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Possession	By : chesierecat Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1565 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimers: I own none of Naruto characters. They
belong rightly to Masashi Kishimoto-sensei. But I claim full ownership of those
characters I made up to be Akatsuki members.

Warning: Yaoi. Incest. Violence. Bondage. Semi-rape.
Some OCs. If you find any of the said materials disturbing, I suggest you leave
this page immediately. You've been warned, so don't flame me about that.

Pairing: Itachi/Sasuke and slight Sasuke/Naruto

Chapter III: Animated Doll

Naruto winced slightly as the poisonous needles were removed
one by one. Tsunade sighed and picked one of them up, examining it carefully. This
is... She then frowned, looking back at the blond teen. "It's gonna
hurt a bit." She said and grabbed an operating knife from the prepared
tray, resting the sharp edge lightly against Naruto's upper arm as if asking
the boy for his permission to slice.

"Do it already." said Naruto. "I'm not that
kind of a kid that easily whines like a little baby. It's just a little cut, isn't
it?"

Godaime smiled. "Mark your words, Naruto." The
sharp silver blade bit in to Naruto's tanned skin slowly as if to make it the
more painful. The Kyuubi vessel gritted his teeth as his blood seeped out along
with the poison. When Tsunade was sure, all the poison was out of Naruto's vein,
she placed her hand on the open wound and began healing it with her chakra.

"Take this." She said, handing Naruto a red pill
and a glass of water when the wound was completely closed. "I can't really
say that you're completely fine now, Naruto. The poison still has its effect. You
should take a rest." She turned and was about to leave when...

"Where's my shuriken hoister?"

"Naruto, I said you should take a rest." Tsunade
whirled back to face the blond boy, a deep frown displaying across her youthful
feature.

"I know but I can't sit here and wait. I must go save
Sasuke!"

"No. You have to stay here." Tsunade said firmly, stepping
to block Naruto's way to the door. "This is an order."

"Are you crazy, old hag!? He might get killed!" yelled
Naruto angrily. "Get out of my way!"

Tsunade took a deep breath and did what she used to do to
the boy when they first met four years ago...

Snap.

With one snap of her fingers, Naruto was sent flying
backward to land on his back on the bed behind, clutching his forehead. "What
the-"

"Listen, Naruto." said Tsunade, her face serious.
"They aren't going to kill Sasuke yet. They're using him as a bait. If you
go, that means going straight into their trap. They've already prepared for it.
They know you're going to go back. Do you understand?"

"But-" Sitting up, Naruto tried to protest.

"No 'but' here, Naruto. We've to wait for an
appropriate time to act. Let me hear from the scouts first. Now you've to rest."
She said and turned her back on him.

"..." Naruto watched her walk toward the door in
silence that didn't suit his usually cheerful personality, his hand curling
tightly into a white knuckled-fist.

"Oh, and don't even think of going alone because..."
Tsunade turned to give him a glance as her hand reached for the doorknob.
"I will know." with that, she left.

"Bullshit!" Naruto cursed, slamming his fist on
the wooden table. Out of the window, he could see two ANBUs guarding the front
door. There were more of them, Naruto knew. He was being watched.

xxxxxxxxxx

Kisame's lips curved up in to a sly grin as he opened the
door and was greeted with a sight of a sleeping raven haired-boy. The light had
been turned on and from where he stood he could see everything clearly. The
white sheet was stained with blood and... From the smell of it, floating over
the entire room and mingling with that of the blood, the shark-like man was
sure it was...semen.

"Did you have fun, Itachi-san?" he voiced, grinning
knowingly at his naked partner, who was lying on his stomach next to their
captive and lazily playing with his brother's silky black locks.

"...Why're you here, Kisame?" Itachi's head shot
up as he narrowed his eyes at his partner.

"Don't be mean. I just want to check how the boy is
doing. But..." Kisame chuckled, eyeing his partner's naked form from head
to toe. "I don't think I am needed for that since you're doing the job
yourself."

The Uchiha prodigy glared. He didn't miss what the shark-like
man was implying. "No one touches my brother but me." He said, his
voice low and dangerous.

"Try talking that to Shiryuu. I think he needs it
better than me." said Kisame.

"..."

"Oh, and there's another thing that I think you might
need to know. There're going to be a big party tomorrow evening and boss wants
everyone of us to attend to it. Do you have any idea what this is all about?"

"...Leave, Kisame." came the monotone voice, in
which a little glimpse of annoyance could be detected.

Wordlessly, Kisame complied.

The Uchiha prodigy frowned. He never liked big parties. To
say it correctly, he hated big parties. Yet he knew exactly what their leader
thought. During all these years Akatsuki had become more than just a small
organization that only searched for power from scrolls and demon. The objective
had changed as their leader tried to gain an influence over the country's
business and politics. That meant contacting people from businessmen to daimyos.
And as their leader wanted, this resulted in wealth and power.

To tell the truth, Itachi didn't care much about all that. He
just did the missions and killed as he was ordered like it used to be four
years before. Yet socializing with non-shinobi people and trying to act like
one of those businessmen really did something to his nerve. It sometimes gave
him the idea of leaving the organization.

Clink.

The silver metals chimed sharply as the lithe form beside
him moved slightly, stirring in his sleep. Those restraints didn't give the boy's
position any comfort.

Well, at least he still had his prize here.

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Sasuke lifted his heavy eyelids slowly. The numbness he had
felt from earlier had faded, replacing with great soreness and a strange
feeling of emptiness. Despite the deep slumber he had just woken up from, he
still felt tired and he had to use one of his hands to support himself just to
sit up. Obsidian eyes then widened slightly when he noticed that the shackles
were all gone saved for the one around his neck--the one he loathed most. He
frowned.

"Feeling any better?" A deep voice rang from his
left and the raven haired-boy turned to glare hatefully at its owner. "No."

"You should know better, bastard." said Sasuke
spitefully, pulling the sheet up to cover his nakedness.

"Stop calling me 'bastard' already." said Itachi, tugging
the other end of the remaining chain to pull his little brother closer. "I'd
prefer it if you call me 'master'." Sasuke squirmed uncomfortably as he
felt his brother's hot breath against the flesh of his ear. He tried to get
away but it was no use as he was drawn into a rough kiss. Their saliva mingled
and dripped down the younger boy's soft lips as Itachi drew back, eyeing him
with amusement. The older Uchiha then leant back and licked the dripping
droplets that were the mixture of the same DNA away while his other hand
tracing the rim of the tarnished sheet.

Sasuke held on to the sheet that covered the lower half of
his body as if it was his last resort in the world, for he feared of what might
happen again the next second. Wasn't he humiliated enough?

Yet his tormentor didn't pull the sheet away. Sasuke's eyes
widened as he was lifted up to sit on Itachi's laps. Blood crept up his face
and made itself known as the faint red tints marring both of his pale cheeks. Even
with the fabric of the sheet, Sasuke could still feel the touch of his brother's
flesh. Hell, am I blushing? He
bit his lips bitterly, feeling like a little boy as one of Itachi's thin hands
rubbed his back soothingly in a circle while the other held him still in place.

"Why are you doing this?" He asked weakly, unable
to hide the blush on his cheeks.

"...You look as if you were going to cry." came
the calm answer.

Liar. Why do you care if I did really cry? "I still think you are a bas-" The
rest of the word was cut off by another kiss, which, compared to those previous
ones, was surprisingly gentle.

You never care when I cried during those years of loneliness,
thinking about what you have done.

As they parted, the younger Uchiha gazed at his brother in
utter silence for a while before he said: "You will be sorry giving me the
antidote." He knew his strength would recover soon and he wasn't going to
give up his chance to kill Itachi.

You never care when I cried being all alone and had no one
to trust.

The older Uchiha didn't look even bit fazed. "You can
try killing me any time you wanted, little brother." he said and pulled
the dirty sheet away. His fingers traced the long trail of blood that had now
dried and caked on the ivory skin.

You're the one starting every pain and sorrow. So why should
I believe what you say?

Black manicured nails dug into the pale skin again, drawing
more blood to the surface.

Why should I believe what you say because I've already known
that you're just doing all this for your own amusement?

Bleeding. Hatred. Lust.

You are a bastard, Itachi. And I hate you.

"I hate you." He felt like a trapped animal, having
no chance to escape but whine pitifully for its captor's mercy...the captor who
enjoyed watching it struggle, appreciating every sign of weakness that the prey
showed. Sasuke didn't want to be like that. He wasn't going to forfeit the game
even though he knew that he had already lost. He was being manipulated like an
animated doll, dancing along the rhythm of Itachi's fingers' movement.

I'll always hate you.

Soft moan finally escaped his lips as Itachi's tongue licked
away the blood, drinking down his throat the same blood of his own like it was
his favorite drinks. It seemed his body automatically reacted to the forbidden
touches even though the effect of the poison had already worn off. And he hated
himself for it.

When the older Uchiha was sure the wound was clean, he stood
up, yanking the boy along with him. Surprise crossed Sasuke's flushed feature
at the sudden unexpected gesture.

As if sensing this Itachi poked him on the forehead with two
fingers and said: "That can wait for later. Now I'm going to bathe you
clean first, my beautiful doll."

TBC

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