A/N: I should be updating, but I had this fanfic lingering around. If it's not the best, sorry, it's old. I decided to post it. Eh, enjoy or not it depends on you.

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, but I don't know if I'd want to own Itachi though. eyes him suspiciously

In His Arms

Part I: Flirtatious

By: Ohtori Akio

"You are always so easily detected, Kakashi." Itachi said from behind the wounded Kakashi, who was lying on the ground.

He made no reply to that.

'I'm always so easy.' He thought bitterly.

"So easily beaten as well." The Uchiha said, crouching down next to him to run his fingers through those silver spikes.

The jounin half-heartedly moved away from him, concentrating on the grass and how his blood had stained it an odd brownish color.

"Sometimes, Hatake-san, I think you've gotten soft since you left ANBU. When you get defeated you act like a feral beast, reverting back to your origins. Not that I'm complaining, mind you. "He added gracefully sitting on the ground and pulling Kakashi close to him by his olive green jacket.

The jounin made no noise of pain or pleasure as he was drawn into Itachi's lap and his arms tightened around him. He tried to pull away, but his fruitless struggling only made Itachi grip his weakened form tighter.

"Let go of me."

"Not yet, Kakashi-san." The dark haired boy told his captive. He used one hand to grip his waist firmly, incase he tried to wiggle free, and then used his free hand to run along his jaw line. "I'm enjoying this, aren't you?"

Kakashi scowled.

The Uchiha moved his fingers down the wounded ninja's throat and to his chest. Kakashi resisted all sudden desires and continued his feeble attempt to move away.

"Worried about you life, Kakashi-san?" Itachi asked teasingly before kissing his throat with soft lips before his teeth grazed against his skin.

'Damn it…' The Sharingan ninja thought miserably before he failed to bite back a moan.

"N-Not hardly," The Copy Nin's voice was tired, yet still managed to hold its calm and collective demeanor. "Get off of me, Itachi."

"I would, but I have no desire to let you get away this time. Not until I'm finished with you. Which reminds me, Kakashi-san," The Uchiha stated, his breath hitting against the Copy Nin's neck as he spoke against his skin. "I have something to ask you."

Kakashi squirmed, still trying to free himself from Itachi's grip with what little chakra he could muster up.

"What?" The silver haired man asked in a defeated voice, knowing that he wouldn't be able to keep up struggling much longer.

Itachi's motives made him uneasy. He was left vulnerable and unable to protect his students. This gave Itachi the advantage and Kakashi knew this. He felt trapped. In addition to the keen sense that he was about to be tortured again. He couldn't escape one of the few people who had been in his past at least somewhat. He was in the one place that he dreaded: Itachi's arms.

"Can't you ask someone in Akatsuki? Surely they have ties and can provide you with whatever you seek." He tried to sound evasive, but ended up sounding more hurt and jealous.

"It has to be you I ask."

The wounded ninja held back a shudder. He might not be able to remain on his guard around Itachi, but that still didn't mean he would show weakness.

The dark haired man stood up abruptly, picking his victim up with him, he smirked before sitting him back on his feet.

Kakashi moved to land a hit in on Itachi, but the Uchiha pulled away and caught his hand instead. He smiled and shook his head, bemused. Kakashi and Sasuke weren't so different at all, he thought as he stood Kakashi up.

"Come with me." He said, pulling the wounded ninja by the wrist. "And I won't kill you." He leaned forward bringing his hand to rest on the side of his face. A lone eye shown in a chasm of pain more deeply then he would have like to let out, but being close wasn't in the job description. He hid a wince that turned into a snarl as he yanked his hand away from the younger ninja, as though if he touched him, he'd be infected by a disease.

"Fine." Kakashi said, turning and holding his hand as if he had injured it severely.

Itachi studied his victim carefully, to seek out by what he felt to be their own violation.

TBC

A/N: Yes, it probably sucks. But oh well, it's something I wrote long ago, and I can now tell from looking over it that my writing has gotten a LOT better. Well review and I'll post more chapters.