Unleashed

He hadn't taken the family fortune with him. Actually, he had never even stopped to think about it. He was well aware that no amount of money would accomplish his ambitions, nor would someone else possessing it make them more difficult.

Nevertheless, Itachi's domain was vast. Akatsuki was generous to its members, with no shortage of pillage coming in due to the assistance of low-class lackeys who were nevertheless very effective. This castle was his own, a place to pretend to sleep the emptiness away and plan his next moves. Of course, he also kept Sasuke here, but that was another story.

It had been the first time in his entire life he had actually feared for it, shoved into the wall by the Kyuubi's far greater strength. Of course, he had known that once released the Kyuubi wouldn't be bothered by iron manacles in the least, and that there was the possibility he would pay for its frustration at being locked away from the joys of living in a body completely controlled by one's own will for so long.

The cloak dropped to the floor, the heavy fabric making an audible 'thwimp' as it contacted the richly-patterned crimson carpet.

It had been a long evening knowing a powerful and still-cranky demon was running loose, a demon he could ultimately do nothing about if it got more pissed off and decided the man who had freed him was somehow also a perpetrator of that irritation. Itachi ignored that thought.

Suddenly, it was very warm.

There was no way it should have been possible. He was one of the most talented shinobi in the history of Konoha, perhaps the most talented. In all the myriad scenarios possible in a world like this, the very idea that anyone could sneak past Itachi's superior senses undetected should have been completely nonexistent.

A lesser man would have jumped out of his skin.

A rumble vibrated the thick air around his right ear, where only candle-flames had whispered before. A low laugh.

"You're better without the cloak." That much was true. It was an adorable tendency, Kyuubi had noticed, for these ninja morons to wear copious amounts of fishnet. Always in some way that showed off their beautiful bodies. In this case, somewhat diffuse black mesh showed off pale skin and a perfectly-toned chest and stomach. His mouth watered. He wouldn't have been picky, but it seemed there was no need.

Itachi winced for the second time that day as the cruel claws dug into his skin through the fishnet, ripping apart a few threads as they pierced his bicep. The 'compliment' left him with no illusions abohat hat the demon had in mind. And despite logic, his twisted psyche responded to the tiny sharp pain in a way that put his body on edge.

He had seen this coming.

Kyuubi chuckled again. "Oh, so this is why you wanted me." A fox-demon's sense of smell was razor sharp, capable of scenting an enemy twenty miles away whether or not the breeze was favorable. He could smell the brooding man's response to his touch as clearly as he could meat roasting in the room next door. He knew that the body he occupied was attractive to many, both male and female. Kyuubi's hunger growled to life, deeper than his stomach, throbbing between the boys muscular thighs.

Roughly, he shoved Itachi back on the bed. The sheets were some froofy luxurious stuff that was the color of evening sky, occasionally illuminated into pale blue by the light of a few candles that burned nearby. They made fire-colored highlights in the long and silky black hair, the eyes that still glowed like black-studded rubies, and the alabaster flesh so milky next to his own.

Vaguely Itachi thought to himself that there was something more than slightly insane about what he was essentially agreeing to. Sex with a demon. Even if it was sex with a demon in the body of a gorgeous boy, there was no telling what would happen. He didn't care, not even when the claws tore through his shirt entirely, leaving deep bloody trails in the skin and muscle of his chest and shoulders as it fell away.

Heat. The same unbelievable heat that had nearly consumed him before, now definitely doing so as the lithe body pressed against his own. The boy had been naked for his torments and Kyuubi had no use for clothes then or now, sliding beneath the top sheet to make Itachi feel his raging hardness pressing against his belly. He didn't resist, had no desire to do so, as the lean hips ground into his.

It was like a rod of molten steel, thick and hot and unbelievably hard.

This would hurt.

Kyuubi's scent was spicy in his nostrils, like the woods on fire or Hell's incense. Lips that were surprisingly soft despite their firmness and rough demanding covered Itachi's mouth, Kyuubi's tongue pressing forcefully in and ravaging the soft insides of his mouth even as the canines sunk into soft flesh, drawing more blood.

It was that savory-sweetness, the elixir of life drawn forcefully from still-young flesh, that made Kyuubi's own desire rage even stronger. Some part of him was vaguely annoyed at the way the previously emotionless pretty boy kissed him back, eagerness and aggression all at once. It took guts. He bit down on Itachi's tongue, not too hard, but hard enough to cause pain.

Suddenly he blazing-hot mouth was on his jaw, nipping, and then across to Itachi's ear. The tickle of warm breath, the soft growl, now almost a purr, reverberating in his consciousness like a thousand earthquakes.

"You're my bitch now. Remember that."

Itachi didn't care about words, might not have bothered to open his mouth to argue. He'd never know either way, because he did open his mouth, but it was to moan as sharp teeth pricked the tender side of his neck and the rough, wet tongue lapped the blood away. The erection throbbed against his own, and he could feel the hot wetness that signaled a loss of control for them both. Not that he cared.

He couldn't care about anything, not with the powerful fingers that had crept between their bodies to wrap around his cock and squeeze, almost brutal in strength. It felt so good, better than any touch he had ever known, alive with hot tingling that burned through his entire body and set every nerve ending aflame with its own star of delight. Itachi's body twitched away from the tiny but intense pain as one nail-tip scraped over the sensitive head, but the pleasure followed quickly, making him thrust against that same heat. Unconsciously he reached out, grasping the thick and powerful shaft even though he couldn't contain it in his own comparatively slim fingers, stroking and reveling in the Kyuubi's growl and teeth against his shoulder.

Abruptly he was shoved back, pressed deeper into the softness of the bed that contrasted so starkly with the hardness against him. The overwhelming grip wrapped around both his wrists, holding him back and helpless as Kyuubi's relentless hips thrust against his own, the beast's teeth piercing the skin of his collarbone now. It was delicious, rambling pleasure that neither could catch, quickly spiraling out of control. The unmistakable scent of male excitement rose from the warmed sheets as golden flesh met ivory, pressed so close together there was no boundary, only liquid eroticism.

The door opened. The sweet grinding was distracting, made Itachi almost believe it was the sun rising very quickly although the room had no windows. But when Kyuubi stilled above him and he could no longer feel the gaze of embers searing into his own eyes squeezed shut with the ecstasy, he knew it wasn't.

More than a little irritation rebounded through him despite the fact that it felt nearly as good holding still as it did moving. Kyuubi was looking over the boy's shoulder at whoever had opened the door and caused the unwelcome intrusion, giving Itachi a view of deeply-defined whisker marks and the sharp teeth that had been scraping his tender flesh moments before. He glanced around the sleekly-muscled body at the dark shape in the doorway.

This was something Sasuke had never quite expected to see. Not after these months (or was it years?) of suffering at his brother's hands for no reason other than to give Itachi the sick pleasure of making him scream with one powerful sensation or another. Usually pain. He had fought through rage and despair to grow stronger, attacking Itachi every chancegot got even though it always failed and led to more brutality and unwanted carnal delight. He heverever seen Itachi take another lover or rape anyone else: it was as though all his considerable libido was focused exclusively on making Sasuke's life Hell.

The exotic eyes, the shape of the face, the long marks. All familiar. The colors had changed, the aura was completely different, more powerful than he had ever sensed it even when anger was the most powerful. Nothing like this no matter how the man he'd known had lost his shit. Sasuke took a step back as he realized that this was no longer Naruto, this wasn't his old comrade here to save him.

There was something familiar about the boy who had interrupted them. Kyuubi knew that, although he couldn't place it entirely. He was about the age of this body he was getting so much enjoyment out of just now, and the eyes and face and clothes all reminded him of someone he had seen many times before, although he was sure it was from the brat's consciousness and not his own. Furthermore, he had elements of the human he was pleasuring himself with now- sleek black hair, although spiky, glowing red eyes, and a similar pretty body.

Itachi's voice broke the stillness. Sasuke could see his eyes glitter in the candelight, and thought he might actually look vaguely annoyed.

"Get the fuck out, Sasuke." Usually if he was in bed when the attack came, he used it to his advantage.

Kyuubi's laugh rumbled through the air. The glittering teeth flashed in the dimness, a crescent of sharp whiteness as he smirked over his shoulder.

"Or you can join us. I got plenty for the both of ya..."

The door shut again, making the candles waver and the space mostly dark again. It was a long moment before Kyuubi spoke once more.

"Don't just stand there, kid."

On some level, Sasuke resented being called 'brat'. On a more meaningful level, he wanted to watch Itachi suffer some of his own humiliations, even if he did enjoy it. Suddenly, Kyuubi reached around to grab him by the front of shirshirt, shoving him down on the bed near Itachi's shoulders. His toothy grin was trulckedcked now as he took in the sight of the younger and arguably prettier Uchiha.

"You don't get to just watch."

Sasuke looked into the fire-colored eyes. There was no trace of blue, no hint of the Naruto he'd known for so long. He wouldn't be treated with any more gentleness than Itachi would give him, and it was too late to get out now- he could tell that from the oppressive heat of the Kyuubi's intent as he devoured Sasuke with his gaze. More importantly, it set off something within him, something that had somehow laid dormant no matter how much agony he suffered at Itachi's hands. A sharp pain began in his neck, making him wince and clutch at the inflamed black mark there.

The Cursed Seal? Why now?

The Kyuubi watched with interest as the boy's form and chakra changed, seemingly responding to the power emitted by the brat's newly broken seal. He could sense the tingling pain like a thousand spider bites that made the boy twitch and shudder as the black pattern appeared on his skin, curving licks of dark flame stark on the pale skin of his right cheek and neck.

Intolerable pain, same as always. Sasuke would have given his right arm to know where it came from, what the fuck always set the thing off, even as the torrent of agony threatened to break him in half or at least make him throw up. He muffled a cry, leaning forward, trying to escape from it inside himself, somehow. Behind his closed eyelids, he saw violet.

It disappeared, but he knew it wasn't the same as if the Cursed Seal had receded and left him in peace. Sasuke opened his eyes, looked down at his hand. Black swirls marring his skin. Itachi staring up at hith ith his usual sort of detached interest, the same as every time the position was reversed and he was about to do something awful.

Evil tingled through Sasuke, making bits of heat in his muscles and nerves. He couldn't know if it was the seal or his own hatred, but it took root and grew.

He wasn't psychic, but it wasn't hard for Kyuubi to guess the boy's thoughts from the look in his eyes, the shift in his mood. He guessed that whatever blood was between Itachi and the other was very bad indeed.

Well, he had made the invitation...

He laughed softly, raising himself up to lean over and kiss Sasuke. There was again something familiar, a vague feeling of "been here before" as he caressed the velvety-soft lips with his own, tasting the surprise and fear. It felt right, almost too right for him to comprehend, but Kyuubi ignored it.

In all his eternity in Hell, whether or not it truly kept up forever, Sasuke had never thought of the possibility of this. The mouth was gentle, almost tender, something Itachi had never been even at his most insipid. For a brief moment he wondered if the Kyuubi might be remembering something of what Naruto had known and maybe felt. Either way, he was unable to resist melting into the warm kiss that held none of the brutality lingering just below the surface in Itachi, waiting to pounce and make him wish for death yet again.

The boy's lips were yielding, delicious. It took much of Kyuubi's concentration to pull away even though he knew he should find the slim masculine beauty well within his reach more compelling. He reached down, scraping his sharp-tipped fingers through the cascade of raven hair and gripping it painfully. Itachi gasped, not at the stinging but at the renewed sensation of the hard shaft pressing against his own as Kyuubi moved to look him in the eyes. Just as suddenly he was being lifted, tossed onto his stomach, vulnerable and delightfully exposed to ravenous eyes.

Sasuke watched the scene with barely-controlled excitement lurking behind the fearsome façade of the Cursed Seal. This, he knew, was the chance to visit his older brother's cruelty and derision right back on him, maybe even to finally finish Itachi off. Some rational part of his brain reminded him that it might make him a much worse enemy in the Kyuubi, but he didn't care right then. Instead he reached over and into the nightstand for the clear bottle that he had come to dread the sight of despite the fact that it made his regular ordeal somewhat less horrific. Kyuubi accepted the proffered lube, saying nothing.

"You little bitch..." Itachi didn't exactly mind, as he had been expecting this anyway. But Sasuke's smirk was ingratiating, impudent, the hatred in his eyes as apparent as ever. More importantly, he seemed to realize that Itachi was essentially helpless.

Something wet and cool yet warm beneath parting his asscheeks made Itachi arch his back. The Kyuubi made no pretenses, felt no shame about fucking him right here in front of his teammate and his lover's little brother. Distantly Itachi wondered if Sasuke would enjoy it, immediately knew the answer was yes just because it would hurt.

It had been a long time since he had done this, let someone else touch him so intimately. Even just one finger was like a hot poker, a burning brand, and drew a whimper from his lips. The black hair spilled over the creamy bareness of his back as he twisted around, trying to escape and get more of the pleasure-pain all at once. The deep voice electrified his ears.

"You want more?" Despite the intonation, it was more of a statement than a question. Kyuubi could tell that he did, could taste the kid's excitement at the prospect of Itachi's pain just as clearly. Watching the boy's eyes, grinning, he probed the tip of his cock against the still-tight opening, enjoying the way Itachi shuddered in trepidation and desire.

From the lightness in his head and the heaviness in his crotch, Sasuke knew he was hard. Rock-hard, in practically no time at all. It was unbelievably erotic for him to see Itachi cringe in anticipation of the pain of being penetrated by the substantial shaft pressing into his ass even now, and Sasuke didn't want to miss out on any of it. As though reading his mind, Kyuubi tightened his fingers in Itachi's hair and pulled his head up.

This was the closest Kyuubi had come to truly mean so far. The pinching grip made Itachi want to pull away, but he couldn't. He was helpless as he'd known he ultimately would be, left wondering why he'd let himself get into this even if his consent would have meant nothing. Lips that were too full and sensual, a mouth that was too mockingly gentle to be Kyuubi's, landed on his own. Itachi opened his eyes.

Sasuke was kissing him, dark lashes touching his cheeks and blending with the edges of the Cursed Seal that covered the right side of his face and glowed faintly with wicked power. As ridiculous as it was, and he knew it was, Itachi tried to pull away. This was different, not the same as the pleasure he took from dominating Sasuke with his mouth...in fact, this was the reverse, and wrong somehow...but Kyuubi held him there rigidly.

Abruptly, he moaned into Sasuke's mouth. The hardness was pressing in deeper, pushing past the tight ring of his ass and stretching him, inexorably making him feel small and weak and on fire all at once. The hard chest and belly burned into his backside, claws digging into his skin and muscle even as his own black-lacquered nails clenched in the twilight-blue sheets. He gasped, earning him Sasuke's teeth in his lower lip.

"How does it feel?" The voice was dark, amused, definitely not Kyuubi's. He wanted to sit up and slap the brat, the little bitch who dared overstep his authority this way, but Itachi couldn't deny the delicious wicked pleasure of the oft-abused mouth on his own as he was slowly penetrated from behind, the demon's irresistible strength holding him in place. Itachi's eyes squeezed shut and a whimper escaped him as he felt himself filled fully by the hardness, delicious but more than a little painful. Sasuke's hand snaked under him, cruelly twisting a small nipple even as Kyuubi withdrew and shoved himself back in with a purring grunt of pleasure.

It was all so below his dignity, or so Itachi tried tol hil himself as the Kyuubi fucked him, slowly but brutally, each hard thrust making him cry out with the tearingly full sensation. At the same time Sasuke took his revenge, over and over, plundering the mouth of his tormentor with his tongue, whispering obscenities about who was really weak right then, digging his short nails into Itachi's skin to cause him as much pain as possible.

For Kyuubi everything was tight, as, bs, but nothing had ever been this delicious: the lithe body pressing back against him and shuddering away at the same time, the boy tormenting the simpering bitch below him with cruel whispered words and his teeth and tongue. Itachi was hot and tight wrapped around his cock, gripping him with each stroke. The icy exterior that had been blasé even as Kyuubi had held his life in his hands earlier was gone now, replaced by quivering desire and utter submission.

Nineteen long years locked in this... ...

It snuck up so suddenly on him that Kyuubi didn't recognize it until it was almost too late, very nearly missed the full delicious experience. He pushed in, gripping down onto the tight, pale, sweetly rounded ass and knew there'd be marks tomorrow, didn't care. He came like he'd never come before, came with a snarl and what felt like a liter of white-hot thick stickiness.

Itachi whimpered against Sasuke's ungiving lips as he felt the boiling rush fill him, spurting so deeply into him it seemedsearsear his insides. He could feel it seeping out already although Kyuubi's cock was still shoved all the way in, though he was still being held rigidly in place. The purring growl of Kyuubi's climax echoed in his ears, followed by a softer cry he knew was his own even though he could feel nothing but the stretching, the fullness, the pain and ecstasy all in one. He was still so hard himself, unsatisfied despite the steel heat splitting him apart and completing him at once.

Sasuke pulled back, strands of the same sleek hair hanging in his eyes, watching the pain and pleasure and frustration in Itachi's usually expressionless eyes, savoring the suffering. It was the least he deserved, and he smirked again as the Kyuubi pulled out, leaving Itachi there.

Just as suddenly as he'd wound up on his stomach earlier, Itachi found himself on his back again, both pairs of wicked red eyes, similar in color yet very different, wing ing him. Then he felt the crushingly strong fingers wrapping around his still-engorged shaft, massaging, making him moan and press back against them. Kyuubi smiled although Itachi saw it only through slitted eyes, consumed by the languorous pleasure made more intense as the claws drew over his stomach and abdomen in a slow, tearing stroke that made thin lines of scarlet.

Something brushed over his hair, nudged against his cheek. Pressed his lips. Hard yet smooth, a slight bitter saltiness in his mouth. Itachi knew the unique scent of that arousal, had called it forward so many times, had smelled and tasted even as the trembling voice pleaded for him to stop.

Kyuubi laughed. "You'd better do it if you want to come, weasel."

He was betauntaunted all-around now, something which pissed Itachi off vaguely. But the fingers stroking his cock with tormenting slowness weren't something he wanted to argue with, not when he desperately needed release of his own. He flicked his tongue out over the tip of the swollen shaft against his lips, making Sasuke moan and press his hips closer.

Regardless of Itachi's motivation for doing it, this was something completely new- the skilled fingers truly touching him to bring pleasure rather than just release tainted with mocking and cruelty. The faintly shining black nails were stark against his skin as Itachi cupped him in his palm, teasing the base and ultra-sensitive underside even as Sasuke forced himself in more, delighting in the control. He would have never expected Itachi to be so cooperative, not even with the threat of no orgasm lurking in the background, Kyuubi's surprisingly controlled strokes making him moan with pleasant vibrations around Sasuke's cock. He speared his fingers into the loose hair, gripping him tightly and pressing Itachi's mouth down further.

Even forcing him, it was too good, almost more than he wanted to admit to, the clever tongue dancing over him and finding every sweet spot, purring low in his throat as Kyuubi's warm fingers pleasured him with intense calculation. Itachi moaned in protest as they suddenly stopped, the sensation making Sasuke gasp and dig his fingers into his scalp.

"You're the bitch here. He comes first."

"What the f---" Itachi was ready to argue, fully prepared to do so, until the fingers went from playing with him to wrapped around his neck and squeezing very tightly.

"I said...you're the bitch here. The boy comes first, and then I might let you get off." The Kyuubi's voice was an amused half-purr as he watched Itachi gag over the cock halfway down his throat even as the come still leaked from him and onto the expensive bedding. He had faced many human opponents in his long time in this world, seen the way their extensive pride rarely outlasted their more visceral desires. Like this here and now, the hardness eagerly pushing into his fingers, the tense and beautiful body silently begging for release even as Itachi acted as though this were all below him. He needed it too much and Kyuubi knew it from the start, how to use it against him.

Sasuke had intended to turn the tables, have a little fun at Itachi's expense despite the knowledge he'd pay deeply and many times over for it later. He hadn't expected the Kyuubi to take his side or for Itachi to cooperate, had never expected anything like the sweet pull of this warm and wet mouth on his cock, tongue teasing him in a way he'd never imagined possible. He wondered for a moment what Itachi really thought of it, if he might actually be enjoying it, but couldn't care for too long.

Taking intense pleasure in the choking sound his cruel older brother made, Sasuke pushed himself deep in and came. He knew all about the taste, the feeling of suffocation, wanted Itachi to feel it just as many times as he had but would settle for this. Kyuubi chuckled with delight, speeding up the motion of his hand.

"Swallow it, asshole, unless you want to finish yourself off." Glowering at them both, Itachi gagged down the thick liquid, unable to maintain the death glare as the Kyuubi's impossibly sensitive fingers brought him dangerously close to the edge and then stopped. A light chuckle.

"Lick it clean." Sasuke groaned softly at the senon, on, the tongue he had grown to hate now giving him such intense pleasure it almost hurt, creating new waves of tingling ecstasy even as the aftershocks of his first truly desired orgasm gripped him. When he could take no more he pulled away, bending down to kiss Itachi once more, and yet hating him as much as ever.

Kyuubi had to grudgingly admit that this austere creature who had freed him was good for something more beyond that and his tight ass. Watching the crimson eyes drowning in sleepy desire, twitching into his grip, he stroked him still faster.

Itachi whimpered into Sasuke's mouth, and then cried out as the pain of Sasuke's teeth and intense shattering pleasure of his orgasm came simultaneously, the hot grip almost unbearably tight around his cock. He was losing himself here in ways he had never imagined regardless of who he was with and how, losing face and giving up his dignity and he didn't caHis His hips arched off the bed, still desperately pressing against the touch that had caused it all, needing more and getting it there at the end as Kyuubi's grasp milked him of every last drop.

He lay back panting, cheeks flushed, nude and tangled in the sheets, devoid of the magnanimity he had always worn like a costume generated from the inside. Itachi opened his eyes to see Kyuubi lazily licking his fingers clean for a moment before the eyes met his, and the wicked smile flashed in the dimness. A fingertip reached out, sliding the sticky wetness across Itachi's lips.

There were two mouths on his own then, kissing him, tasting his essence and taking in his small gasps and moans of after-pleasure, plundering his mouth with rough tongues. The fingers still stroked him even though it was too stimulating in the wake of his climax, making Itachi buck against them. Sasuke's gaze met his own, the perpetual loathing mixed with amusement and something that could almost be pity now. The words were whispered into his mouth.

"You're pathetic, aniki." Sasuke's words were harsh, and he meant them, but the satisfaction he had gotten from the experience of helping Kyuubi humiliate his brother was more important. He had lived for t som something like this. Maybe it was simply as close as he'd ever get to his dream. Giving Itachi one more brutal kiss, Sasuke left him there with the deadly demon-fox.

There was silence for a while, broken only by Itachi's desperate attempts to breathe properly after the sweet pleasure and utter humiliation. Finally, Kyuubi's voice rang out in the dark stillness, tinged by amusement despite its low growl.

"Was it everything you hoped for?"