[Thread] Well I wish that I was as good as you at caring and trusting.

[incarnadines]

Who: Madara and Itachi.
Where: The Blood Moon.
When: Friday night.
Summary: Well look who came crawling back.
Rating: R.
Other: If I'm a liar then you're a thief.

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[pogromanate]

This resort of pure surrender to the one who killed him ( -- and one that he openly detested -- ) was nothing but a desire born from too many weights that pushed the younger Uchiha down (High expectations of himself that were unfulfilled, broken to many times, and he was nothing but scum, and so scum he will belong with). his own thoughts were mingled with disgust and self-loath as he entered the club with it's thick air with the aroma of smoke and atmosphere that was heavy with tight heat from bodies with flexed appendages would glide over one another

[incarnadines]

Madara could guess what Itachi had come here for but he couldn't be sure. With Itachi, he was never sure. Most things in the world ceased to be a mystery to him but when it came to his pupil and descendant, it seemed that unpredictability was inherited. Or so he liked to believe.

Itachi wasn't here to kill him. A flashy murder with hundreds of witnesses wasn't his style. But a subtle attack, or a threat, that was possible. Not that Madara was intimidated. He had killed this boy once. He could do it again.

He ignored Itachi pointedly for several minutes, because after all there was a beautiful girl whose mouth he was exploring, and she tasted quite fine. Better than she had a few moments earlier. Itachi wasn't worth interrupting that kind of sweetness. Only when she pulled back to take a breath did Madara turn to face his student. "You seem exceptionally stupid tonight, Itachi," he greeted. "Can't you see that I'm busy?"

[pogromanate]

In all honesty, Itachi didn't treat this reunion after his death as anything different from before, not when he was in his mentor company. and he just took a slow elegant sip of the alcohol as the melody of thick slapping and sloppy wet sounds of lips and teeth gnawing faded into nothing but background noise.

Still, there was no indication of anything but apathy that graced his features. no flinching, no shuffling of unease, he only leaned back and placed a arm over the edge of the seat in which he sunk down.

It was only then did Itachi tilt his head, listening to Madara's words as well as the young teenager's giggling and their whorish behavior. But Itachi didn't bother to return the other's gaze, only letting his eyes continue to slip closed and let out soft words that were firm -- almost dangerous -- but they did not hold any hostility, "I'm willing to wait."

[incarnadines]

"How patient of you," Madara replied with thick sarcasm. He ran his palm down the girl's back and gave her ass a squeeze, which drew a playfully scandalized scream from her. But he ignored her otherwise, his focus still on Itachi. "You'll be waiting all night, however."

Without moving his gaze, he raised his voice to order the women sternly, "Go get me some more sake, you filthy whores." They took this as an affectionate joke (though it wasn't) and scurried off obediently, except for the girl whose head was in Madara's lap. She was asleep.

"So you made it all the way home," Madara observed, scarlet eyes drifting over Itachi to assess his state of health. "I hoped you'd be so weakened that some four-hundred-pound Abyss prizefighter would have made you his bitch by now. But look at that. You're still an impeccable virgin. If slightly anal-retentive. Or because of that, I suppose."