Itachi has clearly no idea how sexy he is. That naivity appeals because his innocent gives Orochimaru so much power. He could do unspeakable things to Itachi. The young man is already pushing against his hand. Orochimaru moves his fingers minimally. Itachi, Itachi, Itachi.
Orochimaru does his best to hold the rest of the body still. It would be too easy to nip this neck, kiss, suck. A hickey would be a possessive mark – too telling?, he wonders. It would put chuunin Itachi in trouble with Orochimaru’s other devotees. He closes his own eyes bedroom eyes, his exhale is a shuddering breath. He wets his own lips.
“Become jounin rank,” he whispers. “Will you do that for me? I want to cherish you, dear.”
“Yes.” Oh goodness yes, he will. The rank was desired regardless if it would result in affection, at least. It will be that much easier to reach it now.
But the implication is that nothing will come of this until the rank is reached, and Itachi sucks in a short breath, willing himself still. It’s an exercise in control. He cannot afford to ask too much now, not when he hasn’t reached the aforementioned rank.
Soon enough, he’s still. All that’s left is the battle of will to get rid of his arousal.
Orochimaru, like a cat, presses his head deeper into he handpalm. He keeps his eyes close in relaxation, but snap open at the word /master/. He looks in Itachi’s dark eyes.
For a second he wants to indulge in the word, have Itachi call him master breathlessly. If he wants to, he can permit the touching. He can encourage it, until they are both swearing and sweating and panting. Then their skin will stick togeter with every move. Maybe their lips will clash. A first kiss, a first time, – he has never had Sasuke. Not like that. Itachi-kun… is an upgrade.
He continues to look in Itachi’s eyes, then averts his gaze. “Don’t call me that until you’re jounin and we’re alone. You’re-… it’s me. It’s self-protection, so I won’t get attached to defencelesss people.”
He’s called him that several times. It is an issue now, and an issue of rank as well? It makes his eyebrows pull together, wanting to know his game, here.
But he’s explained it rather well. Self protection. Attached to defenseless people. Also an implication Itachi didn’t know better, that he was being taken advantage of? He doubted something like a higher rank would alleviate the situation. If his feelings and thoughts were the same, something like a spoken title wouldn’t fix a situation of manipulation if it existed.
But….very well. “Alright.” He’ll concede to the demand, as little sense as it makes. Brings himself to a sit now, careful not to let Orochimaru simply fall back onto the slab. Just about time to get up, anyways.
Orochimaru doesn’t like the sound of that alright, he doesn’t like Itachi pulling away, he doesn’t like the way he frowns.
He exhales once. He sighs because he will get up after this, and he looked forward to cuddling. He sits up. He wraps one arm around Itachi’s waist. He nuzzles his nose into the space under Itachi’s ear. His lips are at his warm neck, and he feels the small hairs on the skin. It’s so tempting to kiss, so tempting to nip. They won’t be disturbed. Physical intimacy creates a bubble where only they exist, and all signs say Itachi-kun is willing. There is nothing sexier than being wanted.
“Listen,” he exhales against the neck. His voice is sleepy and hungry – but not for breakfast. It’s the sort of predatory hunger one get in trouble for. “You’re much younger, and have few memories. I feel responsible for you.”
His arm around Itachi’s waist is a hug. His hand rubs his hip bone – it sticks out, despite the fact Itachi is getting healthier and more muscular. “Shisssui. I want you…” and his breath pauses, “…-to be able to be an asset to me. Not be my vulnerability. And then if you want me still, we will get to this,” his hand slides down between Itachi’s legs, over the pajama fabric. It feels the bulge. It traces the length. He cups his warm fingers around it. He holds still. He whispers: “-and then you will call me master as loudly as I want.”
Getting up was the wrong move, then? He had thought it was time to train. Master does usually start the days rather late, he’s noticed, but that had been enough time laying down. Apparently not.
It’s difficult to think about even trying to move away when Orochimaru is so close. Not when his tone clearly wants, and Itachi is all too ready to give.
So few memories… but he’d been learning so much. Was it still not enough? He would have to work faster to bridge the gap, when time allowed.
“How can I prove myself.” it’s murmured on the tail end of a breath, having no other idea how to react to the touch except for bucking up, seeking more, being greedy about it.
So soon… They’ve only known each other a few months.
He tries to sort his feelings for her. It’s a mistake to compare them to how he feels about Sasuke, but it’s really the only other type of love he feels. But they aren’t negative at all, at least. He is quite fond of her. She is patient with him.
He wishes he could say the same… he can only agree with the first half. Not only is his bride to be a woman all the way from Amegakure, part of a treaty to forge peace between his village and theirs… but she’s so much older than him.
“Delicate decisions require sacrifice.” Something he’s very familiar with.
“I won’t stop you from seeing your loved one.” He can offer this, at least…
“Yep! Definitely. And if I have to do it, I will.” Suddenly, cheerful Rin.
Oh no.
“I mean I could be said to be a bit too close to the situation but…we’re not exactly a large hospital, that’s going to happen.”
He knows next to nothing about girls to actually pick up the cues. All he knows is this is exactly the weird sort of drama he wants no part in and has nothing good to add.
“I wouldn’t exactly say conflict, but…when a guy starts to hit on an obviously taken woman, that’s when I start to draw the line.” Especially when the guy dating the taken woman was one of her former teammates.
This is above his pay grade. He’s made a mistake. Foolish Itachi, thinking it was nurses doing malpractice. (Another reason he simply avoids hospitals in general.)
“Ah. Well then. I suppose a talking to is in order.”
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