Naruto Fan Fiction / Naruto Shippuden Fan Fiction ❯ The Never Played Symphonies ❯ Batten Down the Hatch ( Chapter 1 )

 

 

 

The Never Played Symphonies

 

Chapter 1 Batten Down The Hatch

 

 

“Foolish Otouto…you will never learn, will you?”

 

Sasuke scowled, wiping a trail of blood that had rolled down his chin from a cracked lip. How had he allowed this to happen? How could he have possibly been so stupid as to not have seen through that trap? Though he supposed it wasn't all that surprising, seeing as who had been the one to lay it out. He could never think clearly when it came to him…he could never see past his own his revenge... his blinding hatred... for his brother.

 

That was why this had happened. This was why he had just skidded twenty feet along the ground as the bastard kicked him carelessly away like he always did when he found something in his mind that was more deserving of his attention. Truthfully though, in his mind, Sasuke couldn't think of a thing that would be less important than his younger brother and so such a feat probably wasn't all that difficult to accomplish.

 

He knew he was being foolish, just as the bastard had stated, and his foolishness had led to the blond-haired dobe being passed out against the tree. It was his foolishness that led Naruto to get hurt after trying his hardest to protect him. His Sharingan eyes fell into place as he glared with more hatred than he would have ever thought possible at the person who had both taken away and consumed his entire existence.

 

“Itachi,” he spat the name like poison off his tongue, reaching into his uniform to grab at a kunai, letting the cold metal of the blade remind him exactly of why he was here, and why exactly the bastard in front of him deserved to have it stabbed through his heart.

 

Itachi's cold penetrating eyes never wavered at the hate filled term. If anything it only seemed to fuel his actions more as he took a step forward, face still hidden mostly under his red and black cape.

 

“I didn't think it would be quite so simple to lure my tiger into its cage, but then again I shouldn't be surprised…your brash actions have always been your downfall, otouto. This time is no exception.”

 

Sneering, Sasuke focused his chakra into his hand, summoning up his chidori, and charged towards his older brother, determined to fry the flesh from his bones. With every fiber of his being he wished to see that smug cold demeanor wiped from existence and relish in the cold dead eyes of the one who meant the most to him.

 

Flames crackled from his fist as he haphazardly swung at Itachi's face. Hatred drove him, all consuming hatred that blinded him and his abilities. It made him sloppy, it made it so that his chidori was dodged without any real effort on the Akatsuki's part, and left him open for yet another attack.

 

“Too slow,” he heard Itachi mutter as he practically disappeared, then suddenly materializing behind him With that swift motion he landed a kick right into Sasuke's kidney, sending him flying forward so that his face smashed into a tree, blood spurting from his mouth by that movement's sheer force.

 

Sasuke's head was spinning as stars danced in front of his vision. No matter how many times he had been witness to it, he could never get used to just how fast his aniki was. He went to push off of the tree, but before he could even turn around a forearm to the back of the neck forced him back into the bark.

 

“Have you learned nothing from the last time that you faced me?” Sasuke took a deep breath in both fear and anger as he felt Itachi's presence right behind him, pressed against his back. “My sad, pathetic, otouto…your life really is meaningless, isn't it?”

 

A shudder traveled up his spine as Itachi's cold hand touched his cheek when the deadly ninja leaned in so close so that his breath tickled his earlobe. “I know. Why don't you just give up now and save me the trouble of having to see you fail over and over again.”

 

“I hate you,” Sasuke sneered, pushing back against the body behind him, only to be once more slammed into the tree.

 

Why? Why was he always so weak when in his brother's grasp? Why was he so weak whenever he saw those cold bloodthirsty eyes turn on him?

 

Sasuke forced his head even deeper into the tree as Itachi leaned over him, coming cheek to cheek with his younger brother. “Yes, I know…You hate me. But the problem is... you just don't hate me enough.” The Akatsuki member entwined his fingers in the ninja's hair, letting his delicate hands trace slight patterns on his little brother's scalp. “Now the question is, what is it that I can do to you to make that hate fester and grow?” Sasuke winced as his Nisan nuzzled the side of his face, smirking sadistically against his cheek. “Tell me, otouto, what is it that will really send you over the edge?”

 

Forcing his sharingan eyes closed, Sasuke ignored the tingling feeling of pleasure that traveled up his spine at having his murderous brother so close to him. He wouldn't do this…not now…he couldn't! He couldn't let his body betray him in such a manner. Though it seemed he didn't really have a choice in the matter as Itachi's hands traveled down his chin and neck, leaving burning trails in their wake, and making a whimper of bliss escape his lips.

 

The red faded from his eyes in shame as they took on their normal cobalt color, and without even having to look he could tell that Itachi was smirking from behind him. “Ah,” his brother taunted. “So that's it, is it?”

 

“Shut up…” Sasuke mumbled, biting his tongue to stop a gasp from escaping his throat as gentle mocking hands slid down his chest, stopping at the bottom of his shirt and lightly stroking the baby soft skin it found there. “Itachi, you bastard, let me off this tree.”

 

How could he have been so stupid as to let Itachi see his weakness…his one true weakness? One that he had been trying to force down ever since he had walked into their old home and having seen the sadistic asshole standing over their parents after he had just murdered them in cold blood.

 

“Let you off?” the ice-like ninja asked, emotion completely devoid from his features. The only way you could tell that he wasn't just an animated doll was the fact that he had that damn mocking tone in his voice…That and the fact that no doll's hands could ever be that warm. Sasuke couldn't hold in his gasp anymore when the elder bit down on his earlobe, sending a surge of pleasure down his spine. “I think you would like it much better if I got you off…isn't that right, Sasuke?”

 

The ninja from Konoha couldn't stop himself from crying out as that tantalizing hand slipped up his shirt, tracing the patterns of muscle on his taut stomach before traveling up to tweak at an already erect nipple.

 

“Stop it!” he screamed, all the while unconsciously leaning even more into the elder's grasp. “I hate you…I hate you!” Sasuke struggled, trying to get away from his brother's grasp, trying to get away from those touches that seemed to make his blood boil. Why was he doing this? Why was he doing this to him now…after all this time…after all those nights of sinful longing when he had thought of killing himself to dispel such thoughts?

 

“Do you now?” Itachi whispered against his ear, tracing white-hot patterns on the skin of his abdomen, seeming to relish in how whatever point he touched left a pattern of goose bumps in his wake. Sasuke let his fingernails dig into the bark as the ninja's tongue snaked out, licking up the side of his face. He didn't care how they cracked and bled the harder he clutched to wood, all he cared about was forcing enough pain into his hands to counteract the pleasure the one who he despised the most was giving him as he stood there and took it like some obedient dog. “Somehow, otouto, I think you're lying…I don't think you hate me at all.” Leaning forward, Itachi buried his face in the younger's neck, placing an ever-so-soft kiss right on his collarbone. “…Not your dear aniki.”

 

Growling, Sasuke pushed back as hard as he could to try to knock the Akatsuki member off of him, but it did little good, and as soon as he did he wished he would never have even tried it. For as he stood there frozen pressed up against his elder brother, something else was pressed up against him.

 

“You're aroused by this?” Sasuke firmly asked, swallowing the nervousness and fear down his throat. He had never even imagined that this day, this one annoying day of training, could have turned out with him being pressed up against a tree, with his brother's hard-on ramming into his back.

 

The younger ninja cried out in alarm when Itachi's hands traveled much lower, gripping his crotch, and making the Uchiha moan out in pleasure and embarrassment as Itachi gripped his obvious erection. “You act as if you're not.”

 

Using every bit of strength he had, Sasuke spun around in the murderous Uchiha's arms, only to be forced once more up against a tree, only this time having to endure facing Itachi's blood red sharingan eyes, and seeing the look of triumph he wore within them.

 

“Why are you doing this?” Sasuke asked, now regretting ever trying to turn around, because now he was forced to face the source of all of his anguish. Though he supposed there was one good side to his now even stickier situation. In the position he was in, he could now use his hands to keep the bastard at arms length. At least that way he couldn't mock him with every one of his body's traitorous responses. He couldn't mock him with the fact of how with every touch he was getting closer and closer to begging for more.

 

Itachi never answered. No, apparently to him, actions spoke much louder than words. For without even too much effort he grabbed the arms keeping him at a distance by the wrist, and forced them up above the younger Uchiha's head. Wincing, Sasuke tried not to cry out as the unjust treatment sent a surge of pain to his already injured shoulders.

 

Sasuke looked away, not being able to meet the eyes of the person who had placed him in such a position.

 

“There was a time...” Itachi's voice was so quiet that Sasuke had to strain to hear it, and even though he knew he shouldn't, he looked back towards his brother, catching the far away look in his emotionless eyes.

 

Though as soon as he realized he had the ninja's attention, his focus came back to the boy in his arms. “You used to worship me…love me…I was the reason for the very breath that escaped your lungs.” Itachi leaned forward, letting his one free hand snake around the boy's waist, allowing his fingers to play with the fine hairs aligning his lower back and smirking at the way Sasuke moaned because of it. “Though I suppose in that aspect, I still am.”

 

“You're nothing to me,” the younger Uchiha sneered, while at the same time throwing his head back as his brother's hand traveled to the drawstring of his pants.

 

“Wrong,” Itachi growled, while haphazardly undoing the tie to his pants that was the only thing keeping his slowly fleeting dignity in tact. The bottoms to his uniform slipped down to his hips, exposing quite a bit of flesh, which Itachi took immediate advantage of. “I am everything to you…I always have been in one way or another.”

 

Trying to keep the shudder from going down his spine, Sasuke met his brother's chilling eyes. “No, you see, Itachi, that is where you're wrong. That feeble minded weakling that used to follow you around and beg for your attention is gone…he left the day you slaughtered our family…everyone who ever meant anything to me!”

 

“Everyone otouto? I'm hurt…and here I thought I mattered most of all.” Trying to ignore the increasing friction in his pants, Sasuke let the hatred pooling in the pit of his stomach swell and fester before finally releasing it on the source of all his troubles.

 

“My aniki died that day! As did I! I died the day you left me in a pool of our families' blood, weak and helpless and begging for my life!” Sasuke screamed, struggling once more against his bindings. “So when I say you mean nothing to me, it is because the only emotional attachment I have for you is the hope that one day I will be able to stand over your lifeless corpse and relish in the fact that my kunai is sticking out of your cold dead heart!”

 

He finished, and supposed it was a good thing that he did, because the next thing he knew Itachi's lips were on his as he drank in the younger's essence as if it was his very life. As with everything else that was his brother, power surged through that kiss, eating him up and making him gasp at just the sensation of it. Though that gasp was all the Akatsuki member needed to slip his tongue into the ninja's awaiting mouth, entwining their flesh together and causing Sasuke to see stars.

 

Itachi's taste flooded his senses, and unlike what he had thought, his brother didn't taste like blood. No, if anything he tasted…sweet. Letting him off of the tree, Sasuke was given only a moment reprieve where his hands were dropped down to his side as Itachi took much more interest in twining his hand through his hair, and using the other one to prop up his hip as he pushed him roughly back up against the annoying piece of bark that had become his prison.

 

The kiss that his older brother should never have given him had lasted much longer than it should have, and by the time the Akatsuki member finally pulled away Sasuke's lips were twinged white from lack of oxygen. He was left panting from it all as he shifted his eyes, feeling the way the elder Uchiha's never left his face.

 

“Look at me, otouto…”

 

Narrowing his eyes, Sasuke fully intended to ignore that request from his brother.

 

“…Sasuke.” His name was whispered from the murderer's mouth, sending a chill down his spine at just the thought of what that voice commanded and knowing that he could never disobey that voice's request.

 

Sliding on his blood red sharingan eyes and turning them to his brother's, he was surprised to see dark black cobalt ones staring back at him…ones he hadn't seen in many years…before he had lived only to kill those eyes' owner…before he had become an avenger.

 

Sasuke gasped as Itachi once more leaned forward, placing an ever so gentle kiss on his lips, and being so shocked by the return of those eyes Sasuke could do nothing but lean into his advances.

 

He was such a whore. It was in that moment, as he slowly began to knead his mouth against his brother's that he wondered just how he had gotten into this position in the first place.

 

Glancing over to the shattered tree, he noticed the still unconscious lump on the ground. He didn't know how, seeing as how it was him that decided to go for a walk in the first place, but he was sure that somehow this was Naruto's fault. It was always his fault! He was going to kill Naruto if he ever got out of this!

 

 

~*~ FlAsHbAcK ~*~

 

“Sasuke! Sasuke! Would you like to try some of the manju cake that I just made!?” Sakura asked eagerly, rushing over with her box of goods and bowing down in front of the Uchiha shinobi. The smell of the sweet cakes filtered into his nostrils, making his nose curl in disgust. It seemed that no matter how many times he said it, the girl would never remember that he detested the site of anything sugary. Though considering her track record, he really wasn't all that surprised.

 

Not even bothering to look up to give her a decent answer, Sasuke buried his head in his hands as he looked out towards the forest in which they were waiting. Nothing ever changed here…nothing. Here they were, the infamous team seven, waiting in the woods outside of Konoha for their Kakashi sensei, who late as usual.

 

He didn't know why he was even wasting his time here. It had been six months since he had first confronted his brother, and since then it seemed his strength hadn't grown at all. Sure they trained, gone on missions, hell he had even gotten Naruto to spar with him a few times, but it didn't seem to matter. It never made a difference. How was it that he was supposed to get revenge against that bastard, when he was too weak to even follow his instincts and go after Orochimaru's power? How was he supposed to summon enough power to kill Itachi, when a weakling like Naruto could convince him to return?

 

“Sakura-chan, I want some!”

 

Sasuke sneered. Speaking of the dobe... There he was trying to once more get the pink haired girl's attention, and the annoying kunoichi once more ignored him…trying desperately to get his attention…as if she ever stood a chance. He had his eyes on no one…no one except Itachi. He could think of no one until he had his revenge.

 

“No, Naruto! These are for Sasuke-kun…get your own!”

 

Children…the lot of them. Honestly he couldn't fathom how he had agreed to return. A year, Naruto had made him a bargain. If the Uchiha ninja would stay at the leaf village for an entire year and do his best to train, and still not make as much progress as he would like, then Naruto had oh-so-graciously agreed that he wouldn't try to stop him if he were to choose to leave again. It had taken a lot to of convincing, and a lot of chakra used on beating some sense into the Uchiha, but in the end Sasuke had agreed to the terms. Mainly because he knew that if he left, Naruto would come after him anyways, and though he'd rather bite off his own tongue than admit it, he didn't want anything bad to happen to the blond baka because he had gone to `save' him.

 

He still couldn't believe he had agreed to stay. He had learned nothing so far. If he had gone with his gut he could have been receiving training from Orochimaru for half a year by now, which he was sure would have been enough time to send his brother to hell and back, but he wasn't.

 

“Oh come on, Sakura-chan, just one! Just one cake!” Naruto growled, now jumping up and down as the girl held the treats just out his reach. “I bet you'd give Kakashi-sensei one if he asked…” he pouted.

 

No, he was wasting time in this pointless village waiting on his trainer who found it much more interesting to read dirty books than help him with the revenge he told him that he shouldn't even want. He was having to endure listening to Sakura and Naruto's pointless squabbling over pastries while his clan was going unavenged!

 

“Well sure I'd give sensei one…but that doesn't mean that I have to give a baka like you one! These are for Sasuke-kun only!”

 

The dark haired shinobi's eyebrow twitched in annoyance as he tried to block out all the incessant chatter and just try to keep his attention on the new jutsu Kakashi had promised to teach him. Though that challenge proved harder than he would have once thought.

 

“Well, Sasuke-teme doesn't like sweets! So that means that'd be more for me!”

 

No, strike that….that challenge proved impossible. Standing up with a huff, Sasuke stuck his hands in his pockets and headed deeper into the woods.

 

“Sasuke? Sasuke, where are you going!?” he heard Naruto ask from behind him, and knowing that if he didn't answer it would only cause the blond shinobi to bother him even more, the Uchiha paused in his steps.

 

“For a walk…I can't stand this childish bickering. When the two of you decide to grow up, or when our elusive sensei finally decides to show up you can come and find me…until then it's pointless to even be here,” he stated coldly, walking away without a second glance, but knowing that although he had put up his icy demeanor, Naruto was going follow him regardless.

 

His suspicions were only confirmed when he heard the crunching of leaves behind him as the blond jogged to keep up. Sasuke scoffed. Pathetic is what that was. The idiot was supposed to be a skilled ninja, but anyone with half a brain could hear him coming from a mile away. It really would serve Naruto right if something rather unfortunate happened to him right now because of it.

 

Though he knew as soon as he the thought went through his head that he should never have thought it….that dumb baka's bad luck followed him everywhere, and this time was no exception. Though this time he brought a bit worse luck with him than normal.

 

Sensing something to the north, Sasuke's gaze shifted over to a tree, and if it hadn't, he would never have seen the glare reflected of the shuriken, which was the only warning the two ninja's from kunoha had as thirty of the blades came hurtling at them.

 

Eyes widening in shock, Sasuke reacted in a millisecond, diving backwards towards Naruto who was still blindly walking forwards as if there was no danger at all. Gasping in pain as one of the blades grazed his shoulder, Sasuke managed to tackle Naruto to the ground just before about ten of them imbedded themselves into his face.

 

“Sasuke!” the dobe yelled. “What the hell gives?” Shaking his head, the dark haired shinobi ignored the boy's cries and quickly scampered off of him, pulling the blond up with him as he did so.

 

Without a word, Sasuke pulled out two kunai, motioning towards the shuriken scattered all across the forest floor to Naruto, who upon seeing them gasped in surprise. …He really was an idiot.

 

Sliding on his sharingan, Sasuke scanned the trees, trying to find any sign of the person who was attacking them…he still had yet to see a trace. That didn't really surprise him though. After all, whoever they were, they were good. They had managed to sneak up on two konoha ninja's. Now one of those ninja's was an easy target, however he took a little pride in the fact that he was the best pupil, and he should have seen something like this coming.

 

“Whoah! Sasuke who the hell is throwing shit at us!?” Naruto screamed, covering his head like a coward as he took cover behind a tree.

 

Glaring daggers at his moronic teammate, Sasuke continued to keep an eye on their surroundings. He simply refused to answer the dobe's question do to the pure idiocy behind it. How the hell was he supposed to know who was trying to kill them? The baka was lucky he had had enough sense to dodge the attack or they wouldn't even be having this conversation now!

 

His ears prickled at the silence surrounding the forest. Whoever was out there had definite skills and knew how to hide their presence. In other words, Naruto and him were in trouble. Especially if that baka kept acting so carelessly! How did he plan to survive the attack, when he couldn't even protect himself?

 

“Sasuke, what are we going to do!?” Growling, Sasuke spun around on the blond, gripping the kunai so hard in his hands that they drew blood from his frustration.

 

“Shut up!” he yelled. “Just shut the hell up for once! I'm trying to find out these questions you keep asking…and I swear if I hear my name whimpered pathetically off your tongue one more time then you won't have to worry about the enemy, because I'll kill you myself!” Sasuke snapped, finally having enough of the blond hindrance.

 

Naruto's hair bristled as he glared right back, obviously having some lame comeback right on the tip of his tongue. Though Sasuke never got to hear that comeback, because blue eyes widened in fear as he looked at something directly behind the Uchiha's shoulder.

 

“…Sasuke…” he muttered apprehensively, and thinking it was just some dumb way to get back at him, blood red eyes narrowed at the pathetic whimper of his name.

 

“Dobe…” he growled out in warning, sick and tired of the blond's games. Though when he caught site of how the kyuubi's lip was trembling and how he pointed disbelievingly to the spot just beyond Sasuke's shoulder, the shinobi realized that Naruto may not have been kidding.

 

The hairs on the back of Sasuke's neck rose as an ominous feeling crept into his gut. How could he have been so stupid! He had let the dumb idiot who was now shaking like a leaf in front of him get him off guard, and now whoever the hell was behind him had the advantage.

 

Gripping the kunai, Sasuke was preparing to spin around and swing, but the blade pressed into his lower back halted his movements.

 

“Uh-uh, otouto…too late.”

 

Sasuke's sharingan eyes widened to impossible lengths as that cold voice traveled to his ears, making every nerve in his entire body tingle with hatred.

 

“Itachi.” As the name escaped his lips, he let more darkness and hatred flow from it then he would have even thought possible.

 

“Let him go.” Sasuke's eyes shot up to Naruto, who was glaring at his older brother with distaste, already reaching into his weapons bag for a means of attack. It always did manage to amaze him how the blond could go from bumbling idiot to fierce fighter in a mere instant.

 

“Don't worry, kyuubi. I have no interest in this weakling. I have come for you.” Itachi's voice dripped like acid as they flowed past his ears, and at the implication of the words Sasuke couldn't help but shake in anger. How dare him! How dare that bastard just dismiss him again!

 

He wasn't allowed to express his anger though, because without warning he was shoved forward so that he rammed up against Naruto and barely manage to escape being impaled by his own weapon.

 

“Take him, kyuubi…it matters not. He poses no threat.” All Sasuke could see was a red haze as he charged blindly back towards his brother, ignoring Naruto's attempts to grab at his shirt and hold him in place. How dare he talk about him that way after what he had done! How dare he act as if he didn't matter!

 

Running towards his stoic brother with a scream, Sasuke slashed towards his perfect face. He couldn't help but be surprised when his kunai connected, slashing at his snow-white cheek and letting a trail of blood leak onto the ground. His surprise only grew when he reeled back, lunging this time and plunging the weapon through the one he despised throat.

 

His mouth was dropped open in an `O' as he watched his brother fall, but then he shut it again when he saw the body disappear in a cloud of smoke. He had used a shadow jutsu... Figures… That jackass!

 

Scanning the area, it didn't take long for him to find his brother sitting in a nearby tree, smirking down at him and his obvious stupidity. He still couldn't believe he had fallen for that. How could he have been stupid enough to believe that Itachi would leave himself open like that!?

 

“Get down here!” he screamed, releasing a pack of shuriken from his bag. It was no surprise to him when Itachi blocked every single one of them with ease. “Get down and fight me you coward!” Even as he screamed it, he knew in his mind that his brother was no coward. Far from it actually. Itachi had never shied away from anything in his life. After all it took a lot of courage to have the guts to kill every single person in your family in cold blood.

 

Itachi didn't move, only continuing to stare down at him in a bored fashion, and Sasuke was sure that was what he was…bored, bored to even be in his presence. Sneering, Sasuke made the sign for his chidori, summoning the ball of crackling light in his hand, and running towards the tree. If that bastard wasn't going to come down, then he most certainly would come up to meet his stuck up ass!

 

Running up the bark of the tree, Sasuke swung his chidori, aiming straight for the bastard's heart. He gave a cry of surprise when Itachi disappeared from in front of him, leaving his fist no where to go but into the tree, hitting the bark and shattering it into a thousand pieces. Flying into the air, Sasuke did a back flip towards the ground, now more than thoroughly pissed that he had to waist so much chakra on such a useless attack!

 

“Sasuke, watch out!” Naruto cried, sending a few kunai whizzing through the air behind him. Startling, Sasuke spun around to see that Itachi had caught both of the weapons with ease, and before he even had time to react, the Akatsuki didn't even hesitate in turning Naruto's weapons on his younger brother, plunging them into both of his shoulders before he even had a chance to raise his arms in a block.

 

The younger Uchiha screamed in pain, jumping backwards just enough to extract the metal from his shoulders. It hurt like a bitch, he wasn't going to deny it, but the wounds were shallow. His brother hadn't meant to hit anything deep. So he was being compassionate, was he? Sasuke snorted in disgust at his own thoughts. Compassionate? Not fucking likely. Itachi probably just didn't want to injure him too badly so that he could beat the shit out of him even more later.

 

Naruto ran up to his back, placing a hand on his injured shoulder and making sure he was alright. “Bastard!” he screamed, all the while not being able to take his eyes off of the blood running down the shinobi's arms.

 

Without even looking at the blond, Sasuke handed the now blood stained kunai back to the ninja. “These are yours,” he said, not letting any weakness shine through. He would not be weak in front of his brother!

 

Not bothering to evaluate his opponent like he normally would, Sasuke charged forward blindly, determined to wipe that smug look of the sadistic bastard's face. “I'll kill you!” he screamed, going in for the punch.

 

His hand hit flesh, but not the flesh of the right cheekbone he was going for, but that of Itachi's hand as he caught his moving fist. Never once showing an ounce of effort, Itachi twisted the fist in his hand, making Sasuke grunt in pain as the bone gave a pop, but he refused to cry out. He would not give his brother the satisfaction.

 

“How do you expect to kill me when you can't even land a single hit?” the Akatsuki taunted. Itachi released his fist, only to use his own, slamming it into the young Uchiha's abdomen, seeming to relish in the crack it made as it undoubtedly broke a rib and made a faint trickle of blood fall from his lips. …If only it had stopped there, Sasuke might have been ok.

 

Alas, Itachi would never stop there. He let punch after punch litter his little brother's body, covering him in bruises as he hit him over and over and quicker than Sasuke could even see. Pain lanced through his body as the hits seemed relentless. Blood gushed from his nose and mouth, and he didn't think that they would ever stop if it weren't for the blur of orange and blond.

 

“Stop this!” Naruto screamed, crossing his arms in front of him as he took the blunt of Itachi's blow. Sasuke's sharingan faded from his eyes as he watched the slight bit of blood drizzle down the blue-eyed boy's mouth. Had Naruto just taken a hit for him? That stupid dobe! Always getting into affairs that didn't concern him!

 

“Naruto, get out of the way! This doesn't concern you!” Naruto looked back at him, an angry, shocked look on his face from the fact that he had actually been yelled at for helping him, but that shocked look didn't stay on him long, because before he knew it Itachi had let out one more punch, hitting Naruto directly in the chest and sending him flying towards a tree. The kyuubi crashed up against it, going through the first only to hit painfully against a second one and slumping up against it…head falling down to his chest in unconsciousness.

 

“Dobe!” Sasuke screamed, stuck between wanting to check on his friend, and wanting to keep his focus solely on his brother. Shaking his head in disgust at his attachments, he went over to check on his blond haired friend, but never made it. Because as soon as Itachi realized that Sasuke had chosen to check on Naruto, he stepped in front of him. Spinning him around and hitting him with a round house kick to the chest that sent him flying. The pain was intense, as it always was when inflicted by Itachi, but the physical pain from the kick was nothing compared to the emotional pain his brother seemed dead set on inflicting.

 

~*~ EnD oF fLaShBaCk ~*~

 

“Itachi…” Sasuke moaned, disgusted with his body's treacherous actions. “…Don't…Stop…” He honestly didn't know if he was telling his nisan at this point to stop or keep going, nothing made sense anymore.

 

He inhaled sharply when Itachi's kisses traveled down to his neck. The younger Uchiha's blood felt like it was on fire when those tantalizing lips honed in on his pulse, sucking on it as if by doing so he could drain him of his very life. The Akatsuki's hand once more found its way underneath the shinobi's shirt, teasing the flesh it found there and making Sasuke feel absolute bliss.

 

This wasn't how it was supposed to happen. He was supposed to kill Itachi the next time he saw him, not make out with him! Though that didn't stop him from eagerly responding when the elder's lips found their way back to his.

 

Their tongues slid together as Sasuke allowed his eyes to slide shut. If he closed them he could imagine these were better days. He could imagine that his nisan was doing this to him back when all he ever wanted was to make the dark shinobi proud.

 

Nuzzling his nose against his brother's, Sasuke deepened the kiss while simultaneously wrapping his arms around the elder's neck. His fingers twisted in Itachi's silky locks, doing what he had always wanted to in his wildest fantasies.

 

Sasuke could feel Itachi smirk against his lips, and his suspicions were confirmed when his brother pulled away, wiping a stray lock from his head guard. “Enjoying yourself, otouto?” he mocked, and just hearing that gloat in the bastard's voice made all the hate he had tried to block out come back full force.

 

“Get away from me,” he growled, pushing on the body that had become more lax in holding him against the tree. He managed to get about a foot away from the tree before two strong arms wrapped around his waist, twisting him around and slamming him right back.

 

He couldn't help the cry that escaped his throat as the wind was knocked out of him upon hitting. It also didn't help the fact that Itachi managed to hit him right up against his cracked rib. He didn't get much time to worry about the pain in his ribs though because Itachi picked up right where he left off.

 

Hands were all over the Uchiha's body, hands that he couldn't help but lean into. Grabbing the top of Sasuke's head, the dark shinobi forced his head down, while at the same time grabbing the back of the younger Uchiha's shirt and forcing it about his head.

 

Sasuke struggled against his brother's actions, but it did no good. The fabric of his uniform ripped as Itachi used it to tie his hands together above his head and hang the altered shirt on a tree branch.

 

Stepping back, Itachi made time to admire his handiwork, smirking at his bound younger brother. “It suits you,” he chided, letting his eyes rack over Sasuke's now fully exposed chest.

 

Dark eyes glared at the person eye raping him, not at all liking how he practically licked his lips in anticipation. “Do you think that this is going to hold me?” He could get out of this binding in his sleep. Though he suspected that Itachi already knew that.

 

“Oh, I have no doubt that even you could manage a feat such as that, but I don't think you want to,” Itachi stated, allowing himself more than just a glance as his hands reached out, toying with the edge of the boy's waistband, never taking his eyes off of his brother as he slipped his pants down past his hips.

 

Sasuke's mouth dropped open in a gasp as he was left fully exposed, the cold air nipped at him making goose bumps travel all over his flesh. He crossed his legs in front of him, trying to hide as much of his body as possible. Turning his face to the side, he tried to hide the blush that adorned his cheeks from Itachi.

 

“Of course I want to,” he muttered, confidence a bit shattered seeing as how he was naked, bound to a tree, with his brother staring hungrily at him. “Why the hell wouldn't I want to get away from you!” he spat, still not being able to come close to turning his head to the front to even see what Itachi was doing right now.

 

This was so wrong. Itachi wasn't supposed to be touching him like this. He was supposed to be trying to kill him! Sasuke was supposed to hate him, not get off on every little bit of affection the bastard showed him. And under no circumstances was this supposed to take place with him tied up to a tree while Naruto was passed out in front of him, where, if he were to wake up at the moment, he would get quite the show.

 

“You don't want to get of this, otouto, because somewhere in that twisted little mind of yours you want this to happen…You want me to touch you.” Sasuke was about to tell his brother that he was the biggest hypocrite in the world for calling him twisted, but he never got the chance, because he was a little too distracted by the hand that grabbed his member, giving him one slow stroke.

 

Sasuke couldn't help it, he screamed…and he screamed loud. Itachi stepped forward, placing a hand over his mouth to muffle his cries. “Sshh, otouto…you wouldn't want to wake that friend of yours…now would you?”

 

A whimper escaped the young Uchiha's lips, when Itachi gave another stroke. He shut his eyes, still refusing to turn his face to look, still refusing to admit to himself that this was actually happening.

 

Though that option was starting to get further and further away when Itachi grabbed his chin, turning his face so that it no doubt faced his own.

 

“Open your eyes, Sasuke.” Itachi gave his erection another stroke, and the boy couldn't help but give in to his brother's demands. His dark eyes looked into the identical ones of his brother and watched as those dark eyes flooded red as Itachi let the sharingan take over. “Look into mine,” he commanded, and like all things that his aniki commanded, Sasuke couldn't help but obey.

 

Looking into his brother's eyes, Sasuke let his own sharingan spread across his eyes, scowling at how Itachi one-upped him by letting the mangekyo sharingan fall to his. He always had to be better, even while doing something such as this.

 

Never breaking eye contact with Sasuke, Itachi let his hand travel up his length, letting his thumb swirl at the tip where the precum had collected. Itachi never said another word, and Sasuke was too shocked to speak as he continued to go up and down, letting the pleasure that he was sinfully receiving fill his body and travel down his spine until he practically burst out of his toes.

 

“Nisan…” he moaned shamelessly. He leaned forward, mouth open just a hair for a kiss, as kiss that Itachi eluded as he gripped the younger's cock tight enough to hurt. Sasuke growled, still never looking away from his eyes. That bastard, how dare he deny him such a thing!

 

Strangely enough though he decided that a little kiss didn't matter when he felt something he had only experienced late at night in his room, when he was sure no one was around, start to warm in his belly, and he knew right then that nothing else mattered at all.

 

His hands twisted above his head in his torn shirt, grasping for something, anything that would postpone this. He wanted anything that would make the first bit of attention his aniki had given him in almost five years last longer

 

“Aniki…aniki…” Speeding up his movements, Itachi gave a small smirk as Sasuke's toes curled beneath him and unbelievable pleasure seemed to shoot through every last part of him. “ANIKI!” he screamed, seeing white as he came in Itachi's hand, spasming from the rush of it all.

 

Sasuke was panting, and glistening with a sheen of sweat from recent activities. He collapsed forward, coming to rely only on the bindings on his hands to hold him up. There was no justifying what had just happened. There was no justifying what he had let Itachi do to him, and yet he couldn't help but want more.

 

Reaching out, Itachi stroked the side of his cheek, raising his up so that their lips were just a breath away. Smirking, the older Uchiha let go of Sasuke's now flaccid member, letting the now free hand travel up to his brother's lips, tracing them and all the while smearing his own essence across them.

 

His finger penetrated Sasuke's lips, and the Konoha ninja couldn't help but suck on the invading appendage. Itachi smirked, withdrawing the now saliva soaked finger, and leaning forwards so that his mouth tickled the younger's earlobe.

 

“What a good little whore.” Sasuke's body stiffened. Had he just actually called him a whore? The small mocking laughter that filtered into his ear told him that he had. His pre-orgasmic high began to fade as the anger took over, and he shot forward, being yanked back by the shirt tied around his hands.

 

“BASTARD!” he screamed, not at all caring about the unconscious dobe lying in a pile of leaves. Itachi only smirked, backing up away from his brother and looking over his handiwork.

 

Sasuke tore at his hands, the thought of if he had just used a simple jutsu he could have been out of his bindings long ago. Sadly it seemed that he couldn't form a single decent thought nowadays.

 

Itachi turned, walking over to where Naruto lay, and looked down at the unconscious body, obviously debating on whether or not he should take him. Sasuke would kill the bastard if he even so much as touched the blond dobe. That bastard! He knew he shouldn't be surprised, but he couldn't believe that he had done this to him!

 

The Akatsuki member stood over the boy, seeming to have a debate in his head. He leaned down, going to scoop the kyuubi into his arms. Sasuke's wrists were bleeding by the amount of friction he was putting on them as he struggled. “Itachi, don't you touch him! I'll kill you if you touch him!”

 

Itachi paused at that, standing back up and turning towards his struggling brother with that same unreadable expression on his face. “You don't want me to take him?” He took a few more steps forward, not at all intimidated by the struggling shinobi. Getting within a few inches of Sasuke, Itachi paused, letting the sharingan fade from his eyes. “Or you don't want me to touch him…” He leaned forward, coming cheek to cheek with a thrashing Sasuke. “...in the same way that I touched you?”

 

That fucking prick! Lunging forward, Sasuke attempted to bite at the hand that was reaching out to touch his face. “I don't care who the fuck you touch asshole!” A lie. “I just don't want you putting your bloodstained hands on my friend!” Of course he cared. The thought of Itachi touching anyone else in the way that he had just let himself be touched made the younger Uchiha sick to his stomach. He was made even sicker by the fact that he was having these jealous thoughts in the first place.

 

Itachi just gave that damn knowing smirk, before reaching out and tugging up Sasuke's pants, being careful to do up the strings as he spoke. “Of course not. After all, why would you care?” he mocked, finishing with his pants and then looking up into Sasuke's questioning gaze. “Well I can't have anyone stumbling upon you like this, can I?” He turned away. “I will be back for the kyuubi.” Sasuke sneered, once more trying to get out of his bindings so that he could beat the shit out of his cocky brother, but he never got the chance. Because Itachi spun around in the next moment, sending a punch towards his face and letting his cheek bone shatter with a crack…and after that Sasuke saw nothing but black.

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A.N- I started another fic! And I'm very excited about it. My friend made me watch Naruto, and of course Itachi immediately caught my eye…and I was like I have to write a fic…and so here it is! Please let me know what you think, any comments or suggestions would be greatly appreciated! I love all who clicked on this and read, and I really hope to see some reviews! I will be forever happy!

 

Thanks so much to my beta Demitria Miriam!