[fanfiction] Of Faking and Feeling ch.2
Fandom: Naruto
Characters (in this chapter): Sai, Sasuke, Karin, Madara, Orochimaru, Kabuto, Itachi.
Pairings (in this chapter): Sasuke/Sai/Karin, Sasuke/Sai
Rating: NC-17
Notes: This is mainly Madara/Sai but it's going to contain Everyone/Sai as the story keeps going.
I hope you'll find it interesting, feel free to give every kind of critique!
The concept for this ffic is stolen from nixcore. The characters in this ffic have nothing to do with the players (but some recurring jobs-- Honestly, who could resist to Orochimaru as a director XD ?) ;_; !! DON'T HATE ME!
This story is betaed by dear darkninja on y!G ♥
Previous Chapters: [01]
II.
Sai arched his back and hissed, trying to keep the right pace and worrying about doing the right thing.
He guessed that he was supposed to please the others and enjoy it, but he wasn’t very comfortable with the whole situation.
“Oh God,” the girl with the weird hair color moaned under him as she grabbed his hips and spread her legs further, twisting her upper body lustfully against the white sheets of the bed. “Keep moving like that--!”
Sai frowned and nodded, unaware of how ridiculous he looked doing so.
He bucked his hips against the cock behind him to get more room to please the girl, a little moan escaping his lips as he got hit the right way.
The boy behind him smirked as he kept pounding into Sai’s ass, making sure to set the whole rhythm for the fuck.
He leaned in past Sai’s shoulder -the movement making Sai a little uncomfortable, squeezed between the both of them - and the girl leaned forward with a soft mewl to meet his lips in a naughty kiss: Sai glared at their tongues, wondering if it felt good.
He obviously knew how such kisses felt, but he was still wondering about Madara’s words: were those two acting? They looked so intense, so-
--When the girl discarded her kisser to test Sai’s skills with a long purr, Sai assumed that what he was witnessing was nothing more that acting skills. Of course.
He did his best with that kiss, darting his tongue against the girl’s, his mind still wondering about weird little details as his body kept finding rapture in the intense fuck.
The door of the little room opened, and Sai couldn’t help but turn his head to look there, his instinct prevailing over the dull pleasure of his body-
“-Stop! Damn, boy!” The two cameramen stopped their recording as the harsh voice of the director ruptured the steamy mood.
Sai bit his lower lip and stopped, his two partners growling a few complaints about the newcomer.
Madara smiled, stepping towards the director, pardoning the intrusion and explaining that he was only there to take a peek at the new boy.
One of the cameramen, a good-looking man with long dark hair who would have fitted better on the other side of the lens, looked quietly at Madara as he spoke.
Sai felt uncomfortable under that person’s analyzing gaze, and the cock of the pitch-black-haired boy that was topping him stuck into his ass didn’t help.
--His cock felt quite comfortable in the wet heat of the girl, though, he noted mentally.
He wondered if the girl’s cunt felt like his own ass right now. If that was so, he felt kinda sorry for the girl.
“So, Orochimaru, can we keep going--?” the pretty boy asked in a bothered tone, as if he would have something definitely better to do than being engaged in a threesome.
“Watch your mouth when talking to Orochimaru-sama,” the assistant director muttered behind his glasses, his words stopped by a calming pat on his shoulder by the director. “Don’t worry, Kabuto, it’s just Sasuke-kun being himself.”
Orochimaru gave a knowing look to Madara, who smiled back, taking the words about his stubborn nephew as a compliment as Sasuke stuck his tongue to Kabuto, who was trying to incinerate the boy with his glaring.
Sai looked at the behaviour of those people, trying to match every person to a possible relationship with each other… Just when he was realizing that most of the persons in the room were connected to Sasuke-kun, and that he was definitely a main character in the whole scenario, the girl under him wrapped her arms around Sai’s neck, blushing slightly. “I’d like to get going, though… It’s getting cold here,” she purred, never taking her eyes off Sai’s surprised features: was that girl hitting on him...?
“Yeah, yeah, sorry guys,” Orochimaru positioned himself behind one of the cameramen - the long-haired beauty, of course - to keep an overview of the scene. “Sai, don’t look around if you hear any noises, that’s weird considering where the scene is supposed to be set” he scolded the boy before allowing the recording to continue under Madara’s vigilance.
“Y-Yes,” Sai nodded.
“-And stop nodding.” Orochimaru added, annoyed.
Madara chuckled softly at the reprimand, making Sai’s chest tighten with humiliation.
A second later, they were back into action, flesh and muscles grinding and slapping sweatily against each other in a lustful bundle of meat.
“What do you think of the boy?” Madara asked Orochimaru, his voice lowered as much as he could, yet still reaching Sai’s ears.
“Mh… You were right about his looks, he’s truly beautiful,” Orochimaru licked his lips without taking his eyes off from the set “And the way he moves-He definitely knows how to do it right…”
“But--?”
“But his expressions are a total disaster.” Orochimaru mouthed quietly “-It’s like watching Forrest Gump having sex.”
Madara chuckled at the comparison “I find him rather cute. It may work for certain scripts, like ‘Clueless student gets fucked by his private teacher’…”
“I don’t want to use that body for such pathetic plots, Madara,” Orochimaru answered with contempt. “He can’t be another Sasuke-kun, of course, but I’d like to make similar things with him… D/s, S/M… I’d like to have some wicked expression on those sweet features, that of a sadistic serial killer, not that of a retard.”
“You are the director,” Madara stated.
“And you are the producer,” Orochimaru answered back. “So if you really want me to use him I will. But don’t expect that guy in some prominent role yet.”
Madara smiled smugly, appreciating Orochimaru’s goodwill.
He looked back at the set, studying Sai in action, trying to verify Orochimaru’s words.
What he saw was just that creamy body fucking and being fucked the right way, his legs spread and his hips moving backward and forward at a frantic pace, his back arching as pearly sweat decorated his jerking and little clouds of breath interrupted by occasional lustful kisses escaped his soft, lovely lips.
That was one of the best subs Madara ever witnessed… He could see him being fucked raw by Sasuke, toys and cocks sliding in and out of every hole that that pale body was able to offer, or having him bandaged or restrained, the Hoozuki brothers having their way with the little slut--
--Madara would have creamed his pants right there just by thinking of all the possibilities if something wasn’t definitely off: the dull look in Sai’s eyes, his eyes glazed and still like those of a doll.
Sai definitely had to work on his expressiveness; just as Madara thought the first way they met… But the boy was indeed talented.
“I’m going back to my office. Please have Itachi bring me the demo for further analysis,” he asked softly to Orochimaru, heading out of the room once he got a quick nod from the other man.
This time, Sai managed not to follow Madara with his eyes as the man walked out of the room, but he couldn’t help an undignified squeak as he found himself squeezed between his lovers’ shivering bodies, cum dripping out of his ass and wetness wrapping his cock… He shivered a little as he felt Sasuke’s pants against his back, the boy resting his forehead there as he waited for his heart to stop racing, but he felt a little weird at the girl’s stopping and the feeling of her body turning boneless under him.
Were they-Already over--?
“Oh, no, that sucks--,” Orochimaru’s blame showed in his eyes. “You have no control over your partners at all, boy.”
Sasuke and the girl sighed as they disentangled themselves from Sai’s body to leave him hard and lonely, some random people from the staff wrapping robes around their naked bodies.
“But--” Sai tried to protest, his dripping erection peeking out of the untied robe.
“Ok people, we’re done, thank you everyone--!” Orochimaru clapped his hands before returning his attention to Sai. “Listen, you have to work on your expressiveness… You’re definitely one of the worst acquisitions our studios could get, but the producer liked you so I’ll have to bear it. Forget about starring in a movie as a main character, for now I’ll use you as an extra… Keep your cell-phone on, someday we’ll contact you for something...” he said, taking a look at the schedule for the upcoming movies. “Well, bye, it’s been a pleasure working with you,” he dismissed Sai before standing up and turning to the cameraman he stood with before for a brief talk.
“Ah-I--- Just a moment--!” Sai finally regained his senses, disregarding the sexual need and his shaky legs to walk towards the director, managing to wrap himself in the robe.
Sasuke and the girl looked at him while sipping some tea.
The red-haired girl giggled happily, blushing while looking at Sasuke. “What do you think of the new boy, Sasuke-kun? He’s kinda hot despite the weird behaviour…”
“He’s indeed a good lay,” Sasuke muttered with contempt. “But he’s a novice. I’ve never seen someone so uncomfortable while having sex… I wonder where he learned to move like that, though. Probably he whored himself out before.”
“Don’t be mean, Sasuke-kun,” the girl protested. “Madara-sama would never hire someone with such a messy background.”
Sasuke smirked at the girl’s heated reaction. “Karin, don’t be so soft on him just because he made you come.”
She blushed furiously “-What the fuck are you implying--?!”
Meanwhile, Orochimaru looked at Sai. “What--?”
“-You said that Uchiha-san liked me… I’m surprised since my interview didn’t go so well;” he still felt a little weird about having been turned away like that. “-So I would like to thank him. Do you know how can I get in contact with him?”
Orochimaru almost choked on his laugh. “Ahah-Contacting Madara-sama? That’s never going to happen, kid;” he patted Sai’s head in an almost fatherly manner. “But you can leave a message with his secretary. I bet he’ll appreciate that,” he mocked him as he left the room with Kabuto, the two of them still giggling at Sai’s high expectations.
“I-I will.” Sai nodded.
“They were just mocking you,” Itachi, the long-haired cameraman, sighed as he got the demo together and stood up to leave. “Here, take care of that,” he handed Sai a box of tissues, pointing at the tent in the robe. “The bathroom is over there.”
“A-Ok, thank you.” Sai frowned, looking at the green door behind him.
Itachi looked at him for another second before waving his hand and leaving the room.
Sai looked around, then headed towards the door. He got the job but he wasn’t sure he was doing things the right way… He had to think of a way to get closer to Madara, so he could be useful to Danzou-sama and his clan.
Once in the bathroom, he untied his robe and exposed his erection, wrapping a hand firmly around the dripping length, looking at himself in the mirror in front of him.
Orochimaru told him to work on his expressions, so he tried to mimic the faces that the girl under him had made… It was hard to please himself while trying to look hot-
“-The result is kinda grotesque,” an amused voice behind him stated.
Sai jumped, turning around to meet Sasuke’s eyes mocking him.
“S-Sasuke-kun--” now that was a weird situation… What was he supposed to say?! “I’m trying to take care of--”
“I see what you’re doing,” was Sasuke’s sharp reply as he reached for the boy, wrapping his skilled hand around the throbbing length, making Sai whimper “-I’m disappointed by the fact that you didn’t come. Just showing you some courtesy.”
Sai was surprised and somehow grateful-He let out little pants as Sasuke grinned, increasing the pace of the handjob, making Sai buck his hips against his palm.
Sasuke rested his free hand against Sai’s hip, making him turn back around to face the mirror. “That’s a nice expression, you see--?”
Sai’s eyes blinked at his reflection in the mirror, his lips parted with desire and his eyelids heavy with lust, his body blushing and moving according to Sasuke’s lead. “You were tense because that was your first time in front of a camera, wasn’t it--? Just remember that you’re working with professionals here… You’re supposed to show your best here. And if you never experienced your best, you better hurry and find it out.”
Sasuke’s roughness and demanding tone aroused Sai, making him drop his defences, giving his full attention-It didn’t take him much to come, warm cum splattering against the sink in front of them.
“Nice whore,” Sasuke chuckled before shaking his hand free of cum.
Sai fell to his knees, shocked by what he just experienced.
He blushed slightly as he looked up at Sasuke. “It’s been-good,” he panted gratefully, only to meet Sasuke’s scornful eyes. “I--” he finally returned to his senses, blaming himself for being such a weakling, yet incapable to stand up. “-You’re Uchiha Sasuke, aren’t you? There’s something I’d like to ask you,” he managed to say.
“Mh…? What?” Sasuke raised an eyebrow, now bothered with himself for approaching that pansy.
***
“So, your report…?” Madara asked, resting Sai’s demo on his desk to look up at Itachi.
The man met his uncle’s eyes, matching his cold tone. “I confirm your previous research, the boy doesn’t look to be involved in anything fishy. The Yamada are a fairly conventional family, and they adopted Sai when he was four. It looks like his parents died in a car accident, same old story,” he went on. “He moved to Tokyo two months ago to attend the University - course of Business Management… Looks like his adoptive parents run a store that Sai is supposed to take over… Quite boring shit as you see… But I can investigate further, if you want.”
“Please do,” Madara dismissed the matter. “I’m going to watch the demo, now… I’ll have to plan some nice script for him with Pein and Konan later.”
Itachi looked at Madara, then at the little framed picture on his desk. “I understand why you’re so interested in that boy… But I suggest you do not get too involved with him.”
“Mind your own business, Itachi,” Madara replied flatly as he adjusted the film in his projector.
“As you wish, sir. I’ll keep you updated about that matter.”
“Yeah, please do.”
Once Itachi got out of the room, Madara sighed as he started to look at the images on the screen.
He rested against his desk, unzipping his pants as he kept studying the boy’s endearing features…
After all, Itachi was right.
He wasn’t allowed any weakness, so if he longed for that boy, what was wrong with just taking him--?
Madara stared at Sai’s cute parted lips, imagining having them wrapped around his cock, the same cock that he was now stroking frantically-
“-Otouto...”
The intercom rang, awakening Madara from his fantasies with a little gasp.
He let go of his cock and stopped the movie, answering his secretary’s call trying to breathe regularly “-Yes?”
Characters (in this chapter): Sai, Sasuke, Karin, Madara, Orochimaru, Kabuto, Itachi.
Pairings (in this chapter): Sasuke/Sai/Karin, Sasuke/Sai
Rating: NC-17
Notes: This is mainly Madara/Sai but it's going to contain Everyone/Sai as the story keeps going.
I hope you'll find it interesting, feel free to give every kind of critique!
The concept for this ffic is stolen from nixcore. The characters in this ffic have nothing to do with the players (but some recurring jobs-- Honestly, who could resist to Orochimaru as a director XD ?) ;_; !! DON'T HATE ME!
This story is betaed by dear darkninja on y!G ♥
Previous Chapters: [01]
II.
Sai arched his back and hissed, trying to keep the right pace and worrying about doing the right thing.
He guessed that he was supposed to please the others and enjoy it, but he wasn’t very comfortable with the whole situation.
“Oh God,” the girl with the weird hair color moaned under him as she grabbed his hips and spread her legs further, twisting her upper body lustfully against the white sheets of the bed. “Keep moving like that--!”
Sai frowned and nodded, unaware of how ridiculous he looked doing so.
He bucked his hips against the cock behind him to get more room to please the girl, a little moan escaping his lips as he got hit the right way.
The boy behind him smirked as he kept pounding into Sai’s ass, making sure to set the whole rhythm for the fuck.
He leaned in past Sai’s shoulder -the movement making Sai a little uncomfortable, squeezed between the both of them - and the girl leaned forward with a soft mewl to meet his lips in a naughty kiss: Sai glared at their tongues, wondering if it felt good.
He obviously knew how such kisses felt, but he was still wondering about Madara’s words: were those two acting? They looked so intense, so-
--When the girl discarded her kisser to test Sai’s skills with a long purr, Sai assumed that what he was witnessing was nothing more that acting skills. Of course.
He did his best with that kiss, darting his tongue against the girl’s, his mind still wondering about weird little details as his body kept finding rapture in the intense fuck.
The door of the little room opened, and Sai couldn’t help but turn his head to look there, his instinct prevailing over the dull pleasure of his body-
“-Stop! Damn, boy!” The two cameramen stopped their recording as the harsh voice of the director ruptured the steamy mood.
Sai bit his lower lip and stopped, his two partners growling a few complaints about the newcomer.
Madara smiled, stepping towards the director, pardoning the intrusion and explaining that he was only there to take a peek at the new boy.
One of the cameramen, a good-looking man with long dark hair who would have fitted better on the other side of the lens, looked quietly at Madara as he spoke.
Sai felt uncomfortable under that person’s analyzing gaze, and the cock of the pitch-black-haired boy that was topping him stuck into his ass didn’t help.
--His cock felt quite comfortable in the wet heat of the girl, though, he noted mentally.
He wondered if the girl’s cunt felt like his own ass right now. If that was so, he felt kinda sorry for the girl.
“So, Orochimaru, can we keep going--?” the pretty boy asked in a bothered tone, as if he would have something definitely better to do than being engaged in a threesome.
“Watch your mouth when talking to Orochimaru-sama,” the assistant director muttered behind his glasses, his words stopped by a calming pat on his shoulder by the director. “Don’t worry, Kabuto, it’s just Sasuke-kun being himself.”
Orochimaru gave a knowing look to Madara, who smiled back, taking the words about his stubborn nephew as a compliment as Sasuke stuck his tongue to Kabuto, who was trying to incinerate the boy with his glaring.
Sai looked at the behaviour of those people, trying to match every person to a possible relationship with each other… Just when he was realizing that most of the persons in the room were connected to Sasuke-kun, and that he was definitely a main character in the whole scenario, the girl under him wrapped her arms around Sai’s neck, blushing slightly. “I’d like to get going, though… It’s getting cold here,” she purred, never taking her eyes off Sai’s surprised features: was that girl hitting on him...?
“Yeah, yeah, sorry guys,” Orochimaru positioned himself behind one of the cameramen - the long-haired beauty, of course - to keep an overview of the scene. “Sai, don’t look around if you hear any noises, that’s weird considering where the scene is supposed to be set” he scolded the boy before allowing the recording to continue under Madara’s vigilance.
“Y-Yes,” Sai nodded.
“-And stop nodding.” Orochimaru added, annoyed.
Madara chuckled softly at the reprimand, making Sai’s chest tighten with humiliation.
A second later, they were back into action, flesh and muscles grinding and slapping sweatily against each other in a lustful bundle of meat.
“What do you think of the boy?” Madara asked Orochimaru, his voice lowered as much as he could, yet still reaching Sai’s ears.
“Mh… You were right about his looks, he’s truly beautiful,” Orochimaru licked his lips without taking his eyes off from the set “And the way he moves-He definitely knows how to do it right…”
“But--?”
“But his expressions are a total disaster.” Orochimaru mouthed quietly “-It’s like watching Forrest Gump having sex.”
Madara chuckled at the comparison “I find him rather cute. It may work for certain scripts, like ‘Clueless student gets fucked by his private teacher’…”
“I don’t want to use that body for such pathetic plots, Madara,” Orochimaru answered with contempt. “He can’t be another Sasuke-kun, of course, but I’d like to make similar things with him… D/s, S/M… I’d like to have some wicked expression on those sweet features, that of a sadistic serial killer, not that of a retard.”
“You are the director,” Madara stated.
“And you are the producer,” Orochimaru answered back. “So if you really want me to use him I will. But don’t expect that guy in some prominent role yet.”
Madara smiled smugly, appreciating Orochimaru’s goodwill.
He looked back at the set, studying Sai in action, trying to verify Orochimaru’s words.
What he saw was just that creamy body fucking and being fucked the right way, his legs spread and his hips moving backward and forward at a frantic pace, his back arching as pearly sweat decorated his jerking and little clouds of breath interrupted by occasional lustful kisses escaped his soft, lovely lips.
That was one of the best subs Madara ever witnessed… He could see him being fucked raw by Sasuke, toys and cocks sliding in and out of every hole that that pale body was able to offer, or having him bandaged or restrained, the Hoozuki brothers having their way with the little slut--
--Madara would have creamed his pants right there just by thinking of all the possibilities if something wasn’t definitely off: the dull look in Sai’s eyes, his eyes glazed and still like those of a doll.
Sai definitely had to work on his expressiveness; just as Madara thought the first way they met… But the boy was indeed talented.
“I’m going back to my office. Please have Itachi bring me the demo for further analysis,” he asked softly to Orochimaru, heading out of the room once he got a quick nod from the other man.
This time, Sai managed not to follow Madara with his eyes as the man walked out of the room, but he couldn’t help an undignified squeak as he found himself squeezed between his lovers’ shivering bodies, cum dripping out of his ass and wetness wrapping his cock… He shivered a little as he felt Sasuke’s pants against his back, the boy resting his forehead there as he waited for his heart to stop racing, but he felt a little weird at the girl’s stopping and the feeling of her body turning boneless under him.
Were they-Already over--?
“Oh, no, that sucks--,” Orochimaru’s blame showed in his eyes. “You have no control over your partners at all, boy.”
Sasuke and the girl sighed as they disentangled themselves from Sai’s body to leave him hard and lonely, some random people from the staff wrapping robes around their naked bodies.
“But--” Sai tried to protest, his dripping erection peeking out of the untied robe.
“Ok people, we’re done, thank you everyone--!” Orochimaru clapped his hands before returning his attention to Sai. “Listen, you have to work on your expressiveness… You’re definitely one of the worst acquisitions our studios could get, but the producer liked you so I’ll have to bear it. Forget about starring in a movie as a main character, for now I’ll use you as an extra… Keep your cell-phone on, someday we’ll contact you for something...” he said, taking a look at the schedule for the upcoming movies. “Well, bye, it’s been a pleasure working with you,” he dismissed Sai before standing up and turning to the cameraman he stood with before for a brief talk.
“Ah-I--- Just a moment--!” Sai finally regained his senses, disregarding the sexual need and his shaky legs to walk towards the director, managing to wrap himself in the robe.
Sasuke and the girl looked at him while sipping some tea.
The red-haired girl giggled happily, blushing while looking at Sasuke. “What do you think of the new boy, Sasuke-kun? He’s kinda hot despite the weird behaviour…”
“He’s indeed a good lay,” Sasuke muttered with contempt. “But he’s a novice. I’ve never seen someone so uncomfortable while having sex… I wonder where he learned to move like that, though. Probably he whored himself out before.”
“Don’t be mean, Sasuke-kun,” the girl protested. “Madara-sama would never hire someone with such a messy background.”
Sasuke smirked at the girl’s heated reaction. “Karin, don’t be so soft on him just because he made you come.”
She blushed furiously “-What the fuck are you implying--?!”
Meanwhile, Orochimaru looked at Sai. “What--?”
“-You said that Uchiha-san liked me… I’m surprised since my interview didn’t go so well;” he still felt a little weird about having been turned away like that. “-So I would like to thank him. Do you know how can I get in contact with him?”
Orochimaru almost choked on his laugh. “Ahah-Contacting Madara-sama? That’s never going to happen, kid;” he patted Sai’s head in an almost fatherly manner. “But you can leave a message with his secretary. I bet he’ll appreciate that,” he mocked him as he left the room with Kabuto, the two of them still giggling at Sai’s high expectations.
“I-I will.” Sai nodded.
“They were just mocking you,” Itachi, the long-haired cameraman, sighed as he got the demo together and stood up to leave. “Here, take care of that,” he handed Sai a box of tissues, pointing at the tent in the robe. “The bathroom is over there.”
“A-Ok, thank you.” Sai frowned, looking at the green door behind him.
Itachi looked at him for another second before waving his hand and leaving the room.
Sai looked around, then headed towards the door. He got the job but he wasn’t sure he was doing things the right way… He had to think of a way to get closer to Madara, so he could be useful to Danzou-sama and his clan.
Once in the bathroom, he untied his robe and exposed his erection, wrapping a hand firmly around the dripping length, looking at himself in the mirror in front of him.
Orochimaru told him to work on his expressions, so he tried to mimic the faces that the girl under him had made… It was hard to please himself while trying to look hot-
“-The result is kinda grotesque,” an amused voice behind him stated.
Sai jumped, turning around to meet Sasuke’s eyes mocking him.
“S-Sasuke-kun--” now that was a weird situation… What was he supposed to say?! “I’m trying to take care of--”
“I see what you’re doing,” was Sasuke’s sharp reply as he reached for the boy, wrapping his skilled hand around the throbbing length, making Sai whimper “-I’m disappointed by the fact that you didn’t come. Just showing you some courtesy.”
Sai was surprised and somehow grateful-He let out little pants as Sasuke grinned, increasing the pace of the handjob, making Sai buck his hips against his palm.
Sasuke rested his free hand against Sai’s hip, making him turn back around to face the mirror. “That’s a nice expression, you see--?”
Sai’s eyes blinked at his reflection in the mirror, his lips parted with desire and his eyelids heavy with lust, his body blushing and moving according to Sasuke’s lead. “You were tense because that was your first time in front of a camera, wasn’t it--? Just remember that you’re working with professionals here… You’re supposed to show your best here. And if you never experienced your best, you better hurry and find it out.”
Sasuke’s roughness and demanding tone aroused Sai, making him drop his defences, giving his full attention-It didn’t take him much to come, warm cum splattering against the sink in front of them.
“Nice whore,” Sasuke chuckled before shaking his hand free of cum.
Sai fell to his knees, shocked by what he just experienced.
He blushed slightly as he looked up at Sasuke. “It’s been-good,” he panted gratefully, only to meet Sasuke’s scornful eyes. “I--” he finally returned to his senses, blaming himself for being such a weakling, yet incapable to stand up. “-You’re Uchiha Sasuke, aren’t you? There’s something I’d like to ask you,” he managed to say.
“Mh…? What?” Sasuke raised an eyebrow, now bothered with himself for approaching that pansy.
***
“So, your report…?” Madara asked, resting Sai’s demo on his desk to look up at Itachi.
The man met his uncle’s eyes, matching his cold tone. “I confirm your previous research, the boy doesn’t look to be involved in anything fishy. The Yamada are a fairly conventional family, and they adopted Sai when he was four. It looks like his parents died in a car accident, same old story,” he went on. “He moved to Tokyo two months ago to attend the University - course of Business Management… Looks like his adoptive parents run a store that Sai is supposed to take over… Quite boring shit as you see… But I can investigate further, if you want.”
“Please do,” Madara dismissed the matter. “I’m going to watch the demo, now… I’ll have to plan some nice script for him with Pein and Konan later.”
Itachi looked at Madara, then at the little framed picture on his desk. “I understand why you’re so interested in that boy… But I suggest you do not get too involved with him.”
“Mind your own business, Itachi,” Madara replied flatly as he adjusted the film in his projector.
“As you wish, sir. I’ll keep you updated about that matter.”
“Yeah, please do.”
Once Itachi got out of the room, Madara sighed as he started to look at the images on the screen.
He rested against his desk, unzipping his pants as he kept studying the boy’s endearing features…
After all, Itachi was right.
He wasn’t allowed any weakness, so if he longed for that boy, what was wrong with just taking him--?
Madara stared at Sai’s cute parted lips, imagining having them wrapped around his cock, the same cock that he was now stroking frantically-
“-Otouto...”
The intercom rang, awakening Madara from his fantasies with a little gasp.
He let go of his cock and stopped the movie, answering his secretary’s call trying to breathe regularly “-Yes?”