Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ The Prodigy ❯ Hell Hath No Fury ( Chapter 23 )

The Prodigy

Chapter 23

Hell Hath No Fury

 

 

Sasuke did make it to the car on the appointed time Itachi had told him. His older brother was waiting for him behind the wheel. When he climbed in, two things were noted. One, Itachi refused to acknowledge him in any way, shape, or form. Second, Itachi's knuckles were completely bloodless as they gripped the steering wheel as if it was Itachi's last lifeline. That's when Sasuke fully took in the extent of the damage and just how much shit he was actually in.

There was of intense rage were rolling off of Itachi and making the small space inside the car, almost unbearable to be in. The look on Itachi's face was one that was not to be taken lightly. His elegantly shaped lips were pressed together in a tight line and his eyes had bleed over into the Sharingan, the special bloodline trait kekkei genkai that only the Uchiha clan had. It was something that they were able to control at will, but Itachi and Sasuke had always used it against each other when they were really anger so that the other one under stood just how furious they were with the other. They had never used the technique against to harm the other.

That didn't stop Sasuke from wondering if he would though. After knowing who Itachi was outside of their family life. Sasuke wondered if his brother would be that sadistic. Everything that had happened in the time he had come to stay with the older man had been amazing, but also strenuous on his body. Itachi had managed to push him to the max in every sexual experience they've had. Therefore, what would stop Itachi from actually being flat out painful with no pleasure, especially when he was irate? Which at the moment, would be right now.

Sasuke started to instantly regret his decision on getting in the car with Itachi to go back to his older brother's flat. What happened in the alleyway should have been proof that Itachi was completely off his rocker, insanely jealous and this would most likely end up really painful for Sasuke. He decided the only thing he could try to do was talk Itachi down from his anger, but just the thought of engaging in a verbal battle with his brother scared him.

He was so lost and having his own inner argument that he didn't notice his brother had pulled into the drive way and cut the engine. Sasuke glanced at Itachi and watched him exit the car. His eyes followed the older man until he disappeared into the house. Sasuke slowly proceeded to do so also, but at a much more uncertain pace. He was at the doorstep and just about ready to open the door when it was opened for him and Itachi hauled him in by the scruff of his shirt.

This was bad. Itachi didn't look like he was going to play nice and when Sasuke was thrown clear across the room to land in the middle of the living room he knew that he was in deep shit. He pushed himself up enough so he was not eating carpet and braced himself as he turned over on his back to face Itachi.

The older Uchiha was staring down at him with deadly intent. He swallowed hard and opened his mouth to say something in his defense but didn't get a chance to voice the words, because Itachi was suddenly in front of him and a fist was planted in his face sending him right back on the carpet as he let out a heavy grunt of pain. His body was pinned to the floor with Itachi now sitting firmly on his chest.

He kept his eyes closed as he forced back the tears. He could feel the blood draining from his now throbbing nose. He went to wipe the trail away, but his hands were immediately pinned above him, bracketed between one of Itachi's stronger, bigger hands. He slowly opened his eyes and turned his head to face his seething brother.

“Was it good while it lasted, otouto? Did he taste as good as me? Feel as good as me or was he better then me?” Itachi spat in his face, forcing him to close his eyes again as an unfamiliar rush of emotion collided into his body and settled in his heart. “I hope he was worth it, Sasuke.” Itachi informed in a harsh deadly whisper. “Because I don't fuck whores.”

With that, Itachi hit him one more time with his free hand and then abandon his younger brother on the floor as he stormed out of the room, slamming his bedroom door enough to shake the walls. Sasuke laid there with silent tears finally leaking out of the corner of his eyes as he stared at the wall. The words his brother had just harshly proclaimed running through his mind over and over again. `Because I don't fuck whores.' What did his brother mean by that? Was that Itachi's way of stating that their relationship had come to a screeching halt?

Sasuke painfully forced his abused body into a sitting position as he wiped the blood away. He could taste a thick copper substance in his mouth and a throbbing in his tongue and knew he had bit it with his brother's last precise hit. He moved forward so he was on his hands and knees, then forced his body to move so that he could shakily stand on his feet. He limped into the kitchen, a harsh pain shot up his spine and knew that he must have reopened the wounds in his ass when he struck the floor. He made it to the sink and leaned over it spitting the blood colored saliva into it. He ran the water as he got a glass and continuously rinsed his mouth until he got the nauseating taste out of it.

He set the cup down gingerly and stared at the running water as it drained down the sink. It was like he was watching his life flow down that drain. He had made one stupid, okay extremely stupid decision, on how to get back at his brother and that one choice had tore the one thing away from him that had meant everything. He slowly shut off the water and watched the rest in it dissipate. When it was all cleared though he notice little droplets falling to the metal surface, that's when he realized just how much he was crying.

That was his breaking point. A sob was released from his lips and his knees gave out from under him. He sobbed uncontrollably as he sat on the floor his hands still gripping painfully at the ledge of the sink. His body convulsing violently with each painful release of emotion from his breaking heart. He knew that there was only one thing left to do, but the question was could he bring himself to do it.

It took him five minutes to calm his emotional outbreak, but it didn't stop the pain invading his heart. He literally almost crawled to his bedroom, because his body didn't want to obey a single command that his mind told it, but he miraculously made it to his feet. He found himself slowly in front of his brother's bedroom door and everything inside him told him to go in. He wanted so badly to fix the mess he had created, but he knew it would be pointless to try. Itachi had made up his mind and it would not change no matter how much Sasuke begged.

He sealed himself to his fate and moved to his room. He shut the door silently behind him and fell against it in defeat. He let his legs give out and he sank to the floor staring blindly at the room like a zombie. He had never felt so lost and so alone in his whole entire life. He soon let the darkness slide over his vision, but the pain still throbbed in his soul.

 

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Itachi rolled over in his bed as he slowly came too. He threw his arm out to gather his brother close only to realize the spot next to him was vacant. His eyes snapped open as the day events rushed into focus all over again and he cursed as he flipped over onto his back to stare at the dark ceiling. He glanced at the bedside clock and scowled at the fact he had been sleeping for five hours.

He wondered what his brother had been doing this whole time then degraded himself for even thinking about the little shit. He pushed himself up and stared down at his sweaty clothes. He hadn't even bothered to change out of his daily clothes and now he was regretting it. He felt dirty and sticky from the cold sweat that his body had produced in his sleep. This is the main reason he loved to sleep naked, he never had to deal with this shit.

He wasn't thinking correctly earlier though. All he really remembered was being so angry he couldn't see straight and then falling onto his bed, instantly falling asleep. He wasn't mad now, which was better. However, he was hurting, a lot. He frowned at his feet. He wasn't use to this feeling. He had always refused to get emotionally or physically attached to anyone and that included Sasuke, so why did his chest feel like there was a knife engulfed in it and it was slowly twisting painfully while thrusting a little deeper each time. He was completely at a loss and didn't know what to make of these unwanted feelings. Maybe he just needed a good lay that wasn't Sasuke and he'd be back on his game in no time.

He decided he would give Neji and Gaara a call a little later, but first order of business was to get out of his clothes, get in a hot shower, hopefully relaxing his strung out body. If just a little. He was doing just that when a bad feeling came washing over him as his shirt came off. He carelessly dropped it to the floor as his feet moved on there own. He was out of his room in an instant and swallowed by more darkness. It was only six; Sasuke would never be asleep at this hour. He always stayed up until one or two in the morning. No matter how early he woke up.

He went to the spare bedroom and hesitated. He really wasn't in the mood to see his otouto, but this feeling was compelling him to enter. He argued with himself for a few seconds then stilled the mental thoughts and forced himself to push the door open. It was just as dark in the bedroom as the rest of the house. He switched the light switch on and stared in confusing at the empty room. He found himself moving over to the closest and throwing the doors open. There was nothing inside. He opened the dresser drawers. They were empty also.

He was at a loss of words and actions. Had his little brother actually left? Had he actually packed all his stuff and abandoned Itachi on his own free will? That was not right; Sasuke would never do anything like this. No matter how pissed off he ever got at him. So what was going on?

Itachi left the room and made his way to the kitchen. He was going to call that bastard and find out what the hell the little shit was thinking. He switched on the light and reached for his phone, but was stopped short at the piece of paper lying on the table. He dropped his hand back down to his side as he stared at the table. He found himself being reluctant to actually pick it up and read the contents.

He decided that this was not going to affect him. He walked up to the table and picked up the sheet. He didn't even read it. He just glanced and confirmed that it was from Sasuke. He took a deep breath and let out a heavy sigh. He figured this wasn't going to be pretty. He let his eyes fall to the first line and the only line on the page.

 

I'm leaving. Don't come after me.

Sasuke

 

Itachi snorted. His brother presumed too much. There was no way Itachi would go after a cheating, whining bitch. He crumbled the piece of paper up and threw it toward the trashcan in the corner of the kitchen. He missed and for some reason that irritated him even more. He grabbed his phone off the charger and started back to his room while dialing Neji's number.

“Hello, Master.” Neji purred as he answered.

“Are you and your partner busy tonight?”

“We are never busy when it comes to you.”

“Good, I want you and Gaara over here in two hours.” Itachi ordered.

“Are we staying the night?” Neji's voice was hinting his enthusiasm.

“I don't know yet.” Itachi paused for a second as his heart gave a stab of pain. “I wouldn't count on it.”

“Okay. We'll be there soon.” Neji said slightly hesitant. “Are you okay Itachi?”

“Nothing that concerns you so don't worry about it and don't dare bring it up again.” Itachi hissed.

“Whatever you say Master.” Neji answered in submission.

Itachi snapped the phone shut and went to take his shower. He took about an hour in there, until his hot water turned cold. He exited the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his hips as he toweled his hair with another one. He grabbed a pair of silk pajama pants out of his drawers and slipped the towel off his waist, slipping his pants on in its place.

He sat on his bed after, for what seemed like five minutes, but apparently had been longer. The knock on the door was the thing that brought him from his nothingness. He slowly rose to his feet and went to answer it. Neji and Gaara both greeted him with a smile. He never smiled so he didn't return it. He just gave them orders.

“Go to my room. You both better be naked when I get there.”

They walked off to do as he demanded. He shut the door quietly and stood there for a long minute. His mind was blank, but he had no motivation to do anything. What was wrong with him? Whenever it came to sex he was always ready to dominate, but something was holding him back. He forced it from his mind and made his way back to the room.

What he found waiting for him was a wet dream come true, but didn't seem to faze him. He moved to the foot of the bed to stare down at the two deliciously naked boys. They both looked up at him with lust-filled eyes, licking their lips in anticipation for what was to come. Itachi leaned forward and engaged with Neji in a deep luscious kiss. That caught his libido's attention, but still wasn't enough to get him hard. He pulled back after biting harshly at the boy's bottom lip.

Gaara whined in the back of his throat and Itachi gave in, grabbing a hold of the fire red hair and forcing the boy's head back so that he could devour the tempting mouth. Gaara just sank into the kiss like the good submissive that Itachi taught him to be, letting his lips part wide for the invasion of the Prodigy's hot moist tongue. He moaned loudly, fists gripping the comforter in lust. Neji had already dipped down and taken his lover's leaking cock into his mouth, impatient for getting things into the more hot heavy stuff.

Itachi used his other hand to rip Neji away and broke the kiss with Gaara. Neji groaned for being denied. Gaara was only panting heavily, shifting uncomfortably in his spot. Itachi glared at both boy's on his bed as they looked up at him pleadingly.

“Tonight you will not do anything unless I tell you too. If you disobey, you will wish you never stepped foot in my house. Got it?”

“Yes, Master.” They said in unison, loving it when Itachi was in one of these moods, because it always ended with the best sex either one of them had ever had.

Itachi stepped back and sat in the chair that was next to his door. He watched the boy's for a long moment deciding exactly how he wanted this night to play out. He leaned back and placed his arms on the chair as his hands gripped the edge.

“Only kissing.” He ordered.

Neji literally launched himself at Gaara. Theirs lips meeting in a frantic kiss. It was apparent that both boy's had been fired up for tonight. The way that their tongues kept battling as Itachi watched them slide over each other before the mouths connected to hide the view. He watched the way the boy's body's moved against one another in jerky motions, trying to get some much-needed stimulation to their hard throbbing erections.

Itachi rose from the chair going to the bedside table and opening the drawer. He pulled out the lube and set it aside as he grabbed to cock rings. He turned to face the hot scene on the bed and climbed up on it with the two oblivious boys.

“Enough.” He stated.

There was a last brush of tongues and lips, and then the boys separated as told. Itachi leaned forward, placing a ring on each boy's blushing cocks. They both squirmed at the pressure, but didn't complain. They knew well not to complain especially with the mood Itachi had established between all of them for the night.

“Now I want you boy's to 69 it and I had better see some ass play too.” He ordered in a deep husky voice that vibrated through Gaara and Neji's body.

They both groaned and did as they were told. Itachi wanteded both boys' begging by the end of the night. He moved to get comfortable on the bed so that he could watch his pet and former one, pleasure each other. Neji's mouth had swallowed Gaara whole and the red hair boy tightened his grip on his partner's hips in response to the sudden pleasure. He wasn't idle either. His mouth instantly went to Neji's tense balls and licked at them, before lightly sucking one into his mouth.

Neji moaned around the hard cock in his mouth, telling his lover how much he enjoyed it as he vigorously sucked at the tip of his lover's dick, tongue running over the slit to collect the precum. Then, once again, slid his wet mouth down the length until the red hairs brushed his nose.

Gaara moved his mouth further up to lightly run his tongue along the wrinkled skin around the quivering entrance. He then forced his tongue into the tight ring and proceeded to tongue fuck his lover. Neji whimpered and pressed back against his partner as he sucked hungrily at the throbbing dick in his mouth.

Itachi was now fully enjoying the scene in front of him and his cock was as hard as a rock, pressing hard against his silk pants. He let his hand fall down to the material, forcing back a moan as the silk felt so delicious against his flesh. He couldn't stop the shiver of pleasure that rushed up his spine from the action though. Still it didn't feel the same and he wasn't getting the pleasure he so needed so badly.

“Stop!”

Neji and Gaara forced themselves apart and looked over at the mind-blowing scene of Itachi pleasuring himself through the pants. They both rolled apart and got up on their knees. Practically begging like dogs to get their mouths on what they knew was a fucking amazing dick that was hidden from view. Itachi knew instantly what the boy's wanted from their lust-glazed eyes. He slowly slide his pajama bottoms over his hips and then off his legs. He pushed them from the bed, on to the floor as he wrapped a hand along his straining cock as the boys licked their lips.

“Are you hungry pets?”

Both Neji and Gaara nodded their heads absently too caught up watching the way Itachi's hand glided slowly up and down his dick. He used his other hand and motioned them forward. Both boy's almost jumped into his lap and started licking frantically at his pulsing erection like starved animals. Itachi moved his hand and leaned back watching them lazily. The lovers were licking up and down him like a lollipop making him shiver in pleasure.

His eyes drifted partially closed as his mind started to wander. Which he never did during sex, but suddenly he was somewhere else. Neither boy noticed as their tongues met at the tip of his cock, gathering the precum and swapping it between a hot Itachi flavored kiss, tongues still brushing against the man, they were pleasuring.

Itachi snapped out of his daze suddenly, coming back to the hot scene in front of him. He growled low in his throat, actually irritated in himself for getting distracted. He clutched at Gaara's hair and harshly pulled him up not caring if he hurt the boy. Gaara always got off on the pain, no matter how little or much of was applied.

“Prepare your lover.” He snapped, suddenly wanting to finish this encounter and get to bed.

Gaara didn't hesitate. He pulled away and moved around the back of Neji as he reached for the lube. He coated his fingers with a liberal amount and pushed two in past the tight ring. Neji tensed up at the sudden intrusion but didn't stop sucking hard at his Master's now leaking cock. Gaara stretched him quickly not caring if he was hurting his lover. He was just too frantic to get inside that warm tight heat.

“Take the rings off.” Itachi breathed out as he let his head fall back against the headboard and closing his eyes, soaking up the pleasure.

Neji was an expert when it came to using his tongue, but it just didn't feel as good as it use too. He concentrated on every detail of the mouth that moved along his cock, trying to bring himself fully into the pleasure being offered to him. Suddenly he was forced further into Neji's wet heat and a cry was released from around his throbbing length. He let his eyes slide open so he could watch as Gaara pounded into Neji's ass with open abandon.

Both boy's were extremely turned on and already riding the edge of release. This still didn't do anything for Itachi. He continued to watch, as Gaara's rhythm grew erratic. He slid his hand into Neji's long loose black hair, forcing the boy to take all of his impressive length in, not caring that the boy gagged lightly against him. All he wanted was to find some kind of release.

“Touch yourself Neji.” He snapped through gritted teeth.

The boy did as told moan deep in his throat, the sound vibrating along Itachi's aching erection and causing that familiar sense of release to come swirling up in his lower stomach. He let his eyes fall closed as he concentrated on that feeling.

Neji was the first to cum, screaming along Itachi's erection. This pushed the Uchiha over the edge and he unloaded his own cream into the boy's awaiting mouth.

“Swallow it all.” He growled out as Gaara threw his head back and let out a deep moan of his own as his release exploded from him. Itachi pulled Neji away from him as the last waves of orgasmic bliss washed over him. “Good boys.” He muttered as he let go of his pet.

Neji and Gaara were both panting hard as Gaara slowly slide out of his lover. They both silently watched the Prodigy in slight confusion. They hadn't anticipated that Itachi wouldn't be slamming his cock in one of their tight asses. Neji was the first to speak.

“Where's Sasuke?” The tension in the room was suddenly so thick as Itachi's eyes snapped open and he glared at Neji.

“That's none of your concern.” He hissed.

This made both boys stop short as they stared at Itachi speechless. Neither one of them had ever seen Itachi this angry. They had heard rumors of the way the Uchiha was when he was mad, but they had never experienced it first hand.

“I'm sorry. I just thought it was weird that Sasuke wasn't here doing this for you.” Neji just didn't really know when to quit when he was a head and he was regretting it immensely as he was backhanded so hard that it sent him flying off the bed and hitting the dresser hard on his side.

He hit the floor with a grunt as he coughed up blood. Gaara stared wide eyed at the scene before him. He wanted to stick up for his lover, but the pure rage on Itachi's face made him cower at the end of the bed in fear for his life. Itachi turned Sharingan eyes on him and he actually shiver in fear.

“Collect your lover and get the fuck out of my house before I kill you both for not listening.”

Gaara didn't hesitate. He was off the bed so fast. He pulled on his pants and did them up as he leaned down over his lover. He collected Neji in his arms not even worrying about the rest of their clothes, just trying to get them out of the house as quickly as possible before Itachi lashed out in another wave of fury.

Itachi watched them leave feeling as if he needed to kill something and soon. How dare Neji for trying to pry into his business. The boy knew better. Itachi had been excessively lenient with him and needed to re-teach Neji how to be a proper pet. He cursed to himself as he glared down at his naked form. He refused to give into the emotions in his body, the feelings that were swarming his heart. He prided himself in being calm and collected. He was going to stick by that and he was not going to let this conflict inside him win. He was stronger then this and that's how it was going to be.

 

 

TBC…….

 

 

Kitty- Wow, that was really intense. That was so intense I had to take a break halfway through it. Anyway, here's the chapter I promised and please review and tell me what you think about it. Ja Ne!