Beautiful Challenge

AN: ^^ This was inspired by Mikamika’s work and is a gift for her. *glomp* Thanks for the support hun! Oh, and when I use master to describe Leader... Its more of a word used in respect, not out of a ‘I’m your master, you’re my pet’ sort of way.

Extra Note: ^^; Yes, this is a repost. I spazzed and took it down when I didn't get any reviews. Under the threat of with holding my yaoi and a few smacks upside the head, I've reposted it.

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, and don't profit from this story. I'd prolly blow the money on anime *coughporncough*.

Itachi knocked lightly at the door, waiting for an answer before opening it. The office was small, well stocked with shelves of books, giving it more of a library feel. The desk before him held the only light, keeping his master’s face in shadows as he leaned back in his chair, languidly watching Itachi approach. He kept his face carefully blank, stopping just short of the desk.

“Report,” Leader’s voice was almost a purr, fingers toying with a pen.

“We couldn’t find him.” Not that Itachi looked all that hard for Orochimaru. There was no love lost between the two. “The few rumors we followed turned up as dead ends. He was careful in covering his tracks.” In the dim light, he could see Leader frown, lifting the pen to his lips. Itachi didn’t understand why he was so insistent on finding the snake. The man wasn’t worth it, and if anything, was off putting to most of those in the Akatsuki. Except his master...

“I see.” Leader chewed on the pen in annoyance. Ungrateful whelp. He gave Orochimaru a home, people to experiment on, a bed to share... Despite all that he had done, Orochimaru left with no word. All those nights they spent together, he figured he deserved at least a note. Itachi waited patiently, not even shifting as he stood there. Licking his lips, Leader let his eyes wander, not caring if the boy noticed. The cloak obscured his body from prying eyes, face impassive as always. Orochimaru had admired the Uchiha, Leader saw the glances his pale bed mate would openly toss in his direction. If it was the jutsu Itachi’s blood carried, or if it was lust, he wouldn’t know. Especially not now that Orochimaru was gone. His eyes narrowed as he stood. It wouldn’t be right to carry out his frustrations on his young servant, but then... he wasn’t good at doing what was right.

“Is that all?” Itachi’s voice was hushed, almost whispered.

“No.” He continued walking until he was behind the Uchiha, close enough to smell the sweet scent of his hair. “I have another task for you.” Leader leaned closer, breath brushing over Itachi’s ear.

Itachi’s chin lifted a little, electing to remain quiet for the time being. He wasn’t slow; Leader’s intentions were perfectly clear. Still, he disliked having so little control over the matter. “What would that be?”

Leader’s arm snaked around Itachi’s waist, teeth grazing his ear. “Something we’ve done before.” He nipped again at his ear, smirking as his effort earned him a shiver from the stoic boy. The Akatsuki cloak was bothersome at the moment, one more item keeping him from what he wanted at the moment. “Remove your cloak.”

“Hai, Leader-sama.” Pulling his arms up through the sleeves, he pulled up the cloak. Leader’s hands went to his arms, sliding down the fabric to expose his shoulders and neck. A breath after, and his neck was attacked with licks and nibbles. His fingers twitched, but he remained still, letting his master have his fun. It was a fight he had nothing to do with, one that annoyed him to no end. At least in a way he won; Orochimaru had left, and the snake wouldn’t return. Being caught in the middle between two obtuse lovers was odd, he never thought ninja as strong as the two would be driven to such means just for lust.

Leader let the cloak fall the rest of the way, frowning as Itachi did nothing. Unresponsive, but part of the fun was unraveling the boy to a point he didn’t know up from down. Only when he had fully captured Itachi’s attention did the boy react, voice thick with lust. His Orochimaru was beautiful, and quite the sexual creature, but overly so. Too easy to drag to bed. He enjoyed a challenge, and Itachi was exactly that.

Stepping back for a moment, Leader relieved himself of his own cloak, adding his shirt to the pile on the ground. The stale air in the office was warm, almost clinging to his newly exposed skin. The high wattage lamp on his desk exuded it’s own warmth as well, buzzing lowly. He pressed his body against Itachi’s back, gripping his hips. Itachi’s neck cried out to be assaulted again and Leader obliged, biting a little harder. He heard the quick intake of breath and smirked to himself. The boy liked it rough; he was more than willing to supply that. His hands pushed up Itachi’s shirt, sliding across the finely carved muscles of his stomach. Power barely controlled, that’s what he felt like. His muscles were tense, twitching from underneath velveteen skin at his touch. The shirt was lifted from his body, Itachi giving only the barely needed aid in doing so. Not yet ready... Leader would make him.

Black painted nails scratched over his creamy skin, leaving faint red marks in their wake. Again, all the response he received was a barely audible sharp breath. He tried harder, bites leaving marks in the perfect skin. This time Itachi couldn’t bite back a moan, sound of which growing louder as Leader took advantage of it. Using mostly the heel of his palm, Leader rubbed the slowly stirring length. He rocked against Itachi, his own hardness throbbing with the lack of attention.

Itachi couldn’t help his body’s response; hips twitching into the steady caresses. His mind was starting haze over, lust a foreign occupant there. Trying to calm himself, he licked his lips and swallowed hard, keeping his cool. It might have been better just to completely give in, get what he was starting to want, and let Leader have his way. That wasn’t like him, and he wasn’t about to change, even for his master. Itachi stubbornly remained still, eyes only drooping a little in distraction. His breath was faster than he liked, but it was good enough.

Leader watched as Itachi tried to fight off lust, smile curling his lips. He too, was stubborn. Skilled fingers quickly undid Itachi’s pants, hand diving inside to stroke the fully erect member. Itachi bit his tongue, eyes closing. It was hardly a surrender, but Leader knew what it meant, and just how much closer he was to getting to him completely. He returned to leaving teeth marks on his neck and shoulders, tongue flicking over the flesh trapped between his teeth. The Uchiha’s throat worked, low repressed pleased noises barely wafting to his ears.

Leader’s warmth left him, length and neck abandoned. He barely suppressed a whimper at the loss, frustration of being manipulated into wanting the older man slowly ebbing from him. Lips grazed the back of his bare shoulder then reappeared at the back of his neck, hair being swept to one side. Teasing kisses were placed along the dip in his back that marked his spine, slowly lowering. Leader’s hands reappeared, tugging down the undone pants, along with the soft black underwear. The kisses paused at the small of his back, hands sliding back up his legs. There was a playful nip at one cheek, the only warning he had as strong hands parted his cheeks, Leader’s tongue brushing against his entrance. Unable to hold back any longer, Itachi moaned, knees weakening a little. His tongue wormed its way inside, another moan tearing from his lips. Itachi’s knees felt as though they wouldn’t support him anymore, and he was forced to grip the edge of the desk, head bowing as he panted.

Objective achieved, Leader smirked and rose from his kneeling position. He quickly removed his own pants, hand stroking himself as he reached over Itachi to open a drawer. Itachi glanced back at the older man, blood colored eyes hazy with what he fought so hard to suppress. Leader couldn’t help but nuzzle his cheek, feeling lucky that this rare beautiful side of his servant was only his to enjoy. The nuzzle turned into a kiss, a short peck on the slightly color tinted cheek. After his questing fingers found the tube of lubrication, he closed the drawer, switching the tube to his other hand. The now free hand grasped Itachi’s chin, turning his head closer to claim his lips. He knew the boy was fully under his influence when his lips moved against his master’s, tongue darting out to lap at the bottom lip. Leader opened his mouth, letting Itachi deepen the kiss as his fingers opened the bottle.

To prepare him or not... The question hovered in his mind. He wanted to take him now, barely able to keep from pounding into him without the lube’s assistance. Though if he did that, Itachi’s future reactions to his needs might be clipped, wary of what his master would do. It would be far more enjoyable, in the long run, to prepare him. Mind made up, he slathered a bit of the liquid onto his fingers. One circled his entrance teasingly then slid in. He was patient enough to prepare him, not tease him any longer. Itachi moaned into their kiss, a little less held back than before. As soon as the walls around him didn’t push quite as hard, Leader added a second finger, scissoring his fingers to spread him further. The Uchiha twitched, eyebrows furrowing. If it was painful, Itachi didn’t complain. Once that too had been completed, Leader pulled away from him, breaking the kiss to rub the lube over his length.

Itachi watched him calmly from over his shoulder. It wasn’t their first encounter, so he knew what to expect after that initial burst of pain at being invaded. If he relaxed, it wouldn’t hurt, or so his master taught him. Leader lifted his gaze then smirked, stroking Itachi’s hip.

“Prepare yourself.” Licking his lips, he guided his member to Itachi’s entrance. The tip sank in slowly, Leader moaning from the sensation. As soon as the head passed through the tight ring of muscle, he groaned, mind reeling for a moment. He moved slowly, gripping Itachi’s hips, not caring if they bruised. Itachi was silent, nails digging into the wooden desk. His pace increased gradually, thrusting into the Uchiha. The scent of musk rose from their sweaty bodies, mingling with the odor from the leather bindings and paper pages to make a strangely pleasant smell.

Over the pain, pleasure slowly crawled through Itachi’s body. He squeezed his eyes shut, adding his own movement to the thrusts, pushing back whenever he was filled. Unwanted as the feeling was at first, any reservations he had were gone. The world at the moment centered around Leader’s thrusts.

“Turn around,” Leader whispered, pulling out of him. Itachi winced but did as he was asked, eyes meeting his master’s boldly. The older man pushed Itachi back against his desk, ignoring the papers that fluttered to the floor as a result of the roughness of the shove. Out of reflex, Itachi grabbed the edge, steadying himself. “Sit,” his voice was harsh with lust, eyes wandering over the Uchiha’s body. After more papers joined their brethren on the floor, Itachi sat on the edge of his desk. “Further back...” Itachi did as he was asked and the remainder of Leader’s work hit the ground. “Good... Lift your knees and open your legs for me...”

Without so much as a blink of an eye, Itachi did so. His toes curled around the almost sharp edge of the desk, giving him more balance as he spread his legs. Itachi leaned back onto his elbows, length bobbing with every pant. “Like this?” A ghost of a smirk graced his lips.

Leader growled a response, pulling his rear closer to the edge then thrust roughly into him, patience completely gone. The boy simply couldn’t understand the effect such things had on him. “Touch yourself,” he ground out, body connecting with Itachi’s in loud slaps. He groaned as Itachi complied, hand slipping down his stomach to the weeping member.

Itachi’s eyes narrowed to slits as he stroked himself, both sensations adding to his pleasure. Each thrust grazed over the sensitive spot inside, him and sparks danced before his eyes. If Leader moaned or whispered anything to him, it fell on deaf ears. Itachi had never surrendered to something that consumed him as this did, but he couldn’t stop it. Soon his stuttering gasps were pierced when he cried out, orgasm slamming into his consciousness. The euphoria stomped through him like millions of ants, crawling along his lines of chakra, making his skin tingle then rise with goose bumps.

The tightness around him contracted further with the onset of Itachi’s release, hips speeding to take advantage of it. He was close, he could feel it. Then white filled his vision and he came, leaning over Itachi as his frame shook with shudders.

As quickly as the pleasure hit them both, it soon bled from their system, leaving both feeling drained. Itachi winced as Leader pulled out again, now aware of the pain once more. He shook a little as he sat up, strength almost completely spent. There were no beds, nor comfortable areas to lay in his office. Being as casual as he could, Itachi started to dress. “If you’re done with me, I would rather like to sleep after my long journey.”

Leader nodded, leaning against the desk to watch the boy dress. Not even a lingering look, a smirk over what they had done. No, he wasn’t like Orochimaru, but the tough question was if that was bad or not. “You and your partner will have the rest of the week off.”

“Thank you.” Dressed, minus the cloak, Itachi bowed, ignoring the way pain shot up his back. He then turned and walked stiffly to the door, not looking back once. Wild hair was smoothed down with one hand as the other closed the door after he exited.

“Oi, you’re just now finished with your report?” Kisame asked, tilting his head a little.

“Yes. He’s given us the week off. Enjoy.” Turning on his heel, Itachi retreated to his room, doing his best not to walk with a limp. He would bother Kisame later, possibly for a drink he kept in his room. Right now, he wanted a hot shower and to sleep the lingering exhaustion from him his body.