Pining

llyoung Mmm, complicated is good. I hope I can keep it interesting.
Kirai Glad you like it, and here's the update.
BrucesGirl Thanks for reviewing. I've planned to write a Kakashi Yamato story, but we'll see if I get started.
ALD Yep, Sasuke did have a crush on Iruka and... well stick around and you'll hear more about it. (Actually I'm writing a side story telling more about Itachi.)

Notice the changed warnings. If there's something you can't stomach I trust you know when to stop reading and skip to the next chapter (when it's added).

Edited by Demosthenes.

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Iruka turned on a light-switch on the wall beside the door. A low light lit the room. He tossed his briefcase under the rack and took his shoes off. It had been another awkward day at the school. Iruka sighed. He stripped his green chuunin vest, walked to his living room and poured himself a glass of wine. He sat on his couch and sipped the red liquid.

It had been a week since Iruka had seen Itachi and he didn't know how much longer he could take the disconcerting atmosphere at the school. The young Uchiha hadn't spoken to him since, but his hostility had soared. Thank Gods it's Thursday already. I have to bear tomorrow and then it's weekend and I won't have to see Sasuke for two days. Something had to be done, but Iruka couldn't say anything to Sasuke before he had spoken with Itachi. In his work at the Hokage's office Iruka had checked the mission files and knew Itachi wasn't out on a mission. This wasn't the first time Itachi had vanished somewhere without visiting him for a long time. But this time it was more irksome than ever.

I've had a week to think and I still don't know what to say to him. At least this time it'll be easier than last time. Itachi has a soft spot for his otouto, and I wonder how he will feel when I tell him that Sasuke has a crush on him? Damn it. I can't say it. He'll think I'm crazy, he'll never believe me. Iruka sipped his wine. The sweet and strong flavor caressed his taste receptors.

"I didn't think you drank during the work week." Iruka cringed.

"I've told you not to come in here like that. You need to start knocking like normal people." Iruka scolded Itachi.

"I did. I knocked several times." Itachi helped himself a glass of wine and sat on the couch.

He drank his wine quickly and leaned in to kiss Iruka. So eager. And once again we can't sit or cuddle... or talk...

"Wait! We need to talk." Iruka pushed Itachi away.

"Not this again," Itachi whined and tried to lean over Iruka again.

"It's about Sasuke." the name of Itachi's brother worked like a charm.

Itachi pulled away and poured himself another glass of wine.

"What is it this time?" he asked with a sigh.

"Did you talk to him?" asked Iruka.

"Yes I did. I explained to him that we're only friends." Itachi sighed.

"Well, last time you... ehm, you made too many marks on my neck. My shirt couldn't cover them all and..." Iruka managed.

"And your pupils saw them?" Itachi completed the sentence.

"Yeah. Sasuke stayed after the class."

"And what did you tell him?" There was an edge on Itachi's voice.

"Um, nothing really. He asked me... hmm, he asked me if I love you." Iruka saw a glint in Itachi's eyes.

"And?"

"And he said to me that you're his." Iruka continued.

"I'm his what?" Itachi smirked.

"No, the words he used were 'he's mine'." Iruka waited.

"Mm-hmph" was all Itachi said.

Iruka waited for a while before continuing.

"I got the impression that he likes you."

"Really?" there was something odd in Itachi's voice.

Iruka decided to push a bit more.

"No, not like... I think he loves you, in a romantic sense."

"Is that right?" the odd tone was still there.

He's not laughing. He's not telling me that I'm insane. This is outlandish. Could it be...

"You knew, didn't you?" Iruka asked.

Itachi didn't answer.

"You knew and it doesn't bother you?" Iruka pressed.

"Why? Are you jealous?" Itachi asked.

"What? No!" Okay, this is becoming freakish.

"But he's your brother, you should... well, I don't know what you should do, but you should still do it."

"I have done something." Itachi answered.

"Yeah, you talked to him, but obviously it didn't help." Iruka shook his head.

"Yep, I did that too." The strange tone teased Iruka, he couldn't put his finger on it, but he knew it to be nothing good.

"Okay, what did you do?" The bad feeling intensified and Iruka already regretted he had asked.

Itachi drank his wine and leaned near Iruka. He pinned the older man on the couch and breathed into his ear.

"It's a secret."

The words whispered into his ear made Iruka's flesh crawl. He can't mean... Could he? Did he really do something to his brother? No, it must be a joke. Iruka let out a nervous laugh and pushed Itachi off of him.

"I've been thinking..." Iruka drew a deep breath before continuing "Maybe we should stop seeing each other."

His own words sounded foreign as they came from his mouth. He hadn't really thought about it, at least not consciously, but now as he heard them he knew it was the right thing to do.

"Why? Is it because what I did last time?" Itachi asked.

"No! That's not it." Iruka rushed and realized how obvious he was.

"I can be more gentle."

"No. What I mean is, it's not only that. You see, we don't do anything else together... you know... beside sex. Not that I'm dissatisfied or anything, but..." Iruka blushed.

"I see. So what you want is a relationship, am I right?" Itachi teased.

"Well, I think I want more than just, you know. And now there is this thing with Sasuke. I really don't want to see him hurt and it's really hard for the both of us at school together..." Iruka's voice trailed away.

"You don't have to worry about Sasuke. He's my otouto, I'll take care of him." Itachi smirked and leaned in to kiss Iruka's neck.

"Stop." Iruka pushed Itachi "I really think we should stop this... at least for a while... Take a break, so we could both think about what we want."

"I already know what I want." Itachi continued seductively.

"Yeah, but we should give Sasuke time to adjust and... ehm, we should just wait for things to calm down."

"You're really hot when you worry so much, sensei." Itachi teased and tried to kiss Iruka.

"Don't make this any harder, please. I already said I think we should stop seeing each other."

"I heard you. But can't we, just once more?" Itachi asked with a smile, but it didn't reach into his eyes which were cold and piercing.

"No, I don't think we can." Iruka said with resolution.

Itachi didn't listen to him. He pinned Iruka down, hard. Iruka's hand let go off the wine glass he was holding, it chattered on the floor, staining his carpet. Itachi's hand found Iruka's shirttail and sneaked under it. His mouth was nibbling Iruka's neck.

"Stop! Don't do this Itachi." Iruka pleaded.

"Just shut up and stop fighting. I know you want this too." Itachi commanded more harshly.

This isn't the Itachi I like. This is the Itachi from last time. The humiliation, the hurt, the pain which had made him cry, it all hit Iruka at once. He didn't want this. No, he was scared and on the edge of full panic.

"No, I don't want this! Stop!" Iruka yelled.

He fought the panic. Everything is okay. The worst thing that could happen is that we have sex and then he leaves. But it wasn't what he believed. The nagging voice in the back of his head was telling him how badly he could get hurt, and the message was coming through. His eyes snapped wide open. He stared at Itachi with eyes like those of a rabbit trapped by a fox. Itachi answered the stare with a predatory smile, knowing exactly how scared Iruka was.

Not this time. I will not let him do this to me this time. Iruka struggled hard. He pushed and yelled. Then he punched Itachi. The answer came faster than he had expected. And harder. Iruka's head dipped left as Itachi's fist connected with his right cheek. The adrenalin running hot through his body took the pain with it. But the punch had an effect. Now Iruka could see it clearly. He could see what Itachi really was.

Itachi's hand snuck to his pants. The skillful fingers worked them open and pushed inside. The oh so gentle touch Itachi was giving him fueled Iruka's anger. It made him fight harder.

"You're so sexy" Itachi murmured "And the way you resist me makes me want to do this even more."

The words slashed at Iruka. He lifted his knee and kicked Itachi with it. For the lack of space the kick was barely noticeable but Itachi didn't let it go unnoticed. The next blow was even harder than the first. The iron taste of blood filled Iruka's mouth. Blood was flowing from his split lip, running down his cheek. Itachi lowered himself and licked an escaped droplet.

"You see what happens when you don't behave." Itachi said flicking his tongue.

The pain was demanding Iruka's attention. He opened his eyes and saw Itachi's amused smirk. He is really enjoying himself. Iruka's resolution crumbled. I can't just give up. Not even if I'm fighting a losing battle. Itachi's eyes flashed crimson, the three tear-like black dots circling each of his pupil terrified Iruka. He had never seen the sharingan before. Not like this. Itachi's hand was holding Iruka's arms above his head. He had to try something and he bucked his hips up and pulled his hands apart at the same time. He got his left arm free and was just about to hit Itachi when the third blow came.

For few seconds Iruka didn't know what was going on. The punch had been hard. It made him black out. When he came to he had been turned over and now he was lying on his stomach. Itachi was pulling his pants down.

"No! Stop!" Iruka screamed.

"You brought this on yourself. I told you to behave." Itachi said coldly.

Itachi lifted Iruka's hips up and spread his buttocks. Something slick pressed against his entrance and before he knew sharp mind-tearing pain shot trough him. Iruka gasped for breath. It was hard to inhale, like his lungs had terminated their contract. The pain flooded Iruka's mind. It was tearing him apart. Starting from his rear, splitting him in half along his spine. Demolishing him. Tearing thin, deep wounds inside him.

Then the first thrust came. Itachi pulled himself out and slammed back in. He did it again, finding his pace.

"NO!" Iruka screamed.

Hot tears burned in his eyes. His lip bruised, gathering more fluids and swelling. Iruka tasted his blood. Each thrust burned more. It tore not only his body but his soul as well. It rent his heart, making it bleed, to cry those crimson droplets, the elixir of life.

"Oh gods! Ahh! Iruka, you're so good!" Itachi panted.

He was close. Iruka could feel it. The excitement of violence worked like petrol on the flames of Itachi's arousal. The thrusts came more forceful. Itachi gripped Iruka's hair and pulled his head back.

"Let me hear you scream." he murmured ramming deep into his bleeding passage.

Iruka closed his eyes. It will be over soon. he calmed himself.

"Ahh! No!" Iruka moaned.

The pleasure came as a revelation. Itachi pushed again and hit his prostate. No please no! Itachi's hand wandered to Iruka's flaccid shaft. His fingers wound around it gently and started to stroke it. They worked Iruka's length so lovingly, so affectionately that it mocked Iruka. This was the torment Itachi had mastered. Humiliation, the ultimate derision. Iruka's eyes flooded with tears of shame, of betrayal. Not only by his lover, but by his own body which was responding to Itachi's ministrations.

Itachi made sure he hit the sweet spot inside Iruka with each thrust. Iruka spasmed.

"Ahh!"

The familiar pressure built in his stomach. Opposite to what he normally did Iruka thought about arousing things. Orgasms and naked men and women. Anything to get himself to come faster. To free him. Iruka's back arched.

"Ahh!" he panted.

The unsatisfying relieve came. His seed run to his stomach and over Itachi's hand, dripping to his couch. Itachi let Iruka's shaft go. He clenched Iruka's hips and picked up his pace. He rammed in again and again.

"Oh, fuck. You're so tight. Ahh!"

The hot semen ran into Iruka's abused ass. Itachi stayed inside until he caught his breath. Then without a word he let Iruka collapse on the couch. Soon Iruka could hear water running in the bathroom. His mind was empty. There was not a single thought. As the water was turned off the pain crept back in. His orgasm had dulled it, but now it grew stronger minute by minute. Then the door slammed and Iruka was alone. He turned to his side and pulled a woolen blanket over his half naked body. Every move hurt like hell. His rear was burning. His lip was still swelling and sore. His heart cried red tears of anguish, betrayal and disappointment.