooling by this point as he screamed. “Am I hurting you?” He asked mockingly, face dark and full of lust as he thrust in harder. “Am I wet enough for you?” He asked, pulling up with his hips so that Sasuke's own came off the bed. He thrust hard and deep into him as Sasuke felt like he would lose his mind. “Beg me to let you cum…” Itachi hissed, holding Sasuke's hips up as he thrust at an angle that made him lose his mind, pounding over and over into his prostate as Sasuke screamed. “Beg for it.” He growled, using what Sasuke had said earlier against him.

“Please...please...pl…” He tried, relenting as Itachi kept up his assault. Sasuke was crying with the pleasure and pain of it at. His face was a mess of tears as he pawed at Itachi, not feeling it this good or deep in a long time. Itachi had been scared to touch him...he had been scared to make him feel like this. “Itachi!” He screamed, begging him as the other continued to slam into him.

Itachi grabbed those hands, entwining their fingers as he slammed them above their heads, thrusting deeper if possible, kissing Sasuke then as he pulled out one more time. When he thrust in again he filled Sasuke with warm cum, shuttering above him. Sasuke couldn't hold back anymore, screaming with his pleasure as he shot between their bellies. The sticky mess between them was pungent, the entire room smelling of sex, of this sin between them.

Sasuke's fingers tightened around Itachi as he came back into himself. Both of their chests were heaving from the effort. It wasn't hard to find the mouth above his, kissing him sloppily as Itachi was still sheathed deep inside of him. “You were supposed to let me control…” Sasuke panted, not at all upset that he didn't.

“You were taking too long.” Itachi murmured, breaking away to collapse on top of Sasuke, panting into his neck. “Wanted you…”

“I like you honest like this.” Sasuke mused, exhausted. “It's different...but…” Itachi once more found his mouth before he could continue, pulling out of him with a wet plop, causing Sasuke to hiss. Itachi rolled over onto his back watching the ceiling in thought.

“Deidara trusts you...Sasori is skeptical.” He said, mind thinking and Sasuke frowned as their time was obviously over. Oh well, he supposed it had lasted as long as it could. He rolled over to lay on Itachi's shoulder, sighing in content as fingers traced up and down his spine. “We need to go after Hidan next.”

“Not Kakuzu?” Sasuke asked tiredly, smiling as Itachi kissed his forehead.

“He's easily bought. We can find the money to make it worth his wild, but Hidan is in it for something different.” Itachi murmured, and Sasuke shut his mismatched eyes as the other watched him.

“His religion?” He scoffed. “So we'll give him what he wants. We'll give him death.” Sasuke's ringed hand slid along Itachi's chest, settling just over his heart. “He can help us with Konoha.”

Itachi made a noise of approval, pulling him closer as he took his hand into his own. Sasuke hardly noticed. Itachi kept talking about plans, actually trusting his opinions on the matter, but Sasuke didn't hear. He drifted off in those arms, sated and happy for the first time in months.

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Sasuke grunted as the door opened the next morning, already knowing who it was as he drew the sheet over his head, burying his face under Itachi's arm. ...He hadn't missed this.

“Sparky you're still sleeping!?” Deidara asked him, and Sasuke groaned in disapproval at being woken up so early. The sun hadn't even fully risen yet.

“Go away Dei…” He tried, mouthing along Itachi's chest as he found available flesh there. “Busy.”

“Yeah...I can see that.” Deidara muttered, and Sasuke knew he would be looking at him disapprovingly. “I also heard it. I'm surprised the bed isn't broken.”

“Go away Dei…” Sasuke stressed more vehemently, chancing a glance up towards Itachi to see the other looked more than a little annoyed. Itachi met his eyes and Sasuke smiled at him, kissing along his breastbone. “Morning…”

Deidara groaned in disgust. “You two are sickening when you're in good moods.” He said, and Sasuke grunted as he was grabbed around the waist, being pulled back and away from Itachi just before he kissed him. “Up and at em Sparky!”

“Dei!” Sasuke snapped, undignified as he was pulled against Deidara's chest, and did the blond want to be murdered? “Let me go!” He grunted as Deidara rubbed his knuckles into his spikes.

“But you're so cute when you're like this! My little Sparky is back! The one with the lovey dovey looks, yeah?” He cheered, and Sasuke elbowed him in the ribs, scrambling back just in time to have Itachi yank him back in possessiveness, his brother slowly dragging the sheet over Sasuke's cock, glaring daggers at Deidara as he held him.

Sasuke couldn't really focus on Itachi though, not when he had looked up to yell at Deidara, and seen the look on his face. “What?” He asked, Deidara going very pale. “Dei what?” He asked him more desperately, looking over at Itachi to make sure the other wasn't going to do anything rash.

“Sasuke…” Deidara said, and Sasuke was pretty sure it was the first time he had ever said his name. “What happened to you?” The actual concern in Deidara's voice took him aback, and he stared at him confused. “Did you do that to him?” Deidara hissed at Itachi, face livid. “You don't hurt him enough as it is? Now you have to do that!?” He yelled, and Sasuke felt the arms around him tighten.

“It wasn't me.” Itachi said, voice cold and icy at the insinuation. “Kisame did it.” Oh...that. Sasuke looked down at his stomach to the scar...the closest he had ever come to death.

“Fuck...Damn you Uchihas.” Deidara hissed, but he had the same look on his face. “You're going to get him killed someday Itachi!” He snapped at him. “He would be dead right now if it weren't for his eye, yeah?” He spat, the mouths in his hands hissing in anger. “You did that!” He motioned to Sasuke's stomach, only looking at Itachi. “Bastard Uchiha…” He grumbled, going to turn to stomp out of the room. He paused, looking over his shoulder as his face was still livid. “Oh yeah...we've got company. A team from the Hidden Leaf is a half day away. Might want to get on that.” He snapped, slamming the door behind him.

Sasuke was just staring in shock at the door, not knowing which part to be more surprised about. He supposed it wasn't unreasonable to think that after Kakashi that Konoha would be tracking them. What was more surprising was the way Deidara had reacted. He blinked after him, slowly turning to look at Itachi. “What was that about?” He asked his brother, noticing how Itachi's face was a mask. “`Tachi?” He asked, turning around to face him, hand roaming through his hair. “Why was he so upset?”

Itachi glared at him at that. “Why do you think Otouto?” He asked. “Anyone with eyes can tell that is a death wound. Kisame killed you. I let it happen. That's what he's upset about.” He shoved Sasuke off him, getting up and pulling on his clothes. “As if they needed another reason to think I abuse you.”

“Itachi...nobody thinks that.” Sasuke said, eyebrow raised. “Dei just hates you, and Sasori hates you because you tried to kill him.”

Itachi rolled his eyes. “You're such an idiot sometimes. Get dressed. We need to assess the situation.”

“With the Leaf Shinobi?” Sasuke asked, not making a move to leave the bed as he watched Itachi, the other scooping up his shirt. “He said half a day...we have time.”

“As if I would fuck you right now.” Itachi hissed at him, and Sasuke flinched, eyes narrowing.

“I hate you.” Sasuke hissed at him, because Itachi was doing the same damn thing he always did. “You only have the capacity to be a decent human when you want to get your dick wet.” He accused, assuming Itachi was about to say something heart wrenching.

“I didn't mean it like that.” Itachi murmured, rolling his eyes. “I just meant that they can obviously hear everything. He just saw what you look like without your clothes on Sasuke, he knows how hurt you are.”

“Hurt?” Sasuke asked, staring down at his stomach. “I was `hurt' months ago Itachi.” He said. “I was hurt when Naruto was taking care of me, and when you weren't even looking. This damn scar you're obsessed with isn't me being hurt, but I can see where you might feel guilty.” He did get out of the bed then, grabbing for his clothes. “Since when have you cared about what people think about us? What are you ashamed now to touch me?”

“Yes.” Itachi said quietly, and Sasuke stiffened at the words, frozen with his head halfway through his shirt.

“Excuse me?” He asked him, glaring as Itachi dragged the shirt the rest of the way over his head. “You're ashamed of me?”

Itachi watched him for a moment, as if debating how big of a fight he wanted to make this. “We're stuck with them, and they care about you. They think I hurt you.”

“You do hurt me.” Sasuke pointed out. “You always have, but it has never mattered before.” He sighed, hands reaching out to run up Itachi's body. “You made a mistake by not protecting me, by not looking for me, but I forgive you. It's the only way to move past this so I forgive you.” He leaned in close. “But say you're ashamed of me one more time Aniki, and I'll never let you touch me again, understood?”

Sasuke stood there as Itachi's fingers traced down his neck, letting him tilt his head up towards him. He kept his eyes calm, daring Itachi to argue. “Demanding, aren't you Otouto?” He asked him. “Don't you care at all that you get fucked on a daily basis by your older brother?”

“Daily basis?” Sasuke asked. “If only I could be so lucky.” He mocked, watching Itachi closely, daring him to make a move. “I don't care what they think of us. Deidara and Sasori have known since day one when you gave me a handjob in front of them, so you claiming to be shy now is sort of bullshit. If you feel guilty about Kisame then do something about it, and don't let it happen again. But stop picking goddamn fights!” He yelled, turning on his heel, and leaving the room. Stupid selfish bastard…

Sasori looked up as he came out, and Sasuke sneered at the look of worry on his face. Clearly Deidara had been talking. “I'm fine...thanks.” He said sarcastically. “Shouldn't you be more concerned about your own lives? I'm handling mine just fine.”

“Yeah...you always handle things fine.” Sasori muttered at him. “I made you breakfast.”

“You cooked for me?” Sasuke asked, raising an eyebrow in surprise. “You don't even eat.”

Sasori shrugged, motioning to Deidara. “He does.” He said, as if it were obvious.

“Sasori my man, always spoiling me.” Deidara joked, and Sasuke's eyes narrowed in on the way Deidara swept his hand through that shaggy red hair. “It's pretty good actually Sparky, you should keep your strength up if you're going to be participating in so many...activities, yeah?” He mocked him.

“Back to mocking my sex life?” Sasuke asked. “I almost missed it...don't like when you get so serious.”

Deidara's grin faded a bit, looking back to Sasori as if to confirm something as he nodded. He glanced back at Sasuke and his face was a mask of death. “How's this for serious? If you get hurt again because of him...we'll kill him. I don't care that I might not be a match for the high and mighty Uchiha prodigy, I'll do it anyways.” He stepped closer. “He doesn't deserve you.” He said quietly, before his face switched back to normal and he smacked him hard across the head. “Sparky, you look so damn stupid with that thing on your skull. Take it off, you're more fun without it.”

Sasuke tried to comprehend what he had just heard, holding his head and glaring. “Stop hitting me asshole. Keep your damn paws to yourself.”

“Says our little puppy of the group.” Deidara mocked right back, ducking as Sasuke grabbed the pan full of eggs and chucked them at his head. “Hey! Those were good eggs, yeah? Sasori is going to kick your pale Uchiha ass for that!”

“Enough!” Sasori yelled at them both. “I can't handle the two of your together. The enemy is less than a day away, and you're squabbling like children! Sasuke, do you want to handle this?”

Sasuke frowned at just the thought, grabbing a piece of bacon as he munched on it. “Do you know which team was sent?”

Sasori sighed. “And why would I know that Sasuke?” He asked him, and Sasuke could just feel the disapproval in the air.

“I'll go.” Itachi said, finally coming out of the room as he watched them all. “We need to keep Sasuke a secret for as long as possible.”

Deidara scoffed under his breath. “You mean you want to keep him from them for as long as possible.”

Itachi glowered at the blond. “You think so? Well then the two of you go. You and Sasuke if you want to handle him all on your own.” He glanced towards Sasuke. “Don't kill them Otouto, it'll be a hassle.”

Sasuke frowned at Itachi, because he was sure he was going to give him the out. He didn't want to face them...not after Naruto and Kakashi. Itachi damn well knew that too. “I don't…”

“I can handle your little brother.” Deidara stated. “Leave the diadem on, we'll be fine, yeah? He doesn't always need to rely on the fox.” As he said that Deidara threw a shuriken as hard as he could at Sasuke's face, grinning as Sasuke barely got his hands up to catch it before it took out his cheekbone. “You see, he's still a prodigy even without his chakra.”

“You asshole! What the hell…” Sasuke was cut off by Itachi.

“Fine. Take him.” He glanced towards Sasuke. “Take your sword.” He said, motioning him close. Sasuke looked around the room, before slowly walking over to his brother. He knew Itachi was aware how very little he wanted to do this, just like he knew the bastard didn't care either way. Itachi leaned in to kiss him when Sasuke got close, obviously doing it for Sasori and Deidara's benefit. “Do you understand what I want from you?” He asked him, and Sasuke nodded, because strangely enough he did understand.

“They hate me.” He told Itachi. “I won't be of any benefit.” He looked around the room, thinking that of the four of them he might be the only one that would be.

“Just get one.” Itachi said, and Sasuke nodded, leaning up to kiss him again as he could practically feel Sasori rolling his eyes. “Ready asshole?” He asked Deidara, chucking the shuriken back at the bastard as the other barely blocked.

“Always ready for you my little Sparky!” Deidara mocked, and Sasuke saw him give Sasori a meaningful wink before they both headed out to meet the shinobi of the leaf.

Sasuke and Deidara ran through the trees, and Sasuke was almost wistful for how they used to be. How many missions just like this had they gone on together? He glanced towards Deidara questioningly. “Can I ask you a question?” He started, pushing off of the tree as they sped towards the leaf shinobi.

“Didn't you already?” Deidara mocked, grinning as he winked at him. “Sure Sparky...shoot. We all know how good you are at that.”

“Do you think Sasori gets bored?” He asked, pushing faster. “Do you get bored?”

Deidara made a face. “No. I am not giving you relationship advice.” He said, disgusted. “We are not those kind of friends. Here's my advice...lose the psychopath. Other than that I do not want to hear about it.”

Sasuke glared at his back, feeling embarrassed for even asking. “Why do you hate him so much anyways? What the hell has he ever done to you?”

“You mean other than putting my man into a coma?” Deidara asked sarcastically, bitter resentment obviously still present. “You're not going to win me over with that one. You're the only one he has ever given a shit about, so don't expect for him to have friends.”

He bit his lip at that, trying to hide a smile, but failing as he watched Deidara roll his eye again. “Shut up.” He grumbled, speeding up to pass him. “How did Sasori know about this anyways?”

“Spies.” Deidara said, as if it were obvious. “He's got them everywhere. This one sent over a pigeon with the information. It's one of his newer ones, but Sasori seems to trust him.”

“Don't think you should trust anyone these days.” Sasuke mused.

“Oh?” Deidara asked, eyeing him playfully. “Should we trust you?”

“Probably not.” Sasuke admitted. “If it were you or Itachi, I'd choose my brother anytime.”

“Would he?” Deidara asked curious. “Would he ever choose you over any of his plans?”

“He left the Akatsuki for me.” Sasuke pointed out. “He's not the devil you think he is.”

Deidara scoffed at that. “Sparky...he really is.” He stressed, grinning at him as they rounded a corner. “They should be here soon...if the calculations were correct.” He thought, stopping at a tree and creating a clay bird to send up. “Find them…” He told it as he tossed it up to fly away. “So what did Itachi mean back there?” Deidara asked. “He has a plan, yeah?”

Sasuke eyed him, debating how much to reveal. “Recruitment…” He finally conceded with.

Deidara raised his eyebrows. “From Konoha? Really? That's ballsy.” He put his finger to his chin. “There is some talent there though, and they'd be less likely to betray us. ...I mean unless they're Uchihas.”

Sasuke rolled his mismatched eyes. “Harr harr...you're so funny.” He sneered. “Why didn't you want him to take the diadem off?” He asked him then. “You aren't scared, are you?” He grinned. “Admit it...I kicked your ass.”

“I let you win, yeah?” Deidara assured him. “I wanted my little Sparky to have some confidence.” Deidara looked up at him, and Sasuke watched his face change. “Sasuke behind you!” He managed, and Sasuke went to turn around, eyes wide as he barely managed to get his fingers up before a chakra laced piano wire wrapped around his neck, yanking him backwards against a body. He watched with wide fearful eyes as a man came down in front of Deidara, slashing through his stomach and sending him flying backwards as Sasuke screamed.

“Dei!” He yelled, trying to yank on the wire as it held him close. “Deidara!” He screamed, eyes wide and fearful as the man in the Akatsuki cloak turned around, and he saw the orange mask of Tobi. No. No. “DEIDARA!?” He screamed, fighting as Tobi walked closer. “You bastard, what did you do!? What the hell did you do!?”

Tobi grabbed his mask, slowly dragging it up to reveal spikey black Uchiha hair, and a scarred face. His eye was red with the sharingan, the one he had. “Sasuke Uchiha...the brat that has caused me problem after problem.” He said, anger and annoyance lacing his face. “So nice to see you again”

“What's so nice about it?” Sasuke sneered, fighting against the person holding him, not able to see anything besides a cloak covering his face. “Why would you do that to Deidara?”

“Why?” Obito asked him then. “Because he betrayed me of course. It wasn't hard to get the misinformation to Sasori, but I had hoped he would have come as well. Don't worry.” Obito murmured. “He may not be dead yet. To his dismay.” He sheathed his sword behind his back. “The poison my sword is dipped in will eat away his insides. Pity...he made me laugh.”

“Sasori will kill you.” Sasuke hissed, angry tears coming to his eyes. “I don't care who you are.”

“Sasori? But not Itachi?” Obito asked, walking closer to grab onto Sasuke's chin. “Aren't you going to tell me all the horrible things your brother will do to me?”

Sasuke glared into that one eye, the matching one currently in Itachi's face. “You know my Aniki, so do I really need to tell you how stupid this is?” He asked.

Obito shrugged. “Maybe...but he needs to be taught a lesson.” He gripped Sasuke's chin hard. “He hurt someone important to me. He took something from me. I plan to hurt him equally as bad.”

“You don't know how bad you've screwed up.” Sasuke said, eyes hard. He had no way to fight this, not with the diadem on.

“I screwed up?” Obito asked, surprise on his scarred face. “Itachi tried to overthrow me, and he let you out into the open completely unprotected.” His hand roamed over the diadem. “Very unprotected...just what did you do to him to warrant this?” He asked, and Sasuke realized that Obito didn't yet know about the kyuubi. It was the only card he had to play, but he had no way to get the diadem off.

“I pissed him off.” Sasuke hissed.

Obito grinned. “Yes, well...you usually do. To think he could be brought to heel by a worthless brat. You ruined him. You made him feel. Such a disappointment.”

Sasuke's heart was pounding, trying to turn his face away as Obito grabbed his hair. “He could kill you anyday. You're nothing compared to him.”

“Lies.” Obito growled. “Besides, I told you this isn't about killing him. This is about teaching him a lesson. I considered killing you and leaving your body rotting on the ground, but that wouldn't be enough. Not for what the two of you did.” He hissed. “So I contacted an old friend.” He grinned widely. “Someone I know who is just dying to see you Sasuke.” He motioned behind him, and Sasuke's eyes turned back in time for a hood to be drawn back, and for Kabuto's face to be revealed.

“Kabuto?” He asked, fear lighting up his spine. “Why? Why are you working with the Akatsuki?”

Kabuto yanked on the cord, causing Sasuke to choke out in pain as his neck began to bleed. “Revenge.” He said. “And because my Master bid me to.”

Master? No. No… “He's dead.” Sasuke said, assuring himself more than anything. “I killed him. He's dead!”

“He's really not.” Kabuto assured him. “But he's very excited to see you Sasuke, after all you did the last time you were there.” He threatened, voice always pleasant. “He was barely alive when I found him, and I had to do the body jump right then and there. It wasn't his first choice though. Three years later and I managed to find his vessel.” Sasuke's eyes were wide as he listened. “He's so eager to have you back.”

“I have to consent.” Sasuke hissed at him, knowing there was no way he could defend himself.

“After hours alone with Lord Orochimaru…” Kabuto whispered in his ear. “I have no doubt you'll consent...he has that effect on people.” Sasuke paled, remembering the last time.

“I told Orochimaru to have his fun with you.” Obito said. “I can't wait to see Itachi's face when he realizes the only person he's ever loved has been raped over and over, and then taken over by that snake.” He leaned in. “You shouldn't have betrayed me, and you shouldn't have touched Kakashi.” He said, voice deadly before he punched him as hard as he could. Sasuke felt his nose breaking before everything went black.

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