Naruto Fan Fiction / Naruto Shippuden Fan Fiction ❯ The Never Played Symphonies ❯ Angels and Demons ( Chapter 3 )

 

The Never Played Symphonies

 

Chapter 3: Angels and Demons

 

“Stop this,” Sasuke stated, backing up into the corner as Itachi slid his fishnet shirt over his head. “Niisan…you can't.” The younger Uchiha practically moaned as he took in every inch of the creamy white flesh that was exposed.

 

Itachi turned towards the window, letting the moonlight beam down on his bare back, making all the muscles ripple and shine in their greatness. Reaching up, he pulled the tie holding his hair in place, letting his ebony locks fall over his back. It was strange, it was like every movement…every little thing that Itachi did was mesmerizing.

 

“Can't what?” his aniki asked, turning slowly around and letting Sasuke see how the sharingan had completely faded from his eyes. “Have you?” he clarified, never moving from his spot.

 

“No,” Sasuke answered, losing more and more of his reserve when Itachi's hands went to the clasp of his pants. Knowing he had to do something before this got any further, Sasuke rushed over, covering his brother's hands with his own and stopping him from sliding the zipper all the way down.

 

Though this created two problems. One being that he was now unusually close to Itachi, and two…well his hand was unusually close to his crotch. He swallowed in nervous anticipation. …This was not going to turn out well.

 

Sasuke hurriedly tried to pull his hand away, but was stopped as Itachi's black nails slid up the side of his wrist. It was strange, but just that little bit of contact made a shudder run up his spine.

 

“Go ahead.” His brother's voice flowed through him like silk, penetrating all of the carefully put up boundaries he had built over so many years. Sasuke raised an eyebrow at the statement, not even coming close to understanding what the older Uchiha was talking about. Itachi seemed to sense this, because he elaborated…or elaborated as much as the cryptic bastard could. “Do what it is you want to do.”

 

Shaking from head to toe, Sasuke once more tried to pull his hand away, and this time his request was granted. Though he had a strange feeling that it was only because Itachi knew exactly what he was going to do. Refusing to look into his brother's knowing gaze, Sasuke let his fingertips ghost over the warm flesh of Itachi's stomach, practically moaning at the surge of pleasure that went down his spine.

 

What was he doing? Was he really touching the bastard? Even as he was berating his mind, he couldn't help but let his fingertips feel over more supple flesh, even going as far as to slide his hands all the way up his chest and back down again.

 

His fingernails dug into that tantalizing flesh when he felt his pants begin to restrict yet again.

 

“Niisan...” Sasuke whimpered, not being able to control himself as he leaned forward, placing moist hot lips on a taut ab.

 

Itachi actually did react to this, letting a hiss escape his throat. Feeling encouraged in his insanity, Sasuke let his tongue snake out, swirling around the Uchiha's skin, and loving his taste. His hands joined his lips, covering any part that they might have missed, and as his lips traveled higher, his hands went much lower.

 

His need was aching as his lips enclosed around Itachi's adam's apple, hands touching the waistband of the Akatsuki's black pants. One of his hands came up to push away black strands as he kissed his way up the Uchiha's jawline. How long had he wanted to do this? How long had he had this twisted desire in his head?

 

He wanted to stop…he just wanted to pull away, but he didn't. No, he let his hand ghost down even further as he came up to meet with Itachi's lips. He was so close; all he had to do was lean in and touch that inviting mouth with his own…Just like all he had to do was let his hand stray a little further south.

 

Sasuke leaned in, making it so that warm breath ghosted across his lips. Oh god…how he wanted to kiss those lips. “...I can't.” Dropping his hands from Itachi's body, he turned breaking contact and hopefully breaking free from whatever spell he seemed to be under that had made him touch the murderer in such a way.

 

He turned away, wrapping his arms around himself and shaking from disgust. He actually cried out when Itachi walked forward, grabbing his hair and twisted his head to the side. Those sultry lips were on him, tasting his neck, giving him the same attention he had just been giving their owner's.

 

Gasping, Sasuke let his hands reach behind him and wrap around Itachi's head, pulling him forward even though his mind was telling him to push him back. “Aniki…we're not supposed to…” Sasuke whimpered pathetically and hated himself for being so weak. “…I'm supposed to hate you.”

 

The hand fisted in his hair pushed him forward so that his face collided with the floor. A sandal pressed into the back of his neck, forcing him further into the floor. The pressure on the back of his neck increased as Itachi leaned down, once more grabbing the back of his spikes and pulling his head up.

 

“This is why you are weak,” Itachi hissed against his ear. “You know exactly what it is you want, and yet you do nothing.” The grip tightened. “To be strong you have to know what you want, and you have to take it.”

 

Releasing his grip, Itachi let his brother's face fall back to the ground, making Sasuke growl. How dare that bastard presume to call him weak for having resignations about fucking the murderer of his clan!

 

Itachi thought he knew everything! He thought he could maneuver him however the hell he wanted to, and he'd just play along. Well he wouldn't! He refused to back down to Itachi. If he wanted a strong brother, he'd get one.

 

Getting up, Sasuke dusted the remnants of glass off his clothes, glaring full heartily at the bastard giving him that same blank look. Oh, he'd make that look disappear if it was the last thing he'd do!

 

His fingertips gripped the bottom of his shirt, lifting it up and slipping it over his head. He threw the blue shirt to the other side of the room, before stalking forward. He didn't even hesitate in grabbing the back of Itachi's neck, smirking at his raised eyebrow before pulling the smug bastard in for a kiss.

 

Sasuke's head filled with haze as he harshly bit down on the elder's bottom lip, not caring about the blood that seeped onto his tongue. It didn't matter though, because that tongue was soon covered with another as Itachi grabbed the back of his head, pulling him all the more closer.

 

Itachi's hands began to wander, leaving trails of fire all over his skin, and he thought he was going to combust when one of those hands touched the now almost painful bulge in his khakis, squeezing it almost roughly so that it got Sasuke to throw his head back in a scream.

 

Damn it! He was getting distracted again. Letting a growl escape his throat, Sasuke pulled away, giving his brother a feral look before pushing him as hard as he could in the chest so that he fell backwards onto the bed. Though Sasuke was no fool, he knew very well that Itachi wouldn't have let himself fall if he didn't want to.

 

Walking over to the bed, Sasuke dropped to his knees just before he reached the Uchiha. He let his hands run up and down Itachi's calf, kneading the tense muscles before reaching down to undo his sandals. He threw both across the room, and once again got to his feet.

 

“I am not weak,” he growled, crawling up onto the bed and straddling his aniki's hips. His eyes rolled to the back of his head at the feeling of the elder's hardness pressed up against his ass through clothing.

 

His plans went wayward there, not being able to control himself as he slid further up and back down again, loving the friction such an act created towards his own neglected length. What he loved the most though was how Itachi's muscles clench, and the Akatsuki had to strangle the moan threatening to rip from his throat as he slid their warm bodies together. It really amazed him how such a cold person could feel so warm.

 

This was his heaven… It was the feeling that he could get such a normally callous bastard to almost moan. Itachi wanted this, he could see it in his gestures, and how his body language practically begged him to continue. That was his real prize, knowing that he could give this to the bastard, and then with one fail swoop take it all away again.

 

High on both power and need, Sasuke leaned down, letting his lips lightly graze against the sensitive flesh of the elder's chest. Itachi's flesh rippled with his touch, and he couldn't help but let his tongue snake out to try to illicit an even deeper response.

 

He had to resist the urge to let his eyes roll to the back of his head and gasp when Itachi's hand fisted into his hair and pushed his head even further down. Sasuke didn't mind though, as a matter of fact it only encouraged him. Making a trail of butterfly kisses down his chest, Sasuke made his way towards his aniki's stomach, taking great care to suck on each and every one of his abs before ending up swirling in and out of his bellybutton.

 

Though that was as far as he got, because that same hand in his hair that had been steadily pushing him down, tightened and pulled his face up to look at him. More than a little fuzzy headed, it took Sasuke a while to look up, but when he did his breath hitched in his throat.

 

Never had he seen Itachi look like that. He looked almost…human. His mouth was tilted open in an almost pant as he had himself propped up on his elbows looking down. Black hair was strewn across his face, laying across the pillow almost like a halo. Though Sasuke knew better than to think he was an angel. No, if anything his brother was a demon. A demon that came up from hell demanding his soul…and Sasuke was about a hairs breath away from giving it to him.

 

None of it mattered though, because what was really so different about Itachi, what really made Sasuke's lungs hitch, were his eyes. Those eyes, that for years had held nothing except for the Sharingan, now a dark chocolate brown and shining with more emotion than he had ever seen reflected in their depths in his entire life. Itachi had always been good at hiding his emotions, and it seemed it took his brother practically going down on him to bring those bottled up emotions out. He knew this only because his dark depths were completely glazed over in lust…lust that was reserved solely for him.

 

“Niisan!” he whispered heatedly, just before Itachi pulled him forward and crushed their lips together once again. Itachi had kissed him before, but they always seemed so harsh and forceful…this one was different…this one sent spindles of pleasure down his spine. His back arched when the Akatsuki's hand slid down his bare back, coming to cup his ass as he pulled him all the closer.

 

Itachi's tongue slipped into his mouth, exploring every inch of the moist cavern. As he was devouring him his other hand slipped in-between their bodies, coming to rest on the dark haired shinobi's crotch. That hand preceded to slightly cup and massage his still restrained erection. As if that wasn't bad enough, Itachi seemed to deem it fit to slip his hand inside of his khaki's grabbing at the heated flesh.

 

Such an action caused Sasuke to pull away from their kiss, going instead to throw his head back in a gasp as the elder gave his hardened member a stroke. …This was turning out very much like the day before, and that was just something Sasuke could not afford to let happen.

 

Grabbing his brother's arm, he pulled back, making it retreat from his pants. Having a hold of it already, he forced it above the cocky Uchiha's head, also reaching behind him to do the same to the one cupping his ass.

 

It was strange, looking down on Itachi with his hands above his head and just lying under him in complete submission. Sasuke knew of course that that wasn't the case…there was no way his brother would ever submit to him, and especially not on this level. Though there was one thing that was still bothering him…and he planned to rectify it immediately.

Keeping one hand firmly holding Itachi's wrists, he used his now free one to slip the Konoha band from his brother's forehead. He didn't want to see the sliced marking of the leaf village…he didn't want to see evidence of his aniki's treachery right now.

 

Once it was gone, he tossed the headband to the side, replacing where it sat with a soft kiss. Itachi did nothing underneath him, obviously still under the mind set that he would let him do whatever it was that he wanted to as long as it benefited him…the bastard. Well either that or he was just curious as to where his otouto's sanity had gone. …Sasuke couldn't really answer that question himself, having been wondering the same thing since he had let the asshole give him a hand job whilst pressing him up against a tree the other day.

 

His kiss lingered on Itachi's warm forehead, the Akatsuki's body heat warming them to the touch. Though that little bit of contact was all he allowed himself, because after he had gotten his fill he leaned back, and with his still free hand hauled off and slugged his asshole brother right in the mouth.

 

Itachi's head snapped to the side from the brunt of the blow, and before he let him get his bearings Sasuke switched the hand he was using to hold the bastard's wrist and did it again. This time he did allow the elder some reprieve…well enough anyways for him to look forwards again. Those eyes that had been such open pools before had now once again turned to ice.

 

“What is it you have planned in that foolish head of yours?” Itachi asked, letting his tongue slink out to lick a stray droplet of blood that had appeared on the side of his mouth from his cracked lip. Sasuke stared, trying not to show just how erotic he found that to be.

 

It seemed though he wasn't too subtle about his staring, because it caused Itachi to smirk. “You're too easy…what were you planning to do? Seduce me, slug me, and then leave me hanging?”

 

Sasuke blushed, embarrassed by just how easily his brother had read him.

 

“Fuck you,” the youngest Uchiha replied, going to slide off the Akatsuki's waist. Though he didn't get very far because in a second's notice Itachi sat up and wrapped his arms around the shinobi's waist to prevent him from leaving.

 

“Don't go.” Itachi said, and such a request made Sasuke pause. Itachi had never asked anything of him in his life, let alone something like this. However, Sasuke should have known that such a plea was too good to be true. He hissed when Itachi leaned in, snuggling his face into his neck and placing kisses all over his jawbone. “It'll just make it all the more difficult to chase you and bring you back.”

 

Sasuke's lips rose in a snarl at the presumptuous statement, but his snarl soon faded into a gasp when the hand that had been inside his khakis before returned. An intake of air whizzed through his teeth as he tightened his legs around the Uchiha's waist, only mildly aware of how he was now practically sitting in his brother's lap.

 

Not being able to help it, the dark shinobi tilted his head back, giving the one tentavily sucking on his neck ample room to work with. Damn, Itachi was sucking on his pulse now, and such a thing would undoubtedly leave a mark. …As if he didn't have enough problems.

 

Those thoughts quickly faded to the very back of his mind when Itachi grabbed the back of his head, crushing their lips together again. The elder tilted Sasuke's head back, giving him ample leverage to devour the smaller mouth, kneading their lips together in a heated exchange.

 

When he finally pulled away, Sasuke was left gasping and what he gasped was… “…Pathetic.” The hand inside of his shorts stilled.

 

“Pathetic?” Itachi asked, a smirk appearing on his face. “I see you've finally realized your place in the world.”

 

The Sharingan he had kept constant throughout the entire ordeal faded at the statement, and he ended up turning onyx eyes lifelessly towards his brother. “Not mine aniki…yours.” Itachi raised an eyebrow, and without needing further encouragement the boy decided to continue. “You're pathetic,” he spat, and at the same time once more pushed Itachi back so that he was staring down at the epitome of his hatred.

 

Placing an arm on either side of Itachi's head, Sasuke leaned over, anger now swirling back full force. “And do you know why?” the younger Uchiha asked, not even coming close to keeping the mocking cynism out of his voice. “It's because even after you went and tried to prove yourself…even going as far as to slaughter our entire clan, you're back here.” Sasuke leaned down, letting his lips rest on his aniki's earlobe. “…trying to fuck your little brother.” He leaned back up, tilting his head to the side as he continued to stare down at Itachi's emotionless mask…not being able to help himself in his mock. “…The same little brother you left alive all those years ago for no apparent reason other than you wanted him to grow strong and kill you.”

 

Itachi's eyes actually did narrow at that, and Sasuke couldn't help but feel a little bit of satisfaction bubble inside of him with how they flooded red with the sharingan. Hit a nerve did he? Ignoring the look that would otherwise freeze his blood cold, Sasuke took his brother's chin in his hand…leaning down so that their breaths co-mingled. “And that is why you are weak.”

 

Not saying another word, Sasuke slid off the older teen, heading for somewhere other than where he was. He couldn't stand this any longer. He couldn't stand feeling the way he was towards the person he ought to despise.

 

His hand had only just touched the doorknob when it was grabbed, and, with more force than he had ever thought his brother would use, the arm attached to that hand was used as leverage as Itachi spun him around, flinging him through the air so that he slammed up against the wall above his bed. Two sickening cracks could be heard, one from the crater that had now formed above his bed, and two from his dislocated shoulder from where the bastard had twisted his the juncture to unnatural angles to fling him.

 

Sasuke fell into a lifeless heap onto his bed, trying his hardest not to scream in pain as he clutched at his injured shoulder and tried to stop his vision from spinning where his head had cracked up against the wall. He had gone face first into the plaster, and he was fairly certain that if he wasn't wearing his forehead protector that his head would be in two right now.

 

He wasn't allowed to contemplate the matter long, because Itachi was on him in an instant, grabbing him by the neck and hoisting him up so that his head fit perfectly into the indent in the wall that his body had made. He gasped for air as he caught site of Itachi's sharingan eyes, and he preyed to whoever might be listening that his brother wasn't angry enough to use the Mangekyo. Thankfully it seemed that the heartless asshole had some mercy, cause he released his strangling grip on his neck. Sasuke's only restraint now being the body in front of him, not to mention the pain from his shoulder was almost incapacitating at this point.

 

“Don't bite your tongue,” was hissed from between Itachi's teeth before he grabbed at his injured shoulder, giving it a merciless tug and pulling it back into place. Sadly, this time Sasuke could do nothing to hold back his scream. Though he wasn't allowed to scream long, because that scream was soon followed as Itachi's lips covered his own.

 

Brain being much too rattled at the moment to actually be able to comprehend how it was that Itachi was still kissing him, Sasuke could do nothing but hesitantly respond. It seemed that his brother's anger had lessened, only to be replaced once again by lust. …Angry sex, it seemed, didn't even begin to cover it.

 

Itachi's mouth broke from his lips only to trail down his neck and chest, leaving scorching hot marks all over his skin. Being too weak to protest, Sasuke didn't object when Itachi's hand covered his own, leading it towards the drawstrings of his black pants. Soothing circles placed on the back of his hand encouraged Sasuke to undo the tie, and release the older Uchiha's engorged length. The Akatsuki's other hand came up to cup his cheekbone, licking along his jawline before meeting his eyes.

 

“Prove you're worth enough to be my weakness,” was all Itachi said before swiping Sasuke's legs out from underneath him and forcing him to fall to his knees, with Itachi's cock inches from his face.

 

Giving his brother a disbelieving look, he glanced from Itachi to what was in front of him, trying not to get any harder than he already was at the sight. No, he had to keep his principles. “Do you honestly expect me to do something so degrading?”

 

From the look on the bastard's face, he would have to say that that was exactly what he expected him to do. Growling, Sasuke grabbed the back of his brother's legs, pulling forward while simultaneously head butting him in the lower stomach so that he fell backwards.

 

Crawling once more up his niisan's body, Sasuke grabbed the bastard by the chin, noticing offhandedly how his sharingan had once more faded. “If you want this…then say so.” He kissed the body underneath him before pulling away with the same amount of anger. “If you want me to suck your dick I want to hear the request from your mouth…you sick fuck,” he added as an afterthought, knowing there was no way in hell his brother would agree to it, and that he would probably end up being tossed once more against the wall.

 

“I want you to suck my dick,” Itachi replied unfazed, not once blinking or showing the slightest sign that his pride had been damaged in any way by the request.

 

Sasuke stared wide-eyed, his mouth gaping at the elder Uchiha, trying to comprehend just what it was that he had heard, because it obviously wasn't Itachi asking him to suck his dick. Sitting up from shock, he was only brought out of his haze when Itachi gripped his hip, causing him to look down once again.

 

“Are you going back on our deal, otouto?” Itachi asked with innocent curiosity, but Sasuke knew better…he knew there was no innocence left within his brother.

 

Smacking the hand from his hip, the boy glared once again at the Akatsuki. “You're the one that deals in treachery, Itachi, not me,” he snarled, trying to calm his anger enough to complete the task he had agreed upon.

 

Looking down at Itachi's now almost completely nude body, the heat returned to his groin, and he had to rub at his restrained hard-on to slightly relieve the pressure. He wanted so badly to relieve himself of it, but he refused to jack off once again in front of the evil deviant.

 

No, instead he channeled his arousal into other things, like the kisses he was placing down Itachi's stomach. The criminal in question reacted to each of his touches, even obediently raising up his hips when Sasuke reached the band of his pants to pull them down past his knees.

 

Once they were down though, the Uchiha couldn't bring himself to do anything other than stare. Itachi was…he was… He couldn't even bring himself to speak as he stared at the area in-between the murderer's legs, unconsciously licking his lips at the sight.

 

He ached, and much more than from the pain in his shoulder. He saw the heated flesh before him, hard as a rock and dripping with precum, and he couldn't bring himself to hold back anymore. His hand snaked in-between his own legs, rubbing the aching bulge, and moving down to his zipper.

 

Sadly, that hand was grabbed right before Sasuke had the chance to free himself. Growling at the bastard's actions, he looked up to see Itachi staring sadistically down at him. “No…not until after you're finished.”

 

Frowning, Sasuke mumbled something about a “Stupid, selfish bastard…” before adjusting himself to a somewhat comfortable state. He then leaned down between those delectable thighs, knowing the sooner he got this done the sooner he could relieve the ache driving him mad. Though he wasn't about to do this quick. He was going to do this slow…enjoying every agonizing moment he held the bastard off from release.

 

Hands coming to rest on Itachi's inner thighs, he made ghost-like passes over the sensitive skin there, almost pleased with how the muscles he was grazing tightened as the skin staring him in the face took on an even darker shade.

 

He couldn't take this anymore! He needed to do…something. Running his hands up Itachi's smooth body, he brought his lips down to lightly kiss the underside of the older teenager's length. “Aniki…” he moaned, feeling his pants constrict even more as he slid his tongue all the way up the underside of the elder's cock, coming up to rub his lips sensually against the tip. …He had a feeling the tightness in his shorts was only going to get worst before he could help himself.

 

That didn't matter though, all that mattered was the slightly bitter taste on his tongue, as he swirled it around Itachi's well-endowed arousal, loving how such an action actually made his niisan gasp.

 

Sucking lightly on the tip, Sasuke actually had to reach out and hold the S-Class ninja down when he thrust into his awaiting depths, losing his patience as well as a little more of his composure. It's odd, he didn't know that the prized Akatsuki member could lose composure, but then he supposed all men were allowed a weakness when someone's mouth was on their cock.

 

When he saw Itachi's knuckles turn white from gripping the sheets, Sasuke knew that he had a new objective. He wanted to hear his name on that bastard's lips. He wanted it to be him he called out for when he came, and when that happened, when Itachi released himself in a way that only he got to see he would relish in it before spitting the cum back in the asshole's face.

 

Using that as extra incentive, Sasuke lowered his mouth completely upon the elder Uchiha, relaxing his throat so that he could take him in as deep as possible. He tried not to gag when Itachi completely arched his body, making him go even deeper so that he was a good share down his throat.

 

Vibrating his throat muscles, he took pride in how Itachi was now practically panting from the exertion…and he hadn't even begun to move yet. Taking a deep breath in through his nostrils, Sasuke withdrew the length almost completely from his mouth, before pushing his mouth all the way back down again.

 

He continued the pattern, going down and back up upon his niisan in a way that seemed the traitorous shinobi enjoyed. His bobs grew quicker, and as such Itachi's breaths grew heavier and more uneven.

 

Sasuke almost winced at how hard Itachi was gripping his scalp as he moved him up and down between his lips. He could tell that his aniki was getting close. Slightly uncovering his teeth, he allowed them to slightly scrape up the sensitive vein, and that was really all that was needed.

 

Forcing his head all the way down, Itachi cried out, spilling his warm seed into the boy's mouth so that it rolled down his throat and slipped unnoticed past his lips. Oh gods…Itachi tasted so good. Forgetting about his earlier plans, Sasuke swallowed, greedily devouring one of the only things his aniki had ever given him.

 

There's a good chance he could have imagined it, but to him, when Itachi fell spent backwards onto the bed, he thought he heard him whisper, “Sasuke,” under his breath.

 

Wanting nothing more than to feel Itachi's lips on his again, he crawled up the elder's body, stopping when their faces were aligned. Leaning down, he connected their mouths in a sloppy kiss. He made sure to push a tongue past those lips, mixing their saliva and ensuring that Itachi tasted just what he had given up to him.

 

Itachi slowly began to kiss back, the pace picking up when the older Uchiha's arms wrapped around the back of his neck and flipped them over. Giving him one more kiss, Itachi pulled away and turned smiling eyes down on his little brother.

 

“Very good, otouto…Now allow me to enlighten you.” Sasuke rose an eyebrow, expecting a hand job more so than words of wisdom, but then again he'd take whatever he could get.

 

“Enlighten me?” he asked, leaning into to his aniki's touch as he tucked a stray hair behind the boy's ear.

 

“Yes…on just how pathetic you really are.” A frown lit Sasuke's face, now not being all that comfortable with lying in his aniki's arms.

 

“Let go of me.” He struggled in Itachi's arms, determined to get as far away from the bastard as possible. Unfortunately, his brother's grip was near strangulating, and all moving did was cause uncomfortable friction between his thighs.

 

“I'll always have a hold on you Sasuke.” The Konoha ninja stopped struggling at that, taking in the double meaning and looking over to meet his brother's cold eyes. He leaned down, letting his lips rest of the younger's ear as he spoke some of the most bone crushing words Sasuke would ever hear in his life.

 

“The tragedy of your life is that you will always want me to have a hold on you. You called me pathetic, but you're the one that really craves this.” Sasuke felt Itachi smirk against his ear. “Ever since the day you walked in on me fucking Shisui you've wanted this.” Sasuke stiffened, remembering that day quite clearly. “…Oh, what, otouto? Did you really think I wouldn't see? That I wouldn't feel you there?” The grip on him tightened. “That was the same night I drowned him in the river.”

 

Sasuke turned his head away, getting sick to his stomach from the memory of when his life had begun to turn to hell. “Why are you telling me all this?” he asked in an almost pained whisper, wanting nothing more than for this to be over so that he could get away from the demon poising as an angel holding him in his arms.

 

Unfortunately Itachi wouldn't give him the pleasure of looking away. Twisting his head back around, he continued to crush the very last bit of hope inside his brother.

 

“I'm telling you this because that same cum that went inside of him all those years ago when you started this infatuation went inside of you when you swallowed it with that delectable throat of yours.” Sasuke's hand gripped the sheet, fighting against the words cutting into him worse than a thousand knives could. “The thing that makes you pathetic though is the fact that you'll do it again…Not only that but you will allow me to do whatever I want to your body…whenever I please, because that is your weakness.”

 

Releasing his hold on the younger Uchiha, Itachi sat up, satisfied with how Sasuke just laid there in a boneless heap. “That, Sasuke, is why you fail,” was the last thing he said before getting out of the bed and soundlessly putting his clothes back on. Going towards the window he had entered through, he muttered, “Until next time, otouto,” before once more disappearing out the window and out of his life.

 

Being left there to his misery, Sasuke curled into the fetal position on his side. He didn't think even Itachi was possible of being so cruel. He was left there, hot, tired, horny, and confused…hating life, Itachi, but mostly himself. He hated himself because he knew Itachi was absolutely right, because if given the choice…he'd do it again.

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