Conquest

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Chapter 9
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Dinner at the Uchiha’s was always an uncomfortable affair. And that night, as Sasuke sat on one end of the long table, was no different. Their business selling high tech computer software had not only made them extremely wealthy, but it had invariably gone to the Uchihas’ heads.


Sasuke was dressed for the part of being the son of a well off business man such as Uchiha Fugaku and he certainly seemed to be playing his role well enough. Money changed people, it had changed Fugaku, it had changed his mother, and as a young child it had certainly changed the youngest Uchiha’s opinion of himself. However, the elder brother, Itachi? Well he was just plain fucked in the head.


The meal was being served by a caterer; Sasuke couldn’t recall what the occasion was. It didn’t matter though, despite the fact that Fugaku had indulged his youngest child’s wishes to continue his education at something that was almost certainly a dead-end money wise, which did not mean his opinion would be taken much into consideration.


Uchiha Fugaku had another son in which he could bestow all his expectations and pride and what not. There was nothing quite like being brought up in an arrogant rich family.


The elder brother had a cruel streak within him and evidently that had manifested tonight. Sasuke was sitting in a stunned sort of silence. His hand still grasping his wine glass loosely, his food had been untouched for perhaps ten minutes and no one but Itachi had seemed to notice the statuesque appearance of the youngest male.


You will quit your education now, you’ve been allowed far too much leeway, it’s time you joined Itachi at the company.


The words were still ringing around Sasuke’s mind in a disjointed fashion. He couldn’t do that. He didn’t want to do that. Looking into his older brother’s dark eyes, ones that usually held so much disdain for him; he felt he could make out the amusement there. He was sure that an extra line had been added to the corner of Itachi’s mouth indicating his cruel mirth. But it was all gone again when his dry eyes blinked.


Mikoto was indicating that dessert should be served, Fugaku had excused himself to take a call and Itachi’s eyes were as cold and dead as they usually were. Sasuke’s hand trembled as he removed the appendage before it broke the glass that he was holding. What had he expected exactly? To be overlooked completely? Well, why not? It had always been that way after all. And now when he felt like his life had reached a niche, when colour had been added, it all seemed to slip away in an offhand sentence. Offhand perhaps, but with finality to it.


It was rare that Sasuke’s thoughts screamed at him to do the opposite of what Fugaku wanted. At the moment, it had seemed as if all the voices had united under their common interest and screamed ‘NO’ throughout his mind. It was with a heady rush that his mouth formed that single syllable. But no sound came out.


Itachi’s elegant eyebrow was raised, “Something bothering you, Sasuke?” He took a sip of his wine, not looking particularly interested in hearing an answer.


And then the syllable found purchase in sound, “No.”


‘YES’ cried his apparently unified voices, and Sasuke’s eyebrows furrowed in his confusion. Why was he so resolute about staying in his profession? Yes, he enjoyed it and he was passionate about it. However, a good proportion of his life had been about pleasing his father, the man currently talking in a frustrated manner, voice booming from the next room. Completely clueless about the dilemma he had placed on his son.


“It was about time you gave up with this foolishness anyway, Father is right,” Itachi spoke smoothly, continuing their one sided conversation as he cut up the slice of ham on his plate.


Sasuke’s eyes narrowed at his brother. When had his hatred for the man intensified to such an extent? He gave a nod of his head while his fists clenched beneath the table, the bones appearing white through the skin.


It wasn’t foolishness, Sasuke’s mind thought childishly. After all these years his emotions concerning his brother remained mixed and even more than the attention of his father, he desired Itachi’s. Constant rejection at an early age had left such a psychological effect on his poor mind that Sasuke often wondered who was more fucked up. No, Itachi still won that vote.


As his mind absently sorted out the reasons for his warring thoughts, his hands cut up his meat, and on automatic he chewed the food. Yes, so okay, Kakashi was actually a good teacher he grudgingly admitted but he wasn’t worth fighting tooth and nail to stay as his PhD student. And yes Maito Gai was alright in small doses. Really small doses. Other PhD students he didn’t feel any attachment to.


Then the vision of vivid blue eyes swam before his own. Sasuke-whore letting out a smirking ‘hn’ as he choked on his drink.


His eyes watered slightly as he felt his throat constrict and relax.


“You should go easy on the wine, little brother; you obviously can’t handle your alcohol very well,” Itachi didn’t know how right he was.


Before Sasuke could snipe back his own response, Sasuke-whore provided the wonderful sensation of a thumb running across his lips. He didn’t know why he had thought that and he worried at his bottom lip in an unconscious gesture.


Now it was whisker marks stretched across tanned cheeks. The idiot was still taking up residence in Sasuke’s mind. Sasuke-whore seemed to be squeezing the image of Naruto, humping it at random intervals and then looking pathetically back at the true owner of Sasuke’s mind. ‘Gimme’ was written all over the little whore’s face. The youngest Uchiha resisted the urge to sigh dramatically as he pinched the bridge of his nose.


When Fugaku returned to the table, Sasuke rose from his seat. It took a great of courage to raise his ass from that chair, but he did it.


“I want to carry on with my education.” He spoke as firmly as he could, and kept his eyes trained on his father’s. Itachi had sat back in his chair, arms folded across his slim chest, and Mikoto let out an audible gasp. Uchihas did not stand up to their fathers.


Fugaku eyed his youngest son. He hadn’t seen determination like that on an Uchiha’s face in a very long time. “Very well, if you’re so adamant about this, you won’t need my money any longer now, will you?” Determination was good, yes, but that didn’t mean he was going to make things easier on the boy.


Sasuke’s eyes widened a miniscule fraction. That was a condition he could accept. He nodded his head.


“Good, now let’s enjoy the rest of this meal shall we?” The conversation was dismissed.


And all the voices in Sasuke’s head simultaneously started clapping.


Sasuke sat down, his limbs a little stiff from shaking. His eyes shifted over to his brother’s impassive face. Which was a little too impassive. Itachi seemed to be exercising an enormous amount of control; the only thing that gave him away was that he was holding his dessert spoon as if he’d like to stab something with it.


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The door opened and Kakashi’s masked face peered out from behind. The sight that greeted his single eye made it curve even further. His cute little TA stood on the doorstep, a packed suitcase beside him and a duffel bag slung over one shoulder.

The wind ruffled up Sasuke’s bangs, the spikes at the back looking increasingly like that of a farmyard bird. He also had the pinched expression of a Chihuahua which only served to brighten the professor’s face more.


“Yo! Sasuke, what can I do for you?” Kakashi’s eye shut completely as he beamed. Of course he could clearly see what the young man wanted. But there was nothing like good old fashioned Sasuke-torture late in the evening.


“I need a place to stay,” replied Sasuke curtly.


“Oh?” Kakashi wasn’t about to give in so easily. There were so few instances when he could tease his TA these days (mostly due to the fact that he was never on time to their scheduled meetings) that he felt he ought to milk this for all it was worth.


A gust of wind whistled by and still silence prevailed. It was like a photo snap of time. Sasuke’s unyielding expression changed as little as Kakashi’s closed eyed smile.


“Now Sasuke, unless you can tell me a heartfelt, endearing tale of woe, I don’t see any reason to let you into my home. My nice, warm home.” Kakashi’s mild tone had no effect on the statuesque Sasuke, who could have been frozen from the cold or the fact that he was going to have to plead his way into the house.


More silence passed, with more whistling wind and even a slight shiver from Sasuke.


“You said that I could always come to you with my problems.” Sasuke gritted out, it was obviously quite painful for the poor boy to say that sentence. Kakashi’s mouth twitched upwards in sympathy.


The door was still partially open and the professor’s head was still peering around it.


“Well of course, now what is the problem?”


Sasuke had obviously thought that that teeth pulling sentence had been enough as his pupils dilated slightly in surprise.


“Maa… come now Sasuke, I’m giddy that you’ve come to me with your ‘problem’ but maybe you can elaborate or would you rather I assumed?”


The masked man watched with great delight as Sasuke’s frame stood stiffer than ever. It wasn’t that he hated his student. On the contrary, Kakashi enjoyed watching the young boy blossom into a beautiful rose under his single eye. Sasuke would have probably transferred universities had he known that Kakashi likened him to a flower.


“Itachi and I had an argument. I’ve moved out.” Sasuke’s lips moved a minuscule amount as he spoke.


“Well, I can see that.” Kakashi was a genius after all.


“I need a place to stay,” Sasuke reiterated.


“Mm.”


The Uchiha seemed to be particularly pig headed tonight. Usually he would have eventually caved under caring-sharing-teacher time, only because he had a limited amount of patience.


He stepped aside to allow Sasuke into his home. It would be an interesting experience having him stay.


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Naruto’s phone was vibrating. Did Naruto care? No. He was currently having warm, happy dreams about frolicking through meadows. Well, that’s what he would have told anyone who had asked. In fact he was currently frolicking through the play boy mansion. His cheeks turned a red colour as breasts galore entered the dream. Oh, this was beautiful, this was heaven. But there was something missing. Men! and so cocks, hard, long, thick cocks accompanied the breasts. And then Sasuke’s stern, un-amused face made an appearance. Only his hard-on wasn’t killed instantly. His dick twitched a little more in defiance, wanting to make love to Sasuke’s face. It wilted in a piteous manner when Sasuke raised an eyebrow. The Dagger was learning.


Naruto grumbled as he groped around for his phone. Glancing at his Power Rangers alarm clock his thoughts still maintained that it was stupidly early. The clock had just blinked 12:54 pm.


“Hello?!” Naruto pouted as he flopped back on the bed, closing his eyes to the ceiling.


“Naruto! Guesswhatguesswhatguesswhat!” The voice belonged to Kiba. A soon to be dead Kiba.


“Hello? Naruto? You still there?” Kiba did sound excited, and it was probably important.


Naruto shook himself out of sleep’s arms and mumbled a, “yeah”.


“Are you gonna guess?”


“Huh?” was the extremely intelligent reply.


“It’s no fun if you don’t guess!”


And so the guessing began. After several tries about maybe Kiba and Akamaru had eloped to Vegas or Hinata’s father and Neji had decided to go on an all expenses paid trip to Pluto, Kiba got a little frustrated.


“No, no, no! You blond moron.”


“Hey! No hating on the hair!”


There was silence on the other end of the phone.


“What?” Naruto grew a little worried as Kiba made no response.


“How gay are you exactly?” Naruto rolled his eyes at that and shifted around on the bed, creasing up the bedding and spreading his legs out wide.


After more goading each other, because that was Naruto’s way of letting Kiba know that he was missing him, they settled back into a comfortable silence.


“Kiba…?”


“Yeah?”


“What were you gonna tell me?”


“Huh? Oh right, Hinata and I…”


Naruto got himself onto his elbows. “Yes?” Anticipation flooded his system.


“We uh…”


Naruto sat up properly, the bed sheets pooling around him, excitement for his best friend was rising within him.


“Erm…”


Naruto moved to stand. “Spit it out already!” One arm went to make a pumping motion in the air.


“We got past first base!”


“Yes! Huh? Oh, is that it?” Naruto’s arm went limp. He had been expecting something more.


“What do you mean ‘is that it?’” Kiba screeched; this had obviously been huge news for him. Coaxing Hinata into bed required the patience of a saint.


“Nothing, nothing, so was it nice?” Naruto placated as he crawled back into bed. Well if he wasn’t getting any at least Kiba wasn’t either.


“I’m not telling you!”


Thus another full blown argument ensued.


Even though Naruto had produced his famous (manly) puppy dog eyes, Kiba hadn’t moved back. He and his painfully shy girlfriend had settled in well. Naruto had been very close to giving Hinata’s father a call and letting the cat out of the bag but sadly his morals had given him a severe talking to. He missed Kiba. He even missed Sakura who seemed to be stopping by less frequently due to how much time she spent with Lee. Most likely occupied having scary not pretty heterosexual relations with the green clad beast. Both of his friends had an unhealthy interest in bestiality, fantastic.


Naruto was still arguing with Kiba as he rummaged through the kitchen. Usually they had plenty to eat. Hinata often topped up their supplies when Kiba wasn’t paying attention and Naruto wasn’t about to argue with that as she always added ramen to her shopping list. But now Hinata wasn’t here. Naruto had tried persuading Sakura to do his shopping for him too. After all, having Lee willing to make runs and consider it weight training made her life easier. He had received a visit from the all mighty inner Sakura when she had caught him dictating a list to Lee.


Naruto huffed as he ended his conversation with Kiba, he hadn’t got anywhere with that either. Kiba had started snarling and most likely foaming at the mouth when Naruto had queried what colour panties Hinata wore.


He walked back to his room while scratching at his chest. Today, he was going to wear orange. Not just because he liked it enough to put it on his top ten list of things that are awesome along with a victory sign, but also because it was fun to see Sasuke’s eye twitch.


Things had been going well between him and the TA. Despite their somewhat rocky start they were on a voyage to a wonderfully fulfilling friendship complete with bickering and the silent treatment.


After their purely platonic handshake Naruto had deluded himself into thinking things would work out a-ok. And nature had never intended for Naruto to be right. The only thing that he had managed to do right was the, ‘let’s be friends,’ thing. Other than that things had gone pretty much downhill.


Naruto, despite trying very hard to reduce all the drama in his life, still found it hard to ignore the twinges of his heart when he saw Sasuke working hard at some experiment, his hand reaching up occasionally to tuck away that stray bit of hair. Of course, it was even harder to ignore the twinges from his cock.


The Dagger was not often fooled by Sasuke’s raised eyebrow ‘come nearer and I’ll chop you off’ expression. Naruto had had the thought of propositioning Sasuke again many times over. Since, “wanna fuck,” had not got the desired results and had had many unwanted side effects, Naruto had taken to practising in front of the mirror.


“Say Sasuke… if you let me fuck you just once, you know, to get it out of my system, I’m sure we’ll be the best of friends…” No, that wouldn’t go down too well.


“You know when one friend likes another friend… they become fuck buddies!” That one got axed too.


Then he thought of the perfect one. “You know the birds and the bees? Well sometimes two bees get together instead and…” Imagining the look on the TA’s face quickly cut that one off too however. He treasured his balls.


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Sasuke glared at nothing in particular. He was in the pets section of the supermarket. Why was he there? Because Kakashi was a manipulative git. He eyed the heavy bags of kibble. Pakkun was a small pug dog, and surely he didn’t need that much? A sigh escaped his mouth; he was constantly reminded that he was a guest at Kakashi’s house. And a freeloader at that. Sasuke’s glare intensified as he remembered the off-hand remarks, the exaggerated sighs and that one smiling eye. He appreciated being allowed to stay, but he was slowly being driven mad.


He had been staying with the professor for about a week now and it had been a long, slow, torturous week. Complete with 5am wake up calls with dynamic entries from Gai. The green beast has decided that the two men were distinctly lacking springtime youthfulness. Despite the fact that it wasn’t spring and neither of them felt particularly youthful running in the park in the early hours of the morning trying rather pathetically to keep up. Well, Sasuke had been trying to keep up; Kakashi kept mysteriously disappearing.


Sasuke was shaken out his thoughts when he heard a loud commotion from a few aisles away. Ignoring it he went back to trying to pick which cat food would mostly likely poison Pakkun. That dog watched him while he slept. He just knew it.


The shouting grew louder as another voice was added in. A voice that he recognised.


Grabbing his trolley, he wheeled it along the aisle. It had been a while since he had seen the moron, not that he missed him, just that it had been a while. An amused smile crept across his lips as he watched the scene before him.


“You old hag, Mrs Chiyo! You know that flavour is my favourite!” Naruto’s expression of outrage made Sasuke’s lips twitch as Naruto started gesturing widely. Although he was pouting like a five year old Sasuke couldn’t help but appreciate the way the muscles in his arm shifted and moved under his T-shirt. Naruto was dressed in retina-scarring orange and yet Sasuke didn’t mind all that much.


The old lady in the wheelchair that Naruto was currently haggling with seemed to have a vice grip on a cup of instant noodles. “Brat! Respect your elders! I’m old! I could die at any moment; don’t you think it would be nice for me to have this as my last meal?” The woman smiled up sweetly at Naruto who seemed to be considering this.


“But…” Naruto’s eyes went wide as Mrs Chiyo’s form stilled and her eyes went glassy. “Mrs… Mrs Chiyo…?” Sasuke watched as Naruto’s eyes turned a deep, stunning, blue.


Naruto waved his hand in front of her face and no response. He knelt down quickly, almost afraid to touch her, his face millimetres away from hers.


“Boo!”


Naruto’s face turned bright red and Sasuke’s smirk widened. “Mrs Chiyo! That’s not funny!” Naruto continued to rant away as the old lady giggled. Sasuke’s smirk softened, this was obviously a frequently done routine.


“Brat! You have an admirer,” Mrs Chiyo whispered loudly out of the corner of her mouth which caused Sasuke to automatically whip his head around to see just who was ‘admiring’ Naruto. His stomach clenched when he turned to see Naruto looking at him with a wicked grin.


Sasuke raised his eyebrow as the old lady took off in her wheelchair at a high speed, her lap piled with instant noodle cups. Naruto didn’t seem to notice though; his gaze was fixated on the dark eyed man before him.


“Hey…” Naruto smiled warmly, scratching at the back of his neck which seemed to be a nervous twitch.


Sasuke’s eyes were mentally tracing the symmetrical marks on Naruto’s face. They were such a unique trait, deep smooth indentations that were too dark to be scars. ‘How did you get those?’ he wanted to ask. Of course he had noticed them before, but usually Naruto’s eyes demanded that they look at him.


“You don’t have to stare you know,” Naruto growled, his eyebrows furrowed and his mouth twisting slightly.


“I wasn’t,” Sasuke replied evenly. And an awkward silence passed over them. Since they had agreed to be friends not all that much had changed. Naruto had given him his space and Sasuke didn’t know how to tell him that it was ok, and that he didn’t mind it when Naruto talked and that, yeah, he was listening.


Naruto’s expression turned confused. “What’s with all the dog food?” He was eyeing Sasuke’s trolley with bemusement. Just like that all the tension seemed to dwindle to being barely there. He marvelled at Naruto’s ability to do that.


“I’m staying with Kakashi at the moment, he has a dog,” Sasuke found himself speaking; he wanted to carry on talking to Naruto. During lectures he found it easier to give them if he wasn’t concentrating on wondering if Naruto was there or not and in the labs there was too much work to do for idle talking.


“Eh? What are you staying with that pervert for?” Sasuke thought it was rich Naruto was calling Kakashi the pervert but made no comment on it. “We used to have a dog, Akamaru, but uh… my flatmate moved out,” Naruto’s face fell slightly, the vibrancy losing its shine.


And there was the awkward silence again.


Sasuke shifted a little. Of course the cogs had turned in his genius brain. He was desperate to move out of Kakashi’s, but into Naruto’s? Would he even offer? He needed his own room again, he needed his privacy again. He hadn’t had much time to look for apartments and ones that were within his price range were too far away. Yes! Let’s move in with him, when he’s sleeping we can sneak in and fuck his brains out. Sasuke-whore didn’t seem the slightest bit disturbed that he was suggesting rape.


“I… need a place to stay.” He was having déjà vu.


Sasuke forced himself to look at him only to be met with Naruto’s confused blue eyes. He sighed. This would be more difficult than standing up to his father.