Control

Control

A/N: …I am evil. –insert evil laugh-

Note: I was laughing through this whoooole chapter just thinking about dirty ideas! It was awesome! I think this is my best chapter so far!

Chapter Three: A Time for Change

Carefully, a small thirteen-year-old boy uses a kunai to pull a wet, steaming hot rag from the kettle over the fire, and then wrings it out. His eyes averted to the large, blue-skinned man on his side, several large gashes covered with dirt. The skin around the wound had begun to blacken, signifying signs of a poisoning. The wet rag is used to clean the wounds, removing dirt and grime from the atrocious escape they made.

The rag is dropped back into the kettle and a jar of high grade purging salve is pulled from a black and red bag. Two fingers dip into the jar and proceed to smear it inside the wounds in even amounts. Afterward, the boy begins covering the open wounds with white gauze and bandages, struggling to wrap it around the entire abdomen of the heavy body, with only one good arm.

He sits back afterward and cradles the cast-covered wrist to his chest; he figured the bones might need to be reset, after being nearly crushed under the weight of the unconscious man before him. His eyes drop to his lap, the unfamiliar feeling of guilt pooling in his gut. It was his fault that the other man was injured. Maybe if he obeyed the other man they wouldn’t have failed their mission. Silently he promises to learn to be more obedient, if it would do them both good, as long as it was painless.

‘I’m sorry Kisame…I mean…Master…’ His right hand comes up to brush away his bangs, his ring temporarily set on his right ring finger; since his left hand began to swell. He needs a medic; he needs Deidara-san to arrive faster so he and his partner can heal in the safety of the hideout.

The two ninja were creeping through the prison, which held their target; they were nearly there, when his Sharingan failed to see the expertly hidden trap on the stone floor that set off a loud alarm and released a large swinging blade. They narrowly avoided a beheading as they turned back to flee, to avoid capture and perhaps a risky scuffle.

“I told you to watch the floor Itachi!” he recalled his partner yelling at him; of course, he deserved that. If he hadn’t been so wrapped up in defying his commands to prove him wrong, he probably wouldn’t have missed that trap. They both knew Itachi’s eyes would have caught that, and they both knew he was acting as a self-absorbed brat. Nonetheless, they still had to flee; the damage was already done.

The ninja guarding the prison caught up with them and they engaged in battle; leaving the boy nearly helpless, his weapon hand unable to provide any use and his most powerful defense still useless. His partner was able to fend off most of them, with a great swing of his Samehade; he was only able to perform his multiple fire jutsu to push them away.

As he turned to perform a fire jutsu again, he missed the ninja waiting for this chance and the detonation of a kunai gun; discharging dozens of kunai, dusted with poison.

“Oi, brat! Watch it!” Itachi turned around after finishing his jutsu to perform another, but he was then acquainted with his partner’s chest and slammed against the wall, his left wrist being crushed against his chest. The loud thud of several kunai hitting the stone wall sound off, and he muffles a scream into his partner’s chest from the blinding pain in his wrist.

“Damn it, move!” His right arm is grabbed as they resume sprinting, he notes the several kunai imbedded in Kisame’s back. Itachi pours chakra into his legs as they escape the prison grounds to run faster eventually tearing through the forest.

The blue-skinned man suddenly begins slowing down, and he noticed that his partner began perspire rapidly. He nearly collapsed under the weight of his partner when he caught him; they began falling to the ground but the brunet was able to stop the fall. Itachi quickly hoisted Kisame onto his back, leaving the Samehade behind; he would not be able to grasp it without injury or chakra loss and still be able to escape. No other person would be able either.

He only paused to set up a genjutsu, so he and his partner appeared to be going in the opposite direction and fled deeper into the woods. There was no chance for him to get out of town, so he added chakra to his Sharingan and searched the area. He found no one around and discovered a waterfall, which seemed to have a dip behind it. He slipped behind it and was blessed with the security of a deep cave that went maybe 100 yards deep.

The brunet placed a second genjutsu on the cave, and laid the injured man down, on his side. He began working immediately to recover him.

Now here he sat, holding his own injury in pain; watching the result of his mistake, suffering. Itachi examines the back he patched up and looks down the rest of the muscled blue body; he sighs when he noticed a dark, wet stain on the upper right thigh. In his urgency to get the poison out of his partner’s body, he failed to check for any other injuries.

First he takes off his regulation uniform Akatsuki cloak and places it under Kisame’s back. As gently as he possibly can, he rolls him onto his back silently praying the wounds don’t reopen. He removes the headband on his partner’s forehead and then his own, and presses his forehead to his. When he sits up he notes to get a cool cloth for him; he has a fever, this could be bad. If he doesn’t get help soon it may be fatal; and the message he sent to Deidara-san could take days to reach him, and a couple more to simply arrive.

Next he moves down his partner’s body and with one hand, begins untying his ninja regulation pants, struggling to pull them down with one hand. Itachi forces away the blush on his cheeks when he finds his partner does not wear undergarments, and sits back to regain his composure.

He moves to the kettle to get the boiling rag and pulls it out with his kunai, patiently waiting till it cools down enough to be handled and wrings it out. He shuffles back to his partner’s side and averts his eyes from his personal region and onto the nasty 6-inch tear on his thigh. He gently begins wiping away the blood and dirt from the wound and it begins bleeding lightly again. The brunet can’t resist the blush on his cheeks as he leans closer to inspect the tear in the dim lighting; finding the tear to have blackened only at the lips of the lesion.

He grabs the purging salve and dips his fingers into it again and smears it into the injury, being sure to cover it completely. Itachi’s face turns even redder when he begins patching the wound, as his hand keeps brushing against the older man’s…anatomy.

He freezes in his actions when a quiet moan is heard, then his eyes shift to the face of his partner as it clearly shows pain. The blue-skinned man’s eyes open slowly and look at him; he tries to sit up but stops when pain shoots through his body, which feels like lead, weighing him down.

“Shit, what happened?” Kisame voices hoarsely. Itachi remembers the promise he made to himself and looks back to the wound he just started wrapping.

“Don’t move…Master. You’ve been poisoned, I’m afraid.”

“So my little slave has learned finally? Good pet.” Itachi froze again, anger now burning through his body; he bites his lip to keep from stabbing the blue-skinned man and undoing all of his hard work. But a little thought comes to his mind to inform Kisame of the position they are in.

“I may not be stronger than you, but with the position that you are in right now, I don’t see it as intelligent to aggravate me. I know it is my fault that you ended up in this predicament but I have no qualms in killing you, for doing so, while I have sustained two injuries from you. I already know the poison I am attempting to cleanse from your body has prevented you to move therefore, I currently have the upper hand, so, I suggest you keep quiet.”

His eyes narrow in anger when the blue-skinned man merely smirks at his words.

“You wont kill me, wont even harm me; you’re too young and scared to do so. You don’t even hate me, people wont kill someone unless they hate them; you are still sane, Itachi, so you wont kill unless there is an actual reason to. So, little pet, even though I am injured you will not attack. Besides, I believe you once said that attacking those who cannot fight back to be beneath you? You murdered your entire clan, yes, but I’ve heard you cry at night, pet, and sometimes you don’t sleep at all.”

“Hn.”

Itachi freezes; he didn’t think his partner knew about that. He suddenly feels exhausted and blatantly ignores the blue-skinned man, tying off the bandages and starts to pull his pants back up. He blushes when his hand yet again brushes against the older man’s anatomy.

Kisame chuckles when he sees this.

“Never seen another man’s dick, eh pet? Nice size isn’t it.” Itachi blushes fiercely at his comments and continues to work the pants up but finds that he’d have to lift his hips up and possibly touch his…penis to get the pants up. He doesn’t know what to do; he already knows Kisame will mock him about it.

“I’m sure staring at my dick isn’t going to make it do anything. If you wanna touch it, go ahead, don’t be shy.” Kisame’s voice was teasing even though hoarse. Itachi turns and glares at him.

“Must you be so perverse, Master?” he slaps himself mentally when he says that. That irritating term is now stuck in his head and it made the blue-skinned man smirk even wider.

“Of course, that is who I am pet. Now why don’t you be a good slave and finish dressing your Master.” Itachi growls quietly and yells at Kisame.

“I’m trying to make peace with you and you keep treating me like shit! Stop it!” The brunet twitches; he feels as if steam was coming out of his ears, his face was burning from embarrassment and anger.

“I knew you weren’t going to do anything to me.” He simply states, Itachi uncharacteristically lets out a groan of anger and displeasure. Kisame laughs loudly. “Don’t worry, it won’t bite you.”

“I’m sure it would if it could…” Itachi mutters, as he shakily continues to tug up the pants.

“What was that?”

“Nothing Master.” ‘Damn it!’ He finally gives up trying to avoid touching his partner there and glares at it. ‘I’m going to be scarred for life.’ He gently put his fingertips on the flesh extension of his partner and jerks back when Kisame makes a noise. The brunet glares at him, and the older man smirks perversely.

“Can you just let me do this with out tormenting me?”

“No.”

“How old are you again?” Itachi grits his teeth.

“Twenty.” The blue-skinned man answers nonchalantly

“Grow up you freak!” Kisame glares.

“That’s no way to speak to your Master, little pet. Hurry up and finish before I have you do something I know you wont like.”

“You can’t make me do anything Ma-” Itachi stops himself from finishing that sentence by biting his tongue.

“Oh, I can, I’ve already got you calling me Master.” Kisame’s eyes glitter with excitement as he continues to annoy his partner/pet. He seems to be broken, but still attempting to not act like he is; it entertains him greatly.

“Fuck you!”

“Where, when and how hard?” Itachi screams out of irritation and Kisame howls with laughter, stopping when it causes pain.

“Leave me alone or I’ll make you starve to death!” Kisame takes a deep breath and chuckles; he should stop for now, he thinks. After all, he may not injure or kill him in his sleep, but the young Uchiha would probably starve him.

“Fine, fine, just dress me, I feel a draft.”

Itachi takes a deep breath to regain his composure and faces his task at hand. Kisame watches him curiously this time as the boy carefully grasps his penis and tucks him into his pants, making it easier to fully cover him. He smirks mentally; the boy’s hand is warm and gentle.

“Good pet, see it wasn’t so hard.”

This time Itachi merely moves to his bag and pulls out a second cloth, walking over to the waterfall and soaks it, walking back to him. Gently he lays the cloth on Kisame’s forehead and moves to sit against the wall by the fire. The blue-skinned man sighs as the coolness of the cloth relieves some of the pain.

“Thank you,” he says.

“Hn, get some sleep.”

-TBC-

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