The Jutsu of Surrender

AN: Thanks again to Keaira for being my beta. The next chapter is already being worked on, so expect it in a week or so. Maybe less, if I keep on this roll. (Also, if you like my style enough, try my original story. Any review-age would be appreciated.)


Itachi stood before Leader’s door, steeling himself for what he knew would come. Taking in a deep breath, he knocked lightly. He heard Leader’s reply to come in, and reluctantly pushed the door open. “Yes?” The door clicked shut softly behind him.

Leader sat behind his desk but stood as Itachi entered, movements as graceful as a feline. He smiled, one that he knew agitated his young underling. “Come here.”

After a moment’s hesitation, Itachi obeyed. Incense cones placed in stylish dragon containers burned, musky scent filling the room. The smoke curled from the dragon’s nose, clinging to Itachi’s hands as he passed by, disturbing the smoke. It made Itachi’s nose wrinkle as he caught a heavy whiff. The small bed Leader often used to nap in between work and study was just beyond the desk he stood next to. That held memories, ones he felt were better left ignored.

“I heard something rather... amusing today.”

“Oh?”

Leader nodded, smirk firmly in place. He moved forward to slide his arms around Itachi’s waist, bringing him closer. Itachi stiffened, smothering a flinch from the other’s touch. Leader moved closer, lips brushing against Itachi’s ear. “Something about you belonging to someone... other than me?”

Trying to fight down his surprise, Itachi remained quiet for a moment. Damn, he hadn’t checked at that moment to see if anyone was spying on them. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said coolly.

“Oh.... now, Itachi,” he licked the shell of his ear, “it would upset your little brother to hear you say that.”

Itachi used all of his will power to keep from moving his head away. If he annoyed Leader now, then he might disapprove of Sasuke staying with him. “Are you recording this?” He wouldn’t put it past Leader to record something that might hurt Sasuke, and show it to him later.

“Mm... not telling.” Leader sucked on his earlobe, hands sliding up his back.

Itachi shivered. “What does it matter if I said it?”

“Well... because it was a lie.” His breath tickled Itachi’s ear.

Turning his head, he looked coldly at Leader. “It wasn’t.” Itachi’s head jerked back, Leader’s backhand catching him off guard.

“No. You belong to me. And I think I’m going to drill that into your mind and body the rest of the day and night.”

Despite his predicament, Itachi lifted his chin defiantly. “I told you I’d rejoin you in bed, that in no way makes me yours.”

Leader chuckled and shoved the Uchiha toward his bed. “We’ll see.”

Itachi stumbled for a few steps then regained his balance quickly. He narrowed his eyes before taking a few more steps back and sitting on the bed. Obedience, but on his own terms. Leader rolled his eyes and walked toward him slowly.

“Undress.”

Clenching his jaw, Itachi did as he was asked, removing the shirt he commandeered first. Standing for a bit he removed his pants then sat back down, fully nude. The silk sheets felt odd against his skin, smoother than what he was used to. His fingers absently stroked the fabric, eyes un-focusing for a moment. Leader was undressing; he could tell from the hiss of fabric as it fell to the floor. Fingers found their way to Itachi’s hair, releasing the tie at the back of his neck. His hair fell over his shoulders once freed, a stark contrast against his pale skin.

“So delicious,” Leader mumbled, fingers playing with his hair. “Lay back.”

Itachi scooted back on the bed, turning a little to lie on the pillows. The ceiling had been painted a blood red; he concentrated on the color he enjoyed. Sasuke was what he should have been thinking of, but part of him kept his image from appearing in his mind. It felt dirtier, to think of him while another touched him. Leader’s hands slid up Itachi’s thighs, thumbs edging dangerously close to more sensitive areas. Licking his lips, he ignored the caress. If he didn’t respond at all, he would pay for it later. But he’d make Leader work for it, if he wished to hear moans from his stoic underling.

“Stubborn... how long will that last?” Kisses were placed around Itachi’s navel, hands at his hips. “I know you, Itachi. Your body won’t ignore me.” A tongue dipped into his navel, playing in the crevice there. The Uchiha’s stomach danced and contorted, a groan barely held back. They held enough history for Leader to remember just what would wring pleased sounds from him. Eager hands met smooth skin, sliding up and down Itachi’s sides, painted nails leaving red welts in their wake. Itachi couldn’t help the moan that escaped him, his body arching a bit out of reflex. Leader smirked, nipping at the curve of abdominal muscle.

Half giving in, Itachi closed his eyes, sighing. This was how it always was, much to his frustration. It never took long. It should have; it shouldn’t affect him at all, or at the very most, further into Leader’s games. No matter what Itachi thought of, or how hard he tried to deny it, Leader’s touch would always please him. Sickening to think of, that he didn’t have nearly as much control over himself as he thought.

“That’s better... Isn’t it, Itachi?”

“Yes,” he replied quietly, turning his head away. Leader’s fingers held his jaw firmly, turning him back toward his questing lips, purring as Itachi slowly responded to the kiss. A warm hand closed around his length, stroking it teasingly slowly. Itachi moaned against Leader’s lips, hands remaining at his sides, fingers fisting in the sheets. The calloused hand tightened and added more friction, leaving Itachi panting and struggling to control his breathing.

Leader smirked, nipping at the tip of his chin. He hated to rush this, and it had been so long since the last time he was able to touch Itachi, but he couldn’t wait much longer. There would be plenty of time to play with the beautiful man later. Reaching under the pillow, he removed the tube of lubrication from its hiding place.

The warmth above and around him suddenly gone, Itachi peeked open an eye to discover the reason. He frowned and re-closed his eye. Leader’s eyes had roamed over his body as he stroked himself to spread the lube, licking his lips like one would before eating. Being devoured by Leader’s eyes; he was sure he knew exactly what was going through the other man’s mind. Plans for later; things to do to his body. Itachi bit his tongue in anger. It was all worth it, he reminded himself. In the end, it would be worth it.

Leader lifted Itachi’s legs until his knees almost pressed against the pillow beside his head. Itachi’s eyes shot open, brows drawing together. Much better, to watch those spiteful eyes. Using his shoulder to keep Itachi’s leg pinned, Leader guided his member to his entrance. He sucked in a slow breath noisily, Itachi’s body tight around him while he slid inside. Releasing his length, he quickly returned to gripping the backs of Itachi’s knees. Itachi moaned quietly, arousal bringing color to his cheeks.

“I hate you,” he whispered, eyes flashing red.

Leader sneered, fully filling Itachi. “Then why are you hard?” Ah, if looks could kill. Itachi’s mangekyou had no effect on him, as held by secrets of his own clan. If it had, he was sure Itachi would have killed him long ago. As delicious as those glares were, he rather preferred the look he had while lost in pleasure, and moved his hips away to achieve that. He slammed back into him, their bodies connecting with a loud slap.

White entered his vision for a moment, Itachi cursing to himself as Leader hit that sensitive spot inside him. A shock went through him as he hit it again, relentlessly thrusting into him. It was times like this that he gave up cursing his weakness, giving in to the pleasure and the sweaty man above him. Reluctantly he reached up, nails digging into Leader’s shoulder. He knew better than to hope to hurt him and make it stop; Leader loved that sort of pain. Sadists that they all were in this place, Itachi wasn’t surprised.

While Itachi’s thoughts drifted, Leader’s hand curled around his length, giving it short jerks mostly on beat with his thrusts. Itachi cried out underneath him then bit his lip almost hard enough to make it bleed. Leader tsked at him, tongue darting out to brush over what wasn’t trapped between his teeth. “Don’t do that, pet. It’s a waste.” He smirked as the Uchiha glared at him through hazy eyes. It wasn’t just enough to have his way with Itachi; it was knowing he won over the stubborn and not all there Uchiha. He could imagine just what this was doing to an already cracked mind. Like frost over a broken window, making the cracks spider out further than what was first there.

It was finally too much for Itachi, orgasm a bittersweet arrival. The way he was bent caused his seed to spill over his chest and hair, warming his skin. He shuddered, half out of disgust. Leader continued to thrust into him until finally he reached release as well, grunting as his member spasmed inside him. Itachi was suddenly aware of how uncomfortable his position was, wishing he could shove the older man off of him and breathe a little easier. As soon as Leader caught his breath, he shifted away from Itachi, letting his legs rest on the bed for a moment. Itachi grabbed the sheet and wiped himself off, frowning.

“Tch, don’t ruin my sheets,” Leader snatched them from Itachi’s hands, tossing a towel at him that he retrieved from under the bed.

Itachi caught it and sat up, wincing a little. If this was a taste of what Sasuke felt, he would pamper the boy more as soon as he was back to the safety of his room. No wonder he limped. Gritting his teeth, he finished wiping himself clean, tossing the towel at Leader’s head. He’d hoped that being lulled by pleasure would dull his senses, and perhaps the towel would hit the bastard in the face. No such luck; Leader caught the towel, laughing at Itachi’s expression.

“Don’t be mad, Itachi.”

“You’re too much like Orochimaru.”

Leader sniffed, looking away. “Don’t compare me to that ingrate.”

Seeing his chance, Itachi rose slowly. There was a bit of bad blood between the Leader and Orochimaru, for reasons Itachi didn’t care to know or find out. While Leader brooded, he bent to gather his clothes.

“Where do you think you’re going?” A hand fastened around Itachi’s wrist, jerking him back into bed. “I don’t believe I gave you permission to leave.” He smiled at Itachi, stroking his cheek even at the risk of possibly losing a finger or two. “I plan on our first night together in years to last a very, very long time.” Itachi closed his eyes in quiet submission, shaking a little in the effort to rein in his emotions. Yes, playing with Itachi’s sanity was so very fun. “Now let’s get ready for round two...”


Many rounds later, Itachi was finally free, almost inside the only place he wanted to be at the moment. He winced at the pain and rubbery feeling in his legs, opening his door. Once inside, he closed the door silently, leaning against it as he formed a few seals that he hoped would keep Leader from spying on him. The idea of being watched constantly was unnerving at best. He was weary beyond belief, eyes straining to focus on his bed in the dark. Very early morning, if not well into the day already. Itachi didn’t bother to turn on the lights, knowing his room well enough to navigate a path to his bed without tripping.

When he was close enough, he could make out the lump in his bed. Sasuke looked far too young when he slept that peacefully, hair hanging over his cheek, moving with every breath. He let himself watch Sasuke, his peaceful beauty soothing to his raw nerves. Usually he’d sleep then spar with Kisame, or ruin a few trees with his rapid hits and kicks... This seemed good enough, for the time being. What happened still tugged at him, just not as much.

His legs protested loudly at having to stand any longer, so he crawled into bed, curling next to Sasuke. The younger Uchiha instantly curled against him, snuggling close. Itachi couldn’t help but give a half smile at the memories that invoked. Innocent, scared little boy seeking protection from whatever night terror haunted him. Even when Sasuke was small, he fit amazingly well against him, like they were meant to stay close. Itachi kissed his hair and stroked his brother’s back, trying to lull himself to sleep.

“Mmmm.” Sasuke smiled in his sleep, slowly murmuring, “Itachi...”

Itachi didn’t know why, but Sasuke’s innocent words reminded him just how dirty he felt. He sighed, resigning himself to a cold shower. The general bathing area was the only place that kept hot water, minus the infirmary’s tubs. Even if it was cold, it would get Leader’s scent off of his body. Sasuke, on the other hand, wasn’t going to let him go easily. His face was pressed against Itachi’s chest, and he grunted crossly when his brother tried to pull away. Itachi tried again, this time a little harder, mostly freeing himself from Sasuke’s grasp.

Sasuke’s eyebrows furrowed, eyes opening slowly. “Aniki?”

“Shh... go back to sleep. I need to take a shower.”

“Mkay... love you...” he was already mostly asleep, not aware of how easily the words came to him. Itachi touched his cheek, fingers stroking Sasuke’s soft skin for a moment before rising. The way he sat up must have been the wrong way since it sent a pain up and down his back. It wasn’t just his ass, but the things Leader did, the positions he had to stay stiff at... Gah. Itachi hated that man. He made his way to the bathroom door, turning the light on and quickly pulling the door so it was only open a crack, not wanting to wake Sasuke. Itachi peeled off his shirt and tossed it away, dropping his pants to the ground without too much effort. “Fuck...” This was his life, for the next three years. It hadn’t sunk in until just then.

Leaning back against the tile after starting the shower, he tilted his face up to catch the spray from the showerhead. Sasuke was worth it. He would never regret the things he had done, but having a chance to be around one of the two people he could stand in his family was too much of a blessing to pass up. One of the people he cared for. When he had first left Sasuke, he had been resentful of the fact that the brat wouldn’t know exactly what he had done for him. Safe from their screwed up clan, safe from their father’s demented ways. He’d sacrificed the first person he’d ever loved, and the only one that knew him for what he was, and didn’t care about that... he killed Shisui. To gain that mighty power, he had to sacrifice the person he was closest to. That was what his father had pushed on him relentlessly, showing him the secret area of the shrine, where the jutsu of the so called respectable clan were brutal, and the means of attaining them even worse. Kill the person closest to him, and gain... Shisui and Sasuke, he cared for both, they were both precious to him. In the end, he couldn’t kill his brother, so that logically left the other...

Then those nosey fools accused him outright, in front of Sasuke no less, of Shisui’s death. Beating them brought slight relief from the guilt and newer feeling of grief, he would have killed them and his father right at that moment, if Sasuke’s cry hadn’t recalled his senses. Leader had been there, pushing him to gain the mangekyo along with his father. After he achieved that goal, Leader then took him aside, much to his father’s happiness. If he had only known... The seeds Leader had planted in his mind. He was a boy then; at the time he would have railed at anyone calling him that, having killed, been through the strictest training, and taken the most difficult missions. That was exactly what he was, and no manner of skillfulness could have avoided the rebelliousness of a newly turned teenager. Now he knew just how... impressionable he had been, as Leader gave him the idea of killing his clan. It was one he readily accepted, and still would have, even now. The world didn’t need them.

Sasuke did, and that’s what he wanted to stop as well. His brother needed to be on his own, to not constantly be reminded of how great his older sibling was. Eventually, Sasuke would have ended up hating him, he mused back then, through constant reminding of things he’d yet to attain, or because of the death of his clan. The right thing to do, in Itachi’s mind, was to test his newly attained jutsu, and destroy his so-called great clan. Worthless as they were, falling at his feet with little effort on his part.

In the end, he planned on killing them all, and tried to strike down Sasuke. The first miss in a long time. He couldn’t kill Sasuke, the trusting, loving little brat that he was. Itachi resolved to make sure Sasuke would remember what he had done, turning his new gift on his younger brother. The boy even recovered from it quickly, despite what the others had suffered. Maybe a part of him held back on the boy who would curl up in bed with him, who would follow him out to the training grounds and wouldn’t give up on asking for his brother’s help in becoming like him...

Itachi sighed to himself, scrubbing at his face. These thoughts were getting him nowhere. Drudging up the past only disturbed old wounds that had never quite healed. He supposed this was fatigue unraveling the walls he put up to keep from thinking more on that subject. The soap sat in the dish across from him on the wall, probably as cold as his shower water. Taking it, he slowly rubbed the soap across his chest. Feeling and smelling clean might help erase some of what his night had been. He was so wrapped up in lathering his body that he didn’t hear Sasuke slip into the shower with him. Itachi bent, back to Sasuke, scrubbing at his thighs until they stung.

Sasuke blinked slightly, sleep still fogging his mind. Reaching out, he slid his arms around Itachi’s waist. “Aniki?”

Itachi flinched, squeezing the soap hard enough for it to loudly hit the shower wall then clank against the tiled floor. His heart had stopped for a moment, unable to process just how someone had slipped in without him detecting it. For a moment he thought it was Leader again, but then the voice sank in.

“Sorry.” Sasuke dropped his arms and stepped back.

Itachi closed his eyes and took slow breaths to calm himself. If he didn’t snap out of this soon, he’d be a liability on a mission. Turning, he caught the hurt in Sasuke’s eyes as he looked away. Itachi quickly washed the soap off of his body then grabbed his brother by the shoulders, pulling him into a tight embrace. “Don’t be sorry... I’m just jumpy, you remember how jumpy I was after missions, ne?”

Letting out a breath, Sasuke returned the hug. He had been worried that he had done something wrong. Even back then, on some of the missions Itachi returned from, he had avoided his family. Sasuke had never understood back then, but had accepted that it was just part of his brother’s way of doing things.

After a moment’s pause, Itachi spoke slowly, choosing his words carefully. “Sasuke... if Leader ever shows you anything you might not like me saying... or doing... Just... listen to me first, okay?”

“Okay.” Sasuke frowned against his chest. “Why?”

Itachi ignored the question, laying his cheek on Sasuke’s hair. Leader could screw him senseless every night, but he would not take his brother away from him. Sasuke was worth this, and more.

“I wasn’t expecting you to be gone all night.” Sasuke nuzzled Itachi’s chest. “Missed you.”

“I missed you too... I thought about you all night.” Which, in part, was true.

Sasuke smiled up at him. “Really?”

“Yes.” Itachi didn’t feel up to returning the smile quite yet, but if Sasuke kept looking at him like that, he might break down and do it soon. “Did you find out where everything is?” He quickly added, “Deidara was nice, right?” Not TOO nice. The pervert.

Sasuke nodded. “He was. He showed me where to eat, then Kisame took me around the place until I was familiar with my surroundings.” The gilled man was kind, but to the point. A little amusing from time to time as well, adding notes to his tour. In one spot, he had pointed out the area where Deidara had kicked Orochimaru in his manhood for all he was worth. When Sasuke had inquired about the incident, through a rather evil chuckle, he found his former master had propositioned the blonde. Sasuke could guess just how he had done such a thing, having lived with the man.

“Good... I’ll probably be gone tomorrow night as well... until then,” he kissed Sasuke’s now damp hair, “I haven’t slept at all, and I’m starving... but I opt for sleep.” Sasuke pulled away, turning the water off for him. “Thank you,” Itachi said quietly, pulling back the curtain. The younger Uchiha stepped out of the shower first, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around Itachi, rubbing it up and down his sides. Itachi was mildly surprised by his younger brother’s actions, and his own expression was almost... loving. Or somewhere close to it. Even if Leader kept him in bed for days, this was what he had to come back to. That definitely made any sacrifice worth it.

Sasuke flushed at the look, lowering his gaze and continuing to dry Itachi off. He was tired, that was all. Itachi’s fingers touched his hair, fingertips massaging his scalp gently. “Mmm...”

What he really wanted... Itachi sank to his knees, both hands sinking into Sasuke’s hair at the back of his head, and kissed him soundly. His brother responded readily, kissing back with just as much passion. Eventually Itachi slowed, enjoying Sasuke’s taste. Much better than Leader’s taste, in his opinion. Sasuke wrapped one of his arms around Itachi’s shoulder, holding on to him. The towel slipped from his fingers, forgotten, covering Itachi’s knees. Itachi shivered, the cold tile finally registering in his mind. He pushed the feeling aside again, sliding his hand to the small of Sasuke’s back, pulling him into his lap. Giving Sasuke’s scalp one last scratch, he pulled him close enough that their arousals touched, sending sparks up both bodies. Sasuke gasped, bucking his hips. It was all Itachi could do not to push him down and have his way with him. He nipped at Sasuke’s chin, closing his eyes. “Gods I want you...”

Sasuke tilted his head back invitingly. “Nnn... I want you too, aniki...”

Itachi took a moment to think, as hard as it was at the moment, what with the slight sleepiness that still lingered with the fog of lust. He couldn’t sleep with Sasuke. The only choices were by hand or mouth... or... if Sasuke were seme. Hand wasn’t what he needed, and while he was impressed by Sasuke’s oral skills, that wouldn’t do either. That left the only option now, to let Sasuke top him. He still hurt from Leader’s incessant pounding, but maybe... he’d feel a little cleaner, better, if Sasuke were the one to do it this time. Someone that he was finally willing to say yes to, without threat of loss of life. “Hold on to me.” Fine, he’d do it willingly this time. Besides, they both needed something more substantial than just a few touches. Sasuke leaned closer, wrapping both arms around Itachi’s neck. Itachi lifted them, careful not to slip on the wet bathroom floor. The way back to his bed never seemed longer. As he fell back onto his bed, he made sure Sasuke was jostled around as little as possible.

Sasuke couldn’t help but chuckle at Itachi’s actions. Still, something had happened during this deal that Leader had made with Itachi that bothered his brother. He could tell Itachi was holding something back, but he didn’t question it. Not yet, at least. Itachi was still too wounded from whatever ordeal he’d gone through.

“We can’t do what I want to do.” Itachi licked Sasuke’s cheek suggestively. “What do you want to do?”

The younger Uchiha’s eyes widened slightly as he tried to keep hope from flaring up too high. “What do you mean?”

Itachi blinked at that, and wondered yet again just how dense his brother was. “I mean... I can’t fuck you. What do you want to do? Anything you want...” If it wasn’t denseness, then maybe he was innocent? Itachi doubted it, but then again...

Sasuke pouted. “I want you to fuck me.” He nuzzled Itachi’s neck, making his brother shiver.

Nope, not that innocent. Though when he pouted like that... No. He couldn’t take the chance and injure his brother like that. “I can see fudging the month the medical nin gave you by a week... not by four.”

“Please...” Sasuke nipped at his sensitive neck. “I feel a lot better already.”

“Nnnn...” His mind drifted for a moment, brought on by Sasuke’s proximity and relentless convincing techniques. Itachi finally waded through the hazy lust, shaking his head. “Not yet, Sasuke.”

“I want you, aniki...” Kissing down his neck, Sasuke slowly lowered his body, brushing against Itachi’s lower region enticingly.

Itachi’s mind wavered, hand slipping into Sasuke’s hair. “Sasuke...”

Knowing he was close to winning, a little bit of satisfaction leaked into Sasuke’s voice. “Mmm?” He rocked his hips, sending further jolts of pleasure between them both.

Itachi gripped Sasuke’s shoulders. “No.” His brother blinked in surprise, looking up at him. “I know any other day I wouldn’t mind you changing my mind... but just not right now.”

“Why not right now?”

“I just want to be able to say no, dammit, and not be questioned. Is that okay?” Itachi snapped, fingers digging a little harder into the boy’s shoulders.

Sasuke recoiled slightly, face completely blank. “Of course,” he said quietly, moving off of him. “I”ll get our clothes.”

Sighing, Itachi ran his hands through his hair in frustration. “Stop.”

Sasuke paused, glancing back. “No, it’s fine... I’m sure you’re just tired from your... mission,” if that’s what he could call it, “last night.” He walked into the bathroom, gathering up their clothes.

Itachi sighed loudly, scooting into the bed more, turning his back to the bathroom. Give the boy a chance at something he had previously expressed interest in doing, and he gets sensitive at being told no for something different. His brother could be so frustrating at times.

Putting the laundry in the hamper, Sasuke pulled open a drawer, wincing a little. His wounds were better. Still dully painful, from time to time, but the medical nin had done well. Sasuke took out fresh clothes for both he and his brother, then closed the drawer, the dresser rocking a little at the force he put behind it. He laid Itachi’s clothing next to the bed then slowly dressed himself. Lovingly, he pulled the blanket over Itachi.

Itachi reached up and caught his wrist. “Sasuke... I just want you here. Can you at least stay until I’m asleep?” Itachi figured the boy had already had enough sleep, but still... it would be a comfort, a luxury he could use right now.

“Aa,” Sasuke said quietly, slipping into bed. Itachi’s clothes were scratchy against a few of his still healing scabs, but he ignored that to get closer to his brother. They stayed silent for quite some time, Sasuke almost lulled to sleep listening to Itachi’s rhythmic breathing. He stayed awake for a bit longer, until he knew Itachi was fully asleep, then slipped out of bed. Itachi would be hungry when he got up, plus Sasuke wanted to explore a little more on his own. The scratches all over his body still ached and felt stiff from his night of sleeping, but generally felt better than before. Sasuke glanced back at Itachi, lips twitching in a slight smile. Only Itachi could have the power that he did, the ability to be cruel, and look so innocent while sleeping.

Yawning, he turned and opened the door. He felt like a slug already, but his body wanted to sleep more. Annoying body. Sasuke needed to re-tune it as soon as possible. The door creaked slightly as he shut it behind him, but Itachi didn’t stir, thankfully. Sasuke sighed in relief, then set out to explore the parts of the Akatsuki dwelling that Kisame had only glossed over before.