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uchihacollector:

That stupid brat! Orochimaru runs his hands over his face, and holds his breath. He lets Itachi wait, because it makes him feel like revenge. He is petty like that. He lets him wait for a full minute, and then he drops his hand to his sides. He kicks off his shoes and puts his legs and feet on the sofa, stretched. “Enter.”

He’d expected something along the lines of waiting longer. It has little effect on him, it’s Orochimaru who’s allowing his own food to run cold. 

When he’s called in, he enters the same way, moving in to set the tray down, and the papers aside. Since this was the only thing he was called for, Itachi folds his arm infront of his chest, bows halfway, and prepares to leave.

uchihacollector:

Orochimaru sees the door open from the corner of his eyes, and Uchiha fucking Itachi appear without warning.
For a second he isn’t sure which Itachi is in his room now, the one from Konoha, or the one from Otogakure.

He jumps up. He curses. The words aren’t pretty. It’s good he disarmed himself, or else he would have done regretful reflexes. 

Itachi.

He catches himself. His heart beats in his throat. Then he stands still. He exhales, and collapses on the sofa. “Get out,” he snaps, “And come in again after knocking. Do you want to give me a ssstupid heart attack?!”

He should feel sorry– and scared, naturally. But knowing how Orochimaru feels about him has made him feel bold in dangerous ways. It’s tempting to refuse, to see how far he could push, and part of that shows in how an apology isn’t even muttered as he  backs out to allow the door to shut.

And then there’s a knock.

liliummadara:

“Six to go,” Madara said, and seemed in a better mood already. “This task will get easier every time we seal one away.”

He interlaced his fingers behind his neck. “I almost can not wait until we’re done.”

Itachi says nothing. It’s easier at this point to simply adopt his regular mask. To speak as if it was business only. He doesn’t want the plan to come to fruition, naturally, but there’s not much he can do about it at this very moment. 

“There are no leads on the Yonbi’s whereabouts.”

uchihacollector:

“Orochimaru-sama?” The taijutsu trainer asks after lunch. “No, he just left this morning. He usually switches base every two weeks. He stayed here for your health for a month, but some Suna ninja caught his trail. I think it will be a good six weeks or so, before he returns. Maybe longer.”

It turned out Orochimaru stayed on the move for a good two-and-a-half months. An entire season passed before he finally returned. When he did, he was wearing the poofiest green coat and there was snow in his hair. “I am so cold,” he said to a jounin, “be a dear and heat up my quarters, have someone bring me a hot meal, and have another person bring me the paperwork.”

Day in, and day out, Itachi repeated the same schedule.

It only took him two days to completely give up touching himself during his showers, as release was impossible to attain. (He felt it was a waste of time, nonetheless.) 

The promotion to Jounin was attained only two weeks later, with that being Itachi’s new goal. With it came a new jacket, and new, more difficult missions. His time with Orochimaru became a thing of the past, no longer something he thought about day by day. He’d return when he felt fit to, and when it was safe.

Itachi has just finished his reading when another Jounin knocks at his quarters. Master has returned, and the task of bringing him a meal and his papers has been handed over to him. Very well.

Tying his hair up into a high ponytail, he sets through the tunnels to do just that. He does not knock, instead opening the door with his right shoulder.

liliummadara: 

That surprise shows Madara that he could have drawn a better deal if he had pushed harder. But yeah, Itachi is clan leader somewhat and Madara did not want to overdraw his credit.

“As leader of ‘Akatsuki’, I will partner Kisame with Deidara. So you and I will be able to travel together undisturbed by others. How many Tailed Brats do we still have to capture?”

“We’ve still six remaining.” Isobu had been released to be captured, Yugito had been brought in almost dead… and Sunagakura got their Kazekage back. But the beast had been extracted. 

A man by the name of Roshi was next on their list. But his location was currently unknown.

uchihacollector:

Orochimaru’s lips are near Itachi’s ear: “Go take a shower. Think of me or others. And masturbate. Do it at least once a week, for medical purposes. Doctor’s orders.”

He said, “It’s not something you should be very ashamed of when you are around me in private.” But he drank in the shame and the bashful attitude. He stood up. He fixed his clothing. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I will go to my own quarters and ‘take a shower’ myself. I will stop by later today to supervise your training.”

Right.

His shower takes several minutes longer than usual. Itachi prefers to be on time, in all aspects, but those minutes are eaten up trying to find the release he was ordered to. So much water, just wasted. 

He’s back to schedule as soon as he gives up on it, washing his hair through, rinsing his body down, and drying himself thoroughly. 

Breakfast, followed by kenjutsu training, followed by taijutsu. 

liliummadara:

That makes Madara lean back. He takes the step back, and ruffles his own hair. He had not known what would come out of this interaction, but this seems good enough. At least he will be together with an Uchiha, which will limit the loneliness. The less time he spends alone, the smaller the chance his coping mechanism of Tobi takes over. And if Itachi doesn’t find out the degree of his mental instability – all the better. Itachi-sama doesn’t need to know.

He nods.

That was…enough?

That’s what he’d been suggesting, anyways… He just needed to word himself more clearly. 

A soft sigh leaves him, and some of the tension eases away. This is a much easier solution. 

“Alright.” It’s decided, then. His hands drop. 

uchihacollector:

#i wrote a reply to this a few days ago #it never posted.

Fuck the conditions, he wants to say. He exhales instead. He nips Itachi’s shoulder once more. Then he withdraws his hands. He puts them on his own knees. He abandons the plans to bare Itachi here and now, but the wish lingers.

“Work hard for me, will you? Learn fast, train hard, and eat well. Sleep will be your best friend to growth, so don’t skip on it.” He tugs some of Itachi’s hair behind his ear.

Itachi can only nod, eyes shut tight and firm, hands flat on the slab at either side. His legs draw up and closed, willing his erection away by sheer force. This isn’t the time. Who knows when that will be, but he will do his best. 

He nods, to affirm he’s listening. Doesn’t trust his own voice right now.