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Demons Have the Most Fun: A Cautionary Tale	By : DevilnBlue Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3818 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Demons Have The Most Fun: A Cautionary Tale

You hold me without touch./

You keep me without chains./

I never wanted anything so much than to drown in your love and not feel your rain.

~Gravity by Sara Bareilles

//Recap//

“Yes, I guess to imagine that, you’d have to imagine one of your own slaughtering the whole family to even come close to Iruka’s level. And I hear this isn’t the first time he lost his loved ones,” Kisame mused aloud in agreement, patting her hand in reassurance even as he gauged his master’s reaction. He could see so clearly that Itachi had now found a rival worthy of himself to defeat and he himself had to admit that he wouldn’t mind going up against Iruka’s Kakashi.

Just as each individual was inclined to lose themselves in their own personal thoughts about the events that had recently unfolded and the information that they just learned they all stiffened at a sudden noise. A piercing scream that suddenly seemed to be coming from the baby monitor and another part of the house, alerting them all that Sasuke was in serious trouble.

Chapter Two: Never Share a Bond with a Demon

The night didn’t start off as a scream as Sasuke luxuriated in the memory of his alluring demon. The child curled a bit on himself as if trying to capture that burning heat he felt when those fingers caressed his cheek and those fanged teeth nipped teasingly at his skin so that he begged for more. It unleashed a need deep inside of him that his young mind couldn’t quite grasp. A fleet of butterflies knocked around in his tummy as his cheeks warmed at the memory and his arms prickled with goose bumps of excitement.

Long, dark lashes fluttered against his high cheekbones as he concentrated on capturing the essence of his Naruto. His delicate brows were scrunched together in concern when he didn’t immediately feel hard, unforgiving flesh against his soft skin. There was nothing to meld against, he suddenly realized, as he blindly searched in the darkness and called out his demon’s name.

“Naruto... Naruto please come here, I’m cold.” Sasuke pleaded softly with the demon that was just out of sight. His eyes tried to flutter open to look into warm ochre pools that seemed to hold a coveted secret but each attempt he tried was met with Naruto’s words from before.

‘Close your eyes little one… just sleep…’

It echoed in his head, dragging him further down into slumber. He drowned in the weariness that crashed down over him; it pulled down on his tired limbs, dragging him down until he was once again walking in darkness.

His cheeks burned with a combination of embarrassment, frustration and naive anticipation at the thought that his Guardian was looking at his helpless form right now in the waking world searching for the fiend. He could picture the blonde leaning against his bedroom’s dresser or in some shadowy corner. He would look down at him coolly, his lips twitched slightly up in the barest sign of amusement.

Arms would be crossed over that bare tan chest of his and Naruto would drink in the look of utter confusion, helpless despair and frustration that would play across his young master’s features. He would probably luxuriate in it longer just to hear the young Uchiha plea for his nearness before consenting with a dark, rich chuckle that would crash over him in a warm, velvety tidal wave.

‘Tears... he likes to see me cry.’ Sasuke thought frantically, as he fought in vain to get back to the waking world where his Naruto was. He nearly buried his heated face against his bed sheets in his embarrassment and frustration. His bottom lip held captive between his teeth at the memory of how Naruto complimented him on his tears of frustration. The blonde demon had called them ‘pretty tears’ as he pushed the child to his breaking point.

Sasuke wanted that now… to be pushed pass thoughts of caring how he looked to anyone else but Naruto. The blonde was the only person that mattered to him right now. His whole world hinged on him.

Tears began to leak from between his lashes at the thought of pleasing his Naruto. He wanted to show him how weak and pitiful he was when his skin was deprived of his caresses and playful nips. A mew of helpless need came from deep within his throat at how his body craved to be closer, always closer. The small Uchiha couldn’t describe this all-consuming feeling to be consumed by someone or something greater than himself but he felt it.

He was dizzy with this burning want that gnawed at his stomach and heart. It was such an intense feeling that he didn't know what to do with it except give in. It hurt so much, ‘this need’ that his breath was coming out in hot, little pants.

‘It hurts, it hurts, it hurts. I need… I want… please… Naruto, please...’ The whirlwind of thoughts were now on constant loop. Sasuke arched his back beautifully for the invisible Naruto, licking petal soft lips even as he exposed his neck for the taking like some wanton sacrifice when he was stabbed with such shock and panic that the only way he could eclipse it was with the sound of his own scream.

INSIDE THE DREAM

Sasuke could only vaguely remember sinking back into the murky depths of sleep again when he saw a taut red string that was barely visible in the inky black abyss. He touched it because he had this unerring feeling that it would lead him to his demon and suddenly he found himself in front of Naruto. It was as if someone had managed to suck his soul out through a little straw and spit him out on the other side, into the school’s dungeon. The small Uchiha would have pushed away the feeling of disorientation and nausea for the most part except there was blood. There was so much blood that it laid splattered out in little, miniature pools at his feet and it all belonged to Naruto.

Naruto was hurting. Naruto was hurting and in pain and all he could do was open his mouth and scream as he was brought back to the cusp of waking. He wanted to sink back in. He wanted to dive back into his dream world to save his demon because it seemed less like a dream and more like ugly reality as he finally managed to find the red string again. He grasped it tightly in his little fist, realizing that in his shock he had let it go, which in turn took him away from his Guardian. But now he was back again and the blonde was still in trouble. Naruto was covered in his own blood and sweat; stretched out like some faux messiah for another bite of the whip.

The summoning circle was no longer there, probably cleaned up by one of the school’s custodians. The torches were still blazing as best as they could in the cold dungeon and there his fiend stood in the middle of it all. His arms outstretched, blood dribbling and branching out in little crimson rivulets from his wrists where the iron fetters bit too harshly into his flesh as he struggled to free himself.

Sasuke’s world seemed to tilt completely on its axis at the snap of the whip, his hand convulsing around the red string even as he instinctively flinched. He saw it all. A flash of teeth, a hiss of pain followed by a warning growl as some strange brunette woman in a trench coat chortled in the background at his demon’s stubbornness and it hurt him. It hurt him to see this and not be able to do anything about it but tremble in a corner.

The small Uchiha had a feeling that the participants in the room couldn’t see him standing there a little to the side. If he reached out and tried to touch one of his demon’s tormentors he was pretty sure his hand would go right through them. But his cowardly heart, which thumped madly in his ears, was afraid to draw attention to himself even as another crimson ‘X’ was added to golden flesh, branding his Naruto further.

“Kyuubi tell us what we want and my Guardian Ibiki will stop,” soothed the only female occupant in the room. She appeared to be like a villain or extra from the Matrix movie the way she oozed sex, danger and confidence. The strange, voluptuous woman couldn’t hide her curves under the short, chic trench coat; especially when she had a leather belt cinch so tightly around her waist that some might doubt she was wearing anything under it except maybe those killer black bitch boots that gave her the extra height and needed leverage.

The young woman who seemed to be in control of this impromptu torture session appeared to be in her early twenties; purple highlights were barely seen against her updo of dark chocolate hair in the flickering light of the candlelit room. Her irises were lavender grey and flashed with such cruel amusement at the golden haired demon’s obvious pain that it made the poor child shiver from head to toe. She seemed to anticipate each stinging blow and lick her mauve painted lips in appreciation as the blood continued to flow down sinewy muscles and hard planes.

Her demon barely sweated as he continuously cracked the whip against the chained demon with such precise strokes. The weapon of choice cracked open tender flesh as if the metal bits of the whip were biting into a juicy apple that exploded with flavor. The wielder, Ibiki, was a tall, intimidating brute with all sharp angles. His head had slight dents and bumps here in there as if he was molded out of putty by unskilled hands while two slicing scars further marred his intense features.

Ibiki’s mouth seemed to be scraped out with a jack knife, the way the excess flesh seem to gather at one corner of his mouth, dragging that end down as if by a buildup of clay. But that held nothing on the raised, little crisscrossing scars on top of his bald, pockmarked head that only made the golden eyed demon wonder what the hell did his crazy ass Mistress do to him.

Naruto let out a bark of laughter as if he could honestly somehow find amusement in the situation he was placed in. He knew what she said was absurd and he decided to say so for the last time. “I don’t remember anything. I’ve been ‘named’ remember?” he snapped out, blood dribbling down his lips. (1) “But even if I knew I wouldn’t tell a crazy, psycho bitch like you. I’d rather die and drag your sorry ass carcass to hell with me!” He growled out with such force that the torches’ light flickered for a moment before he spat out a bloody gob onto the dungeon’s floor.

“You know… I was really hoping you wouldn’t say that,” drawled out the sensual female voice before continuing with a cruel twist of her lips. “Maybe I should beat it out of your flesh some more.” Her words were thoughtful as she stepped around the gob of blood at her feet to sashay her way closer to him. Her painted black nails ran up his sides, gathering up the warm slippery red liquid before she teasingly circled a dusky brown nipple while debating whether to lick up a bit of blood off the demon’s cheek before Naruto made a move to bite a chunk out of her.

“Awww, don’t be that way. I think you’re kind of sexy and edible all covered up in blood and sweat, trembling with pint up rage and gnashing teeth. It makes me just want to rape you. But… if you rather feel the caress of the whip instead of the caress of my tongue and fingers then… Ibiki whip him until he begs for me to stop. I want to see him crack and beg for my forgiveness and maybe… just maybe I’ll think about it,” she cooed, licking up the blood she had captured up on her fingertips.

“With pleasure Mistress Anko,” Ibiki agreed with a knowing smirk, raising his whip high again.

IN THE OUTSIDE WORLD, SASUKE’S ROOM

Another scream of frustration and despair was crawling out of Sasuke’s mouth and ripping past his lips as the sound of thundering feet reached his bedroom door. Undeterred by the door slamming open, the small frame of the frightened boy arched, hips lifting off the bed as if the scream was literally raking up his lungs and trying to force its way out of his body with it. Hands quickly pushed down at his shoulders, trying to keep him down in bed even as his mother’s worried voice tried to shush and reassure her son.

“Sasuke... Sasuke sweetie it’s me. It’s your mother. Sweetie… Please open your eyes. It’s okay it’s just a dream,” cooed out Mikoto, kissing her son’s sweaty brow before taking his hand. She settled on the side of the bed, lips never leaving his forehead as she whispered reassurance after reassurance over him before accentuating it with yet another kiss.

But he couldn’t hear them. He wouldn’t open his eyes as he cried out for the one person he couldn’t touch. His legs felt like lead as hot tears rolled down his cheeks. Tears that he had shed earlier for his Naruto came so much more easily now as he watched them torture his demon.

He wanted… he needed. Sasuke’s body still craved for the blonde fiend like his lungs craved air. He wanted to feel the caress of fangs teasing him, making him mew out for more before they sank in. Sasuke wanted that feeling of euphoria and wholeness that only Naruto could bring in just the short time of knowing the blonde and they were hurting him… touching him. They were desecrating what was rightfully his; carving up the Uchiha’s aching heart even as they tore away at that golden skin that felt so warm and inviting against his flushed cheeks.

‘Stop… Stop… please…’

‘I want… I need…’

‘Stop… you are hurting him… Please…’

‘I want to feel his skin… his breath… to feel his fangs against…’

“STOP HURTING HIM! HE’S MINE! HE’S MINE!!! I BROUGHT HIM HERE SO… SO PLEASE!!!” Sasuke let out a screeching wail of desperation as he clawed at something he couldn’t get to. He could feel his mother trying to hold him down, trying to draw her hurting son into her arms. He could feel it and he fought all the harder because that wasn’t what he wanted. He wanted Naruto, needed to know he was okay and felt like he would simply explode if he couldn’t feel some sort of reassurance from his demon.

Itachi saw his precious Otouto struggle against their beloved mother, crying freely and the eldest had this burning need to protect him. The older Uchiha brother wanted to cradle Sasuke in his arms and tell him that everything would be okay. He wanted to crawl right in bed with him and coax him to open up his eyes to show him that it was only a dream. But it seemed that the way Sasuke was fighting, it had to be more than that.

The keening wail for ‘Naruto’ stabbed at him sharper than any weapon or betrayal could. Itachi had started to walk confidently towards Sasuke, expecting to hear his brother cry for him at any moment when he heard that other man’s name on his lips. It was Itachi that his Otouto ran to when he had nightmares. (2) It was his body that he sought out in the darkness to comfort his troubled mind but this foreign name, the same name that his Otouto had picked out for his demon with such care, was the name that fell with such desperation from his lips.

‘He did this to him. Kyuubi, he…’ Itachi thought darkly as he moved to sit on the other side of Sasuke. He fought pass his feelings of jealousy and rage at the demon that wasn’t even there to slowly coax his mother to let him hold his brother. Gently he brushed sweaty, inky locks from his brother’s forehead. He made soft shushing sounds and pushed his Otouto’s hands down as the boy reached once more for something he obviously couldn’t see.

“Bad dreams, bad dreams go away. Good dreams, good dreams here to stay.” Itachi whispered those words into the shell of his little brother’s ear three times as if it they were some sacred chant. His one free hand that wasn’t cradling the child’s form moved in a small circle around the child’s chest and abdomen as if part of the ritual. (3) The Uchiha always said these words when his brother came to him after a nightmare and it seemed that it really reassured him as it was doing right now.

He could feel Sasuke sagging against him after the third time he said it. The eldest kissed the sleeping one’s sweaty brow before looking into the concerned eyes of his mother. “It’s Kyuubi, or whatever his name is that has Sasuke acting like this. I don’t know what he has done but—” Itachi began in an angry, hushed tone even as he unconsciously rubbed circle’s against his brother’s back now. His fingers, however, suddenly stiffened at the next words that broke from the air.

“My name is Naruto, not Kyuubi. And I haven’t done anything… yet.”

The voice, so much like Sasuke’s but not, interrupted whatever Mikoto Uchiha was about to say. It was thicker, richer with a scratchy, growly undertone that made all three occupants shiver as one as they peered down in wonder at the now awaken child only to recoil at the flash of honey-yellow wrapped inside a thin red band. The irises stared up at them from Sasuke’s tear streaked face but they weren’t the stormy gray that they were used to seeing. More like they reminded them of the hatred-filled eyes of Sasuke’s demon that they had been all but been certain was locked in the school’s dungeon.

Itachi drew away from his brother as if burned as he watched as something dark fluttered and spread across his Otouto’s right cheek in inky black tendrils. (4) The source stemmed from three tomoe marks encircled in a delicate intricate line on his neck that seemed to glow a molten reddish-orange; the inky leaves that unfurled from the source quickly crawled down the creamy white expanse of the adolescent’s right arm to his hand as well as a bit pass the bridge of his nose. The child seemed unfazed by the moving ink, looks of horror, and unceremonious unseating from his Aniki’s lap.

Instead the man-child recovered fairly quickly to lay his small, nine year old body against the pillows behind him like he was an imperious, little prince. A crooked, little smile splayed across pale, petal soft lips as if genuinely amused by their cautious looks. The small Uchiha rested small hands on his chest as he absorbed the mother, brother and demon’s reaction, savoring it. Naruto had grown tired of Sasuke’s older brother simpering over a lost cost so the evil fiend deemed it necessary to let his presence be known to all.

A FEW MINUTES BEFORE, BACK AT THE SCHOOL

Rip, rend, devour, and destroy…

Naruto would first tie his two tormentors up like squealing pigs for the slaughter. He’d let them dangle by their wrists a few inches from the ground on meat hooks letting the weight of their own bodies plus the added weight of dead meat and gravity drag at their arms and legs. The fiend would leave them in that position for maybe a day or more until a shoulder or two dislocated, and then he’d skin them alive. He’d start at their navel and slice upward, watching the gaping red line grow as the innards threaten to spill out. The demon would savor it, their screams, as he stopped long enough so that that one captive wouldn’t pass out as he moved to the other one.

Naruto would make sure that the two would face each other so that they would see how the other was slowly gutted in front of their companion. He would make sure they felt no pleasure in the pain he would ruthlessly give them. They would cry until there were no more tears to shed, scream until their voices became soundless hissing sounds as their throats seized up. And only when he had broken them thoroughly, had reduced them to gibbering heaps of flesh with the same whip that they used on him, he would become their kindhearted angel of death and devour their souls.

The demon embraced such murderous thoughts and licked his bloody, bruised lips as he tried to hold back another hiss of pain. His clawed fingers instinctively flexed at the red, wetness that he would soon feel against them as he carefully channeled the spiritual energy needed for his escape.

Grind, crunch, twist, and bend…

They were pathetic… humans. They wanted him to forget the past sins of his former masters and yet they wanted him to recall something that was no longer in his powers to recall. Humans were nothing but simpering, spineless meat puppets that were born wanting and needing. They grasped for power wherever they could find it and to them his kind were nothing more than a means to an end.

Naruto might not have remembered much about his past lives but the cruelty he felt radiating from the demon and his mistress was nothing more than another day in paradise to him. It reeked of déjà vu and cruel familiarity as he gritted his teeth against the fiery bite of the cat o’nine tails whip digging into his flesh. He wondered vaguely to himself how many times did his mouth gap open against screams that nearly raped his throat as it tried to force its way out? How many times did he have to smile and bear it; allow another master or mistress to break him as if he were some unruly horse that wasn’t yet used to the bit?

His beauty was marred because of them; flawed by the testaments of pale scars that littered his taut, golden frame. He could have easily erased such ugly trivialities but he was masochistic enough that he wanted to remember each hurtful, pointless marking. Naruto wanted to wake up from every reincarnation knowing that this human would most likely be like the rest even if he couldn’t remember anything else. There was no hope… no respite… just this endless loop of pain, endurance and tolerance.

Sure, the ochre-eyed demon could easily squish his human masters like the despicable insects that they probably were but the contract that bound him, was a constant noose around his neck. It pulled tighter, cutting off his air if he misbehaved too much, making him feel lightheaded and disoriented. He felt like a dog on a short leash or rather less than a dog because at least humans thought of those filthy mongrels as man’s best friend. But to them demons were despicable creatures that knew nothing about suffering and pain, hunger and lost. Demons were only servants and lovers, playthings and bodyguards that were used to further their career goals while protecting their sorry hides.

‘Oh and scapegoats… I can’t forget we are scapegoats too,’ the blonde thought biting back a cruel twist of his lips.

BACK TO THE PRESENT, SASUKE’S ROOM

Naruto had no home. No family, no friends to miss and care for him. He had nothing that truly belonged to him but the boy he had bitten. The demon had marked him almost as a last ditch effort to own something that no one could take away from and he’d be damned if they would now. So that was why he was here now in Sasuke’s body, laying on the boy’s bed, staring at the Uchiha’s family with a look of amusement bordering on contempt.

The blonde demon had seen his panicked owner through the cloud of pain that washed over him at the school. He could feel his body respond to the closeness even though he knew that Sasuke’s real body was somewhere else. But it was clear that the boy’s need for him was so strong that his soul had left his body to go searching for the fiend. As weird as that sounded it was touching to the coldhearted, bloodthirsty demon to see the desperate need that Sasuke had to want to take Naruto from the pain. It proved just the incentive he needed to possess the child for just a little while.

“Wh… what are you? Wh… who are you?” Itachi stuttered out then grimaced when he realized he didn’t sound as emotionally stunted, as he should sound. He quickly blamed his frayed nerves on the eerie feeling of watching his brother look down at him with such loathing, even if it was with someone else’s eyes.

“I’m someone you fear. Someone you hate but also… also someone your precious Otouto wants to please very much. And I am pleased by his utter devotion to me,” purred out the voice as he toyed with the corner of a pillow. “You see… Sasuke was gracious enough to let me take over his body for a while. It was really sweet of him to—” the fiend began before he was interrupted.

“Sasuke would never, ever willingly consent to something like this. He might be too young to see what a dangerous monster you are but—”

Naruto began to outright cackle, forcing the little child’s head back as the eerie laugh trickled down from pale lips. It left the three with the feeling of an invisible maelstrom of glass shards whipping around the room and striking them in random directions as they watched their Sasuke chuckle so darkly. “Monster?” he shook his adorable, dark head in bemusement.

“You have to be kidding me, you stupid, little, meat puppet because… you see…” the fiend drawled out as he shifted up some and brushed his sweaty bangs from his forehead, “The only monsters that I see right now are staring right back at me.” He murmured this before laughing at the foolish human’s dumbstruck look while shrugging small, bony shoulders.

“You beat, rape, and break us like we are incapable of human emotions. You take away our names… our pasts and our identities but we can feel… so many things we can feel it all. Love… hate… pain…” He ticked off each feeling even as he ran blunt nails across a pale, flat torso, leaving five wet, scarlet lines in its wake.

“Oh yes, if I am a monster, it’s only the monster that you make me out to be,” he chortled looking at the glistening, crimson digits critically. He looked at their horror through lowered lids, lips twitching upward in another hard, cruel smile. “But that… unfortunately is beside the point. It’s not about me, not really anyway. It’s about him and the reason your precious Otouto… your darling son is screaming his adorable little head off isn’t because of me but because of want and fear for me.

“You see while you kind folks were probably sitting around the kitchen table sipping expensive teas and chatting amiably about pointless events, I was in pain,” he shrugged nonchalantly as if it was no real big deal. “Not just because I’m being whipped mercilessly, mind you, for a crime I don’t even remember if I’ve committed or not; by, may I add, some deranged woman and her bootlicking demon in that cold dungeon you stuck me in. But because I’m being tortured and Sa-su-ke-kun can see it all. We are bonded and you took him away from me so he sought me out. You poor… pathetic… humans… (5)

“Do you really think you could keep me away from what is mine? Oh yes…. he is mine from the hair on top his precious head to the thoughts and dreams he’ll soon have about me each night. He knows who his true master is; and if he doesn’t I’ll make sure he does soon enough,” he murmured licking his lips in anticipation.

“Get out of him now!!!!” growled out Itachi as he snapped out of his shocked and outraged state.

He took a threatening step forward, ready to deal alone with the blonde menace that dared to invade his Otouto’s body. He shook back twin hands of concern that shot out from both Kisame and his mother as they tried to hold him at bay; worried by what the possessed child would do if he felt threatened. The action only made the eldest Uchiha sibling grind his teeth together, jaw muscles jumping even as he narrowed his darkening orbs at the amused demon.

“Sure I will… just call our dear headmaster and tell him if he doesn’t call off those government dogs I’m going to slit their throats and bathe in their blood. You see… I have no obligations to hold back killing them and I’m pretty sure if I really get going I’m going to come for your sorry hides next. So please… if you don’t mind, call them off for all our sakes. It’s a real bitch getting blood out of my hair and nails, you know.” He mused this pleasantly enough, glad that the humans and lone demon were in too much shock to argue sooner before he snuggled back against the pillows and folded his hands against his chest as if he’d fancy a nap.

“Oh… don’t forget to bring my Sa-su-ke-kun when you come. He’ll feel really lonely and hurt if you don’t,” he murmured amiably with a slight twitch of the corner of his lips. Eyes fluttered close in slumber for the time being before Kyuubi slowly eased himself from the child’s body, making sure not to harm the little one in his exit even as he left utter pandemonium behind him.

BACK AT THE SCHOOL, JUST A MINUTE LATER, WITH IRUKA

Iruka stared blurrily at the wall opposite him as he listened to the hysterical ramblings of one Mikoto Uchiha before the cold, precise voice of her son was put on the line to continue the conversation in a growling hiss. He vaguely nodded his head in agreement as he cradled the phone between his ear and shoulder; his other hand rubbed the sleep from his eyes before he fought back a yawn that threatened to split his face in two.

“Yes, yes I completely understand…. Come right away… You’re already halfway here? Fine, fine, then I’ll have someone greet you at the door,” the brunette murmured sleepily. The longer the conversation carried on, the more awake and alarmed the brunette became as he continued to listen about Sasuke’s coma like sleep and Kyuubi’s little appearance after they left the school.

By the time Itachi rudely hung up the phone on the headmaster’s inability to sound more alarmed, Iruka’s tired limbs was trembling with energy. But that didn’t stop the sick brunette from sagging moments later against Kakashi, not wanting to deal with the situation anymore. He cuddled closer to his demon’s side, welcoming the strong arms that wrapped around him and dragged his slightly smaller frame on top of him. He wanted to bury his face against the silver haired man’s cool neck, breathe in his faint cologne and forget everything he just learned.

‘I’m tired, sick and I really don’t feel like dealing with the Uchihas right now when I spent a good majority of the night fending off Kakashi. I need… I need sleep,’ he thought warily, yawning and adjusting himself against his Guardian. He welcomed the warm fingers that crept under his pajama top and rubbed firm, reassuring circles against his back to sooth his troubled mind because he was… troubled and tired and sick. But just as he settled himself to catch a bit more shuteye before having to deal with his new ‘guests’ he found the silver haired demon’s hand creeping a bit lower, ruining the whole, peaceful moment entirely as he moved to slap the sly hand away from his rear end before it could get a firm grip.

“I hate you,” he growled out in a low hiss as he lifted up his aching head to glare at his demon. The innocent look that greeted him made him want to narrow his eyes and pulverize the one he had given his heart to. But seeing as he had more pressing matters, he quickly began to push himself up and off the demon only to blink in wonder when he realized that Kakashi wasn’t wearing his pajama bottoms… or nothing at all for that matter.

His look of bemusement and the cute tilt of his head made the silver haired demon chuckle darkly as the brunette continued to stare in dumbfounded wonder, unable to fully grasp or appreciate what he was seeing before Kakashi took the headmaster’s distraction as an invention to molest some more. He smoothly rolled them both over so that Iruka was now forced to lie on his back with an eager demon between his legs. A hand caressed down the sick man’s side to his thigh, preparing to lift the tan leg over his shoulder before Kakashi let out a sigh of his own when his adorable, little brunette didn’t protest or at least welcome his advances.

The bi-colored eyed lover ground down his hips to show his partner that ‘little Kakashi’ needed a little love and attention but all the brunette could do was pet the silver haired male’s head distractedly before sighing and pushing at his shoulder.

“Not now. We are having company in the form of the Uchihas’ coming soon and I need you to go down to the dungeon and try to pry Anko and Ibiki, because I think that’s who it was interrogating Kyuubi currently, from their prize. It seems someone has leaked out information that Kyuubi has returned and wanted to throw him a ‘welcome back’ party,” he sighed out bitterly before moving to get off the bed.

“How do they possibly know if we didn’t even know what was going on in our own basement?” Kakashi asked in astonishment even as he reluctantly moved to dress. He looked down at his lap and briefly apologized to ‘little Kakashi’ for waking it up for nothing. He promised his cock a little ‘me’ time if Iruka was still not in the mood later tonight before he drew up his boxers.

“It seems that even with as little spiritual energy as Kyuubi has right now, he still managed to possess the Uchiha kid. So if we don’t want a bloody massacre on our hands I suggest you get moving while I go see what we have in the school’s kitchen to offer our impromptu guests,” Iruka grumbled the last part out even as he tried unsuccessfully to find his hair tie.

He didn’t even notice when his demon had finally dressed himself completely before dropping a kiss on the frazzled brunette’s head before pulling up his Neoprene half facemask only to leave seconds later. He just knew that by the time he had given up looking for his hair tie, slipped into his slippers, splashed some cold water on his face, took the powdered medicine Tsunade made him and wrapped his bathrobe around his slender frame, Kakashi was back again with a tea trolley and his guests in tow.

“I put the other guests in a special room for the time being.” The helpful demon breathed this to his Summoner, pausing as Iruka closed and locked his door. His master looked at him oddly for a moment and he wondered if he might have forgotten a task asked by him. But just as he was about to part his lips to ask a question of concern he found Iruka gripping his chin firmly in his hand and tilting his face a bit downward.

Kakashi couldn’t stop his treacherous heart from doing a funny, little flip at the thought that his master might desire a kiss. ‘And right in front of company too. How pleasantly inappropriate of him,’ the platinum blonde thought cheerily. The demon was more than happy to oblige his master, especially after he was so thoroughly jilted in bed. He had even prepared himself to lower his mask just a bit to receive the headmaster’s kiss when he suddenly found himself instead frozen in place as he felt something soft and firm fluttering across his cheek.

“You had something right there,” the brunette said smoothly, looking down in triumph at the blood that now coated his Kleenex tissue. “And by the looks of it, it seems like you had a little bit of fun,” Iruka mused with a small smile of triumph. The clueless brunette then proceeded to pocket the Kleenex before leading his dumbfounded and twice jilted demon and the others down the hall to his official office in the gorgeous school.

“Tea?” Iruka offered tiredly as he watched as the Uchiha brood shuffled inside the office to take their seats in the comfortable chairs in front of his desk. Kisame, he noticed, opted to stand a little ways back with his hands folded in front of him between his Summoner and his Summoner’s mother like a true bodyguard. The headmaster didn’t even miss the slight narrowing of eyes when the other Guardian spotted Kakashi before staring ahead as if nothing in the room interested him at the moment.

It made his lips spasm upward a bit because he knew his own demon would find Kisame’s displeasure amusing. He sighed inwardly and moved to the tea trolley to pour himself a cup of tea out of the expensive bone china teapot. The sick man tucked a few mocha strands behind his ear, so as to prevent the locks from obscuring his face as he bowed slightly over in his task. It was simplistic and calming to do as he moved to place one steaming cup of peppermint tea in front of Mikoto gauging that she’d like three cubes of sugar instead of one or two.

“We have no time for such frivolities,” snapped out Itachi, not pleased at all that the sickly man was trying to play at host. The elder Uchiha, who was currently holding his unconscious brother in his arms, felt that there was a time and place for everything and right now was not the time to be having tea parties.

“Tea isn’t what I’d really call a frivolity,” Iruka began soothingly, a thoughtful look wrinkling his brow before he continued. “It has some calming effects that you seemed to desperately to be in want of. No offense of course,” the headmaster began silkily as he placed a saucer and cup in front of the irate Uchiha despite his affronted look.

“Would you like some too, Kisame is it? Or are you of the same mind as your master?” the brunette asked kindly to the tall man. His smile was wane as he unsteadily began to pour another cup of tea, adding a sprig of mint to this cup too. He was about to lift the cup when he realized his hands were trembling to the point that they threatened to slosh out the hot liquid within the precious teacup.

“Allow me,” Kakashi insisted before the other Guardian could move to offer his assistance. The silver haired demon, visible eye crinkled up in a crescent smile as he handed the tea carefully to Kisame despite the glacial vibe he was getting off his fellow fiend. He ignored this for the moment to lay some treacle tarts on the desk and made Iruka a cup of tea for him before guiding his master to take a seat making sure that the protesting brunette was comfortable on his lap.

“Can we please get on with it? The young master needs to rest and yet he’s still courteous enough as a host to offer you some tea. Be a gracious guest and drink the damn tea because if it was up to me he’d be in bed, not discussing matters with you people until he’s fully recovered.” Kakashi said this amiably enough but his one visible eye narrowed dangerously even as he reached for a treacle tart for himself.

“Kakashi!” Iruka hissed out clearly scandalized before dissolving into a fit of blushing that made him want to hide his warm face behind his mane of mocha locks. He growled and leaned back a bit against his demon so he could elbow him in the stomach when the masked fiend dared to chuckle at his misery before plastering a fake smile against clothed lips.

“Please pardon my demon Kakashi. He takes his job as my nurse when I’m ill, very seriously. Sometimes too seriously if you ask me,” Iruka said brightly before muttering the last part. He was prepared to get up and seek a less disagreeable chair when Kakashi snaked his arm around his waist to pin him to his current spot.

“See? This is what I mean. What’s the use of having a deputy Headmaster and Headmistress if you can’t use them at your disposal?” Kakashi hissed into the shell of Iruka’s ear as he drew the brunette closer. He refused to be denied the nearness of his owner even if he had been thoroughly neglected since the Uchihas arrival. “Especially when you’re so good at using me,” he chirped up brightly before lowering his mask just enough to bite into the treacle tart.

“I… be that as it may,” squeaked out the brunette swatting his hand away from his devious demon to look seriously at the Uchihas. “I know Kyuubi better than anyone right now and I expected your family would be back soon. Not quite this soon, but still… I had a sort of feeling that this was going to happen,” Iruka sighed out. He sat up a bit before he felt his stubborn demon drawing him back down again.

“You had a feeling this would happen… and yet you let us go like that? With no explanation to what horrors we were going to face tonight?” Itachi asked calmly although he was obviously seething inside. The rubbing hand on his Otouto’s back stopped; fingers clamped down onto the fabric before he forced them to loosen. He took a deep breath and let out a shuddering sigh, leaning forward to accept the tea in thoughts that it may indeed help calm his nerves.

“Yes… well I apologize for that. I think the cold I thought I had is in actuality a fever so it clouded a bit of my judgment. Although then again it could be the shock of seeing Kyuubi for the first time since my Aniki’s death that could have forced me to forget such an important matter. It’s just that… I’ve never seen Kyuubi attached to anyone, not even Minato, like that. His desperation, coupled by the curious mark that I could have sworn I saw on Sasuke’s neck led me to one conclusion,” Iruka finally admitted, decidedly looking down at his tea. He stared at the sprig of mint, frowning as it floated languidly in the murky depths until he was called from his troubled thoughts.

“And what conclusion would that be Iruka-sensei?” Mikoto insisted eagerly, interrupting any rebuking comment that her eldest may have had.

“Simply put... the symptoms that he is feeling are akin to a drug addict’s sudden withdrawal from his drugs. Right now Naruto is his drug of choice and your desperate need to keep him away from the demon, dangerous though he may be, is doing more harm than good,” Iruka summarized before taking a sip of his own tea. As farfetched as it sounded he knew and experienced the same symptoms himself when he was first bitten by a certain silver haired demon.

“Ho… how could this be? I… I, mean I have never heard of any other students reacting like this after a… a summoning,” Mikoto began in bewilderment. Her fingers seemed to tremble as she shifted in her chair to clasp onto her son’s hand that was offered to her. She looked at her other son with such agitation and worry that she wished not for the first or last time that her husband had actually come home after he had been called away. She wanted to hold his hand instead of her son and although she was glad that her eldest was the rock in which she anchored herself too it was still not enough.

“That’s because Kyuubi left Sasuke a little present. It was most definitely the reason for that black dome a witness mentioned in his report to me. It’s because he wanted to leave that bite mark right there without anyone interrupting the sealing process,” he continued to explain with a heavy sigh. Iruka could already feel a headache starting up but he pushed that to the side to sip once more at his tea.

“Right where? I don’t see any bite mar—” Itachi began, looking at the pale expanse of Sasuke’s skin. He didn’t see any noticeable markings that weren’t already there but just as he was prepared to deny Iruka’s words he remembered seeing the markings that flickered across his Otouto’s face and arm when Kyuubi took over. ‘Could that have been…’ he trailed off in thought, trying to find out where the marking had suddenly gone.

“It is right here,” Kisame suggested before pressing his fingers gently down against a smooth patch of unmarred skin that made the boy shiver violently. When he removed his digits the three tomoe markings with the circle of intricate lines flared into existence, reacting to Kisame’s demon aura. It glowed a faint red-orange before fading into a black color tone.

“It’s called ‘The Demon’s Proposal’,” Iruka inserted in the silence that prevailed the revelation of the mark. If he hadn’t seen such affects to his own person then he too would have stared at the sudden appearance of the marking but since he had, he also felt it prudent to push on.

“D… demon’s proposal?” both Mikoto and Itachi said at the same time. They paused to look at each other, startled to say the words simultaneously before focusing their stormy grey eyes back on the brunette.

“Yes, well it’s very useful but is a double aged sword as seals go. I’d advice you’d use your Uchiha influence to get that demon back immediately,” Iruka said in all seriousness. They didn’t fully understand the mark or the repercussion that were slowly being realized the longer they kept Sasuke away from the blonde haired demon.

“But didn’t he kill your brother,” Itachi couldn’t help but point out. His brows furrowed in displeasure at the thought of letting his precious brother anywhere near someone who was capable of killing such a powerful Summoner as Minato. It was because compared to that the kid that slept obliviously in his arm would stand a snowball’s chance in hell against his demon.

“I… thank you for your concern but if Sasuke isn’t near Kyuubi until the effects of the mark wears off then things will get a lot more serious. Like I said before Sasuke is going through withdrawal because currently your brother is addicted to Kyuubi. His body craves his closeness to the point that he will find himself unable to think clearly or function properly without his demon around. For the first few weeks… yes sorry, for the first few weeks Sasuke will want to touch and be touched by Kyuubi. It doesn’t have to be in a sexual sense but he’ll probably want to sleep in the same bed as the blonde, maybe hold hands so he can feel the reassurance of his presence. Little things like that,” Iruka began as he tried to remember how he felt when first affected with the condition.

“Little things? That doesn’t really sound like little things? Sasuke is still at an age where he thinks that girls are icky and troublesome,” Itachi pointed out. He didn’t deem it necessary to add that he still found the loathsome creatures of the fairer sex icky and troublesome, well except his mother.

“Yes, I… he’s too young to be this infatuated by someone. Maybe if it was something like puppy love I could possibly—” Mikoto began hopefully as she wrung her hands together. She was very put out by the situation and wanted desperately to have things go back to how they were before the summoning ceremony started.

“It’s not that simple Mrs. Uchiha. The Demon’s Proposal is almost a demon’s equivalent to an actual marriage proposal. They may not be able to reproduce but they can decide to end their long lives by tying their lives to the person they bite. If Sasuke, god forbids, dies… Kyuubi will die instead of being sent back to the demon realm. The same goes for Sasuke unfortunately. If Kyuubi were to die then the strong bond that they now share will drag the child down to the point where he wants to die himself. It can happen quickly or slowly but… it will happen. There are rare cases when someone who is bonded like that has survived without their other half and even if they did survive they appeared to remain in a vegetative state,” Iruka said severely interrupting Mikoto’s protests in a no-nonsense way.

“I’m still trying to find the upside in this situation,” Itachi admitted bitterly after a few seconds. He saw the look of regret that washed over the brunette’s face when he crushed his mother’s hopes for escape but he brushed that aside for his own concerns.

“Well the benefit of having a demon mark you is that it’s like seeing color for the first time. Everything takes on a whole new meaning. Your senses are ten times sharper and your mind is so much clearer when your demon is nearby just as it dulls to fuzzy incoherent thoughts when he is away. Your Guardian wants to fight for you not because you order him to or because it violates his contract but because it physically hurts him to see you in such pain,” Iruka began breathlessly even as he unconsciously snuggled closer to Kakashi.

He didn’t mind the silver haired demon lacing his fingers with his own as he continued to explain himself dreamily as if in a trance of their first time as bonded partners. “There is nothing he won’t do for that child right now. Not death or sickness nor even the people who stand to separate them will tear them apart. It’s as ironclad as any contract can get with no leeway or wiggle room for any expert lawyer to access. If you don’t give that child to him he’ll get him one way or another if what you say is true. Being bonded is such a beautiful and terrifying thing that cannot be entered into lightly. You appreciate and empathize with each other more, want to be closer, want to share everything including the pain Kyuubi felt when he was tortured. Sasuke-kun must have wanted to relieve his Guardianor at least share in that pain no matter his size or age.

“Kyuubi will want to share his strength and protect Sasuke’s weakness. He’ll strive to make that child stronger in ways that he would never be without that bond so if you want to do what’s best for him, what’s right, then you’ll take him to him soon. Sasuke is now his attended whether you like it or not and there is nothing you can do about it!” The headmaster finished his lecture finally with a heartfelt flourish and another grateful sip of his tea to ease the pain of his sore throat. He appreciated the comforting nuzzling of Kakashi’s nose against his nape, calming down his impassioned words so that he was more lax and manageable.

“Nothing? So if I don’t find a way to release Naruto…” Itachi trailed off suggestively only to reconfirm his worse fears.

“You might just break Sasuke-kun if you don’t,” Iruka said with no embellishment. It was important for them to know there was no way around it no matter what angle they looked at things. Kyuubi had won as soon as teeth met skin and now nothing but death, maybe not even death, could part them.

“H… how do you kn… know so much, i… if you don’t mind me a… asking?” Mikoto asked in a quivering voice. She looked so pale and felt so weak after everything was revealed that she was afraid she might have to fish in her purse for her stupid smelling salts to revive her.

“Because Kakashi has marked me,” Iruka said calmly enough. He lifted up his pajama top only to feel Kakashi place their laced fingers against the place where his heart resided. The young man could already feel the demon mark flaring into life even as he continued.

“He has marked my heart a long time ago. I won’t regret what he has done because it has saved me in the end. I think I would have truly gone insane without Kakashi reminding me that I still had something to live for. And I know this might seem bad, but maybe… just maybe this could be his blessing too,” the brunette breathed out sincerely.

He knew that this was one of the worse possible news that they could have possibly found out about short of Kyuubi outright killing Sasuke in the summoning ceremony. It was going to be an uphill battle from here convincing the council to let a suspected murderer go free but it was necessary. Everything was necessary so that the small Uchiha’s story could continue uninterrupted.

To be continued…

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(1) – Remember being ‘named’ during a summoning ceremony restarts the button on a demon’s life so he’s in a sense reincarnated and cannot remember his past life.

(2) – Again… this is not going to be any Uchihacest… he just has a big brother complex and feels jilted that his little brother didn’t call his name out for help. I’d probably feel that way too.

(3)- Okay this chant I actually got off of Grey’s Anatomy. I like watching the show even if Christina and Berke have broken up. But anyway… the pediatrician surgeon, Dr. Arizona and the patient’s mother said this over this sick black kid to reassure him when he had nightmares. It was so freaking sad yet cute because it wasn’t dying he was afraid of because his mother said it was like falling asleep but it was the fear of getting a nightmare afterwards. So… the chant usually used to circle abdomen and chest area with two hands but Itachi was holding Sasuke with one.

(4) – Well… Remember the scene at the Valley of the End and Orochimaru’s curse seal was activated and crawled over Sasuke’s face and down his arm… well it’s sort of like that. But it’s because of reaction to a sexy demon, not a lecherous snake like Oreo-sama who wants to remain young and beautiful.

(5) – This last sentence is the same line used twice in my other new story ‘Blood, Sex and Fairytales’. I know it’s a shameful plug but it fit and I really want people to read it ><

A/N: Gah, I thought I’d never be able to get this chapter out of my head and then when I did I realized I’d have to split it in half because the situation began to bloom into something bigger than one chapter would be able to handle. I mean really Anko going all dominatrix on Naruto via Ibiki and then the whole possession and explaining of the marking toppled with everything else… meh… this is one hell of a day ne? But it’s not over, not by a long shot so if you want to see what happens before the night is over than review like your lives depend on it.

Sorry for updating so late but I got snowed in and was digging for three days in a row because the snow came to my knees and then afterwards my arms felt like limp noodles. I kept getting shooting pains up my left arm each time I typed so I had to rest it and then I had to study for and take three Psych labs online before it snowed again which meant more digging. Two blizzards in one week is simply amazing but so is a possession… so tell me what you think of this chapter and I hope not just Ivvy Moon but everyone else enjoys this fic.
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