Naruto Fan Fiction / Naruto Shippuden Fan Fiction ❯ The Never Played Symphonies ❯ Beautiful Distractions ( Chapter 4 )

 

 

The Never Played Symphonies

 

Chapter 4 Beautiful Distractions

 

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“Niisan!” a young Sasuke yelled, running to catch up with his older brother who was quickly walking across the sunlit meadow. “Niisan, wait up! You said we could train some more! I didn't even get to try my shuriken!” the young boy pouted, sticking his lip out in a way that he knew always chipped away at Itachi's heart…well that is if he could just get the stubborn shinobi to even look at him!

 

Stopping in his tracks, Sasuke crossed his arms and pounded his feet into the ground in retaliation to being ignored. “Aniki, if you don't stop then I'll never speak to you again!” When all else failed, fake threats usually got him what he wanted…and this time didn't seem to be any different.

 

Itachi paused right before he got to the path that led back to their village, and with a sigh of impatience turned around to face the younger Uchiha. “And what makes you think such a sought after commodity of silence from you would be a bad thing?”

 

That. Was…Sasuke's lip trembled as his eyes watered with tears, and he ended up screaming, “You're mean!” before the young Uchiha stomped forward and past his teenage brother without so much as a passing glance.

 

How could he say that to him? He never got to see Itachi…NEVER! He was always gone on missions for ANBU, and the one time he was actually home Sasuke had finally talked him into shuriken practice, and now the elder had told him that he hated to hear him talk! His aniki was a jerk and that's all there was to it!

 

Stopping a few feet in front of his brother, Sasuke stubbornly crossed his arms in front of him, but refused to look back at the prodigy that every Uchiha seemed to love and worship.

 

“I'll just go play with Shisui…at least he has time for me!” the young boy stated stubbornly. His cousin had become like a second brother to him, what with his own precious sibling always gone and everything…it had seemed both him and Shisui were left alone.

 

“Shisui will be playing with me tonight, unfortunately, otouto.” This only caused Sasuke's glare to intensify, and he turned around to yell at his selfish brother, surprise evident on his face when he saw Itachi standing right behind him.

 

“Wha?...” Sasuke started to ask, but he never got to finish as hands wrapped around his waist, picking him up, and with a smirk, twirling him around in the way Itachi knew Sasuke loved.

 

The younger Uchiha threw his head back to stare up at the sky, amazed by how the clouds seemed to swirl as Itachi continued to spin the both of him. His anger soon faded as a smile lit his features. His brother hadn't doted this much attention on him for a while, and by the time they both collapsed back onto the grass, he couldn't even remember why he had been mad at his niisan in the first place…Itachi was so good at doing that. He had seen him do the same thing when trying to get out of trouble with their parents.

 

Sasuke's head was still spinning as he stared up at the sky, the clouds slowly materializing back into focus. His pleased smile was still evident on his face. Coming back into realization he rolled over, snuggling into Itachi's warm side.

 

“I forgive you, aniki!” he stated merrily, sighing in contentment when Itachi's hand wrapped around him, pulling him closer as the child prodigy stared absently up towards the heavens.

 

“I thought you might,” Itachi muttered, apparently deep in thought as he ran soothing circles down the younger's back. “So what kind of games do you play with Shisui?” the elder asked boredly, his voice taking on a lazy tone as the warm summer air seemed to lull the two into an almost drugged haze.

 

The younger Uchiha's lips curled into a devious smirk as an idea filled the clever part of his brain. Hoisting himself up, Sasuke straddled Itachi's waist, ignoring the shocked gaze his brother sent him at seeing the younger sitting in his lap.

 

“And just what is it you think you're doing?” Itachi asked with a hint of annoyance, and for some reason his voice seemed to be lower than normal. Sasuke took this as a sign that his oniisan was mad, so he quickly explained himself before Itachi left again.

 

“I thought we could play one of the games me and Shisui play,” he said matter-of-factly. However, his logic soon flew through the window when hands came to grip his hips, squeezing tight enough that Itachi's fingernails drew blood through the cloth of Sasuke's shirt.

 

Sasuke's eyes widened when he saw the look of pure fury covering Itachi's face, and fear started to swirl throughout his system when his niisan's eyes flooded red. “You play games where you're on Shisui's lap?” he growled, and the younger Uchiha gulped when those hands on his hips tightened even more.

 

For the life of him he couldn't figure out what had gotten his brother so upset, but he quickly shook his head, trying to dispel some of the ANBU leader's worries. “No!” he cried out. “I just thought you looked comfortable so I didn't want you to sit up!”

 

The strangulating grip Itachi had on him lessoned, and he gave a sigh of relief when he watched the Sharingan fade to black. Knowing he had let himself lose control, Itachi seemed to immediately calm himself once again, and asked, with disinterest, just what game his little brother was talking about…and hearing that, Sasuke was only too happy to comply!

 

“Okay!” he stated happily, bouncing up and down in the elder Uchiha's lap, not noticing the strangled hiss coming from Itachi as he did. A Cheshire grin cracked Sasuke's face as he held his finger out in front of his face as he explained the game. “Alright! Open your mouth and close your eyes…and I'll give you a big surprise!”

 

“This is your game?” Itachi raised an eyebrow in annoyance. Sasuke's forehead wrinkled as he pouted down at his brother.

 

“Niisan, you're supposed to do what I say!” He reached down, forcefully grabbing Itachi's chin and forcing it open with little resistance. “Now close your eyes cause I want to put something in your mouth!” Sasuke noticed with some confusion the blush that seemed to light his aniki's face, but he didn't mention anything about it because Itachi did what he was told and closed his eyes, keeping his mouth slightly agape for the sake of his little brother's `game.'

 

Sasuke smirked wickedly; he knew he was going to die for doing this, and yet he couldn't pass up the opportunity. Clearing his throat to accumulate all the saliva, Sasuke's wicked glint never left his face as he let it drip from his lips and down into his niisan's open and awaiting mouth.

 

He reveled in the way Itachi's eyes immediately shot open in surprise and disgust as he gagged and wiped his mouth furiously on his black sleeve as he tried to remove any trace of the substance the person laughing furiously a top him had dribbled down into his mouth. No matter what his brother might do to him because of it, that was so worth it!

 

“You brat!” Itachi cried, lunging forward and tackling the still laughing boy to the ground. “You're going to pay for that!” Itachi used fake anger in his voice, but it didn't stop Sasuke from laughing because he could see the slight smile on his features as he reached down, running his hands up and down the younger Uchiha's ribs and tickling every last expanse of skin he could get his hands on.

 

Sasuke howled in laughter as the barrage of tickles were almost too much, and he thrashed wildly in his brother's arms, taking no heed of how his shirt rode up to his chest, exposing his lean white stomach to the warm sun.

 

A sudden coldness seemed to overtake the air as Itachi ceased his actions and instead opted to stare down at his little brother's stomach. Confused, Sasuke sat up on his elbows to try to see just what had fascinated his brother so much. …Though as soon as he saw what had captivated the elder's attention it wasn't too hard to figure out why he had gone quiet.

 

Three red blotchy marks shone brightly on his pale stomach…marks similar to the ones he had seen on Itachi's neck whenever he would come back from Shisui's house. “Who gave those to you Sasuke?” That voice…it cut straight to the bones, making a chill run down the younger's spine…Itachi sounded murderous.

 

“Shisui,” Sasuke stated uncertainly, his worry growing more and more by the second. “He came over and was tickling me and then he blew on my stomach…I guess it just left marks.” The boy tilted his head to the side in confusion as he saw the Sharingan flood his brother's eyes. “Why are you so upset, niisan? Doesn't he leave stuff on you all the time when you play games?”

 

The young Uchiha let out a gasp of both surprise and fear at the murderous look Itachi was giving, and couldn't help but shake when barely stable hands came upon him, tracing up and down his ribs and landing on the marks that his cousin had left. There was something wrong…Itachi wasn't acting normal. Or he supposed that his brother was acting even more odd than normal.

 

“Aniki, what's wrong?” Sasuke asked, trying to get through the thick haze that seemed to be Itachi's brain. “…You're scaring me!” That seemed to do it, because the next moment Itachi blinked, letting the black commas in his eyes expand and then take over to turn the iris completely back to onyx.

 

“Do you still want to play the game?” Itachi asked emotionlessly. His voice seemed to be further away than normal, but he was offering to continue playing with Sasuke, so all the younger Uchiha could do was nod.

 

Itachi nodded in confirmation. “Alright then…” Reaching down he pulled Sasuke up so that he was practically sitting in the elder's lap again. Sasuke couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at the strange hardness poking him in the thigh, but he thought nothing of it when his aniki grabbed his chin and turned his face to look into a pair of matching eyes. “Open your mouth and close your eyes…I'll give you a big surprise,” Itachi said breathlessly, and with nervous anticipation, Sasuke of course did as he was told.

 

Smiling, he opened his mouth wide, letting his pink tongue stick slightly out so that it lolled slightly on his bottom lip. Fully trusting Itachi, he let his eyes close shut, prepared for anything his niisan could throw his way.

 

Well at least he thought he was, and that was only until he felt a burning hot tongue sliding against his own. His eyes shot wide open to see Itachi staring right at him as he traced the younger's tongue with his own silky appendage, leaning in slightly so that he could lightly suck it between his lips. Such an action caused Sasuke to lean forward, their lips meeting for only a second before Itachi pulled away with a seemingly satisfied smirk on his face.

 

Being too much in a daze, Sasuke did nothing when Itachi reached out, flicking him on the forehead. “Forgive me Sasuke…I can't play with you anymore today.” Unconsciously, Sasuke reached up like he always did, scowling and rubbing the spot his brother had hit, even though it didn't really hurt.

 

Itachi got up without another word, turning back to the trail that led back to town. Though before he was out of sight he looked over his shoulder, calling out to Sasuke with a final order. “Oh and otouto…I don't want you playing with Shisui anymore.” The phenomenon known as Itachi then disappeared out of sight, leaving Sasuke with a feeling in the pit of his stomach that he had never experienced before, and knew that he would not soon forget.

 

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Sasuke's eyes snapped open. He had been having more and more of these dreams lately…ever since Itachi had left almost a week ago. There hadn't really been much else to do besides dream…he hadn't really moved from his bed except to occasionally get up to use the bathroom. He knew people were probably worried about him…Hell, he was worried about himself, but he couldn't get the will to leave his apartment and face the harsh light of reality.

 

Though after that dream, the hazy fog of despair that had been clouding his mind seemed to lift, as he digested everything he had just seen in his memory. He couldn't believe he had forgotten about that happening, but after that reminder he remembered it perfectly. …Itachi had kissed him. He had kissed him, and then gone back that night to fuck Shisui and then drown him in the river.

 

He hadn't understood it then, but he damn well understood everything quite clearly now. Could it be that Itachi had killed their cousin, his best friend, just because he had thought he had done something with Sasuke? Had Itachi really felt this way about him even back then? Sasuke grabbed black shorts and a black shirt with the Uchiha crest on the back… he didn't know anything for sure, but he knew that he had to find his brother!

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    Shikamaru sat there, propped up against a rock, watching lazily as Ino threw a kunai towards Choji. He wondered how it was that the blonde headed girl could be so good at what she did, yet be so completely under his level at basically everything at the same time. If she hadn't been the complete opposite of what he wanted in a woman, the idea of spending the rest of his life with the girl might have attracted him somewhat… Though the bitch was too whiney for his tastes, and just the whole idea of her trying to get him into some fancy clothes was already giving him a headache. It would be way too troublesome.

  “Shikamaru, tell Ino-pig to leave me alone!” Choji yelled out as he ran towards him, looking as though he were dragging the weight of a giant on his shoulders. Getting up fast enough to dodge the pain that he would surely have felt had he allowed his friend to crash into him, he rolled his eyes and turned a glare towards his blonde teammate. “Women… How troublesome…” He inserted his hands into his pockets and started walking off towards the direction of the village, fully intending on taking a nap once he reached home.

  “Who the hell are you calling a pig?! And just where do you think you're going, Nara?! You promised you would train with me and Choji so that we could become stronger!” His blond teammate huffed, “That's why we're so weak! How am I ever supposed to catch Sasuke's eye with you two by my side?!”

  Turning around with way too much effort on his behalf, Shikamaru stared at his blonde friend head on. “Ino… Sasuke doesn't like you. Sasuke will never like you. And hell, Sasuke probably doesn't even remember your name! If you're training just to make him happy, then I can assure you, you will never be happy.” With that said, he turned towards Choji and raised an eyebrow. “Wanna go watch the clouds with me?”

“Arugh, fine! I'll just go water my plants or something! Let me know whenever you're up to training… No one can work forcibly with someone like this… Especially when it's you two!” Ino crossed her arms against her chest and pouted at him and Choji.

It was completely unbelievable… No matter how many times he tried to tell her the same thing, she would never get it… The bitch was too troublesome!

  “That's what we've been trying to tell you!” Choji tried shouting, though the crunching of barbeque chips only made him sound strangled and more unconvinced than anything else. He watched as his fat friend gave him a weak smile and walked towards him, extending the hand, which held the bag of chips, towards him. Shaking his head negatively, he turned around and resumed walking in the direction of the Village.

“Bye Ino… We'll see you tomorrow!” Choji yelled as he waved at the crazy bitch with his free hand. Watching the scene, Shikamaru spared a glance towards his blonde teammate and grunted a low, “What a drag,” as a goodbye towards her. He mentally shook his head at his friend Choji… No matter how much he wished it to not be so, he knew that his best friend was falling for their teammate. Shikamaru wasn't sure weather he should be happy over that fact, or scared.

  Ino was a girl who cared too much about style, fashion, and popularity… And Choji had none of those qualities. He idly wondered how badly Choji would get hurt once his little infatuation was finally thrust into reality. Ino could never like him. And that, unfortunately for his fat friend, was reality.

“Shikamaru, I have to go get some more junk food before I can go watch the clouds with you… How about I meet up with—”

However, any thoughts that had been going on through Shikamaru's head regarding Choji and Ino completely left his mind when he saw five protectors of the Sacred Shrine racing past them, heading the opposite way of Konoha. Though even with the sudden, and not to mention surprising, appearance of the ANBU, Shikamaru couldn't help but smirk at how comical his friend looked with his chin dropped completely to his chest, and his eyes wide open in shock.

  Suddenly, his arm was being grabbed rather painfully by a pair of small and soft hands, and looking down he saw the pink nail polish and immediately knew whose trembling hand's they were. Squirming out of the tight hold that Ino seemed not to want to let him out of, Shikamaru tried to regain as much composure as he could.

  “You are Shikamaru, correct?” Two of the ANBU stopped in their tracks, while the other two shrine protectors kept on going, completely un-phased with the two Genin and the one Chunin who were in complete wonder.

“What's going on?” Shikamaru asked, throwing one of his shut-the-fuck-up glares towards Ino to stop her from talking.

“Two men wearing black cloaks with red clouds broke into the Sacred Temple! They killed two priests and left the two others severely injured. We were not able to stop them... They've taken a scroll, which contains a forbidden justu… We must get it back!”

Red clouds and black cloaks, huh? Shikamaru thought to himself. In the back of his mind that sounded familiar somehow…in any case these villains weren't anything to be taken lightly. He knew he had to act fast.

“How troublesome,” he grumbled, turning towards his two teammates. “Choji, I want you to get back to the village and tell them about the attack on the shrine.” His friend gave a nod, and then he placed a comforting hand on the girl's slightly shaking one. “Ino, we're going after them.”

“Are you serious!?” she exclaimed, very much doubting the two of them, with their abilities would be able to take down such seemingly well trained criminals.

Shikamaru sighed at this, folding his arms behind his head as he turned his gaze upwards to stare at the slowly moving clouds. …It looked like he wouldn't be able to watch them today after all. “…How troublesome,” he once again mumbled.

Lackadazedly he turned eyes towards the ANBU. “Take us to the shrine…” he muttered lazily, wanting to do nothing less at the moment then go fight some badasses in black cloaks. …Why is it that the evil ones always had to wear black? And with red clouds no less…it was like somebody was out there just to make him unhappy.

Turning his head to Choji, he motioned back towards the way to the village. “You better get going now. Ino and I will distract them and make sure they don't get too far with the scroll.” He watched as Choji began to run back towards Konoha…it always did amaze him how with his size he could move so quickly. Giving another shake of his head, he followed the ANBU to track down these criminals…he could tell already that this was not going to be a fun day.

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There were times when he swore up and down that the world hated him, and he really did believe that to be the case. Though sometimes the cruel fates would throw him a bone or two and luck would shine upon him. Or at least that's how Sasuke felt when he saw Choji running red faced and out of breath towards the entrance of Konoha. The food obsessed shinobi paused when he reached the gates, reaching into his vest to pull out an apple…apparently his energy had all been wasted on the run.

His curiosity being more than a little peaked, Sasuke casually strolled over. “What are you doing?” he asked, noticing the sharp look Choji gave him at the question.

“Shikamaru and Ino are going to a shrine…these guys are trying to steal a scroll…I gotta get reinforcements!” he managed to wheeze out, taking another bite of the ruby red fruit.

Raising an eyebrow, Sasuke tried to digest the slew of information he had just heard, but being much too exhausted he didn't give much effort. No, it seemed a harsh “What?” worked just as well.

Choji glared at the Uchiha. “I told you! Shikamaru and Ino went to fight some weird dudes…I think the priest guy said they were wearing black cloaks with red clouds.” The bottom officially dropped out from Sasuke's stomach.

“Where?” Sasuke hissed, not even bothering to look at Choji by this time. All he could picture was Itachi's smirking face as he humiliated him…and all he could taste was revenge!

“A shrine about ten miles west of here, but Shikamaru said to get reinforcements…” Choji's voice faded in the background. He didn't want to hear anymore, as a matter of fact his legs had already begun moving.

He lept from tree to tree, not even caring where his feet were carrying him anymore. Sasuke knew he would reach his goal. He could practically feel his brother's presence, and the coppery scent was stagnant in the air from the evil bastard's blood lust.

The Uchiha could still hear that mocking tone! He could still feel that bastard's fingers on his skin doing things to him that no brother should do! Hell, if he licked his lips he could still taste Itachi on them! The very fact that he could still taste him reserved his right to hate him.

The shinobi pushed every part inside of him that was telling him that he had enjoyed every minute of it down to the dark recesses of his mind. He wouldn't think such things! He hated Itachi, and today had nothing to do with the supposed lust he might feel…It had to do with proving a point to his brother and watching the evil cretin wallow in a puddle of his own self-righteousness!

Sasuke skidded to a halt outside the perimeter of the shrine. He was good enough at what he did to avoid being detected…even by his brother. He leaped into a tree to get a better view, and from what he could tell there were three people down on the ground. Two being Ino and Shikamaru, and the third being the shark looking man that Itachi had traveled with before. …Sasuke's jaw clenched at the mere memory of what the man had witnessed that day when his brother had felt the need to beat the shit out of him and break his wrist.

That really didn't matter now though. What mattered is the fact that a chunin and genin seemed to be holding one S-class criminal at bay, while the more dangerous one was nowhere to be found.

Such a realization sent a bad feeling down his spine. If Itachi was missing, then there was a damn good reason for it. His brother left nothing to chance…his every move was thought out perfectly. So if he was missing, then that meant that they were all in for a lot of trouble.

Even as he was thinking that a kunai came whizzing through the air, slicing through his spikes and pinning a lock to the tree he was resting in. Sasuke smirked…he knew his brother so well. Turning his head, he followed the trajectory and saw with no surprise the elder Uchiha standing by a side entrance to the shrine.

Sasuke's heart skipped a beat when purplish black fingernails rose up to the rim of his cape, pulling it down to reveal the gorgeous face it seemed like he had just been kissing. Obviously seeing the younger's starstruck reaction, Itachi smirked, motioning towards the entrance and then walking back inside.

Shaking his head, Sasuke let a scowl settle on his face as he jumped discretely off the tree. He couldn't believe he had let himself react that way! He'd be pissed, really he would, but he knew a way to get Itachi back for that and so much more…He would relish in having his brother on his knees begging for his forgiveness. …If he had that, then well his one little slip up wouldn't be so bad. With that thought in mind he headed through the entrance, letting the lingering scent of dried blood be his guide.

His body was trembling in anticipation as he walked down the dark hallways, trying to block out the splatters of blood lining the wall. He had seen such things so much in his memory, that the site was beginning to affect him less and less. He knew Itachi was soulless, but it seemed that every time his brother did something like this it made yet another part of him that had once been innocent die. How sad was that? Every time Itachi killed, it killed another part of him to think that his once dear and beloved aniki could be so evil…and he could still want him so much.

“So nice of you to stop by.” That ice cold voice made him pause, and he glanced up, coming face to face with the murderer of his clan, who happened to be twirling a blood stained scroll around in his fingers.

Sharingan flooded his eyes as he caught site of the item his comrades had come to retrieve. “What is it for?” He asked with a hiss, knowing that if the Akatsuki wanted it that whatever jutsu lay inside it had to be one of immense power.

Reaching into his robes, Itachi grabbed out a kunai. Automatically thinking that it was going to be chucked at his face, Sasuke got into a defensive position, which made Itachi scoff. “If you want that information, otouto…” the elder said plainly, wrapping the end of the scroll around the kunai, “then you'll have to get by me first,” he finished. He then threw the kunai directly behind him so that it stuck perfectly into the juncture between the wall and ceiling…the scroll left hanging lifelessly from the weapon.

“Fucker,” Sasuke couldn't help but mumble to himself, reaching into his sack at the same time to wrap his hands around four shuriken. Giving a battle cry, he released the weapons, all the while charging the Akatsuki, knowing that he would be able to dodge the throwing stars easily.

Jumping up, Sasuke tried to land a kick to Itachi's chest while he was busy dodging the shuriken, but sadly he once again failed to comprehend just how fast Itachi was. The Uchiha dodged each and every one of the weapons in the blink of an eye, and had plenty of time to grab the leg coming at him, twisting it around painfully and sending the owner spiraling into the ground.

Sasuke groaned in pain as his head hit the ground. That move had been a mistake, because now Itachi was above him…He had to somehow find a way to get the high ground back. Though strangely enough he wasn't afraid for his life. No, it seemed Itachi was interested in quite different things whenever they met…and he had a feeling that this time wasn't going to be any different. No, he wanted it to turn out that way…and by the way his brother was just toying with him he knew that he did, too.

Lifting himself to his hands and knees, Sasuke made sure to keep his head down. He knew there was no way he could look at Itachi while he was saying it. “Aniki…Do you wanna play a game with me?” He couldn't help but blush. “One of our old favorites?”

Itachi was still above him, and Sasuke didn't blame him…that really had come out of nowhere. Though it did allow him to get to his feet without the bastard kicking him back down again, which he had no doubt would have happened otherwise. Beating the shit out of him seemed to be one of his niisan's favorite pastimes…well either that or getting off on him.

Putting on the most innocent face possible, Sasuke let the red fade from his eyes as he turned to Itachi…slightly biting his bottom lip as he did. “Whattaya say, niisan…” He twisted his hands together in front of him as he slightly tilted his head to the side. “You wanna play with me?”

Taking a deep breath, the boy walked closer, noticing the slightly amused glint that seemed to be reflected in Itachi's eyes. “You remember it…don't you, niisan?” He took another step. “I played it with you that one day out in the meadow…the same day you killed Shisui.”

He bit back the smile that threatened to come to his face when he actually saw Itachi's eyes narrow a degree. …So he did remember. “…I forget, how did it go again?” He stepped even closer. “Open your mouth…” He paused, turning his head to the side and feigning ignorance. They called him an ice prince, but he could act cute and innocent when he wanted to…and Itachi seemed to be eating his act up.

They stood there in silence for what seemed an eternity before Itachi slowly mumbled, “Close your eyes.”

That did cause Sasuke to smile. Walking the rest of the way forward he didn't hesitate in grabbing the back of Itachi's neck and breathlessly finishing with, “And I'll give you a big surprise,” before crashing their mouths together in a kiss.

It didn't take long for Itachi's hand to fist into his black spikes, pulling him all the more closer with a tug. Sasuke gasped at the semi abusive treatment, which allowed the elder to slip a tongue into his mouth, massaging his silky appendage with his own in the same way he had all those years ago.

“Itachi…” Sasuke moaned into the kiss, hardly noticing as their lips continued to knead that he was being pressed further and further back towards the wall. In fact, even when his back hit the hard barrier, he barely felt it…No, it seemed all he could really feel were Itachi's lips on his.

So it really wasn't all that surprising when he wasn't the one to pull away, but it was the elder of their clan. Itachi was looking at him with that same unreadable expression, and for once Sasuke wished that his brother wasn't a lifeless killing doll…He really wanted to see half the emotion in those eyes that he knew were reflected in his own.

Itachi reached out, trailing the backside of his hand delicately down the younger's cheek, and being too much of whore to resist, Sasuke leaned into the touch. “I didn't think you remembered that day…or rather I would have thought you would have blocked it out,” the Akatsuki said with a smirk, obviously trying to goad his brother into a reaction…it wouldn't work.

The bastard may think he knew everything about him, but Sasuke was quickly learning that he knew quite a few things about Itachi as well. “How could I?...It was our first kiss after all.” The younger smirked. “I'd like to say you were my first over all, but then you didn't get that pleasure.”

Well that did it, Itachi's eyes flooded red as the hand wrapped around his waist tightened to an almost unbearable level. He knew this would happen, Itachi never did do well with sharing. Even when they were younger, he had always hit him whenever he would borrow one of his toys. …And to borrow his almost-lover, well that was unforgivable.

Sasuke let out his laughter, letting it reverberate off the lifeless walls, making it seem all the more biting in the dark. He saw red eyes narrow, and couldn't keep the smirk of triumph off of his face. “Relax, niisan…you were my first.” The boy leaned forward, embracing the elder and letting his lips settle against the shell of his ear. “You were the only one to touch me in such a way that corrupted my very soul.”

The hold on his hip lessoned, and a hand came up to cup his chin, tilting it upwards so that their eyes met. “As it should be,” Itachi stated, before once again connecting their mouths in a heated kiss.

As Itachi distracted him with his lips, his hands were busy elsewhere. Warm fingers tantalizingly snuck up Sasuke's shirt, teasing at the smooth expanse of skin it found, and as those hands traveled north, Sasuke could feel a definite tightening down south

Continuing to torture him slowly, Itachi fingers reached a perked nipple, twirling the pink stub with his thumb before pinching it. Sasuke couldn't help but scowl at the way that action caused a cocky smirk to come onto the sadistic bastard's face when he heard the sharp gasp escape his throat.

Though that gasp was such a tiny thing compared to the throaty moan that left his throat when Itachi's hips came forward, grinding their obvious arousals together in an almost teasing way.

That caused Itachi's lips to leave his, as he pulled back with an amused glint in his eyes. “My, my, otouto…what happened to pretending you didn't want this?”

Narrowing his eyes, Sasuke reached back behind him to support himself against the beam on the wall, and after he had a good hold, brought his legs to wrap around the other's waist, pulling him closer so that their erections once more grinded together. “Because you know I want this…so why bother pretending?”

That seemed to be all Itachi wanted to hear, because he was once more on him, attacking every piece of skin he could find along his neck as Sasuke used his newfound leverage to move up and down, continuously creating the friction between their thighs that he so desperately craved.

With every swipe of tongue Itachi made over his heated flesh, Sasuke could feel his body temperature rise higher and higher…he wouldn't be surprised if soon he just caught on fire. He was vaguely aware of how bad he was moaning, like a whore, when his aniki sank lower, raising his shirt up to lick at the vast amount of skin shown to him on his chest and stomach.

Though once Itachi swirled around his bellybutton, Sasuke remembered just why he had come here.

“He didn't, you know.” He felt his brother pause, and was glad for the lack of distraction. It really did seem Itachi could make him lose his mind with just one heated kiss. “Shisui never did what you thought he did.”

Sasuke wasn't the least bit surprised when Itachi grabbed the back of his thighs, unwrapped the legs from around him, and set him down on the floor so that he could get a good view of his face.

The Akatsuki didn't say anything for the longest time, letting his deadly silence do most of the talking for him, but after an intense staring match that Sasuke finally looked away from…he opened his mouth once again.

“…Don't,” was all he said, and yet the one word told the younger shinobi so very very much.

“Don't what?” Sasuke asked, not being able to keep the snide tone from his voice. “Don't tell you the truth? What's the matter, aniki…feeling guilty?” Itachi's eyes narrowed even further and Sasuke knew he had won in this little game of theirs…though there really was nothing like over kill, and the shinobi had a question on his mind that just begged to be answered. “Tell me, niisan. Did you kill Shisui to get the Mangekyo…” He paused, letting a half smirk come to his face. “Or did you kill him because you thought he touched me?”

He let a sadistic smirk cover his face when he saw Itachi's nails dig deep into his palms, and that smirk only grew when he watched the little droplets of blood fall unnoticed onto the floor. “What's the matter, aniki? I thought you just killed Shisui for power.” He reached out, wiping a stray hair from his brother's face. “Isn't that the same reason you also killed our mother and father? Isn't that the same reason you killed our entire clan?”

Sasuke was really starting to feel good about how far he had seemed to knock his brother down, but any good feeling that was ever in his heart faded when he watched the black commas in Itachi's eyes start to swirl, coming together to form what looked like a windmill…the Mangekyo Sharingan.

Without another thought Sasuke shut his eyes, praying to whoever might be listening that he hadn't made his brother mad enough that he used Tsukuyomi on him. He didn't want to go back there again! He didn't want to go to that world of black and red that showed him nothing but death.

“Itachi, please...” Sasuke pleaded, not above begging when it came to this. He didn't want to smell the blood…he didn't want to hear his sobs for one of the only people he had ever cared about to spare his life.

A shiver traveled down his spine when he felt hands slip underneath his shirt, stroking his bare skin and causing his still closed eyes to roll back in pleasure…though he would never say he liked the feeling when combined with the fear that Itachi would mind torture him at any moment.

“Tell me, otouto, where did that cockiness from just a moment ago disappear to?” Itachi taunted, his warm breath tickling the younger's earlobe. “Why is it now that your whole body is trembling… Could it be fear?”

Sasuke never said the word, trying to clench his jaw and stop his limbs from shaking. He shouldn't have let himself get so bold…he should have known Itachi would react like this! He couldn't go back there…he couldn't!

“To think my presence causes the same reaction in the hearts of so many others… Isn't that power intoxicating?” Sasuke cried out when Itachi grabbed at his crotch, slowly kneading the flesh so that blood rushed down to his lower anatomy. “Wouldn't it get you off to know that you can cause anyone you meet to tremble at the sight of you?”

The younger Uchiha's trembling only increased, though this time it was for completely different reasons. Itachi's treacherous hand undid the clasp to his shorts, unzipping them and letting them fall unnoticed to the floor so that he now only stood there in boxers with his increasingly growing erection tented for all to see.

“I wouldn't be bragging about such a fact, bastard… Only you would be twisted enough to get off on the fears of others.” Itachi gave a cold laugh, letting his hand trail up the boy's inner thigh, teasingly avoiding the area Sasuke craved for him to touch.

“Perhaps…But then again I'm not the one who gets a hard on being touched by their brother…so tell me, otouto, who's really the twisted one here?” Sasuke winced at the assumption. The worst part of all was that Itachi was absolutely right. The Konoha shinobi let a groan escape his throat when Itachi's fingers traveled to the tip of his barely restrained erection, slightly flicking the tip and causing stars to dance in front of his vision. “I'd tell you to the look at just how twisted you've become, but then again you're still too terrified to even open your eyes.” The Akatsuki leaned in, letting his breath reverberate off the younger's lips. “Your weakness disgusts me.”

“I hate you…” Sasuke managed to moan out as Itachi's hand played at the waistband of his pants before slipping inside and grabbing at his heated flesh. He let his head loll back against the wall as Itachi gave him his greatest sin.

Burning hot kisses were placed on his neck as Itachi nipped at every bit of flesh he could get his teeth on while simultaneously stroking the younger to the point where Sasuke was sure he would lose his mind.

Though his was brought out of his haze by the high-pitched scream that reverberated through the walls. His eyes did snap open then, catching sight of the Mangekyo staring lustfully back at him.

“Ino!” Sasuke cried, pushing Itachi away from him to go check on the two shinobi he had left to fend for themselves against the other Akatsuki member. He didn't get very far away from the wall though. Two hands suddenly connected with his chest, pushing him roughly back.

The back of his head collided with the wall, making his head swim for a moment so that he could do little to resist when Itachi grabbed both of his hands, forcing them above his head as he crashed their lips together once again.

Itachi's lips harshly kneaded into his own, forcing him into a somewhat painful kiss that Sasuke tried to hesitantly respond to. He found he was liking this aggressive side of Itachi, and he actually moaned into the lip lock when he opened his mouth, only to have the elder slightly bite down on his tongue, so that blood commingled with their own tastes.

His fear for Ino and Shikamaru's safety was quickly forgotten when his niisan pulled away, taking off his cloak and laying it on the ground before grabbing the back of Sasuke's thighs and hosting him up so that his legs wrapped around his brother's waist.

His eyes shut once again as their lips found each other's when Itachi laid them both upon the cloak. Even if his brother wasn't using the jutsu on him, he still hated to look into those eyes…They were evil, and at times like these he liked to lie to himself and pretend that Itachi was anything but.

The Akatsuki's kisses left his lips to travel down his neck, and Sasuke gave a grunt of displeasure when the elder's hands came to the neckline of his shirt, ripping it apart without even a second thought. “Bastard!” Sasuke grumbled. Why was it that every time he was around Itachi the asshole had to ruin all of his clothes? Did he even think to realize how that looked to people who saw him afterwards?!

His worries were soon forgotten, however, when Itachi bit down on a nipple, making a surge of pleasure travel down his spine, shooting straight towards the aching hard-on between his legs.

Sasuke bent his legs at the knee, reaching down to fist a hand in silky black hair, pulling it taught against the owner's scalp as his boxers were removed by Itachi, using only his teeth. The very sight of the Akatsuki slipping his boxers down past his knees to pool at his ankles was erotic enough to make his cock twitch, spilling some precum down the side in his excitement.

Itachi seemed pleased by this reaction, because a smirk came to his face as he ran a hand tantalizingly down his body. “I want you to look in my eyes,” the elder Uchiha commanded. “If you can do such a simple task then I'll return the favor from the other day.”

A blush covered his face as he remembered just what that favor was. He could still feel Itachi's length sliding in and out of the wetness of his mouth…He could still taste the lingering essence on his lips….and gods how he wanted to feel Itachi do the same to him.

Steadying his breath, Sasuke picked himself up so that he was leaning against his elbows, and with a feeling of dread about what was to come, he looked down into Itachi's windmill like eyes… how he hated those eyes.

Though he kept his eyes on Itachi's, praying that he didn't use Tsukuyomi. A half smirk came to the murderer's face, as he leaned down letting his tongue snake out to give one sultry lick to his tip. “Well, you certainly are eager for this…yet I can still see the fear reflected in your eyes. Though I suppose my eyes aren't near as threatening when there is a possibility of pleasure, are they now?”

“Fucker…” Sasuke mumbled dejectedly, knowing Itachi was absolutely right. “Just do it.” He pushed his pride to the side, as he always did with his brother. There was no point trying to keep pride around him, because he would just strip it from you regardless of the fight you put up.

Seemingly satisfied with this, Itachi leaned down once again, placing the tip in between his lips and slightly sucking. That of course caused Sasuke to lose it. While still keeping himself supported by his elbows, he let his head fall back in a moan at the sensuous feeling that came from such a thing.

Though his position didn't last for long, because Itachi reached out with one hand, tugging his spikes so that Sasuke's head snapped back up. “Watch…I want you to watch what you're allowing me to do to you.”

That was probably the most erotic thing Itachi had ever asked of him, and he bit back his fear of the Mangekyo Sharingan in favor of watching that hot sultry tongue once more snake out, licking the underside of his cock, before wrapping around the tip.

Sasuke's onyx eyes clouded over in lust as his senses went on overload just watching those lips cover his tip, before dipping lower and lower, finally encasing his entire length in wet heat.

“Oh gods…niisan…Uh!” Sasuke moaned when those lips came back up, only to go back down the next moment. Itachi's eyes never left his, and the Uchiha picked himself up even more, determined to get a better look at the sexy spectacle while trying to control himself so that this moment would last…He wasn't doing very well on the latter.

No, in fact, every time Itachi's came back up and then back down, Sasuke could feel his control slipping more and more. As a matter of fact he could feel the warmth bubbling in his stomach, and knew it wouldn't be long before he released…well that is until something else distracted him.

He couldn't help but give a cry in both surprise and pain when he felt something penetrate his entrance, and with shock he looked down to see that Itachi had used one finger to enter him.

Panting to try to get used to the feeling, his hand clenched around the hair in his fist, his body on overload at the amount of pleasure that was coursing through his veins. That pleasure only increased when Itachi added another finger…the same finger he wore his Akatsuki ring on.

This time Sasuke cried out in pain as the foreign metal added extra girth to stretch him, rubbing the cold against his insides. It was almost unbearable, and the feeling only seemed to increase when Itachi started to slowly thrust in and out.

The Akatsuki timed his thrusts with how fast his mouth was moving, and soon they were in a steady rhythm. Though Sasuke wanted it to be anything but…especially when Itachi's ring ghosted against something inside of him that made him see white!

“Ah…It feels…Uh!” He couldn't make coherent sentences anymore, and he watched Itachi's eyebrow raise at the reaction, before thrusting his fingers back in again, rubbing his ring up against the bundle of nerves inside of him that made him want to lose his mind.

It was all too much! He couldn't take this anymore! He had never felt so close to losing it just by the amount of pleasure he was receiving, and he really thought that if Itachi didn't stop soon he really would go crazy. The elder's speed increased, holding Sasuke's chin tightly in his hand to make sure he was watching the whole ordeal.

He was enjoying this…the bastard. All thoughts left the younger's head as Itachi thrust roughly in, curling around his ring so that it scraped up against his prostate, and he couldn't take it anymore…it was just too much He screamed, shooting his essence into the older Uchiha's awaiting mouth as he came.

Itachi continued to suck, milking every last spasm from his body. Sasuke tried to steady his breathing as his length slowly left the other's mouth. Still supported by his elbows, he couldn't help but lean into the Akatsuki as he crawled up his body to connect their mouths in a kiss.

Sasuke moaned as their lips connected, wrapping his arms around Itachi's neck as the elder let the essence he had just collected disperse evenly between their mouths. The spiky haired Uchiha continued to knead their mouths together as they snowballed, not caring about the stray traces of cum that slipped from their lips.

They finally broke away, and when they did Sasuke was smiling lazily. He looked into Itachi's Mangekyo eyes, for once not fearing them. Though his elated feeling didn't last very long, for as he was looking into his brother's eyes, he saw behind him the shark-like creature, Kisame, standing there, looking on in amusement from the entrance.

Seeing the terrified look in the exhausted Uchiha's face, Itachi smirked, before reaching out to wipe the sweaty bangs from the younger's face. “You're early,” he said coldly, not looking at his comrade just yet and instead concentrating on his little brother.

Kisame gave a laugh. “Yeah? Well I didn't realize it would take so long for you to…err…distract him,” the blue-skinned man said with amusement. “Besides…I got what we were after.” That said the Akatsuki member held up an old dusty scroll, and in seeing it, Sasuke's eyes narrowed to slits.

Itachi had used him…He had done those things just to distract him from the real scroll! And like an idiot, he had fallen for it! “You Ba-Mmmppff!” was all Sasuke got out as Itachi's lips on his interrupted him mid rant.

“Don't look so angry, otouto. After all you got what you wanted…didn't you?” With that said Itachi sat up, and blushing, Sasuke pulled the cloak he had left him on around him to conserve some of his dignity…which seeing as how Kisame had found him wasn't very much.

“What about the others?” Itachi asked, obviously referring to Ino and Shikamaru. Sasuke let the guilt and shame bubble inside of him to think that he had done nothing to help them….No, instead he had allowed himself to play right into Itachi's hands…again.

Giving a sadistic grin, Kisame reached around the doorway, grabbing onto two shirt collars and tossing the unconscious Konoha shinobis in front of him like they were nothing but rag dolls.

“Uh…” he heard Shikamaru moan, clearly waking up. Sasuke's eyes widened in fear at just the prospect. He couldn't allow him to see him this way! He couldn't allow anyone to see the pathetic wretch Itachi had made him!

Though he couldn't get his body to move, not even when Shikamaru shakily pushed his body up so that he was weakly supporting himself on his arms. “Sasuke?” he asked, barely awake. “What are you…” Feeling nothing but absolute shame as Shikamaru took in the sight, he couldn't help but pull the cloak even tighter around him.

He turned a glare to his brother, feeling nothing but hatred seeping out of his very soul. “Filthy... Disgusting...”he spat. He never even imagined Itachi would do something like this, and that was what hurt the most. The fact that he had let himself give some hope to the one person that had stolen all his hope in the past.

Itachi said nothing as he walked over to where Shikamaru was shakily trying to push himself to his feet, obviously sporting a few broken ribs, not to mention a wound bleeding at his temple. As if he weighed nothing, the Uchiha lifted the chunin from the ground, bringing him up to face his eyes that still held the Mangekyo.

Sasuke's eyes widened…he wouldn't. “Itachi, no!” the boy once again pleaded, though this time for someone else's sake and not his own. Even if Shikamaru had seen him in such a vulnerable and disgraceful moment, he wouldn't wish that fate on anyone.

Though it seemed Itachi was out of mercy, for as his windmill eyes began to swirl a scream of absolute suffering tore through Shikamaru's throat. Feeling pathetic, Sasuke tightened his hold on the cloak around him, knowing there was nothing he could do for the shinobi. Shikamaru's body thrashed in his brother's hold as his throat tore from his cries of anguish…God only knew what the bastard was doing to him.

“Stop it!” he yelled. “Itachi, let him go!” Scoffing, his brother dropped the body to the ground, and Sasuke noticed how Shikamaru slipped immediately back into unconsciousness.

Immediately crawling to Shikamaru's side, Sasuke checked his vitals, and gave a sigh in relief to find him still breathing. Though that didn't make it any better. Letting the Sharingan flood his eyes, he turned furious eyes up towards the two Akatsuki. “Why!?” he growled.

“I was answering your question from before.” Sasuke's fury somewhat faded, as he dared a glance into Itachi's eyes, which had faded back to their normal Sharingan. “Now you know exactly why I killed Shisui.”

Whatever retort he might have had died in his throat the moment he heard that, and all he could do was stare glassy-eyed in the distance. Itachi had done that to Shikamaru, because of the stupid comment he had made to try to one-up his brother from before about Shisui…This was his fault. This was all his fault! He glanced lifelessly up to where the Akatsuki were standing, but they had disappeared. Sasuke shook his head slowly in disbelief as he glanced around to survey the damage. His clothes lay scattered around the blood spattered room as Ino and Shikamaru still lay unconscious, while the fake scroll meant to divert him from Kisame flapped from the wind entering the shrine from the open door. Itachi had done all this, and yet…somehow…it was all his fault. In what way would he ever explain this to everyone when he got them home?

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A.N- YAy! YAy for chapter 4! And yay for my story and its now plot…yep I'm a genius and now have the best storyline ever planned out…yay! …Well I hoped you guys enjoyed, and PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!!!

…and of course thank your to my very busy beta who still finds time out of her busy schedule to be a slave to an evil harpy such as me! Lol