Once upon a time, or so the story’s told...
“Fools, you’ve failed my orders to attain the Kyuubi, but,” the man glowered slightly as he looked over the worn out Akatsuki members. Itachi seemed to be the most exhausted though his cold exterior towards the leader held up tightly to not be assumed as weak. Pein could see through that illusion, letting it slip his thoughts as both Akatsuki members vouched for peace of war. “The Kyuubi isn’t needed at the moment, so we’ll take a break from our main goal.”
The Uchiha nodded in agreement, along with his partner Kisame. They didn’t need to argue, it was useless to do such a childish thing when this was indeed a blessing. He’d get a break from going near that village, yet his brother didn’t slip from his mind. Sasuke...
“Neh, Itachi-san, wish to join me in the hot springs?” Itachi looked up slightly, confused, “I mean, well not with me only but Deidara, Konan and I believe that plant Zetsu may come, maybe we can water him.” Kisame smirked at his own idea, always having wondered what a plant man would do under such hot water. Itachi rolled his eyes, walking away from him.
“Hn, no thank you,” with that said, Kisame was left dumbstruck. Both left unknowing of the red-head that had been watching this whole time.
Everyone lives happily, as the end unfolds...
Itachi sighed to himself, stuck looking over a picture of the 6 year old brother he used to have. His younger brother, that he made hate him and go to that Snake. His mother and father probably would be laughing at the mess he put himself into but oh well. They aren’t alive. Of the Great Uchiha clan, the only survivors are him, Sasuke and of course his stupid sensei Madara. He should be training right now to defeat the man.
Itachi blinked as the door opened, tilting his head up he sighed as he only saw Sasori. Wait, Sasori? Since when did Sasori ever go into his room unless Deidara was here? He checked, and saw no blond hair.
“Deidara’s at the hot springs,” Itachi said, taking out a book from under his bed to read. Kisame did say he went to the hot springs with them, not like he cared. He liked it better alone. Sasori didn’t move, he just walked in and closed the door behind him. His silver-glossed eyes staring at the Uchiha, pondering for a second before he finally opened his mouth to speak.
“I’m not looking Deidara; I was looking for a certain Uchiha... you,” Sasori’s voice monotone as he spoke straight-forwardly. Itachi blinked in his confusion. He was looking for him? Strange, they were comrades sure, yet they never spoke. Acquaintances one might simply say.
“What fo-“the Uchiha growled lowly as Sasori interrupted him. He hated being spoken over. Sasori was his elder though and he was raised under Uchiha ethics to appraise such partnerships and not to disrespect your elders.
“Be my boyfriend,” Itachi’s eyes widen, blush crossing his cheeks. He was not expecting that. He frowned, wondering if this was a joke, then shook that thought away the moment it popped it up as the puppet would never joke.
“Sasori, I’m sorry but no, I’m not gay.” At this the puppet rolled his eyes.
“The entire Akatsuki gay,” Sasori could’ve of sweat-dropped as he saw the look of
pure shock on the poor Uchiha’s face. Nail polish as a rule, dark cloaks, solitude with only one female in the group, how could anyone not miss the gay part?
“W-what? I’m sorry, but you may need to repeat that,” Sasori chuckled, and smiled. Of course repeating Itachi’s most feared words at the moment. Itachi wasn’t gay, he didn’t really know his sexuality and he preferred to know himself as Asexual due to that little demeaning factor.
“The entire Akatsuki is gay Itachi,” Sasori thought for a moment, then shrugged, “except Pain and Konan, they’re kind of bi for each other.” He thought they were more on the straight side as him and the other Akatsuki members had always seem them together as a couple whom were deeply in love.
“Look, Sasori that’s really nice and all but I’m not gay,” Itachi pushed Sasori aside from him and left the room. The Uchiha didn’t need to be worry about a boyfriend, or a lover at this time. He just wanted to be a caring brother for Sasuke and save him.
“Then I’ll make you,” Sasori’s claim unheard of by Itachi, the poor (unfortunate) uke.
--
Each week, Itachi’s torture is brought by the ravenous Seme...
“Sasori!”
“Mm, yes my love?”
“How the- why the hell are you calling me “my love?” I’m not yours!”
“Yes, you are, you’re my Uke.”
“Since when was I your uk-“
“Will you go out with me?”
Wham. Thud.
“Ow,” Sasori rubbed the back of his head, Itachi having hitting his head with one of Kisame’s unread books. He wondered at this time why Kisame even bought the dictionary if he has yet to use the knowledge.
Every Holiday...
“Itachi, Happy Valentines day,” the red-head handed a giant Valentines Day and red candy roses. He smiled as he watched Itachi look over his present.
“oh, so you got me a Valentines Day gift.”
“Yup, made it myself, and didn’t steal it from Tobi this time.”
“Yea, yeah, that’s good, good...”
Sasori smirked, now proud of himself, maybe he’d get a boyfriend now.
“Sasori?”
“Yes, Itachi?”
“We’re one, criminals in an evil organization and two...Valentines Day was 7 weeks ago!”
“...oh, er” he chuckled nervously to himself, taking the presents slowly, “then just ignore me as I rip out the old hag’s throat for lying and saying its Valentine’s Day.”
--
Sasori had just done it. He had done what to the poor Uchiha you may ask? He has brought Uchiha Itachi to his limits. He had a limited amount of time in which someone was allowed the privilege of stalking this ass, and Kisame had once gone over the limit as Sasori just did now. He set a new high on the record and utterly shocked Itachi and angered him as well.
He couldn’t deal with Sasuke’s snake-filled problem if he had a scorpion tailing him everywhere with the same question. He just wasn’t the type to be able to handle two such deeds at the same time, an anger vain appearing as Sasori interrupted his training, now standing a deadly 3 yards from the weasel. One wrong move and Itachi could merely destroy him at the spot he’s standing.
“Itachi,” oh, that same monotone voice again. Of course, thought the irritated weasel, Sasori going on as if he didn’t see Itachi sharpening his kunai knives. Six weeks of relationship troubles could do such to a man.
“What is it now, Sasori?”
“Will you go out with me?”
That’s it I can’t take this anymore!
“Leave me alone!” the weasel practically growled, Sasori only having a second to blink as Itachi disappeared. Sasori knowing better than to give up followed his spiked chakra signature, grumbling at himself about Itachi’s childishness...He should have spiked his chakra like that. It only made Sasori run faster through the forest brush, worry grown on the fact he had felt some other presences’ lingering in the area a while ago. Enemy or ally was yet to be known by him.
Itachi’s concentration was put on escaping from Sasori, from Sasuke, the Akatsuki...All of his problems for a bit. Even if he could get away from them for a few minutes, he’d be happy. The stresses his in life had only grown since the departure from Konoha, and his clansmen, all mainly piled up on the responsibility of the Akatsuki. He had little time to think to himself.
He winced as a sudden pain succumbed into his head, holding tightly to his forehead, he immediately fell from the height. The ground was painful, bone feeling shattered but he found with an effort to move he was fine. Nothing broken, though he blinked in confusion as his eye sight flashed. It was no secret it was slowly deteriorating from him, but something like this never happened. His eye sight flashed a few times, before it vanished from him, leaving him blind and powerless in the forest. What was worse...
“Come on Satori, there’s no way we’d find some little lost girl in the woods, just...just.”
He wasn’t alone...
“Oh, I’m sure we’ll find someone, actually, wait...isn’t that someone,” the man whistled lowly as him and his comrade slowly approached the stunned Itachi. He couldn’t escape with his eye sight gone, and if he did, he wouldn’t know if there was a cliff side he’d fall over. He was stuck. “The best part is, she looks pretty HOT!”
Uh oh...
With Sasori, he had finally caught up with Itachi. He wasn’t that far to begin with, yet he still had some strange feeling that something was wrong. Continuing on his path he stopped as he found Itachi. His Itachi pinned underneath two stupid men. His poor Uke was gagged, screaming through it struggling (shirtless) as the men tried to take his pants off. They were trying to rape Itachi, keywords, were....
Itachi winced, the men’s grip on his wrists tightening with each pull from his own. He didn’t want this in any shape or form, and sure as hell wouldn’t be an easy target. He glared at the spot where he assumed the man was ass he squeezed his ass, obviously trying to distract him. It was vaguely working.
“Come on sweetie, promise to go slow on you,” he glared at them, wishing he could spit at them. If he could, he would have. With the gag on, he’d be unable to spit, bite or speak. Being a prisoner sucked ass for the poor Uchiha. His blind eyes narrowing as he heard the sound of them unzipping something...oh no, they were taking of their pants. He grimaced, not liking the thought he continued his endless struggle. Failure...he was far from free, closing his eyes as he waited for the worst.
Nothing... Nothing, that was relieving but what was going on? Where was the cruel laughter he had expect- He stopped in mid-thought as his mind registered the screams of pain. Shuddering as he heard a light snap, wondering it that had been bark or indeed human bone that had made the hollow sound. He tilted his head, hands having been already free as the ‘rescuer’ took care of them men, then a soft voice he thought he’d never be happy to hear.
“Itachi-kun, are you ok?” Itachi sighed in relief, his hands looking for support, only to grasp them onto Sasori, hugging the man or puppet. Sasori had stopped the men from even touching him, and he had to thank him. Sasori blinked, confused at the young male’s reaction to him. This Itachi may have been unknown to him, though Itachi was vaguely glad he didn’t start crying. This part of Itachi should have been, inwardly it was crying, but he wouldn’t let the male see him that defenseless and weak.
“I-...I’m fine Sasori, but thank god you found me on time,” Itachi grinned, then blinked, lightly blushing as the older male pecked him on the lips.
“I’m sorry itachi about earlier, I didn’t know why you suddenly ran off then this
happened, just don’t...” the man trailed off a bit and sighed. Itachi blinked, curious.
“Don’t what?”
“Make me worry so much...and also,” the man chuckled, Itachi smiling having missed hearing someone’s laughter. Almost reminded him of his brother’s...he couldn’t resist men like his brother. “You owe me.” Itachi smirked, poking Sasori’s head. Maybe it wasn’t the end of the world for not getting to be with Sasuke.
“I owe you what?” Sasori smirked.
“You owe me a boyfriend, and a love story.” The man smiled at Itachi, hand tilting the uke’s chin up. Their lips met for a brief second, sparks tinkling the younger’s lips. Hunger swept the air, and Sasori’s lips came down over Itachi’s once more, the Uchiha swooning into it. They panted as they stopped for a moment to look each other in the face, Itachi’s hand on the man’s cheek.
“And what a love story it’d be.” The Uchiha’s last words until once again the couple’s lips melded into each other. A Perfect love story, indeed...
“Fools, you’ve failed my orders to attain the Kyuubi, but,” the man glowered slightly as he looked over the worn out Akatsuki members. Itachi seemed to be the most exhausted though his cold exterior towards the leader held up tightly to not be assumed as weak. Pein could see through that illusion, letting it slip his thoughts as both Akatsuki members vouched for peace of war. “The Kyuubi isn’t needed at the moment, so we’ll take a break from our main goal.”
The Uchiha nodded in agreement, along with his partner Kisame. They didn’t need to argue, it was useless to do such a childish thing when this was indeed a blessing. He’d get a break from going near that village, yet his brother didn’t slip from his mind. Sasuke...
“Neh, Itachi-san, wish to join me in the hot springs?” Itachi looked up slightly, confused, “I mean, well not with me only but Deidara, Konan and I believe that plant Zetsu may come, maybe we can water him.” Kisame smirked at his own idea, always having wondered what a plant man would do under such hot water. Itachi rolled his eyes, walking away from him.
“Hn, no thank you,” with that said, Kisame was left dumbstruck. Both left unknowing of the red-head that had been watching this whole time.
Everyone lives happily, as the end unfolds...
Itachi sighed to himself, stuck looking over a picture of the 6 year old brother he used to have. His younger brother, that he made hate him and go to that Snake. His mother and father probably would be laughing at the mess he put himself into but oh well. They aren’t alive. Of the Great Uchiha clan, the only survivors are him, Sasuke and of course his stupid sensei Madara. He should be training right now to defeat the man.
Itachi blinked as the door opened, tilting his head up he sighed as he only saw Sasori. Wait, Sasori? Since when did Sasori ever go into his room unless Deidara was here? He checked, and saw no blond hair.
“Deidara’s at the hot springs,” Itachi said, taking out a book from under his bed to read. Kisame did say he went to the hot springs with them, not like he cared. He liked it better alone. Sasori didn’t move, he just walked in and closed the door behind him. His silver-glossed eyes staring at the Uchiha, pondering for a second before he finally opened his mouth to speak.
“I’m not looking Deidara; I was looking for a certain Uchiha... you,” Sasori’s voice monotone as he spoke straight-forwardly. Itachi blinked in his confusion. He was looking for him? Strange, they were comrades sure, yet they never spoke. Acquaintances one might simply say.
“What fo-“the Uchiha growled lowly as Sasori interrupted him. He hated being spoken over. Sasori was his elder though and he was raised under Uchiha ethics to appraise such partnerships and not to disrespect your elders.
“Be my boyfriend,” Itachi’s eyes widen, blush crossing his cheeks. He was not expecting that. He frowned, wondering if this was a joke, then shook that thought away the moment it popped it up as the puppet would never joke.
“Sasori, I’m sorry but no, I’m not gay.” At this the puppet rolled his eyes.
“The entire Akatsuki gay,” Sasori could’ve of sweat-dropped as he saw the look of
pure shock on the poor Uchiha’s face. Nail polish as a rule, dark cloaks, solitude with only one female in the group, how could anyone not miss the gay part?
“W-what? I’m sorry, but you may need to repeat that,” Sasori chuckled, and smiled. Of course repeating Itachi’s most feared words at the moment. Itachi wasn’t gay, he didn’t really know his sexuality and he preferred to know himself as Asexual due to that little demeaning factor.
“The entire Akatsuki is gay Itachi,” Sasori thought for a moment, then shrugged, “except Pain and Konan, they’re kind of bi for each other.” He thought they were more on the straight side as him and the other Akatsuki members had always seem them together as a couple whom were deeply in love.
“Look, Sasori that’s really nice and all but I’m not gay,” Itachi pushed Sasori aside from him and left the room. The Uchiha didn’t need to be worry about a boyfriend, or a lover at this time. He just wanted to be a caring brother for Sasuke and save him.
“Then I’ll make you,” Sasori’s claim unheard of by Itachi, the poor (unfortunate) uke.
--
Each week, Itachi’s torture is brought by the ravenous Seme...
“Sasori!”
“Mm, yes my love?”
“How the- why the hell are you calling me “my love?” I’m not yours!”
“Yes, you are, you’re my Uke.”
“Since when was I your uk-“
“Will you go out with me?”
Wham. Thud.
“Ow,” Sasori rubbed the back of his head, Itachi having hitting his head with one of Kisame’s unread books. He wondered at this time why Kisame even bought the dictionary if he has yet to use the knowledge.
Every Holiday...
“Itachi, Happy Valentines day,” the red-head handed a giant Valentines Day and red candy roses. He smiled as he watched Itachi look over his present.
“oh, so you got me a Valentines Day gift.”
“Yup, made it myself, and didn’t steal it from Tobi this time.”
“Yea, yeah, that’s good, good...”
Sasori smirked, now proud of himself, maybe he’d get a boyfriend now.
“Sasori?”
“Yes, Itachi?”
“We’re one, criminals in an evil organization and two...Valentines Day was 7 weeks ago!”
“...oh, er” he chuckled nervously to himself, taking the presents slowly, “then just ignore me as I rip out the old hag’s throat for lying and saying its Valentine’s Day.”
--
Sasori had just done it. He had done what to the poor Uchiha you may ask? He has brought Uchiha Itachi to his limits. He had a limited amount of time in which someone was allowed the privilege of stalking this ass, and Kisame had once gone over the limit as Sasori just did now. He set a new high on the record and utterly shocked Itachi and angered him as well.
He couldn’t deal with Sasuke’s snake-filled problem if he had a scorpion tailing him everywhere with the same question. He just wasn’t the type to be able to handle two such deeds at the same time, an anger vain appearing as Sasori interrupted his training, now standing a deadly 3 yards from the weasel. One wrong move and Itachi could merely destroy him at the spot he’s standing.
“Itachi,” oh, that same monotone voice again. Of course, thought the irritated weasel, Sasori going on as if he didn’t see Itachi sharpening his kunai knives. Six weeks of relationship troubles could do such to a man.
“What is it now, Sasori?”
“Will you go out with me?”
That’s it I can’t take this anymore!
“Leave me alone!” the weasel practically growled, Sasori only having a second to blink as Itachi disappeared. Sasori knowing better than to give up followed his spiked chakra signature, grumbling at himself about Itachi’s childishness...He should have spiked his chakra like that. It only made Sasori run faster through the forest brush, worry grown on the fact he had felt some other presences’ lingering in the area a while ago. Enemy or ally was yet to be known by him.
Itachi’s concentration was put on escaping from Sasori, from Sasuke, the Akatsuki...All of his problems for a bit. Even if he could get away from them for a few minutes, he’d be happy. The stresses his in life had only grown since the departure from Konoha, and his clansmen, all mainly piled up on the responsibility of the Akatsuki. He had little time to think to himself.
He winced as a sudden pain succumbed into his head, holding tightly to his forehead, he immediately fell from the height. The ground was painful, bone feeling shattered but he found with an effort to move he was fine. Nothing broken, though he blinked in confusion as his eye sight flashed. It was no secret it was slowly deteriorating from him, but something like this never happened. His eye sight flashed a few times, before it vanished from him, leaving him blind and powerless in the forest. What was worse...
“Come on Satori, there’s no way we’d find some little lost girl in the woods, just...just.”
He wasn’t alone...
“Oh, I’m sure we’ll find someone, actually, wait...isn’t that someone,” the man whistled lowly as him and his comrade slowly approached the stunned Itachi. He couldn’t escape with his eye sight gone, and if he did, he wouldn’t know if there was a cliff side he’d fall over. He was stuck. “The best part is, she looks pretty HOT!”
Uh oh...
With Sasori, he had finally caught up with Itachi. He wasn’t that far to begin with, yet he still had some strange feeling that something was wrong. Continuing on his path he stopped as he found Itachi. His Itachi pinned underneath two stupid men. His poor Uke was gagged, screaming through it struggling (shirtless) as the men tried to take his pants off. They were trying to rape Itachi, keywords, were....
Itachi winced, the men’s grip on his wrists tightening with each pull from his own. He didn’t want this in any shape or form, and sure as hell wouldn’t be an easy target. He glared at the spot where he assumed the man was ass he squeezed his ass, obviously trying to distract him. It was vaguely working.
“Come on sweetie, promise to go slow on you,” he glared at them, wishing he could spit at them. If he could, he would have. With the gag on, he’d be unable to spit, bite or speak. Being a prisoner sucked ass for the poor Uchiha. His blind eyes narrowing as he heard the sound of them unzipping something...oh no, they were taking of their pants. He grimaced, not liking the thought he continued his endless struggle. Failure...he was far from free, closing his eyes as he waited for the worst.
Nothing... Nothing, that was relieving but what was going on? Where was the cruel laughter he had expect- He stopped in mid-thought as his mind registered the screams of pain. Shuddering as he heard a light snap, wondering it that had been bark or indeed human bone that had made the hollow sound. He tilted his head, hands having been already free as the ‘rescuer’ took care of them men, then a soft voice he thought he’d never be happy to hear.
“Itachi-kun, are you ok?” Itachi sighed in relief, his hands looking for support, only to grasp them onto Sasori, hugging the man or puppet. Sasori had stopped the men from even touching him, and he had to thank him. Sasori blinked, confused at the young male’s reaction to him. This Itachi may have been unknown to him, though Itachi was vaguely glad he didn’t start crying. This part of Itachi should have been, inwardly it was crying, but he wouldn’t let the male see him that defenseless and weak.
“I-...I’m fine Sasori, but thank god you found me on time,” Itachi grinned, then blinked, lightly blushing as the older male pecked him on the lips.
“I’m sorry itachi about earlier, I didn’t know why you suddenly ran off then this
happened, just don’t...” the man trailed off a bit and sighed. Itachi blinked, curious.
“Don’t what?”
“Make me worry so much...and also,” the man chuckled, Itachi smiling having missed hearing someone’s laughter. Almost reminded him of his brother’s...he couldn’t resist men like his brother. “You owe me.” Itachi smirked, poking Sasori’s head. Maybe it wasn’t the end of the world for not getting to be with Sasuke.
“I owe you what?” Sasori smirked.
“You owe me a boyfriend, and a love story.” The man smiled at Itachi, hand tilting the uke’s chin up. Their lips met for a brief second, sparks tinkling the younger’s lips. Hunger swept the air, and Sasori’s lips came down over Itachi’s once more, the Uchiha swooning into it. They panted as they stopped for a moment to look each other in the face, Itachi’s hand on the man’s cheek.
“And what a love story it’d be.” The Uchiha’s last words until once again the couple’s lips melded into each other. A Perfect love story, indeed...