The Jutsu of Surrender

AN: Okay, the reason why I hesitated in posting this chapter is for two reasons. One, I’m always worried if I kept Itachi in character (I think Keaira does a wonderful job keeping Sasuke in character) and two... well the name of the leader of the Akatsuki has yet to be announced, so instead of making some horrible sounding name up, we just went with Leader. I know it’s pretty lame, but if you can excuse that, read on. If at any point in the Naruto manga they reveal his name, I shall fix the problem. Anyway, thank you for the reviews. ^^; The RP is still going on, though winding to a close, an so far there is 450 pages or more. There is a lot I’ll have to work with in this story. Now, on to the smut *cough* story.
Sasuke uses ‘Aa’ from time to time, I thought it was cute so I didn’t change it. Means ‘yeah, or okay’

Slowly he opened his eyes, giving up on chasing the dream that melted from his waking mind like ice in hot soup. Sasuke rubbed at his eyes lightly then sat up, shivering a little at the chill that lingered on his bare skin. Damn cold floor... A sharp pain in his rear reminded him that sitting up straight wasn’t a good idea. Shifting to a cheek that didn’t throb angrily, Sasuke looked around blearily at the dull room. Orochimaru couldn’t have given Itachi a worse room, though he had a feeling there was a reason behind it. Not many of the rooms were furbished luxuriously, Orochimaru didn’t care for extravagant things. Didn’t care... or didn’t want to waste the money.

A slight movement caught his eye. On the bed Itachi was sprawled out, one foot hanging over the edge of the side closest to him. Itachi twitched again, fingers tightening in the sheets as he let out a soft grunt. There was a frown tugging at the corners of his mouth, features drawn in pain. Words passed his lips but were too soft for Sasuke to hear more than the sound of a few syllables. Curious, he crawled closer to the bed.

“Stop.”

Sasuke froze, feeling a little ridiculous to have been caught on his hands and knees again. “What?” Itachi didn’t answer, breath coming in deep but slow breaths. Still asleep... he let out the breath he had been holding and crawled closer, tilting his head. His brother looked... well, like his brother when he was asleep. More like the one he remembered when he was younger... Itachi shivered, letting out a quiet whimper. Sasuke was unsure if he had heard right. Itachi, whimpering? It was an oddity... something he hadn’t heard since that one day, a long time ago, when Itachi was a child and throwing a kunai was impossible for Sasuke. They were out chasing fireflies when a boy from their family had stirred up a wasp’s nest. Itachi had scooped him up and ran back to their house, but the annoyed bug had stung his bare arms and legs several times. Sasuke was spared from the pain, by his brother’s quick actions and concern...

Shaking the memory from his mind, Sasuke moved closer. “...Aniki?” There was no answer, Itachi still save for the slow rise and fall of his shoulders as he breathed. His skin was beaded with sweat and flushed, scars on his back standing out more brilliantly.

“Don...” The rest was murmured into the pillow as he turned his face. His body was tense, fingers twitching mildly. Hesitantly, Sasuke reached out, shaking the older Uchiha’s shoulder. When nothing happened he shook a little harder, remembering vaguely that Itachi was usually a light sleeper. Itachi jerked awake, grabbing Sasuke’s arm and pulling him closer. It took him a few moments to shake the cobwebs from his mind before he blinked in surprise. “Sasuke.”

Sasuke’s eyes were wide, unsure what he should do. “...You looked.... like you were having a nightmare...”

“Ah...” Itachi loosened his grip on Sasuke’s arm, more awake now. “...Yeah.”

“What was it about?” He slowly pulled away, kneeling next to the bed.

The dream... Itachi turned away from Sasuke, pressing his face against the pillow for a second before laying his cheek back against it. “...It’s nothing.” A dream that wasn’t just a dream... it was worse. It was real... Memories of things he thought he had forgotten.

Sasuke decided not to press the matter, moving on to something else that had caught his eye. “Where’d you get those scars, then?”

Itachi clenched his fingers in the sheets. “...I...” he sighed, “long story.”

“I’ve got time.”

“...Why do you care?”

“...I’m curious.”

The older Uchiha pondered telling him. It wasn’t as if he would see Sasuke again, not in a civil manner at least. “...Because your master fled from the Akatsuki, Leader got bored and the others weren’t appealing to him... I don’t submit without a fight.” He turned his face back toward Sasuke, eyes cold. Perhaps it was his forced sexual encounter last night that had stirred those memories...

“I see.” Sasuke watched him, eyes sympathetic but not sorry, unable to find it in himself to feel sorry for Itachi when he was so willing to rape him earlier.

It wasn’t hard to read Sasuke’s expression, not by one that knew him so well. He snorted, “I’m sure that’s comforting.”

“No. Is that what your nightmare was about?”

Itachi rolled onto his back, sitting up and arching his knees as he runs his hands through his sleep tangled hair. “...Yeah.”

The younger Uchiha watched him for a bit, wading through questions. He discarded a few until he had something that wasn’t an outright insult; this rare bubble of calm in their otherwise turbulent relationship was probably easily popped. As it did last night... If he had given in sooner, maybe Itachi wouldn’t have... Sasuke cleared his throat, “if you hated it so much, why do it to me?”

Itachi rested his elbows on his knees, answering him honestly. “I was bored. Besides, I got tired of trying to be something I’m not; nice.”

Scowling at him, Sasuke stood, wincing a little as he climbed onto the bed. It was thankfully kinder to his butt than the cold stone, even if the sheets were a little more stiff than he was used to. His room was small, but at least he filled it with things he liked...

“Or...”

He glanced at Itachi, fingers stroking the rough fibers of the bed. Bleached, the almost searing whiteness confirmed his suspicions. “Or what?” What ever Itachi had to say, he was slowly losing interest. Itachi was Itachi, after all... even moments spent not fighting still annoyed him; his brother was good at that.

Itachi shrugged, “or I thought that our last moment of peace should be enjoyable. The next time we see each other should be you killing me.”

Sasuke glanced over at him, then laid back on the bed, stretching his arms over his head. “...Aa.”

“So how’s that coming?”

“...You have got to be kidding.” He pushed himself up onto his elbows and looked over at him.

Itachi smirked a little. “Eh, I guess.” The younger Uchiha rolled his eyes, trying to hit Itachi with his leash. He batted at it, not wanting to smack it away and accidently hit Sasuke... Though causing him pain wasn’t a problem. Inwardly he scowled; he was relaxing too much. Although... feeling relaxed didn’t happen often, and usually involved a bottle and Kisame making cracks about various things... “You know, as long as you’re not trying to kill me, you can take off your collar.”

“...I can’t take it off.”

“Why not?” He frowned, brows creasing. What else has the snake done to his brother to make him not want to take it off?

“Orochimaru-sama... he always knows, somehow, when I take it off. He doesn’t like it.”

“He can kiss my ass. Take it off. If the snake comes and bitches, I’ll beat him senseless.”

Sasuke hesitated, confused by his brother’s... well... brotherly actions. “Really?”

“Yeah. Fuck him..... And I don’t want to hear ‘Orochimaru-sama’ one more time. Or I’ll smack you with your leash.”

“...Aa.” He slowly reached up, undoing the collar and sliding it from his neck. It was an odd feeling, to have air hit that part of skin. Usually he only took it off in the shower... and even then, he hesitated. Orochimaru would sense it and come to see him; apparently the idea of him taking a shower aroused him. Sasuke shuddered and dropped the collar to the floor with a loud clank of metal hitting stone, glaring lightly down at it.

“...You don’t need him you know. To get stronger.” Itachi shrugged, scooting back to lean against the wall. “You’re better than him.”

“He knows more jutsu than anyone else. He can teach me.”

“Has he even taught you anything?”

“Yes,” he answered quickly, fists clenching.

“Hmph... He’s a real bastard. He won’t teach you anything useful.”

“...I don’t want to talk about him.”

“Why?”

“Why do you want to so badly?” Sasuke retorted, eyes flickering red.

“Why are you avoiding talking about him?”

“I just don’t like talking about him! Why do you want me away from him so badly?”

Sasuke’s words dug under Itachi’s skin, raising the hairs on his arms. Why did he care? His bratty brother was something he hadn’t had to think about for a long time... So why did the thought of having him indentured to Orochimaru like a common slave bother him so badly? “Hmm...”

He flopped back on the bed, arms out. It made jolts of pain crawl up his spine when he laid down, but he ignored it, only grimacing a little. “Well?” Itachi was acting oddly... there was something there they couldn’t put his finger on...

“...Because I don’t want you messing up my plan.”

“You’re jealous.” It left his mouth before he thought about it, but it made sense so he didn’t regret it. Plus, there was the added bonus of seeing Itachi twitch from his words.

“Excuse me?” Itachi shot him a dirty look.

“You’re. Jealous.”

“Why the hell would I be jealous of him?”

“...Because I let him fuck me.”

Itachi flushed in anger, bending down to snatch the collar off the ground and chuck it at Sasuke’s head. It was bigger and heavier than a pillow, and right now he wanted to do some damage rather than playfully hit him. “You’re such a little bastard.... Gah.”

It wasn’t hard to catch the collar, and he did so with some amusement, though he didn’t let it show on his face. “Well, you didn’t deny it.”

“Of course it isn’t true.” He glared at him for a moment then ran his hands through his hair, fingers catching a few snags while mumbling to himself, “why the fuck didn’t I kill him earlier?” Itachi missed the tiny smirk his brother gave him, as quick as it was. “If you’re going to be like this, then just get the fuck out. I don’t need your attitude.”

Sasuke tilted his head. Maybe he’d gone too far... Slowly he laid his hand on Itachi’s thigh, watching his face. Itachi blinked and glanced down at the hand, but didn’t move more than that. Not meeting any resistance, Sasuke slid his hand to Itachi’s inner thigh. Only his eyebrow twitched, raising in a silent question, shifting his eyes to Sasuke’s face. He ran his hand up higher slowly, not dropping Itachi’s gaze. His brother looked mildly confused, torn between asking what was going through Sasuke’s head and not wanting him to stop. Sasuke wanted a better reaction, so he paused.

It took a minute for his mind to find the words, as muddled as it had become. He wondered at how easily Sasuke did that to him. Maybe he was crazy, to be so turned on by what his brother was doing. “...Why? Are you trying to poke fun at me again?” The hand left his thigh as Sasuke drew back.

“No. I wasn’t.”

Itachi wanted to grab him by the neck and jerk him back, but he suppressed that. It would be interesting to see what he would do... Besides... the hand did more to him than what the others had tried could do. “Then don’t stop.” Sasuke moved closer slowly, watching him with guarded eyes. He was calmer than Itachi had thought he would be; no blush gracing his cheeks, his movements, though slow, were sultry in their own way. What he would do, or what he was now willing to do, or why he was doing it... The thoughts tugged at his mind, heart starting to speed as he opened his legs wider.

Reaching forward, Sasuke palmed the growing length in Itachi’s loose pants, eyes on Itachi’s blood tinted eyes. Itachi let out a breath, eyelids lowering a smidgen. Though the gesture was small, it was enough to make his own member stir. He slowly slid his other hand to the back of Itachi’s neck, noticing how he shivered at the touch, then tugged his face closer. Close enough to claim his lips, but he took a moment to enjoy the way their breaths mixed, the sensuality of it speeding his hand. Itachi moaned lowly, closing the distance between them and kissing him needily. Leaning further into the kiss, Sasuke unconsciously tightened the hand at the back of his brother’s neck, nails digging into flesh.

The older Uchiha rocked his hips, rubbing himself against Sasuke’s hand. There wasn’t enough friction to do more than tease him. His whole body felt hot and far more sensitive than usual; the pants needed to go. Shortly after... or not so shortly after, time seemed to slow as he rubbed his tongue against the softer one, Sasuke fumbled with the draw strings of his pants. Itachi lowered his hands from their draped positions over his bent knees to Sasuke’s shoulders, kneading the muscles there. Something passed over him, something a mind too busy with more important things didn’t care to examine, and he raised his hands to Sasuke’s cheeks, cupping them gently.

Sasuke broke the kiss once the strings were undone, pants slightly pulled open, but not enough to reveal the object of his earlier attention. His face was still close to Itachi’s breaths mingling once more. In a surprisingly loving gesture, Itachi stroked his cheek bones with his thumbs, not moving to pull the other to him once more, or insist for more contact on the neglected member. Sasuke opened his eyes a little, scanning Itachi’s face dazedly, hand slipping into his pants. Itachi opened his eyes as well, leaning his head forward to brush the tip of his nose against Sasuke’s smaller one. It elicited a small smile from him, pale cheeks tinting slightly. Brother or not, Orochimaru was never like this... He wrapped his hand around Itachi’s length, running his thumb experimentally over the tip, skin prickling at his breathy moan. “Aniki...”

Dropping his hands back to his shoulders, Itachi squeezed them instantly. “More...”

It was odd to hear Itachi’s voice deeper, huskier with need. He could probably kill him right now, and Itachi wouldn’t have seen it coming. The thought left as quickly as it came... he wanted more too... “What do you want?” He whispered, glad his voice didn’t quiver.

Itachi turned his cheek, rubbing it against Sasuke’s still slightly blushing one. “More of you... Stroke me, Sasuke...” The younger Uchiha closed his eyes, nuzzling his cheek against Itachi’s and obediently stroking him at a painfully slow pace. “Faster...” His fingers tightened on Sasuke’s shoulders as Sasuke sped his hand.

Sasuke slipped his fingers into Itachi’s hair, scratching lightly at his scalp. It was heady, this power he seemed to have over his brother at the moment. He could feel Itachi panting against his cheek, breath warm as it teased over his ear. Itachi dragged his nails over his shoulder, the scratches burning but fading quickly. Turning his head a bit, Sasuke brushed his lips over Itachi’s cheek then turned back, licking his lips to catch any hint of his brother’s taste.

“Nnn...” Itachi tilted his head down, nipping along Sasuke’s jaw line. “Sasuke...”

“Mm?” He tilted his head back, giving him better access to his neck.

Itachi kissed the offered neck, lips dragging over the porcelain like skin. Through his skin his could feel his pulse; felt it beating as fast as his own. He licked the mimicking pulse, enjoying the taste of him. Salty with a slight spicy flavor. Soap, he mused, people didn’t usually taste good... did they? “God... I don’t want you to stop... but...”

Opening his eyes, Sasuke paused his hand, wondering what he did wrong. “But?”

Itachi leaned back against the wall, stucco scraping at his bare skin. “I want you...”

“...Tell me what you want me to do.”

He frowned at that. Was he doing all this because Orochimaru had told him to? Were Sasuke’s actions only motivated by the snake’s words? The fingers curled around his length twitched, thumb toying with the head. “...I can’t. You ripped pretty badly last night, if we do it again, I might hurt you worse this time... might even kill you.”

“It’s okay... I don’t mind...” Even if it would hurt, for some reason he felt driven to please his brother. He didn’t know if he’d regret what he was doing later, but at the moment, it felt right. Like last night; Itachi could have been rougher, he could have killed him... but there was a strange hint of kindness there. Loving, kind... this wasn’t how he’d grown to know his brother, but he wanted more. There was still the child in him, the one that looked up to his brother, adored him... and would do anything for him. Revenge could come later, now... he wanted more of his brother as he used to be.

Itachi was still panting, thumb teasing him further. “No,” he touched his hand, “go back to that.... Or use your mouth... I’m not making you bleed today.” He had never said anything he had regretted... and didn’t start now. It was only because Sasuke wasn’t being a bastard at the moment, anyway... Sasuke surprised him by leaning up and brushing his lips over Itachi’s lips, then slide off the bed. He knelt there, looking at him expectantly. Itachi scooted over to the edge, lifting himself enough to push off the pants, kicking them else where. Leaning forward and wrapping one hand around the base of Itachi’s length, Sasuke lowered his head and slowly took him into his mouth.

He rested his other hand on Itachi’s thigh, steadying himself while taking in as much of his length as he could. Through his time with Orochimaru, he’d learned what his limits were, and knew enough by now to avoid gagging. Itachi moaned, resting his hand on top of Sasuke’s head. Encouraged, Sasuke slowly started to move his head up, pushing his head back down when ever his lips passed the corona of his member. The fingers in his hair curled, stroking his hair gently.

Itachi’s mind drifted... he was usually focused, but those lips... Sasuke had grown skilled at more than jutsu, that much he was sure. Those lips and his tongue, they made him feel... alive. He’d spent all that time deadening himself, and now... Itachi moaned, head bowing. Now... now what... damn, what had he thinking about before? He guessed it didn’t matter. “Faster...” Sasuke immediately moved faster... Itachi rather liked him doing whatever he asked. It heightened his arousal, if possible. Sasuke’s hand had already brought him close at one point, now the added bonus of his skilled lips... It wasn’t long after that his orgasm interrupted his thoughts, clearing his mind then filling his body with pleasure. His hips twitched, and he felt Sasuke holding him down to keep from gagging. Muscles in his body that he hadn’t realized he tensed slowly relaxed, the orgasm leaving his skin buzzing.

Sasuke pulled back, licking his lips slowly and looking up at him. From their position last night, he hadn’t been able to see the look on Itachi’s face... It was calm now, though a slight frown still kept his lips even. He supposed getting a smile out of him just for giving head was silly to think. Itachi sagged a little, forearms resting on his thighs. “...Aniki?”

Looking up drowsily, Itachi reached out and brushed the back of his hand against Sasuke’s cheek. “...That was... really good..” His brother closed his eyes, tilting his head closer to Itachi’s hand. Sense seemed to slowly return to him; he started to wonder just what they were doing. He was acting kindly toward Sasuke... and Sasuke wasn’t cursing him or throwing punches. It was all surreal... “Come here.” There was nothing wrong with taking advantage of it still. Itachi scooted back on the bed, allowing him enough space to climb up.

Sasuke opened his eyes when the hand left his cheek then blinked slightly. He was being allowed on the bed, and next to Itachi... odd. A part of him shrugged; nothing about the morning was normal. He climbed into bed cautiously only to be grabbed by Itachi and pulled against his chest as he leans back, wrapping his arms around him. Sasuke’s eyes widened in surprise.

“I haven’t had the time or the will to ever be this close to anyone but you...” Itachi closed his eyes, returning his hand to Sasuke’s hair. “...And when I leave, it won’t be like this the next time we meet. Give me my last sense of peace?” It was more than what he should ask for, but he couldn’t deny it. Wether it was the orgasm or Sasuke’s presence, it made him relaxed.

His eyes saddened, knowing it was true. Sasuke curled against his brother, closing his eyes. “What do you want?”

“To stay like this... just for a little longer.” Now that he was free to think without Sasuke’s hand distracting him... he was disturbed by his current thoughts. He wasn’t jealous of Orochimaru for being in his bed, it was because he didn’t deserve to touch him. Not someone who, despite all that he did, managed to remain the same child he remembered. The one that used to follow him around with out stretched hands, the one that couldn’t imagine he would do anything wrong... the only part of his family that he loved.

“...I don’t want you to leave,” Sasuke said quietly. Though if he did leave... he knew he wouldn’t forget this day.

“I can’t stay... your master rubs me the wrong way... I don’t want you to stay here.” The way Sasuke buried his face against Itachi’s neck after he said that... it told Itachi that he didn’t want to stay there either. Then it didn’t make sense for him to linger here. Sasuke was too good to be someone’s pet. Besides, if he remembered the rumors around the Akatsuki correctly, Orochimaru wanted Sasuke as his new body. “...Come with me.” Itachi would be damned if his plans would be screwed up by the snake. “I told you, staying here screws up my plan. He won’t make you strong enough... I’ll teach you...” Sasuke pulled back a little to look up at him slowly. “Give me three years... I’ll teach you what you should know, minus the leash and collar. Then I’ll fight you on equal terms, and you can have my life. If you learn quickly enough.”

“...Okay.” He slid his arms around Itachi’s neck. To be like this, for three more years? That wasn’t a difficult question to answer. Besides, he could put aside his lingering need for revenge by remembering that he’d have his desired fight later.

Itachi didn’t expect him to answer so quickly. Or to want to leave with him at all. “Really?”

Chuckling softly, Sasuke nodded, laying his head against Itachi’s chest. “Minus the leash and collar... how can I resist an offer like that?”

“I see..” Itachi smirked, “So you can put up with me for three years?”

“Mm...” He returned Itachi’s smirk. “I guess we’ll find out, won’t we?”

“Heh, I guess we shall...” The smirk faded a little, his eyes growing distant for a moment as he thought, fingers playing with Sasuke’s hair. Leader might not take this well...

“...If I go with you,” he said, idly tracing patterns over Itachi’s chest, “Orochimaru will back out of the peace treaty, you know.”

“So? If he goes against us, we’ll crush him like the whiny bitch he is.”

Sasuke chuckled softly again. “Aa...”

“He fled us, and I doubt he’ll forget it.” He grinned darkly. “He’ll push for his treaty so he can return to stomping out Konoha.” Sasuke’s expression darkened slightly. Itachi held back from rolling his eyes. That’s right, he still felt something for the village. He didn’t know if he should be more disgusted with Sasuke’s devotion to the village he left, or his need to reassure him. “...He can’t. The sound isn’t strong enough to deal with the Leaf. I don’t know why he underestimates them, it’s a dangerous fault to underestimate your enemies. The Sand is also strong, and combined with them he still didn’t succeed.” Itachi rolled a strand of Sasuke’s strangely soft hair between his fingers. “We wouldn’t help him either.” For our own reasons, some of which he couldn’t bring himself to tell his little brother. As attached to Naruto as he was...

Sasuke relaxed a little. “...Aa. You’re right, of course.”

“Of course...” Itachi smirked, lifting his head to kiss his forehead.

They fell into a friendly banter rather easily now, Sasuke noticed. A cold ball of nervousness deadened the pit of his stomach. “I want to go now, aniki...”

Itachi blinked, “why?”

Lowering his head again, Sasuke glared at the wall. He was embarrassed to say it now, after all the arguing he had done earlier. “I hate it here.” Now that he knew there was another way to get what he wanted, he didn’t like the idea of possibly being touched by Orochimaru again. He did what he was told to do, willingly to stay on Orochimaru’s good side, but he wouldn’t call it consensual. If he had the option, he wouldn’t have touched Orochimaru to begin with.

“We’ll go then... I’ll talk to Orochimaru, and get him to sign the scrolls, then I need to get to Kisame...”

Sasuke nodded, sitting up a little. “What should I do?”

“Pack,” he shrugged, “if you have anything of value... but don’t take too long, I rather not give him a moment along with you.”

Relief washed over him in a cooling wave, mostly destroying the dread he had been feeling. “Alright...” He nodded the slipped off of the bed, wincing as he stood.

Itachi noticed the wince, sitting up as well. “Are you going to be okay to travel?” He rose, gathering the clothes he wore the night before. In a rare moment of laziness, he decided not to bother to dig out new clothes from his bag. Remembering that he was still naked, he scooped up his pajama pants and tossed them near his bag, then started getting dressed.

“I’m fine. Just a little sore.” He glanced down at the leash and collar, quickly deciding not to put them back on. “I’ll go ahead and get my things. Is there somewhere I should meet you? Or will you come for me?”

“Mmm... Meet me here in an hour. That should be enough time to get it all done.”

He nodded, “okay.” Glancing at him hesitantly, Sasuke couldn’t shake the lingering sense of dread. Trying to shake it off, he turned toward the door, resolving to pack quickly so that he may meet up with Itachi as soon as possible.

“Sasuke...” The younger Uchiha looked back at him. “I’ll see you in an hour.” Itachi smirked, starting to look forward to the look on the snake’s face when he told him that he was taking Orochimaru’s favorite toy away. “I”ll bring your leash and collar with us, you can burn it alter.”

“Aa...” Sasuke smirked back at him, then slipped out of the doorway and into the hall.