So many people asked to continue, but I just didn't get around to it until now! Sorry! Well, anyhoo I still dont own Naruto!

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Hell fire eyes watch the illusion-tormented form tossing and turning on the bed before them. A smirk plays across alabaster features, reaching out a skeleton hand, scratching deep wounds on his 'pet's tan back with his nails. Bringing the garnet-covered digits to his mouth, pink tongue flicking out to taste the life essence. Soft knock on his chamber door alerts him to his partner's presence.

"Enter, Kisame." He calls, eyes never moving from the muscular body in front of him. Heavy footfalls, resounding through the crypt-like atmosphere, bring the shark-man to stand beside him.

"How long do you plan on keeping him?" Hoarse voice questions, observing the long gashes on the sun-kissed back. Laughter, more like soft growls, fills the room, suffocating and cruel. No answer follows, though the blue-fleshed man understands, shaking his head, he turns to leave.

"Taste him." Wicked whisper orders, looking at the dark youth beside him, he shudders. Lifting pallid fingers towards him, he opens his mouth, taking them in. Wrapping a sandpaper tongue around velvet flesh, he groans at the pure satin taste of power. Sinful and dark, it engulfs his sanity, blacking out all that surrounds him, even his partner's mocking smile.

Pulling his fingers from the shark-man's mouth, he watches the elder male, reclaim his senses. Beady eyes still clouded with lust, he turns, leaving the room quickly, slamming the door after him. Laughter once again fills the chamber, moving from the large chair, he prowls towards his prey. Licking his lips, he leans over the teen, moving him to lie on his damaged back.

Straddling narrow hips, he kisses down his 'pet's' neck. Moving his lips to the sculpted chest, he bites down hard, leaving a weeping wound, simply gorgeous. Lapping at the thick drugging liquid, he feels heat begin to pool in his groin. Running a hand back up to the tan neck, he squeezes harshly, groaning as his victim's breath stops briefly.

Wanting nothing more than to watch the other to writhe beneath him, he licks his lips again, removing all traces of blood. Digging two fingers deep into the bite mark, he rips flesh away from muscle, crimson flowing freely. Looking up at his 'toy's' agony contorted face, he grins, baring ivory fangs. Licking once more at the deep wound, allowing the euphoric effects to grip him for a moment. He moves off the other, straightening his cloak, and smoothing his hair.

He leans over to place a kiss on soft rose lips, leaving a blood-tinted mark of his complete ownership. Looking over every inch of flesh he can see, Itachi smirks, with the fox caged, scars mar once perfect skin. All branding the youth as his, the one who made the demon kneel.

"Mine." He murmurs softly, flowing like water from scarlet painted lips. Coiling a hand through muted golden locks, a smirk once again graces his face. Removing his hand, he glides towards the door, leaving his fetish in purgatory, while he goes to hunt.

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