Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Dead By Eclipse ❯ Chapter 15
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Sheol 
Warning: chapter contains actual sex and possible obscene language.
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Suspense / Romance / Hentai / Angst | Type: Shounen-ai | Uploaded On: 05.04.2009 | Pages: 6 | Words: 9.5K | Visits: 260 | Status: Completed
Warning: chapter contains actual sex and possible obscene language.
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Suspense / Romance / Hentai / Angst | Type: Shounen-ai | Uploaded On: 05.04.2009 | Pages: 6 | Words: 9.5K | Visits: 260 | Status: Completed
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.
Editor’s Note: Souji likes the look of centered titles, they make him happy :3
A/N: A special thank you to all the reviewers! I love reading your reviews so much! I've really enjoyed writing this story, and I hope you guys enjoyed reading it every bit as much.
A special thank you to Souji for beta-ing this story. :) Wonderful job.
Warning: chapter contains actual sex and possible obscene language.
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"So the ANBU couldn’t find any more information?" Kakashi queries, his voice giving away his disappointment as he and Tsunade stroll slowly down the hospital's wide hall.
The tired blonde to his left lets out a sigh of frustration as she wipes at the sheen of sweat forming along her brow. She had been going over piles of reports all morning and yet it seemed as if she had not gotten much further in her quest for information.
"We have an anonymous Sound Ninja, who was most likely there to bring Sasuke to Orochimaru. We also have the bounty hunter Crimson, who I am assuming was there to stalk the Jane Doe to the Sound and then collect Orochimaru's bounty..." Tsunade pauses, her expression deepening as her frown turns serious, "But… I have no idea why the Akatsuki were there, and what they would want with Sasuke."
"Something has been bothering me about this whole situation." Kakashi speaks thoughtfully, stroking his chin. His body comes to an abrupt halt, as does Tsunade’s beside him. There is a momentary pause before Tsunade’s eyes move to meet Kakashi’s, his expression serious, "Do you remember what Crimson said when we first found her in the forest?"
The blonde woman merely shakes her head slowly, racking her brain desperately to remember the dying woman’s words. It is of little use, as piles of reports later, she had considered herself lucky to remember the name alone. After a signaling glance, Kakashi continues, his doubts growing with every word, "Crimson said, 'We came from the rain. That's where we found Sasuke.' That implies Crimson was traveling with the Sound Ninja."
"I thought you said Crimson would never work with Orochimaru..." Tsunade’s voice is stern as she speaks, her brows furrowing in frustration. After a momentary pause her expression lightens at the sudden connection, "Unless she didn’t know that the Jane Doe was a Sound Ninja... The only thing marking her as such was the curse seal. That would explain why their path was leading towards Konoha instead of the Sound... The Jane Doe planned to betray her partner first."
There is a nod of affirmation from Kakashi, "But that still doesn't explain why Sasuke was traveling with them in the first place. Nor why the Akatsuki were targeting Sasuke. Why did the Jane Doe pick Konoha to travel towards instead of some other village, if it was truly just to betray her partner? We never posted a bounty on Sasuke."
Long fingers rise, absently rubbing at the tension that had been forming beneath her temples, "I don't have a clue. This whole run-around is giving me a headache..." Letting out a small sigh, she couldn’t help but think,
‘I could really use some sake right now.’
As if in silent agreement, the silver haired man beside her also lets out a sigh, his head bowing in unspoken frustration, "Perhaps we will never know." Kakashi tilts his head towards a hospital door a few paces away, "It's been over a week now, is Naruto really still injured?"
A frown creases the lines of Tsunade’s face, a certain regret only serving to deepen the lines, "He was on the brink of death when you brought him here… The kid heals so quickly... All of his injuries healed a couple of days ago, but..." Her eyes had been downcast, images of Naruto’s face flitting through her subconscious. After a moment, her gaze rises to meet Kakashi's, their eyes locked in flash of concern, "Something happened in those woods... Something Naruto refuses to talk about... He's been depressed ever since then."
Kakashi simply remains silent, his eyes scanning the bleak aura that seems to seep forth from Naruto's desolate door, "I see... then perhaps we should visit him."
There is a small nod on Tsunade’s part as they both move slowly towards Naruto's closed door. They slide the door open quietly, not wanting to disturb the boy. When a flash of yellow catches their eye, it lasts only a second before Naruto quickly hides it beneath his hospital covers. His innocent blue eyes gape up at them joyfully. All the while the dark circles beneath are threatening to encompass his under eye area entirely. A large lopsided grin claims his oily face, and a hand comes up to run through the locks of blonde hair that appears as though it has enjoyed a week of free reign.
"Hey guys! Whatcha you up to?" He chides merrily, despite his rather disheveled appearance.
The woman’s eyes merely slide over him in confusion, this not being at all what she expected, "Well... I see you’re feeling better."
"Yep! Nothing’s gonna keep me down!" Naruto says, in his usual overly enthusiastic tone, all the while his fist pumping the air confidently. Kakashi’s eyes shift to Tsunade, merely shaking his head, a small smile visible by the folds of his mask.
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(A/N: Second day after Sasuke arrived back at the cavern with Itachi and Kisame)
Kisame and I are sitting on his bed, the silence overwhelming us. My eyes cast in a distant gaze towards his floor, still dejected over Itachi's recent cold demeanor towards me. I realize though, the sorrow that now truly stings my heart is the knowledge that I had Itachi's love... I had it, and I lost it all because of my foolish pride. The mere thought that Itachi loved me sinks into my stomach, bittersweet, only further fueling the nausea of my regret. Knowing that I threw it all away, because I desired a love that was more tangible... Because the type of love Itachi offered wasn't good enough for me...
Salty tears sting my dark eyes, causing them to appear red and puffy. Quickly, I hide the shameful display behind my already quivering palms, not wanting to cause myself anymore unnecessary embarrassment.
I unconsciously shift the weight of my body against Kisame’s bed, lost in thoughts of what I could have done differently, and how things would be now if I hadn’t been so foolish... Thoughts of Itachi and I… together. I bite my lip, trying to redirect my thoughts, from the sharp pain of loss to the dull pain of existence, of humanity. I hear a deep sigh next to me, followed by Kisame's gruff voice,
"Listen, Kid. Don't be so upset. Just give Itachi space, he'll come around."
"No! He won't…" My voice cracks, as a result of my throat, tight from the tears. A few more slide unhindered down my cheeks, and I can feel as my body continues to shake with all my shame, "I've lost him, and it's all your fault! If we hadn't tried to trick him..." I can feel the surge of misdirected anger quiver through me, affecting every bit of me, right down to the whisper that I cannot bring myself to finish…
Kisame remains silent, his presence one of practiced calm beside me. There is a frown etched into his indigo face as he speaks, "Well, there's nothing between us, is there?" His tone is a little too harsh, and it feels almost berating in my pathetic state, "I was only turned on by the potential of danger, by the situation, not by you personally. And I would imagine that you were only turned on because of Itachi's presence. Am I right?"
My balled fists rise, desperately brush away the tears so that I can face him, but the tightness in my throat refuses to disperse. The agony at Itachi's rejection squeezes at my heart once again, as a flash of his stoic, icy face flashes through my head, the compression in my chest only allowing a breathless "Yes" to escape my swollen lips.
"Look at me, Kid." Kisame demands sternly, eyeing my hidden face, "I said, ‘Look at me!’"
I slowly slide my quivering hands down my slick face, my reddened eyes meeting his in a tormented gaze. Unconsciously, I begin to bite down on my bottom lip again, hiding the previous damage I’d already done to it. Kisame's pinpoint black eyes meet mine in disappointment, his frown still displayed clearly across his shark-like features.
"I have my doubts that Itachi will give up so easily, Kid."
But what if Itachi does give up? My inner voice ventures, asking that burning question that my lips dare not speak aloud. Again, the anguish that this mere thought brings is too much to bear. I squeeze my burning eyes shut, and imagine myself beside Itachi every day acting out my part as a member of Akatsuki. Sleeping with him in the same warm bed... and never being able to touch him.
Without thinking, I grab a hold of Kisame's cloak. My slender fingers wrap tightly around the fabric and pull him desperately towards me, my lips crushing roughly against his with the quick and ungraceful movement. I can feel his body stiffening beneath my touch, his lips inactive and awkward against my own. I beg silently for this expression of need to bring some sort of relief from the pain. My only thoughts being that perhaps, if I can lose myself in this moment, then my love for Itachi will fade into nothing more than a distant memory and I can forget this hellish nightmare.
After a moment, I can feel large hands firmly gripping my shoulders, gently pushing me away from Kisame's large form. Slowly, I open my tear-streaked eyes to meet Kisame's, not really caring what he thinks of me… Although… I am still surprised when I don’t see any anger evident in his shark-like features. Kisame releases my shoulders, before returning to his casual half-sitting position. His hands rest on his legs, while he stares absently into the distance.
The kid isn't even blushing from the kiss... He must be really fucked up right now to do something that he doesn't even enjoy. "Why did you-?"
I cut off Kisame's inquiry with my own, "Why didn't you kiss back? You were enjoying it back on the couch."
Kisame snorts. "I already told you, I’m turned on by danger, not you. I like the adrenaline rush from danger as much as I like dismembering my victim’s bodies with Samehada." Kisame smirks wickedly at the memories, his razor sharp teeth glinting to match the wild look in his eyes. "Besides, Itachi’s my best friend."
"I want this." My voice quivers, despite the firmness of my statement, all the while anguish threatening to break my resolve.
I slip the dark cloak off of my small frame, revealing an ocean of soft, alabaster skin beneath a black mesh shirt. I glance back up at him, my eyes desperate and tormented. Fresh tears glisten in the corners of those eyes, and my uncertainty and lack of desire for him are clouded out by pathetic human need. I move onto my knees and crawl across the bed towards him, repositioning my small frame to mold against his. My arms are draped loosely around his neck as I sit on his lap. Beneath me, his body is rigid out of what I can only imagine is nervous tension. Tugging at the broad neck part of his Akatsuki cloak, I finally free his cerulean neck… Slowly, my lips press lightly against that neck, in brief chaste kisses, my silent tears falling down the soft curve of my cheek only to join in kissing the indigo neck... the only indication of my agony.
Kisame blinks a bit at this, a look of mild astonishment registering across his usually calm features. His thoughts are unreadable. However, there is not a part of me that cares what his thoughts are. The only thing I want now is to lose myself in another person's body, to forget what Itachi's skin felt like against me, what his kiss was like... and what loving him was like.
My voice begs him, my one desire on the tip of my tongue, to be free of this unrequited love.
"I want to forget all about Itachi. Make me forget…"
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(A/ N: sepia is a color that is brownish-gray; pensive means deep in thought)
Itachi stalks up the dimly lit stairs, his footsteps silent as he climbs step after step. The soft shadows play across his passive expression, causing his beauty to appear in almost sepia tones, but his mental state is pensive, as Kisame's words from last night are plaguing his mind chewing through his every thought. Itachi knew he was right; although, he would never admit it for the sake of his pride.
“If you kill your brother's emotions... then you kill his love for you as well.”
Itachi's expression remains still, appearing void of all the thoughts clashing in his mind. He has never been one to give sway to sentiment, nor is he one to choose emotion over logic. In the wake of his rational mind, a wall of apathy was erected ensuring such feelings would never taint pure reason. Being a creature of logic, he had realized this at a young age.
“Next time you see your little brother, tell me you see 'strong' in how he writhes from your torment.”
Itachi stops dead in his tracks, his ears picking up the minute sounds easily. His slight surprise is apparent, and his eyebrow rises in question. He quickly shakes away the curiosity, his assumptions drawing him to investigate. Slinking closer, he listens intensely, his head tilting towards Kisame's bedroom door so as to not be mistaken... There was no mistake, the sound of soft moans and pants were definitely penetrating the wooden door.
His sharingan initiates almost immediately, as sharp crimson eyes narrow ever so slightly. His fingers tighten into fists, causing his violet-lacquered fingernails to dig into his soft palms. Behind the vibrant glow of his enraged sharingan, calculating thoughts flitted back and forth, as he began to plan his every move.
"Tell your brother he had better wash my bed sheets after he's done."
Itachi's head snaps towards the gruff voice that had come from his left. There stood Kisame, right beside him. Itachi shook his head slightly, blinking in utter shock, as he takes in the tall indigo form standing beside him… in the hallway. Itachi glances past him to see that the attic door a bit further down the hallway is open. His still sharingan eyes scan his partner, darting down to the items in Kisame's hands. The goods consisted of two wine glasses, a bottle of aged red wine, and a brown hand bag. Itachi directs his composed gaze towards his partner’s, parting his lips in preparation for his question. Kisame merely smirks wickedly before shoving the items into Itachi's unexpecting hands before he begins down the hallway again.
"Enjoy!" Kisame calls a little too enthusiastically, already halfway to the staircase, leaving a devious laugh left in his wake.
Itachi casts his questioning eyes back towards the door, a perfectly arched eyebrow rising once more as the sound of soft moans and pants drift through the door towards him, beckoning him forth. He pauses momentarily to maneuver the objects in his hands, before quietly pushing the door open. Itachi stops dead in front of the partially open door, taking in the erotic scene before him as though he is entranced. His face remains composed and impassive, but it is his eyes that give him away… Sharingan tinted by a glint of insatiable lust.
Itachi's thin lips part in shock, watching in anticipation as his brother’s small, unaware body arches wantingly into the air, the mesh shirt clinging slickly to the boy’s flushed pale skin.
My thin, hairless legs are parted indecently across Kisame’s silk sheets, my bare pelvis thrusting desperately into my delicate fingers. Gripping my desire hard, I allow it a few graceful pumps, before pausing and panting... waiting for the desire to build only further.
Itachi wets his dry lips, sliding his tongue over them in a single fluid swipe. Those eyes taking in how his younger brother’s head is tilted back in pleasure with every thrust.
My eyes are clamped shut in avid concentration, as I try to keep decent timing with my thrusts, all the while trying not to get too swept away in the throes of passion, not wanting to cum prematurely.
The elder Uchiha silently crosses the room, his crimson eyes watching in what would appear to be calm interest. He quietly set the items on the desk next to the bed, his eyes never leaving his otouto. Itachi's expression remains fixed calmly on Sasuke, giving an appearance that would be more appropriate if he were reading the news, rather than watching his younger brother masturbate.
Not being one to sit on the sidelines, he carefully leans in, his body arching over me as he reaches his delicate fingers towards the creamy skin of my abdomen.
"I-Itachi…" I moan out his name. The name of my one desire, the one I so desperately wish to forget. If I can just lose myself in this moment... then perhaps I can lose my desire for him as well...
His slender fingers pause only inches from that seemingly forbidden flesh. Itachi’s contemplative, lusty eyes slowly slide up the boy’s milky white skin, its perfection only offset by the clinging, sweaty mesh shirt. They cross the sensuous curve of Sasuke’s arching back, before moving down to his bare, pale cheeks. Itachi blinks a few times, confirming his suspicions as he watches the so-called ‘sweat’ run down his brother’s flushed face.
"Itachi... Please..." I moan out, my pleas mingled with my muffled sobs of desperation.
"Please what, Otouto?" A smooth, teasing reply echoes through the drafty room.
My eyes fling open quickly at the unexpected reply. My complete and utter shock must be apparent enough, as it procures a brief flash of amusement through Itachi’s eyes, which I am lucky enough to catch, just as he pulls his shirt over his head. My eyes skate down his pale flesh, as I realize that this article of clothing that is being removed… is the last piece that is keeping that gorgeous form from my prying eyes. Tossing the shirt aside easily, he climbs lightly onto the bed. My body tenses as he moves ever closer and my fatigued muscles are aching from the sudden contraction. Frozen to the spot, my eyes remained glued to my brother’s immaculate nude form, as he maneuvers himself to straddle me.
"W-What are you doing in my room?!" My breath catches, and I’m flustered as I feel the silky skin of his thighs brushing against my own…
Itachi's nimble fingers slide beneath his younger brother’s sweat and tear-slicked mesh shirt, gliding over Sasuke’s slick skin, before deftly pulling it over the boy’s head. Freeing that body from the last pesky article of clothing, “You mean…Kisame's room?" Itachi mumbles, his voice soft, hushed… but still restrained as his lithe form grinds lightly, teasingly against the younger Uchiha’s. All the while, his lips slide down, his teeth brushing against that exposed neck, suckling upon it brutally. The effect of Itachi’s actions causing red welts to begin to form, standing in stark contrast to the boy’s crème colored flesh.
I stare, dazed at how easily the black tresses ghost the soft dip of Itachi's neck, watching as they cascade over the creamy expanse of his muscular back. The toned muscles of his body contract beneath the skin’s surface, as his skilled fingers expertly caress the length of my sides, momentarily detouring to tweak my nipples before coming to rest on my defined hipbones. His mere touch was causing tingles of pleasure to shoot through my body, only adding to the tension that was already building in my abdomen. I shake my head quickly, tossing away the last bits of reverie that the electric jolts of pleasure has mostly rid me of. Sliding those long fingers up my body once again, I can’t help but watch as my aniki begins to rub at the small nubs again. After a moment he dips his head into the crook of my neck, leaving a trail of chaste kisses before he reaches my ear. He allows his tongue to trace the shell of my ear, the visual stimulation of the situation alone, almost too much for me to bear.
"It's been a while, Otouto." I can feel his voice, breathed calmly into my ear.
I let out a heated moan, my body simultaneously arching into Itachi's skillful ministrations. Reaching up, my hand trails up Aniki’s elegant frame. With my palms pressed against his chest, I can feel every movement of his muscles beneath the surface. My dominant hand though, ventures forth, threading its fingers into the soft curtain of my brother’s midnight locks, while the left remains stationary. I can’t help but jump slightly as I feel him lean back, his hands parting my thin legs before moving them to rest atop his own thighs. Scooting forward, I can feel his erection rubbing gently at my entrance, and the dull pressure that had been slowly forming in my abdomen this entire time spikes, causing as rush of images from our previous encounters to flash before my eyes as they flutter shut. Without thinking, my legs wrap tightly around Itachi's toned waist before I attempt to slam his pre-cum slicked, hardened member into me.
I let out a sultry moan, an inescapable pleasure shooting through my entire being as I feel him enter me. I can’t help but desire more… even further physical contact, but also the release of a deeper sensation… I’ve been missing this kind of attention, the attention that he has been forsaking me as of late, and I can’t help but begin to rock my hips forward eagerly, in tiny thrusting motions for the mere sensation of flesh on flesh.
Suddenly, I feel Itachi grip my hips harshly, the tips of his violet lacquer fingernails digging into the surface of my flawless pale flesh. A pause, an exchanged glance, before I feel him pull out, thrusting into me anew. His actions are rough, yet simultaneously controlled and a soft sigh escapes my lips, my body arching of its own accord into his affections. Leaning slightly forward, my legs still straddling his thighs, I rest my slender arms around his shoulders. I nuzzle my face into the soft dip of the crook of his neck, enjoying the feeling of his silk-like skin against my own. Itachi's undisturbed, even breaths brush past my ear, tickling the soft hairs of my skin as our bodies move in one constant, synchronized movement. The room is filled with the sound of my soft moans, and the occasional creak of Kisame’s bed.
Without warning, I lean further forward, shifting my weight just enough to push Itachi onto his back. My body remains straddling him, as I seize control of the situation, wanting desperately to see his face flushed by the heat of the moment, to hear his voice, sensually moaning out my name. I rake my eyes over his beautiful body, taking in the milk-white flesh of his perfectly chiseled chest, his well toned abdomen with its contracting muscles and finally the base of what I knew to be his hardened member, as he thrusts into me again and again. Leaning forward, I press my lips to his, gently at first, stifling a moan as the erotic display shoots through my head once more. I start to pull away, just in time for his hand to raise, pushing the back of my head towards him once more, as his mouth meets mine hotly. Simultaneously, I feel Itachi’s fingers grip me harder as he burrows his desire even deeper into me. I’m sure that there will be bruises tomorrow…
Slowly opening the eyes that had been clenched shut in pleasure, I glance down at the picture-perfect man beneath me. His pale skin is unsullied by the dank atmosphere of the room, his soft raven tresses are splayed evenly across Kisame’s pillow. I can feel his sharp crimson eyes on me, watching my every movement; carefully analyzing my body’s every desire. I too move my gaze over him as well, trying to take in his every facet. I notice how his face is ever-passive, the sense of calm around him unaffected, and revealing no intense want for my body, and I am disappointed at how his porcelain face shows not even the slightest hue of scarlet.... even his breathing is undisturbed.
Before I can stop the words from spilling from my lips, they harshly tear through. "Why don't you love me?"
Abruptly, Itachi stops.
His every movement stops, right in the middle of sex?! I hadn’t truly expected him to show any response to my words, and I blink in surprise at the sudden loss of friction inside me. Desperately, I try to rock my hips to try and regain it, but he holds fast onto my hips, preventing me any opportunity.
"Stop it." Itachi commands, his tone icy, even dangerous as his crimson eyes glare up at me, his fury lingering just below the surface. I raise an eyebrow at him, half-questioningly. I mildly regret bringing it up, as I silently beg him to just drop the subject so that we can continue where we were.
"You want expressed emotions, when I am passive. And you want spoken feelings, when I am reserved. Stop trying to change me."
"You act like you only want my body." I seethe cruelly.
Itachi leans forward, causing his rock hard head to move deeper inside of me. I can’t help but groan as the pleasurable friction continues with the movement of his hips beneath me. Involuntarily, my head tilts backwards, a moan escaping my lips as a light blush begins to form.
His smooth, unwavering voice brushes against my ear like the silky bed sheets beneath us.
"Why do you hate what you originally loved…?" Itachi pauses, the lingering silence only serving the purpose of burying the words deeper into the forefront of his younger brother’s thoughts. He continues, his statement ending in a hiss, "I am your mate, but I will never be your lover."
The last bit of his words stings deeply into my heart, and I watch his beauty with a hurt sort of disappointment. His words were the truth. Everything I hate about him now is what originally attracted me to him. I bite at my lower lip out of habit... And it still is what attracts me to him now. My eyes graze over the soft features of his placid face, unspoiled by the lines of human emotion, to his eyes, the greatest source of contrast. This is Itachi... and he will never change.
I smirk, and nod in understanding. "Fine, but don't ever try to change me either."
Itachi nods, his still expression unchanging. "I’ve already accepted you."
My hips thrust forward impatiently against my brother’s firm grip, as I physically beg him to continue. In unspoken agreement, he loosens his tight grip on my hips, before bucking his hips forward, thrusting even deeper into me than before. A gasp of pleasure escapes my lips before I can stop it, the short interruption having heightened my sensitivity and my longing for release. My eyes knit shut in an inescapable ecstasy as Itachi indulges himself, his body continuously pounding into mine. I can hear my heart beat pounding in my ears, the steady bass-like beat in perfect sync with Itachi's well-timed thrusts, and a blinding white pleasure rises almost too quickly for me too contain. Another heated moan escapes my lips, the syllables of my brother's name mixing into the pleasured sound easily as I try desperately not to release the growing pressure in my groin.
"A-aniki." I pant softly, as I allow my legs to press even tighter against his sides, my body straddling his all the while. My back arches into the cool air, the slight sheen of sweat on my body causing me to twitch as a chill run downs my spine. Instinctively, I lean forward, allowing Itachi’s arms to wrap around me, the contact of his cool skin contrasting with my warm body. All of a sudden, he thrusts into me roughly, his hardened member hitting the spot dead on, this time sending a shiver of heated ecstasy up my spine. A moan escapes my lips, inches from his ear and I spread my legs further apart, pressing my body more forcefully down on him.
"Aniki!" The sultry plea leaks from my lips, and I quickly move away from his body. My back arches at the sudden assault of sensations, and my hands move to rest on his chest, my head tossed back in sweet rapacity. I raise my knees high, so that my feer are firmly planted on the bed, spreading my nimble pale legs yet wider for him in an indecent display. Scarlet heats my skin covering my chest and cheeks while I rock my hips, grinding against him, enjoying the light friction of my balls against his soft, yet toned, abdomen.
"I want you to fuck me like this…" I moan.
A scorching heat fills my core and Itachi’s rough touch bruises my hips as he pounds into my spot mercilessly. The feeling of his release inside me sends me over the edge, and I moan out his name. All the while I grind my body just as roughly against his, allowing the pleasure to course through me, momentarily fogging my brain in a cloud of bliss while I taste a piece of heaven. A strong fatigue claims my body, and I collapse beside Itachi in Kisame’s bed. I glance down at him. My eyes still fogged with rapture, and watch as his delicate fingers twirl small circles through a stray shot of my seed, which rests in a pool across the porcelain flesh of his abdomen. He raises the graceful pale digit to his thin lips and my eyes widen in shock. Slowly, Itachi's supple lips part and that tongue darts out, cleaning his fingertips in a sensuous display.
Itachi tilts his head toward me, his face content and composed. In a calm and even tone, Itachi speaks to me as though nothing unusual is happening, his tongue continuing to slide casually between his slender fingers, claiming my seed. "You cannot do that to me, Otouto."
My eyes stare hungrily at his tongue, and a familiar feeling forms in the pit of my stomach. "You want to go again?"
Itachi ponders thoughtfully. His eyes taking me in with a contemplative stare. "Let's see what's in the bag first."
I practically leap over Itachi crossing the small space to the brown bag, and I rip it open a bit too eagerly, spilling sex toys across the bedside table.
"What the h-?!" I gasp in shock. My eyes wash over the unfamiliar toys at a loss, while my mind searches for the right words. At least there are price tags on them still, so you know they aren’t used.
A possessive arm wraps around my thin waist, and I can see Aniki’s hand as it selects a string of beads from the table top. Small threads of fine black hair ghost across my shoulder, playing across my flesh like it is Itachi's own. A shudder of amorous anticipation crawls up my spine from Itachi's breath tickling the baby hairs of my neck.
He rests his lips against the shell of my ear, whispering in a soothing, yet oh, so wonderfully wicked voice. "Get on the bed."
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Kisame once again adjusts the long-sleeved silk blue shirt that hangs un-tucked over the top of the black slacks that he’s wearing. He flashes a quick smirk, before running his thick fingers through the flaming tuft of blue hair atop his head. Quickly, his fingers partially button the shirt, leaving the top three undone to reveal just a glimpse of his muscular indigo chest. He whips a picture out of the slack’s pocket before staring hungrily down at it. The image of three naked young women stare back at up him, winking and blowing kisses, while hugging each other close in indecent positions.
"Oh yeah..." Kisame smirks, snapping the neck collar down on the silk shirt. "Kisame's coming ladies."
Kisame’s fingers brush against the doorknob of the front door as he stares down at the picture, lost in his own thoughts. He prepares to step past the threshold when a voice interrupts him.
"Where's the newbie, Kisame? Hm?"
Kisame takes a step back, glancing up in surprise to see Deidara and Sasori standing directly in his path. Deidara has a arrogant smirk spread across his thin lips as he stares up at Kisame with an annoying sort of confidence. The shark-like man gives him a once over, not especially liking that one of Deidara’s eyes is partially obscured by a curtain of blonde hair. Sasori, who is standing at the blonde’s side, has his eyes set on his partner in a look of barely contained irritation. Kisame couldn’t help but be surprised that Sasori wasn’t using Hiroku, that fact alone was even more stunning than their decision to visit.
Kisame frowns, the disappointment etched into his face as he glances back down at the picture of the gorgeous ladies. A sigh of regret escapes his lips before he looks back up at the unexpected Akatsuki members standing in the doorway. Perhaps I can just walk past them, like I have no business with them... Hmmm...
"What are you wearing?" Sasori’s tone is quiet, yet derisive as his dark eyes take in Kisame’s unusual appearance.
"Where's Hiroku?" Kisame counters, ignoring the puppet master's comment.
"We're in your hideout. I don't need him. Now, what the hell are you wearing?" Sasori spits back, disliking the fact that he was ignored.
Kisame pauses, taken aback by the red head’s sour nature. Shifting his weight, he flicks his eyes at the red head, growling in response, "It's called style, doll boy. Why are you even here?"
Sasori nods in Deidara's direction. "The brat wanted to meet the newbie first."
Kisame rolls his eyes in annoyance, glancing back to the much more preferable ladies in the picture. Damn it all to hell... Itachi’s upstairs getting laid, why the hell can't I? Kisame growls again, a frown tracing across his shark-like features.
"He's in my room... first door to the right, upstairs. I'm leaving now." Kisame attempts to move past them both swiftly, but Sasori blocks his escape glaring up at him cruelly from that wooden body.
Deidara slides his slim frame past Kisame's and beyond the threshold, before he disappears inside. Sasori glares at his partner’s retreating form, calling to him as he vanishes. "Hurry up, brat, we're on a schedule! I hate waiting and I hate making people wait!"
Kisame frowns. Perhaps I should tell him he's making me wait! "What do you want, anyway?" The disinterest in his voice is apparent.
"Whose team is the new kid on?" Sasori asks curiously, his tone exceedingly more pleasant as he stares upward, as his stature is all too short for his age.
Kisame glances back down at the red head curiously, wondering whether his sour nature truly only existed in the presence of his partner. "He's paired with Itachi and me."
"Shouldn't he be paired with Zetsu? If not, then he will cause any team he's paired with to have three members." Sasori answers matter-of-factly.
"Yes, that's true, but Zetsu is usually assigned missions that deal with gathering information. A partner would interfere with that, so the leader decided he would best compliment our team... Leader's orders." Kisame answers quickly, deciding he much preferred Sasori away from his partner.
"Mhm." Sasori nods thoughtfully in agreement, contemplating his next question.
Kisame frowns, glancing back down to the picture of the clearly aroused women. Damn it... He's really not going to let me by. That damn Deidara had better hurry!
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Deidara moves quickly up, skipping stairs left and right as he makes his way towards the second door on the right. Smirking eagerly, he presses his hand flat against the partially open door, silently pushing it open a bit further, only to freeze in his tracks. His blue eyes widen, his mouth hanging slack in shock.
A naked Itachi kneels on the surface of the silk covered bed, his body perched between Sasuke's indecently spread legs. The elder Uchiha is calmly working a set of azure love beads into and out of the younger member. With the man’s slender back to the door, Deidara can see his dark tresses brushing across his delicate skin with every movement. Sasuke's eyes are closed, his head tilted back in ecstasy, red tinge slowly making its way across the boy’s cheeks in his apparent bliss. As Itachi slides the toy in a bit more, the boy’s back arches in response, to the extent that it appears as though it might break.
"Oh… Aniki… That’s my favorite toy yet!"
At the uttered words, deep blush spreads immediately across Deidara's cheeks. However, he continues to watch as Sasuke's hands glide up his own inner thighs. One wraps firmly around the base of the beads, while the other grasps hold of his shaft. Slowly, he began moving them both in sync.
"Like this, Aniki… I want you to fuck me like this." Sasuke’s head tilts back with a moan, before he glances up innocently at his elder brother. The edges of Sasuke's lips tilt upward in a small smirk... testament to his knowledge of what this previously did to Itachi.
Rather feminine hands fly quickly up to Deidara's mouth as he muffles a gasp, his previous blush only darkening, and as if sensing his own pent up sexual frustration at the erotic scene, a stream of blood begins to spurt from his nose.
In response, Itachi swiftly pulls the beads out of Sasuke, before throwing them carelessly across the room. His hands grip Sasuke's hips roughly, pulling the boy’s body down to meet his throbbing erection before thrusting in to him in one fell swoop. His actions instantly earn him a passionate moan from Sasuke.
"Don't do that, Otouto." His voice is calm, yet almost commanding in nature, not seeming at all appropriate for such a heated situation.
"Punish me… Aniki." Sasuke’s fingers tighten around the upper parts of his brother’s arms, his pleading voice cut off by yet another gasp of pleasure.
Deidara turns on his heel, his face now burning crimson. Not a second passes before he flies through the hall, down the stairs and out the front door, knocking Kisame down in the process. The startled shinobi lands hard on the wooden porch, his eyes set in a glare at the flustered blonde. Sasori merely raises an inquisitive eyebrow at his partner's sudden unusual behavior.
"Let's go Danna! Hm?!" Deidara breathes heavily, his face still flushing crimson.
"Where's the new kid?" Sasori questions, "What's his name?"
He glances towards Kisame.
"I'm not allowed to call him by his name... Itachi's rule." Kisame mutters angrily, as he dusts himself off from his now standing position. Damn kid's going to ruin my outfit...
"Hey, that's a bit possessive for a shinobi." Sasori comments evenly, ignoring the blonde as he continues to gaze at Kisame.
Abruptly, Deidara grabs Sasori's wrist, earning a cruel glare from the red head, "I said come on! Hm!"
Sasori swats his hand away, a sneer crossing his lips. “Brat. Don't ever touch me.” After a quick once-over of his partner he notices the trail of blood, “What the hell? You ill? Your face is all red and your nose is bleeding."
"I'm fine! Hm! Nothing happened!" Deidara waves his hands defensively, obviously flustered by the sudden line of inquiry.
Sasori raises an eyebrow at the display, a mixture of curiosity and amusement creeping onto his features as a chuckle escapes from his lips. "I'm going to go meet Anonymous then."
Sasori begins to walk towards the front door before Deidara jumps directly in his path, frantically waving his arms for the other to stop.
"NO! NO! Hm! NO!" Deidara pauses, gasping for breath from all the shouting, still tired out from his epic journey down the stairs. Sasori merely glances at him, eyebrows raised, appearing to question the other’s sanity.
"You’re making me wait, Sasori-danna! I want to go."
Sasori sneers at the blonde, a growl escaping his lips before he shifts his vision towards the still pimped out Kisame. Finally, his interest shifts once more towards the front door, hearing the faintest echo of a scream. Once again, Sasori cocks his brow at the sudden sound. Is Itachi torturing the new member...?
"Fucking freaks..." Sasori mutters before turning on his heel, waving his hand casually at Kisame. "Oi. Sorry about the brat, just kill him next time."
Deidara blushes once more, glaring in a rather offended manner at Sasori's back. "I'm not a brat, hm! You should be thanking me, Danna!"
"So… I should be grateful you wasted my time?! You know I hate waiting, you insolent brat!"
Kisame listens to their argument as they disappear from the cavern into the brush. Biting his lip painfully to hold it in, Kisame's gruff laughter finally spills forth, filling the cavern and echoing off the stone walls. He falls to his knees, teary eyed, gripping his sides desperately to keep them from splitting.XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
"Come on, it's time for you to meet the other members." Kisame chuckles to me, hurrying me out the door so as not to anger Itachi.
"No! Wait!" I chide happily, pulling Itachi onto the couch next to me.
Itachi resentfully allows me to do so, and he sits on the couch facing me while I cuddle into his lap. I can feel his impatient eyes on me as I look to Kisame, who is watching me strangely.
"Take a picture of us... Please?" I ask Kisame politely. He merely nods in understanding, stepping over to the end table and opening the drawer. After a moment or so of digging inside of it, and some incoherent muttering he pulls out a camera.
Itachi attempts to stand, the annoyance shining in his crimson eyes. But, I defiantly pull him back to the couch. Lacing my slender fingers through his soft, dark hair, I pleadingly tug his face to mine. I stare into the fine porcelain features etched to form the beauty which is Itachi. I gaze adoringly into my Aniki’s eyes, touching the tip of my nose to his. The harsh glare from those sharp eyes softens among his placid features, a rare sight indeed. Slowly, he snakes his lithe arms possessively around my thin waist... and a small content smile forms on my lips.
The camera’s click echoes through the room, followed by a temporarily blinding flash and the camera spits out the instant photo. Itachi blinks surprised, before irritation forms in his scarlet eyes shining once again from his passive features. He stands abruptly and maneuvers silently to the front door before disappearing out of it.
"Don't mind him... He just hates having his picture taken." Kisame chuckles, handing me the photo.
I nod in understanding, before pulling a marker from the end table. On the back of the photo I scribble out a message before handing it back to him. I stand slowly.
"Give this to Uzumaki Naruto." I ask him sternly, before adding a soft, "Please."
"Who?" Kisame questions in a surprised tone.
"The nine tails kid." I mumble, my voice hushed.
Kisame blinks down at me, a curious look playing across his features. "We're headed to meet with our Leader. There's no time.... and I'm not the postal service!" Kisame finishes, his tone holding the hiss of annoyance.
"I'm not asking for express delivery! Just, please, as a favor." My voice is demanding and stern, yet simultaneously pleading.
Kisame falls silent, before nodding in silent understanding as he reads the note on the back. "Come on, it's not good to keep Itachi waiting."
We walk out of the cavern, and Itachi turns to me. His dark hair is sliding across the soft nape of his neck, and he is wearing his classic passive expression free from the flaws of human emotion. I lace my fingers between his, like a lover, only to have Itachi skillfully slip his hand out of mine withdrawing it from my grasp.
As the three of us leave together for the Akatsuki main base, I can only smirk to myself in satisfaction, because that is who Itachi is... and even though he will never openly requit my love, I can read between the thin lines, and I know I am Itachi's... and Itachi is mine as well... all mine, for eternity...
The thin line between love and hate is sometimes as vast as an ocean. My adoration of our love was tinged with misplaced hate. Or perhaps my hatred for you was justified... But that wasn't what I wanted, and it didn't make me happy. In your arms, I am at peace and have found contentment. Now I’m on the other side of this vast ocean, which I crossed only to drown in... I face what I once was reborn...
And I can face you now, aniki...
With no regrets or illusions...
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Naruto wakes groggily, rolling onto his side in the uncomfortable hospital bed. It has been over a week since his encounter with Sasuke, yet he still cannot accept what has happened. He stares dejectedly through the clear glass window of his room into the remarkably clear blue sky, hating the chirping sounds of the merry birds outside. Why... Why did you leave, Sasuke?
He runs his greasy fingers through the tufts of his disheveled blonde hair. A sigh of longing escapes his lips, as the sunlight glistens against the fine sheen of sweat on his brow. I wasn't strong enough to save him... I'm still too weak.
Naruto listens with a vague sort of disinterest to Kakashi and Tsunade's conversation outside his door. A profound sorrow grips his heart, pulling him only further into a spiral of deep despair. He squeezes his eyes shut as the anguish seizes him, a tear sliding down his already streaked face. He moves his arm to the table next to the hospital bed using muscle memory to find his glass... Suddenly, his fingertips knock into a rather rough piece of paper. His brow furrows, as he grips the paper and draws it into his lap.
His sapphire eyes open slowly encircled by dark bags of exhaustion. He stares down at the yellow envelope questioningly, it bears his name. Carefully, he tears into it, knocking the contents of it across his bed sheets... A picture. His sweaty fingers discard the envelope, before gripping the picture roughly. He blinks curiously, staring in disbelief at the two forms in the picture.
Sasuke sits curled into Itachi's lap, his fingers threaded into his brother's dark tresses while he stares in adoration into the elder's eyes, and Itachi laces his arms around his little brother's form, a passive yet soft expression worn on his face.
Naruto flips the picture over, reading the short note on the back quickly. A small but content smile forms on his lips. He leans back in the bed, a soft sigh escaping his lips, as he stares merrily out the window, a newfound peace growing inside his heart.
I'm happy for you Sasuke... I'm happy you finally found contentment and love and...
Naruto stares out into the clear blue sky, at the unreachable clarity of the dreams that soar above. Knowing he will one day to reach his just as Sasuke did.
I'm glad you’re no longer alone.
As Kakashi and Tsunade's footsteps approach his hospital room, the short message on the back of the picture replays in his mind...
Hate is an illusion...
My love is for eternity.
My hatred died in my eclipse,
As my love carried me onward, across into infinity...
You and me, aniki...
Eternity.
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The End
A/N: Yes, this is the last chapter! So I hope you guys enjoyed the ending! Please review and let me know what you think.
Just a side note, the note Sasuke wrote on the back was only the Italicized words "Hate is an illusion, my love is for eternity." The bold words is just Sasuke's thoughts at the end. The bold print was more or less Sasuke saying that hatred is the equivalent of death cause it lead to his downfall, but his love for his aniki is what gave him new life. His final thought is that their love is so strong, it could even carry them across into the afterlife binding them together for eternity.
So Sasuke eventually came to the conclusion that the real illusion was hatred, which blinds people from reality, not love or sentiment like Itachi believes.
Anyways, strangely enough, my fav part about the chapter actually has nothing to do with SasuIta... It is where Deidara catches them and then when he argues with Sasori. lol. I was bored and became comical....
And now for the part that was edited out of the Deidara X Sasori scene. Souji edited it out, and then I edited it back in... only to question it before posting, so I edited it back out as well:
Abruptly, Deidara grabs Sasori's wrist, earning a cruel glare from the red head, "I said come on! Hm!"
Sasori swats his hand away, a sneering his lips back to reveal ivory teeth. "Rude brat. Don't ever touch me." After a quick once-over of his partner, he notices the trail of blood. "What the hell? You ill? your face is all red and your nose is bleeding..." Sasori's eyes trail down to Deidara's palms, "Your hand-mouths have nose bleeds... and that doesn't even make sense."
........... I thought it was funny. *pout* But my friends who I let read it before posting told me it wasn't (this is not counting Souji... I don't know why he edited it out cause he didn't say... probably to keep Sasori in character I would imagine) and that I should keep it out.
Mindless Fun With the Akatsuki XXXXXXXXXX The Meeting
Pein (Leader): Fellow Akatsuki members, welcome to the meeting. I would like to introduce our newest member, Sasuke, who will be paired with Itachi and Kisame.
Sasuke: Yo
Everyone else: Hi
Pein: Now, first item up for business is the issue of nail polish. I understand some of you are unhappy with the color purple.
Hidan: I think it should be red, like the color of blood! Jashin likes blood.
Kakuzu: I've been in this organization since pratically the beginning! I say it stays the traditional purple!
Deidara: Red is too feminine, Hm.
Sasori: ... *thinks to self: With that hair you're worried about being girly?
Zetsu: How about green? It's earthy.
Kisame: Blue is better, like the ocean.
Sasuke: .... Are we really discussing nail polish? .... Whose idea was it for us to paint our nails anyway?
Konan: Mine.
Deidara: It's artistic! Hm!
Sasori: No, it isn't... brat...
Pein: The color violet stays, do I have a second.
Konan: I second the motion.
Kakuzu: I second it, as well.
Sasori: *thinks: then it isn't a second, morron, it's a third.
Pein: Then it is settled! The polish stays violet!... What do you think Itachi? You haven't said anything this whole time.
Itachi: ... It's weak... Why is it so weak... It's because... Our toe nails aren't painted!
Pein: Hmm... good point. From now one, every Akatsuki member will have painted toe nails as well.
*Akatsuki pulls out nail polish and begins painting nails*
Sasuke * spreading toes with spacers*: So anyways, Kisame and I were shopping for clothes, and we saw this adorable shirt, but it was a hundred dollars!!!
Kisame *buffing nails for polishing*: yeah, a hundred bucks for silk.
Itachi *painting toe nails violet*: That's brutal...
Konan *removing previous polish*: Oh, what color was it?
Kisame: Blue, of course.
Deidara *while buffing nails for polish* : Does this black cloak make me look fat?
Sasori *while applying a clear, protective coat to his wooden painted nails* : No! No! Of course not!
Itachi *blowing on nails to dry them*: You should try pin stripes. It draws the eyes down.
Editor’s Note: Souji likes the look of centered titles, they make him happy :3
A/N: A special thank you to all the reviewers! I love reading your reviews so much! I've really enjoyed writing this story, and I hope you guys enjoyed reading it every bit as much.
A special thank you to Souji for beta-ing this story. :) Wonderful job.
Warning: chapter contains actual sex and possible obscene language.
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Chapter 15 – Eternity –
(A/N: A week after Sasuke made it back with Kisame and Itachi to their cavern home)"So the ANBU couldn’t find any more information?" Kakashi queries, his voice giving away his disappointment as he and Tsunade stroll slowly down the hospital's wide hall.
The tired blonde to his left lets out a sigh of frustration as she wipes at the sheen of sweat forming along her brow. She had been going over piles of reports all morning and yet it seemed as if she had not gotten much further in her quest for information.
"We have an anonymous Sound Ninja, who was most likely there to bring Sasuke to Orochimaru. We also have the bounty hunter Crimson, who I am assuming was there to stalk the Jane Doe to the Sound and then collect Orochimaru's bounty..." Tsunade pauses, her expression deepening as her frown turns serious, "But… I have no idea why the Akatsuki were there, and what they would want with Sasuke."
"Something has been bothering me about this whole situation." Kakashi speaks thoughtfully, stroking his chin. His body comes to an abrupt halt, as does Tsunade’s beside him. There is a momentary pause before Tsunade’s eyes move to meet Kakashi’s, his expression serious, "Do you remember what Crimson said when we first found her in the forest?"
The blonde woman merely shakes her head slowly, racking her brain desperately to remember the dying woman’s words. It is of little use, as piles of reports later, she had considered herself lucky to remember the name alone. After a signaling glance, Kakashi continues, his doubts growing with every word, "Crimson said, 'We came from the rain. That's where we found Sasuke.' That implies Crimson was traveling with the Sound Ninja."
"I thought you said Crimson would never work with Orochimaru..." Tsunade’s voice is stern as she speaks, her brows furrowing in frustration. After a momentary pause her expression lightens at the sudden connection, "Unless she didn’t know that the Jane Doe was a Sound Ninja... The only thing marking her as such was the curse seal. That would explain why their path was leading towards Konoha instead of the Sound... The Jane Doe planned to betray her partner first."
There is a nod of affirmation from Kakashi, "But that still doesn't explain why Sasuke was traveling with them in the first place. Nor why the Akatsuki were targeting Sasuke. Why did the Jane Doe pick Konoha to travel towards instead of some other village, if it was truly just to betray her partner? We never posted a bounty on Sasuke."
Long fingers rise, absently rubbing at the tension that had been forming beneath her temples, "I don't have a clue. This whole run-around is giving me a headache..." Letting out a small sigh, she couldn’t help but think,
‘I could really use some sake right now.’
As if in silent agreement, the silver haired man beside her also lets out a sigh, his head bowing in unspoken frustration, "Perhaps we will never know." Kakashi tilts his head towards a hospital door a few paces away, "It's been over a week now, is Naruto really still injured?"
A frown creases the lines of Tsunade’s face, a certain regret only serving to deepen the lines, "He was on the brink of death when you brought him here… The kid heals so quickly... All of his injuries healed a couple of days ago, but..." Her eyes had been downcast, images of Naruto’s face flitting through her subconscious. After a moment, her gaze rises to meet Kakashi's, their eyes locked in flash of concern, "Something happened in those woods... Something Naruto refuses to talk about... He's been depressed ever since then."
Kakashi simply remains silent, his eyes scanning the bleak aura that seems to seep forth from Naruto's desolate door, "I see... then perhaps we should visit him."
There is a small nod on Tsunade’s part as they both move slowly towards Naruto's closed door. They slide the door open quietly, not wanting to disturb the boy. When a flash of yellow catches their eye, it lasts only a second before Naruto quickly hides it beneath his hospital covers. His innocent blue eyes gape up at them joyfully. All the while the dark circles beneath are threatening to encompass his under eye area entirely. A large lopsided grin claims his oily face, and a hand comes up to run through the locks of blonde hair that appears as though it has enjoyed a week of free reign.
"Hey guys! Whatcha you up to?" He chides merrily, despite his rather disheveled appearance.
The woman’s eyes merely slide over him in confusion, this not being at all what she expected, "Well... I see you’re feeling better."
"Yep! Nothing’s gonna keep me down!" Naruto says, in his usual overly enthusiastic tone, all the while his fist pumping the air confidently. Kakashi’s eyes shift to Tsunade, merely shaking his head, a small smile visible by the folds of his mask.
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(A/N: Second day after Sasuke arrived back at the cavern with Itachi and Kisame)
Kisame and I are sitting on his bed, the silence overwhelming us. My eyes cast in a distant gaze towards his floor, still dejected over Itachi's recent cold demeanor towards me. I realize though, the sorrow that now truly stings my heart is the knowledge that I had Itachi's love... I had it, and I lost it all because of my foolish pride. The mere thought that Itachi loved me sinks into my stomach, bittersweet, only further fueling the nausea of my regret. Knowing that I threw it all away, because I desired a love that was more tangible... Because the type of love Itachi offered wasn't good enough for me...
Salty tears sting my dark eyes, causing them to appear red and puffy. Quickly, I hide the shameful display behind my already quivering palms, not wanting to cause myself anymore unnecessary embarrassment.
I unconsciously shift the weight of my body against Kisame’s bed, lost in thoughts of what I could have done differently, and how things would be now if I hadn’t been so foolish... Thoughts of Itachi and I… together. I bite my lip, trying to redirect my thoughts, from the sharp pain of loss to the dull pain of existence, of humanity. I hear a deep sigh next to me, followed by Kisame's gruff voice,
"Listen, Kid. Don't be so upset. Just give Itachi space, he'll come around."
"No! He won't…" My voice cracks, as a result of my throat, tight from the tears. A few more slide unhindered down my cheeks, and I can feel as my body continues to shake with all my shame, "I've lost him, and it's all your fault! If we hadn't tried to trick him..." I can feel the surge of misdirected anger quiver through me, affecting every bit of me, right down to the whisper that I cannot bring myself to finish…
Kisame remains silent, his presence one of practiced calm beside me. There is a frown etched into his indigo face as he speaks, "Well, there's nothing between us, is there?" His tone is a little too harsh, and it feels almost berating in my pathetic state, "I was only turned on by the potential of danger, by the situation, not by you personally. And I would imagine that you were only turned on because of Itachi's presence. Am I right?"
My balled fists rise, desperately brush away the tears so that I can face him, but the tightness in my throat refuses to disperse. The agony at Itachi's rejection squeezes at my heart once again, as a flash of his stoic, icy face flashes through my head, the compression in my chest only allowing a breathless "Yes" to escape my swollen lips.
"Look at me, Kid." Kisame demands sternly, eyeing my hidden face, "I said, ‘Look at me!’"
I slowly slide my quivering hands down my slick face, my reddened eyes meeting his in a tormented gaze. Unconsciously, I begin to bite down on my bottom lip again, hiding the previous damage I’d already done to it. Kisame's pinpoint black eyes meet mine in disappointment, his frown still displayed clearly across his shark-like features.
"I have my doubts that Itachi will give up so easily, Kid."
But what if Itachi does give up? My inner voice ventures, asking that burning question that my lips dare not speak aloud. Again, the anguish that this mere thought brings is too much to bear. I squeeze my burning eyes shut, and imagine myself beside Itachi every day acting out my part as a member of Akatsuki. Sleeping with him in the same warm bed... and never being able to touch him.
Without thinking, I grab a hold of Kisame's cloak. My slender fingers wrap tightly around the fabric and pull him desperately towards me, my lips crushing roughly against his with the quick and ungraceful movement. I can feel his body stiffening beneath my touch, his lips inactive and awkward against my own. I beg silently for this expression of need to bring some sort of relief from the pain. My only thoughts being that perhaps, if I can lose myself in this moment, then my love for Itachi will fade into nothing more than a distant memory and I can forget this hellish nightmare.
After a moment, I can feel large hands firmly gripping my shoulders, gently pushing me away from Kisame's large form. Slowly, I open my tear-streaked eyes to meet Kisame's, not really caring what he thinks of me… Although… I am still surprised when I don’t see any anger evident in his shark-like features. Kisame releases my shoulders, before returning to his casual half-sitting position. His hands rest on his legs, while he stares absently into the distance.
The kid isn't even blushing from the kiss... He must be really fucked up right now to do something that he doesn't even enjoy. "Why did you-?"
I cut off Kisame's inquiry with my own, "Why didn't you kiss back? You were enjoying it back on the couch."
Kisame snorts. "I already told you, I’m turned on by danger, not you. I like the adrenaline rush from danger as much as I like dismembering my victim’s bodies with Samehada." Kisame smirks wickedly at the memories, his razor sharp teeth glinting to match the wild look in his eyes. "Besides, Itachi’s my best friend."
"I want this." My voice quivers, despite the firmness of my statement, all the while anguish threatening to break my resolve.
I slip the dark cloak off of my small frame, revealing an ocean of soft, alabaster skin beneath a black mesh shirt. I glance back up at him, my eyes desperate and tormented. Fresh tears glisten in the corners of those eyes, and my uncertainty and lack of desire for him are clouded out by pathetic human need. I move onto my knees and crawl across the bed towards him, repositioning my small frame to mold against his. My arms are draped loosely around his neck as I sit on his lap. Beneath me, his body is rigid out of what I can only imagine is nervous tension. Tugging at the broad neck part of his Akatsuki cloak, I finally free his cerulean neck… Slowly, my lips press lightly against that neck, in brief chaste kisses, my silent tears falling down the soft curve of my cheek only to join in kissing the indigo neck... the only indication of my agony.
Kisame blinks a bit at this, a look of mild astonishment registering across his usually calm features. His thoughts are unreadable. However, there is not a part of me that cares what his thoughts are. The only thing I want now is to lose myself in another person's body, to forget what Itachi's skin felt like against me, what his kiss was like... and what loving him was like.
My voice begs him, my one desire on the tip of my tongue, to be free of this unrequited love.
"I want to forget all about Itachi. Make me forget…"
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(A/ N: sepia is a color that is brownish-gray; pensive means deep in thought)
Itachi stalks up the dimly lit stairs, his footsteps silent as he climbs step after step. The soft shadows play across his passive expression, causing his beauty to appear in almost sepia tones, but his mental state is pensive, as Kisame's words from last night are plaguing his mind chewing through his every thought. Itachi knew he was right; although, he would never admit it for the sake of his pride.
“If you kill your brother's emotions... then you kill his love for you as well.”
Itachi's expression remains still, appearing void of all the thoughts clashing in his mind. He has never been one to give sway to sentiment, nor is he one to choose emotion over logic. In the wake of his rational mind, a wall of apathy was erected ensuring such feelings would never taint pure reason. Being a creature of logic, he had realized this at a young age.
“Next time you see your little brother, tell me you see 'strong' in how he writhes from your torment.”
Itachi stops dead in his tracks, his ears picking up the minute sounds easily. His slight surprise is apparent, and his eyebrow rises in question. He quickly shakes away the curiosity, his assumptions drawing him to investigate. Slinking closer, he listens intensely, his head tilting towards Kisame's bedroom door so as to not be mistaken... There was no mistake, the sound of soft moans and pants were definitely penetrating the wooden door.
His sharingan initiates almost immediately, as sharp crimson eyes narrow ever so slightly. His fingers tighten into fists, causing his violet-lacquered fingernails to dig into his soft palms. Behind the vibrant glow of his enraged sharingan, calculating thoughts flitted back and forth, as he began to plan his every move.
"Tell your brother he had better wash my bed sheets after he's done."
Itachi's head snaps towards the gruff voice that had come from his left. There stood Kisame, right beside him. Itachi shook his head slightly, blinking in utter shock, as he takes in the tall indigo form standing beside him… in the hallway. Itachi glances past him to see that the attic door a bit further down the hallway is open. His still sharingan eyes scan his partner, darting down to the items in Kisame's hands. The goods consisted of two wine glasses, a bottle of aged red wine, and a brown hand bag. Itachi directs his composed gaze towards his partner’s, parting his lips in preparation for his question. Kisame merely smirks wickedly before shoving the items into Itachi's unexpecting hands before he begins down the hallway again.
"Enjoy!" Kisame calls a little too enthusiastically, already halfway to the staircase, leaving a devious laugh left in his wake.
Itachi casts his questioning eyes back towards the door, a perfectly arched eyebrow rising once more as the sound of soft moans and pants drift through the door towards him, beckoning him forth. He pauses momentarily to maneuver the objects in his hands, before quietly pushing the door open. Itachi stops dead in front of the partially open door, taking in the erotic scene before him as though he is entranced. His face remains composed and impassive, but it is his eyes that give him away… Sharingan tinted by a glint of insatiable lust.
Itachi's thin lips part in shock, watching in anticipation as his brother’s small, unaware body arches wantingly into the air, the mesh shirt clinging slickly to the boy’s flushed pale skin.
My thin, hairless legs are parted indecently across Kisame’s silk sheets, my bare pelvis thrusting desperately into my delicate fingers. Gripping my desire hard, I allow it a few graceful pumps, before pausing and panting... waiting for the desire to build only further.
Itachi wets his dry lips, sliding his tongue over them in a single fluid swipe. Those eyes taking in how his younger brother’s head is tilted back in pleasure with every thrust.
My eyes are clamped shut in avid concentration, as I try to keep decent timing with my thrusts, all the while trying not to get too swept away in the throes of passion, not wanting to cum prematurely.
The elder Uchiha silently crosses the room, his crimson eyes watching in what would appear to be calm interest. He quietly set the items on the desk next to the bed, his eyes never leaving his otouto. Itachi's expression remains fixed calmly on Sasuke, giving an appearance that would be more appropriate if he were reading the news, rather than watching his younger brother masturbate.
Not being one to sit on the sidelines, he carefully leans in, his body arching over me as he reaches his delicate fingers towards the creamy skin of my abdomen.
"I-Itachi…" I moan out his name. The name of my one desire, the one I so desperately wish to forget. If I can just lose myself in this moment... then perhaps I can lose my desire for him as well...
His slender fingers pause only inches from that seemingly forbidden flesh. Itachi’s contemplative, lusty eyes slowly slide up the boy’s milky white skin, its perfection only offset by the clinging, sweaty mesh shirt. They cross the sensuous curve of Sasuke’s arching back, before moving down to his bare, pale cheeks. Itachi blinks a few times, confirming his suspicions as he watches the so-called ‘sweat’ run down his brother’s flushed face.
"Itachi... Please..." I moan out, my pleas mingled with my muffled sobs of desperation.
"Please what, Otouto?" A smooth, teasing reply echoes through the drafty room.
My eyes fling open quickly at the unexpected reply. My complete and utter shock must be apparent enough, as it procures a brief flash of amusement through Itachi’s eyes, which I am lucky enough to catch, just as he pulls his shirt over his head. My eyes skate down his pale flesh, as I realize that this article of clothing that is being removed… is the last piece that is keeping that gorgeous form from my prying eyes. Tossing the shirt aside easily, he climbs lightly onto the bed. My body tenses as he moves ever closer and my fatigued muscles are aching from the sudden contraction. Frozen to the spot, my eyes remained glued to my brother’s immaculate nude form, as he maneuvers himself to straddle me.
"W-What are you doing in my room?!" My breath catches, and I’m flustered as I feel the silky skin of his thighs brushing against my own…
Itachi's nimble fingers slide beneath his younger brother’s sweat and tear-slicked mesh shirt, gliding over Sasuke’s slick skin, before deftly pulling it over the boy’s head. Freeing that body from the last pesky article of clothing, “You mean…Kisame's room?" Itachi mumbles, his voice soft, hushed… but still restrained as his lithe form grinds lightly, teasingly against the younger Uchiha’s. All the while, his lips slide down, his teeth brushing against that exposed neck, suckling upon it brutally. The effect of Itachi’s actions causing red welts to begin to form, standing in stark contrast to the boy’s crème colored flesh.
I stare, dazed at how easily the black tresses ghost the soft dip of Itachi's neck, watching as they cascade over the creamy expanse of his muscular back. The toned muscles of his body contract beneath the skin’s surface, as his skilled fingers expertly caress the length of my sides, momentarily detouring to tweak my nipples before coming to rest on my defined hipbones. His mere touch was causing tingles of pleasure to shoot through my body, only adding to the tension that was already building in my abdomen. I shake my head quickly, tossing away the last bits of reverie that the electric jolts of pleasure has mostly rid me of. Sliding those long fingers up my body once again, I can’t help but watch as my aniki begins to rub at the small nubs again. After a moment he dips his head into the crook of my neck, leaving a trail of chaste kisses before he reaches my ear. He allows his tongue to trace the shell of my ear, the visual stimulation of the situation alone, almost too much for me to bear.
"It's been a while, Otouto." I can feel his voice, breathed calmly into my ear.
I let out a heated moan, my body simultaneously arching into Itachi's skillful ministrations. Reaching up, my hand trails up Aniki’s elegant frame. With my palms pressed against his chest, I can feel every movement of his muscles beneath the surface. My dominant hand though, ventures forth, threading its fingers into the soft curtain of my brother’s midnight locks, while the left remains stationary. I can’t help but jump slightly as I feel him lean back, his hands parting my thin legs before moving them to rest atop his own thighs. Scooting forward, I can feel his erection rubbing gently at my entrance, and the dull pressure that had been slowly forming in my abdomen this entire time spikes, causing as rush of images from our previous encounters to flash before my eyes as they flutter shut. Without thinking, my legs wrap tightly around Itachi's toned waist before I attempt to slam his pre-cum slicked, hardened member into me.
I let out a sultry moan, an inescapable pleasure shooting through my entire being as I feel him enter me. I can’t help but desire more… even further physical contact, but also the release of a deeper sensation… I’ve been missing this kind of attention, the attention that he has been forsaking me as of late, and I can’t help but begin to rock my hips forward eagerly, in tiny thrusting motions for the mere sensation of flesh on flesh.
Suddenly, I feel Itachi grip my hips harshly, the tips of his violet lacquer fingernails digging into the surface of my flawless pale flesh. A pause, an exchanged glance, before I feel him pull out, thrusting into me anew. His actions are rough, yet simultaneously controlled and a soft sigh escapes my lips, my body arching of its own accord into his affections. Leaning slightly forward, my legs still straddling his thighs, I rest my slender arms around his shoulders. I nuzzle my face into the soft dip of the crook of his neck, enjoying the feeling of his silk-like skin against my own. Itachi's undisturbed, even breaths brush past my ear, tickling the soft hairs of my skin as our bodies move in one constant, synchronized movement. The room is filled with the sound of my soft moans, and the occasional creak of Kisame’s bed.
Without warning, I lean further forward, shifting my weight just enough to push Itachi onto his back. My body remains straddling him, as I seize control of the situation, wanting desperately to see his face flushed by the heat of the moment, to hear his voice, sensually moaning out my name. I rake my eyes over his beautiful body, taking in the milk-white flesh of his perfectly chiseled chest, his well toned abdomen with its contracting muscles and finally the base of what I knew to be his hardened member, as he thrusts into me again and again. Leaning forward, I press my lips to his, gently at first, stifling a moan as the erotic display shoots through my head once more. I start to pull away, just in time for his hand to raise, pushing the back of my head towards him once more, as his mouth meets mine hotly. Simultaneously, I feel Itachi’s fingers grip me harder as he burrows his desire even deeper into me. I’m sure that there will be bruises tomorrow…
Slowly opening the eyes that had been clenched shut in pleasure, I glance down at the picture-perfect man beneath me. His pale skin is unsullied by the dank atmosphere of the room, his soft raven tresses are splayed evenly across Kisame’s pillow. I can feel his sharp crimson eyes on me, watching my every movement; carefully analyzing my body’s every desire. I too move my gaze over him as well, trying to take in his every facet. I notice how his face is ever-passive, the sense of calm around him unaffected, and revealing no intense want for my body, and I am disappointed at how his porcelain face shows not even the slightest hue of scarlet.... even his breathing is undisturbed.
Before I can stop the words from spilling from my lips, they harshly tear through. "Why don't you love me?"
Abruptly, Itachi stops.
His every movement stops, right in the middle of sex?! I hadn’t truly expected him to show any response to my words, and I blink in surprise at the sudden loss of friction inside me. Desperately, I try to rock my hips to try and regain it, but he holds fast onto my hips, preventing me any opportunity.
"Stop it." Itachi commands, his tone icy, even dangerous as his crimson eyes glare up at me, his fury lingering just below the surface. I raise an eyebrow at him, half-questioningly. I mildly regret bringing it up, as I silently beg him to just drop the subject so that we can continue where we were.
"You want expressed emotions, when I am passive. And you want spoken feelings, when I am reserved. Stop trying to change me."
"You act like you only want my body." I seethe cruelly.
Itachi leans forward, causing his rock hard head to move deeper inside of me. I can’t help but groan as the pleasurable friction continues with the movement of his hips beneath me. Involuntarily, my head tilts backwards, a moan escaping my lips as a light blush begins to form.
His smooth, unwavering voice brushes against my ear like the silky bed sheets beneath us.
"Why do you hate what you originally loved…?" Itachi pauses, the lingering silence only serving the purpose of burying the words deeper into the forefront of his younger brother’s thoughts. He continues, his statement ending in a hiss, "I am your mate, but I will never be your lover."
The last bit of his words stings deeply into my heart, and I watch his beauty with a hurt sort of disappointment. His words were the truth. Everything I hate about him now is what originally attracted me to him. I bite at my lower lip out of habit... And it still is what attracts me to him now. My eyes graze over the soft features of his placid face, unspoiled by the lines of human emotion, to his eyes, the greatest source of contrast. This is Itachi... and he will never change.
I smirk, and nod in understanding. "Fine, but don't ever try to change me either."
Itachi nods, his still expression unchanging. "I’ve already accepted you."
My hips thrust forward impatiently against my brother’s firm grip, as I physically beg him to continue. In unspoken agreement, he loosens his tight grip on my hips, before bucking his hips forward, thrusting even deeper into me than before. A gasp of pleasure escapes my lips before I can stop it, the short interruption having heightened my sensitivity and my longing for release. My eyes knit shut in an inescapable ecstasy as Itachi indulges himself, his body continuously pounding into mine. I can hear my heart beat pounding in my ears, the steady bass-like beat in perfect sync with Itachi's well-timed thrusts, and a blinding white pleasure rises almost too quickly for me too contain. Another heated moan escapes my lips, the syllables of my brother's name mixing into the pleasured sound easily as I try desperately not to release the growing pressure in my groin.
"A-aniki." I pant softly, as I allow my legs to press even tighter against his sides, my body straddling his all the while. My back arches into the cool air, the slight sheen of sweat on my body causing me to twitch as a chill run downs my spine. Instinctively, I lean forward, allowing Itachi’s arms to wrap around me, the contact of his cool skin contrasting with my warm body. All of a sudden, he thrusts into me roughly, his hardened member hitting the spot dead on, this time sending a shiver of heated ecstasy up my spine. A moan escapes my lips, inches from his ear and I spread my legs further apart, pressing my body more forcefully down on him.
"Aniki!" The sultry plea leaks from my lips, and I quickly move away from his body. My back arches at the sudden assault of sensations, and my hands move to rest on his chest, my head tossed back in sweet rapacity. I raise my knees high, so that my feer are firmly planted on the bed, spreading my nimble pale legs yet wider for him in an indecent display. Scarlet heats my skin covering my chest and cheeks while I rock my hips, grinding against him, enjoying the light friction of my balls against his soft, yet toned, abdomen.
"I want you to fuck me like this…" I moan.
A scorching heat fills my core and Itachi’s rough touch bruises my hips as he pounds into my spot mercilessly. The feeling of his release inside me sends me over the edge, and I moan out his name. All the while I grind my body just as roughly against his, allowing the pleasure to course through me, momentarily fogging my brain in a cloud of bliss while I taste a piece of heaven. A strong fatigue claims my body, and I collapse beside Itachi in Kisame’s bed. I glance down at him. My eyes still fogged with rapture, and watch as his delicate fingers twirl small circles through a stray shot of my seed, which rests in a pool across the porcelain flesh of his abdomen. He raises the graceful pale digit to his thin lips and my eyes widen in shock. Slowly, Itachi's supple lips part and that tongue darts out, cleaning his fingertips in a sensuous display.
Itachi tilts his head toward me, his face content and composed. In a calm and even tone, Itachi speaks to me as though nothing unusual is happening, his tongue continuing to slide casually between his slender fingers, claiming my seed. "You cannot do that to me, Otouto."
My eyes stare hungrily at his tongue, and a familiar feeling forms in the pit of my stomach. "You want to go again?"
Itachi ponders thoughtfully. His eyes taking me in with a contemplative stare. "Let's see what's in the bag first."
I practically leap over Itachi crossing the small space to the brown bag, and I rip it open a bit too eagerly, spilling sex toys across the bedside table.
"What the h-?!" I gasp in shock. My eyes wash over the unfamiliar toys at a loss, while my mind searches for the right words. At least there are price tags on them still, so you know they aren’t used.
A possessive arm wraps around my thin waist, and I can see Aniki’s hand as it selects a string of beads from the table top. Small threads of fine black hair ghost across my shoulder, playing across my flesh like it is Itachi's own. A shudder of amorous anticipation crawls up my spine from Itachi's breath tickling the baby hairs of my neck.
He rests his lips against the shell of my ear, whispering in a soothing, yet oh, so wonderfully wicked voice. "Get on the bed."
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Kisame once again adjusts the long-sleeved silk blue shirt that hangs un-tucked over the top of the black slacks that he’s wearing. He flashes a quick smirk, before running his thick fingers through the flaming tuft of blue hair atop his head. Quickly, his fingers partially button the shirt, leaving the top three undone to reveal just a glimpse of his muscular indigo chest. He whips a picture out of the slack’s pocket before staring hungrily down at it. The image of three naked young women stare back at up him, winking and blowing kisses, while hugging each other close in indecent positions.
"Oh yeah..." Kisame smirks, snapping the neck collar down on the silk shirt. "Kisame's coming ladies."
Kisame’s fingers brush against the doorknob of the front door as he stares down at the picture, lost in his own thoughts. He prepares to step past the threshold when a voice interrupts him.
"Where's the newbie, Kisame? Hm?"
Kisame takes a step back, glancing up in surprise to see Deidara and Sasori standing directly in his path. Deidara has a arrogant smirk spread across his thin lips as he stares up at Kisame with an annoying sort of confidence. The shark-like man gives him a once over, not especially liking that one of Deidara’s eyes is partially obscured by a curtain of blonde hair. Sasori, who is standing at the blonde’s side, has his eyes set on his partner in a look of barely contained irritation. Kisame couldn’t help but be surprised that Sasori wasn’t using Hiroku, that fact alone was even more stunning than their decision to visit.
Kisame frowns, the disappointment etched into his face as he glances back down at the picture of the gorgeous ladies. A sigh of regret escapes his lips before he looks back up at the unexpected Akatsuki members standing in the doorway. Perhaps I can just walk past them, like I have no business with them... Hmmm...
"What are you wearing?" Sasori’s tone is quiet, yet derisive as his dark eyes take in Kisame’s unusual appearance.
"Where's Hiroku?" Kisame counters, ignoring the puppet master's comment.
"We're in your hideout. I don't need him. Now, what the hell are you wearing?" Sasori spits back, disliking the fact that he was ignored.
Kisame pauses, taken aback by the red head’s sour nature. Shifting his weight, he flicks his eyes at the red head, growling in response, "It's called style, doll boy. Why are you even here?"
Sasori nods in Deidara's direction. "The brat wanted to meet the newbie first."
Kisame rolls his eyes in annoyance, glancing back to the much more preferable ladies in the picture. Damn it all to hell... Itachi’s upstairs getting laid, why the hell can't I? Kisame growls again, a frown tracing across his shark-like features.
"He's in my room... first door to the right, upstairs. I'm leaving now." Kisame attempts to move past them both swiftly, but Sasori blocks his escape glaring up at him cruelly from that wooden body.
Deidara slides his slim frame past Kisame's and beyond the threshold, before he disappears inside. Sasori glares at his partner’s retreating form, calling to him as he vanishes. "Hurry up, brat, we're on a schedule! I hate waiting and I hate making people wait!"
Kisame frowns. Perhaps I should tell him he's making me wait! "What do you want, anyway?" The disinterest in his voice is apparent.
"Whose team is the new kid on?" Sasori asks curiously, his tone exceedingly more pleasant as he stares upward, as his stature is all too short for his age.
Kisame glances back down at the red head curiously, wondering whether his sour nature truly only existed in the presence of his partner. "He's paired with Itachi and me."
"Shouldn't he be paired with Zetsu? If not, then he will cause any team he's paired with to have three members." Sasori answers matter-of-factly.
"Yes, that's true, but Zetsu is usually assigned missions that deal with gathering information. A partner would interfere with that, so the leader decided he would best compliment our team... Leader's orders." Kisame answers quickly, deciding he much preferred Sasori away from his partner.
"Mhm." Sasori nods thoughtfully in agreement, contemplating his next question.
Kisame frowns, glancing back down to the picture of the clearly aroused women. Damn it... He's really not going to let me by. That damn Deidara had better hurry!
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Deidara moves quickly up, skipping stairs left and right as he makes his way towards the second door on the right. Smirking eagerly, he presses his hand flat against the partially open door, silently pushing it open a bit further, only to freeze in his tracks. His blue eyes widen, his mouth hanging slack in shock.
A naked Itachi kneels on the surface of the silk covered bed, his body perched between Sasuke's indecently spread legs. The elder Uchiha is calmly working a set of azure love beads into and out of the younger member. With the man’s slender back to the door, Deidara can see his dark tresses brushing across his delicate skin with every movement. Sasuke's eyes are closed, his head tilted back in ecstasy, red tinge slowly making its way across the boy’s cheeks in his apparent bliss. As Itachi slides the toy in a bit more, the boy’s back arches in response, to the extent that it appears as though it might break.
"Oh… Aniki… That’s my favorite toy yet!"
At the uttered words, deep blush spreads immediately across Deidara's cheeks. However, he continues to watch as Sasuke's hands glide up his own inner thighs. One wraps firmly around the base of the beads, while the other grasps hold of his shaft. Slowly, he began moving them both in sync.
"Like this, Aniki… I want you to fuck me like this." Sasuke’s head tilts back with a moan, before he glances up innocently at his elder brother. The edges of Sasuke's lips tilt upward in a small smirk... testament to his knowledge of what this previously did to Itachi.
Rather feminine hands fly quickly up to Deidara's mouth as he muffles a gasp, his previous blush only darkening, and as if sensing his own pent up sexual frustration at the erotic scene, a stream of blood begins to spurt from his nose.
In response, Itachi swiftly pulls the beads out of Sasuke, before throwing them carelessly across the room. His hands grip Sasuke's hips roughly, pulling the boy’s body down to meet his throbbing erection before thrusting in to him in one fell swoop. His actions instantly earn him a passionate moan from Sasuke.
"Don't do that, Otouto." His voice is calm, yet almost commanding in nature, not seeming at all appropriate for such a heated situation.
"Punish me… Aniki." Sasuke’s fingers tighten around the upper parts of his brother’s arms, his pleading voice cut off by yet another gasp of pleasure.
Deidara turns on his heel, his face now burning crimson. Not a second passes before he flies through the hall, down the stairs and out the front door, knocking Kisame down in the process. The startled shinobi lands hard on the wooden porch, his eyes set in a glare at the flustered blonde. Sasori merely raises an inquisitive eyebrow at his partner's sudden unusual behavior.
"Let's go Danna! Hm?!" Deidara breathes heavily, his face still flushing crimson.
"Where's the new kid?" Sasori questions, "What's his name?"
He glances towards Kisame.
"I'm not allowed to call him by his name... Itachi's rule." Kisame mutters angrily, as he dusts himself off from his now standing position. Damn kid's going to ruin my outfit...
"Hey, that's a bit possessive for a shinobi." Sasori comments evenly, ignoring the blonde as he continues to gaze at Kisame.
Abruptly, Deidara grabs Sasori's wrist, earning a cruel glare from the red head, "I said come on! Hm!"
Sasori swats his hand away, a sneer crossing his lips. “Brat. Don't ever touch me.” After a quick once-over of his partner he notices the trail of blood, “What the hell? You ill? Your face is all red and your nose is bleeding."
"I'm fine! Hm! Nothing happened!" Deidara waves his hands defensively, obviously flustered by the sudden line of inquiry.
Sasori raises an eyebrow at the display, a mixture of curiosity and amusement creeping onto his features as a chuckle escapes from his lips. "I'm going to go meet Anonymous then."
Sasori begins to walk towards the front door before Deidara jumps directly in his path, frantically waving his arms for the other to stop.
"NO! NO! Hm! NO!" Deidara pauses, gasping for breath from all the shouting, still tired out from his epic journey down the stairs. Sasori merely glances at him, eyebrows raised, appearing to question the other’s sanity.
"You’re making me wait, Sasori-danna! I want to go."
Sasori sneers at the blonde, a growl escaping his lips before he shifts his vision towards the still pimped out Kisame. Finally, his interest shifts once more towards the front door, hearing the faintest echo of a scream. Once again, Sasori cocks his brow at the sudden sound. Is Itachi torturing the new member...?
"Fucking freaks..." Sasori mutters before turning on his heel, waving his hand casually at Kisame. "Oi. Sorry about the brat, just kill him next time."
Deidara blushes once more, glaring in a rather offended manner at Sasori's back. "I'm not a brat, hm! You should be thanking me, Danna!"
"So… I should be grateful you wasted my time?! You know I hate waiting, you insolent brat!"
Kisame listens to their argument as they disappear from the cavern into the brush. Biting his lip painfully to hold it in, Kisame's gruff laughter finally spills forth, filling the cavern and echoing off the stone walls. He falls to his knees, teary eyed, gripping his sides desperately to keep them from splitting.XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
"Come on, it's time for you to meet the other members." Kisame chuckles to me, hurrying me out the door so as not to anger Itachi.
"No! Wait!" I chide happily, pulling Itachi onto the couch next to me.
Itachi resentfully allows me to do so, and he sits on the couch facing me while I cuddle into his lap. I can feel his impatient eyes on me as I look to Kisame, who is watching me strangely.
"Take a picture of us... Please?" I ask Kisame politely. He merely nods in understanding, stepping over to the end table and opening the drawer. After a moment or so of digging inside of it, and some incoherent muttering he pulls out a camera.
Itachi attempts to stand, the annoyance shining in his crimson eyes. But, I defiantly pull him back to the couch. Lacing my slender fingers through his soft, dark hair, I pleadingly tug his face to mine. I stare into the fine porcelain features etched to form the beauty which is Itachi. I gaze adoringly into my Aniki’s eyes, touching the tip of my nose to his. The harsh glare from those sharp eyes softens among his placid features, a rare sight indeed. Slowly, he snakes his lithe arms possessively around my thin waist... and a small content smile forms on my lips.
The camera’s click echoes through the room, followed by a temporarily blinding flash and the camera spits out the instant photo. Itachi blinks surprised, before irritation forms in his scarlet eyes shining once again from his passive features. He stands abruptly and maneuvers silently to the front door before disappearing out of it.
"Don't mind him... He just hates having his picture taken." Kisame chuckles, handing me the photo.
I nod in understanding, before pulling a marker from the end table. On the back of the photo I scribble out a message before handing it back to him. I stand slowly.
"Give this to Uzumaki Naruto." I ask him sternly, before adding a soft, "Please."
"Who?" Kisame questions in a surprised tone.
"The nine tails kid." I mumble, my voice hushed.
Kisame blinks down at me, a curious look playing across his features. "We're headed to meet with our Leader. There's no time.... and I'm not the postal service!" Kisame finishes, his tone holding the hiss of annoyance.
"I'm not asking for express delivery! Just, please, as a favor." My voice is demanding and stern, yet simultaneously pleading.
Kisame falls silent, before nodding in silent understanding as he reads the note on the back. "Come on, it's not good to keep Itachi waiting."
We walk out of the cavern, and Itachi turns to me. His dark hair is sliding across the soft nape of his neck, and he is wearing his classic passive expression free from the flaws of human emotion. I lace my fingers between his, like a lover, only to have Itachi skillfully slip his hand out of mine withdrawing it from my grasp.
As the three of us leave together for the Akatsuki main base, I can only smirk to myself in satisfaction, because that is who Itachi is... and even though he will never openly requit my love, I can read between the thin lines, and I know I am Itachi's... and Itachi is mine as well... all mine, for eternity...
The thin line between love and hate is sometimes as vast as an ocean. My adoration of our love was tinged with misplaced hate. Or perhaps my hatred for you was justified... But that wasn't what I wanted, and it didn't make me happy. In your arms, I am at peace and have found contentment. Now I’m on the other side of this vast ocean, which I crossed only to drown in... I face what I once was reborn...
And I can face you now, aniki...
With no regrets or illusions...
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Naruto wakes groggily, rolling onto his side in the uncomfortable hospital bed. It has been over a week since his encounter with Sasuke, yet he still cannot accept what has happened. He stares dejectedly through the clear glass window of his room into the remarkably clear blue sky, hating the chirping sounds of the merry birds outside. Why... Why did you leave, Sasuke?
He runs his greasy fingers through the tufts of his disheveled blonde hair. A sigh of longing escapes his lips, as the sunlight glistens against the fine sheen of sweat on his brow. I wasn't strong enough to save him... I'm still too weak.
Naruto listens with a vague sort of disinterest to Kakashi and Tsunade's conversation outside his door. A profound sorrow grips his heart, pulling him only further into a spiral of deep despair. He squeezes his eyes shut as the anguish seizes him, a tear sliding down his already streaked face. He moves his arm to the table next to the hospital bed using muscle memory to find his glass... Suddenly, his fingertips knock into a rather rough piece of paper. His brow furrows, as he grips the paper and draws it into his lap.
His sapphire eyes open slowly encircled by dark bags of exhaustion. He stares down at the yellow envelope questioningly, it bears his name. Carefully, he tears into it, knocking the contents of it across his bed sheets... A picture. His sweaty fingers discard the envelope, before gripping the picture roughly. He blinks curiously, staring in disbelief at the two forms in the picture.
Sasuke sits curled into Itachi's lap, his fingers threaded into his brother's dark tresses while he stares in adoration into the elder's eyes, and Itachi laces his arms around his little brother's form, a passive yet soft expression worn on his face.
Naruto flips the picture over, reading the short note on the back quickly. A small but content smile forms on his lips. He leans back in the bed, a soft sigh escaping his lips, as he stares merrily out the window, a newfound peace growing inside his heart.
I'm happy for you Sasuke... I'm happy you finally found contentment and love and...
Naruto stares out into the clear blue sky, at the unreachable clarity of the dreams that soar above. Knowing he will one day to reach his just as Sasuke did.
I'm glad you’re no longer alone.
As Kakashi and Tsunade's footsteps approach his hospital room, the short message on the back of the picture replays in his mind...
Hate is an illusion...
My love is for eternity.
My hatred died in my eclipse,
As my love carried me onward, across into infinity...
You and me, aniki...
Eternity.
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The End
A/N: Yes, this is the last chapter! So I hope you guys enjoyed the ending! Please review and let me know what you think.
Just a side note, the note Sasuke wrote on the back was only the Italicized words "Hate is an illusion, my love is for eternity." The bold words is just Sasuke's thoughts at the end. The bold print was more or less Sasuke saying that hatred is the equivalent of death cause it lead to his downfall, but his love for his aniki is what gave him new life. His final thought is that their love is so strong, it could even carry them across into the afterlife binding them together for eternity.
So Sasuke eventually came to the conclusion that the real illusion was hatred, which blinds people from reality, not love or sentiment like Itachi believes.
Anyways, strangely enough, my fav part about the chapter actually has nothing to do with SasuIta... It is where Deidara catches them and then when he argues with Sasori. lol. I was bored and became comical....
And now for the part that was edited out of the Deidara X Sasori scene. Souji edited it out, and then I edited it back in... only to question it before posting, so I edited it back out as well:
Abruptly, Deidara grabs Sasori's wrist, earning a cruel glare from the red head, "I said come on! Hm!"
Sasori swats his hand away, a sneering his lips back to reveal ivory teeth. "Rude brat. Don't ever touch me." After a quick once-over of his partner, he notices the trail of blood. "What the hell? You ill? your face is all red and your nose is bleeding..." Sasori's eyes trail down to Deidara's palms, "Your hand-mouths have nose bleeds... and that doesn't even make sense."
........... I thought it was funny. *pout* But my friends who I let read it before posting told me it wasn't (this is not counting Souji... I don't know why he edited it out cause he didn't say... probably to keep Sasori in character I would imagine) and that I should keep it out.
Mindless Fun With the Akatsuki XXXXXXXXXX The Meeting
Pein (Leader): Fellow Akatsuki members, welcome to the meeting. I would like to introduce our newest member, Sasuke, who will be paired with Itachi and Kisame.
Sasuke: Yo
Everyone else: Hi
Pein: Now, first item up for business is the issue of nail polish. I understand some of you are unhappy with the color purple.
Hidan: I think it should be red, like the color of blood! Jashin likes blood.
Kakuzu: I've been in this organization since pratically the beginning! I say it stays the traditional purple!
Deidara: Red is too feminine, Hm.
Sasori: ... *thinks to self: With that hair you're worried about being girly?
Zetsu: How about green? It's earthy.
Kisame: Blue is better, like the ocean.
Sasuke: .... Are we really discussing nail polish? .... Whose idea was it for us to paint our nails anyway?
Konan: Mine.
Deidara: It's artistic! Hm!
Sasori: No, it isn't... brat...
Pein: The color violet stays, do I have a second.
Konan: I second the motion.
Kakuzu: I second it, as well.
Sasori: *thinks: then it isn't a second, morron, it's a third.
Pein: Then it is settled! The polish stays violet!... What do you think Itachi? You haven't said anything this whole time.
Itachi: ... It's weak... Why is it so weak... It's because... Our toe nails aren't painted!
Pein: Hmm... good point. From now one, every Akatsuki member will have painted toe nails as well.
*Akatsuki pulls out nail polish and begins painting nails*
Sasuke * spreading toes with spacers*: So anyways, Kisame and I were shopping for clothes, and we saw this adorable shirt, but it was a hundred dollars!!!
Kisame *buffing nails for polishing*: yeah, a hundred bucks for silk.
Itachi *painting toe nails violet*: That's brutal...
Konan *removing previous polish*: Oh, what color was it?
Kisame: Blue, of course.
Deidara *while buffing nails for polish* : Does this black cloak make me look fat?
Sasori *while applying a clear, protective coat to his wooden painted nails* : No! No! Of course not!
Itachi *blowing on nails to dry them*: You should try pin stripes. It draws the eyes down.