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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      Naruto
  Relationship:
      Uchiha_Itachi/Uchiha_Shisui, Uchiha_Itachi_&_Uchiha_Shisui, Shimura
      Danzou/Uchiha_Itachi, Shimura_Danzou/Uchiha_Shisui, ANBU/Uchiha_Itachi
  Character:
      Uchiha_Itachi, Uchiha_Shisui, Uchiha_Fugaku, Uchiha_Mikoto, Uchiha
      Sasuke, Hatake_Kakashi, Shimura_Danzou, Yamato_|_Tenzou, Aburame_Sugaru,
      Uzuki_Yugao, Aburame_Yoji, Ko_-_Character
  Additional Tags:
      Slow_Build, Rough_Sex, Anal_Sex, Sex, Group_Sex, Gentle_Sex, Alternate
      Universe, Dominance, Dom/sub, Submission, BDSM, Heavy_BDSM, Torture,
      Punishment, Pain, Painful_Sex, Sadism, Wax, Whips, Bondage, Burning,
      explicit_-_Freeform, Graphic, Violence
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-05-27 Updated: 2017-07-03 Chapters: 11/? Words: 22598
****** Roots of Shadows ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     The ground looked like a blur far below. Warm pain danced through his
     body. No sound reached his ears, or, if it did, it had no
     registration in his mind. The edges of his vision looked like singed
     paper, dark and pressing on the light areas so that they may cave in
     to its demands. And nearly, they did.
      
     The main relationship in this is Shisui/Itachi. As given away by the
     warnings, you can guess how the other pairings will factor in!
Notes
     This is a very graphic and angsty story, please beware before
     reading!
     Graphic chapters will have warnings at the beginning!
***** Impact: Mission of Jeopardy *****
The ground looked like a blur far below. Warm pain danced through his body. No
sound reached his ears, or, if it did, it had no registration in his mind. The
edges of his vision looked like singed paper, dark and pressing on the light
areas so that they may cave in to its demands. And nearly, they did.
The ground moved closer now, and it registered finally what was happening.
Kakashi landed on the ground with grace. Tenzou glided down beside him and
helped him ease the boy’s body delicately to the soft patch of grass in a ray
of sunlight beneath the broad canopy. They laid him down slowly and with the
utmost care.
His vision was swamped with bright sunlight, but it still glowed like tunnel
vision. He had not fully come to his senses. Voices sounded now like a distant
chorus and he could not pick out single words. Unwittingly, he blinked. His
vision slow to return to him. In the midst of the warm pain, there was a sharp
prick in his thigh. Gradually, voices matched with their speakers, the canopy
became visible to him, and the warm pain became a hot agony.
“Easy, now. He’s in a lot of pain, we need to be careful moving him.”
“Do you think he’ll make it back to camp with injuries like those?”
“No. Not without that adrenaline shot, anyway. We have to move him quickly, but
carefully too. It’s a delicate situation. If we toss him around like a rag
doll, we’re almost certain to injure him further.”
“That’s the last thing he needs right now.”
…
He could feel his vision drifting farther into the tunnel. But the agony his
body was in did not accompany it. Sound came from farther and farther away. But
the hot pain still remained. And then, blankness.
 
 
 
His eyes opened, slowly, and as though a thousand weights held them down.
Although everything appeared to be filtered through a charcoal lens, he could
make out different objects in the room. This included the person sitting
immediately at his side, caressing his hand carefully around the shells of IV
injections that still dripped. He could make him out, but he could not speak.
He could not move. He was suspended in a state of momentary paralysis.
There were voices now. They sounded like they were underwater, reverberating
off of the walls of some ancient, submerged temple. He couldn’t react, but he
could see people moving around him, the person to his side reluctantly
shuffling out of their way. Faces close to his, but words still drowned. He
felt his chest become bare as they undid part of the light robe that barely
covered him and an immense discomfort a moment later as they connected a tube
to the port on his chest. Then, another prick in his arm, this one more
prominent, as another IV line was inserted. Now, his eyes opened for real. He
could hear voices clearly, and see faces without the heavy sheen of darkness
that clouded his vision. And when he tried to move his hand, it moved.
“That’s good, he’s responding to stimuli. Get the painkillers flowing.”
“All right, they should be reaching his heart in about 30 seconds. It’ll take
an additional minute or so for them to begin taking effect.”
“That’s fine. Strap his hands gently just in case he has an unexpected
reaction. We can’t have him ripping his stitches apart and losing more blood.
Lord knows we nearly lost him to shock earlier.”
…
Lost me to shock?...he wondered dully, How badly was I hit?
The medical ninjas moved away, still chattering about his condition, and a
familiar face reclaimed their spot. Shisui…
 
 
 
“Hey there, kiddo,” Shisui’s beautiful and familiar voice was welcomed more
than he ever thought possible, “Have you finally come to?”
He merely gazed dully at Shisui in response.
Shisui smiled, a very tender look gracing his face, “That’s all right. Don’t
overdo it, you got pretty banged up out there and you’ll need a lot of rest for
a while. I… I was really worried about you,
Itachi.”
Itachi found his voice finally, “Shisui… I’m glad you’re here. I don’t want to
be alone.”
Shisui smiled a little more, brushing a fleeting strand of hair from Itachi’s
face and leaning over to kiss him reassuringly on the forehead, “As if I’d let
you wake up alone after what you’ve just been through.”
What I’ve been through… I can’t remember. I can’t grab ahold of it, it’s all
dark. There’s only darkness right now.
…
“Shisui, I can’t remember anything. Only vague thoughts, nothing concrete.
Please, tell me what happened.”
Shisui shifted, frowning deeply, “Well, It’s probably not safe to get you
worked up right now. But if you promise you’ll tell me if it gets to be too
much, if it causes you flashbacks or distress of any kind, I’ll tell you.”
…
“I promise.”
 
 
Shisui closed his eyes for a moment, as though contemplating what he was about
to say, “Well, here goes.
Itachi, team Ro was assigned a mission to Amegakure. The objective was to
perform a counter attack against Kumogakure’s stronghold there. Your team
divided into three groups, with you and Tenzou acting as solo’s to avoid
detection. Your jobs were to infiltrate to target camp in order to bug the
place and, in the event of discovery, place sealed paper bombs discretely
around the perimeter and within the building. I don’t know at what point it
went wrong exactly, but somehow you were discovered. In that case, you were to
provide cover for the rest of the team to fall back from wherever they were
undercover at the time. While the rest of the team fled, with the exception of
the captain whose job it is to wait for you to clear the area, you were to hold
off the Kumogakure shinobi.”
A face flashed into Itachi’s head. Kumogakure shinobi…
“I’m not sure what happened, Itachi… But there was an explosion. Two actually.
One cut off the rest of the escaping team, and one hit you directly. Three
people were killed, and you were the only one of the injured that survived. But
not without a cost. You’ve been wounded severely on your leg, and you’ve
suffered a great deal of trauma to the rest of your body as well. They didn’t
initially think you’d ever recover from the head trauma you sustained, and you
went into shock within minutes of the explosion and were barely alive when you
got here. You weren’t even fully stabilized when they put you in emergency
surgery to stop the internal bleeding. And then there was the question of
whether or not your organs could recover from the shock of your injuries. But
alas, you’re a tough one. Somehow, you fought your way through it. You’re
stable now, you’re body has been steadily, although albeit slowly, recovering
while you were in a coma for the last 8 days.”
Eight days… I’ve been unconscious for eight days. I suppose it shouldn’t be a
surprise that I don’t remember much.
 
 
 
Shisui gently stroked Itachi’s face, gazing at him with pain and worry lacing
his eyes, “You’re not completely out of the woods yet. You’ve still got a lot
of recovering to do before you’re fit to even consider returning to work for
ANBU. But, there’s no question now that you’ll pull through. That’s really… all
that mattered to me…”
Itachi looked softly at Shisui, who was quite choked up with the heaviness of
the burden of potentially losing Itachi.
“You know, Itachi, even if you were totally helpless for the rest of your life,
even if you needed someone to feed and bathe you forever, just so long as I
didn’t lose you, I would’ve been more than happy to devote my life to caring
for you.”
Itachi’s heart swelled, “Shisui, I could never have asked that of you. You have
a life that’s just as important.”
“Oh, come on Itachi,” Shisui’s breathing steadied out a bit, “What makes you
think I’d wait for you to ask for my help? You know I would do anything for
you, and you know I would never, ever betray you. And abandonment is the same
as betrayal to me.”
…
“Shisui.”
***** Healing: The Long Way Home *****
The road to recovery was not a pleasant one, and Itachi knew this. Doctors and
renowned medical ninja from all over the land of fire put their two cents in on
Itachi and his condition and his progress and Itachi was more than happy when
he was finally allowed to return to the comfort of his home.
Sasuke was, as expected, the first to greet Itachi. Teary eyed and mushy,
Sasuke had wailed into his brothers arm, being cautious not to cause him any
harm. Itachi’s body was still considerably damaged. Doctors had closed the
opening in his chest which was used to administer the powerful painkillers that
would knock him out for a day at a time. His external wounds were covered
stitches now, and some prominent shinobi from Kusagakure had begun a healing
process involving a secret jutsu native to their land. The jutsu, as Itachi
understood it, involved streaming chakra through water in order to get a wound
to heal more thoroughly. As a result, Itachi spent three hours a day submerged
to his nose in a bath.
Sasuke spent day in and day out catering to Itachi’s needs, and sometimes
Itachi would assign him things just to help him to feel he was truly helping
Itachi’s condition. Sasuke would bring him snacks when he got hungry and his
medicine right on time for him to take it. For the first couple of weeks home,
Itachi couldn’t walk too well on his own and his parents had to help him do a
lot of things. The gruesome wound he’d sustained on his leg had torn clean
through his muscles, and the rebuilding and strengthening process was long and
painful. After therapy sessions, Itachi would commonly find himself screaming
in agony. Mikoto would cradle him and coo to him in an attempt to soothe his
suffering. While it rarely helped the pain, Itachi was grateful for the comfort
of his mother.
After all, I’m only 15. I shouldn’t be ashamed to feel the need for my mother’s
comfort.
Mikoto most likely took it harder than Itachi had to begin with. That was her
son, her precious baby boy, that was laid up with injuries that had nearly
claimed his life. It was understandably enough for any mother to become
overwhelmed with emotion.
 
 
Although Fugaku was not nearly as outwardly upset, he still showed Itachi more
affection than was normal. He would bring Itachi back sweet treats almost
daily, despite the doctors’ recommendations that Itachi eat only the healthiest
of food while he recovered. Itachi, naturally, didn’t mind.
Shisui made habit of coming over to help out as well. His family having past
years ago, Shisui had few real obligations to anyone. Most were formed because
he simply desired to fulfil them. It was this that made Shisui into such a
genuine and trust worthy person. Shisui had no obligation to come and help with
household chores and certainly had no obligation to help Itachi clean himself
with a warm damp sponge, but he was there at the same time every day
nonetheless.
Into the third week, Itachi had reluctantly begun to walk on his own. Slowly at
first, and only a few steps at a time, and then enough to get himself a late
night snack. He would read stories to Sasuke in his down time between therapy
and treatment for his scars, and would play Shisui in a game of Shogi on late
nights when the pain kept him awake.
 
“Hmmm… you’ve got me this round, ‘Tachi,” Shisui confessed, looking at the game
board.
“It’s a wonder, seeing as I can hardly think straight with the pain in my leg,”
Itachi groaned leaning back, not bothering to make the final move in their
game.
Shisui’s eyes narrowed at him, “You feeling all right?”
…
“Not really.”
Shisui moved the board aside and sat next to Itachi, rubbing his stomach and
abdomen gently with his hands, “Is there anything you need?” He could feel the
cold sweat on Itachi’s body.
 
 
“Shisui,” Itachi broke in after many long moments, “can you bring me some
water? I’m really thirsty.”
“Of course,” Shisui said, adding, “You’re burning up. I think I ought to tell
your parents.”
“I’d rather you didn’t worry them. It’s probably a reaction to the medication.”
“And if it’s an infection?”
…
Shisui rose to his feet and left to go fetch Itachi some water. Itachi knew far
too well that it was ultimately futile to try and convince Shisui not to tell
his parents and so accepted his lot. Shisui returned a moment later with a tall
glass of water, and Fugaku followed not far behind.
“How are you feeling?” his father asked as Shisui helped him sit up and handed
him the water.
Itachi took a moment to gulp down half the glass before replying, “I’m
feverish, and a bit nauseous. But I doubt it’s anything to worry about. It’s
probably just the medication.”
Fugaku’s prominent frown lines showed as he crossed the room and crouched
beside Itachi. Pressing the back of his hand to Itachi’s forehead, he closed
his eyes to get a better feel for his temperature, “I think we should tell the
doctor when he comes to see you tomorrow.”
Itachi groaned, “I’m telling you it’s nothing.”
“I’d rather hear it from the doctor than from you.”
Shisui snorted a bit in agreement at Fugaku’s snappy reply.
…
“I just… I don’t want to go back to the hospital. I really don’t like it
there.”
 
 
 
Both Shisui and Fugaku raised their brows at Itachi’s confession. “Itachi, you
won’t have to go back to the hospital. The doctor will check you over and
determine whether or not your wounds are infected. That’s all.”
Itachi rolled his eyes once over, unsatisfied, “And if they find something?
Then what? They’ll take me right back.”
“Ah, ‘Tachi, it’s like you said, it’s probably nothing. But it’s not worth
risking. Infections on wounds like yours are not something to be taken
lightly,” Shisui attempted to reason with him.
Itachi just grunted, and pulled the covers over his face. Shisui and Fugaku
sighed, “Shisui, will you stay with him tonight?”
“Of course.”
“Thank you. You’ve been a huge help, Shisui,” Fugaku rose to his feet. And
then, “Itachi, I love you.”
Itachi dropped the covers and looked at his father, startled, “I love you too,
dad.”
Fugaku turned and left the room, leaving Itachi startled and Shisui smiling
fondly. It wasn’t very often that Fugaku expressed his love for either of his
children verbally, so to hear the words left Itachi at a loss. Shisui snickered
quietly, and then tucked Itachi in for the night before lying down beside him,
“Don’t hesitate to wake me if you need anything, Itachi. I’ll be here all
night, and I’ll be here when you wake up as well.”
Itachi smiled, very softly and endlessly subtly, before closing his eyes to
sleep. Shisui watched him for a moment before being satisfied that Itachi was
at peace for the time being, and then followed him into sleep.
 
The next morning, the doctors would find nothing wrong with Itachi, and he
would contently remain at home.
***** Relaxation: Much Needed Relief *****
Itachi lay, crudely covered by a light sheet. He could feel his cheeks warm
with embarrassment as the doctor moved his leg around, baring his endowments
for the world to see. He was glad, at least, that his only spectators were his
parents and Shisui. He was poked and prodded and his grunts of discomfort were
greeted by more poking and prodding and awkwardly revealing poses.
At last, the doctor released his leg and he was free to make himself modest
again. “It’s healing remarkably well,” he stated, clearly pleased, “But,
there’s one unfortunate step left to take.”
All eyes looked to each other. It was Fugaku who spoke, “What is this last
‘unfortunate’ step?”
The doctor rustled around in his bag for a moment before pulling out a vial of
clear fluid, “It’s an injection.”
“Oh,” Itachi was rather relieved to hear that.
“Ah-ah, not so fast,” the doctor chided, “I haven’t told you the bad part yet.
It’s a shot, yes, but it has to go directly into the muscles of your thigh.”
Itachi felt nervousness simmer to life, I wonder how badly that’ll hurt?
“What’s more,” the doctor added, “is that the needle is not exactly… well,
small.”
Itachi groaned, audibly, as the doctor revealed the freakishly large needle
that looked more like dagger than anything else.
“Sorry, but it’s got to go all the way in. Will you lot help me restrain him,
he’s not going to be very happy once it hits muscle,” the doctor glanced,
without empathy, at the other three in the room, “Mr. Fugaku, would you please
hold his other leg? I’d rather not take a knock to my jaw from a strong young
shinobi like him.”
 
 
 
Fugaku nodded and took up a place between Itachi’s right leg and the doctor and
held it firmly, reminding Itachi that his father’s quiet demeanor sheathed a
mighty and powerful man beneath it.
Shisui and his mother held him down, far more gently, by the shoulders. Is this
really going to be that painful,grimaced Itachi at the thought of needing to be
physically restrained. His silent question was answered without pity a moment
later as the doctor began to press the needle deep into Itachi’s injured leg.
He’d never experienced a needle that caused him genuine pain, and without
warning, even to himself, he thrashed violently. Fugaku held fast, tightening
his vice like hold on Itachi’s healthy leg, and shielding the doctor from his
pain driven kicks. Mikoto held strong, too, pinning Itachi’s left side firmly
to the floor. Shisui, for fear of hurting Itachi, had slackened his hold and
Itachi found his right arm viciously flailing at the doctor in a desperate
attempt to stop the needle from being pressed further into his still recovering
muscles.
“Hold him down!” the doctor snapped at Shisui as one of his desperate blows
connected with the doctors shoulder, jerking the needle unceremoniously and
causing Itachi a whole new jolt of pain.
“Sorry!” Shisui pinned him with all his weight now, determined not to let him
thrash any more.
In searing pain and with muscles spasms with nowhere for them to go, Itachi
threw his head back and screamed. His leg was in a frenzy now, agonizing pain
causing his leg to jerk and kick uncontrollably while sending shooting, burning
pain through his body with every movement.
And as suddenly as the pain began, it stopped.
Itachi gasped for air, trying to compose himself. He looked down at his leg and
everyone released their hold on him. The needle was buried in his thigh,
pressed down entirely. The doctor quickly replaced the vial with another, and
pressed again causing discomfort but no real pain. Once he was done, he removed
the needle and patched the hole with a bandage. Itachi dropped his head on the
pillow with another groan, his nakedness shoved down to the last of his current
worries, and relief that it was over flooding him.
 
 
 
He must have fallen asleep, for at some point his eyes opened back up to Sasuke
gently prodding his belly and staring at him with wide eyes. Awareness hit
Itachi, and he shot up hot with embarrassment, only to find with great relief
that his clothing has been replaced and he was properly covered.
He sighed, “Hey, Sasuke. Sorry about that, I was just startled.”
“Startled by what?” his little brother stared at him, head cocked in sweet
ignorance.
Itachi chuckled; Sasuke often placed him in difficult situations with complete
innocence. “Well, earlier the doctor had to examine my leg and to do that he
needed to remo-“
“So you were naked?”
Itachi snorted, “Don’t be a brat! Some of us have shame.”
Sasuke laughed now, “I’m sure you have nothing to be ashamed of.”
“I’ll be the judge of that, thank you, Sasuke, for your two cents.”
Instead of continuing the halfhearted argument, Sasuke just cuddled up to his
brother, laying his head to rest on Itachi’s chest, “Even if you had a hippo’s
behind, nii-san, I still love you.”
Itachi smiled, wrapping an arm around him, “I guess it’s silly, really, to
expect you to be ignorant forever. You’re ten now, after all.”
Sasuke looked up proudly at his brother, “Uh-huh. And I know about all that
stuff.”
Lifting his brow, playfully amused, Itachi humored him, “Oh? About allthat
stuff?”
Sasuke puffed his cheek out, sensing that he was being teased, “I do! We learn
about it, you know!”
Itachi just laughed and laid his head back down, squeezing Sasuke a little
tighter as he did so.
 
 
 
Sasuke had eventually gone down to eat dinner, and Shisui took up his post at
Itachi’s side. “Dare I ask,” he hummed amusedly, “Why’s Sasuke asking me about
‘all that stuff’?”
Itachi blushed, “Well… he learns about that stuff, you know?”
Shisui grinned, aware that Itachi was simply restating Sasuke’s reasoning. He
dropped it, sitting next to Itachi, who had managed to prop himself up to read.
Having been bed ridden for so long, Itachi’s sleeping schedule was only just
beginning to resemble normal once more. “It’s late, you know. You should try to
close your eyes for a while,” Shisui stroked Itachi’s hair delicately.
“I just woke up not too long ago,” Itachi said, closing his eyes at Shisui’s
gentle touch.
“Mmm,” Shisui leaned Itachi back, resting his head on the pillow, “You should
still close your eyes.”
Shisui’s voice had dropped to a soft drone. “I’m really not that tired,” Itachi
persisted.
Shisui caressed his cheek, brushing hair from his face, and massaged his torso
with his other hand, loosing a quiet, peaceful yawn, “Are you sure, Itachi?” he
stretched, “I think I’m going to turn in for the night.” He wrapped his arm
over Itachi, applying just the right amount of pressure to reassure Itachi of
his presence. He caught a quiet, suppressed yawn escape Itachi and noted a lack
of further protest. He continued to rub Itachi’s abdomen in drawling circular
motions until he was sure Itachi had drifted off into sleep.
He watched him for a long while, enjoying his peaceful expression and mellow
breathing. He revered in the fact that Itachi was recovering, that he was alive
and here to create this precious moment between the two of them. Shisui was
certain he would have lost himself to madness had Itachi died. But now, in the
room under lamplight and warm blankets, with Itachi’s deep breathing a
constant, everything felt okay. Itachi would heal, and he would be fit to
return to ANBU soon enough. Before that happened, Shisui relished the quiet,
intimate moments he got to share so rarely with Itachi. Eventually, sleep
overcame Shisui as well, and he drifted off to join Itachi, but not before
stealing a final glance at him, No matter what, Itachi, I'll be right here
beside you. No matter what they throw at you, I'll be here.
***** Punishment: A Mission Failure *****
Chapter Summary
     Graphic Chapter Warning!
     TW:
     Rape/Non-Consensual Sex
Itachi was casually reclined on the sofa watching some children’s show with
Sasuke. Truth be told, Itachi hadn’t been paying attention, but he knew Sasuke
deeply valued their quality time together and so he stayed put on the couch
anyway. It was nearly lunch time, and Mikoto was busy cooking for everyone.
Itachi had attempted to offer his help, he was an exceptional cook himself
after all, but Mikoto had earnestly refused his offer, stating that he of all
people in their house deserved to be cooked for. Itachi just smiled, thanked
her, and accepted that there was no changing his mother’s mind. And so, Itachi
had gone and made himself comfortable on the couch, laying his legs across
Sasuke in a purposefully annoying manner. Sasuke, however, was absorbed in his
show and ended up using Itachi’s legs as an arm rest rather than finding them a
nuisance. Itachi’s thigh was virtually healed, a scar was all that remained and
even the scar didn’t serve as much of a reminder. The doctor from Kusagakure
and his jutsu had allowed the wound to heal with near perfection and kept the
scarring at a minimum. Even so, Itachi found that his leg still hurt
occasionally, but he was heartily assured it was merely a psychosomatic effect
and that no real injury remained. A demanding knock on the door pulled everyone
from their warm afternoon daydreams.
Itachi had been prepared to get up to answer it, but his father appeared from
the hall and Itachi lowered himself back down. He didn’t bother straining to
hear the conversation, but his father turned back to where Itachi lay, “Itachi,
it’s for you.”
Itachi looked up, a bit surprised and hauled himself off the couch, accompanied
by an “Aww” from Sasuke who’d become quite comfortable. Itachi felt the
familiar ache but ignored it and moved, slightly slower than normal, to the
door. Fugaku stepped aside and left Itachi and their guest to talk.
Itachi was startled to see the face of a high ranked ANBU officer, “Hello, may
I help you?”
“Uchiha Itachi, Lord Danzou has summoned you. I apologize, but I don’t know the
nature of it only that it’s urgent. Can you come with me now?”
Itachi stole a glance back into the house, lunch was almost ready, and Sasuke
peered keenly awaiting his return, “How urgent? Could it wait until this
evening?”
“No.”
Itachi sighed, “Sasuke, I’ll be back before dinner. Can you tell mom and dad
for me?”
Sasuke’s face dropped like a stone, “Do you have to go?” he needed no answer
beyond Itachi’s stare, “I’ll let them know.”
He turned and followed his guide out of the house and the two headed for the
Hokage’s mansion, the base for ANBU. Itachi stole one last look over his
shoulder, griping inwardly for his loss of food as his stomach complained.
               
 
 
Itachi kneeled, carefully and gently, and bowed his head deeply, “Lord Danzou,
sir, I have received your summoning.”
Danzou stared coldly at Itachi, silent for a long while, before issuing his
demands with no room for compromise, “Sit up.”
Itachi did so, carefully rocking back onto the balls of his feet, and dipping
his head in acknowledgement to Danzou who loomed over him like a hawk.
“Do you have any idea why I summoned you, Itachi? Any at all?”
Itachi detected the tone, and chose his answer carefully, “It would be in
regards to the mission to Amegakure, sir?”
Danzou’s eyes narrowed. Wrong answer. “Of sorts,” Danzou replied, “But that’s
obvious, don’t you think? Why specifically, do you believe I have called you
here?”
Itachi paused, considering his options, “It would be because the mission was a
failure, sir.”
Danzou scoffed, “Dense fool,” Itachi froze, Wrong again?“I called you here
because you cost the lives of three ANBU agents with your incompetency. Did you
forget that part, Uchiha? Need I remind you, Itachi?”
Itachi lifted how head to look at Danzou, “I’m sorry, sir, but I’m confused. I
made no error. Kumogakure shinobi were lying in wait for us, as is my
understanding, sir.”
Danzou scowled, prominently. Itachi shut his mouth, and bowed his head again.
“Uchiha, what in your mind caused you to think that answer acceptable? Are you
not a shinobi? Are you not ANBU? Don’t you think someone of your supposed
caliber should be able to snuff out an ambush? It’s because of your
recklessness that the mission failed. You miscalculated, if you calculated at
all to begin with. Your foolishness cost lives this time, Itachi. You will face
punishment for your actions, do you understand?”
“I understand, sir.”
“I don’t quite think you do.”
Itachi felt a chill run down his spine, I’m in a lot of trouble this time…
 
 
Danzou closed the space between them; Itachi felt an ominous misgiving creep
into his gut. A hand lay gently atop Itachi’s head. Itachi didn’t dare move.
With sudden vigor, Itachi was yanked to his feet by his hair. Startled, he
gasped. Danzou was strong, even if he was old. Even if he could only use one
arm, his physical strength outmatched Itachi’s.
Itachi stared into Danzou’s eyes, growing colder with every passing accelerated
heartbeat.
“Do you understand now, Itachi?”
…
Danzou’s hand found the hem of Itachi’s shirt and began tracing the lines of
his lower abdominal muscles with his fingertips. Itachi shuddered deep within
and all through his body, his mind blank.
…
“I… understand.”
“Then you’ll comply.”
Danzou lifted Itachi’s shirt over his head, and Itachi gave no resistance for
reasons even he didn’t understand. Danzou’s powerful hand gripped Itachi by the
throat, just beneath his jaw, and walked him back until he was pressed to a
wall. He felt cold.
So cold.
Danzou closed the last of the intimate space between them, holding Itachi in
place by the neck. There was a long stare down between the two of them.
Eventually, Danzou made his move, “You’ll comply,” he reminded Itachi before
pressing their lips together.
Itachi felt sick.
Danzou was spurred on by Itachi’s stillness, and quickly began smothering
Itachi’s mouth with his own.
Oh, god… no.
When Itachi refused to add to the kisses, Danzou pressed his tongue to Itachi’s
lips, circling them menacingly. He became more demanding now, forcing his
tongue into Itachi’s mouth.
Itachi’s head spun, Please… stop.
Danzou felt out every inch of Itachi’s mouth with his tongue. He nipped at
Itachi’s lips and sucked on them hard, turning them red and purple. He migrated
slowly, kissing over Itachi’s face and along his jawline until he reached
Itachi’s ear. He blew a puff of cold air onto it. Itachi trembled. Danzou felt
this, and connected his lips just behind Itachi’s ear.
“Ah!”
“I think you like that, Itachi.”
No… no I don’t…
Danzou began sucking forcefully on the spot, and Itachi writhed now still
pinned by his throat. Danzou pressed his hips against Itachi, pinning him more
firmly to the wall. Itachi writhed again as Danzou’s teeth sunk into the
sensitive spot just beneath his ear, and his hips bucked forward in an attempt
to push Danzou away. But he was met only with Danzou’s solid erection.
I don’t want this…
Danzou began trailing down Itachi’s neck, leaving smoldering dark marks as he
went. His hand moved slowly down Itachi’s side, feeling out the 15 year olds
curves. He gripped the inside of Itachi’s left thigh and moved it to the
outside of his own. He raised his own leg, pressing it to Itachi’s soft and
sensitive groin.
God damn you…
“If you resist what I do next-“ Danzou thrust his knee into Itachi’s groin
hard, eliciting a pained “Uh!” from the boy.
Danzou grinned evilly at the pain he’d caused Itachi, licking his lips. He took
up sucking and biting Itachi’s neck again, with his knee firmly pressed to
Itachi’s groin to stop him from squirming.
Itachi’s head lulled back, absently, I wonder how many ceiling beams are up
there? 1… 2… 3… 4…
He was abruptly brought back to this sick reality as Danzou’s teeth bit down
hard on his nipple.
“Ahhh! Please…”
“Please what?”
…
“More? Itachi?”
Please no…
Danzou’s mouth played gleefully with Itachi’s nipples. Sucking, tonguing,
biting, Itachi groaned deeply within his chest. It only encouraged Danzou. He
latched on to one of Itachi’s sensitive nipples and sucked fiercely before
biting. Hard. Very hard.
“Ungg! Stop! Please it- AH!”
Danzou released Itachi’s nipple with a snap. Itachi dared to look down to see
the damage that had been done to his virgin skin. His nipple was swollen, and
an angry red color extended well over the natural line of soft peachy brown
that normally encircled his nipples.
He was gasping, desperately, for air.
 
 
Danzou’s good arm gripped Itachi again by the hair, and flung him to the floor.
For a moment, Itachi lay utterly still, his arms wrapped around his chest to
cover where he’d just been violated.
Danzou came down atop him like a feral animal. Itachi didn’t move. But as
Danzou gripped his pants, something kicked alive in Itachi.
No.
Itachi began to struggle, writhing, kicking and pushing. Their fight ensued.
Limbs thrashed around and the two struggled mightily against one another.
Itachi kicked and squirmed, yelping cries for help as he did so. When it seemed
inevitable that Itachi would break free of Danzou’s hold, Danzou showed the ace
in his sleeve.
Streaming chakra to his fingertips, Danzou drove them deep into Itachi’s thigh,
applying a crushing grip as he did so.
Itachi’s world went blank with pain.
He quivered, helpless in a heap on the floor.
Danzou took advantage of Itachi’s momentary paralysis, and he quickly tied
Itachi’s hands roughly behind his back and shoved wads of fabric into his mouth
before wrapping it around his head multiple times. Danzou took his time now,
fondling Itachi’s genitals and slapping his butt mercilessly.
Itachi was ready to cry, Why?...
Eventually, Danzou was done with heavy petting, and he pulled Itachi’s pants
away, admiring the red tint of Itachi’s body before slapping him more, and
harder. The stinging red marks lingered over his back and butt and thighs for
many long moments.
Danzou flipped Itachi onto his back, pulling him so that he straddled Danzou
flush against his torso. Danzou admired the deep bruise over Itachi’s nipple
before taking his hand and twisting it as hard as he could. Itachi tried to
scream through the gag, but little sound came out. Danzou’s hand now found
Itachi’s more sensitive region, and his fingers wove around Itachi’s shaft,
massaging him into a half erection.
“Even you must like this, Itachi.”
…
Danzou took his thumb and began pressing circles into Itachi’s tip, causing the
boy to jerk in his grip. The friction just excited Danzou further. When it
became clear that Itachi wasn’t going to develop a full erection, Danzou
crudely flipped him back onto his stomach. He allowed Itachi’s legs to fall to
the floor and began massaging Itachi’s inner thighs and gradually up between
his legs. He pulled away for a moment, and Itachi’s stomach churned when he
felt the warm press of Danzou’s tip against his butt. Danzou rocked slowly
against Itachi’s butt, gradually working his tip closer to Itachi’s entrance.
Once Itachi was slick with Danzou’s precum, Danzou pressed firmly against
Itachi’s hole.
“Mm-“ the gag stayed put in Itachi’s mouth.
As Danzou began to slide himself in, Itachi squirmed with pain. Danzou held him
still by his bound wrists and pushed further in. Inch by inch Itachi could feel
Danzou’s penis inside of him. Danzou gave him no pity, no time to adjust to
being penetrated, and he began thrusting roughly and erratically immediately.
Itachi wailed into the gag and immense pain shot up through his body from his
anus. Tears flowed now, Itachi felt as though he were being split in half and
the pain made Itachi feel as if someone had shoved a knife into him. Danzou
continued thrusting and Itachi began to splutter behind the gag, choking.
Danzou’s hand came down hard against Itachi’s shoulder blades, again and again
as he violated Itachi’s most intimate regions. When Itachi felt himself begin
to lose consciousness from the pain, Danzou gave one final thrust, reaching far
into Itachi’s body. Itachi tried to vomit, but the gag prevented him from doing
so as he felt Danzou’s essence flow into him. Danzou pulled himself free
unceremoniously from Itachi’s butt. He collected himself and left Itachi in a
broken heap on the floor.
When Itachi did finally work himself free from the bindings, he examined his
raped body and found that it wasn’t only Danzou’s semen that soaked him, but
his own blood. When he attempted to stand, his torn anus sent pain riveting
through his body with vengeance. Blood and semen ran down his legs as he found
his clothes and redressed, making it a point to return long after dinner was
over.
***** Convalescence: A Confession to a Friend *****
Itachi hauled himself up through his bedroom window, quietly, and painfully.
His feet touched the hardwood floors a moment before his window shut. He
paused, swaying for a moment. Lightheaded and weak kneed, Itachi didn’t bother
with anything. His mind was blank, and he merely fell face down onto his bed,
and slept.
He awoke in the morning, tears down his face for some reason unclear to him. A
nightmare, perhaps?... The sun was bright and his room was hot, It must be the
afternoon.Itachi rolled onto his side, and carefully maneuvered his sore body
until he sat upright on the edge of the bed. He groaned, removing his clothes
and grabbing clean ones before preparing to shower. He looked over himself,
dark bruises and scratches covering his body as a sick reminder of the night.
His wrists were rubbed raw from struggling, and his chest stung on contact. It
dawned on him to look in the mirror to assess how badly his neck had been
bruised, and a shot of fear went through him as he saw the prominent markings
all over his neck.
How am I supposed to hide these?After minutes of thought, he decided it would
be best to fake ailment and wear a high-necked sweater despite the warm
temperature. In the meantime, he showered, washing away all of the filthy
things that covered his body. He washed himself tenderly, caressing his injured
areas with soft hands and slow rubbing motions. It felt better. He washed his
long hair last, relishing the sensation of water running down it and then down
the length of his back, working its way through the curves of his body with
ease.
He wrapped his hair up, dressing in fresh clothes, and throwing a scarf on
instead of wearing a sweater. He assumed that he probably looked rather pale
anyway, all things considered, and so he went down stairs to greet everyone.
Itachi took his time going down the steps, though, his body still in quite a
deal of pain. Eventually, he found his way to the front room. His father was
out to work, his mother was preparing lunch, and Sasuke sat, doing homework on
the couch while stealing glances at the television to keep track of the show he
was watching.
 
 
Itachi caught Sasuke’s eye and a moment later two slender arms were around his
waist in a warm embrace.
“You’re back! When did you get home?”
“Late. I had to take care of some stuff.”
“Why are you dressed like that? It’s hot outside.”
Itachi paused, getting the details of his story in line, “I’m not feeling well,
I think I’ve come down with something. I’m achy and cold.” When Sasuke frowned
deeply, Itachi added, “Don’t worry, Sasuke. I’ll be fine it’s probably just a
flu.”
Sasuke perked up with a thought, “Does that mean you’ll be home all day for a
few days?”
Itachi hummed amusedly, “I don’t know, Sasuke. Having the flu may get you out
of school, but it won’t necessarily get me out of work for ANBU. I’ve only just
returned too.”
Sasuke puffed his cheek out, “That’s not fair.”
“Not everything is,” Itachi had only just finished his sentence when he was
wacked hard on the back of his head. He turned, startled to see his mother
wielding a rolled up newspaper.
“Taking off without saying a word and coming home in the middle of the night,
Itachi I ought to make you cook for a week!” She barked sternly at him.
Itachi turned, glaring only halfheartedly at Sasuke who squeaked at the look,
“I’m sorry, nii-san… I may have forgotten to tell mom and dad that you were
going out,” he flashed a guilty smile and Itachi was powerless but to pat his
head and smile at him.
“Ah,” Mikoto’s eyes narrowed sharply, “So it was you, Sasuke.”
Sasuke ducked quickly behind Itachi who just smiled and said, “Not everything’s
fair, Sasuke,” before Sasuke took a whack of his own from the newspaper.
“What’s this you said about feeling ill, Itachi?” Mikoto added, more serious
now.
“It’s nothing, I just caught the flu.”
“Hmm, all right if you need anything let me know.”
Itachi’s thoughts were interrupted as a bathroom door closed with a bit more
vigor than usual. Is my father home after all? Itachi wondered a moment before
hearing footsteps. Itachi was surprised to see Shisui round the corner with a
towel around his neck and with dripping wet hair, “Yo, ‘Tachi. You must’ve come
home late.”
Itachi, surprised to see his friend, fumbled for a moment, “Yeah, I had to do
some stuff for work. I’ve missed a lot of time. What are you doing here?”
Shisui beamed, “Oh, just thought I’d come keep Sasuke some company.” Itachi
watched him until he went on, “I came over to check up on you, but you’d
already left. I offered your mom some help with chores and what not and ended
up staying since I thought you’d be back sooner than you were.”
“I see.”
Shisui looked him once over, “Are you sick?”
“Yeah, I think.”
“Hmm, I was going to ask you if you’d like to go out and practice some stuff
with me today since it’s your day off, but I don’t mind going on my own if you
don’t feel well. I could stop by later on and we could hang out.”
Itachi felt a pang of disappointment hit his heart, “I’m not feeling that
badly. I just had a chill is all.”
Shisui’s eyes narrowed, “Itachi, you don’t have to come along today. There’s
plenty of days in a year to go out and practice.”
Itachi realized then what Shisui’s company meant for him, It’s safety… it’s
with the person I trust more than anyone. I don’t want to be alone. What if
Danzou calls for me?“Wait, Shisui, I feel so cooped inside. I haven’t really
been able to stretch my limbs in months. It’s honestly starting to wear me
down. I really don’t want to spend another day inside. Besides, I can always
take a break if I don’t feel well.”
Shisui must have picked up on his desperation. He shot Itachi a fierce look,
one that begged the question ‘We need to talk, don’t we?’
“Well, I guess if you’re feeling up to it I really have no grounds to tell you
otherwise. If you don’t feel well, just let me know,” Shisui held his gaze for
a moment, an assurance that he would hear Itachi’s needs out.
Thank you… for understanding my feelings.
 
 
The two walked out and headed towards their usual training spot. Shisui was
abnormally quiet, and Itachi wasn’t sure how to start up conversation or what
to start it about. So, he enjoyed Shisui’s quiet company while they walked.
The sun beat down mercilessly on Itachi, and he could feel his body sweating
desperately, trying to cool him down, “Yo, Itachi. It’s warm outside, you
really don’t need that scarf, do you?”
Itachi froze, “Huh?”
That was a mistake,Itachi thought, a moment before Shisui turned sharp eyes on
him, “Your scarf. You should take it off before you collapse of heat stroke.”
“I’d… rather not.”
…
Shisui stopped walking in the shade of the canopy. Itachi realized that their
course had veered toward the river Naka. It was where they went to discuss
important topics, and where they went when they needed the companionship of
only one another. To Itachi’s surprise and momentary relief, Shisui didn’t
press the issue further.
They continued on until the Naka was visible through the tree line, and an
opening formed. It was a place that would be perfect for a campsite, but it’s
only guests were the two Uchiha. It was a pleasant place, the grass was very
soft, and the canopy reached over most of the clearing, but was thinner here,
allowing more light through. Shisui sat, and gestured for Itachi to join him.
He crossed the clearing and sat, tentatively, next to Shisui. He felt Shisui’s
gentle hand rubbing over his shoulders, and he felt his nervousness lull
gradually into comfort.
…
“Would you like to talk to me? You can tell me anything.”
…
“Itachi?” Shisui moved behind Itachi and wrapped his arms around him, embracing
him. He rested his head against Itachi’s back and Itachi closed his eyes in
response. He winced slightly as Shisui’s arms brushed over his still sore
chest, but a moment later, he felt himself begin to melt in Shisui’s hold.
Shisui was comfortable, gentle and loving he held Itachi. Itachi relaxed
against his chest, reaching up to take Shisui’s hands in his own.
 
 
The moment was long and comfortable, but interrupted when Shisui shifted and
gave the lightest tug on the scarf. Itachi’s hands shot up in response,
gripping Shisui’s, “Please don’t.”
Shisui held his grip, “It’s hot out.”
“I’m fine.”
…
“Do you trust me, Itachi?”
Itachi trembled a bit, but gave no response as Shisui’s fingers wove the knot
out of the scarf.
“Wait, Shisui…”
Shisui paused, “You can trust me, Itachi.”
“I know, but-“
Shisui brought his face close to Itachi’s, the breath that carried his words
brushed Itachi’s ear, “Trust me.”
Itachi’s grip melted, but Shisui didn’t make a move yet, “Can you please
promise me something first?”
Shisui’s eyes narrowed, “Sure, what is it?”
“You can’t tell anyone, no matter what. Do you promise me that?”
Shisui’s fingers linked with Itachi’s, forming the unison sign that they often
used as a kind of solemn swear. Itachi quivered his breath unsteady as he
released his hold entirely and allowed Shisui to remove the scarf. As the scarf
fell from around his neck, he felt Shisui freeze at the sorry sight of him.
…
Shisui eventually found the words through his surprise, “Itachi… Who did this
to you?”
Itachi just turned his face away, unable to meet Shisui’s eyes. Their years of
knowing each other made it easy for Shisui to pick up on the way Itachi felt,
he’d always been good at that, and instead of pressuring Itachi further, he
gently brushed over the bruises covering Itachi’s neck. Itachi trembled at the
touch, but Shisui just shushed him softly, continuing to rub the marks with
tenderness until Itachi relaxed to his touch.
“I’m sorry, Itachi, but I feel the need to ask you again. Who did this to you?”
Itachi’s head spun from the myriad of terrible thoughts and memories that
bombarded him. He was beyond ashamed of what had happened to him, and the fact
it had been Danzou made it that much worse. The memory of the old man violating
him made Itachi feel sick to his stomach all over again, and the intensity of
his thoughts had so engulfed him that he didn’t realize the name had slipped
off his tongue, “Danzou.”
Shisui recoiled at that, genuine disgust and anger claiming his usual amicable
expression. His eyes blazed in a way Itachi very seldom saw, “What did you
say?”
 
 
Itachi wanted to speak, but he couldn’t. He simply couldn’t look Shisui in the
eye and tell him. Itachi felt a stir deep in his stomach. A sudden flurry of
emotions erupted inside of him and without any real warning, he broke. He
started to sob uncontrollably, sounds similar to wails escaping him. Tears
poured down his face and his body wretched, every muscle within shaking. Shisui
was horrified to see Itachi like this, and instinctively he grabbed him and
held him close to his chest. He cradled Itachi, allowing him to bury his face
and hide from the world. Itachi was shaking terribly, his cries only muffled by
Shisui’s body. Shisui held fast, praying for Itachi’s misery to subside, to ebb
and give way to closure. But it didn’t.
“Itachi, what did he do to you?”
Through violent sobs, Itachi managed, nearly incoherently, “He raped me.”
 
 
Shisui would hold Itachi there for a long time. The sun would begin to slip
behind the trees before Itachi fell silent and still. Shisui didn’t move, just
held him. Eventually, Itachi pulled away, his eyes more swollen than Shisui
could ever remember seeing them, his face soaked in tears. Shisui took his
sleeve and delicately wiped Itachi’s face. Itachi now met his eyes, and the
pain in them was enough to drown Shisui for eternity. Glinting dully in the
evening light, endless dark pools of terrible memories and pain and shame and
disgust for Shisui to find himself lost in. Not able to conjure up any words,
any verbal expression that could hold against the pain in Itachi’s eyes, Shisui
swept his eyes closed with a gentle caress from his fingers before pressing
soft lips to Itachi’s eyelids. He pulled Itachi back in so that Itachi’s chin
rested on the top of his shoulder, and there they stay until long after the sun
had made itself scarce, and stars danced above their heads.
***** Bliss: A Starry Night *****
Chapter Summary
     Explicit Chapter:
     Sex/Sexual activity.
      
     No trigger warnings apply.
The two stayed out long after dark. Long after the sun had gone and the moon
had made her grand entrance on her star embedded stage. Shisui sat leaning with
his back against a tree, his gaze lifted to the heavens above. With some
distance between them and the village, the light pollution had waned
significantly, and all the bands and belts of stars that streaked across the
sky had shown themselves in all their glory. Itachi sat resting between
Shisui’s legs, his head lying back in the curve between Shisui’s neck and jaw,
watching the stars and listening to the melodic rhythm of Naka not far away.
Frogs croaked, crickets chirped, and in the warm summer night the fireflies
danced around them, their flashes glimpsed periodically through the trees. The
two had come to rest at their favorite spot. It was just beyond where the
forest broke and gave way to a grassy meadow that lead up to the most gently
flowing section of the river Naka. They would often come here just to wade in
the river and enjoy the untouched serenity of their own secret place, which
always carried just the right amount of intimacy for the two. A single willow
tree grew near the river, leaning to one side so that it formed a beautifully
enclosed area which the two had used as a hideout when they were kids. They’d
spent hours hidden away in the embrace of their willow tree, and now they sat
leaning against its opposite side so that their view not be obstructed by the
long hanging vines.
…
 
 
“Shisui?”
Shisui was pulled from the gripping dazzle of the stars by Itachi’s voice,
which he hadn’t heard in hours; he thought it sounded rather hoarse for Itachi
whose voice was deep and smooth like a pool of clear stagnant water that went
down hundreds of feet, “What’s up?”
Itachi shifted until he could look at Shisui, his eyes still swollen, but not
nearly as badly as they had been before, “Can we stay here for tonight?”
Shisui was only mildly surprised; as kids the two would often camp out beneath
the willow with only a blanket and a lantern that they would hang from one of
the relatively low and horizontal branches, “Sure, I don’t mind. Just as long
as you’re sure you won’t get in trouble.”
“I don’t really mind if I do.”
Normally Shisui would argue with him, telling him it was no good to do things
when he knew he would be reprimanded for them later, but tonight was different.
Their situation was different. And so, Shisui spared him the monologue and
instead wrapped his arms around him.
Before Itachi could completely settle back in, Shisui interrupted, “Hey, ‘Tach,
why don’t you take of all the heavy clothes? You’ve got to be burning up under
all of that, and I’m the only one around here to see you.”
Itachi paused for a moment, uncertainty lacing his movements, “I’m not sure.”
Shisui didn’t pressure him too much, but reassured him, “It’s up to you. I want
you to be comfortable, and you know you can trust me.”
Itachi seemed to weigh his options before tentatively removing the long sleeve
shirt that was by now drenched in his sweat. He had worn nothing underneath it,
and his chest was now bared for Shisui to take in the further damages that had
been bestowed upon his virgin body the night before.
Shisui’s eyes darkened as he brushed his fingers gently over Itachi’s chest,
mindful not to venture too close to any of the furious bruises. Itachi shifted
with momentary discomfort at the touch, but he didn’t stop Shisui.
…
 
 
“He really hurt you, didn’t he?”
 
Itachi winced, and barely managed, “Yeah… he really hurt me.”
 
Shisui said nothing more; instead he wrapped his arm over Itachi and pulled him
back in to his embrace, resting his hand daringly over Itachi’s much abused
nipple. Itachi was startled, and let out an uncomfortable gasp at the contact
with such a sore area.
Shisui cooed to him, “It’s okay Itachi, it’s me. You can trust me, relax. I
would never hurt you.”
It took Itachi a few moments to relax, but gradually his muscles went limp to
the soothing cool press of Shisui’s palm. His hands were soft, Itachi thought,
softer than he remembered them being, and he found that after a moment he
enjoyed Shisui’s touch. It felt to him almost like reclamation of his body from
Danzou.
And Itachi found rather quickly that he wanted more of that reclamation of his
body, of his consent.
…
Itachi turned, holding Shisui’s hand in place with his own. Their eyes met in
close, intimate space. For a long moment their gazes danced with one another,
reading each other, and getting lost in their depths. The moon was full
tonight, and for the two of them that meant plenty of light to work with.
A spark had gone off between them in that moment. A warm heat rising through
Itachi’s chest and gracing his face with the softest and most beautiful of
blushes, but his eyes didn’t break from their dance with Shisui’s.
And just as Itachi worked the courage up to make his move, Shisui locked their
lips.
It was an ecstatic, electric feeling that rippled through Itachi. The fine
hairs on his skin rose, and his body rolled instinctively into Shisui, who
didn’t take the gesture for granted even for a moment.
They broke a moment later, keeping their faces as close as possible without
maintaining their lock. Itachi felt hot, despite having shed the long sleeved
top he’d been wearing. He brought his hands up and cupped Shisui’s face with
them, How long have I wanted this? I wonder…Shisui relieved the pressure of his
hand from Itachi’s chest and wrapped it around his lower back, pulling Itachi
into him.
Itachi stroked Shisui’s face with his thumbs, caressing his every facial curve.
Shisui’s eyes drooped, and his lips pouted out a bit, tantalizing to Itachi,
and calling to him until Itachi kissed him again. This time both had more
vigor, pressing their lips firmly together. It was Shisui who took the next
step, pressing his tongue against Itachi’s lips.
…
 
 
Please, Shisui, take my mouth back.
 
Itachi opened his mouth with no resistance, relishing the sensation of Shisui’s
tongue in his mouth. He found he craved it, wanting more with every passing
second. He pulled Shisui’s face passionately closer until Shisui picked up on
his neediness and began powerfully smothering his face. Itachi rejoiced at the
feeling, Danzou would have claim to his mouth no more.
When Shisui pulled away to catch his breath, Itachi revered in the lingering
taste in his mouth. It was fresh, somewhat like mint, but not exactly. It
resembled a crisp glass of ice water with a lemon neatly floating in it.
Itachi now found he wanted Shisui to reclaim every inch of his body, and he
rolled, straddling Shisui. Surprised by his sudden display of desire, Shisui
let out a soft, “Hnn” as Itachi settled his weight on Shisui’s hips.
Shisui had always read Itachi like an open book, something no one had
previously been able to accomplish, and his eyes locked onto Itachi’s, “Itachi…
Do you want me to feel over you? Over every inch of your skin?”
Itachi vaguely disguised his desperation, and he huffed with excitement, “Yes!”
Shisui’s hands began caressing Itachi’s body, fingers feeling along the
curvature of his spine, feeling out the dimples on his back with pressing
circles. The sensation was a bit too familiar and Itachi couldn’t suppress
faint vocalizations, “Ah!”
Shisui caressed him, rocking Itachi’s body forward and creating an inkling of
friction between them, “Shh shh, Itachi, you’re with me.”
Shisui’s lips trailed sweetly over Itachi’s jawline, and he began delicately
loving the horrid bruises that marred Itachi’s neck.
“Ah, Shisui…”
“Don’t worry, I’m not going to leave any new marks on you.”
 
 
Shisui continued running circles with the tip of his tongue, working over every
bruise no matter how small. Itachi’s head lulled back and he gave Shisui full
access to his neck. When Shisui’s tongue would graze one of his sweet spots,
Itachi’s hips would twitch, driving them both deeper into arousal.
When Shisui reached his chest, they both paused. Delicately, Shisui went ahead
and brushed his soft lips against Itachi’s nipple, evoking a startled, “Uh!”
from Itachi.
“It’s okay, Itachi, if you want me to stop just let me know and I’ll stop right
then and there, no questions or debate about it, okay?”
Itachi didn’t protest, and Shisui continued his gentle kissing over the nearly
blackened skin. He flicked his tongue over it sweetly, evoking further movement
and grunting moans from Itachi.
But there was still no protest.
Shisui continued massaging with his tongue, his hands finding their way down
Itachi’s back and to the waistline of his sweats. His hands trailed over the
sweats until they settled over Itachi’s butt, massaging him gently. Itachi
threw his head back and released and elongated, “Ahhhh” into the night sky. His
hips ground forward and Shisui could feel a prominent erection meeting his own
beneath the sweat pants. His hands worked their way beneath Itachi’s sweat, and
his fingers traced over soft skin, thumbs feeling out every inch of Itachi’s
curvature. Itachi reached down grabbing the sweat pants, and he removed them,
slowly, tantalizingly, taunting Shisui as inch by inch, centimeter by
centimeter, Itachi’s body came into the light.
Shisui stopped moving, leaning back to watch the scene as Itachi’s body graced
his eyes. He’d seen Itachi in the nude before, but never like this. Itachi
finally removed the last of his garments, excluding his socks and shoes, and
returned to straddle Shisui, who let out a, “Hu!” at the sight of it. Shisui
took his time simply brushing over Itachi’s skin. He was bruised and scratched,
Shisui noticed with a pang, longing to kiss the damages away from Itachi’s
would be pristine body.
Itachi leaned down once more, kissing Shisui with a fierce passion, “Mmm
Shisui…”
 
 
Shisui rolled them gently so that he came to be in Itachi’s guard. He rested
his weight carefully on Itachi and continued loving him with his mouth and
tongue. Itachi’s gaze was lifted somewhere far away, eyes glazed with absent
lust, glittering more brightly than the stars with deep love. He tugged feebly
at Shisui’s shirt, and Shisui wasted little time removing it so that their skin
could be electrified with the direct contact.
Shisui was more muscular than Itachi, and Itachi reveled in that as he gazed at
him, running soft delicate fingers over Shisui’s powerful muscles.
They had been loving each other tongue to tongue for a while when Itachi broke
in, “Shisui… please take me.”
…
Shisui drew back softly, gazing at Itachi, “That’s not a good idea.”
“What?”
“Your body still needs time to heal, Itachi.”
Itachi seemed almost to despair at the words rolling from Shisui’s tongue, “I
can take it!”
Shisui stroked his cheek gently smiling at him, “I won’t do that to you Itachi,
not tonight.”
Itachi seemed at a loss and Shisui could see the emotions boiling in his eyes;
anger, disappointment, desperation, desire, and even fear.
“I’ll tell you what, though,” Shisui went on, starting a trail of gentle kisses
down the frontal length of Itachi’s body, stopping where his abdomen dipped
into his groin, “I can still give you something tonight.”
Itachi’s eyes were subdued, the visuals proving to tip Itachi’s rebellion over
so that his silent approval may be given through lusty eyes, parted lips, and
almost panting breaths.
Shisui needed not another signal from Itachi. He began kissing the insides of
Itachi’s thighs, sucking the skin very carefully.
“Haahh”
Shisui grinned, looking up at Itachi as he moaned. He ran his tongue over the
insides of his thighs now and Itachi quivered, releasing a lust filled, “Uhnn.”
Shisui kissed Itachi’s intimate length up and down a few times before locking
his lips over Itachi’s tip. Itachi jerked with pleasure, “AH! Shisui!”
 
 
Shisui began by running his tongue over Itachi’s length, circling his tip
firmly and making Itachi squirm and gasp in pleasure at his contact. Shisui
went slowly at first, working his tongue and lips down Itachi’s shaft painfully
slowly until he’d reached the bottom. He forced a gag down, screwing his face
up for the effort, and then slowly pulling back up.
“Hunng! Oh Shisui ah!” Itachi was somewhere else, riveted by pleasure, his
world spinning, his only focus Shisui’s touch.
Shisui sped up, giving full dips with his mouth, tongue trailing the underside
of Itachi’s shaft, flicking his tip when Shisui would reach the peak. His
cheeks hollowed out as he moved. He felt Itachi’s core tighten, and felt his
member swell. He stole a glance at Itachi whose eyes were blackened with lust
and desire, he was panting desperately, engulfed in pleasure.
He’s at his limit,Shisui thought, speeding up just a little more, and earning a
garbled array of words from Itachi.
I love you too, Itachi.
The pitch of Itachi’s voice rose greatly as he let out a very loud moan, his
back arching while there were no restraints on his volume; his hips bucked
forward, nearly choking Shisui as he came, “AHHH! Shisui!”
Itachi fell back with a, “Huhhn”, his hands running through Shisui’s curls as
Shisui swallowed hard. He took a moment to admire Itachi in his post orgasm
beauty, chest heaving, eyes closed, lips parted shining in the moonlight with
saliva. He joined Itachi on the ground a moment later, gazing at his painless
expression for a long while before Itachi turned to face him, opening heavily
hooded eyes. They stared into each other for what seemed like forever before
Itachi leaned in for a kiss. Shisui pulled away swiftly, “Are you sure Itachi?
I just-“ Itachi gave him no time to finish before kissing him lovingly.
 
 
They lay for the rest of the night beneath the starry sky, carrying not a
concern in the world. They hadn’t even bothered to redress, rather, they
wrapped around each other, and they were their own source of warmth for the
night. And warmth, there was plenty of.
***** Apprehension: Kiss of Anxiety *****
In the early morning light, Itachi crept up to the house, avoiding creaky floor
boards and windows. He peeked cautiously into one of the side windows and
watched until he was satisfied that no one was up. Itachi went around front and
carefully turned the handle, only to open the door to see Fugaku standing
there, dressed for work at the police academy.
Itachi grunted awkwardly, Busted.
Fugaku just stared at him in their awkward silence, waiting for him to say
something.
“I spent the night at Shisui’s. I wasn’t feeling well and his house was closer.
Please don’t tell mom.”
Fugaku snorted, finding great humor in that for some reason, “Ah, I see. Well I
don’t mind, contrary to your mother,” he laughed, “I’ll keep it to myself,
Itachi.”
Itachi sighed, “Thank you.” It would be a lot easier to climb into bed and
sleep than it would be to fend his angry mother off. He’d disappeared two
nights in a row, and the marks on his body were still very visible. He also
didn’t really want to be questioned about his fashion choices either; they were
hard to make excuses for.
 
 
Itachi saw his father off, wished him a good day, and went up carefully to his
room. He was still flustered from the night, and he still had no idea how long
he had wanted Shisui in such a way, When did those feelings start? Were they
always there? Had I just yet to realize them?He latched the door behind him,
pulled his curtains closed, and stripped down once more. He sighed; it felt
nice this time, moving freely in the privacy of his room. He grabbed soft silk
pajamas and enjoyed the way they felt against his skin. His mood had completely
changed from the night before, and it was no mystery why. He walked into the
bathroom, closing the door behind him before examining the state of his body.
The marks seemed different now; they hurt less. He found himself smiling softly
before he brushed his hair and teeth. He considered showering now but decided
against it since he’d figured it could wake his mother and Sasuke. He returned
to his room, closing the door and locking it once more. He climbed into his bed
with a sigh of content, and before he knew it, he’d drifted off to sleep.
He was awakened by a knock at his door some couple of hours later. He got up,
mindful to wrap a blanket around himself in order to hide his neck. He opened
the door to see his mother standing there, “Itachi, how are you feeling this
morning?”
“A little better. Shisui and I went out to practice yesterday, the exercise
felt really good.” Itachi vaguely wondered if he sounded a little too happy to
have gone out.
If he had, his mother took no notice, “That’s good to hear. Breakfast is on the
table. I slept in today since Sasuke doesn’t have school. I also made your
favorite!”
Itachi’s stomach growled, and Mikoto didn’t miss it, “I’ll be down right now,
thank you.”
Itachi carried a soft, pleasant smile on his face as he showered, dressed,
combed his feet of hair, and headed down for breakfast with his hair down and a
high-necked tunic he owned for formal summer garden parties and things of the
sort. It was made of rose-red silk and embroidered with golden thread in
beautiful and intricate patterns. He cared most for the collar of the tunic,
which reached all the way to his jaw. He usually wore this top only to formal
events, and so decided he’d lie and say he was off somewhere to a meeting
today. He made his way to the dining room where Sasuke had already begun to
stuff his face. He smiled with his mouth full when he saw Itachi and pushed the
chair next to him haphazardly from the table as an invitation for Itachi to
sit. Itachi did so, patting Sasuke’s head as he made himself comfortable.
Mikoto took note of his attire and pinched his cheek as she set his plate in
front of him, “My oh my, look at you Mr. Handsome. Somewhere to be?”
“A somewhat casual get-together,” he hoped this to be sufficiently vague.
“Oh? Is it for ANBU?”
Itachi considered his answer carefully, “Well, sort of. Kakashi has offered to
take our team out for dinner tonight. I suppose it’s best described as his way
of easing back into the habit of being around each other after such a time.
Well, in my case, anyway.”
“It makes sense to me, starting back off on the right foot and all. But I’d be
lying to you if I said I wasn’t at all worried about you returning to ANBU.”
 
 
Itachi opted for solemn silence. In truth he wasn’t to return until next week,
but it gave him a convenient excuse in the meantime. After breakfast, Itachi
lounged casually for a bit with Sasuke. Sasuke had taken the opportunity while
Itachi was distracted momentarily by his father to snuggle under Itachi’s arm.
Itachi humored Sasuke, wrapping his arm around him in a gentle headlock.
Sasuke, naturally, didn’t budge. He merely continued eating his snack sideways,
satisfied with whatever condition he may be in so long as it was with Itachi.
Eventually, Itachi slackened his hold, and Sasuke rolled onto his back keeping
his head in place as he did so, stuffing cheese puffs into his face while
watching a new show. Itachi recognized this one from his childhood; Kagemasa,
the one who acted in the shadows, snuffing out evildoers with his evil eye.
Shisui had shown it to him when they were little, and Shisui of course had a
collection of Kagemasa paraphernalia. It was an older show, and rumors had long
floated around that it would be made into a movie, but nothing ever came of
them.
It hadn’t gone without notice to Itachi that when he thought of Shisui, his
heart fluttered in his chest, I wonder what he’s doing right now?
And like a prayer promptly answered, there was a knock at the door. Shisui’s
face popped in a moment later with a friendly greeting to Mikoto who’d answered
the door.
“Hiya Sasuke, Kagemasa huh? How far are you in the show? Itachi and I used to
love watching it on Saturday mornings.”
“Episode 23, he’s about to use his eye to totally destroy this one jerk.”
Shisui hummed a bit, and took a seat on the couch with them. It was announced
to Itachi, that he took a seat on the opposite side of Sasuke, away from
Itachi. He wondered if something was wrong, then shook himself mentally, What
have I become after just one night?
 
 
Mikoto rarely wasted time inviting Shisui to stay for lunch or dinner or the
night or whatever she could sell him on. Despite her solid and strict demeanor,
Mikoto was a very warm person once you got to know her. She was quite gentle
really, and she cared deeply for Shisui after all he had been through in life.
Itachi knew how truly she spoke when she would tell Shisui that she thought of
him as her own son, and loved him dearly for the many times he’d come to
Itachi’s rescue.
This time was no exception to her rule, “Shisui, would you like to stay for
lunch?”
“I don’t see why not, I love your cooking. It’s a lot better than mine that’s
for sure!”
Mikoto snickered at the compliment, “Well, maybe sometime you and I could have
some quality time and I’ll teach you.”
Shisui smiled, Mikoto had long filled the role of a mother in his life after
having lost his own when he was only 11.
They all gathered around the table for lunch, thanking Mikoto for their food.
Fugaku paid Shisui a mere grunt of greeting, which Shisui returned with a
polite dip of his head. Fugaku wouldn’t show it, but he liked Shisui a lot more
than he liked most people. Shisui’s grandfather had been his mentor years ago,
and he saw Kagami in Shisui more and more as time went on. And that was
something that greatly pleased him.
After lunch, Shisui chimed in, a bit abruptly, “Sorry, but could I borrow
Itachi for a little bit?”
Itachi froze; he had no idea what this was about.
“Aww that’s not fair! You guys spend enough time together and usually without
me!” Sasuke pouted aggressively at Shisui. Shisui puffed his own cheek out to
remind Sasuke who had started that habit among the three of them. It wasn’t
long before they both had stuck their tongues out at each other.
Mikoto huffed in amusement, “Shisui! Arguing with a child?” she gave him a
soft, playful whap on the head.
“Ha-ha, that’s what you get Shisui,” Sasuke snuck one last comment in.
“Ah-ah-ah Sasuke, you’re going to help me with dishes while they talk.”
Sasuke’s face dropped like a stone, and Itachi thought he saw a small reserve
of genuine hurt there. Shisui was quick to resolve it, giving Sasuke a
genuinely friendly ruffle on his head, “Don’t worry, kiddo, I promise we’ll
include you more often. This one just so happens to be a little more personal,
that’s all,” he stooped close to Sasuke and dropped his voice to a whisper,
“It’s this really embarrassing story I have to tell Itachi, I’d die if you
heard it too!”
Sasuke laughed now, his mood immediately lifted, “All right, fine.”
 
 
Itachi, himself, wondered what Shisui wanted to speak to him privately about.
Of course, he had some idea as to the content of it all, but not an inkling as
to what the tone would be.
Shisui gestured for him to follow, and they headed up to Itachi’s room.  As
they left the lighted halls and rooms behind for the darker upstairs, Itachi
couldn’t help but feel anxiety gnawing at his gut, What if we went too far?
***** Relief: Misgivings Abandoned *****
Chapter Summary
     Explicit Chapter:
     Sex/Sexual activity.
      
     No trigger warnings apply.
“Shisui, I’m sorry!”
Shisui looked at Itachi over his shoulder, eyes wide, door clicking shut
awkwardly, “What?”
“I’m… sorry?” Itachi was uncertain, blushing from his abrupt blunder, “I
thought you came to tell me that we went too far… That Iwent too far.”
Shisui snorted, unable to suppress a laugh, “That’s ridiculous.”
Itachi, feeling indignant at the comment, glared at Shisui, “I don’t see why
that’s so funny, Shisui.”
Shisui easily caught the undisguised tone, the beginnings of anger from Itachi,
“Sorry, ‘Tachi, I wasn’t laughing at you!”
When Itachi didn’t seem sold on his answer, Shisui continued, “I’m laughing
because that’s why I came over. I was worried you might be having regrets, so I
kept a little distance until I had a chance to ask you for sure. I guess I was
giving off a different signal, huh?”
“No kidding. I thought you were here to tell me never to speak to you again.”
Shisui huffed, “NowI’m laughing at you, Itachi. Why would I ever abandon you
like that? After all we’ve been through?”
Itachi felt embarrassment bubbling inside of him, an emotion that always made
him dig his grave deeper, “Well… I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you
today… I suppose I’ve had time to think of all the bad possibilities too.”
This time, Itachi got lucky.
Shisui crossed the room until he stood close to Itachi, their height difference
accentuated, “You too, huh?”
Itachi blinked at him, “Me too?”
Shisui smiled fondly at him, “Yeah. I haven’t been able to get you off my mind
either, although admittedly, I rarely can.”
Itachi blushed for real, eyes glittering as his face ignited, left momentarily
speechless by the confession. Shisui smiled at him, and gestured for the two to
sit on the bed. Itachi did so, still at a loss. The two got comfortable, Shisui
smoothly changing the topic until the heat of the moment had died down.
 
 
It wasn’t long, however, before their eyes locked again.
 
 
Itachi felt the familiar heat rising through his chest, and he could see on
Shisui’s face that the same heat had begun in his as well. Shisui gave him a
soft bump with his shoulder, and Itachi took the invitation, craning his neck
until their faces were very close once again. Itachi ran his fingers through
Shisui’s hair, soft curls caressing them as they made their way. In response,
Shisui twirled Itachi’s hair strand by strand, relishing the fact that he’d
worn it down for a change.
 
A moment later, their lips made contact.
 
They picked up where the left off, falling backward on the bed until they lay
on their sides facing each other, maintaining their love lock. Legs wrapped
around one another, hands pulled at hair, and hips pressed against one another.
Having relieved his concerns from earlier, Itachi was feeling exceptionally
mischievous today.
He flipped himself so that he straddled Shisui once more, “I realized
something.”
Shisui was too distracted by Itachi’s presence on his body to give a proper
answer, “What is it?”
“You didn’t get anything out of yesterday.”
“Well, I wouldn’t say I didn’t get anything out of it.”
Itachi puffed his cheek, mildly frustrated that Shisui had missed his hint, “I
think you know what I meant.”
Shisui seemed interested now, “Oh? Is that what you meant?”
Itachi’s hands dropped to Shisui’s waistline, fingers undoing his pants with
swift deftness. Shisui’s eyes were heavy and he simply watched Itachi work.
Before Itachi had even managed to strip Shisui to his under garments, Shisui
sported a noticeable erection.
 
Itachi inadvertently bit his lip at the sight.
And Shisui didn’t miss it.
 
“Mmm Itachi, I see that look on your face. What is it that you’re planning?”
Itachi didn’t argue and didn’t answer, merely dropped down between Shisui’s
legs, looking up at him with a brazenly mischievous look gleaming in his eyes.
Shisui’s face changed, unmistakable desire filling his expression as he gazed
down to where Itachi had positioned himself. His voice had grown thicker with
the lust he was feeling, “Itachi… I doubt, somehow, that you even know how to
do that.”
 
It was a provocation, a taunt.
 
Itachi’s eyes narrowed sharply at Shisui, “You’d better hope I don’t. Because
if I do, my whole family is going to hear you.”
 
That was a threat, a promise.
 
The power dynamics between them flared up occasionally, but they both knew that
by the end of it they’d be little more than puddles of affection for one
another. Itachi had a wild sense of admiration for Shisui. As a kid, it was
nearly idolization. Shisui spoke with such immense conviction and he always
seemed to be right, even when making morally guided decisions, something Itachi
always struggled with.
And right now there was little more that Itachi wanted than to hear Shisui
speak, to hear him say how much pleasure Itachi had given him. He wanted Shisui
to feel as good as he had beneath the stretch of the stars the night before.
 
 
Itachi began pressing kisses over the fabric, and Shisui slid his bottom lip
between his teeth at the visual of Itachi’s lips pressed to his erection, the
only thing separating them the single thin layer of fabric. He let out a soft
grunt of encouragement to spur Itachi on, running his fingers through Itachi’s
hair, and gently grabbing handfuls of it.
Itachi’s hand trailed along the inside of Shisui’s thigh, occasionally pressing
into it, spreading Shisui’s legs gradually farther, giving him more access. His
thumb teased the curve where Shisui’s leg met his body, pressing into the
rather tender spot as though spurring Shisui. His fingers wove under the last
bit of fabric between his lips and Shisui’s body, and he pulled them away in
the same slow manner he had done before.
Itachi took a moment to appreciate Shisui’s body before delicately taking hold
of him, and slowly running his lips over the tip. He used his fingers to stroke
while his lips danced on Shisui’s tip. He could see Shisui begin to strain, his
face contorting slightly, and he knew he was doing well so far.
He continued teasing for a while, his index finger running along Shisui’s
shaft, taking in all the sensations and tastes of Shisui. Gradually, his pace
picked up. He began taking more and more of Shisui, inch by inch he covered
Shisui’s member with his saliva. He began to evoke soft grunting moans from
Shisui, soft enough that there wasn’t any need to worry about someone hearing
them. Shisui grabbed a handful of his hair and began pacing him, tugging
occasionally when Itachi would hit a sweet spot, sending a jolt of pleasure
through Shisui’s body. When Itachi slowed himself down again, Shisui would
stroke his face, running his thumb over Itachi’s cheek.
 
 
When Itachi would break his hold for air, he would release Shisui with a pop,
his tongue lingering out and leaving a trail of saliva between it and Shisui’s
erection. Shisui loosed a trembling moan to the sight of it all.
Itachi could feel the change in Shisui’s body, his muscles tightened, and his
member swelled in Itachi’s mouth. Itachi looked up, meeting Shisui’s eyes with
his own. An array of thoughts passed between the two of them, conveyed by
nothing but their eyes, and still understood.
 
Shisui gazed down at Itachi, his eyes were low, pupils dilated as his eyes
shined down at Itachi, who he both loved and lusted for so deeply. His lips
were parted in the sweetest way, pink and slightly swollen from his biting on
them. They were beautiful, tinged red and pouted out. Shisui’s muscles rippled
as he wrapped his leg around Itachi’s back. His breath came in heated pants,
chest heaving as a flushed out blush covered his upper body. As he reached his
climax, his pants became more desperate, his body grew redder, his brows
furrowed and his head tilted back a bit more. Itachi could feel his leg
trembling as he desperately stifled his moans. His hand gripped Itachi’s hair
once more, willing him on to finish it. And Itachi did. He hollowed his cheeks
and used his tongue, imitating what Shisui had done.
Shisui couldn’t suppress a deeply pleasured, “Huhnn” as Itachi worked his shaft
thoroughly with his lips and tongue. A moment later Shisui screwed his face up,
biting his lip hard and throwing his head back with a slightly too loud, “Ooh
Itachi!” Heat filled Itachi’s mouth, and shocked him a bit to the point where
he instinctively wanted to spit. But he forced his reaction down and swallowed,
panting once he did.
 
A moment later, Shisui pulled Itachi’s hair, willing him back up. Itachi
complied, coming to lay next to Shisui for a moment, resting his head on
Shisui’s chest.
“I wish I could do better, I really do want to make you feel good.”
Shisui whacked Itachi on the butt at the comment, causing Itachi to jerk
feeling a bit too excited by that for some reason, “What are you talking about?
That was amazing. I loved every second of it, Itachi, and I can’t wait to do it
again.”
At that, Itachi smiled softly, and they enjoyed the quiet moments they had
before someone would inevitably come to check on them.
***** Instigation: A Provoking Threat *****
Itachi headed up the busy street towards the Hokage’s mansion, dressed and
prepared to return to work. He’d needed a new uniform after his old one had
been torn to shreds following the tragic mission to Amegakure. The new uniform
fit him better, and it brought to his attention how much he’d grown lately.
Having hit puberty very early at age 11, Itachi hadn’t paid much attention
after his initial growth spurt, but now it had come to his attention that he’d
done quite a bit of growing in the last two or so years.
The walk up to the mansion was a pleasant one. Itachi passed a plethora of
small shops along the way, and many of the shop owners would give him a morning
greeting as they swept and cleaned in preparation for the day’s work. Itachi
often received comments on his amicable disposition and kind mannerisms; it was
a source of pride for his father to hear that his son was so well-liked around
the village.
 
 
As he neared the mansion, Itachi caught the eye of Kakashi who was walking, as
usual, with Tenzou at his side. Tenzou was often teased among the Ro members
for being “like a pet” to Kakashi, but Itachi remained one of the few who had
never teased Tenzou. He understood where he was coming from, and Itachi found
he shared a similar bond with Kakashi. He’d often assumed it was simply because
Kakashi possessed the Sharingan, which certainly gave them a special bond, but
Itachi had lately begun to think it was more than that.
“Yo. How’ve you been?”
Itachi was pulled from his thoughts, “Good morning, Kakashi Taichou.”
Kakashi sighed as Itachi dipped his head politely, “You’re as proper as ever,
I’ll give you that much.”
Tenzou smiled in greeting to Itachi, and Itachi returned it as the three headed
indoors and up one flight of stairs to where the ANBU teams did most of their
pre-mission work. This floor held hundreds of lockers in many different rooms.
The rooms belonged to teams, each room having two lockers per member, one large
one for changing out of civilian clothing for those who preferred to dress at
work, and a smaller one for personal items such as necklaces, ear rings, in
some cases photos of loved ones, and a whole assortment of things that could
potentially identify you and hence needed to be left behind on missions.
 
Itachi, personally, kept only one item in his lockers regularly. It was a
picture of him and Sasuke as children, taken not long after Itachi had invented
a game for Sasuke to busy him and avoid his tantrums. The objective was to
capture stray cats, a fitting task for a soon-to-be genin, and get a stamp of
their paw print, which cats detested. Sasuke had outgrown the game by now,
having caught most of the stray cats at least once and many twice, but that
picture of the two of them immortalized the memory. There they were, Sasuke
dirty and so proud of himself, smiling broadly holding a cat by the scruff, and
Itachi, the proudest older brother in the world, patting Sasuke’s head and
holding the receipt of Sasuke’s accomplishment in the form of a red paw stamp
on a piece of paper which later turned into an entire book.
That picture in many ways kept Itachi sane. Seeing it calmed his nerves and
cleared his mind. It gave him purpose, a reason to do what he did in ANBU, no
matter how dark and insensible it seemed at times. Embodied in that picture was
Itachi’s will to go on, his will to fight.
 
 
“All right, listen up.”
Itachi sat on the bench along with the rest of the members of their team, with
the exception of Kakashi, who would address them with their mission objective.
“First of all, we’re here earlier than usual today. I want everyone to take one
of each of the foods placed on the table over there, then pack some food pills
for the road. This mission is short term, so I’d recommend only packing for
three days. We should be back within the 48 hour mark, but pack extra just in
case. Next, we don’t want to be tracked, and I can smell half of you from here,
so we should all shower before leaving, agreed? I’ll give you all the rest of
the details after we’re done.”
The boys on the team sniffed at their armpits, many recoiling at the smell,
while the girls eyed them, most likely glad Kakashi had addressed the smell in
the room. Itachi couldn’t suppress a grin at the way they all looked, most
barely dressed and completely unshowered. Itachi was methodical, he’d come
dressed in uniform and had showered the night before, but as everyone in the
locker room stood to go wash up, Itachi opted to follow anyway, not caring to
be all alone in the locker room.
 
 
By this point in ANBU, resources weren’t wasted dividing the shower room by
sex, and the wash room was entirely gender-neutral. Itachi preferred it that
way, he’d always been weird in that sense and he knew it. He found gender roles
stupid. Plain stupid. And especially in the case of ANBU, it seemed ridiculous
to him that they could watch each other die horrible deaths, but it be
considered taboo to see each other shower. Even so, initially most people found
it a bit awkward to strip down in front of both sexes of people they’d never
met, or if they had met, hardly knew. Itachi had felt this the first time,
being only 11 he felt totally puny next to everyone else, who were mostly
upwards of 18. By now though, their team didn’t think twice about it, it was an
arbitrary thought to them. Very few even bothered to shave anymore, the women
included. Itachi was one of those few, who kept himself well-shaved and trimmed
for no purpose beyond being meticulous.
 
 
Having showered, something that put everyone in a good mood, they gathered
around the table, most still wrapped in their towels. Following Kakashi’s
order, they all grabbed one of each of the foods in the table and sat to enjoy
the down time before their mission seriously began. The atmosphere to an
outsider would appear to be calm and perhaps even a joyous one. Banter flew,
hearty laughs filled the room, smiles and friendly gestures were commonplace
now. But it all stemmed from the nervousness they felt. These were the last
moments they had to be normal people, the last time before a mission, that
could possibly last months, that they could be themselves. Once Kakashi stood
to brief them, that would vanish entirely, and they would turn off all their
feelings, and they would dress mechanically in uniform and set out, poised as
the killing machines that they were groomed to be.
 
Emotionless.
With no empathy for those they knew they would kill.
Watching the light fade from their eyes with utter calmness.
Unblinking.
 
It was no secret that Itachi was not suited for ANBU work by nature. He was
kind and gentle, sometimes even smiling softly while on a mission due to a
conversation or something. No one else really understood that. None of them
could smile even if they tried. But there Itachi would be sometimes, smiling so
well that one might almost think he was truly happy. But all knew he wasn’t.
 
Nobody in ANBU was.
 
“Hey, hey, look here,” Itachi felt a hand on his shoulder as a rough and hoarse
voice spoke, and looked up to see Yoji, who only Itachi knew held the name
Sugaru under Danzou. Itachi hated to admit it, but he had never liked Sugaru.
Perhaps it was knowing that he’d been assigned to Ro to spy on Itachi on
Danzou’s order after the mission to Amegakure, that was the logical thought
anyway, that Itachi disliked him because Danzou sent him to keep Itachi quiet
about what had happened, but Itachi had never abandoned the notion that there
was something more he didn’t like about Yoji.
“What is it?” Itachi responded, pointedly nonchalant.
“You’ve got some bruises on your neck.”
Itachi’s stomach churned, but he maintained his disposition. Damn that Sugaru,
why would he bring that up?
Eyes had turned now, made curious by the statement. “I don’t know what you’re
talking about, Yoji.”
Yoji gave Itachi an evil look, “Oh come now, you know what hickies are don’t
you, Itachi boy? Well you must, seeing as you have some. They’re faded though
I’ll give you that.”
Itachi was angry, he wanted to slam a tiger-mouth strike right into Yoji’s
scarred throat to shut him up. But he gave no outward indication of this.
He’s begun to wear himself out already, I can sit here and he’ll stop talking
on his own.
 
 
Another hand touched Itachi’s neck, brushing hair out of the way, and Itachi
felt the deep desire to turn and smack them, whoever they were, “Oooh he really
does! Itachi has it in him after all!!”
Itachi turned, loosing a growl at Ko, which he met with an evenly antagonistic
glare. It was no secret that Ko was grudging against the Uchiha, who he still
believed to be behind the Nine-Tails attack that claimed hi sisters life.
“Lay off him assholes!” It was Yugao now, one of Itachi’s best friends on the
team, “God knows the kid can die for the village, who cares if he’s got a life
outside of this hell. You’re doing it purposefully to piss him off and that’s
not what we need right now.”
“Look at you Yugao, coming to defend little ‘Tachi boy from the big bad
meanies?”
The tone had changed now, Ko was angry at having been reprimanded by Yugao, who
he clearly had feelings for, on Itachi’s behalf.
Yugao glared back, “What’s the matter, Ko boy, is Itachi getting more attention
than you?”
 
“That’s enough, all of you.”
Kakashi ended the argument swiftly. Ko was still angry, and Yugao thoroughly
annoyed, but no one challenged Kakashi.
Itachi locked eyes with Sugaru; there was a different look on his face, one of
calculation, not of spite. Sugaru turned, holding Itachi’s gaze as a gesture to
follow, and Itachi did.
They stepped aside into an adjacent room that was used to store their tools.
Once the door clicked shut behind them, Itachi rounded on Sugaru, “What was the
purpose of that?” Itachi’s anger was faintly disguised.
Sugaru just stared at him.
“I know Danzou sent you here to keep me quiet, but if I haven’t told anyone yet
why would I say something now? And it was entirely pointless to stir them up
like that. Despite what Danzou may think, I don’t need protection, and I don’t
need someone stalking me around my whole life to keep me quiet.”
Sugaru took out a note and began scribbling on it while Itachi watched,
patiently angry. I few moments later, Sugaru handed Itachi the note.
                                        
              “Itachi, I must apologize for provoking you before.
  Please understand that it is my duty to Lord Danzou to ensure not only your
safety, but your cooperation as well. If you were to falter in your loyalty, I
          would be forced, by whatever means necessary, to stop you.
 Please allow this to serve as a reminder to remain as quiet as you have been
                                   thus far.
                      Don’t forget your loyalty, Itachi.”
 
Itachi looked up and glared heatedly at Sugaru, who stared back unmoved.
“Sugaru,” Itachi watched the other man tense up at that. It was forbidden for
Root members, those who served under Danzou directly, to address one another by
their given names outside of their missions. Itachi was stating a very direct
and prominent challenge to the other man by daring to do so, a reminder that
behind his gentle calmness, Itachi had a sharpness about him that was not to be
trifled with, “I don’t know who you think you’re dealing with. My loyalty? My
loyalty is to the village, Sugaru, don’t forget that I’m still Uchiha Itachi of
the Hidden Leaf.”
 
 
Itachi turned, whipping his hair around aggressively as he did so, anger
portrayed in his every move. He opened the door with fury, throwing it open.
 
But before he could leave, he heard Sugaru speak in his bitterly hoarse voice,
“Itachi, you should know, Danzou wants to see you upon our return.”
 
Itachi froze. Not daring to look back, he stepped out into the main room where
Kakashi had gathered the team for their briefing.
“Ah, good. We’re all here now. Let’s begin.”
***** Torment: Consequences of Resistance *****
Chapter Summary
     Graphic Chapter Warning!
     Rape/Non-Consensual Sex
     Mild Depictions of Violence.
The entire mission had been filled with dread for Itachi. Sugaru’s words
haunted him, and his mind was a muddled mess throughout the mission. Focus on
the mission,no matter how many times Itachi repeated this to himself he
couldn’t make it a reality. Fortunately for him, the mission was exceedingly
simple, almost like a welcome-back field day for their elite team. Itachi
assumed with relative confidence that this was not coincidental and that their
team had been assigned with such an easy mission in order to readjust them to
working again.
Kakashi had been giving Itachi sideways glances throughout the mission, and at
one point while poised in a tree with no other ears around, he confronted
Itachi.
“Is something on your mind?” Kakashi eyed him.
…
“Itachi, if you’re worried about this mission failing, it won’t.”
Itachi simply met the captains stare.
Kakashi’s visible eye narrowed at Itachi’s silence. The two enjoyed a strong
relationship, and it was very out of character for Itachi to resist Kakashi’s
approaches. Kakashi came second only to Shisui when it came to people Itachi
looked up to and trusted.
Even with Itachi’s resistance, Kakashi knew him well, and he knew then that
Itachi’s troubles had little or nothing to do with the mission.
 
 
The mission took a total of three days, although the actual working portion of
it lasted less than 12 hours. Travelling and planning had taken the majority of
their time. As the outer gates of Konoha appeared, Itachi’s stomach hurt and
his head spun, realization of what was most likely to come causing the blood to
roar in his ears.
They met back at the mansions second floor where they all quickly stripped down
for a nice shower. Itachi took his time, enjoying the warm water and the
feeling of soap running through his long hair and down the length of his back.
It wasn’t long, however, before Itachi noticed that Sugaru was purposefully
taking his time as well, until they were the last two to finish. Itachi
pointedly ignored him as he wrapped his towel around his waist and took another
towel for his hair. As Itachi flipped his hair forward to wrap it, he felt a
hard bump, hip to hip, from Sugaru, as though taunting him, Don’t forget,
Itachi.
Itachi let out an undisguised growl at Sugaru, and fixed him with fiercely
angry eyes. Sugaru was unmoved, and simply walked out and left Itachi to finish
dressing.
As Itachi reluctantly stepped out of the shower room, he was immediately
greeted by Kakashi, “Can I speak with you privately, Itachi?”
Initially, Itachi’s stomach tensed unpleasantly, assuming Kakashi was going to
scold him for his performance during the mission. Itachi hated failing with a
passion; he hated to disappoint.
 
But then a thought dawned on him, the longer Kakashi took, the longer he could
avoid Danzou, and a disappointed lecture suddenly seemed very favorable to him.
 
Kakashi led him quietly to the office room which only the captain had the keys
to. The room was dark, it had no windows, and even if it did it had been dark
outside for hours. Kakashi turned on a single lamp, giving the two enough light
to clearly see one another, but not so much that it would be considered bright.
Itachi was well braced for his lecture, ready to accept every disappointed word
that would come his way, and even feeling mildly grateful for the time
consumed.
“Itachi, would you like to tell me what’s going on?” Kakashi’s voice was
uncannily soft, and Itachi wondered if he was trying to mask his
disappointment.
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“Itachi, you can talk to me. Whatever you say in this room will remain here,
between us.”
Itachi froze, What?
“I’m sorry, Taichou, I don’t think I understand.”
“I caught that conversation before we left, if something’s going on you can
tell me about it. I’m worried for you.”
Itachi went cold. He reeled with panic for a moment, not knowing what to say.
Fear quickly turned to desperate anger, and he lashed out, “I didn’t know it
was illegal to have a sex life while you’re in ANBU.”
Kakashi wasn’t thrown off by his outburst, “It’s not.”
“Then why do you care what I do with my free time?”
“I don’t, really.”
Itachi faltered in confusion, “What?”
“Itachi, I’ll be direct with you since you won’t be open with me. I don’t think
you got those marks from a girlfriend after a fun night out.”
Itachi was horrified at the implication, Did Danzou tell him what
happened?Itachi couldn’t form any words, and instead just stared wide eyed at
Kakashi.
“Itachi, I’ll say it again. You can talk to me, whatever you say will stay
between us.”
“Kakashi…”
“Yes, Itachi?”
…
 
 
Itachi hadn’t even realized the way his body language had shifted, he felt
vulnerable and sick to his stomach. He was hunched slightly over, his arms
wrapped around himself as though he was trying to give himself a comforting
hug. Kakashi must have noticed this. He gently grabbed Itachi’s arm and pulled
him closer until Itachi was forced to look up at him. What Kakashi read in his
eyes must have given him away, because Kakashi said nothing, and hugged him. It
was a warm, genuine hug. He rubbed Itachi’s back gently, and Itachi began to
lull in his embrace.
“How’d you know?” Itachi was startled to hear himself blurt the words out.
Kakashi didn’t break their embrace, and mulled for a moment, “You’re not the
first one. And I know you, you’re calm, collected, and you rarely if ever let
your feelings get the better of you. Since you’ve returned, you’ve had more
emotional outbursts than you had in all the time I’ve known you prior. I
thought it was the trauma of the last mission at first, but once I heard that
conversation, I realized what was going on.”
Itachi was silent.
“Itachi, you don’t have to be silent about this. I made a promise to you that
whatever is said here will stay here, but I encourage you to tell someone. Does
anyone know what happened?”
“I told Shisui.”
“That’s a good start.”
Itachi looked up at him, “You know who did this, don’t you? He’s done it before
right? That’s what you said.”
Kakashi’s eyes narrowed sorrowfully, “Yeah, I know what’s going on Itachi.
You’re not the first, and probably won’t be the last.”
Itachi winced at that thought, that there would be another victim to come after
he’d served his purpose to Danzou.
There was a knock at the door, and an annoyed voice, “Yo, Kakashi Taichou,
sorry but we’re trying to leave. Are you done?”
Kakashi looked down at Itachi, who’d pulled away from him, “I’ll be fine.” He
wished he could believe those words as easily as he said them. Kakashi nodded
and the two exited so that Kakashi could give closing words to the team. Yugao
sat next to Itachi and quietly consoled him for what everyone apparently
thought was a scolding for his recent distracted performance. Itachi went along
with it, thanking her, and agreeing that he’d been off his game lately.
 
 
As everyone departed, Sugaru gestured for Itachi to follow, and he did.
Glancing over his shoulder to where Kakashi and Tenzou were walking in the
opposite direction, the realization of who that other person had been hit
Itachi, and he gained a new appreciation for the bond between Tenzou and
Kakashi.
 
 
Itachi bowed, unceremoniously, when he greeted Danzou.
Danzou nodded at him to get up, and he obeyed despite himself, “Itachi, I heard
you did well in your last mission,” Danzou waved Sugaru away, and as the other
man disappeared, Danzou dropped the unnecessary formalities, “Take off your
shirt.”
Itachi had no vague idea where it came from, but he was fired up with
resilience suddenly, “No.”
Danzou hardly reacted, “Itachi, you’d best listen to me the first time or
you’ll only make it worse for yourself.”
Itachi glared at him, “Go to hell.”
 
 
Danzou grabbed him by his shirt and yanked him forward, but Itachi was agile,
and he found his footing easily.
The fight ensued, Danzou trying to out power Itachi and pull him off his feet
while Itachi used his superior agility and flexibility to wriggle free of
Danzou’s hold. When Danzou’s hold broke, Itachi shot a punch at Danzou’s face,
he and felt sickly thrilled as it connected with his nose, relishing at the
sight of the old man bleeding. Itachi quickly took the upper hand in the fight,
and for a moment he felt like Danzou was a ragdoll being tossed around by him.
That moment was short lived.
As Itachi hurled a kick towards Danzou’s ribs, Danzou’s hand shot out, and
black ribbons spread over Itachi’s body, paralyzing him. It was one of the many
sealing jutsu that ANBU shinobi learned, a paralytic jutsu. Danzou threw Itachi
to the floor, and Itachi hit full force, unable to move any of his limbs.
 
Danzou loomed over him like a hawk, “I warned you.”
 
Danzou took his time stripping Itachi down, making Itachi suffer, feeling every
horrible moment. Danzou brushed fingers over Itachi’s body, brushing his
nipples where the remnants of bruises could still be seen. Itachi was helpless.
To his surprise, Danzou withdrew for a few minutes, leaving Itachi paralyzed
naked on the floor. Danzou returned a few minutes later, and no matter how hard
he strained, Itachi couldn’t crane his neck to see what Danzou had brought
back.
Itachi felt a foot roll him over onto his stomach, and he braced himself to
feel Danzou force himself inside his body once more. There was a long moment of
anticipation, and just as Itachi’s guard slackened, he felt a violent crack hit
the back of his shoulders. He howled in pain. As quickly as the first had come,
there was another, and another, and another, until Itachi could feel the blood
welling on his skin.
 
He gasped, unable to move and with his face in the floor, he struggled to
breathe.
 
There was a moment of calm before the crack of a whip gouged a deep gash in
Itachi’s back, making him scream in pain. Blood ran down his sides now. The
whip cracked over him for what seemed like forever until Itachi was little more
than a whimpering mess.
There was a longer moment of quiet now, and Itachi’s mind unscrambled itself to
process what had happened, The first was a cane, the second a whip. This is my
punishment for fighting.
“Have you had enough, Itachi?”
Itachi tried to speak, but his jaw was nearly locked completely by the jutsu.
Danzou knew this, but continued as though Itachi were still defying him anyway.
A moment later, heat seared Itachi’s wounded back, igniting another pained
scream in Itachi’s chest. Another splash of fire on his back and he was ready
to break. The heat came suddenly and scalded him, then disappeared a moment
later.
Itachi struggled desperately to breathe, feeling himself ready to faint from
pain and lack of oxygen. He felt Danzou take hold of his hair and lift him up,
flipping him roughly onto his back. Itachi yelped in pain as he landed on his
lacerated and burned back, forced to face Danzou who held a large lit candle
that was almost entirely melted wax.
 
 
“I’ll ask you again, have you had enough?”
Itachi desperately tried to nod his head, to say yes, anything he could. But
Danzou was taunting him, well aware that he couldn’t form coherent words.
Danzou tipped the candle, allowing wax to pour onto Itachi’s chest making him
scream more. But he remained perfectly still, utterly paralyzed.
Danzou began pouring the wax lower and lower down the front of Itachi’s body
until he reached his groin. Itachi was helpless, unable to do anything to
protect himself, he whimpered.
Danzou allowed the wax to drip drop by drop onto Itachi’s most sensitive spot,
causing him to wail desperately for Danzou to stop.
Danzou did stop eventually, once Itachi’s member was covered in wax.
Itachi lay there trembling on the floor, utterly vulnerable.
Danzou stripped now, giving Itachi an even deeper sense of dread than the one
he already had. Danzou moved into position between Itachi’s legs, moving Itachi
as if he were a mannequin.
 
 
“You’re going to watch me this time,” Danzou put his hand over Itachi’s mouth
and held his head so that he couldn’t look away from Danzou. He released him
long enough to force himself inside of Itachi, earning an agonized vocalization
from the 15 year old. A moment later he put his hand back and thrusted
mercilessly into Itachi’s body, causing tears to flow down Itachi’s cheeks for
both pain and the horrid sensation of being violated.
Danzou slammed himself into Itachi’s body at a vicious pace, moving his hand to
grip Itachi’s soft member hard yanking it occasionally to distress Itachi
further and make him sob. Itachi couldn’t move, couldn’t even jerk his limbs in
response to the vice like grip on his member.
 
The pain in his abdomen was unbearable, but there was nothing he could do stop
it.
Danzou continued to roughly impose himself on Itachi. At one point Danzou
nearly closed his fist over Itachi’s member, making the boy screech and cry,
eyes rolling back from agony.
 
 
Danzou allowed Itachi’s pained screams to fill his ears as he filled Itachi’s
body with his semen, soiling him and ruining him. When it was finally over,
Danzou released the paralytic jutsu, and Itachi immediately convulsed on the
floor as Danzou left the room, leaving Itachi alone once more to pick himself
up from the ruins.
***** Enraptured: Divinity and Spirituality *****
Chapter Summary
     Explicit Chapter:
     Sex/Sexual Activity
      
     No trigger warnings apply.
Chapter Notes
     This is a very long chapter and it took a lot of time to write it!
     I'm sorry about the late update!
Weeks went by as more of the same, short missions, and Danzou’s sick game.
Danzou had grown increasingly bold, no longer concerned if his ROOT agents were
in the room when it all happened. His increased brazenness only meant more
suffering for Itachi. Itachi had entered into a mental shutdown regarding what
was being done to him. His feelings no longer resonated with either anger or
pain, he had simply accepted it as fact, objectively. He kept quiet, did as he
was told, and so long as he did that, it was over as quickly as it would begin.
Itachi had struggled to hide the deep gouges in his back, and even now faint
scars were visible where the deepest wounds had been. As for the redness on his
chest and upper back, Itachi had placed the blame on a sunburn.
Itachi slept on his stomach at night, his upper body bare so that his injuries
had a chance to breathe. It didn’t help that his chest and abdomen were burned,
the contact with the bedsheets proving vastly uncomfortable. But even so,
Itachi found that lying on his back was far more painful. He washed himself
with the utmost care, with lukewarm water and sans soap. He washed his hair
separately, still maintaining it as he’d always done.
 
 
 
But now his wounds had healed and the burns had long faded from his body, and
he was feeling excited for the first time in nearly a month. Shisui had invited
him on one of his “Practice Missions” where the two would head off alone into
the mountains and forests that surrounded the village for days on end to hone
and maintain their survival skills. It was easy now, of course, but Itachi was
still fondly attached to these excursions, more accurately, to the time spent
under Shisui’s wing. Even though Itachi found these “missions” easy, it still
seemed like Shisui always had something to teach him, some kind correction to
make. Itachi cherished that feeling, one that so few could provide in his life,
the feeling of bettering him, pushing him onward and further than before.
 
Itachi had gathered his things, given Sasuke, who had fallen asleep on the
couch after promising himself he’d stay up to see his beloved brother off in
the morning, a gentle kiss on the top of his head and tucked him in, and
grabbed a muffin for breakfast before excitedly taking off in the early morning
light. The sun had not yet broken the horizon, in fact it was still quite a
ways away, but light had begun to grace the night sky, pushing its kingdom
forth and beckoning the new day. The air was crisp and cool, fall making its
grand entrance with grace over the village. Foliage had just begun its change,
and temperatures began to sink, slowly. Shisui’s birthday was coming up, and
Itachi had suspicions that their excursion was Shisui’s way of gifting himself.
Itachi didn’t mind of course, but he liked to challenge himself to see if he
could pick up on what Shisui was thinking at any given moment.
They met by the village gate, said farewell to the guards, and headed off the
well-trodden path out of the village. Konoha, as a territory, extended far past
the walls of the village, huts and small clusters of farmers dotted the
landscape around the main village, but they were still considered part of
Konoha.
Shisui must have sensed Itachi’s excitement, he usually picked up immediately
on how Itachi felt, because he smiled over his shoulder at him when he spoke,
“You’re awfully bubbly today.”
Itachi gave a soft smile in return, “It’s been a long time since you and I
spent some quality time together.”
Shisui snickered, “It’s been, like, a month ‘Tachi.”
Itachi swatted his shoulder in good humor, affirming his exceptionally rare
mood. Shisui responded by whirling around to grab Itachi in a headlock and
repeatedly poke his side where he was ticklish, something only Shisui knew
about him. He stopped and gave a howling laugh when Itachi snorted from his
bought of laughter. It was exceedingly rare to hear Itachi laugh, and it warmed
Shisui’s heart.
 
 
 
Having been robbed of their childhood and all that came with it, Shisui and
Itachi would occasionally have a fit of childish humor. Sometimes play
fighting, sometimes laughing at things most people wouldn’t find funny,
sometimes being simplistic, sometimes being idealistic and naïve. This side to
them only showed around one another and, in Shisui’s case, in front of Sasuke.
Shisui had a broad streak of mischief in him, and he quite enjoyed putting
Itachi into mildly uncomfortable circumstances. Sometimes he would provoke
Sasuke into demanding something from Itachi, often by challenging Sasuke’s
admiration of his brother. Shisui would casually brag about being better than
him at something or another, which always resulted in Sasuke heatedly demanding
that Itachi tell Shisui off. Shisui truly admired their love for one another
though, and he always conceded that Itachi “must be better” after some whining
from Sasuke. He didn’t like the thought of actually challenging Sasuke’s belief
that his brother was the greatest in the world, it was something to be
cherished and preserved and Shisui knew that.
Now, Itachi wasn’t totally defenseless to the mischief. Itachi was renowned by
those closest to him for his immense and very sassy wit. He never seemed to be
caught off guard, no matter who you were, Itachi had a snazzy comment about you
that’d leave you reeling by the end of it. Numerous occasions had arisen in
ANBU where his teammates were left screeching after he dished it out to one of
their comrades. His notorious poker face made it all the more hilarious to
everyone. He’d even been known to evoke laughter from Kakashi, an admirable
feat.
And Shisui was no different. Itachi was patient, and would often wait for the
right moment to get back at Shisui for his shenanigans, returning the favor of
mild discomfort. He’d build up his arsenal of sassy comments before unleashing
them in a stream of witty delivery well-timed. It never failed to leave Shisui
bright red and laughing until tears ran down his face. It was fun for them,
Itachi’s comments at Shisui were never mean in spirit, and Shisui knew this.
His sharp tongue did land him in trouble occasionally, usually if not
exclusively by his mother. He had, of course, inherited his wit from her, but
she wasn’t always fond of that fact. Especially as a child, Itachi had free
flowing speech with no real filter, and his comments were sometimes greeted
with a smack on the back of his hand a vicious look from Mikoto. Such was the
time when an old woman had insulted Mikoto for breastfeeding Sasuke in public;
 
 
“That’s disgusting,” the woman mumbled, just loud enough to catch Mikoto’s ear,
“And with her child right there too, fuhf.”
“Excuse me, why don’t you speak up if you have something to say,” Mikoto’s
voice rang loud and firm, the tone she’d used in her days as a team captain.
“I said that’s shameful. It’s manner less and indecent. Put it away or throw a
blanket over him.”
“Why don’t you just try and make me, lady.”
The old woman reeled and glared at her, and Mikoto met it tenfold with her
ferocious stare.
They stared each other down before Itachi chimed in, “Excuse me.”
The woman looked at him, “I’m sorry your mother makes you see such things.”
Before Mikoto could snap a reply back, Itachi beat her to it, “That’s not what
I had to say. Maybe if yours weren’t so saggy you wouldn’t be so invested in
other people’s business.”
The woman flared, “What?”
“They’re saggy. And ugly. Maybe you should have some manners and not leave the
house with those flopping around like that-“
There was a splitting smack as Mikoto nailed him on the back of the head.
Itachi defended himself saying that if she didn’t want comments made about her,
she shouldn’t have made comments about Mikoto.
“Ah sweetie, you’re right. But you also need to learn to watch your tongue! You
shouldn’t speak to people like that, regardless of what they say to you first.”
“But you do that all the time.”
Mikoto whacked him again, shoving a dango stick in his hand to shut him up.
 
 
 
It was one of Itachi’s fonder memories of his childhood. He’d been lost in
thought, and he walked right into Shisui with a grunt.
Shisui flicked him playfully, “Watch it punk.”
“Sorry,” Itachi reoriented himself, “I was a little lost in thought.”
“When aren’tyou lost in thought, huh?” Shisui winked at him, signaling that he
was only half serious. Itachi knew there was some truth to that, though. He
spent a lot of time daydreaming, just thinking about things, and sometimes not
thinking at all.
“More importantly,” Shisui continued, “This is our campsite.”
“You’re joking.”
Shisui frowned halfheartedly at him, “What? You don’t trust my decisions
anymore? I thought you looked up to me, Itachi-kun.”
Itachi rolled his eyes, “There’s trees everywhere, Shisui.”
“Well, it is a forest, to be fai-“
Shisui let out an oof as Itachi chucked his rolled up sleeping bag at him, “You
know what I meant!”
Shisui laughed, his mischievous side having been satisfied for the time being,
“Yeah, yeah, I know what you meant, geez,” he laughed again, “There’s a grotto
right through those dense bushes there.”
Itachi looked at the wall of bushes where Shisui had pointed, “How can you
tell?”
“When we approached this place I noticed there was a hill to our right, that’s
what I’ve been following to get here. I know there’s a grotto because those
bushes are set so far back from the rest of the trees. They’re also the only
bushes of their kind I’ve seen around here, which means they were probably
planted there.”
Itachi cocked his head, “You sure about that?”
Shisui just threw a self-assured smile over his should and walked up to the
line of bushes, forcing his way through, leading with his shoulder and slashing
occasionally with his tanto. Itachi sighed, and followed, forging a few steps
forward before getting snagged on a branch, freeing himself, then repeating the
process until finally the bushes parted, and just as Shisui had said, a grotto
lay in front of them.
 
 
Another accurate prediction, Itachi realized, was that the bushes had been
planted purposefully. There was a U shape around the entrance to the grotto,
and lichen grew over the opening in the small hill which Itachi could see upon
closer inspection was made of hard rock.
The two parted the lichen gently and stepped into the cave. Light filtered
through from above; there were large circular holes in the roof of the cave.
The floors were overgrown with short soft grass and shade flowers. Moss grew
along the walls and altogether created a lovely environment.
“Do you think it’s man-made?” Itachi asked.
“Almost certainly.”
“Then, are you sure it’s okay for us to barge in here?”
“No one’s been here for many years, Itachi. The bushes were completely
overgrown. If someone was still using this place, there’d have been a path
through the bushes, right?”
Itachi hadn’t thought of that, and it was enough to put his mind to ease about
staying here for the duration of their excursion.
 
 
They settled in, dropping their supplies off and finding the softest place to
roll out their sleeping bags. For their first night, Shisui had brought along
enough food to tie them over until the next morning. The sun had begun to set,
and Shisui set up a small fire beneath one of the holes in the roof using wood
he’d gathered from slashing his way through the bushes earlier. They snacked
comfortably, kept warm in the cool dusk air by the fire. They chatted idly for
a bit, then quietly enjoyed each other’s company as darkness reclaimed her
kingdom of the night.
“Hey,”
Shisui’s voice dragged him from his thoughts, “What’s up?”
Shisui gazed at him for a long moment, making Itachi wonder what could possibly
be going through his head as he did so. His eyes were warm, Itachi thought as
he stared back.
Shisui smiled as though concluding a novel of thoughts, “It’s nothing, really.”
“You can tell me.”
“I know I can, Itachi. It’s more like it’s too abstract to put into words.”
Itachi smiled at that, though he wasn’t sure why, “You can try.”
Shisui gazed down at the fire, the smile still warmly gracing his face, “I’ve
just been thinking.”
…
“About what?”
“About that night by the river Naka.”
Itachi blushed, “Oh.”
“Tell me, Itachi-”
…
“- What do you really think of me? Rather, what do you feel in your heart when
you’re with me?”
…
There was a long silence as Itachi contemplated his answer, and Shisui didn’t
rush him as he pondered it.
“I… really don’t know how to convey it, Shisui.”
 
 
 
 
Shisui seemed mildly disappointed by that, but he said nothing. Still, the
thought of giving such a bleak answer didn’t sit well with Itachi, and he felt
unusually bold in the heat of the moment. He came and sat next to Shisui,
facing him, and leaning into him, “You know, with a little more thought, I
think I know a way I can convey it to you.”
Shisui blushed at that, meeting Itachi’s gentle gaze. He held perfectly still,
inviting Itachi to follow through.
And Itachi did.
Itachi cupped Shisui’s face with his hands, running his thumbs over the
curvature of Shisui’s features and rubbing gentle circles into his temples.
Shisui lulled to his touch, eyelids lowering just a bit, and shoulders
relaxing. Itachi ran his fingers through Shisui’s hair, a gesture Shisui gave
Itachi often. Itachi saw Shisui’s pupils dilate. They gazed into each other’s
souls for an elongated moment before Shisui gently closed his eyes, signaling
for Itachi to take the next step. Itachi took his time, leaning in slowly to
connect their lips, pressing them together with all the gentleness in the
world.
They took turns exploring each other’s mouths, experimenting, feeling all that
was to be felt, and tasting each other’s essence. When they broke, they would
alternate their breathing, inhaling what the other exhaled until they were
lightheaded from lack of breathable oxygen.
Shisui gently grabbed Itachi’s hips and coaxed him up onto his lap. Itachi made
no resistance; instead he linked his ankles behind Shisui’s back and sat
upright on his lap, giving special attention to their intimate regions in the
most erotic of ways. He craned his neck until their brows touched and they
could stare deep into each other’s eyes. Shisui’s hands began feeling over
Itachi’s back, slipping beneath his shirt and tracing his back dimples that he
loved so much.
 
 
 
 
Itachi rocked gently into Shisui’s body, the ever so soft friction of Itachi’s
crotch on Shisui’s evoked a sweet, quiet moan from Shisui.
“God, you’re beautiful,” Shisui breathed the words into Itachi’s mouth so that
he may inhale them into his lungs and allow them to become a part of him.
Itachi gazed deep into his eyes before tipping his head back and giving Shisui
access to his neck. Shisui took his time, allowing his breath to puff against
Itachi’s sensitive skin before he began placing gentle kisses on his neck. He
brushed his lips over Itachi’s neck and throat feeling out his most sensitive
spots before he began sucking very gently on them, running his tongue in
circles as he did so.
Soft melodic moans floated from Itachi’s chest, a sound more beautiful than
anything Shisui could remember hearing.
Shisui placed one hand firmly on Itachi’s lower back and the other on the back
of his shoulders; he leaned Itachi back, laying him down on the sleeping bags
that they’d laid out earlier. Once settled Shisui sat up and began stripping
down. Itachi watched him through every moment of it.
Once he was fully nude, Itachi looked him up and down, “You think I’m
beautiful? I wish you could see yourself right now…”
Shisui loosed something like a purr at that comment, “Oh yeah? Well get down to
it and we’ll see about that.”
His voice was so soft Itachi thought as he slowly stripped down.
Once he had removed the last article of his clothing, Shisui was on him in an
instant. He was thrilled by the electric contact of their bare skin, and he
felt himself twitching with desire. He could feel Shisui’s weight gently
pressing him down and he wrapped his arms around his wide back, feeling
Shisui’s muscles ripple as he rubbed gently against Itachi. Itachi panted at
the sensation of their members pressing together, and seeing his reaction
encouraged Shisui to continue rolling his hips down into him.
There was breathiness about them as Shisui began trailing kisses down Itachi’s
chest and abdomen. He’d stop and run his tongue over Itachi’s skin before
working his trail a little further. When he’d finished, he began teasing
Itachi’s member with gentle flicks of his tongue, taking his thumb and index
finger and gently squeezing the base of Itachi’s cock.
“You know something?”
Itachi stared down at where Shisui was positioned; close enough to his
sensitive member that Itachi could feel his breath as he spoke, “What?”
Shisui ran his tongue from the base of Itachi’s cock to the tip and circled his
tongue once over making Itachi close his eyes and tilt his head back, “I
haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. I picked this place out right
after that night by Naka.”
“I thought… that might be the case. This location is… a little too perfect.”
Shisui smiled at him as he sat up a bit, “Itachi, are you ready? I won’t go on
unless I hear you say it.”
Itachi sat up, grabbing a handful of Shisui’s curls as he did so, and piercing
Shisui’s eyes with his own, “I’ve been ready. I want you.”
“It’s going to hurt.”
Itachi narrowed his eyes, “I’m well aware.”
 
 
 
 
Shisui gave no further protest as he rolled Itachi on his stomach and began
kissing his back. He nipped at the back of Itachi’s shoulders gently, sliding
the skin through his teeth. He ran his tongue down Itachi’s back, following his
spine and feeling every wondrous curve along the way.
When he ran his tongue over Itachi’s ass, he felt him jerk and he yelped, a bit
startled, “What are you doing?”
“Relax, it’ll feel good. And you need to be prepared properly before we move
on.”
Shisui continued working his tongue around in circles and for a while Itachi
continued to protest, but gradually he relaxed to the sensation.
Shisui drew back a little and gave Itachi’s ass a hard smack. Itachi yelped and
trembled, “Haah, why does that feel so good?” his words were barely audible to
Shisui. Shisui’s answer was another firm slap followed by him squeezing
Itachi’s ass hard, enthralled by the way it made Itachi arch his back, pushing
himself into Shisui’s hips.
Shisui leaned down, kissing the red marks as he pressed his finger to Itachi’s
entrance. He slipped his finger in and began working it gently around,
adjusting Itachi to the feeling and allowing his body to loosen and relax to
his touch.
Itachi had been immensely aroused for a while by then, and his body welcomed
the attention. Shisui didn’t miss this, and he slipped another finger in,
working him faster and harder than before until he could hear Itachi’s audible
moans. He curled his fingers, giving undivided attention to feeling Itachi’s
body, internalizing the way he would respond to Shisui’s moves.
Shisui reached with his free hand and slipped his fingers into Itachi’s mouth.
Itachi didn’t hesitate to begin sucking on them, exciting Shisui who could only
fathom the way it would feel if it were his cock instead of his fingers.
Once his fingers were thoroughly wet, he slicked his own member down before
gesturing for Itachi to lift up. Itachi’s breathing was erratic as he pushed
himself up onto his hands and knees. Shisui pressed his hand into Itachi’s
back, and gave him one final slap on his ass, the hardest one yet. Itachi’s
elbows buckled as his back arched with a moan. Shisui was entrapped at the
sight of Itachi’s face and forearms flush on the floor while his ass remained
tantalizingly up against Shisui’s cock. It was enough to overwhelm Shisui for a
moment, and he merely looked at Itachi, marveling at his beauty while Itachi
peered at him from the corner of his eye.
 
 
 
Shisui couldn’t resist him any longer, and he grabbed Itachi’s low ponytail
with one hand while the other pressed his cock firmly against Itachi’s ass.
Shisui rocked gently against him, watching the way Itachi’s eyes glittered in
the firelight.
“Shisui.”
Shisui stopped moving, prepared to end things there if Itachi had changed his
mind, “Yes, Itachi?”
“I want you.”
There was an undertone to his words and Shisui was a bit confused for a moment,
“What do you mean?”
Itachi smiled faintly, “You’re the first person I’ve ever wanted, the first
I’ve ever desired. I wantto do this with you, Shisui.”
It hit Shisui all at once what Itachi was saying. His body had been violated,
his right to consent taken away from him. And yet here he was. He wantedShisui,
in spite of everything, he desiredShisui. It was the most powerful gesture
Itachi could’ve given at that moment, and none of it was lost on Shisui.
Shisui hummed, “In a way, this will be your first time Itachi. Making love to
someone is a lot different than mindless sex, and I can’t tell you how honored
I feel to be the first one who will truly make love to you.”
 
Itachi just smiled, he said no words. There was no need.
 
 
 
 
 
Shisui was gentle as he pushed himself in, but he was significantly larger than
Danzou, and Itachi’s face screwed up with pain at the first insertion.
 
But Shisui wasn’t Danzou.
 
He leaned down over Itachi, kissing his nape gently while he whispered words of
love and support directly into Itachi’s ear. He wanted Itachi to feel loved, to
feel wanted, and to feel safe being vulnerable to Shisui. Shisui’s love for him
was immense, and he wanted Itachi to bare his soul along with his body to him
so that he may receive his love in its pure and wholesome state.
It must have worked, Itachi melted beneath him, his body relaxed, his face
changing into something beautiful. His eyes were glazed, his mouth open to
accommodate his erratic breath; he was the essence of eroticism. And through it
all, he kept his eyes locked with Shisui’s.
Shisui kissed the spot behind his ear sweetly before sitting back. He began
thrusting gently into Itachi, whose moan drifted into the night sky alongside
the smoke from the fire that one might think stood as a metaphor for their
passionate love.
When he was sure Itachi was ready, both physically and mentally, he began
stroking with full, slow moves. Itachi’s moans deepened, and Shisui could feel
him rocking back to meet Shisui’s body.
Shisui gripped his hair again, giving it a firm but not rough pull and holding
it. He began speeding up, but maintained his full strokes. It was an impressive
physical display.
When Itachi responded well, he began thrusting full force, making Itachi moan
more loudly than he ever had before. Itachi professed his love to the heavens
with his voice alone, his song enrapturing Shisui in a way that made him feel
divine. It was something mystical to hear Itachi’s song of divine love and
pleasure.
His words were completely garbled when he tried to speak, his body too gripped
by pleasure to divert its attention to forming words, and yet one still rolled
from his tongue, it’s message concise, “Shisui.”
 
 
 
 
Shisui was panting desperately, their souls were dancing together and their
energies had fused. Each other’s pleasures were their own as they made love to
one another.
Shisui’s own moans rang in harmony with Itachi’s and in those moments they
epitomized divine love, where the soul works in harmony with the body to create
something otherworldly.
Itachi reached his orgasm first, experiencing something beyond physical relief.
He would’ve sworn that his spirit crossed into something more in that moment,
all worldly concerns and thought vanquished from his mind which feel completely
silent for the first time in his life. There was no thought, only sensations.
And these sensations took over his body, as he spasmed in ecstasy, saliva
running down his face as his eyes rolled and a sound like the chorus of a god
erupted from deep within his intimate regions and coursed like a river up
through his abdomen and stomach, into his lungs and finally out his mouth as a
declaration of this spiritual love.
That sound alone was enough to make Shisui tumble over the precipice into the
embrace of Itachi’s spirit. His body seized with his orgasm, as their essences
danced somewhere in paradise, their pleasures mutual. Shisui’s body fell apart,
his muscles trembling uncontrollably as he grabbed Itachi’s waist in his last
bought of consciousness before he threw his head back and wailed to the stars.
 
They lay there, facing one another, still absent in their minds. Their brows
touched, and they gazed deep into each other’s eyes, into the windows of the
soul. They breathed each other’s air as they gradually came back down to earth.
But even after they returned to their right minds, their souls were still
intertwined, their energies still dependent.
 
They said no words, there was no need. In fact, there weren’t even words that
could be used in such a tender and spiritual moment. And so, they just gazed
into each other’s soul as the fire simmered down. Eventually, gradually,
gently, they closed their eyes, and in each other’s embrace, they went off to
the world of dreams, together.
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