Naruto Fan Fiction / Naruto Shippuden Fan Fiction ❯ The Never Played Symphonies ❯ Of Conjugals and How to Use Them ( Chapter 9 )

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The Never Played Symphonies
 
 
Chapter 9: Of Conjugals and How to Use Them
 
 
One week! He had been left in this hellhole to rot for one whole week without even a sign of another living thing. No, he took that back. He supposed the rats that constantly crawled around in his cell had to count for something.
 
He was filthy, unbathed, hungry as hell, and he was pretty sure he smelled, and yet there was nothing for him to do about it but sit in his cramped prison and train. After all, isn't that the reason he had been locked up in the first place?
 
He was starting to think now that it was just all some big joke. They had locked him up here to rot, while they laughed about his slowly suffering form and how they had really gotten him with that whole `training' business. He wouldn't put it past them. If they were anywhere near as bastardly as his brother then he was sure they had all that planned out and so much more.
 
They had given him no food, and the only source of water he had was the seemingly constant drip from the ceiling that made a mildew smell fill the cell, adding to the already potent stench. At first he had refused to drink from such a source, but after a while the thirst took over him, and he found himself laying on his back, letting the water drip right down into his mouth as he greedily drank it in…Yet another embarrassment Itachi had forced him to undergo.
 
About two days ago he had grown too weak in his hunger for sufficient chakra control, and as he lay on the ground once again drinking the filthy water provided to him, he found that he was now too weak to do the self-mandated seven hundred push-ups a day. He needed food…there was only so long a person can go before they died from hunger!
 
Sasuke's stomach rumbled as he tried to massage away the pain. Hell, he was so hungry that he'd even accept some of Sakura's nasty sweets that she was always trying to force down his throat! Just the thought of some iced over goody that he normally would despise had his stomach rumbling once again, and he found that if he didn't get something to eat soon he would go insane! As much as he hated to think it, he was getting weaker by the day due to lack of food.
 
This was just not fair! He hadn't heard a whisper from any members of the Akatsuki since he had been unceremoniously spit out by that freak plant thing called Zetsu. Why the hell did such a thing exist anyways?...He had thought venuss flytraps were supposed to eat flies, not digest people until further notice!
 
He honestly wouldn't have been so bitter about it, but he was still covered in that same goo that had coated him and made him immobile. So not only was he filthy, unbathed, hungry as hell, and smelly….but he was sticky, too. Always the best combination a person can dream of getting stuck with for a week. He looked to his side, seeing the tail of a rat going into the wall. If this didn't end soon, he would seriously have to consider eating one…and such a thought dismayed the younger Uchiha to no end.
 
 
His head rolled to the side, taking in the burly rats appearance, seeing all the meat on his bones that was slowly but surely beginning to fade from Sasuke's own. He watched its claws lightly scratch on the pavement, digging up a few spare crumbs from the indentations and nibbled them in his mouth.
 
It was as he continued to watch the rodent that he began to fantasize about what it would look like cooked, steaming and delicious, providing his stomach with a meal to alleviate his hunger, a hunger that was driving him to near madness. He wondered, would it taste like chicken? It probably would... after all everything tasted like chicken.
 
Before he could do anything to stop it, he found himself actually licking his lips as he fantasized about the rat now staring him in the eye. He didn't know what possessed him to do it, but at yet another growl coming from his stomach he couldn't stop himself anymore and made a grab for the rat, catching it right before it could retreat back into its hole and holding up by its scruff so he could examine it.
 
The rat wiggled around in his hand, but he was so far gone by this point that all he could see was a chicken leg in its place. It looked so good! It was dripping with sauce, just begging to be eaten. His mouth began to water, and as he brought the rat closer he could practically feel how good it would taste on his tongue.
 
“Eating rats now, otouto?” Sasuke was so surprised by the voice that he must have jumped ten feet in the air, snapping out of his disturbing fantasy, and flinging the rat away from himself. Sasuke blushed a deep scarlet as he looked up from his spot on the floor to see Itachi staring down at him in disgust. “And here I thought you could sink no lower.”
 
Sasuke soon snapped out of his surprised state, only to go into the all too familiar pissed off one he associated with whenever Itachi was around. “No, I don't suppose I could. After all having your cock inside me is kind of hitting rock bottom, wouldn't you say, aniki?” he sneered, throwing the title Itachi always doted on him back in his face.
 
Itachi scoffed, seeming to brush off that comment as if it hadn't fazed him at all, and yet if the situation had been reversed the younger Uchiha knew that just that comment would have been enough to silence him for quite some time.
 
The Akatsuki reached out, letting his slim fingers rattle the bars as his ring clanged against the metal. His red eyes never left his younger brother's, and just the simple silence was more than enough to piss Sasuke off even more than any biting comment could.
 
“What are you doing here, Itachi?” he hissed, not at all liking the fact that the asshole caught him about to eat a rat. Why was it that they had left him alone for an entire week, but the one time he was about to lose it someone had to come along to point out his shame?
 
“I've brought you something,” Itachi stated, smirking a little as he stared evilly into the cage.
 
Already being able to read the elder's mind, Sasuke sat up, coming face to face with Itachi through the bars. “If it involves your dick, then allow me to say beforehand that I am not interested,” he growled out, for once being honest. There was no part of him that wanted to have sex right now, and if Itachi actually wanted to have sex with him in the state that he was in then he should be ashamed of himself.
 
Though, just because he had utterly dismissed anything that might have to do with his brother, didn't mean he wasn't a little curious what the covered bundle in his arms was for.
 
Itachi didn't look in the least bit miffed by the snotty comment. As a matter of fact all he did was give a shrug and reveal just what it was he was concealing. A ripe, juicy green apple seemed to glow in the dank dungeon, and at just the sight of it Sasuke could already taste the sweet juice sliding down his throat as he helped the hunger that had overwhelmed him.
 
“Well, if you don't want it, then I'll just take it away,” Itachi replied, covering up Sasuke's treasure once again and making a whine of protest escape the younger boy.
 
“Wait!” he cried out, throwing his pride to the side in lieu of greater rewards. He had been just about to eat a rat after all, and he didn't think biting his pride for one day would hurt. “Give it to me!” he practically begged, and when he saw Itachi slightly raise an eyebrow he knew just how dirty that sounded.
 
Smirking, Itachi walked forward, holding up the green apple, and carefully evading the fingers reaching out towards it. “You want it that badly, otouto?” he said provocatively. “Then tell me what exactly I get for being so generous.”
 
“You get to live!” Sasuke shot back almost immediately, not at all in the mood for their verbal banter today, not when he was about a hairs breath away from starving to death and the bastard was dangling food in front of his face as if it were a carrot.
 
“Oh?” the elder quipped, walking closer so that Sasuke could now smell Itachi's scent of many herbs and spices and the delectable mouth watering aroma that seemed to be permeating from the luscious fruit.
 
He couldn't stand it anymore. “Don't play with me, you bastard... You know what you get! Now just, if you ever had a compassionate bone in your body, give me the damn fruit!”
 
This seemed to be what Itachi wanted to hear, for the bastard took a bite out of the sinful treasure, and just the act alone was enough to almost send Sasuke over the edge. Sticky juices ran down the elder Uchiha's chin, coating him in a sweetness that Sasuke wanted no more than to lick off. As a matter of fact it was all he could think of, so much in fact that he never noticed the hand tilting his chin up... Well, that is, not until his lips were touching the soft fruit that Itachi had decided to share.
 
“Whoring yourself out for an apple now... Just what has become of you.” Sasuke ignored the comment, instead biting into the fruit and reveling in just how good it tasted as it slid over his tongue and down his throat, dropping into the empty barrel that was his stomach and prompting him to eat more, and he did, right out of Itachi's hand. In essence he was his brother's pet, and he was actually letting himself be fed through a cage, and if it were any other time he would have made a fuss, but at the moment he couldn't care less.
 
The pulpy flesh disappeared before his eyes as he ate down to the core, letting hunger completely take over as he pushed the core away and decided to lick off the stray juices that had dripped down Itachi's fingers and wrist, , not at all caring about how this looked, only caring about fulfilling his need for said fruit.
 
His tongue thoroughly cleaned each appendage, loving how Itachi's breath seemed to hitch when he took in his middle finger, lightly sucking and twirling his tongue around the tip.
 
Using his free hand, Itachi grabbed the younger's chin, retracting his saliva soaked finger from that mouth that had pretty much devoured it. “I've brought you something else. Now be a good boy and go sit down.”
 
After the food had been taken away from him, Sasuke's cooperative side began to rebel, and instead of doing as his brother asked of him he replied with a curt, “Fuck you.” That brisk response was cut off, however, when Itachi took away the sheet, revealing a water basin and some soap.
 
The young Uchiha's eyes went wide in realization. A bath!
 
“Give it to me!” Sasuke responded again, almost immediately, and cursed himself with how Itachi now seemed even more amused.
 
“Eager today, aren't we, otouto?” the elder quipped, wagging his finger as the steaming water revealed water molecules in the air. “Sit,” was the one word command, and as Sasuke smelled the fresh aroma coming from the bar of red soap he couldn't help but back up onto his cot and take a seat. He could be bitchy later, right now he needed to get the essentials that he had been so long without.
 
“Always eager for what you have to give me, aniki,” he snidely replied back with. “Now are you going to come give it to me, or do I have to do it myself?”
 
Sasuke tried to block out how utterly sexy it was to see Itachi lick his lips, and tried to keep up his sarcastic nature as his brother came closer to his cage. “Oh really? And how exactly is it that you would do it yourself?”
 
Putting on his best sex face, which was hard to do seeing as how it was covered in grime, Sasuke spread his legs, leaning over his body and motioning to Itachi while keeping his head tilted to the side. “Bring the soap and water here, and I'll be happy to give you a demonstration.”
 
“Take off your clothes,” was his brother's command, and not at all liking the thought of stripping in front of the evil bastard, Sasuke bit back his qualms and removed his pants and shirt so that he now just stood there in his boxers with only bars between them. He felt a blush travel up his body at the Uchiha's intense gaze, and he fought the urge to cover himself up, because he knew that would only make disgust shine from Itachi's eyes.
 
“Weren't you saying something about a demonstration?” Itachi asked after a few minutes of uncomfortable staring where Sasuke had actually begun to shiver from both the gaze and the cold.
 
Sasuke glared, taking in the smugness of his voice and wanting to hit him for it, but instead he forced a smirk to come to his face instead as he tried to be as convincing as possible. “Well, give me the water, and I'll show you.” It didn't matter that he sounded pathetic, because Itachi would get him to do exactly what he wanted regardless, and so this just sped up the process of him being at least slightly clean.
 
Itachi stepped closer to the cage, unveiling the water basin completely and Sasuke felt a legitimate smile come to his face at the thought that once, just once, his brother was going to do something halfway decent and let him wash up...
 
Well that was of course before Itachi tipped the basin over, splashing it forward and drenching the younger Uchiha from head to foot in freezing cold water.
 
Oh. He. Was. Going. To. Kill. Him.
 
After biting back the little prickly needles stabbing him all over his skin from the cold, Sasuke glared daggers up towards his brother, only to find that the heartless bastard was no longer there. “Fuck!” he cursed all of a sudden, not at all liking the prospect of him being MIA… cause that always meant trouble.
 
Shivering uncontrollably from the cold, Sasuke spun around, not seeing the elder Uchiha anywhere in his cell, and as he did another turn around he was shocked to see that Itachi was in fact in his cell, taking the sheet he had brought with him and hanging it over the door.
 
Sasuke shook as a low growl escaped his throat at the presumptuous bastard. Naruto, Sakura, Kakashi-sensei and he had gone to the prison where they kept all the missing nins, and he knew exactly what that sheet meant.
 
“Unless that sheet is up because you plan to go fuck yourself, I would say that you're in for some disappointment,” Sasuke bit out, hating how his teeth were actually chattering now as the wind from the dank dungeon halls whipped up and served its purpose to chill his skin even more.
 
Itachi spun around, and Sasuke noticed that the evil glint was once again back in his obsidian eyes. “Clean yourself,” was all he said before chucking a bar of soap at Sasuke's drenched head so hard that the Uchiha barely had time to reach up and catch it.
 
“Kiss my ass!” he growled, wanting to chuck the soap right back at the cocky bastard's head. He realized right then just why Itachi was being so generous. It wasn't because he felt bad that Sasuke was in here without food or a bath, it was because he wanted to fuck him, and he didn't want to do it while he was dirty. Sneaky fucking bastard!
 
The elder didn't seem affected at all by the comment, instead he actually looked a little bored. “That water on your body is drying as we speak. I have no more, and so if you don't clean yourself now you'll be stuck like that until someone deems it necessary to give you the privilege, and I can promise you it will not be me again.”
 
Despite how much Sasuke might have wanted to chuck the soap at his head and tell the bastard to go to hell, he knew that he was absolutely right. If he didn't take this chance now, he wasn't going to get it again. He knew that this Akatsuki thing was the long haul, and so far Itachi was the only one to show him the slightest bit of kindness. If he burnt this bridge he wasn't sure it would be too easy to build another one.
 
Squeezing the soap bar until it smashed in his hands, Sasuke brought it to his chest, rubbing it in with the freezing water and making small suds appear as he continued to massage it across his body, knowing full well that Itachi's eyes were on him the entire time.
 
He cleaned both his arms, washing away the grime and filth, all the while still shaking from the cold and the general uncomfortableness of the situation. He actually had to close his eyes, just to block out the fact that he was standing in a dirty prison cell with his brother watching him like a hawk as he washed himself in the most desperate way possible. It was wrong, as everything Itachi put him through was, and as the soap bar got down to his stomach, washing the creamy flesh there Sasuke knew it was about to get more wrong, because he felt another hand grab his own.
 
“Itachi…” he shuddered, shooting his eyes open only to stare into the red haunting ones of his brother.
 
“Go get against the door,” Itachi rasped out huskily, practically pushing Sasuke towards the door he had just covered in a sheet. Knowing exactly what happened whenever Itachi looked like that, Sasuke didn't argue; no he just laid his forhead against the sheet, grabbing hold of the bars through the fabric.
 
Warm hands slid under the hem of his boxers sliding the wet material past his hips to pool at his feet, and as they dropped Sasuke stepped out of the offending material just as warm water was poured over his head, this time making the chill be replaced by the normal burning ache he got around Itachi, no matter what the situation.
 
He watched as the soapsuds fell off of him, running down his back and legs, and reveled in the crisp feeling he got from it all as the shaking of his body finally stopped. A hand covered his own, taking the remaining soap bar out of his hand, and at the same time using his other hand to carefully prod the younger one's legs apart while he was still facing the door.
 
Sasuke was about to protest about being in such a vulnerable position, but the protest died on his lips as the soap bar slid down his lower stomach, ghosting past his hips to scrub at his inner thighs.
 
Pleasure shot up his spine as bubbling hot suds began to appear all over his lower body, dripping down his legs as the hand became a little more insistent, and as it did Sasuke could feel the lower half of his anatomy begin to stir.
 
A loud throaty moan escaped him when the bar of soap ghosted over his most sensitive area, and he let Itachi bring him to full hardness with a resounding stroke. It felt ungodly good, the slick soap serving as a perfect lubricant as Itachi's hand slid up and down, making Sasuke grip the bars he was holding on to even harder just to stop from screaming.
 
Itachi switched hands, letting the soap-free one continue the stroking while his other one continued to clean. The elder pressed hard against his back, and as his did Sasuke could feel a firm hardness poking at his ass as they made skin to skin contact. Sasuke's mind whirled as that hand continued to make it's torturous strokes. When had Itachi removed his clothes?
 
That question really failed to matter when the bar of soap ghosted past his sac, cleaning the sensitive area underneath before ghosting over his entrance, that Itachi had kindly backed away from to make room for.
 
The speed of the stroke increased when the bar of soap, which was still about half its size in girth pressed against him, and Sasuke couldn't stop a scream of pain from ripping through his throat when that bar was actually pressed inside. His inner muscles stretched against the offending object as Itachi began to push it even deeper.
 
“Stop it!” Sasuke whined, feeling tears prickle the sides of his eyes as his body screamed in pain and rejection of the intruding item. “It hurts!” He wanted it out of him! He was going to kill Itachi when he got out of this position!
 
“It'll feel good soon,” came a voice next to his ear laced in lust as the hand covering his groin retreated, as did the one that had been prodding the thick bar of soap even further in to him. Sasuke sat there, just feeling his insides being stretched by the thing meant to clean him before hands wrapped around his knees, pulling them up and forcing them into the bars so that he was at perfect elevation off the ground, the impact forcing his muscles to constrict around the object, putting pressure on it and making it break up to mush inside.
 
“Oh god!” Sasuke cried out. He once more felt the tip of his brother's cock pressed up against his hole. That talented hand once more gripped his leaky cock as Itachi pushed in, sheathing himself fully inside the younger boy.
 
There was so much... it was just too much! He couldn't take both the girth of Itachi and from the remainder of his sick sex toy. His entire body went white hot with pain and yet he didn't care. Because this is what Itachi had come to him for, and he knew that none of his pleas were going to make the older Uchiha stop now.
 
With his knees locked firmly inside the bars, Itachi didn't hesitate in thrusting inside the younger one's passage. The soap lubed him up perfectly as Itachi pushed in and out, panting against his shoulder as a hand wrapped around his waist, pulling him against him as the other wrapped around his dripping member which was timed perfectly with each one of his thrusts.
 
Pleasure racked his spine as he felt like he was being torn in half as Itachi mercilessly filled his own pleasure while sucking heatedly on Sasuke's pulse. Itachi thrust harder into him, hitting his prostate as he did and making the younger Uchiha see white.
 
Itachi gripped the younger one's spikes, pulling his wet hair taut against his scalp as his teasing lips bit down hard against his pulse, making Sasuke scream and release, shooting his load up against his own chest, shutting his eyes as some splashed against his face, and moaning out his aniki's name as he felt him release inside him, backing off of him to let the boy fall down to the floor, covered from head to foot in either cum or soap suds, he could not tell at the moment.
 
His entire body was shaking from his recent exertion, suddenly feeling much dirtier than he ever had before his makeshift bath. His head was sunk down into the floor as he leaned down, hearing in the background the rustling of clothes as Itachi obviously redressed himself.
 
Still not being able to look up, Sasuke panted from the floor as he ridiculed the bastard standing above him. “What the hell is wrong with you!?” he growled. “How the hell can you get off on doing something like that!?”
 
He heard a quiet laugh from behind him, and saw a shadow loom over him as Itachi leaned down towards his ear. “Well shouldn't I be asking you that same question, otouto? After all, you are the one that liked it…or is that cum all over your face supposed to represent your revulsion?” he asked tauntingly while at the same time ripping down the sheet that was covering up their sinful pastime. “Ah... Looks as though Sasori is finally here to train you.”
 
Oh. God. No.
 
Sasuke turned wide, fearful eyes forward, to see that in fact the Akatsuki member they had deemed fit to train him for his mission with Orochimaru had shown up, and honestly he couldn't think of a worst possible time for him to come in. The only thing he could be thankful for was that he hadn't walked in while the deed was actually being performed, but like all things... Itachi took care of that.
 
“He's all clean now for you... Go on, Sasuke, tell the man just where you like to use your soap.” Sasuke's entire body burned red in a furious blush and he wished that he could just go find a hole somewhere to curl up and die in. He could feel Sasori's eyes on him, and really who could blame him? He had come upon a scene where Sasuke was covered in cum, and panting on the floor after being thoroughly fucked by his own brother. If this wasn't a scene to quietly stare at, well then, he didn't know what was.
 
Trying to keep his eyes as far away from the redhead as he possibly could, Sasuke instead looked up towards his bastard of a brother, and saw that he was holding a fresh set of clothes that seemed to have magically appeared. If it didn't gross him out to think it, Sasuke would have to say that they had been stashed up his ass, because there was obviously something stuck up there to make him such a dick.
 
Getting up, Sasuke quickly grabbed onto the black shorts offered by his brother, shrugging them on to cover up what Sasori had already long since seen. He wondered if the Akatsuki member cared that there was cum, blood, and soap running out of a 15 year old's ass... For that matter, he wondered if any of the members of this fucked up group even thought what had just happened here was in the slightest bit wrong... He seriously doubted it. After all, if Itachi was part of this group, you had to wonder just how fucked up the rest of them were.
 
Glaring daggers at Itachi's normally impassive face, Sasuke bit out a quick, “I hate you,” before pulling on the red tank top the asshole had been kind enough to give him. Though after it was over his dripping wet spikes, Sasuke paused before pulling it all the way over his body because he felt a hand, gently stroking his cheek.
 
Talented fingers caressed Sasuke's face affectionately as Itachi leaned in, so close that their breaths commingled. “No you don't,” was Itachi's throaty, whispered reply as he leaned in, closing in the remaining space between them and giving Sasuke his first kiss of the day.
 
Sasuke shut his eyes as Itachi kneaded their lips together, all the while reaching behind the teenager to pull his shirt the rest of the way down before finally pulling away. The younger Uchiha still had his eyes clothes, and they were just barely beginning to open when a poke to the forehead caught him by surprise, and his eyes shot the rest of the way open while he brought a hand up to rub at the spot that didn't really even hurt as he glared.
 
“Til next conjugal, otouto.” Sasuke glared at the comment, wanting to kick his brother in the balls as he swiftly made his way out of the cell, never once looking back except to shoot Sasori a pointed look that he really didn't understand the meaning behind.
 
After the Akatsuki members had exchanged their gaze, Sasori turned his focus once more on him, and Sasuke tried not to blush at the fact that out of their two meetings ever the red haired man had first witnessed Itachi jacking him off, and the second he had walked in to find him covered in many different fluids that didn't quite belong to him... Damnit! He was so screwed!

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Sasuke winced, tasting dirt for what felt like the millionth time that day. Sasori was ruthless. Honestly, the Uchiha couldn't believe his strength. He had said earlier that he would only agree to really train him if he could lay a hit, and so far…well he hadn't even come close…and they had been in the training field for over three hours.
 
He was still worn out from the lack of food and his exertion with Itachi, and this wasn't helping keep his strength up. He was severely lacking in the chakra department, and Sasori didn't even seem to be trying.
 
“Is this really the best you can do, Uchiha?” he asked, looming over him and laying a swift kick under his chin to knock him backwards. “I would expect so much more from you.”
 
Sasuke wiped the trail of bloody saliva that had dribbled down his chin away heatedly, glaring up at his so-called trainer with pure hate. Why did he always have to hear that? Why was so much expected of him just because of his goddamn name!? “Why!?” he shot back. “Because I'm Itachi's brother!?” he spat from his place on the ground, sick to death of hearing the same things over and over again. `Oh, Sasuke! Itachi is so great, you'll grow up to be just like him!' He hated it during his childhood, and seeing just whom Itachi had grown up to be he especially hated it now!
 
“No,” Sasori calmly replied, coming over to him and actually extending a hand. “I expect more from you, because I would think you would want to be greater than him.” Sasuke's eyes grew wide at that, never expecting to hear such a thing come from an Akatsuki's mouth... And it pissed him off!
 
Slapping the hand away, Sasuke drew chakra to the bottom of his foot, swiping them and kicking upwards, aiming for Sasori's face and missing by only an inch. “Shut up! Just shut the hell up!” He went for the attack again. “You don't know anything about me or my brother!” Honestly, he didn't know why he was getting so upset. He could feel his blood begin to boil, and he wanted to kill the person that was easily evading each and every one of his moves.
 
Grinding his teeth together from the pain, Sasuke felt the seal on his neck begin to spread, covering his body in dark power that Orochimaru had bestowed upon him.
 
At seeing the display of power, Sasuke only saw disgust in the redhead's face. “Drawing on someone else's power isn't a strength, Uchiha, it's a weakness.” Ignoring him, Sasuke continued to attack, and yet that didn't stop Sasori from uttering out the very things he despised hearing the most. “Relying on that corrupted snake's power will never get you the one thing you desire most.”
 
“Yeah? And what's that!?” Sasuke yelled, the curse still spreading through his body as he swung at his prey.
 
“For Itachi to care for you as much as you obviously do for him.” Sasuke paused mid attack, letting Sasori easily catch his fist as the curse began to slowly recede.
 
Sasuke stared forward, wide-eyed and shaking as the words echoed over and over in his mind. “…I don't…there's no way that I-”
 
“Don't lie to yourself,” Sasori interrupted with, dropping the hand in his possession and continuing to crush the Uchiha mentally. “Your brother has complete control over you right now, and he'll continue to unless you can grow stronger than him…using your own strength.”
 
“What good would that do?” Sasuke asked quietly, now beyond why he was pouring such a thing out to a complete stranger. “What if I don't want to kill him?” His fists clenched. It was funny... telling a stranger something he hadn't even convinced himself of yet.
 
“No one said you had to,” Sasori replied, crossing his arms over his chest. “All I said was to get stronger than him…with your own strength. If you do that…well then maybe he'll start to recognize the things you believe him to be incapable of feeling, and see you in a different light, quite possibly the same one you see him in.” Hope…hope that Sasuke had never allowed to get in before was starting to grow in the pit of his stomach, and only continued to sprout with what he heard next. “Even though he might act like it, I don't think even Itachi is beyond human emotions just yet…even if he can't see it, there's a chance he wants you for other reasons besides sticking his cock up your ass... among other things.”
 
Glaring at the insinuation, Sasuke took in Sasori's small smirk and his anger sort of died where it was in lieu of other things….mainly his possible chance at happiness. That slight trace of false hope happiness that Itachi had only ever been able to give him. Though it only made it that much worse when it was taken away.
 
“Stop day dreaming, Uchiha, and hit me. After all, if you can't even do that then how do you expect to win his affection?” He knew he was being goaded on, and he wouldn't fall for it again. He had gone down this road one too many times with Itachi, and he wouldn't let someone else pull his strings…No, he had a plan.
 
Charging forward, Sasuke let kunai fly at his target, tossing a few shuriken in the mix for good measure, distracting the Akatsuki by surprise as he shot forward, ready and willing to lay a punch in his pretentious cheek.
 
Sasori caught the fist easily, kicking forward and connecting firmly with the Uchiha's chest, eyes widening a little as he watched the body disappear in a puff of smoke. The redhead barely had enough time to look around before a body that was previously in the shape of a kunai appeared from above, kicking out and landing a hit firmly in the jaw, sending the Akatsuki's neck whirling to the side.
 
Landing on his feet, Sasuke smirked proudly as the man's neck came back to face forward, looking a bit more pleased than someone should after having just been kicked in the face.
 
“Very good, Uchiha,” Sasori said, giving him a small smirk. “Perhaps your brother was right about you.”
 
Sasuke raised an eyebrow, not knowing at all what that was supposed to mean. “What are you talking about?” he asked, wondering what in the hell the person in front of him thought he knew.
 
“Well, he wouldn't have brought you here unless he thought you had what it takes to make it.” The smirk grew. “You'll die if you can't, and somehow I don't think he wishes that fate on you just yet. Besides... he wouldn't have put so much time into you if he had.”
 
Coal eyes widened, the information sinking in, rattling the foundation he had built himself on. After all those times of calling him pathetic, his brother really had believed in him all along. Just the thought of his brother's trickery gave him an idea, and an evil smirk covered his face. “Sasori?” he asked. “Would you like to help me with something?”
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The next day found Sasuke down on his knees in-between the thighs of his cruel, emotionless brother. “More…” Itachi moaned as the younger palmed him through his loose fitting pants. His cloak had long since been discarded by the entrance. It had gone much smoother than it had the day before seeing as how before Sasori had taken him back he had allowed him a bath in the nearby river, a much more calming experience than being anally raped by a bar of soap.
 
Though as he was sitting in the position, watching as Itachi's cock slowly hardened under him, he couldn't stop the growl that escaped his stomach at only having an apple to eat in the span of eight days.
 
He rose his head, looking longingly up at Itachi and expecting him to make something magically appear as he always had before. “Did you bring anything to eat?” he asked, knowing there was only a small chance the answer to that question would be yes.
 
“No.” He knew it... Sasuke silently cursed as a hand fisted through his hair. “Though I know the exact way in which you can get yourself a high protein breakfast.”
 
It took it a while to register in his mind…it really did, but when the innuendo finally did register, when everything took affect, he really had to fight not to take the palm currently kneading Itachi's erection and smash the valuables into his hard uncomfortable bed.
 
No, instead of doing so, he instead slipped the hard flesh from its restraints, loving how Itachi's chest hitched as the cold air hit the tip. “Get to it, Sasuke…I have to leave soon.”
 
That made the younger Uchiha pause in his motions, looking up curiously at his brother whose head was thrown back against the wall. “Where are you going?”
 
“Mission…” was all Itachi got out, trying to force his little brother's head down once again, but Sasuke refused to budge, making cold, dark eyes look down at him in distaste.
 
“How long will you be gone?” Sasuke stubbornly got out, all the while fighting the hand trying to push him back down towards the leaky tip.
 
“A week... two at the most. Now I'd get on with it if you want to sit right within the next week.” If Sasuke wasn't so deterred by the threat he would have laughed. …Who knew his aniki could be so impatient when he wanted sex? He inwardly grinned, he would definitely have to store that away for future use.
 
Smiling, Sasuke let his tongue peak out, just barely touching the tip and reveling in the shudder it caused as he swirled around the head. Oh, yes, he would tease, he would tease until even the great Itachi Uchiha lost some semblance of control and gave in to normal, human emotions.
 
His lips touched down to the tip, lightly sucking as he let his fist close around the bottom of the shaft, stroking up and down as he just barely blew on the tip. The grip in his black spikes tightened as those lips slid further down, tasting Itachi's essence and loving the sweet salty flavor that teased his taste buds and left him wanting more.
 
“…Sasuke…” Itachi moaned as the younger one began to bob up and down, loving how vulnerable Itachi seemed to be today. Though wasn't that always how it had been? Hadn't Itachi been unusually nice just before he left for a mission? Hadn't that been the only time he had gotten some training, or was allowed to crawl into his bed at night?
 
The quicker he bobbed, the harder he felt Itachi get, and knew that if he kept up at this pace it wouldn't be too long before his mouth was full of the bastard's cum as he was down on his hands and knees ready and willing for round two. After all he did seem unusually horny tonight. He didn't even say an asshole comment before he stripped him of his clothes and forced him to fall to his knees.
 
It was almost over, he could feel it coming, and he fisted his hands together to get himself ready for the inevitable end…but that never came. No, instead a loud quick rapping was heard on the door covered with a sheet.
 
Sasuke pulled away, and he actually heard Itachi growl in frustration. “What do you think you're doing?” he snapped, and Sasuke knew his patience was at its max, but none of that really mattered now.
 
“Sasori's here... I have training.” He had forgotten about the hand in his hair, but he was quickly reminded of it when it tightened and he could feel it begin to rip.
 
“It can wait,” he tried to force him back down, and at how hard he was, Sasuke knew that the erection he was supporting had to be painful... but he refused to give in. Using some chakra, Sasuke used the cloak lying on the floor to create a substitution jutsu, getting out of Itachi's grasp and heading out the open door that Sasori had conveniently done just in time.
 
Quickly shutting the gate, Sasuke shut his brother in, ripping the sheet down and staring smugly down at his hot and wanting brother. “So sorry, niisan... but Leader says training is the most important thing, and you wouldn't want to upset Leader, now would you?”
 
Sasori scoffed and began to walk away as Itachi gave his little brother the worst death glare he had ever seen his brother muster. “Think you're funny, do you?”
 
Sasuke got to the front of the cage, turning the lock till it clicked and glaring just as heatedly at the one who looked like he wanted to murder him. “No more funny than you do when you torture me…or my friends.” He got closer, gripping the bars and letting the hate drop off his tongue. “Or did you think I'd forget about what you did to Shikamaru to get back at me?”
 
He knew he had to wrap this up, Itachi only looked to be getting more and more pissed by the second. “Enjoy your mission, aniki…” he said, turning around to follow Sasori out to the training grounds. He paused, saying smugly over his shoulder. “Oh, and I'd try some cold water…I hear it works wonders.”
 
Sasuke continued walking, a smile coming to his face as he practically ran away from his no doubt homicidal brother. Though even if he was going to pay for doing it, it was worth leaving Itachi all hot and bothered, because he had finally gotten back at him, and in his mind getting back at him was one step closer in his long, arduous journey of finally becoming greater than the one he cared for the most.
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A/N- Wow I think that was the kinkiest shit I've ever written in my entire life! It's ridiculous…I swear that wasn't me writing that. Maybe I have a special power…like the guy on Heroes that paints the future…except I go into a trance and write fucked up smut…LOL….But Sasuke got back at Itachi, and Sasori is like the coolest guy ever, so I'm pretty happy with this chapter…speaking of Sasori….the episode of Naruto was soooo sad…I swear I was close to tears (huggles Gaara)
 
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