Teaching Without Leaving Any Room For Doubt

Chapter 7 Animal Tour

“Where is he?”

“I’m sorry Mr. Uchiha he’s not available at this time, if you would leave…”

“I did that already!”

“Ahh…I will let him know you called.”

“You do that!”

‘Click’

Sasuke threw his cell phone across the dressing table, and then leaned back in his chair staring at his reflection. He didn’t like the new look, Itachi insisted on some drastic changes over the month long tour. He ran a hand through his dark hair bushing it out of his face, glaring at his silent cell phone.

‘Where is that idiot, and why hasn’t he called me back?’

The raven hadn’t heard or seen Naruto since, his brother had showed up in the middle of the best sexual experience Sasuke ever had. Itachi was another problem. His brother acted as if nothing had happen even inviting himself over randomly and then looking around as if Naruto would appear suddenly.

Sasuke didn’t want to talk about what they had done together. It was too weird; he really wanted to forget, especially with the way it had turned Naruto on. What the fuck was Naruto’s problem? What guy wants to see his boyfriend kiss his brother?

‘Dammit!’ Sasuke fumed, ‘boyfriend!’ That was a stretch. They had just, had sex. No, they hadn’t had ‘real sex’ just fooled around. Receiving a blowjob did not equal, boyfriend. ‘Dam!’ Sasuke shook his head. Now the big hero wouldn’t return his calls and hadn’t bothered to see him off before his tour.

The door opened, bringing the sound of the group Acrid’s death metal to assault the brooding raven. Sasuke buried his head in his knees, wrapping his arms around his legs; he really didn’t feel up to singing tonight; a small dark closet away from everyone seemed like the perfect place to curse Naruto.

“NO fucking way!” Kiba barked, punching Lee’s shoulder.

“Yup!” Lee laughed. He raised a fist threateningly, “Punch me again and I’ll nail ya!”

Shikamaru, Karin, and Itachi followed the two drummers.

Karin went directly to Sasuke, poking him in the shoulder. “Come on sit-up so I can fix this…” she dragged her fingers threw his thick hair tussling it.

“I don’t want to sing tonight.” He grumbled keeping his face deliberately down in his knees.

“Well I won’t fault you for that, you look like a…”

“Shut-up Karin,” Itachi ordered. Stepping over to his little brother and glaring at the redhead chick disgusted. “Why don’t you guys back off for a minute?”

Shika and Lee headed for the front of the trailer where a small kitchenette had piles quick foods from the concert.

Kiba scratched the back of his head, he didn’t like seeing the usually positive, and eager to play vocalist so depressed. He had his own sorrow over not speaking with Shino. However, Kiba had managed to hide his loneliness better than the Raven. Karin grabbed his arm suddenly pouting and pushing her hard boobs against him.

“Kiba wont you join me for a cup of coffee,” she simpered casting glances at the raven.

Itachi reached over peeling her clutches off the drummer. “I need him too, go have coffee with Lee.”

The glowering look in Itachi’s eyes was enough to cow the devious she-stalker. She nodded and sniffed as if insulted and then shoved her dark thick frames up her nose before walking heavily back toward the kitchenette.

“Th..thanks ‘Ta’chi,” Kiba offered rubbing his bicep where the makeup-artist-dancer had sank her claws, in hopes of making Sasuke jealous.
“What’s up?”

Itachi stared at his little brother shaking his head everything he’d attempted to help shake Sasuke’s depression had failed.

“Look the photo’s from the last layout came back, I want you guys to see.”

Kiba laughed, blushing, “I cant believe you actually had those done.” He stepped closer to the two brothers to get a better view.

Sasuke lifted his head, for half a second he caught Itachi’s eye, but quickly looked away staring at the eight by ten glossy black and white photos in a large black portfolio.

The band manager flipped through the first headshots quickly stopping at an eleven by thirteen image of the group.

“This is the album cover,” he grinned.

Kiba’s mouth fell open, and then he growled blushing magenta. “What the fuck ITACHI?”

The younger raven lifted the picture staring avidly at the *naked* band. “This really looks hot,” he said.

“WHAT!?” Kiba barked, “We look…look…” he stammered.

Itachi smirked, “Like you guys are a couple.”

“But we’re not!”

“So…” Sasuke and Itachi said in unison, and then both gave each other identical smirks. Kiba bit his tongue; he hadn’t seen a genuine smile on his partner all month.

The drummer felt humiliated at how the picture tuned out, he didn’t think they would actually “use these” shots for publicity; in the back of his head he heard a familiar voice tell him he’s too naive. He grimaced, “What’s the point? I mean we don’t want people thinking we’re gay and dating each other. Wont that hurt our fans?”

“No, I don’t think so.” Itachi said watching his little brother flick through one image after the other.

“I like this one for the inside cover.” Sasuke held up a picture of Kiba and him in a bed. Sasuke was positioned as if he were crawling over Kiba’s chest, while a set of four legs that belonged to unseen ‘others’ rested along his shoulders, tangled with the sheets. Kiba’s hand was gripping Sasuke’s shoulder, as if he were either pushing or pulling the Raven.

The shot had been taken when they were fist climbing on the bed. Both the musicians had thought that it wouldn’t work, but it seems the photographer had captured a great image.

Kiba growled deep in his throat. “Look guys I don’t think that’s the way to go.”

“Why not?” The lead vocalist said now passing more sultry images to his brother, who leaned down to whisper to Sasuke.

The drummer didn’t really have an answer since he never talked about how he felt for the doctor, and he certainly didn’t want to start now. “Look we are not…you know this just…seems wrong! We’re going to loose fans if we put these images out there.”

Itachi stood up straighter his little brother was willing to go along with the publicity; as long as Sasuke was happy Kiba would need to accept it for the remainder of the tour.

“I’ve already released the cover image, and our ratings have never been higher.” The music manager grinned, “I want Sasuke to do Animal with Karin tonight; the crowd won’t know what hit them.”

“She’d like that.” Sasuke said, and then stood handing the photo’s back to Itachi. “We still only get one song?”

“Wait, come on we were saving that for the studio.”

“Not anymore, we’re doing it tonight.” Sasuke said and then pulled off his robe tossing it aside.

Kiba flushed, in suppressed anger. Itachi intervened quailing a potential disagreement between the two.

“Yeah, Sas’ you guys only get one song,” his brother said mockingly. “I think our ratings scared them. They don’t want us stealing their fans.”

Sasuke pulled on deep plum leather pants, which dipped on his waist low enough to reveal his pale hipbones, accented by a silver chain link belt. The pants sat low enough to reveal Sasuke’s lack of pubs.

“We should have done our own concert instead.” Sasuke said.

Kiba stalked away realizing, as always neither Uchiha would consider his concerns. The situation felt too much like other concerts and he was left to cave and follow whatever decision those two made. “I need some air.”

“Wait Kiba.” Sasuke said, despite the warning glance Itachi gave.

Itachi rocked on his heels, wondering what the two vocalist would discuss, however his cell rang momentarily interrupting the conversation. Stairway to Heaven ring tone filled the large trailer.

“Excuse me,” Itach said glancing at the caller I.D. “I’ll go check the set-up, you guys get ready.” He walked toward the back of the trailer answering the phone with a firm, ‘Uchiha.’

Kiba stopped at the door, glaring back at his partner. “What?”

Sasuke pulled on a long dark coat that matched his leather pants, with a black snake slithering over the left shoulder its silver fangs bared on the front of the dark fabric. “Kiba I don’t give a dam what people think of me.”

“Well you aren’t the only one involved,” the drummer said turning to face his long time friend.

“Yeah I know,” Sasuke stared at his own refection, his shoulder length hair hung in thick waves around his large eyes and pale features. He thought he resembled a vampire more than the innocent Itachi still tried to paint him as, thus far. Now they, ‘Will of Fire’ need to make drastic changes, more than the physical transformation he had gone through over the last month. The group had to attract the right attention the only attention the raven ever desired.

“What the f*ck Sasuke, I don’t want people in my business!”

Sasuke’s dark eyes shifted in the mirror, “So you’re gay too?”

The drummer didn’t respond he continued to glower at the vocalist, while his face darkened.

“I thought so, but until now I wasn’t really certain,” he turned around leaning against the dressing table, crossing his long arms over his chest. “Let’s not deny it anymore.”

“Go to hell, my life is none of your business!”

“Fine, so you don’t want to stop following after Aburame like a pup after a bitch tit?”

A guttural sound rose in the drummer-guitarist throat. Inuzuka hadn’t used it since he’d fought alongside the ‘Dog Warriors’ during the war. That feral deadly noise drained what little color there was in the lead vocalist face.

Sasuke gulped; he didn’t anticipate Kiba to take the comment personally, words were flying out his mouth before Sasuke registered he was speaking.

“I’m tired of it! Waiting or chasing! Its not what I wanted for my life! I deserve better and so do you.”

Kiba glared, his chest rising quickly, counting down from an overwhelming desire to cause pain. The very thing that annoyed Kiba about Sasuke, gave him pause. He did feel like he was running a loosing race; nothing he had done over the last five years had gotten him any closer to the elite physician. Maybe Sasuke was right, they needed to change, although what the brothers suggested, bordered on cheating as far as Kiba was concerned. He already felt connected to the doctor; it was just a matter of time before the man would acknowledge him. However, how much time; he was tired of waiting too.

“I don’t know Sas’s I don’t want it to go too far.”

“Let me worry about that.” Sasuke sauntered over to the wardrobe pulling out Kiba’s outfit. “Get dressed, we should rehearse a little,” he smirked.

“Alright Sasuke, I aint telling people we’re a couple.” He took the clothing over to his section of the dressing table and pulled off his concert shirt.

“Neither will I,” Sasuke knew he wouldn’t need too.

Kiba changed quickly pulling on the black leather pants, in a couple of tugs on his muscled hips. He glanced up to see his partner gawking at him, “What are you lookin’ at, I told you…”

“Hey relax, I’m just practicing” he grinned mischievously at Kiba’s blank look. “We never need to tell them anything I’ll give you ‘the look’ and let them draw their own conclusions.” Sasuke winked.

“Whatever,” Kiba said. He ran a hand over his hair while grabbing a bottle of mink oil. “HA! Wait until Karin checks out the cover!”

Sasuke sucked his teeth, taking the oil and wiping it on the drummers back. “Don’t joke, she really is delusional.”

Kiba laughed harder, “All in her head huh?”

“Yup.”

“So you didn’t give her your briefs?”

The vocalist flush darker than Kiba’s hair, his hands poised on the drummers shoulders. “What the hell!”

The other band members hooted and piled noisily into the dressing area with Itachi in the lead.

“WHAT!” Karin snapped. The red head she devil, glared evilly at Kiba, as if he were responsible for the provocative photos.

“NOW I see what’s going on!” Lee jeered.

Kiba snickered, glancing at Karin “What I tell you Sas’s.”

Shikamaru smirked with a cigarette hanging on the corner of his lip, “This is unfortunate.”

Sasuke rolled his eyes ignoring the snide remarks, “What’s unfortunate?”

Shika pointed in response, toward the door, which leads into their private trailer. As one, everyone in the group besides, Itachi still chatting in his cell gaped as several cameras click off pictures of the two singers.

“WHAT TH!!!!” Kiba growled turning on the invaders red faced and fuming.

Sasuke blinked stunned and then seized the moment with a devious grin. He leaned on Kiba’s shoulder ignoring his partners’ humiliated glare. “Its ok this time guys, but ask before you invade our private time.” He smirked when several high-resolution devices switched to flash mode.

Kiba squawked nearly jumping away from Sasuke, but Itachi sidled up on his opposite side clamping the drummer on the back and mumbling for him to stay put, while trying to maintain his conversation in the phone and pose for the cameras. Which both Uchiha did very well, tilting their heads at the right moment.

“Can we ask you guys some questions?”

“What’s the nature of your relationship, Sasuke?”

“Kiba are you guys a couple?”

The reporters continued hammering questions faster than any of the artist could respond. Sasuke relished the attention, turning in time so every picture captured his sexist angle, with his arm hanging around Kiba’s bare shoulder.

Itachi ended his call abruptly, “Ok my guys need to get ready for the show.” He step forward directing the crowd.

“Come on Uchiha just a few more shots!”

Kiba took the momentary break to step toward the back of the trailer grabbing his cell phone and vest. Rock Lee and Shikamaru were adamantly talking to reporters while cameras flashed. The drummer spared a last look toward the brothers, now posing together for the media, he shook his head before ducking out of the may lay.
Not far from the noise, his phone rang, playing ‘Get Stoned,’ only one person had been assigned that ring tone. Shaking Kiba walked further back in the trailer before answering.

Meanwhile the reporters still hammered the brothers for details.

“Sasuke, who’s lead vocalist tonight?”

“Wait and see,” Sasuke said, grinning at the reporter.

“Little brother you really need to learn how to brag.” Itachi said, slapping him on the back, which jolted the lead vocalist.

Sasuke glared, while Itachi ignored him addressing the media pleasantly. “Sasuke is leading tonight; I’ll warn you now Will of Fire, only has room for one song this evening.”

“Why?”

“Uchiha you like to play hard! Trying to promote that new album?”

“Not me blame my little brother,” Itachi grinned slapping a hand across Sasuke’s chest, which earned him another death glare; this time Sasuke grabbed his hand to shove it away. With camera’s flashing, every few seconds, the two brothers’ eyes clashed.

One smirked while the other glowered, reflectively Itachi squeezed Sasuke’s hand, preventing his little brother from shoving him away especially with the media’s lens focused on the two of them. The older raven stood only a few inches over his brother but his persona appeared three times larger.

Sasuke gulped realizing he’d been staring hungrily at Itachi’s mouth and reliving the feel of those lips against his. He tried to pull away but Itachi’s grip held him longer than the vocalist wanted and then his older brother reached up an index finger and poked his forehead, with a soft chuckle.

“Sasuke’s band has given all they have during this tour,” Itachi said watching Sasuke’s throat jump in a hard swallow. He licked his lips slowly and then graced Sasuke with a half grin, pleased to see his little brothers’ eyes dilate on his mouth. “He told me no more than one song tonight they are ready to head home.”

The reporters threw a dozen more questions, however the music manager had enough publicity prior to the actual show, he ordered them all out, including the people taking pictures of the other band members.

He shut the door on the annoying brood however, a brunette wearing the bands signature hat and shades concealing most of her face, stepped up to the door and presented an Exclusive VIP gold colored badge.

Itachi huffed, he was done with the fans he had to get to the stage and check on the set-up. “Sorry the band is about to go on stage you can get autographs after the concert.”

“I’m not a fan, really,” he said using two fingers to stop the closing door.

The raven blinked, glancing down, since he didn’t know what was keeping the door open. The next moment he glared coldly at the intruder, what type of person would have a golden VIP badge unless they were family or a rabid fan. The coldness in the ‘guys’ voice was a shock as well, after the jovial moment he’d just enjoyed with the media and his little brother. In addition, the fact that she ended up a ‘he’ really annoyed Itachi.

“Move.” He said.

“No, I’m here to see someone, he told me to come here, but I had a hard time getting through all the traffic.”

Itachi didn’t release the door or invite the man in, he pulled the door harder, and smiled evilly when the fingers didn’t budge. “You like those fingers?”

Neji’s jaw flexed he lowered his head looking over the top of his shades, “Fine,” he said releasing the door and stepping away.

Sasuke watched Lee brag about his image in front of the camera, lifting his platinum and navy blue hair in the mirror. Shika nodded another cigarette perched between his lips while he tucked his dark shirt in his open slacks.

“I’m just a beautiful beast,” Lee laughed, showing the keyboardist a side view of his muscular torso, his black beater clinging to his body like a glove. “I know they took more pictures of me.”

“Whatever, even if they did snap your ugly mug more, my interview answers will be part of the main story.”

“Alright I’m going to the stage,” Itachi called pulling out his cell, “oh and guys,” he added before heading out the door. “The gold VIP badges you guys give out; make sure your guest knows where they are suppose to park and how much travel time it takes.”

The group grunted in agreement, everyone seemed in stage mode.

“Itachi, I need to talk to you after the show,” Sasuke called glaring at his older brother.

“Sure, did you invite that weird guy with the white eyes?”

“No, who is he?”

Itachi stepped aside as Lee pounded out the door, looking around wildly in the crowd.

“Hey where is he going?” Sasuke said.

“Lee, get back in here!” Itachi yelled.

However, the virgin ducked into the mass of people disappearing from view.

“God damit!”

“Calm down Sasuke, just get your ass on stage I’ll find him.” Itachi said.

Kiba entered the front of the trailer, flush face and breathing hard, he snatched up his guitar, “I’ll see you on stage,” he grouched before heading out the door without pause.

Sasuke and Shika gave each other a questioning glance then they grabbed their things and followed behind Kiba.

****

The crowd pulsed with people from as far away as Suna. Concertgoers dressed as if each had private invitations ranged in age from teen to mid-twenties. Some mimicked their favorite band member with multi colored hair or dark jeans and print tees.

Acrid’s Goth death metal fans dominated most of the month long tour, with shaved heads or brightly color Mohawks. Many featured innumerable stud filled holes from head to toe; some die-hard fans freakishly displayed their love for the group with the bands name metallically stapled around in their faces.

However, as the concert progressed, Will of Fire, who were intended as a back-up act, had grown in popularity. Now at the last concert before the trek home the small Konoha band had become a main attraction. The bands black logo t-shirts covered many more fans than at the start of the tour. The hype had gotten to the point where some *Fire Heads’* dressed as their favorite band member, eager to sing a lyric or two in front of the constantly filming media.

The only people that didn’t appreciate Sasuke and Kiba’s group were the headliners, Acrid and their manager. Itachi’s contract with the death metal manager allowed Will of Fire to open with two songs and close with three. However, over the last two weeks they had only had one opening and sporadic closings. Itachi had shared some very specific words, with Acrid’s promotion manager, when the man had tried to cut them out of the closing act at the end of the tour. He can be very persuasive when time and necessity called for it.

Sasuke and Shika met Kiba backstage and the three did a few sets while Karin got dressed. The one missing musician darted in a few moments after the first set, out of breath, but he seemed thrilled about it. Lee pulled his drumsticks from a back pocket and joined the boys in a Whack, Tap, and Zzsssh on a mini electric set.

Itachi nodded at the stage crew to hit the intro display, on mega media screens. Each set of three screens wrapped the stage on the left right and center. This allowed concert fanatics farther back to get a twenty-foot view. A pulsing orange and black-light lazar show, herald the nine flaming screens. Fans chanted the scorched words, as they blazed brighter until they were red orange fiery letters.

Will of Fire

The words beam brighter, yellow, and finally white. The crowd chanted beckoning the boys on stage, those that didn’t repeat the groups name screamed U-chi-HA-ha! It appeared the media had passed along that Sasuke, would lead.

The group title melted replace by double images of each band member with their affectionate pseudo name on the center display.

The Virgin, Rock Lee sat with his trademark platinum and midnight blue long bangs shielding most of his face aside from his nose, and mouth a kiwi lollipop between gleaming straight teeth. The virgin left little to the imagination, with his legs extended and spread; he leaned back on splayed palms, with his youth figure on display. A bass guitar lay across his lap, covering the ‘virgin prick.’ Lee appeared on the stage waving and flashing his perfect bite. The crowd roared hooting his name. Lee grinned broadly, both hands twirling a drumstick as he took his seat behind set, and pounded out a wild ricochet on drums and symbols. The crowd bounced in time with Lee’s short drum solo, and then jeered.

The triple screens peeled back Lee’s image replaced by The Daydreamer, Nara Shikamaru. He lay back in thick grass with his hands folded behind his head naked. The keyboardist had one knee up shading his ‘dream ride.’ Sun glistened on his olive skin, one eye gazed sleepily at the camera. Unconsciously Shika’s boredom with the photo shooting extravagance had successfully made him appear irresistibly sexy; a look that spoke ‘the wait is over.’ Blood curdling screams welcomed the young songwriter, as he took his seat and dance long fingers over the electronic keyboard.

Violet, green, and white lights circled the stage as an introduction to the next musician. A deafening wail circulated around the concertgoers, as The Animal Inuzuka Kiba, materialized on the mega screens. The drummer/guitarist/vocalist poised in a crawl like a primate stalking its mate. His sweat speckled skin glisten copper-crimson, a gentle twist in his hip, hid his ‘animal instinct.’ Lights swoop over the stages as Kiba struck up a tune on his dual deck eclectic guitar, a loud jarring sound that set the already hype crowed on an all new level.

*http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C6Ma1KOpKY0** ~for the fans~
*Animal I’ve Become by Three Days Grace*

An extended intro ushered in the final musician, as well as hysterical fans surging against the human chain of security guards keeping them away from the stage. The huge screen pixilated and then The Boy Scout Uchiha Sasuke faded in from a black background. Several fan girls actually fainted as the dark prince’s naked body came in view. He smiled innocently extending a marshmallow tipped skewer toward the camera, while a casual hand and angled knee concealed his, ‘scouts honor.’

The image shrunken from the screen; stage lights dimmed with cloaking the band in shadow. The music pivoted into their intro for the last song of the tour. The three screens simultaneously flashed in strobe like fashion. The speed blinding soon froze with the bands first album cover, all the lounging nude in a campsite, each band members solo cameo had come from this larger image. Riotous yells greeted the new display.

“Shhhhhhh…” someone hissed into a mic.

The band instantly played softer. The crowd quieted many flashing lighters or hooting for the music to begin.

“Wait, wait one second our loving fans.” The spot light sought out and landed on Sasuke, while the other band members kept up the extended intro tune. “We want to thank everyone for supporting us but above all we want to send a special thanks to my ‘older brother’, Uchiha Itachi.” With that Sasuke pointed to the large screens, eyeing Itachi, back stage out of spot light view, he smirked.

The screen shattered like broken glass revealing a very handsome Itachi in stylish grey suit. ‘The Voyeur’ flashed on opposing screens to more than a few laughs, and adoring bug eye girls and guys ogled the sexy music manager. Said manager folded his arms, glaring at his amused little brother.

The band cranked up the music with Kiba’s long fingers gliding over his blazing strings. His head nodding left with each pulse with his hair hanging in a stringy wet mess.

The music hammered louder reverberating in every corner. A white spotlight encircled Sasuke; he crawled across the stage with a black collar and leash around his neck. Karin tugged the leash in mock heel mode in her blood red stilettos and dominatrix outfit.

The sexual display of dominance and submission twisted with Sasuke at the chorus reaching back and pulling the vixen in his arms, and held her body from behind. The raven screamed the sexy lyrics in Karin's ear, her back pressed tight against his chest. His hands raked over her body down the red vinyl to her spread thighs gripping them with a body jolting thrust from his pelvis. Karin threw her head back gyrating, and arching her back. The crowd surged, and bounced, Sasuke stared intently in the camera lens wailing about his new animal nature while moving sinuously over the hot redhead. With a flick he tossed her away toward other stage dancers.

The fans greeted this with more wild cries, especially after he sashayed almost cat like across the stage. Sasuke’s narrow hipbones glistened with sweat he ran a hand down his chest, gripping himself while howling to the overhead spotlights. Finally, Sasuke joined Kiba pressing his body on the animal’s thigh while they screamed the chorus together.

Karin joined the boys attaching her body against Sasuke’s, back. With the final verse, the Boy Scout turned on the she-devil, gripping her neck and dropping her so suddenly it appeared not just a choreograph dance move. He thrust her over on all fours while another male dancer, joined the mock fuck hump bounding on Sasuke as if the singer were the last ass he’d have to lay. The raven with the instrumentals flipped Karin on her back swinging her long legs over his shoulders. He then with a final glare in the camera proceeded to pound Karin’s limp form hard. Her body slid several feet across the high polished stage, he followed humpping her crotch repeatedly until the last jarring tune ended.

Karin panted dazed she had never felt more sexually stimulated. She blinked, the last move wasn’t part of *their moves*, but it appeared Karin enjoyed his adjustment, he smirked. The music and lights died to resounding applause.

Unfortunately for Sasuke, Karin’s revenge was twice as devious, she latched onto the Raven like a tentacle beast, arms, legs and mouth sucking the hot Uchiha like an incubus on ecstasy.

Kiba burst out laughing, along with the other band members and co-dancer who fell over on his side, watching Sasuke helplessly try to extract the she-vulture. The lights flared back up, this time Itachi, for the first time had entered the stage domain, in an attempt to assist his little brother. One Raven an unyielding prey the other ready to punch the broad senseless, but with fans looking on he could only pry at her legs and arms.

“Kiba get your ass over here!” Itachi hollered. “Karin get the hell off my brother, you are so fucking fired!” he added bearing his teeth.

Sasuke growled his teeth shut tight to prevent the dam chick from inserting her lapping tongue. He struggled against the sucking she seme fruitlessly, although happy Itachi at least attempted to get her off. He silently hope his brother would knock the b*tch out.

The concertgoers chanted some for Karin others for the raven's; girls riding their guys shoulders the spectacle not at all what The Will of Fire had in mind for their closing act.

Now that the band’s music wasn’t the focus Kiba took less joy at Sasuke’s face sucking dilemma. He shouldered his strings, in two steps and a jabbed Karin with a quick sucker punch. Bloodied nose and black-eyed Karin fell limp in Itachi’s grasp.

“What the hell, Kiba,” Itachi snapped, but the corners of his mouth twitched. He ordered security to get the chick off his hands.

Sasuke spit unabashed on the stage. Kiba patted him on the back chuckling again and offered him bottle water, which he took retreating from the howling crowd.

The raven made a beeline to the restroom, more than likely to vomit. Itachi followed his little brother after thanking Kiba, and informing him of the after party over at the Skyler Hotel, courtesy of their investor and that all the band members need to make an appearance.

In the bathroom, Sasuke rinsed his mouth yet again this time with hot water. His stage make-up streaked while he scoured his face.

“Hey you ok?”

Sasuke glared at his brother spitting again. “No.”

“Sorry, I knew she was a bit of a psycho but not ‘that’ crazy.”

“Yeah you know how to pick them,” Sasuke shook his head.

“Dam I wonder what Naruto will think, the bitch really had you.”

The raven blanched, he hadn’t considered what Naru would do. A little flirting with Kiba and some dirty dancing the idea had seem so simple. Sasuke swayed heavily Itachi closed the distance in a blink before he hit the floor.

Confused Sasuke blinked at the overhead halogens while resting in his brothers’ arms. He swore brooding over his lover.

“Hey you don’t look good.”

“You’ve been waiting my whole life to say that.”

Itachi poked his forehead, then ran his fingers through Sasuke’s hair, and finally touched his red lips. “You can keep washing but nothing will take it away unless…” he paused.

“I just know Naru saw that bitch and he’ll be really pissed,” he sighed and sat up feeling more miserable than before the concert.

“You can come to my place and get cleaned up, if you want, I don’t think you should be alone tonight.” Itachi offered. “Let me worry about Naruto.”

“Thanks Itcha’ I’ll take you up on that,” he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, as visions of the psycho she-stalker resurfaced. “What do you suggest, acid so I burn the bitch off me?”

“No, but I got this,” he cupped the vocalist pale face and bushed his mouth over his little brothers’. Sasuke trembled releasing a soft gasp; he pulled away slowly, but not before Itachi’s tongue found his drawing an involuntary grown from the young raven.

Sasuke’s eyes met an identical set; he didn’t know what to think about his sexual attraction to his brother or how to talk to Naruto about it. He shifted to deepen the kiss when a hash knock interrupted the taboo contact.

“Hey everyone’s pulling out, you guys ready?”

Itachi sighed heavily, “Yes, we’ll meet you all at the party.”

“Ok, Itachi see ya there.”

“What party?” Sasuke asked standing awkwardly.

“Well, it’s just something our investor put together; you don’t need to go if you don’t want.”

“Will the other guys go, if so I’m not bailing as long as…”

“Don’t worry, she wont be there, if she shows up, I wont leave witnesses,” he grinned patting his brother on the back. “I guess we ride together, you ready?”

Sasuke glanced about, “Hell yeah, I need to get out of here. Ummn, maybe I shouldn’t come over your place tonight.”

“Don’t worry Sas’s I have a room in Skyler Hotel, it's all yours if you feel like getting a quick shower.”

Sasuke still seemed reluctant with the idea, although a certain part of his anatomy thought it a brilliant plan.

Itachi pulled an electronic card key from his pocket emblazon with the hotel’s name, and handed it to his brother. “Think it over if you want to get away from the crowd come on up,” he stared intently at his brother and silently hope ‘he’ would.

“Ok, I’ll see.” Sasuke pocketed the key wondering but not asking how Itachi got the card since they were considerably far from the Konoha hotel. He shook his head certainly there was a good explanation, and Itachi would explain later, much later he was exhausted. A tall drink and hot bath is just what he needed tonight.

[TBC]

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Why do I love making Sasuke suffer! XD! Hahaha! Well I wonder what Itachi will have instore for his *suck-face little brother* ^___^ Thanks for reading =)