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Seaswept
By : Daydreamer79
Category: Naruto > Threesomes/Moresomes
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Itachi slid into the shadows as the motley crew of the attacking ship boarded with no thought to their lives or even to how interactions in the ocean were handled. They gave no sign of caring if their ship was destroyed by the Cloud's guns. There were rules to a certain degree when attacking and defending a ship and none of these men seemed aware of how things were done. He watched their thoughtless attacks and useless battle cries against the Crimson Cloud's more experienced sailors all the while his mind attempting to reason out as to why such a ragtag group of obviously inexperienced men would chose to attack a fully stocked and armed ship of the Crimson Cloud's caliber.
These would-be pirates looked to be nothing more than fishermen judging from their dress and the obvious tan from working daily in the glaring sun. Having grown up in a coastal village, it was not difficult for Itachi to pick our the tell-tale signs of their profession. While no pirate crew was alike, they tended to wear similar dress. These sailors were all shoeless with hand patched shirts and ragged trousers. Their skin was tanned leathery and their eyes lacking the hard edge found amongst those aboard the Crimson Cloud. The lack of scars and the skittish way they wielded their weapons only added to his supposition.
Even despite their easy board, there was no hope for the success. They fought bravely, he supposed, but fell quickly. All but one.
Itachi's eyes narrowed on the leader of the subdued crew. Pein was facing him in nearly a one on one battle. The crew and those subdued watched in silent awe as two dangerous men circled each other like tigers preparing to pounce.
This man was no fisherman. His skin was smooth and his hair well cared for. Even his clothes differed from that of the crew, having smooth lines and professionally sewn seams. It was a curious mystery as to his reason for taking on a crew such as this when he obviously came from wealth and could possibly hire a much more suitable ship and crew.
"Don't kill them," yelled Pein to the crew. "Their fates will be tied to that of their captain."
Itachi cocked his head and watched the man draw his sword. Pein was apparently in a gambling mood today. Or perhaps he knew when battling a lost cause, giving hope to an already defeated crew would end the battle with less opposition. He was a difficult man to read on a good day—a mixture of ruthlessness and compassion.
He lifted his hand to his wounded shoulder and winced. His own lesson was burning not just his shoulder, but his insides as well. A part of him wanted to see Pein fall at the hands of this stranger. Another dreaded the thought. For who would teach him to follow in such a ruthless and calculating man's footsteps but the man himself.
Watching Pein move with the fluid grace of the ocean brought into crystal clarity the massive difference between his skill level and that of his captain. It was to such a degree, he might as well have been standing still and unarmed during their short 'lesson.' They were leagues apart and it only served to spur Itachi's desire to learn. It went against his nature, but he found his eyes following each movement while his heart secretly cheered for Pein to come from this victorious.
He had always held to a pacifistic nature, preferring books and intellect over physical actions. Now, he found himself wanting to merge the two to become someone capable of bringing Sasuke back, or if need be, avenge him. He was not an avenger, but his heart would not allow him to push aside thought of his brother being abused by the slaver, Orochimaru. His brother was worth sacrificing his self and soul. And he would do so willingly.
Itachi's eyes tracked the movement of both men, Pein ducking and parrying a swipe of the other's cutlass. He moved for another attack, but the man's quick movement's evaded the strike. It was obvious the stronger swordsman was Pein, yet the man pressed forward again and again with determined swipes. There was killing intent in his attacks; his weak sword skill being his downfall.
In a barely perceivable movement by Pein, the sword gripped in his opponent's hand was forced to the ground and skittered away from his immediate vicinity. Instead of admitting defeat and begging mercy as many would do, the pale eyed man pressed forward with only his hands. His flattened palms moved forward like a dagger, evading Pein's cutlass and moving in for an attack.
The crew watched raptly at the battle and that Pein was giving the man an extremely wide berth, making it difficult for him to counter with his blade. It should have been an easy kill, but it was not. Pein was now on the defensive. Or appeared to be.
Kisame moved to step in until Pein raised a hand. "Stop. This is mine to fight."
Pale blue eyes rolled skyward and he took position near Itachi. "He's a fool."
Itachi's gaze slid from the dual to Kisame. "Why?"
"He's giving that man a chance to escape with his life." Kisame gestured to the group of makeshift marauders watching the dual just as raptly as the crew. "You don't bring a crew made of fishermen to take on a ship of seasoned pirates unless you have nothing to lose. Men with nothing to lose are dangerous."
"Why would he have nothing to lose?"
Kisame hummed under his breath. "Hard to say. Some men are like me, and fight for every scrap they get. And then some are like you, and fight for something precious."
Itachi looked away and to the man. He was in a battle for his life. There was something he wanted so badly that he was willing to sacrifice the lives of a small fishing ship upgraded into a speed vessel as well as his own life. It was easy to relate to him to a certain degree.
Pein lowered his blade with a smirk. "I'm a bit tired. I think we should end this."
Pale eyes narrowed and a long black braid was tossed over his shoulder. "You speak like the bastard you are."
Pein's brows arched into the bandana wrapped securely around his head. "Pardon me, but you speak as if we are acquainted."
The strangely pale eyes drew downward to match the tightened lips. His movements were martial arts in origin. Some of the movement were reminiscent of those taught to Itachi by his father. His eyes followed each desperate strike. They were not any style he knew on sight but it was obvious from the design of the ship, and the man's physical appearance he was from the east.
"Don't act like you don't know who I am."
Pein sighed and leaned on his sword. "I'm not foolish enough not to recognize the movements of the Hyuuga clan or the eyes. And equally smart enough not to get within touching distance. I am sorry to resort to this, but I don't lose."
"You speak as if you don't know what you have done! Only a select few knew of our hidden cove and village. You and Captain Jiraiya were amongst those few outsiders who did and now it is ruins." Pale eyes flared dangerously. "I, Neji of the Hyuuga clan call you to answer for the destruction you wrought."
Pein's lavender eyes grew hard and shifted from Neji to those amongst Neji's crew who still lived. "Again…I am sorry."
Pein reached into his sash and withdrew his loaded pistol. There was scarce a breaths passing of time as he raised it towards his opponent and fired it with a loud explosion of gunpowder and smoke.
Shock spread across the man's face as crimson leaked through his shirt. He fell to his knees, looking up at Pein in hurt and anger. "You do not…fight with honor."
Pein turned his back to the man laying on the deck, blood leaking from his chest. "No…I don't. Kisame."
Kisame moved from where he stood near Itachi and to Pein's side. "Aye, Captain?"
"Put that ragtag crew in their ship and send them on their way. If they have anything valuable take it, leaving just enough food for them to reach land." Pein's eyes slid to the man sprawled out on the deck, his blood running thick and red. "Keep him. He's a Hyuuga. He might be of some use. Have Dan patch him up but for God's sake, keep his hands bound."
Pein wiped the gunpowder from his hand with his sash. He did not spare a single glance towards the injured man lying unconscious on the deck. Hooded eyes were the only sign he felt anything.
"About what he said?"
"I'll take him to Jiraiya. He can decide what to do with him." Pein lifted his gaze to the distant horizon. "I only want to reach home and Konan as quickly as possible."
Kisame nodded and glanced to where Dan was kneeling beside the unconscious Neji. "Itachi, help Dan get him below."
Itachi moved from the shadows and between the two of them, they were able to drag the limp body down the stairs towards the surgery. He watched as Dan set to work, first tying the limp wrists to the table followed by the legs.
"It's to keep him from moving about. If he wakes up while I'm removing the ball, he'll be in a world of pain," explained Dan. "Also, this man is a Hyuuga. He can kill with a single attack."
"With his hands?" asked Itachi. "I have never heard of Hyuuga."
Dan shrugged. "That is not surprising. They enjoy their privacy."
"He spoke of his village being destroyed."
"That is not for me to say. Jiraiya will decide if what he speaks is true," explained Dan. "Now, cut away his shirt while I get my instruments."
Dan removed a small wrapped cloth and inside silver instruments of strange design. To Itachi's eyes, they looked more like something from the imagination than useful in reality.
Each silver instrument was lifted to the light of the lamp and examined before being set aside. Dan's hands were cautious and steady as he checked for chips or imperfections in his instruments. "Go retrieve a bucket of fresh water from the hold and then bring it back to me."
Itachi nodded, snatched the bucket hanging on the wall with his uninjured arm, and followed the sparsely hung lanterns into the darkness. The barrels of water were kept mostly separate from food stuff that could spoil or leak. He dipped the bucket into the water and withdrew it while staring off into the darkness.
Memories of Sasuke beat away at him and for a moment, he allowed himself to grieve. In this same darkened hold, he and Sasuke had clung to each other and life. Now his brother was lost in an ocean far larger than he could ever fathom.
Itachi's eyes closed, his body beginning to shake at the emotions threatening to drown him. If not for the touch of a hand to his shoulder, he would have remained lost in the darkness of his mind.
He turned to see Kisame's large frame filling the doorway into the hold storage. "Water for Dan."
Kisame nodded, his hand remaining on Itachi's shoulder. "It is alright to grieve."
Itachi shook his head, his eyes tearless. "Sasuke is not dead."
A sharky smile spread across Kisame's large features and he lowered his head so that their noses nearly touched. Dark eyes met pale and there was understanding. "Good. Keep that determination."
Itachi paused and stared at Kisame. He understood the need to save Sasuke. "Will you teach me?"
"Pein will teach you," explained Kisame.
Itachi lifted a hand to the shimmer of the blades lining diagonal across Kisame's chest. "These. I want to know how to kill from a distant."
Kisame heaved a sigh and lifted a hand to stroke over the back of his neck. "You don't want to fight with knives. It's bloody and really only useful if you plan to kill."
Itachi wrapped his thin fingers around the leather strap and tugged Kisame. "I want to learn everything. Every way to kill."
"You aren't a killer," argued Kisame. "I'll do your killing for you."
Itachi frowned and looked curiously at Kisame. His head cocked slightly and he tried to understand what he was being told. "I need to know how to kill. Please, Kisame."
Kisame jerked as if burned. His eyes took on a strange gleam and his body shifted closer.
Itachi could smell his breath, a faint mixture of rum and mint. It curled around his senses and for a moment he was unsure of what to do. On instinct, he moved closer to breath in the scent of sea wind and mint when Kisame stepped away, leaving him strangely bereft and uncertain of why his heart seemed lodged in his throat.
"When we get to Tsunade Island, I'll teach you to fight with knives," he conceded. "Get that water to Dan and then get to cleaning the blood topside before it dries and stains the wood."
Itachi flinched at the hard tone and quickly moved past Kisame with the bucket. His insides twisted when he realized that for a moment with Kisame, he had forgotten Sasuke. Sasuke, who was the most precious to him, was an afterthought under the closeness of Kisame.
"Thank you, Itachi. I'll handle the rest," said Dan when the bucket of fresh water was placed at his side.
Itachi nodded and turned to head topside, his mind still whirling with confusion. He could still feel Kisame's strangely pale eyes bearing into him. His scent seemed stuck in his nostrils and the heat from his hand on his shoulder a comfort. All his senses but taste were in a cyclone of confusion.
"Clean up that shit, boy."
Itachi jerked and glanced towards Baki. "Apologies."
"Just get it cleaned up." Baki tossed an empty bucket to Itachi and moved to begin climbing the rigging.
"Ignore him," smirked Deidara. "He is fit to be pissed because he lost all his money gambling before he could pay for a woman's arms around him."
Itachi shifted his gaze to Deidara. "Why would he do that?"
"Because he's a man. Isn't that what the religious folks say, men are flawed."
The wind shifted, causing Itachi's lightly tied hair to shift over his shoulder, catching Deidara's eye. He moved and lifted a hand to sift through the silk locks. "I've seen the way Kisame looks at you. He's all but claimed you."
"Claimed?" Itachi frowned, unsure if he understood the word.
Deidara clicked his tongue and placed a hand in the same place Kisame had earlier. "Shame on him for not making his desires known."
Itachi shivered under the touch and move to discard it. Deidara's touch was not as comforting or pleasant as Kisame's. It was not unpleasant, but he found himself not wanting it to linger any longer than necessary.
Deidara shrugged a shoulder and grinned. "Shame."
He moved in close so that his breath wafted across Itachi's face. A finger trailed down his cheek and paused at the thrumming pulse at the base of his throat. "If you change your mind, I'll be a much gentler lover than Kisame."
To insure his point was understood, Deidara swiped his tongue across Itachi's cheek and turned with a cheeky grin to his duties. His eyes twinkled with amusement at the dumbfounded look spreading across Itachi's features.
Itachi wasn't so young and innocent to not know about copulation. His father had explained the specifics of it to him in preparation for his eventual marriage. He had masturbated since he was thirteen. Men and women he understood, but two men was something he was uncertain of. Shikamaru and Asuma had spoken of Deidara and Hidan using each other between ports to satiate their natural lusts, but still—
He swallowed the lump in his throat and knelt beside the drying blood. His hand dipped a brush into a cool sea water filled bucket and began scrubbing the deck with as much force as he could manage without straining his injured shoulder. It was a mindless task for his thoughts were completely focused on Deidara's words.
His gaze sought out and found Kisame speaking with Asuma at the helm. Kisame did not want him as a man would a woman. Deidara was simply speaking that way to confuse him, perhaps hoping he would run to Kisame or Pein with the issue. It was nothing that his stomach jumped each time Kisame spoke.
"Itachi!" Pein stood at the balcony below the helm. "Finish up and fetch Dan. We have things to discuss concerning our new guest aboard the ship."
Itachi nodded and returned to his duty. He would think more on the issue later when he was less burdened by the barrage of thoughts.

oOo

Sasuke leaned against Juugo for the warmth provided by his large frame. Several days had passed in quick succession; though locked below, he was unable to judge the true passage of time. It quite possibly could have been shorter or longer than his initial estimation. He was only able to pass the time with Juugo and their mutual attempt to teach each other to speak.
He wasn't as talented with language as Itachi, but Juugo was patient with him and he was picking up the language slowly but surely while helping Juugo learn some of his own. They had little else to do in the dark, dank, and nightmarish hole they were trapped in. Focusing on words seemed appropriate to distract.
His eyes shifted to those huddled in the spaces surrounding them. Those in the tight cages surrounding the one he and Juugo shared seemed frightened of Juugo. They gave him wide berth, going so far as to refuse to look on him even when hidden in the shadows. It was a mystery what someone as quiet and gentle as Juugo had done to earn such fear from his fellow slaves.
Sasuke ran a small finger down a particularly nasty scar running the length of Juugo's arm. The condition of Juugo's body made him curious of how he still lived. His body was large and muscular, but the scars covering nearly every inch of visible skin caused Sasuke's stomach to turn—not in disgust at Juugo, but more so in anger directed at those that put him in this state. Even the most vile criminal did not deserve to undergo such physical abuse.
The bolt to the door leading topside shifted and light flickered into the darkness. Kabuto strolled through the bodies, his hand pressing a handkerchief to his nose as he worked towards the cages in the back. He didn't pause until he stood before their cage, looking in with an amused smirk at the way Sasuke curled into Juugo's body.
"Orochimaru wants you, boy." Kabuto's gaze drifted over Sasuke's filth covered body. "Come on."
Juugo gave a small growl and pushed Sasuke even further behind him. "Sasuke stays with me."
"Stand aside, whipping boy, or else I'll see you get twenty lashes for defying. This boy is going to Orochimaru for examination." Kabuto opened the cage and grabbed Sasuke by the arm, wrenching him hard enough that his shoulder popped loudly.
Juugo went livid. If there was such a thing as eyes becoming red in anger, Juugo's formerly gentle eyes did so. His calm brown irises darkened and his pupils dilated such that his eyes took on an animal-like look. A feral growl erupted from his chest and he charged at Kabuto with such force, Sasuke feared for his own life as well.
Kabuto screamed, threw Sasuke to the ground, and pulled a flog from the belt at his waist. If anything the strikes landing on Juugo's flesh did naught but fire the monster currently on display. It was a futile retaliation to Juugo's advance and he was wise enough to turn and race towards the exit.
The packed bodies of the slaves held inside the ship shouted and screamed out at Juugo's rebellion, more than willing to lend their voices to his cause. Voices raised to such a degree that mirroring shouts from the upper decks met that of slave vocals in equal tandem.
Kabuto pushed through the doors leading to the upper deck and stumbled out just as Juugo's fist slammed into the wood below. "Chain him," he screamed.
Sasuke raced after Juugo, only to find seven men were required to hold him down while chains were fastened to his arms and ankles. Still despite it all, he screamed out like a lunatic and sought to lunge for Kabuto's panting frame. The swings were filled with malice and killing intent.
"Stop!" screamed Sasuke, his skinny arms beating against Kabuto while screaming in a mixture of languages.
Kabuto lifted an arm and backhanded Sasuke with enough force to send him sprawling to the deck. "Never attack your betters or you will end up like him."
"What is all the noise about, Kabuto?"
Kabuto turned and gave a small bow to the slender man exiting the ornate doors to the rear of the ship. "Orochimaru…sir."
Orochimaru's golden eyes drifted from Kabuto to Sasuke and then halted on where Juugo was still being held down by several crew members. "Kabuto…would you care to explain what is going on here?"
"Juugo went wild again."
Sasuke turned his gaze to Orochimaru. "Let him go!
Orochimaru's brow lifted and he cocked his head slightly. "Ah…the language of my youth."
"Orders, sir?"
Orochimaru sent Sasuke a dark smirk. "Thirty lashes or until he dies. Whichever comes first."
Orochimaru snared a hand into Sasuke's dirt clumped hair and pulled him close so that he could hear every word he spoke. "Remember this well, boy, or share his fate."
"No!" screamed Sasuke, his body attempted to lunge towards Juugo, only to be held in place by the strong, slender hands gripping his shoulders so hard bruises were sure to remain afterwards.
Men struggled to tie Juugo to the mast, wrapping his arms tightly with the chain. He fought valiantly, but was all to easily subdued and chained. In the light of day, his back was a myriad of marks, pale against the natural tan of his skin. They crisscrossed his back in slashes of white over his back, buttocks and to just above his knees.
"Juugo!" Sasuke struggled against the grip holding him in place. "Stop!"
"Begin," hissed Orochimaru.
A large brawny man with several scars dotting his thickly muscled chest strode from the crowd of sailors, a nine tailed whip clenched in his hand. He gave a small nod in Orochimaru's direction before swinging back with his arm and sending the cat flying across Juugo's back.
Instantly wounds opened where the flails landed, though no cry was uttered. The body strapped to the mast gave only a small jerk with each violent landing of the lash. His muscles clenched around the pole and sweat dotted his body.
"You see, Juugo has been whipped so badly, he has no feeling in his back. So that gentleman there must strike harder to make sure he feels it. Though it is doubtful he will survive this sentence," purred Orochimaru in the language of Sasuke's birth.
Sasuke watched as blood dripped thickly down Juugo's back and across his thighs. Skin was literally being filleted from his body with each strike. And there was nothing he could do to stop the massacre.
"Ahoy! Ship approaching off the port bow."
Orochimaru scowled and glanced towards the fast approaching ship. "Out run them, you fools."
"They have the wind and are too close to outrun, Lord Orochimaru," answered a sailor and earning a backhand for his trouble.
"Then ready the guns and blast them from the water."
In the excitement, Sasuke wrenched free of Orochimaru and rushed to Juugo's side. Blood trickled from his dry, cracked lips where he had bitten the interior to keep from crying out. The madness was gone from his eyes, leaving only the Juugo Sasuke had come to rely on.
"Juugo?" Sasuke whispered in hopes of him understanding his questioning eyes.
"It's the British Royal Navy!" shouted a sailor moments before the deafening blasts began. "Their lining up for an attack!"
"Brace for cannon fire!"
Sasuke flinched as the cannons began to explode, one of the first being a chain shot from the naval vessel that took out the mast scant feet above Juugo's head. There was a loud snap as the mast tumbled over, splinters exploding in all directions followed by a heavy splash and shaking of the ship.
Fear rushed through Sasuke. He latched onto Juugo's thick thigh and closed his eyes at the shouts and screams. He did not want to see this. He wanted Itachi, and tears burst forth from his eyes with the knowledge that he would probably die soon.
The smell of gunpowder and blood was thick in his nose, causing him to hazard a glance at the fighting. He gaped at what he saw. The crew of Orochimaru's ship clashed swords with those of uniformed men now boarding the mauled ship.
Laying about him were men, both those of the sailors and those attacking. A cutlass lay discarded by its master's body and Sasuke was quick to snatch it up in an attempt to use it to cut Juugo's chains.
"Run," whispered Juugo, his body hanging limp around what remained of the mast.
Sasuke shook his head and clenched his skinny arms around Juugo. He would not leave him. There was nowhere to run even if he wished it.
"I claim this ship and all its spoils for His Majesty."
Sasuke's shuddered and glanced in the direction of the voice. The man dressed in a uniform stared down at the collection of what remained of Orochimaru's crew, including Orochimaru.
"You are under arrest for dealing in the sell of flesh."
Orochimaru growled low in his throat. "There is no crime in the selling of the negro."
The one eyed captain of the naval vessel smiled happily and crossed his arms. "True, true…but the crown looks poorly on those who sell the flesh of the paler persuasion."
"Take him and what is left of the crew to the brig. They have a royal invitation for a short drop and a quick stop." A single dark eye darted over the deck before landing on Sasuke where he clung desperately to Juugo. "And what have we here?"
He moved to Sasuke, causing him to cling even more desperately to Juugo. "My name is Kakashi."
Sasuke blinked at the man. His fingers dug into Juugo and he gave a shudder.
A hand lifted to the captain's chest. "Kakashi."
A pink tongue darted out to moisten Sasuke's lips. "Name…Sasuke."
Kakashi smiled and glanced at Juugo. "Your friend?"
Sasuke pressed tighter to Juugo. "Juugo."
"Don't hurt him," panted Juugo against what remained of the mast. "He can't speak English."
Kakashi folded his arms across his chest and cocked his head. "Well Sasuke…would you like to come with me?"
To be continued…
AN: Remember, italicized dialog means it is spoken in Japanese. Please enjoy.
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Seaswept	By : Daydreamer79 Category: Naruto > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 1959 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Seaswept