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Seaswept
By : Daydreamer79
Category: Naruto > Threesomes/Moresomes
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The warm salt tinged breeze did nothing to quell the full and desperate anger rushing through Itachi along with the substantial grief he was unable to shake. The combining of two very disturbing emotions left him drowning without access to a raft, barely keeping his head above water. The promise made to his father on the eve of their escape seemed worthless words spoken by an idealistic child.
But he was a child no more. The recent events had seen to that.
The world seemed so much more harsher. His idealism was beaten down in favor of a harder mentality. Was this the world beyond the shores of his childhood? When he thought of his father, he wondered what would he have done or how would he have acted in this same situation. Each time, Itachi came up lacking compared to his father. His failure burned bitterly in the back of his throat.
"Itachi?" Dan stepped forward with a look of concern spreading across his face at Itachi's dark countenance. "Did you find Sasuke?"
There was no point in speaking. He wasn't sure he could keep the bitterness and accusations from his words. It was Dan's responsibility to care for Sasuke and his failing to do so opened up a dark place in Itachi's mind—one he knew would swallow him alive should he allow himself to give in. The temptation to take the hidden knife Kisame had given him and plunge it into the man's heart in retaliation for his failure to keep Sasuke safe burned deep. It caused a deep and unrelenting need to attack and punish those who failed Sasuke—himself included. It was ultimately his blame after all.
Finding the only way to avoid a confrontation on the issue was to begin assisting the others in loading the supplies aboard the ship. The physical labor was the only option for pushing back the grief threatening to destroy him. It was his fault and to attack Dan only meant he would need to turn the weapon on himself as well. His only hope was to tamp down the emotions as best he could and learn everything these coarse men could teach him. Revenge was never something he believed in until today. Now it was the only thought running through his mind. He would punish those who took Sasuke from him…he simply needed the tools and experience to do so.
He accepted the small barrel of rum handed to him and carried it carefully up the gangplank onto the ship. The crewmen standing around gave him a surprisingly wide berth. There were no joking comments concerning his size, age, or features. All were as silent as if in prayer.
The dark aura surrounding him was enough to keep even the most staunch sailor at bay. Such a startling change from an innocent boy into a determined man was shocking in their eyes but not unknown. Many had seen it before; some had experienced it. Their world was hard and Itachi was now entrenched in it. The wounds were etched into his soul much deeper than any physical scar could touch.
"Lad." Asuma stepped forward and placed a hand upon Itachi's shoulder. "I heard about your brother."
"Did you?" Itachi's eyes remained tearless though the words brought an even heavier sense of grief and shame for having allowed this to happen to his brother—for trusting others with Sasuke's well-being when it was the task his father had entrusted to him.
The eyes focused on him only served to embitter his heart, hardening the muscle. "As the captain says, the sea is hard."
Asuma's eyes widened at the words. It wasn't so much the words, but how Itachi spoke them. "Itachi—"
"Leave the boy alone." Kisame forced his way up the gang plank, arms loaded with supplies. "What the hell are you all staring at? Get these supplies loaded before I take all your arses and hang the lot of you on the mast."
A small sense of relief rushed through Itachi at Kisame's words. It was a small reprieve from the curiosity oozing from the crew. To speak gossip was one thing, but to hear the truth from one who witnessed it was another. Now would be the time to watch and see if he sank or swam. He was on the cusp of breaking and only these next few days would determine his measure.
"Aye, Kisame." Asuma moved away towards the charts rolled out on a small table at the helm along with a sextant and compass. "We'll be ready to sail on the tide."
Itachi turned his still gaze towards the bow of the ship. He moved away from the others waiting and stepped onto the railing to watch the play of stars on the horizon. His eyes never left the distant waters, knowing Sasuke was alive on them. His brother would not die so easily. He would survive long enough for Itachi to be reunited with him.
"Here, lad." Dan passed on a small carved piece of wood to Itachi. "Your brother was fascinated by this little carving. It's why I started working on one for him. You keep it and give it to your brother the next time you see him."
Itachi accepted the bit of wood. It was rubbed smooth in some places, possibly by Sasuke's fingers. His heart stuttered in his chest for a moment and tears pricked his eyes. Something Sasuke touched and stroked was now cradled in his hands. He had thought he would be without something of his brother's. It would serve as a reminder to him of Sasuke. He would use this small bit of carved wood as symbol of his resolve to find and rescue his brother.
Pein and Kisame might not believe he would find his brother but he had no doubts. As he was, he only possessed a pittance of money, not nearly enough to hire a crew to give chase and this ship was destined for waters much further to the west. The only option available was to learn everything he could until he possessed the skills necessary to find Sasuke and then come for his brother himself.
"Thank you," he whispered.
"I liked the boy even though conversation between us was difficult." Dan moved away to finish assisting the crew in preparing to hoist anchor. "I'd like to see him again."
Itachi wanted that too, more than others could possibly realize. He closed his eyes against the threat of tears. He would not shed a tear for this. Tears would not assist in returning Sasuke to him. Only his resolve would bring about Sasuke's return.
The background noise of the sailors readying the ship relaxed him, allowing him to stare off into the horizon. He did not turn his gaze upon hearing the quiet steps approaching from behind. "This is not a merchant ship."
Kisame chuckled faintly. "I'm surprised it took you so long to realize."
"I did not understand before." He tucked a strand of long inky hair behind his ear and slid his gaze to Kisame. "I understand now."
Itachi's settled down into a sitting position with his legs dangling on either side of the figurehead. "I want to know everything. I want to know how to fight like you do. I want to know how to kill."
"You're too small to use brute strength. Where your skill lies is in speed." Kisame settled his hip against the railing and folded his arms across his large chest. "I can teach you where to attack, but I'm not the best one to teach you to use your smaller size and speed."
"I know swords…some." Itachi withdrew a sharp dagger from his satchel and turned it to catch the light. "I'm going to save Sasuke."
"You do what you need to." Kisame placed a large hand on Itachi's shoulder. "You shouldn't blame Dan or yourself."
The narrow bones of Itachi's jaw clenched and his teeth ground together. "He should have watched Sasuke, but I do not blame him I am at fault."
"There was only a skeleton crew aboard the ship. No one could have thought Orochimaru would go to such lengths as to take a lad from another's ship or even that he was in port."
Itachi swung his leg across the rail and turned to face Kisame. "The guilt is mine."
"Guilt is a worthless emotion. You can't change the past." Kisame lifted a hand to the two scars sliced high across his left cheekbone. "You just learn to live with it."
Itachi's eyes narrowed faintly. "What guilt do you carry, Kisame?"
"More than you know, lad." Kisame's fingers lowered and his pale blue eyes darkened a shade. "These scars are the last memory I have of my brother. Be glad you don't have to live with the same ones I do."
Silence erupted between the two, Kisame finally moving away to oversee the loading of final bits of supplies. The job fell to him now with Hidan expelled from the ship and no quartermaster trusted enough by Pein to take his place. The line of his back was held stiff and his voice strained as he barked out orders.
For a moment, Itachi found a kindred spirit in Kisame. They shared a dear loss. Seeing the truth in his stance, Itachi realized the pain he was experiencing would not disappear and could only be forced aside so to keep it from destroying him. Kisame still carried his with him just as Itachi would. The difference between the two was that Itachi would find his brother and extinguish his suffering.
The beginning of dawn peaked over the horizon. Pein stepped from his quarters looking fit to kill the first man who spoke to him. "Hoist the anchor and unfurl the sails while the wind is behind us. I want to make good time towards the Cape. If we're lucky, the storms won't toss us about and we'll reach Tsunade Island in a little over a month's time."
Itachi stood quietly and moved towards the stairs leading below deck to fetch the captain's tray when Pein called out to him. "Don't bother with food. I very much doubt either of us is interested in eating."
Blinking his eyes, Itachi nodded. "No. I am not hungry."
"Do you hate me, Itachi?" asked Pein quietly, though his gaze remained hard. "Does your stomach burn and your heart long to kill me for choosing not to follow your brother's cold trail?"
Itachi's eyes narrowed and he fought the urge to rise to the taunting. "I…hate the man who took him."
Pein began tying a bandana over his tussled red hair, stopping just before Itachi. "There is power in words. Hate. Love. They aren't just script on parchment or language spoken from our lips. Emotions weaken you. When faced with your enemy, they have the power to destroy your concentration and send you to the mercy of your opponent."
A pink tongue darted to swipe across Itachi's lips. "I don't—"
"What are you going to do about that hate, Itachi?" Pein tossed a cutlass to Itachi. "Take it out on me if you want. I want you to. Burn out every bit of that hate so all that is left is calm. I want you to come at me with every ounce of that hate. Slay me. I'll even up the wager. If you can beat me into submission, I will give chase with this ship and follow Orochimaru to the ends of the earth. If you best me, the new goal of this ship will be finding your brother."
Pale fingers clenched around the grip of the weapon, losing even more color in their tight grasp. "I am not a novice."
"Show me." Pein took a step back with his foot and lifted a gilt edged blade in defense. "Attack."
Itachi moved quickly in a downward slice, easily blocked by Pein. Not that he expected the man to be taken down by such a basic move, but instead used it to gauge Pein's measure.
"You attack as if you are afraid." Pein took a step back, his lavender eyes flashing dangerously in the faint light of dawn. "I thought you were angry, Itachi. Don't you want your brother back sooner rather than later? Only I can help you return him to your arms. Attack me!"
The amused words sent a tendril of annoyance though Itachi, sparking in the pain and hate stewing in his heart. Without even realizing he was moving, he sent another jab forward, this one with more speed and definite killing intent. It was blocked as well as the amusement drained from Pein's features.
"Are you feeling the hate now? Have you directed your hate at me?" Pein snarled, his body moving like water as he blocked every attack Itachi sent his way. "Are you going to ignore what I said? Emotions weaken you in battle. You won't become master of this ship with your emotions bleeding from you like a mortal wound."
Though he did not have the experience of the men aboard the ship, Itachi was not a novice when it came to swordsmanship. His father had insisted that both his children have a full education, including the use of weapons. Sasuke had always held more interest in those aspects of their education, while Itachi's interest ran towards a more passive education. Even if his interest was fueled elsewhere, he was an adept student and picked up things quicker than most.
He watched Pein's movements, mimicking the shift of his feet on the deck. His anger at being underestimated continued to burn brightly. The smirk never leaving Pein's lips, further angering him. He would kill him. He would take this ship and send it racing in the direction of his brother, saving him from the demon who spirited him away.
Their swords slammed against each other, small sparks bursting forth where they connected. Each swing angered Itachi. His father had said he was well on his way to mastering the blade. Even with that knowledge, Pein blocked him at every turn as if he was an untrained child swinging a wooden stick.
"You're a child, Itachi. What do you think you can do for your brother? At best, you would join him in whatever whorehouse Orochimaru sells him to."
Itachi's vision went red and every attempt to tamp down the anger in him was lost. He swung his sword with deadly precision towards Pein, only to have it blocked and his body forced backward to be sent sprawling across the deck. He didn't have a moment to think or even plan his next attack.
With a quick and deadly move, Pein's sword was skewering him to the deck. Disbelief preceded deep and searing pain. It was undeniably the most excruciating pain he had experienced, the exception being Sasuke's loss.
His scream echoed across the ship, causing those not watching the battle to cease their duties and stare at Pein's weapon piercing Itachi through the flesh of his shoulder. Gasps erupted through the crew, many in shock of what they were seeing happening between their captain and his cabin boy.
Red blood ran thick from beneath Itachi, spreading like spilled ink across the deck. Kisame's eyes went wide and his stepped forward with a large scowl plastered across his face. "Pein!"
"Stay back, Kisame or you'll join him," snapped Pein, never taking his eyes from the injured boy beneath him. "You asked me to teach him and so I will…but I will do it my way."
Pein lowered his body so that his lips pressed against Itachi's ear, insuring that what he said would be for Itachi's ears only. "Hate blinds us. Such emotions have their place, but not when one's life depends on it. Control your emotions and you will be far deadlier than any man aboard this vessel. Your body is built for speed, making you capable of downing three men in the time a normal man could do so to one. I've insured that you'll remember this lesson today. Hate is for philosophers, not warriors."
Pein extracted his cutlass with a sickening gush and turned to face those watching the events playing out. "Five lashes…performed by Mr. Kisame."
"Captain!" Asuma stepped forward only to have violent tempest filled eyes turned on him.
"And any man who seeks to stop it will share his punishment. He attacked thinking to take control of this ship and will suffer the punishment. Be glad it isn't twenty lashes." Pein's cold eyes drifted over every man watching.
Deidara swallowed visibly. "But captain…it was a challenge."
"And he lost, therefore must face the punishment of doing so." Pein's eyes swung to Kisame. "Isn't that correct, Mr. Kisame."
Itachi watched through a haze of pain as Kisame nodded. Some part of him was both hurt and elated that Kisame would mete out the assigned punishment. The look of frustration spreading across his face was enough to assure Itachi of Kisame's malcontent over being assigned this duty. Anger, frustration, and understanding all played across his features as the whip was transferred to his hand.
It was a struggle, but Itachi was assisted to his feet while Asuma and Baki moved to hold him aloft and tug his shirt from his body to prevent it from being ripped to shreds by the whip.
Pein caught Kisame's hand as he drew back for the first swing. "Don't scar him."
"You better know what you are doing, Pein; because I'm sore tempted to turn this whip on you."
Pein barked a mirthless laugh. "It would not be the first time I tasted the lash. After his punishment, take him to Dan for a patch up, then put him to work."
Asuma pushed a bit of leather between Itachi's teeth. "Bite down, lad, so you don't bite off your tongue. This is going to hurt, but Kisame will make sure not to cut deep."
Itachi latched onto the leather just as Kisame's first stroke fell across the smooth skin of his back. It was like burning flame thrown across his shoulders. It seared through his skin and deep into his soul. The pain was so intense, he was unable to hold back the garbled cry from around the leather.
Each stroke seemed to grow in intensity. His back was afire with the agony of it. Though only five strokes, it seemed like an eternity before the last fell across his back and he slumped into the arms of the men holding him aloft. Immediately large, warm arms enveloped him and lifted him as if he were a child.
"I'm sorry," whispered Kisame against his temple as he carried him below to where Dan was waiting to sew up the seeping wound in Itachi's shoulder.
"What was the point of this?" muttered Dan as he cleaned the would piercing Itachi's shoulder, by far the worst of them.
Kisame folded his arms across his broad chest and grunted. "It was proving a point."
"What point?"
Itachi lifted his gaze to meet Kisame's stare. "A point that I am weak."
"No." Kisame stroked a callused hand across Itachi's unmarred shoulder. "A point that your anger will not return Sasuke to you. You'll need your wits and skill. Anger only serves to impair the senses."
Itachi shuddered at the scratchy feel of Kisame's hardened hand stroking his uninjured shoulder, mindful of the stinging stripes now marking his back. Deny though he might, he was intrigued and comforted by the touch. He welcomed it despite the throbbing pain in his shoulder and the equally stinging ache on his back.
"Damn…that captain has the precision of a surgeon," snorted Dan as he attended to Itachi's shoulder. "I doubt even you could stab the boy through the shoulder and not hit something important."
Kisame gave a slight chuckle. "My talents aren't for precision strikes, but for brute force."
Itachi's eyes lifted to Kisame. "Brute?"
"I'm not fast enough for quick attacks…but mine do much more damage." Kisame hand moved from Itachi's shoulder to the lengths of hair spilling free from the tie. His fingers took a few of the inky strands between his fingers.
"I saw you fight." Itachi stared at Kisame. "You were fast."
Kisame chuckled faintly. "You have yet to see Pein battle. He is twice as fast and even more deadly."
"Whatever the case, you'll hurt like a son of a bitch for a few days, but you'll heal well. I've packed the wound with some herb paste that will encourage healing." Dan turned Itachi to glance over his back and grunted in satisfaction at only one of the lashes having broke the skin. "This is talented work, Kisame. I'm surprised you were able to keep them so light, but still harsh enough to satisfy Pein's judgment."
Kisame scoffed, a tinge of regret visible in his expression. "I still broke the skin."
"You could have destroyed his back. I think you did admirable." Dan nodded to Kisame. "I think he's good to go. He's going hurt like hell and you shouldn't have him doing any heavy lifting to avoid pulling the stitches."
Kisame nodded to Dan and assisted Itachi to his feet. "Come on. I'll set you to knotting netting."

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Kisame watched Itachi frown and struggle with the knots under Deidara's tutelage. Odd though he was, Deidara was quite adept at knotting the netting. According to him, there was an art to it and there were times he screamed violently at some of their fellow crew members for knotting the wrong way. At least Itachi was kept busy without straining his arm as was Pein's order.
He had hoped to dispel thoughts of the boy from his mind with the talents of a whore. Instead of pushing them aside, he had assisted in their coup of his imagination. Throughout his entire time with the whore, his thoughts continued to focus on Itachi. The orgasm he experienced was unusually hard, aided by thoughts of a small mouth spread wide over the tip of his bulbous cock.
It was Itachi's lips sucking him down. It was Itachi's fingers teasing his balls. It was Itachi's throat that swallowed as he spent himself hard and violently.
"Fuck," he groaned, bringing a large hand to his face.
Never had anyone affected him to this degree. It was Itachi's attractiveness, but also his masculinity. Every day he seemed to fill out more and more, growing into the man he would eventually become. The hard physical aspect of a sailor's life would aid in making him all the more physically imposing even if his body size never reached that of Kisame.
He couldn't stop the small chuckle. Few men ever reached his size. Itachi would always be small, almost petite appearing, next to Kisame. But, that was fine. He liked being big because it allowed him to protect those close to him even if he was overly cautious when dealing with his sexual needs. There was always that niggling fear of harming his partner. Men tore a bit easier than women, especially when fucking without oil. He had a taste for both sexes, but being with men was especially delicious. The feel of hard muscles where women possessed soft curves was a delightful contrast, though it was rarely more than a quick fuck. He could not recall if he had ever spent any length of time touching, tasting, or making slow love to a man. With Itachi, he wanted him in all possible ways and it was frustrating him.
He funneled his fingers through his hair and glanced behind him towards the captain's quarters. A small tendril of anger rushed though him at the memory. Though it wasn't spoken, Pein's order for Kisame to handle the lashes was a lesson for him as well. It was a warning that his own emotions could interfere with things if he allowed them to. It didn't stop him from growling at the ruthless nature Pein displayed. It was a rare showing of just how dangerous a man he was. The crew would not dare risk a coup against him after seeing the display.
Most were loyal, having been with him for several years. There were only a few younger members who might consider mutiny and today's display of punishment for such a minor offense was enough to keep them in line until Pein had their devout loyalty as well.
"You're angry."
Speak of the devil was an appropriate phrase. Instead of answering, Kisame merely grunted. It was best to keep his thoughts on the matter to himself for now.
"You're foolish for having attached yourself to the boy." Pein bit down hard on the end of his pipe and gave a few deep puffs. "But, I'll bargain with you. Keep your lusts to yourself until we reach berth. Once on the island, do whatever you want to the boy as long as he is unharmed and ready to learn."
"Still going on about that shit of turning over the captaincy?"
Pein shrugged. "Konan mentioned that she wanted to start a family. If we don't start soon, we will lose our chance. I'm twenty-eight and Konan isn't much younger. I would like to know my children instead of being a stranger who visits twice a year when he comes home to the island."
Kisame understood the need for a home. A home was more than a stone structure filled with furnishings. It was a place filled with those one loved. Konan was Pein's home. He dreaded the thought of what type of man he would be without her.
His eyes slid to where Deidara was in the process of screeching at Itachi, fact of which he was obviously ignoring and enraging Deidara all the more. He chuckled faintly. Itachi was quickly becoming someone he wanted to call home.
"Ship ahoy!" Shikamaru called down from his post in the crow's nest. "It's coming astern captain and fast."
Pein dumped the ash from his pipe and moved to quickly climb halfway up the rigging for a better look of the approaching ship. He withdrew his spyglass from a satchel at his waist and looked towards the ship. "It's not flying colors."
Kisame frowned and moved to the stern of the ship. "None?"
"Pirates attacking pirates," mused Asuma. "If its coming this fast, it's after the [i]Cloud[/i]."
Kisame concurred. "Mr. Baki! Ready the cannons below."
Pein jumped down from his position on the rigging and took the steps two at a time to his cabin, Kisame on his heels. "Damn it. The fates are determined to delay my return home."
"It will just make the return all the sweeter," joked Kisame. "Orders, Captain?"
Pein prowled from the cabin. "Steady as she goes, Mr. Asuma. Ready your arms, men. This ship is fast, but that means her offensive capacity is limited. We'll blow her from the water."
"Yeah!" screamed the crew, many already brandishing their weapons.
Kisame jumped from the upper deck and handed off a cutlass to Itachi along with several of his daggers. "Stay close to me."
"It's a bloody Oriental ship," relayed Shikamaru. "What the hell is it doing so far south west?"
"To the cannons!" Pein stomped to the stern and watched the approaching ship. "We'll blast her from the water."
Kisame nodded to Itachi and moved to hold onto the rigging near the edge of the ship. "It's faster than any ship I've ever seen. What sort of fool would dare attack this ship?" mused Kisame as the ship pulled into position near the Cloud.
The ship was fast, but it was also light. There were only the minimum cannons gracing its sides. This ship was definitely altered for speed.
"Fire!" cried out Pein. "Blast it from the water!"
Instead of firing their few cannons in retaliation, the crew of the mysterious ship immediately cast boarding lines and moved to swing aboard without so much as a word, only screams of battle. The leader, a dark haired man with long braided hair to his waist led the assault without so much as a reason. It did not take long to realize that the men of the attacking ship were not equals to the sailors under Pein. These men had no chance in succeeding with their attack...they were not warriors and their deaths would come with little difficulty.
AN: This site is now caught up with AO3. 20 ch.s are written and will be posted eventually.
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Seaswept	By : Daydreamer79 Category: Naruto > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 1959 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Seaswept