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Of Silver Linings and Blue Yonder	By : Sasunarufan13 Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Naruto/Sasuke Views: 18517 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Chapter List
- 42
- 43
- 44
Author's note: Did I stay up past two a.m. just to finish this chapter and prove I could reach my self-imposed deadline? Yes, I did. Am I regretting this now when I'm up early? Oh yes. Very much so. But hey, at least you didn't have to wait longer than a month now!
Thanks to the following reviewer: EntityLvr
Warnings: Sasuke's pov; rather explicit torture scene; gore; mutulation; mature content; rimming; follows right after chapter 42
HEED THE WARNINGS
I hope you'll like it!
Chapter 43
Sasuke had never really thought about what kind of place his brother and his colleagues would use if they wanted to take care of someone. There had been no point in wondering about it, considering he'd never planned to join their particular business. He loved his brother, but when it concerned this particular point, they were just too different.
Until tonight that was.
He'd been content to ignore the other side of their family for the rest of his life if need be, but tonight he was willing to make an exception. He'd come so close to losing Naruto and the son of a bitch responsible for that was going to pay for that dearly. Fuck staying clear of that side of the family; nobody harmed his mate and got away with it.
So, even though he'd never tried to imagine what kind of place the group would use, he had to admit that seeing the actual place left him rather baffled. Itachi had texted him the address and he pulled up the message, checking it again to be certain. No, this was definitely the right address.
Eyebrows rising up, he regarded the tall gate bemused; the large house behind it not really coinciding with the image he'd conjured on the way here. Given the nature of the dealings the group tended to have here, he'd expected to see a decrepit house, perhaps a building in a desolate place, or even an abandoned warehouse.
Instead what greeted him was a large house which, while built at the end of the street, was still rather close to a series of other houses, all of which were occupied judging by the cars parked in front of the homes. It looked like a house you expected a family to live in – not a place where someone might get tortured to death.
He'd always known that Itachi's colleagues were rather peculiar individuals, but this building really was on a whole other level. Were neither of them worried at all that other people in the street might hear something unsavoury?
The gates slowly opening startled him a bit and he glanced to the right, relaxing when he saw a tiny red dot blinking back at him. Of course; a camera. That made sense, even if the location of this place didn't.
He drove through the gates, the beams of the headlights gliding over Itachi's car. There was no other vehicle in sight, which surprised him a little bit. He'd expected to at least see Nagato or even Hidan here. God knew Hidan would never say no to witnessing someone being punished.
He parked the car right next to Itachi's and stepped out of it; his breath escaping him in thin puffs of air. The air was crisp, carrying a faint scent of rain still. Absently he wondered if it would start raining again soon.
The sound of footsteps had him turning around and he met dark eyes who studied him carefully.
"You came," Itachi murmured, lingering in the shadows of the house. He hadn't bothered to pull on his coat, stepping outside in nothing save for his sweater and his jeans, but he showed no sign that the chilly air bothered him.
"Of course I did. I told you I would," Sasuke said and approached him. "The others aren't here?"
"No, they decided to let us have free reign tonight," the older Alpha murmured, gesturing at the open door. "One of them will stop by later for some clean-up, though."
Sasuke's stomach did a funny flip at hearing that. Looking around the dark hallway, he could make out some vague shapes of furniture through one of the open doors.
"You've got furniture in here?" he remarked curiously. He'd thought the house would be bare save for the room they used.
"As far as the neighbourhood is concerned, this is a retreat home of one of my colleagues," Itachi said airily. "The man needs somewhere to sit when he's vacationing here."
Sasuke couldn't help but snort at that. "You're not worried the neighbours will hear something weird?" He slipped out of his coat, allowing Itachi to store it away in the closet, and rolled up his sleeves. Not entirely certain what was going to transpire tonight, he'd chosen to wear clothes he wouldn't mind disposing if it was necessary.
Itachi smirked and placed a hand on his shoulder, guiding him to a closed door on the left side of the long hallway. "My colleague takes isolating the walls to keep the warmth inside very seriously."
"Naturally," Sasuke scoffed, but at least he wouldn't have to worry about the police suddenly showing up at the front door.
Both brothers grew solemn when Itachi opened the door and flicked on a light switch. Instantly bright light flooded through the room and they descended the staircase; the steps creaking almost inaudibly underneath their weight. Sasuke became aware of an odd noise soon, like someone was talking very muffled and he stilled when he set foot on the basement floor.
Right across the room was the guy shackled to the wall; his arms held up so high that his toes barely brushed the floor. There was dried blood underneath his nose, smeared across his mouth, and his right eye was so swollen he could barely open it.
"Hidan had a bit too much fun waking him up," Itachi explained; his hands resting in the pockets of his trousers. He stood completely relaxed, like he was overseeing his sons playing with each other and wasn't about to start torturing a man.
Sasuke was both impressed and a tad uncomfortable how his brother managed to look so unruffled. Well, when you had years of experience in this particular branch, it was easier to keep your cool, he supposed.
Although … He chanced a glance at his brother again, taking note of the way he had his back ramrod straight, the slightest hint of tension in his shoulders. He appeared for all intents and purposes very calmly, but Sasuke was willing to bet he was raging on the inside.
It was definitely how he currently felt.
"I'm actually surprised Hidan isn't here," Sasuke remarked.
Itachi snorted softly. "Believe me, it was with much regret that he left."
Yeah, Sasuke had no problems believing that.
"I'm sure you know why you're here," Itachi said casually, walking leisurely to the guy.
The guy only glared at him, trying to look tough even though he could barely touch the floor with his toes.
"I already didn't hold your intelligence in high esteem after what you tried to do when you'd still been employed, but I must admit, Sakon, I never thought you'd be this stupid," Itachi continued and while the words were calmly spoken, they were wrapped in such coldness Sasuke had to supress a shiver of his own even though he wasn't the target.
"You got the nerve to stand there and - " The rest of his sneer was literally slapped away when Itachi's hand sharply connected with his left cheek; the force behind it twisting Sakon's head to the right.
Itachi smiled thinly; his eyes glowing almost unnaturally. "I never said you could talk." He glanced at Sasuke. "You still have time to go home if you want to; I'd understand."
Sasuke raised an eyebrow in response. "I told you I want to be present when you take care of him," he reminded his brother. "When have you ever know me to change my mind?"
That elicited an actual amused, even fond smile out of Itachi. He shrugged lightly, taking a step away from Sakon. "Just thought I should remind you that you have the option. Now, why don't you take a seat and watch while I'll entertain our guest?"
If he didn't love his brother so much and didn't know he was safe with him, Itachi's dark smirk would definitely have haunted his nightmares for years to come.
As it was, Sasuke just turned around to cast a look around the room, found some comfortable looking chairs standing against the wall behind him and sat down on the one in the middle, which gave him a clear view of his brother and Sakon.
There he sat and observed why so few people ever dared to go against the Uchiha family.
He'd always thought that Hidan was the one of the entire group that you had to be afraid of; possibly even Kakuzu too. Nagato perhaps because he was the type to do what he wanted, regardless of whether that something was legal or not.
Those three men were absolutely ruthless; a fact he'd personally witnessed all those years ago with Konan's doctor. It made sense to be wary of them, to be uncomfortable around them, knowing they could snap at any given moment and make Jack the Ripper look like a fucking angel compared to them.
He'd never imagined Itachi could be just as ruthless.
Well, that wasn't exactly true, he amended silently, watching Itachi make a precise and deep cut in Sakon's left side. At some level he'd always been aware that Itachi was capable of doing terrible things to protect the ones he loved, but until today he'd been blissfully aware of just how far the older Alpha was willing to go.
Sakon was definitely experiencing how far a furious Itachi was willing to go.
As Sasuke watched with morbid fascination, a hint of nausea filling the pit of his belly, Itachi sank his hand straight into the cut; Sakon's screaming abruptly stopped and he choked instead as Itachi seemed to squeeze one of his organs. Sakon's eyes rolled back and he looked on the verge of blacking out again. Before he could pass out, Itachi abruptly pulled his hand back and slapping his cheek hard.
"Falling asleep would be rather rude of you now, don't you think so?" Itachi murmured, twirling his blade between his fingers.
The thing that made Itachi so terrifying, Sasuke considered, eyes fixated on his blood splattered brother, was that he remained utterly calm whilst torturing Sakon.
Hidan had a tendency to go rather insane when making someone pay; Kakuzu was the same. Not that Sasuke had ever personally witnessed that – thank the gods for that – but he'd heard enough tales of the group of men during the late nights he'd spent at Itachi's place when he'd been younger still, when they had thought him fast asleep.
Hidan liked playing with his victims, liked pulling them apart piece by piece until they couldn't even beg for the sweet mercy of death. Kakuzu was more efficient, but not less brutal, ripping into them before giving them the final mercy shot. Nagato's dealing with victims depended on his mood, apparently. Sometimes he was 'merciful' and gave them a quick death by gunshot. Other times he liked to experiment with poisons, drew out the torture just to see how much they could take. He was a big fan of taunting them too apparently.
He'd never really know what type of punisher his brother was, though. Itachi had always appeared above that, seemed not to be that much into punishing people who'd gone against them.
Sasuke thought Itachi's calm demeanour might actually be more terrifying than Hidan's insanity or Nagato's blunt cruelty. The way Itachi just stared coldly at the begging and sobbing man on the table in front of him, the way he remained unflinching even when Sakon's screams and shrieks could blow one's eardrums out … The sight of him remaining so unruffled even with blood splattered across his shirt and trousers, the liquid dripping onto the floor and pooling underneath the table, sent shivers down Sasuke's spine.
Dark eyes slipped from Itachi to the silently crying man on the table. Sakon's pride had been stripped away from him more than an hour ago already when Itachi had taken the time to pull out his nails one by one with pliers. Then he'd continued by cutting off Sakon's phalanxes slowly; he could have hacked them off immediately, but instead he'd cut through them slowly, ensuring that Sakon would feel maximum pain.
His hands were nothing but fingerless stumps now; the blood sluggishly dripping onto the table. He'd never be able to hold a camera or even grab someone again.
His groin was blood soaked, even through his jeans, and he probably would have already bled out by now if it weren't for the ice pick jammed straight through it. Itachi had taken obvious grim pleasure in stabbing him there, informing him in an almost pleasant tone that there was no need for him to have it as he would never be able to use it again.
Itachi was absolutely terrifying – and a dark part in Sasuke, a part longing to connect with the other side of his family, relished in seeing him torture that son of a bitch. He revelled in the screams Itachi tore out of that bastard, watched fascinatedly how Itachi managed to draw blood again and again while not allowing that arsehole to die just yet. It was so incredibly twisted and fucked up of him, he knew, but all he could think when he stared at Sakon, at his battered and cut up body, was
You fucking deserve it.
Sakon deserved to be tortured for what he had done and what he had been planning to do to Naruto and Deidara. He deserved to have every last drop of blood wrung out of him for daring to touch what was Sasuke's. He deserved to suffer until the last second of his miserable life for daring to hurt Naruto, for wanting to taint him with his filthy paws.
He deserved everything Itachi inflicted on him and more.
"You can have a go too if you want, otouto," Itachi remarked, prowling around the table like a panther. He'd exchanged his blade for a pack of cigarettes, lightning one up and holding the burning end of it right above Sakon's terrified left eye; the right one couldn't open anymore, courtesy of the sewing needle sticking right into the middle of it, pinning the eyelid to the eyeball.
"I'd be happy to give you some instructions if you want," Itachi went on, smiling faintly.
"I made a promise to Naruto," Sasuke murmured, resting his head on his hand. "This is as far as I can go."
And even that was severely pushing it, he knew. He actually shouldn't be here at all, but he had to see with his own eyes that that filth would never be able to harm his mate again. A part of him itched to join Itachi, wanted to leave his own mark on Sakon, but he'd promised Naruto.
He might bend the limits of the promise a tad, but he would never actually break it. Naruto was more important to him than getting a taste of revenge.
Seeing Itachi perform the revenge was more than satisfying anyway.
The older man shrugged. "Suit yourself," he said.
Sakon was already screaming before the burning cigarette pressed fully onto his eyelid.
"If you're going to keep screaming like that, you're going to lose your voice before we're done here," Itachi said flatly and shoved the still burning cigarette straight into Sakon's mouth, clamping his jaw shut so he wouldn't be able to spit it back out.
Itachi was definitely the cruellest of them all – and Sasuke had never been so glad to have him as his brother.
"Hm? Where you've been?" Naruto asked sleep drunk when Sasuke slipped back underneath the sheets. "You've got cold feet," he grumbled, but nevertheless pushed his back into Sasuke's chest.
"Just outside for a bit," Sasuke breathed out, nosing the hollow underneath Naruto's ear and filling him shiver slightly. "Had to clear my head."
"I thought you did that before?" Naruto remarked sleepily, but with a hint of mischievousness already, pointedly pressing his still naked body now fully against Sasuke's, wiggling his arse against Sasuke's dick.
Lust flared up easily, like he hadn't been present at a torture session just half an hour ago, and he grabbed Naruto, pushing him onto his stomach. A light shock went through the Omega's body when he forcefully pulled his legs apart and he smiled darkly when his fingers came back damp after swiping them between Naruto's arse cheeks.
Clearly his mate wasn't that sleepy anymore.
"Why don't you help me again with that?" he suggested in a low voice; his dark smile deepening when Naruto whined softly, his hands grappling for his pillow, and his hips rolling into the mattress, his arse rubbing against Sasuke's cock when the Alpha covered him.
"After all, you did such a good job before," he smirked, dragging his hands down Naruto's sides before grasping his thighs firmly, digging his thumbs in the firm muscles.
Lust burned brighter when Naruto turned his head to lock gleaming blue eyes with his. "What kind of Omega would I be if I can't help my Alpha with that?" Naruto purred, wriggling his arse.
That did it. Even after so many years of being together, Naruto calling him his Alpha never failed to rile him up, and he snarled, abruptly shoving himself down the bed.
"Sasuke, what are you – Oh fuck!" Naruto squeaked, burying his face into the pillow when fingers spread his cheeks wide and a tongue shoved straight into his hole, lapping at the slick his body was eager to produce all of a sudden.
He wouldn't be as slick as he'd been during the times he'd been off his suppressants or when he'd been pregnant, but the amount of it was enough for Sasuke who snarled at the taste, loving the way his Omega's slick tasted, delighting in how muscles tensed around his eager tongue, how Naruto whined and moaned and pushed his arse back, begging for more.
"Pl-please, Sasuke," Naruto whimpered and there was an edge to his voice, a particular sort of breathlessness that alerted Sasuke he was about to come.
And while he loved making Naruto come with his tongue alone, he much rather wanted to be inside of him now and feel that tight hole clenching around his dick instead.
"No, come back!" Naruto protested when Sasuke lifted his head, but he stilled when hands massaged his cheeks before pulling them apart again, baring his loosened, wet hole to burning, black eyes.
A high pitched mewl was Sasuke's reward when he pushed his cock inside Naruto, the tip of his cock having a bit of trouble at first before he slipped past the rim, filling the Omega with one swift push, not stopping until his hips rested fully against Naruto's arse.
Even pressed between the Alpha and the bed didn't stop Naruto from being a demanding little shit, because he roughly pushed back, clenching his muscles around Sasuke's prick, and hissing, "Move!"
"So demanding," Sasuke growled and laced their fingers together, pressing their hands into the pillow on either side of Naruto's head, before setting up a brutal pace, making sure he hit his mate's prostate with every thrust inside.
Glad they had had the foresight years ago to soundproof their bedroom, he set about making Naruto scream; the noises, moans and breathless groans like music to his ears. Their position made it hard to exchange kisses, but he made more than do by kissing Naruto's neck, sucking at the spots he knew were the most sensitive.
When Naruto came, he was almost sobbing and his inner muscles clamped down so harshly around Sasuke's cock, that his vision whitened for a second before he was coming too, too wound up to last longer, spilling deep inside his mate, muffling his groans against a sweat slick shoulder. Naruto's arse was milking him for all it was worth it seemed and he rolled his hips leisurely, brushing against Naruto's sweet spot, prolonging his pleasure, until the blond could only whimper faintly and shake his head weakly; his hands trembling underneath Sasuke's.
Sasuke turned the both of them carefully onto their sides, peppering soft kisses in Naruto's neck, cheek, his shoulders … all while running his hand gently up and down Naruto's side, soothing him.
When they fell asleep again, they were still connected and Sakon's screams were nothing but faint echoes now in his head, chased away by a much more pleasing set of screams.
"I'm going to watch tv with them!" Kei announced, running after his little brother and sister who were already arguing about which morning show to watch.
Sasuke shook his head amused, scooping up another bite of mashed fruit for Keiko to eat. She was squinting at it suspiciously, like she hadn't already eaten more than half the bowl by now, before she deemed it worthy of her taste buds and opened her mouth, grabbing for the bowl with her sticky hands.
"Who do you think will win the television battle this time?" he chuckled, letting Keiko grab a piece of banana.
When Naruto didn't reply, he twisted around in his chair curiously, stilling when Naruto stared at him with an uncharacteristically solemn face.
"Naruto?"
"You didn't just go for a walk outside last night, right?" Naruto asked quietly, crossing his arms and leaning back against the counter.
Sasuke remained silent, unwilling to indiscriminate himself even further. How did Naruto know?
Naruto smiled wryly. "You normally never leave me after our – bed activities – unless you need to go to work. That's what alerted me to the fact that something was off about last night."
The dark haired man pursed his lips together, but still didn't say anything. What could he say? The jig was up; Naruto knew where he'd been – or at least could hazard a guess as to where Sasuke would have gone to during the hours he hadn't been at home.
His stomach squeezed together painfully – was Naruto going to leave after all?
"I don't care," Naruto said abruptly, astonishing him. "I don't even need to know the details – I just want to know one thing: did you do something?"
That, Sasuke could answer honestly. "No, I didn't do anything. I swear."
Naruto looked at him, his blue eyes seeming to pierce straight through Sasuke's soul. Whatever he was looking for, he seemed to have found it, for he nodded and breathed out slowly. "This is the only time, Sasuke. After last night – no more. I can understand why you went last night but – no more than this."
"I know and I won't," Sasuke promised and stood up, closing the distance between them in just a couple of steps. "After last night – no more. That was it, I swear."
Naruto stared at him before he nodded, his hands clamping down on Sasuke's shoulders. "I'll hold you to that," he said and kissed him. "I mean it, Sasuke. Last night was the first and last time."
"I know," Sasuke said and wrapped his arms around Naruto's waist, tugging him close against him. He closed his eyes and inhaled Naruto's familiar scent, letting it soothe him. "You're more important than that side will ever be."
No matter how tempting Itachi's offer had been last night, Naruto and his promises to his mate would always be far more important than some temporary satisfaction.
Always.
AN2: *whistles* Yeah, things went kind of dark there for a bit. But well, this is for all of you who wanted to read the Uchiha's hidden side; I hope it was what you hoped for!
Next chapter will definitely feature something a lot lighter :P
Please leave your thoughts behind in a review; should you spot any mistakes, please point them out to me.
I hope to see you all back in the next chapter! Stay safe, stay healthy and take care of yourselves!
Cuddles
Melissa
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