Devil's Own

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Devil’s Own

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Part IX
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Few days earlier, Sasuke stood behind the glass wall of his office watching the city below. The swarm of moving people looked like tiny ants; all rushing to go home before the rush hour as the setting of the sun closing in. a small smile crept to his face as the orange ball of light reminded him of a certain blonde. He had hope things would be different when he return.

His thoughts were interrupted to the sound of the door being opened and closed. A chestnut haired woman with hazel eyes walked over to him, a seductive smile playing across her ruby lips. She advanced with seductive grace as she slowly tore the skimpy red dress off her body. She now stood before him wearing nothing but a lacy thong, a garter belt with black netted stockings and high heels.

A perfectly cut brow arched as Sasuke looked at the imposing woman questioningly.

“Sara.” He said. “What are you…?” Before he could finish the sentence, the woman had lunged at him and wrapped her hands around him, pulling him into an aggressive kiss.

Sasuke began to push her back only to have her latched at him tightly and rubbed her bare flesh against his clothed chest. The Oyabun was nearing to use brute force.

“What are you doing?” Sasuke demanded.

The woman moaned, ignoring his annoyed expression as she wrapped herself again around him, licking the side of his face as he tried to figure it out.

“Sara, I’m going to need an explanation.” he said, pushing her more forcefully this time.

“It’s alright, silly.” Sara smiled. “Don’t be shy. I can’t do this anymore after your wedding.”

“Wedding! What wedding!?” Sasuke nearly choked on his words, “What ere you talking about? And for shame’s sake woman, get dress!”

“What is wrong with you?” The chestnut woman frowned, “There’s no need to play hard to get, Sasuke. I’ve been patient with you and I really appreciate it that you agreed to get rid of that little whore…”

“What?” he asked. “What are you talking about…Naruto?”


“So, the lithe whore has a name huh?”

The Oyabun’s black orbs suddenly became deadly and the woman began to recoil as he grabbed her both arms tightly, her breasts pressed firmly against his chest.

“He’s not a whore!” Sasuke yelled.

“B-but..”

“What do you mean by get rid of him?” he demanded.

“Well, Sakura said…”

That was all he needed to hear, he had thrown the woman violently behind his desk and quickly departed.


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The two teens stood horror-struck as they looked at the Oyabun before them. The raven haired teen barely managed to draw out his gun.

“Out of our way, Sasuke-sama. We are going to leave this place,” Sai shouted with false bravado and shaking hands.

“Then you’ll have to shoot an unarmed man, Sai. Will you really shoot me to carry off your lover?” The Uchiha’s voice was surprisingly calm.

“He’s not my lover. We are going to be together. I’m not like you; I would not force him to sleep with me.”

“Force him!” Sasuke’s bitter laughter echoed through the night. “Is that what he told you? If you haven’t had him, you should have, Sai. He’s quite good at it. It’s been a long time since I’ve had to force him. Does he tell you I beat him too?”

Naruto stood rigid; his heart raced at the conversation which seemed so alien and distant at first, then it all sank in on him. He looked at Sai and knew the boy would never kill the Uchiha who would never let them go. And then he glanced at the Oyabun’s loyal men surrounding them. It was all over and he only wanted to end it as quickly as possible, and if the heaven was on his side tonight, he prayed for no casualties.

He turned to Sai. “Please put the gun away. I don’t want anyone hurt. I’m sorry, Sai, but I exaggerated a bit. He doesn’t force me to do anything and I like as a brother.” Then he looked at the Uchiha. “It’s my entire fault, Sasuke-sama. Don’t blame him, blame me.”


A mixed of agony and relief flooded Sai’s face as he put the gun away. The Uchiha demanded to know how many people knew of their plan; Naruto answered none, not even Ino and TenTen. In full command, he ordered the men to leave them and say absolutely nothing.

As the men responded, Sasuke glared at the blonde. He assumed the blood on him were the blood of the two bodies he found on the kitchen. Naruto watched the dark haired male’s face redden and his black eyes narrowed into slits but stood perfectly still, although his thoughts were playing horrible images. He wondered if the Uchiha was going to kill him. The blow from the back of Sasuke’s hand jolted the right side of his face, snapped his neck with such force he feared it would break and sent him backwards into the water, but before he could even touch the water, strong hand gripped his arm tightly, pulling him until his face was mere inches from the Oyabun’s face. The pain at his side doubled as he held his free hand there to ease off the bleeding.

“How far did it go with him, Naruto?” Sasuke’s voice darkened as he clenched the boy’s arm more tightly.

Naruto looked at him with great fear and prayed for the gods to help him. He had never seen the Uchiha so angry before, not even with Itachi. His pained body shook. “Just a few innocent kisses, that’s all.” He responded weakly.

“Innocent kisses?” Sasuke’s voice acquired a new level of darkness, “Were you aware that he could feel your cock against his? Did you tease him with your tongue?” his free hand grabbed at the blonde’s crotch and squeezed until the boy cried out in pain and beg him to let go. “Did you touch him here? Did you jack him off? What is that innocent? Tell me, are those the games you play with him?”

Unable to answer, the blonde teen dissolve into tears as he shook his head no, and began trembling with fear.

“You will never touch another man!” Sasuke demanded as pulled the blonde’s pants to his knees and pushed him to the ground. The dark haired male suddenly came down to him, force two fingers in his mouth as he fumbled with his pants and pulled out his cock, stroking himself hard.

Naruto began to cry again, worn from exhaustion. His head was throbbing; his face throbbed for having been struck and worse than anything was the pain at his side. The pain he was feeling made it difficult for him to realize that Sasuke was stroking himself right in front of him.

Sasuke entirely pulled the boy’s pants off him then shoved two wet fingers to his hole. Naruto squealed in pain.

“No! Sasuke-sama, plase stop…” he begged.


“Shut up!” The raven male shouted.

Sasuke grabbed his ass cheeks, spreading them and lifted his hips aligned to his erection and in one quick motion he pushed himself inside the blonde.

“You’re mine.” Sasuke growled. “Only mine.”

Naruto screamed. His bum burned with lack of lubrication and with the sudden intrusion. He was so tight, expelling the rock hard member out, like the person casting the Uchiha away from him. Sasuke groaned in pleasure, he was so hot and tight, the deeper he moved into him, the tighter he felt. He couldn’t take it anymore; he needed his body to swallow him. He took hold of his hips and pulled him all the way over his intrusion. Naruto silently wept.

The blonde held the blood-soaked clothe to his side tight, he didn’t want the Oyabun to notice his pain as he rode him unmercifully. Naruto was grateful to feel the heat of the pleasure through the pain, the Uchiha’s relentless attack blocked out the pain.

Sasuke was heaving, pushing hard into him. With one final thrust, he released his seeds inside the blonde. He lifted the younger male’s body and held him close.

“You’re mine.” He whispered. “Mine alone. I’ll kill anyone who gets in my way.”

Sasuke held him closer to his as Naruto grew limp in his arms and he finally realized something was wrong when he felt hot liquid soaking his shirt. It was the blonde’s blood. He pushed him back and stared at the boy’s strained face.

“Who did this to you?” he demanded, noticing the way the boy held clothe to his side as he refused to answer. He tore the fabric away from the blonde’s body and saw the deep puncture at his side and bleeding.

Naruto broke down, his tears streaming from his eyes. He had just about all he could take from this horrible place and wanted no more. He wanted to die, just to curl up and die.

Sasuke reached to touch his face but he flinched against his hand. Was he that scared? He reacted quickly; he gathered the younger male in his arms and carried him back to the house.

“Sshh…” he hushed. “Everything will be alright. I’ll take care of you.”

Naruto’s whole body was throbbing and he could feel the life was rapidly draining away from him. He thought he had heard him say something but all the events happened greatly took a toll on him and he closed his eyes as he welcomed the descending darkness.

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Tsunade brushed the blonde’s hair then gently tapped his forehead with her forefinger. “You’ll be alright, gaki.” She said.

She rose from the bed, casting last glance to the sleeping boy, walked over to the black haired man standing at the door.

“I guess everything’s ready.” She said.

“Yes, we’ll be leaving now.” Sasuke answered, looking pass through the bosomy woman to the boy on the bed. He turned to walk away.

“Sasuke.” Tsunade called.

Sasuke stopped but didn’t turn his back.

“He’s deeply traumatized,” she stated. “His wounds will heal but I’m more worried about his mental health…”

“Will he going to be alright?”

“Only Kami-sama knows…”

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Sasuke quickly climbed out of the car and ordered his men in full command. “Secure the area.”

A harassed looking pink haired woman met him half-way in the receiving room. The frown on her face added to her distressed look as she looked at her disarmed men. “What’s going on in here?” she demanded. “What’s the meaning of this, Sasuke?”

Black eyes narrowed dangerously, he walked over to Sakura and violently grabbed her throat. “What have you done?” Sasuke’s voice climbed an octave.

“P-please,” she choked. “That’s for everyone’s best interest.”

Wrong answer. Sasuke’s gripped tightened around her throat and she felt dizzy from lack of oxygen. “P-please S-Sasuke,” she begged, trying to dislodge his vise-like grip. “I did that because I love you.”

“Love?” The Oyabun laughed bitterly as he grew more dangerous. “You know nothing of love, you’re not capable of love. You will destroy others as surely as you destroy yourself just like your father destroyed my family.”

Before Sakura could answer, Jiraiya appeared from nowhere. He was just there, surrounded by a party of his loyal men. Shizune, Tsunade’s apprentice, beside the old man. He looked finer now than he was in the past months, thanks to the bosomy Oyabun’s care. But his eyes were still dull but not as clouded as before as it mirrored his rage, guilt and the torment in his soul.

“Arashi,” he began softly. “Come my boy, I have prepared your favorite snack.” But like an untamed wind, his voice rose to shrill cry. “She will die! Death to the evil woman! She will pay for killing you!”

Sasuke quickly threw the pink haired woman aside and moved towards Jiraiya, trying to calm the old man by telling him that Arashi was at home playing with little Sasuke and little Sakura while pushing him backward to the protection of his men. But his words only enraged his mentor who barely recognized him. “Kill him! Kill anyone who gets in the way!” he shouted madly.

Two of Jiraiya’s men drew their guns against the unarmed Uchiha. Calm, Sasuke turned to the loyal men. “Put away your guns, I am the Master Oyabun now and you will obey me. Together we will see that no harm comes to him.” The men hesitated, momentarily trapped between their loyalty to the old Master Oyabun and the reasonableness of the Uchiha’s words. The tension eased a little as they lowered their weapons.

Sasuke turned his attention back to the coughing pink haired woman sprawled on the floor, soothing her aching throat. He grabbed her by the arm and roughly pulled her up. “You.” He said to one of his men, he motioned him to follow as he dragged the struggling woman upstairs.

They stopped at her room, Sasuke opened the door and unceremoniously threw Sakura inside and turned to the man, “No one goes in at this room and no one goes out.” He ordered.

“Sasuke!” Sakura screamed as she pulled herself up and ran towards him. But a look of pure evil in the black haired Oyabun’s eyes stopped her in her tracks.

“Don’t.” Sasuke warned. “Don’t push me any further. You’ve gone too far.” His voice gone from dark to deadly and the woman flinched at his tone. “Mark my word, Sakura. If anything happens to him, I’ll kill you with my bare hands.” He said.

Sasuke slammed the door shut and left.

He gave more orders to the men before he turned to Tsunade’s apprentice. “Shizune, prepare Jiraiya. We’ll be leaving.”

Shizune smiled. “Already done, Sasuke-sama.”

As soon as he was seated inside his car, Sasuke let out a deep breathe he didn’t knew he was keeping. A sense of relief washed over him and he let a small smile grazed his face. “Let’s go home.” He said softly.

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Pain. His whole body vibrated with ache and his side throbbed with it. He felt the soft, dry sheets against his bare skin and his head on soft pillow, he focused his eyes momentarily. He was alone in the Oyabun’s room he had come to know so well. Was he dreaming or had he taken him here to die, perhaps skin him alive then feed him to the crows? It hurt so to look, to think. He closed his eyes. It was agony just to be alive.

He opened his eyes again. The threat of his thoughts overwhelmed him. With all the strength of his weaken body; he forced himself out of the bed. He had to get away from this horrible place before he return. Braving the woods and little chance of escaping the yakuza would be better than losing his life here. With shaky legs, he searched the room for his clothes. He didn’t notice the stream of blood oozing from his reopened wound.

When Ino entered the room, she was startled to see Naruto out of bed and frantically putting some clothes on, she also noticed the blood dripping at his side.

“What in the world are you doing?” the startled blonde girl asked before she saw the look of hysteria in the boy’s eyes.

“He’s going to kill me.” Naruto said gasping. “I need to get away from here. He’ll have me skin alive then feed me to the crows. I know he’ll do it. I’m leaving, you can’t stop me.”

As Naruto reached for the door, Ino pulled him away. She pushed him to the bed but the frightened blonde continued to struggle. The older blonde cried for help and Sasuke came.

When Naruto saw him at the door, he lost all semblance of reason. He kicked, scratched and bit as the Uchiha pinned his unwilling body to the bed. When Ino handed Sasuke a glass of water, the blonde knew it was drugged and renewed his futile effort to be free of him. He screamed, shaking his head violently, he spilled half of the water.

Cursing, Sasuke slapped him and in stunned moment, forced his mouth to open. He gagged but his natural reflexes forced him to swallow. Naruto felt his arms pulling him toward as he fell limp against his chest.

“Forgive me, Dobe. I didn’t mean it.” Sasuke whispered. “I won’t do it again.”


Naruto awoke to the bright sunlight and a continual, although less painful throb at his side. Sasuke was standing by the bed loading a gun. He closed his eyes and waited for a shot.

“It’s my entire fault. Please don’t blame Sai. Don’t hurt him.” The blonde managed to mumble with some difficulty. “I just wish I could have apologized to him before...I’m gone.”

“Where are you going?” The Oyabun’s voice was real enough.

“You’ll kill me. ” He barely whispered.

“If I haven’t killed you by now, I’m not likely to.”

Naruto opened his eyes again. Sasuke put the gun on the bedside table and sat at the nearby chair. Black eyes watched him intently.

“What day is it? What are you going to do with me? Where are my clothes?” he asked softly as if he didn’t want to disturb him.

“I don’t know what I’m going to do with you. You’ve slept for two whole weeks and you don’t need your clothes because you’re not going to leave this room. But you might as well eat because it looks like you’re going to live.”

As if on cue, footsteps outside the door raised the Oyabun from the chair and opened the door. Sai entered with a tray of food and put it on the table.

Sasuke closed the door. “Sit down, Sai.” He brusquely ordered. “You and this boy ought to have something to say to one another.”

Tears filled Sai’s eyes as he hastily sat down on the chair, painfully aware that the Uchiha was watching his every move. “I’m sorry, Naruto.” He began. “I’m a coward. I couldn’t kill him. I’m sorry.”

Tears spilled over Naruto’s lashes and ran down his cheeks. “No, Sai. You’re not a coward. You’re brave and you’re too good to kill a man. I pushed and used you and lied to you and now I made you miserable. I just desperately wanted to get away, that I led you to believe things that weren’t true. I really like you as a brother. I’m so sorry.”

The raven boy could stand no more and ran out of the room. Sasuke slid the door shut and returned to stand near the bed.

“Well,” he demanded, towering the blonde, “are you going to tell me why you’re so hell bent to get away that you would deceive that poor boy and take the little chance to escape here?”


Naruto looked away from the Oyabun’s angry eyes. “I was scared. Sakura-san threatened terrible things and you wouldn’t even talk to me about them. And once you finish that house for her, I know you will give me to other men.”

“Who said the house was for Sakura?” he boomed.

Naruto flinched at his voice. “She told everyone.”

“Why didn’t you ask me?” Sasuke asked, eyes narrowing into slits.

“Because I don’t want to make you mad, because I’m scared of you, I’m so scared of you.” He buried his face at his hands as tears completely overwhelmed him. When he looked up Sasuke was gone.

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Sasuke didn’t come for weeks now. He paced the room and tried to entertain himself. He was back to health and the wound at his side was completely healed, aside from itching and slight burning and throbbing from time to time and fade bruises, he was alright and was in complete recovery.

He wondered if Sasuke was alright but assured himself that he was. He felt so alone, so isolated, removed from the world. Maybe this was his punishment. Maybe Sasuke would never come, maybe no one would ever come and he would go mad and die from the loneliness.

Sai, Ino and TenTen did come from time to time to bring him food and water but he pretended to be asleep rather than to see their disappointed faces and confront the raven boy again. Every time he would think of Sai’s pained face, he wanted to cry. It was not only the betrayal by someone he thought he loved, but the humiliation of being reduced to lowly servant in front of his friends. Knowing that he had lied, that it had been all for nothing, his sense of loss at betraying the man he looked up to must have been unbearable. Naruto asked himself over and over again, how he could have done it.

Naruto was also beginning to have second thoughts about Uchiha Sasuke and his temper. No doubt he was angry at him. The room held too many memories and they forced their way into his consciousness. Sasuke. He needed and wanted him, he couldn’t dent that. He recalled the nights where he told himself that he was his prisoner while deep inside his heart he wanted him too. He closed his eyes but thousand little details exploded in his mind: the way Sasuke touched him, his amused laughter when he teased him, the care he took to arouse him, the gentle way he protected him, the men he left to look for him during his absence. No one had been more solicitous or concerned for his well-being. He had kissed him tenderly and promised a lifetime protection. What more could he ask?

He opened his eyes and looked around the room, another Sasuke prodded his memory. A very angry and violent Sasuke; there was no softness in him when he found him trying to escape with Sai or when he humiliated him in front of Sakura. He could be brutish as well as tender; he blushed at the memory of their first time and other nights when he had not been quite willing. Naruto realized, even if he succeeded on his plan, he could never be free of him, not when the memory of him burnt at his soul. He knew the game was over. Maybe Sasuke had won after all. Maybe he was beaten.

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For a moment, as he lay motionless in his arms with a red stream pulsating from his side, Sasuke thought he had killed him. He cradled him in his arms and frantically carried him back to the mansion.

He sent for Tsunade and, for a fleeting moment, almost appealed to darker powers. They could have the organization, his money and everything else if only Naruto would open his eyes again. After he laid his lifeless body on the bed, he faced the awful truth that had relentlessly pursued him for so long and which he could no longer escape. He loved Naruto. He loved him as much as he had ever loved anyone in this world and Naruto hated him and sought only to escape him. He found it a grim and bitter truth but he could no longer ignore.

He withered momentarily under Tsunade’s reproachful eyes, mumbling only that he was stabbed, but the bosomy woman knew what he had done to him and probably knew why. Nothing much eluded her. The blonde haired woman ignored his facial bruises, glanced at the rest of the teen’s body and carefully examined his gaping wound. Then she told Sasuke what the Master Oyabun desperately wanted to hear: Naruto would be alright.

Sasuke watched the blue eyed blonde throughout the night and pressed cool compresses against his forehead to ease his fever as he tried to sort out his tangled emotions. He remembered his huge, innocent eyes as he tried to protect him from pouring rain and again when he met him again at the slave auction, dull eyes trying to be brave yet filled with terror. Would he let other men have him? The thought that he might have mutely watched them drag his blonde away now filled him with fear.

At the first night, he’d wondered what to do with him: should he reason with him, try to seduce him or just totally ignored him? The hours spent on watching him and his unexpected attempt to fight him to flee made up his mind and he did something he hadn’t done before.

Sasuke remembered the look on his face after the deed was done, that horrible look of innocence betrayed. Its familiarity haunted for days. Where? What in the past had imprinted itself on his mind to have it return with vengeance on the poor boy’s face? Then he remembered the way his father looked at his mother when he discovered her betrayal. It was the same look, the same deep hurt born out of a lack of comprehension at a deed so heinous that surpassed all human understanding.

As a boy of seven, he really understood little of life. Sasuke remembered his moody father, his mother’s coldness and his older brother’s care. He remembered long nocturnal arguments in his parent’s room, something would shatter then silence.

“I think they’re getting a divorce.” Itachi said once in a stormy night after their parent’s disagreements.

Sasuke looked up at him uncomprehending as he held his stuffed animal close to him. “Why do they want a dead horse?” he asked innocently.

Itachi smiled then ruffled his hair. “It’s divorce. They want to separate.” He explained. “But don’t worry, little brother, I wont let them separate us.”

There were no arguments after that but the atmosphere was so cold that young Sasuke longed for even discord as an affirmation of life.

Then he came. His father’s good friend, a young man with a five-year old daughter who gave his mother a knowing and secret smile as he asked him to play with his daughter every time he visit. It took him years to realize the impact of that smile but it haunted him ever since.

After his father’s discovery and sudden death at his wife’s betrayal and a bullet to his heart courtesy of his friend’s gun and spouse’s lover, his mother had lightly explained to him that his father had gone away and would never come back. But Sasuke knew better.

Soon after, he couldn’t remember exactly when, he opened his mother’s bedroom door in the middle of the night and found her laying on the bed, a man crouched between her open legs. He watched, momentarily fascinated by the strange movements but his mother’s high-pitched groan broke the spell and he ran to flay the startled man with his fists for hurting his mother. It was his father’s good friend. The man beat him until he could walk no more while his mother watched helplessly from a corner of the room. It was when Itachi found them after he arrived from the boarding school; the sight of bloodied Sasuke, his mother’s naked form and his lover’s angry face, snapped something from within him, in blind rage, he soaked his young hands in sin. That night three children were orphaned.

Sasuke’s moodiness and growing silence drove Itachi to send him to the Master Oyabun’s care, which had a son of his own and at Sasuke’s age. Jiraiya took Sasuke and Sakura under his care, he knew the complication it would create but in blind hope, he wished things would be different for the two children with tragic past.

They become friends, Sasuke and Arashi were inseparable. They teased and played pranks on Sakura unmercifully. All of his memories of Jiraiya’s house were happy, there was never coldness in that house filled with warmth and compliments, never any hint of trouble at all.

As they grew up, the pink haired little girl grew distant and ambitious and closer to Orochimaru. Sasuke knew that look so well. The look of unspoken betrayal, but he still hoped.

At age of eighteen, Sasuke learned he could command and men would follow. The Master Oyabun gave him and his son Arashi, a small group to command. They were the exciting years; taking care of Jiraiya’s small ‘business’ problems, picking fights of rival groups and playing with guns. It became more enticing when he began to learn the trade of contrabands, of keeping off the authorities off their business, of exchanging fires with them as they escape every raid.

But it happened all of a sudden, in the middle of underground transaction, police raid. Arashi died while exchanging fires with the authorities, saving him.

Breaking away from Jiraiya’s grasp, Sasuke fled, escaping his pain to who knows where. He nursed his wounds by picking fight with rival group, fought until he was beaten. Bloody, broken and soaked, he sat against a wall under the pouring rain, wishing the ground would open and swallow him.

Bright blue eyes stared at him as a blonde little boy of eight tried to cover him from rain under his small umbrella. He stared coldly and growled to scare him away but the boy only smiled at him. The rain stopped.

Cold and small fingers touched his bruised face. “You’re hurt, Mister. Want me to make it go away?” the boy asked innocently.

The little blonde leaned and put a chaste kiss on his cheek then smiled. “There the pain goes bye-bye.” He exclaimed happily.

Sasuke watched his eyes grew wide as he remembered something. “I’m late for school!” with a shrill cry, the boy ran off, leaving Sasuke wondering what his name was. Ten years later, they met again.

At first, there as an awful guilt associated with Naruto; he was so young, so innocent and so unaware of his incredible charm. He wanted him and there was nothing but his terrified reluctance to stop him. If it was just lust, he could satiate himself with him, but there was a deeper longing, a wish to have him come willingly to his arms and happily wrap himself with him. With all the gentleness he could muster, he had him willingly; heart, body and soul. But in the morning he had fled from him, not physically, but he saw the spell evaporate – and he did nothing to stop it. Maybe he wanted to flee from the sudden rush of emotion he felt for Naruto, perhaps he feared him as much as the blonde feared him. But when he saw him walking on the garden or sleeping peacefully on his bed, he wondered what joy he might find in his gentle presence. But beneath the soft exterior was a will that challenged him and his control over him. Angered mingled with lust and guilt and the fear that he could not forget him, he planned the impossible: to care for him while forgetting him.

Of course it didn’t work. He thought of his estate knowing he was there, that he was vulnerable to his touch, knowing that he despised him and fearing what he felt for him. So, he turned to Sakura but it didn’t help. Every time he looked at her, he saw Naruto, touch her, he wanted Naruto and talk to her, he longed for Naruto.

When he looked at Itachi with wide eyed wonderment, his stomach knotted with resentment and fear. Once they were alone, he forced him to come to him and forced him to accept him as his master, protector and lover.

Sasuke wanted to hate him, to destroy him and beg him to love him. He wanted to humiliate into accepting that he was his.

Why did he look at Sai with an acceptance that he denied him? Was it Sakura? Was it fear? He didn’t know. All he knew was Naruto ran again. Instead of breaking his will, Naruto had broken his.

He cursed him silently for what he had done to him, he took a deep breathe, knowing he had to give him freedom. No, he could never allow Naruto to leave him because it would destroy him but he couldn’t be constantly alone with him without reaching out to him and taking him against his will, receiving only the heat of the passion instead of love he desperately wanted from him. He would give him as much as comfort and freedom as he could allow and stay away from him. Perhaps in time, Naruto would come to him willingly…or perhaps at long last he would forget him.

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On one rainy night, Naruto was surprised to see Sasuke appeared on the door with such look he could not explain. He sat up on the bed as Sasuke pulled a chair next to the bed where he sat up. Long silence followed.

“How did you know about my plan?” Naruto asked breaking the silence.

Sasuke looked at him for a moment then spoke. “It wasn’t hard. First, Sai’s attitude changed and then he began avoiding me as you spent more time together. Of course, I knew you were searching the woods because I’ve had you constantly watched. I turned to Sakura to put you at ease.”

The blonde lowered his head. “I suppose it would be useless to say that I’m sorry.”

“That’s hard to believe.” There was a long silence as he stood over him. “I built that house for you, Naruto.” Sasuke said in a soft voice. “Where Sakura gets her ideas, I don’t know, except that showed her the house one time. I want you to live there. With your family.”

Naruto felt so stupid. “I can’t live there after this. I’ll stay at the servant’s quarter until you decide what to do with me.”

“Damn you,” Sasuke growled. “Damn you to hell. When are you going to learn to do what I tell you to do?” Naruto shuddered at his sudden anger as the vise-like fingers dug into his arms and lifted him up toward him. For once, an emotion rather than anger showed through the stone-like face and shook his massive frame. Sasuke clutched him as if he feared he would evaporate in his arms, one hand tangled at his hair and the other bruising the muscle beneath his shoulder blade. He felt waves of emotions wrack him, the desire to destroy him and protect him. When he pulled his head back and reached for his lips, fitting it perfectly to his, he knew which emotion had won. Naruto responded to him immediately, kissing him back, surrendering to him without reservation.

Suddenly Sasuke pulled back, leaving him open mouthed and longing for his kiss. The older male gripped his shoulders and held him at arms length. He looked at Naruto, stripped of all pride. “I love you.” He admitted. “I’ve loved for a very long time. I want you but you don’t want me. I want you to smile at me the way you once smiled at Itachi and talk to me the way you talked to Sai.”

Sasuke distanced himself from him as he continued. “I know I haven’t treated you well but it was out of anger, out of frustration, out of fear that I would appear the fool. For a while I tried to be patient and almost had you in my grasp but then you fled. I went to Sakura looking for you, only making you hate me more. I’ve tried to ignore you to keep from hurting you.”

He paused and put his hand on the door. “I’m sorry for all I’ve put you through. I’ll leave you alone but I will always love you and care for you.”

Naruto stood stunned in amazement. Tears blinded him as warmth flooded through him. It all came to him in a beautiful, fragile whole; his kindness to him, his constant protection, the gentleness in his eyes when he looked at him and his anger at his betrayals.

All the contradictory emotion he held for Sasuke suddenly came into focus, the desire to be with him, the pain at his leaving, and the resentment of knowing he was with Sakura. Naruto even realized that he couldn’t have hated him so if he had not felt something for him.

He didn’t know what to do as emotions choked him. He wiped his tears with the back of his arms. But when he looked up to reached for him, Sasuke was gone. Then he heard an engine roared to life. Maybe it was too late…

TBC...


A/N: Hope you liked it! Comments, suggestions and violent reactions are welcome.