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The Never Played Symphonies

 

 

Chapter 6: You Corrupt Me

 

A headache unlike any other he had ever felt in his entire life pounded his skull mercilessly, and it seemed like every single thing in his apartment, regardless that they were inanimate objects, hummed high voltage tunes. His air conditioner roared like a wild beast, his leaky faucet boomed as if it were dripping whole oceans, and the snoring next to his ear reverberated in his head, making his brain flair and want to explode.

 

Sasuke paused in his mental tirade about how this world was way too noisy to consider his last thought… Had he really just thought something about... snoring?

 

It was only then that he felt two arms wrapped securely around his waist and the mess of scratchy yet soft hair buried underneath his arm. His mouth fell open in disbelief.

 

It couldn't be…he hadn't... Turning fearful coal eyes to the body nestled in his armpit, he saw a mess of golden spikes, and everything came rushing back.

 

Oh shit! He couldn't believe he had been so stupid! He gave a groan at his own idiocy, and unwrapping the blond dobe from his side, gave him a harsh prod to the ribs, thinking it was better to just get this over and done with so that he could go crawl into a hole later.

 

Naruto grumbled something in his sleep, before reaching out and trying to bury himself further into Sasuke's warmth. The Uchiha's eyebrow twitched slightly in annoyance…so he was a cuddler…go figure.

 

Sasuke tried poking the huddled mass one more time, which only got Naruto to burrow in further, and this time it was a little too close to an area where he didn't exactly want to be burrowed in to. With a blush staining his pale cheeks, Sasuke finally lost his patience and tried to use the yelling approach. “Dobe get your ass up!”

 

Well that did it. With a start, Naruto had jumped all the way up on the bed and let out an ear-piercing scream at the sudden awakening. Once more blushing, Sasuke began to immediately regret his decision, not only because that ungodly noise that came out of the blond's mouth had sent a lightning bolt of pain throughout his head, but also because now Naruto's morning woody happened to be staring him right in the face.

 

At a loss for words, Sasuke could do nothing but stare in horror, and at seeing his shocked face, Naruto's eyes slowly traveled downwards, catching sight of exactly what had caught the Uchiha's attention.

 

Letting out yet another scream, Naruto scrambled to cover up, using first his hands and then making a grab for the sheets and wrapping himself up like a mummy as the color rose up his body and to his cheeks. The dobe pointed an accusing finger at his friend, shaking from both embarrassment and anger. “YOU RAPED ME!”

 

The Uchiha was about to insult the other ninja and make him sink into an even further pit of embarrassment, but at such an accusation his hackles rose. “Like I would ever willingly rape you!”

 

He didn't know it was even possible, but Naruto's face brightened even further. “You bastard!” He tightened his make-shift toga. “I'm leaving, and just so you know I would never do anything willingly with you either, because you're a jerk…and…and…you smell funny!” Naruto shot angrily, jumping off the bed and stalking angrily towards the door.

 

Scowling, Sasuke ran a hand through his messy spikes, knowing he had to fix this before the dobe left his room. After all, he had a mission and this would more than likely be the last time he ever saw him. He couldn't very well let it end on the terms of who raped who.

 

Grabbing his discarded pajama pants, Sasuke pulled them over his naked form, making sure to grab Naruto's clothes that lay strewn across the room as well. Feeling extra generous he even took the time to grab that ridiculous nightcap. Well if he were being honest he would have to say it wasn't so much generosity as not wanting such a hideous thing in his apartment any longer than necessary.

 

“Dobe!” he called, racing down the hall and following the tails of his stolen bedsheets. “Oi! Dobe, wait up!” The shinobi didn't pause in his hasty retreat, and Sasuke actually had to run just to grab his elbow and stop him before he escaped out the front door.

 

The blond didn't turn around, and Sasuke actually had to force him to face him. When he did though he felt horrible about his earlier comment when they were in bed, because the look of hurt on the dobe's face made his heart ache.

 

“Just let me leave, Sasuke-teme!” he tried to shoot back haughtily, but his voice held less bite than it normally did.

 

Giving him a half smile, the Uchiha handed the pile of clothes he had collected over to his comrade, not at all surprised when they were practically ripped out of his hands the next moment. “Listen, Naruto…” he started, not really having much experience in these sorts of things. “I just want you to know that I did have fun last night.” He turned his eyes to the side, suspiciously avoiding the blonde's gaze. “It was great…” He took a deep breath, all but choking on his next words. “…You were great.” A blush stained his cheek as his eyes came back to face the now smirking blond. “For a dobe that is.”

 

A cocky smirk covered Naruto's face, and all the hurt was now officially gone from his features. “Oh yeah?” he asked, and Sasuke was once again reminding himself never to pay Naruto a compliment, due to the fact that even the smallest amount of praise went straight to his head. “Well…you weren't so bad yourself.”

 

Sasuke raised an eyebrow at that, taking in the other shinobi's playful demeanor. “What happened to feigning ignorance about what happened last night?” the Uchiha asked, already knowing the answer by how Naruto's hand came to slightly rest on his hip.

 

“Well, it seems my amnesia's clearing up…it probably has to do with the fact that you're actually wearing clothes now,” the boy laughed, and not being able to help himself, Sasuke gave a small chuckle of his own.

 

He didn't know if it was just the situation, or if he really was starting to lose his mind, but he found the need to join in on the playful repartee Naruto had started. “Yeah, well I've been told that my naked body always does tend to make people lose their minds.”

Onyx eyes stared unflinchingly into Naruto's, letting a wave of seriousness wash over the room. It stayed like that for quite some time, before each of their faces began to crack in their unsaid staring contest. Naruto broke into a fit of laughter, and Sasuke let a smile light up his face as the dobe's head fell to his shoulder amongst his giggles.

 

The Uchiha let him stay like that, snuggled into his shoulder and laughing until he wore himself out, but even after the laughter stopped Naruto didn't move from his place.

 

Sasuke's happiness fell. He shouldn't have done what he did with Naruto the night before. It wasn't fair to his friend, because he couldn't be the one to give him what he wanted. Not only that, but now that he had given him a taste…he was going to have to disappear out of his life for what could be forever with no more of an explanation than the fact that he had to trust him.

 

He let his arms fall to Naruto's hips, circling around them and pulling him in for an awkward embrace. “You do remember what I told you last night, right?” he asked, referring to when he had told him he was going away and asked him not to follow.

 

Naruto lifted his head, staring into the shinobi's dark eyes. “Yeah, I remember…that doesn't mean I have to like it, though.”

 

“You'll live with it, though,” Sasuke said, dropping his arms from around the boy's waist. “You have to.” Naruto gave a solemn nod, and before Sasuke even had a chance to react lips crashed roughly against his.

 

The kiss came as such a shock that the Uchiha's mouth fell open, giving Naruto's tongue ample opportunity to slip inside. Hesitantly kissing back, Sasuke allowed the clumsy kiss to go on for a few more seconds before slowly pulling back from the overexcited blond.

 

He looked quizzically at Naruto as the blond rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. “Well, I'm gonna go!” he shot hastily, and Sasuke would have thought he had once again upset him if he hadn't paused on his way out and turned around with that same arrogant look on his face. “Later, Sasuke-teme!”

 

Giving a small wave, Sasuke stared puzzled as the blond ran excitedly down his hallway and out of the entranceway to his building. Naruto could be so weird sometimes. The kid just seriously needed to cut back on his caffeine intake…that's all there was to it.

 

Shutting the door, Sasuke let his head slump against it. The headache that had originally woken him up had only steadily continued to get worse, and he didn't know if it was a hangover, or because he had once again succeeded in doing something else to fuck up his life.

How could he do that with Naruto? He had just used his friend in the worst way possible to try to replace the one person he really wanted to do such things with. No matter how much he tried, he couldn't get that bastard out of his system, and if last night was anything to go on, no one else could compare. And now…now he had to go seek the traitor out and beg to join his entourage.

 

Sasuke shook his head as he pressed it further into the cool wood. He couldn't believe that he was going to beg to join the person who had ripped his life away. Though he supposed willingly getting finger fucked by him wasn't that much better. At least with this his conscience could tell him that he was doing it for Konoha...if he still had a conscience, that is. Taking in all of his recent actions he would really have to question whether it was still there.

 

Stretching his back, Sasuke thought it was high time he came up with a plan on how to pull off the insane mission that was assigned to him, but there was no need to, because his mission happened to have come to him. His eyes widened as his sensed the presence behind him, and he cursed himself for not having a weapon on hand to defend himself with. Without turning around and alerting him that he knew of his presence, Sasuke scanned the area, the closest thing he could find to a weapon was a jar of peanut butter that for some reason Naruto had deemed fit to bring over the night before. So in other words…he was screwed.

 

“Are we really going to play this `Does he know?' game? If so, you should know it's futile.” Sasuke's face cringed as the cold voice lanced through the air. “Your body stiffened the moment you were able to sense me, which I might add, was pathetically late.” Now it could just be his imagination, but the tone in his voice sounded much angrier than usually, which considering Itachi never showed emotion, was a very bad sign.

 

Taking a breath to steady himself, Sasuke tried to plan out in his mind just what the hell he was going to do to get out of this situation as he slowly turned around, coming face to face with his brother. All strategy flew out the window once he caught sight of Itachi, comfortably lounging in his chair, just looking calmly up at him. Or rather that's how it appeared, but judging by how tense he seemed to be gripping the arms of the chair, and the fact that the windmills of the Magekyo Sharingan had already invaded his eyes, Sasuke would have to say that his brother was indeed pissed. That was when the overwhelmingly frightening thought occurred to him… What if Itachi had seen him with-!?

 

“Figured it out, did we?” Apparently Sasuke's eyes widening had been enough to give away just what he was thinking, or at least to anyone like Itachi. Though just because he was now aware his brother had witnessed the entire thing, that didn't make the situation any less terrifying… After all, he hadn't forgotten the message the bastard had asked Shikamaru to pass along about when it came to touching what was his.

 

“It's not what you think!” he immediately shot out, and upon seeing those haunting eyes narrow almost immediately he once more was quick to the defense. “It was an accident!” Why…why the hell did he have to get Naruto involved!? Horrendous pictures of the dobe's mangled body floating facedown in some dirty river came to his mind, and he vowed right then and there that he would never let Itachi lay a hand on him due to his mistakes.

 

However, at the moment it wasn't Naruto's safety he was worried about. With cat-like grace Itachi got out of the chair, silently walking closer and closer to the one he had deemed his prey. “What…” Itachi asked snidely, hands motioning about mockingly. “He tripped and you fell?”

 

“I…” Sasuke tried, all the while not being able to stop himself from taking a step backwards so that his back hit the wall as Itachi continued to progress. Though when his back did collide with the barricade he realized just how cowardly he was acting and immediately narrowed his eyes at his bastard of a brother's assumption. “I don't have to explain myself to you. You don't own me, and it's none of your business who I fuck!”

 

Scanning the apartment once more to try to find something to throw at the bastard, Sasuke came to a sad revelation... he was seriously starting to consider chucking the peanut butter at his siblings face in some pathetic attempt to escape unscathed. However, he never got the chance to act out his battle plan because before he could even blink a warm body was pressed up against his own person, strong hands gripping his wrists, and forcing them almost painfully above his head.

 

“Wrong,” Itachi hissed, leaning in close so that his mouth was right up against the younger one's ear. “I want you to know that if it was anyone other than the kyuubi that I saw your lips against he'd be dead already.” A shudder racked Sasuke's spine when a hand slid down his bare side, coming to rest on his lower back. “As it is…” he whispered huskily. “I only have you to alleviate my frustrations on.”

 

Growling at the assumption, Sasuke pushed against his restraints, only to once more be pushed back against the wall. He couldn't believe this was happening again. Why was it that every time he was around Itachi he always ended up being pushed up against something with his arms above his head? The sick bastard definitely had bondage issues.

 

“Forgive me if I don't feel like being your punching bag,” Sasuke sneered, struggling against his brother's superior strength.

 

“But you're such an easy target,” Itachi shot back, not hesitating in planting a punch in Sasuke's stomach, causing the younger Uchiha to double over in pain.

 

Sasuke wasn't sure, but he thought that with just that one hit his brother had succeeded in crushing every single one of his organs.

 

“Asshole!” Sasuke wheezed, trying his hardest not to cough up the blood that he knew had to be bubbling up in his esophagus from the bastard's deadly strike. He hugged his arms to his stomach, trying his hardest to get the air back into his lungs.

 

Pushing himself up, he lifted his head up to glare at said asshole, and almost gave a sigh of relief to see that he had backed away from the door and headed further into the apartment. Now if he was at all smart he would have headed out the door and ran away as far as possible, and yet he didn't. No, instead he followed his brother back towards the kitchen like the tagalong that he was.

 

Not only was he falling into his customary role of Itachi's tagalong, but at seeing the elder walk away from him he once again felt the need to explain himself. “Nothing happened…we were drunk.”

 

Itachi turned around, and Sasuke reveled in how the red Mangekyo was now absent from his eyes, only to be replaced by cold black. “So which is it, were you drunk or did nothing happen?”

 

Not being able to give the answer that he knew the elder wanted, Sasuke settled with once more getting angry. “What difference does it make?” he hissed. “Either way will have the same result… Now, I assume you came here for a reason. What do you want?”

 

Never being one for words, Itachi let his actions answer the question as his fingertips fell to the hem of his black mesh shirt, slipping it over his head slowly so that Sasuke could watch enthralled as his well defined abdomen and chest slowly came into view.

Forcing his eyes away from the breathtaking sight, Sasuke clenched his fists in anger, stalking over to stand in front of the arrogant bastard. “Do you really think that just cause you're in the mood that I'll spread my legs and let you inside!?” He pushed at his brother's chest, reveling in the warmth that traveled through his fingertips. “Get. Out.”

 

Such a statement didn't seem to affect Itachi in the least; as a matter of fact he continued with his provocative show and unbuttoned his pants.

 

Sasuke's eyes widened. No. He wouldn't let this happen again. His mission could be damned. He would not let Itachi keep using him in this way!

 

“I said get out!” he screamed, throwing a punch that was easily avoided. Growling, he dropped to the floor, trying to kick the legs out from under the haughty bastard. His teeth clenched in anger when he felt his ankle grabbed, and he didn't even have time to react as his body was spun around and without mercy tossed up against the wall so that his forehead smashed up against the plaster, leaving a smear of blood on his previously immaculate walls.

 

He moaned as blood seeped down into his eyes, and as he reached up he felt the spongy open wound just above his eyebrow. Sasuke's head was spinning in protest and a disabling dizziness washed over him so that he couldn't even pick himself up. Though he wasn't given long to contemplate his new injuries because two arms scooped him up and slammed him roughly on his counter top, with one hand twisted painfully behind him as he stared up at his brother from his back.

 

Head still spinning, Sasuke winced as he reached up with his still free hand and tried to stop the bleeding. He was a little too busy with his head trauma to notice Itachi undoing the tie to his pants, but he did notice when the drawstring was ripped out altogether. He would have asked him what the hell he was doing, but his niisan's intentions became fairly obvious when he grabbed the hand holding his eye and stretched it above his head, quickly wrapping it with the string and then tying the other end to the grill on his stove.

 

Sasuke tugged at his arm, but it seemed his brother had a real knack for tying things so one couldn't escape so easily. It didn't help any matters that his other arm was still twisted painfully behind his back as a hard body pressed into his…and he did mean hard in every sense of the word.

 

His back arched in a moan as Itachi brought his pants down past his waist and the cool air nipped at his sensitive flesh. Just the feeling of that bulge pressing hard against his now bare ass was enough to send blood pooling into his cock, making it ache as the Akatsuki grinded against his body, mouth coming to rest right next to his ear.

 

“Did he let you eat his ass?” his brother asked cruelly, switching from one ear to the next ever so slowly so that their lips slightly brushed in-between. “Did he let you suck his cock?” Sasuke gasped as a hand settled around his throat, restricting all of the air that was allowed in to and out of his lungs as Itachi's cruel eyes leveled with his. “Never. Again.” Two words, and yet they held so much meaning behind them that all Sasuke could do was slightly nod as his vision began to fade to black.

 

His throat was released moments before he passed out, and as he glared up at the bastard who had just tried to kill him his vision was filled with multi-colored speckles. He wheezed air into his lungs, kicking out to try to inflict some sort of damage to his attacker.

 

Lifting up his neck, Sasuke glared daggers at the slightly smirking bastard. “Fucker!” he screamed. “Just what the hell do you want from me!? Do you want me to tell you I'm yours…Do you want me to tell you that after he passed out on top of me and I had to finish myself off all I could think of was you!”

 

Apparently amongst his slew of words Itachi heard what he wanted to, because in the next moment Sasuke was forcefully shut up as a pair of lips covered his own. He was slammed back into the counter as a body crawled on top of his, devouring his mouth as his free hand explored every crevice of him while the other still kept the younger one's arm twisted behind him.

 

Sasuke didn't resist in kissing back, as a matter of fact his legs wrapped around the elder's waist, pulling him all the more closer as Itachi's lips fell to his neck, sending a surge of pleasure down his spine so that it shot out his toes.

 

“Aniki…” he moaned as Itachi bit down on a hard nipple, being none-too-gentle as his hand came down to cup his ass. Sasuke's back arched off the counter, making their erections grind together…and the younger Uchiha actually gave a whine of disappointment when he realized Itachi was still clothed.

 

Itachi's hand left his ass, making a hot trail all the way up his body, well except the one spot he wanted him to touch. No, his hand bypassed that area, coming instead to rest on his lips, and with the look his brother was giving him Sasuke knew exactly what he wanted him to do.

 

Letting his tongue snake out from between his lips, Sasuke sensually ran it along Itachi's ring finger, loving the husky look the Akatsuki was giving him as he did so. After he had lightly coated the digit, he brought his head up, taking the entire thing into his wet cavern and sucking on them while using his head to make the finger bob in and out.

 

Leaning in closer, Itachi pressed another finger into that talented mouth, before withdrawing his now saliva coated appendages. Eyes never leaving his otouto's, those coated fingers traveled down his body, barely ghosting over his erection, before stopping at his entrance, playing with the tightened pink muscles he found there.

 

Sasuke's entire body was shivering by this time, already knowing what was going to come next. Itachi looked down at him with the face that not even the greatest experts could read. Strangely enough, he was sure he knew exactly what his niisan wanted. He nodded his head, stretching his neck up to touch their lips together as the first finger was slipped in.

 

He squirmed in pleasure as Itachi began to thrust in and out, not hesitating in adding yet another finger as he stretched him, all the while never breaking their kiss. Pleasure coursed through his veins the harder Itachi thrust, and when he hit that sensitive spot inside of him that made him see stars he really thought he might finally lose it.

 

His toes curled as he fought off the increasing pressure in his lower stomach, doing all he could to hold back the continuous moans that wanted to leave his mouth. “Niisan…Itachi…I'm gonna…I'm gonna…” Sadly what he was going to do never came because the fingers retreated, as did the body lying atop him.

 

Still dazed, he sat up, trying to figure out why he had left. Though when he saw him it wasn't too hard to figure out. Unzipping his pants, Itachi released his engorged erection, and Sasuke actually licked his lips when he saw a pearl of precum drip from the tip enticingly. Damn it, if he weren't tied up he'd walk forward and drop to his knees...

 

Itachi walked forward, and that's when everything finally registered to the younger Uchiha…they were really going to do this. After this there was no turning back. His arm finally being freed from behind his back, Sasuke stretched it out, holding it out to Itachi as he walked forward, and pulling him back down to his mouth.

 

The hardness pressed up against his ass, and Sasuke couldn't stop himself from biting down on the Akatsuki's lip as he pressed in the tip. Itachi pulled away, letting a droplet of blood from his lip drip down onto Sasuke's porcelain cheek.

 

Grabbing the back of his thighs, Itachi hoisted the younger one's legs up above his shoulders, and without a shred of compassion pushed all the way in to the hilt. Sasuke screamed, not even believing the pain that lanced up his spine.

 

“It hurts!” he cried, shutting his eyes and trying to stop the tears from falling down his face.

 

“Pain's part of it,” Itachi gasped out, and at hearing such a strained voice come out of the normally so put together shinobi Sasuke couldn't stop his eyes from fluttering open and taking in the Akatsuki's strained face as his mouth hung open in an almost pant. He had done that. He had broken the cold exterior shell around Itachi's being. He never wanted anyone else to see his brother this way…he wanted to be the only one his aniki ever made that face for. Was this why Itachi got so upset? Did he feel the same way?

 

However, all thought flew out of his head when Itachi slid almost all the way out of him, pushing back in and stretching his legs up over his head. He continued that way, all the while crushing their lips together as he thrust in and out.

 

The pain was slowly starting to fade, and in its place was a strange sensation he had never felt before. Then suddenly with one thrust Itachi rubbed up against something deep inside of him causing him to cry out in maddening pleasure.

 

It seemed Itachi knew he was doing something right because the next moment he shifted his body, angling each one of his thrusts to hit Sasuke's prostate. The youngest Uchiha was so close to completely losing it by then that his back arched completely off of the counter so that he was practically in a back bend with one hand still tied to the stove above his head.

 

He was so close, and judging by the pace Itachi was now taking on, he was close as well. He couldn't stop the mewls of pleasure from escaping his throat, and apparently they amused his lover because he saw a smirk crack his face as he continued to thrust.

 

Sasuke's hand wrapped around the grill, trying to grip anything to postpone what he could feel building in his stomach. With his free hand he reached out to his niisan wanting to have a hold of him while he experienced his moment of completion.

 

Unfortunately like most things, Itachi never gave him what he wanted. He batted the hand away, gripping the younger one's hips to an almost painful level as he thrust in hard and fast, and Sasuke couldn't hold it back anymore.

 

He screamed his lungs out when he felt Itachi's essence fill him, and just the sensation of knowing his seed was inside of him caused him to release as well, shooting all over both of their stomachs as he slumped back against the counter, exhausted and yet so much fulfilled.

 

He gave a groan as Itachi slipped out, and even though they were no longer physically connected he could still feel him inside. He always wanted that feeling…he never wanted it to go away. Sasuke wiped the sheen of sweat that was stinging his gashed eye as he sat up, watching Itachi start to redo his pants and for some reason he didn't want to lose the sight.

 

Ripping his hand free from his bindings, Sasuke didn't hesitate in springing from the counter, jumping towards the unsuspecting Akatsuki. “Niisan!” he shouted while pouncing forward and wrapping his arms and legs around Itachi who barely had time to catch him before they both fell backwards with Sasuke on top.

 

Sasuke panicked, trying to center all of his weight into a hindering hug in a pathetic attempt at keeping his brother in place. “Stay,” he whispered into an ear. He didn't care how desperate he sounded. He didn't care that he had thrown all of his moral inhibitions out of a random window and turned into weak schoolboy in front of the one person who he had wanted to grow strong for. All he cared about now was stopping him from going and leaving him feeling empty and alone yet again.

 

His hands found their way to Itachi's pants, undoing them once again and forcing them down past his hips. Itachi said nothing as he stared up at him in apparent amusement as Sasuke wrapped a hand around his member, stroking the elder until he felt the cock harden in his hand.

 

He leaned down, placing kiss after kiss on Itachi's lips. “I'm yours…only yours…I'll do whatever you want,” was the last thing he said before impaling himself upon his brother.

 

Sasuke threw his head back in a strained gasp at the initial pain but didn't let that stop him as he raised himself up only to plunge back down once again. Itachi grabbed onto his hips, leading him in his motions, making the most delicious sounds he had ever heard.

 

It didn't take long for either of them to find their second release, and Sasuke collapsed on top of him, clutching onto the bare flesh that made him lose his mind. He wanted to say he was putting on such an out of character act because of his mission, but he knew that wasn't the case. He was doing this solely because he wanted to.

 

Itachi was still inside him, and if he had any say in the matter he would stay like that always. It was like somehow when he was inside they were still young, and he didn't realize just how evil his older brother could be... had been...

 

He practically purred when a hand reached around, petting his sweaty spikes as he snuggled further into the body underneath. He ignored how much of a hypocrite he was for making fun of Naruto for doing the same thing earlier.

 

“Niisan?” Sasuke asked quietly, laying a kiss on his collarbone. “Take me with you,” he tried, knowing that he was probably going to get tossed against the wall again for his effort.

 

Sadly, he wasn't far off. Before he even had a chance to blink Itachi had pushed him off, settling him on the floor as he once more righted his pants. “Don't talk nonsense,” his brother bit out coldly, brushing off the life altering request as if he had asked for a piece of candy.

 

“I didn't think I was,” Sasuke hissed, reaching for the nearest thing to cover himself with, which happened to be a pillow from the sofa. “I'm strong enough to get into the Akatsuki.” That statement was meant to be serious, and yet when he said it he was only met with a cold, biting laughter.

 

“Foolish otouto…you never cease to amuse me.” The feeling of being whole faded only to be replaced by the overwhelming anger and hurt that always seemed to come whenever his brother was involved.

 

Keeping himself covered, Sasuke went back to his bedroom, grabbing the cloak from underneath the mattress and making sure to pick up the bastard's shirt on the way back. Not bothering to care how childish he was being, Sasuke chucked them at the elder's head, barely being able to see straight through his glare.

 

“Leave then!” he screamed. “Fuck me, leave me, and ruin my life in even more ways than you already have…you really seem to have a talent for it.” He grabbed at his pajama pants, pulling them on and scowling at how they fell almost completely off his hips because they were still missing their strings.

 

“Stop acting like a child,” Itachi said coldly. “Do you really think I'd be stupid enough to think that you would all of sudden want to betray your entire village and join us?” Sasuke scowled, crossing his arms and watching out of the corner of his eye as Itachi pulled on his shirt and cloak.

 

Fuck his feelings! If he could he would gut the bastard right now…now all he was concerned about was using this tiny window to try to get his mission underway. “Isn't this what you wanted?” Sasuke started. “Get strong and kill you…Don't you want me to get stronger?”

 

Itachi said nothing, and Sasuke raised an eyebrow in question. “You want me in the way you just had me.” He didn't ask it, because it wasn't a question. He could tell, and his brother did nothing to deny it. “Then why? I'm willing to give up everything for you! Let me come with you…” He walked over to Itachi, raising his hand to lightly stroke his cheek. “Let me be your weakness.” He used the words Itachi had said to him before, hoping it would bring some kind of compassion out of his cold, dead heart.

 

“There's a stone.” They had been standing there in silence for so long that he actually startled when he heard his brother speak.

 

“What?” Sasuke asked, not believing his ears that he hadn't instead heard some form of insult.

 

“In Konoha there is a special stone of incredible power. If you can get it I'll consider presenting you before Akatsuki's leader.”

 

Sasuke was so stunned by what he had heard that all he could do was stand there and stare. As a matter of fact he was stunned into silence even as Itachi slipped out without another word, leaving him there in his perplexion. When it finally hit him that what he had just heard was real, and that everything was actually happening he couldn't even hold up his weight. He collapsed upon the floor, shocked beyond belief and planning how he was going to get this so-called stone.

 

 

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A.N- Omg! My stories really coming along…it's all grown up! It's gone from a bunch of random smut scenes to a full blown story…with smut always included of course. Anyways what did you think? And I know itachi and sasuke were slightly ooc…but it was necessary…I promise I couldn't help it!

 

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