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Never Played Symphonies

 

 

Chapter 11: Seeds of Hatred

 

 

Sasuke hunched over, gripping his knees as took a moment to catch his breath. He had been training harder than usual (not to say he never trained hard) but after that incident with Itachi he needed to do something to keep his mind off of said bastard.

 

Sasori for one had been all too pleased with the change in the younger Uchiha's endurance and determination; it made fighting all the more interesting. The puppet master ducked as another kick was aimed at his head, barley missing it. That kick was used to Sasori's advantage; he grabbed the younger male's leg and threw him a good few feet to his left.

 

Coughing on dirt, Sasuke slowly looked up to see his sensei above him.

 

“You still have a long way to go.”

 

The Uchiha knew that, and he damn well didn't need it to be pointed out every time he miscalculated a move. No, that blond nuisance, Deidara, had done enough of that in the past few days. The fact that the blond was even here now pissed him off enough. It really hadn't helped matters when Sasuke had come running back from Itachi and had inevitably (and definitely accidentally) ran in on Sasori pinning Deidara under him with his mouth latched on to the usually blabbering one of the blonde's. That was something the Uchiha could have went with out seeing.

 

“Sasori-danna it's my personal opinion that you should take it easy on the poor thing... He is our one and only child, after all.” There went that blabbering blond trap again. Growling, Sasuke wiped the dirt from his mouth, not at all enjoying training in this area. Though, like most annoying ideas that came into his life, this had all come from the blond.

 

Getting to his feet, he turned towards Deidara, all too sick of the way this was going. “I'm not your child, you bleach blond freak!” he growled, noticing how Sasori's lips quirked a little behind him at the insult. “I had parents already, and trust me when I say I don't need another set.”

 

Deidara tilted his head to the side, smirking in seemingly confusion. “But weren't your other parents murdered in cold blood by your brother, yeah?” His eyes glinted with malice as Sasuke's entire body began to shake at the reminder. “I would think that you would want a new set after that.”

 

Sasuke's teeth clenched as he felt his eyes bleed with the sharingan. He couldn't believe that pompous asshole had actually said that! It was like he wanted his balls ripped off and fed back to him or something!

 

Fire crackled at his feet as his new power spread through his body. “Go ahead, say something like that again and just see how much Sasori-sensei has helped me improve.” He gave a smirk. “Just imagine that... Beaten down by the student of the one you let fuck your brains out night after night.”

 

“Quite a mouth on you, Sparky, yeah?” Deidara's eye narrowed. “No wonder Itachi prefers you on your knees so much... You two do have such a... what's the word, Sasori-danna... interesting relationship.”

 

"Yes, well, I'm sure you get turned on with the image of us both... I mean, if puppets do it for you, I assume we're just sexual overdrive to you." Sasuke stared at him, challenging him with his eyes as his new power flared in his feet.

 

“Sorry, Sparky, but a relationship based on nothing but hate doesn't really do it for me.” He didn't know why, but that... well it hurt.

 

He wanted to scream that it wasn't true, but then again... there really wasn't anything he could do to defend himself against such an accusation. Because hadn't he found out Itachi was screwing someone else the last time he had even seen the heartless person he called his brother... his lover.

 

Suddenly all the hate he had been feeling was gone, and was replaced once more with the overwhelming feeling of loneliness he had used to cry himself to sleep with while picturing all the different people Itachi might have been with instead of him, all the while trying to convince himself that it shouldn't matter, because he shouldn't be thinking of him and Itachi as a couple in the first place... because honestly, they were anything but.

 

“Sasori-sensei, I'm tired of training. I want to go back for the day.” Sasori raised an eyebrow in disappointment, a look Sasuke knew he would receive. Though he supposed he was probably surprised too, after all Sasuke usually fought as hard as possible to stay out of his prison cell, and now he was morosely trying to get back in it.

 

“Aw, the little Uchiha is kind of a baby.” At the sound of the foreign voice Sasuke spun around, only to have his neck grabbed and the air constricted in his lungs as he was lifted off the ground to greet the blue skinned freak that was his brother's partner. “Hn. You may look like him, but you're nothing like Itachi... Too high strung.”

 

Kicking out, Sasuke managed to connect his new chidori with Kisame's cloak, sending him flying backwards with just that little of contact and sending him sprawling into a tree.

 

Dust flew up everywhere as the tree splintered into a million pieces, though Sasuke hardly took notice. No, he was much too busy sucking air back into his lungs as he choked on the ground, getting a little pleasure on how he had caught the fish like ninja off guard long enough to land the blow.

 

“Well damn... Itachi's squirt has some spunk... So this is what you've been doing out here Sasori,” Kisame smirked, getting up as if he had never even been hurt and walking over to the teenager still kneeling on the ground.

 

Pushing himself to his feet, Sasuke growled at the tall man, not at all liking being caught in a weak moment. “What the hell are you doing here?”

 

“Snippy, aren't we?” Kisame said back, glancing behind him as his partner walked up. “Geez, Itachi, your little pet is acting like he's something other than a caged rat.”

 

The missing nin grinned, slinging his gigantic sword across his back as he stared at the teenager trying to avoid his brother's cold piercing gaze. “How `bout this, little Uchiha, I'll leave if you can beat me in a fight.”

 

Onyx eyes widened as he glanced first to Sasori who gave him a nod of approval, and then to Itachi who was giving him a cold glare as he turned away and went to settle against a tree.

 

“Fine,” Sasuke replied. “But if I win, you'll tell me who Itachi fucked.” With that he shot a dirty look towards his brother, who seemed none-too-pleased with the idea... though he couldn't care less.

 

Focusing his chakra once again as Kisame began to laugh, Sasuke prepared himself. He honestly had no idea how strong the shinobi from the Land of Waves was, but he did know that he wouldn't be Itachi's partner if he was a weakling... his brother wouldn't allow something like that to happen.

 

Kisame didn't even hesitate in jumping up and swinging his sword, letting the chakra eater swing down. Sasuke barely had enough time to dodge before he was forced to give up the ground he had.

 

Using his new found speed, he ran around the fish, sweeping his feet out to try to kick the other's out from underneath him only to have him evade the attack and have a huge crater form underneath him that sent a bowl of dust floating into the air.

 

“Fuck!” Sasuke cursed, leaping out of the crater and being met by a wave of water coming down at him. The water soaked him to the bone as he coughed as the excess of it fell down his throat. His chidori didn't go out, but the distraction made him loose focus and he ended up spiraling down towards the floor, hitting with a thud and cracking his head on a rock.

 

Dizziness washed over him, and he immediately regretted leaving his forehead protector out in the woods. A warmth slipped down his face, flooding his eyes with blood and he had to force himself back to his feet, wondering just how bad his head looked if it was making him feel this wuzzy.

 

He struggled forward, eyesight blurry, as he looked to see where Kisame had disappeared to. He tried to form chidori in his palms, but he couldn't focus enough on anything other than remaining upright, and by the way he stumbled to the side he realized he wasn't doing a very good a job at that either.

 

Seeing a wave of blue out of the corner of his eyesight, Sasuke spun towards it, making his head even more wuzzy. He put a hand to his head, pulling it away to see that it was soaked with blood, and that was when he truly began to stumble.

 

His eyesight was going dark and he stumbled backwards, nearly going all the way down as he fell, he would have hit the ground too if it hadn't been for the pair of arms that wrapped around his waist, catching him right before he fell.

 

Automatically assuming it was Itachi, Sasuke turned his head, nuzzling in the warmth of the neck presented to him, and thinking it was odd how it didn't quite feel like skin he was nuzzling.

 

“My, my, Sparky gets affectionate when he's bleeding all over the place, un.” Trying to glare in the general direction of the blond, Sasuke was sure he'd fail miserably by the fact that he could barely keep his eyes open by this point.

 

Turning around, Sasuke buried his bleeding forehead into the one holding him's chest, practically collapsing into his arms, not being able to support his own weight... Oh yes, he was definitely sure by this point that he had a concussion.

 

“Give him to me.” A voice that sounded an awful lot like Itachi came from the side of him, and considering that he was obviously going crazy he decided it best to just ignore it and instead snuggled even closer to the body he knew to be his brother.

 

His head was tilted back, and he let a groan of weariness escape him as it caused even more blood to run down his forehead. “His eyes aren't dilated,” Sasuke heard Sasori say, and for some reason his voice seemed to be coming from right in front of him. Though by this point he couldn't even keep his eyes open so he couldn't confirm or deny his sensei's position. “I think it's possible he may have a concussion.”

 

“Give. Him. To. Me. NOW,” Itachi growled, and at the anger in his voice Sasuke knew right then and there that it wasn't Itachi's chest he was snuggled against.

 

Still not being able to keep anything in focus, Sasuke sighed as another pair of arms wrapped around his waist pulling him backwards possessively against another warm chest that felt much more familiar than the one previously. He inhaled deeply as he was swept off his feet, which he was quite thankful for seeing as he at the moment he could hardly remain standing.

 

Wrapping his arms Itachi's shoulders, Sasuke cradled his head in the space between his brother's neck, and to his bliss it caused the Akatsuki to hold him even tighter. “I'll take him now,” Itachi said dispassionately. “But if you touch him again, know that I will kill you. After his training is through I expect you to never go near him.”

 

Sasuke squeezed tighter, used to Itachi's possessiveness, yet at the same time wanting to hear more of the one thing that ever showed him that his brother even cared. He would have fought harder about that assholish statement, but then again he was quite tired, and in the arms of the one that he cherished most he felt comfortable... and dare he say it while in the den of the lions... safe.

 

“Wait!” Sasuke heard Kisame's voice boom. He seemed to then come over to the pair, and forcing his eyes open Sasuke turned towards the missing nin and saw he had a somewhat apologetic look on his face. “I owe the squirt something for making him crack open his head.” Kisame's face turned from smirking to a bit fearful, and wondering just what had gotten him so spooked the Uchiha glanced upwards to see a murderous look covering Itachi's face. “Oh, don't be that way, Itachi... He needs to know.” Sasuke's head lulled once more to the side. “Your question earlier squirt, well the answer... the answer is you.” A raven eyebrow rose, not quite grasping the situation. “Itachi is always only fucking you... in one way or another.”

 

Was only fucking him? What did that mean? He couldn't grasp such a thing, considering that at the moment he was fighting quite hard just to stay conscious. Without another word said he could feel himself being whisked away.

 

In what only felt like a moment, but in all actually was probably much longer he was laid down on his small lumpy cot. As he struggled to keep his eyes open he felt the warmth that had encompassed him leave him.

 

“Niisan... don't leave,” Sasuke's faint voice whispered into the darkness, and even though he was sure it was barely audible the retreating footsteps stopped anyways. “Did it mean... did it...” he slurred his words, not even being able to get out a single sentence... Had he really hit his head that hard?

 

He laid his head back on the pillow, noticing out of the corner of his hazy vision how a trickle of blood was staining the dirty white fabric. Itachi was becoming a blur as he stood there in silence at the entrance of the cell, and then to the younger Uchiha's surprise he actually turned around, walking back towards the injured teenager on the bed.

 

A dark shadow covered him as Itachi hovered, not showing an ounce of sympathy for his injury as he glared down at the figure lying practically comatose on the cot. “What is it?”

 

Trying to remember his last thought, Sasuke struggled to form anything other than static in his mind and finally let out with, “Did it really mean nothing?”

 

They stood there in unbearable silence for what seemed like ages, but considering how hard Sasuke was fighting to remain conscious it could have only been mere seconds. Though after those agonizing seconds the elder Uchiha leaned down, making it so that Sasuke could feel warm breath bounce off his injured forehead.

 

“Do you mean fucking you... Or fucking someone else?” Sasuke struggled to wrap his mind around the question, thinking it shouldn't be near as hard as he was making it out to be, and yet as the words bounced around in his head he couldn't distinguish which one he wanted to hear more, because it all just seemed to blend together until all he could see was Itachi's evil smirking face, slowly yet surely twisting him completely around his finger.

 

“Both,” he finally managed to get out, which made a darkness seem to gleam within the elder's eyes.

 

Leaning down, Itachi lightly brushed his lips against the younger one's, pulling away only to lick them as blood smeared across his own. “Otouto, don't ask questions you already know the answers to.”

 

Sasuke's brow furrowed in confusion, causing even more pain to travel through his skull... What did that even mean? Was Itachi trying to make his brain hurt? In any case, after he had said the utterly confusing line, the elder Uchiha made a move to get up, and in a desperate act Sasuke flung his arms up around his brother's neck, trying to stop him from once again abandoning his side.

 

“Stay...” Sasuke gasped out, fighting the blackness threatening to overtake him. “For once, stay with me... let me wake up... wake up with you beside me.”

 

Itachi stayed like that, forced in Sasuke's neck, breathing in his scent before leaning up and unwrapping the arms haphazardly flung around his neck. Sasuke tried to meet his eyes, hoping for some warmth, but the cold black eyes staring back at him were chilling to the bone.

 

“You're too weak right now to get that from me.” The younger clenched the cot, trying to stop the pain in his chest from mounting on top of everything else. Turning his face away, Sasuke made a move to bury his face in the pillow but Itachi was having none of it and turned it right back around. “Soon.”

 

The little part inside of him that held hope started to warm his insides, and he cursed it, because he knew that with Itachi that little warmth inside of him always turned frigid much too soon for his liking... now was no different.

 

“Become like me... become an Akatsuki... only then will I allow you to wake up beside me.” That hand holding his chin tightened, practically crushing the bone. “Until then you can stay in your cage like the good dog you are and rot.” Was Itachi's harsh reply as he got to his feet, stalking out of the room and leaving Sasuke to fall back on his pillow, finally letting his desolation take a hold of him and allowing everything to go black.

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Sasuke woke up in a daze, moaning a little in pain as he sat up, reaching up to feel the damage of his forehead, only to find that it had already been wrapped for him. He remembered the cold gesture Itachi had given him before he had passed out, so why... why had he come back in to treat his wounds?

 

Was it guilt that had brought him back here? Did he feel bad for the cheating, lying, and otherwise complete bastardliness that he had put him through? No... Itachi didn't feel guilt, and if he did he certainly did a good job hiding it. Then why had he wrapped his head? Why had he cleaned his wounds? Did it mean...

 

Sasuke paused in his thoughts, not wanting to let such a dangerous poison escape, and yet not being strong enough to stop it.

 

Did it mean that even though Itachi acted like he despised him, that deep down... he cared?

 

Glancing over he wondered how long it would be until Sasori showed up for training that day... and that's when he noticed something very peculiar. The gate... was unlocked?

 

It took a while to register in his head, but once it had Sasuke sprang off his cot, running towards the open door and down the hallway before he found out that it was all a fluke.

 

He should have known not to get his hopes up…it always turned out to be nothing. His brow moved in frustration, he wanted out of the damn prison that he was being kept in. The Uchiha inwardly laughed at himself, even if he managed to get out, what would he do? What would he say if he got caught?

 

He damn well could not take on any of the Akatsuki; the pain in his temple was a reminder of that. But maybe, just maybe he could come out with something.

 

After a while of thinking he almost gave up hope, but when he brought his hand to his head to touch the bandages thinking of the one who did them it hit him... his headband. Yes his headband, which should be a good justification for why we could be out of his cell. Somewhere inside himself he knew that it was a pitiful excuse, but it would have to do.

 

But how could he get out? Easily he could just transfer himself out, but there seemed to be a barrier of some sort that kept him for doing anything... only him though... Itachi had done it before. For a second he thought that the barrier seemed weak as though it was not there at all.

 

He considered his options for a moment; if the barrier was weak he could get out with a Jutsu, but if it wasn't... then who knows what might happen to him. Really he was not worried about the other members, it was Itachi that scared him to no end.

 

He needed to decide what to do, and after a short moment he knew that he would go for it. He was an Uchiha, damn it! He could handle what ever they did to him, it could not be much worse than it is now.

 

With that thought in mind the teenager channeled up what chakra he had and one moment he was there and the next he was outside the gate. For a moment he let a smirk come to his features... He had done it!

 

Sure he wanted to bask in his glory, but it was not safe to just stand there. There was a chance that another member might come his way... and it could be Itachi. Sadly that didn't frighten him. No, he felt almost exhilarated at the thought of his brother stumbling upon him and seeing just what he could do.

 

The only bad part about getting outside, is now he had to worry about finding just where he had left his forehead protector. He knew that he shouldn't have left it out there to begin with, but what with just having found out Itachi was fucking someone else while being tied up by it... he really didn't think he could be blamed.

 

Honestly though, just wearing it now seemed like a constant reminder of his betrayal to his village, the harsh scratch his brother had graced the cool metal with proved just how low he had sunk. Though he was here on a mission... wasn't he? He was supposed to find out about the scroll... and the stone... If that were the case, then why hadn't he tried to find any source of information yet? Why had he been more worried about who his brother was fucking than helping out his best friend? More importantly, on his one chance to find out where they were keeping it, why was he in the middle of the woods, fumbling around to try to find his headband to cover the forehead that Itachi had been kind enough to bandage?

 

He pushed the thoughts out of his mind... it would be different soon. In just a few days he would be heading to Sound Village... and then he would be an Akatsuki. After that he didn't need to worry about anything. He wouldn't need to sneak... because he wouldn't be in his cage anymore... He would be with Itachi... in his bed... Sasuke scowled. Sometimes he wondered which one he looked forward to more, completing his mission, or finally getting the recongnition from Itachi he so longed for.

 

After a somewhat wayward journey through the woods, he came upon the same cliff area Itachi and him had been at before. Onyx eyes stared morosely at the spot where Itachi had him pinned... if he concentrated just right he could feel Itachi pumping deep inside of him... needing him like he never had before.

 

Shaking the memory from his head, Sasuke grabbed the headband, sticking it in his pocket and turning away from the scene... it was all a lie anyways, nothing at all to waist time getting choked up over.

 

“Please...” Sasuke started...well speaking of getting choked up. The Uchiha heard a faint moan coming from his side, as someone gasped out in pleasure. Knowing he shouldn't, but not being able to resist, the teenager headed towards the sounds, noticing how they grew louder and louder the closer he got to a small hut. It was overgrown and hidden within the trees so well you had to strain your eyes to even see that it wasn't a part of them.

 

Trying to be as quiet as he could, Sasuke walked closer to the noises, blushing a little at gasps and cries he heard. He knew what he was walking up to, but at the same time a morbid fascination made his legs keep moving... he blamed his head wound.

 

“Sasori!” That made Sasuke stop cold, and he was fairly certain his heart was beating so loudly by this point that it was echoing throughout the forest. Sasori? So did that mean...?

 

“Mmmm... Dei...” After gasping, the Uchiha quickly covered up his mouth, now completely sure what was going on, and yet being so afraid of getting caught by his short tempered sensei that he couldn't even move his limbs to run away. He was frozen to the spot, or at least he was unable to turn back, because even at the thought of getting caught, Sasuke found himself walking even closer, just wanting a glimpse of his sensei with the eccentric blond. He couldn't explain it... but he just needed to see.

 

His pulse was racing the moment he caught site of red hair. Sasori was laying on the floor with Deidara resting sensually on his lap. He watched in sick fascination as Sasori's hands came to rest on the blonde's hips, leading him towards his member, wanting the other Akatsuki to impale himself. He handled him as if he were a child, never forcing, just leading him down to what they both knew they wanted.

 

Sasori reached up then, stroking the side of the blonde's face that held the scope, not seeming to even notice the defect as he stared into his eyes. “Are you sure?” he asked with such gentleness it made Sasuke's heart hum a little in his chest. ...He had never before seen his sensei like this.

 

Deidara gave the man underneath him a smile, before reaching out and flicking his nose. “You ask me that every time, yeah? And I keep telling you... It's not that painful anymore.”

 

The blond leaned down, snuggling into his lover's chest and getting a kiss on the cheek in response. “I just don't want to hurt you.”

 

Giving a chuckle, Deidara sat back up, positioning himself atop his lover. “Then tell me I'm yours.”

 

Already seeming to expect this, Sasori gave a smile of his own before giving into the command. “You're mine.”

 

Rubbing up against his shaft, Deidara seemed more than pleased with that response, even going as far as to throw his head back in a moan. “Good boy... Mmmm... Now tell me you'll never leave me.”

 

Grabbing the back of his head, Sasori pulled the blond down to him, connecting their mouths and after a moment of kissing said sternly against his lips, “I'll never leave you.”

 

“Well that's settled then, yeah?” Deidara said brightly, the next moment descending down, impaling himself with enough care and precision to suggest he had done the same thing a thousand times. Sasori gave a moan that the Uchiha didn't even think could ever come from him as he pulled the body as close to him as it could go, just letting them rest there together in every sense of the word as Deidara whispered against his cheek, “If those two things are true…then you could never hurt me.”

 

They kissed then, and Sasuke felt tears roll down his face as he watched them move. ...They were so gentle with each other... so caring. Just by watching, the Uchiha could tell that they loved each other with all their hearts. He felt like he was tainting the place just by being there.

 

Itachi had never been like that with him... he would never be like that. It was because Itachi didn't love. Sasuke's brother couldn't love anything other than the power he so coveted.

 

Sasuke watched with envy as the two bodies moved together as one, as soft kisses were exchanged, murmurs of endearment were let out, and he realized he wanted such a thing. He wanted Itachi to love him... it was the one thing he desired with all his heart.

 

Closing his eyes, he began to fantasize that Itachi was touching him in the soft, gentle way Sasori was touching Deidara. He imagined that his lover cared whether he was in pain... cared whether he even wanted to do it at all. Then he opened his eyes and saw that it wasn't him and Itachi who were making love... they never made love, and he knew right then that they never would.

 

Knowing his time of watching was over, Sasuke turned away from the sweat slicked bodies, crying out as the pleasure of being in love washed over him, and he began to walk away, back to his version of what they had... knowing it wouldn't be anything like what he had just witnessed. He had accepted that though... because he longed to be with Itachi, and being with him meant having to deal with everything in between.

 

He felt a familiar ache throughout his body, resigning at a point between his legs that he tried to ignore as a blush lit up his features. Honestly, it wasn't even watching the two that had excited him... it was imagining that a relationship could exist outside random rapes and interesting dealings with soap with Itachi... he longed for it... even if he knew he could never have it

 

“Settling for voyeurism now, are we?” Sasuke paused in his steps as that familiar voice washed over him, bringing out all of his insecurities as it did.

 

“I accidentally stumbled upon them, and left as soon as I did.” A lie. “I wouldn't exactly call that voyeurism.” His voice was as cold as the one Itachi normally used on him was. It was easier to be mad at the elder about just what he had done when his head was gushing blood.

 

He let a gasp escape his throat as Itachi came up behind him, pulling him up against his chest with one hand while letting the other cup the noticeable bulge in his pants. “Oh, is this an accident as well?” he coldly growled. “You accidentally saw Sasori fucking someone... and you accidentally got hard because of it.”

 

Letting his body rest in that grasp, Sasuke didn't let his normal reaction to that bleed through. No, instead he let his training do the talking for him. “Jealousy doesn't become my normally stoic and put together niisan,” he chided, loving how the arms around him tightened as he caught Itachi in his own game.

 

“I could say the same thing about you, otouto.” Raising an eyebrow at that, Sasuke finally caught on to what he was trying to say and turned in his arms, giving the Uchiha a grin.

 

“Jealous?” He shook his head. “Never jealous of them, Itachi...envious.”

 

Reaching out, Itachi let his fingers run through the younger's hair, carefully to avoid his injury as he was doing so. “Envy is a deadly sin to have... And tell me, just what do they have to be envious about?”

 

“They love each other,” Sasuke got out, not even having to think of his response. He noticed how Itachi's eyes seemed to darken at that as the hands around his hips loosened, and he took that moment to pull away from his grasp, backing up to lean against a tree.

 

He could feel Itachi's calculating gaze upon him... It must just kill him that he wasn't throwing his normal fit right now that the bastard could fix by tying him down and fucking him into submission. The truth was he was too tired to throw a fit right now. He was so tired of everything.

 

Letting his hand sneak up to his forehead, he felt the bandages there, and once more convinced himself that that's all he needed. “It's alright though... because you took care of me when you could have let my head continue to bleed.”

 

Sasuke looked up with a sad smile on his face, one that immediately disappeared at the narrowed gaze his brother was giving him. “...Aniki?”

 

The elder Uchiha stood there, continuing to seethe, whispering something under his breath that sounded remarkably like, “I told him not to touch you.”

 

He wanted to ask just what his brother was babbling about, but he never got the chance, because in the next moment Itachi teleported behind him, wrapping his arms gently around him as he let his hot breath cascade down his neck.

 

“Are you envious of them because you long for that?” A warm tongue licked his earlobe, making the younger shudder. “Is that really what you desire most?”

 

“Yes...” Sasuke hissed out breathlessly, not caring if it were true or not, just wanting it more than he could stand.

 

Itachi leaned in closer, resting his lips on his ear's outer shell and whispering words almost too faint for human ears. “Would that make you love me?”

 

The words, barely uttered were enough to make Sasuke's blood run cold. Turning around in the loose grasp, Sasuke stared wide-eyed at his brother, trying to read his face... trying to figure out why he had just asked such an earth-shattering question! ...He didn't have any emotion on his face at all. No, he just continued to hold him, as if waiting for a response.

 

It was obviously a test... that's all it could be. Itachi wouldn't ask something like that... it just wasn't Itachi. He had to be judging him by his response... that had to be it! Remembering the night before when Sasuke had asked Itachi his own earth shattering question, the Uchiha thought he might as well give him a similar response.

 

“Don't ask questions you already know the answers to, Aniki.” Itachi's face darkened as he took in the words, and Sasuke realized right then that it wasn't what he wanted to hear. ...Did he... did he want him to say yes?

 

It seemed Itachi was done talking, for in the next moment Sasuke gave a moan as his lips were covered. Mouths gracefully kneaded together as Itachi drank him in, never forcing him against a tree, never forcing him into anything.

 

Feeling that this was going much too slow for his liking, Sasuke broke away from the kiss, lips traveling down his brother's delectable neck, tasting Itachi and loving the small groans of appreciation he received in reply.

 

His arms wrapped around the elder's neck as he allowed himself to be lowered, Itachi taking off his cloak and laying it below him so fast he never even saw him move. Sasuke's back was lain across the cloak as the body atop him lowered itself down, once more connecting their mouths as those gracious hands became more exploratory as it came to the hem of the younger's shirt, breaking their kiss only long enough to lift it over his bandaged head.

 

Itachi had never been like this with him before, but then again he certainly wasn't about to complain. A hand came down to his still hard front, tenuously rubbing the clothed shaft, causing a whine to come out of its captor.

 

“Itachi!” Sasuke let out, his cry being swallowed by the body atop him as talented fingers undid the clasp to his pants, sliding them over his slender hips so that his red cotton boxers were now exposed.

 

Feeling rather exposed compared to his brother, Sasuke fought to rectify the situation by leaning up and slipping Itachi's fishnet top over his head, to which he received no objections... No, but he did get quite the view.

 

A hardened chest loomed over him, completed with gleaming stomach muscles and a face that could make any heart melt... and it was staring down at him... always at him.

 

As Itachi attacked his neck, Sasuke let his legs curl up around the elder's hips, grasping at his pants and feeling a very noticeable bulge being pressed against his thigh. Undoing the Akatsuki's loose fitting pants, he barely managed to scoot them over his hips with his heels before Itachi moved down, making a trail of what had to be burning magma down his chest.

 

It was always like this with Itachi... he was the only one that could turn Sasuke into a stuttering, quivering mess on the ground. He was the only one that could make him grasp the fabric he was pressed into as he panted just to keep himself from losing it.

 

A warm mouth took hold of a nipple, licking it into hardness before taking another pink stub into his mouth, sucking on that as he allowed his knee to wedge its way into his groin.

 

It didn't take long for Sasuke's head to thrash to the side as Itachi continued to tease him, all the while stimulating his cock so that his body was thrumming with so much pleasure he thought he would explode.

 

Though he didn't, and Itachi only continued to give him more. Leaning his face down, Itachi nuzzled the point between his legs, slightly lapping at the now sticky boxers and making Sasuke cry out as he leaned forward and gripped the elder's head, wanting to rip him away and at the same time push him even closer.

 

Itachi had never taken foreplay this slow before... he had never had the patience, and honestly Sasuke wasn't sure he did either. He was about to lose his mind, and the feeling only increased as the Akatsuki nudged his boxers open letting his lips rest on the head of his cock.

 

“Oh god!” Sasuke cried, panting as he fell backwards onto the ground. It was too much, he couldn't even breathe! Itachi's lips closed around his shaft, moving in a devilishly slow way as he slicked the heated flesh, leaving Sasuke to wither in pleasure.

 

He was so into the blowjob he was receiving that he didn't even notice the finger prodding at his entrance. No, Itachi had him much to distracted to notice that... he didn't even notice when it went inside... and by that time the stimulation only increased his pleasure as Itachi sped up.

 

Before he knew it yet another finger was added, Itachi stretching him while he kept him in an ungodly amount of pleasure, even going as far as to find his prostrate and scraping against it until Sasuke finally lost it and knew that he would cum... Well, that is if a hand harshly gripping him hadn't stopped his release.

 

He stared wide-eyed up at Itachi, practically crying from being denied his pleasure... He saw no sympathy in his brother's face.

 

“Not yet,” was the breathy moan he received as Itachi settled between his legs, hoisting Sasuke's leg up over his shoulder in such an unnatural position it almost hurt... but he could really care less about the pain in his leg right now... No, all he cared about now was the hardness positioned at his entrance and how Itachi kissed him almost gently before he began to slide in.

 

Never getting used to the pain, Sasuke reached out, gripping Itachi's sweat slicked shoulder blades as he continued to push in, being as gentle as possible, allowing the younger to adjust to his girth before even considering moving. ...Sasuke had to admit... it was a nice change.

 

Once he was settled and the only thing he could feel was Itachi, he nodded against the other's neck, getting a kiss in reply as the Akatsuki began to move, sliding all the way in before pulling out and plunging in yet again.

 

He connected their lips as he continued his thrusts, stretching Sasuke's leg all the way back behind his head as he fought to be as close as physically possible to the body underneath him. Sasuke had never felt anything so good in his entire life.

 

Though he quickly corrected his assumption when Itachi hit that spot inside of him that made him see white, while simultaneously reaching between them to stroke his weeping cock. ...Correction, he had never felt anything that good in his entire life.

 

Itachi was panting loudly against his cheek as he continued his thrusts, trying to keep them slow and even, but as Sasuke started to thrash it seemed his brother's patience wore out and the thrusts began to get much more heated... wilder... Sasuke couldn't have cared less.

 

He was moaning Itachi's name over and over again, letting phrases of affection escape his frazzled brain, arching against the body a top him and coming closer than ever to losing his mind!

 

“I can't take it!” he cried, searching for Itachi's lips, but being so out of it that the closest thing he could find was his cheek. “I'm gonna... Shit, I'm gonna-!!” Crying out once again he released between both their bodies, kissing Itachi on the cheek as he felt the elder do the same, feeling him with a rush of warmth as he collapsed on top of him, panting into his shoulder blade as they both tried to get a semblance of themselves back.

 

Shutting his eyes, Sasuke tried to even out his breathing, thinking it was a lot easier said than done as the body on top of him continued to crush his chest. He pushed up on Itachi, noticing how his brother immediately lifted his body off of his own, resting his weight on his forearms as he loomed over him... saying nothing, and yet so much at the same time.

 

It was in that instance that Sasuke had to know something. “Itachi, tell me I'm yours.”

 

Looking down on him, Itachi didn't even hesitate in leaning down and capturing his lips, saying, “You're mine,” against them as he did.

 

Sasuke smiled, having one down... Now for the harder one. Reaching up, Sasuke let his fingers wrap around silk hair, loving how messy it was around Itachi's face after sex. “Tell me you'll never leave me.”

 

Itachi stared at him a moment before brining up his thumb to caress his bruised lip. The warmness he felt at his gentle touch gave Sasuke hope... Hope for the future... However nothing was said, as his brother suddenly forced his tongue into his mouth...

 

Somehow Itachi seemed to maneuver them both in that kiss, so that when they pulled away Sasuke was half on top of Itachi, head resting against his chest as the Akatsuki sat up. “Sleep,” was all he said, though such words from Itachi were nothing to snub at.

 

“But I thought you said...?” Sasuke tried, absolutely stunned at what he was hearing.

 

“I'll carry you back so that no one notices you were missing.” Itachi looked away then, and the younger one knew that's all he was going to hear on the subject. He didn't care though, because he was going to fall asleep with Itachi... for the first time since he was a child. He was going to fall asleep with Itachi after they had come as close to gentle sex as the two of them could probably ever accomplish.

 

Letting a faint smile cover his features, Sasuke settled down into Itachi's lap, loving how a hand came up to softly pet his spikes as he closed his eyes. ...It was in that moment, just lying there in Itachi's arms... that he could safely say, that despite everything that had happened between them and probably would still happen, he loved him... He always had.

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A.N- AWWWwwwww Awwwww I wrote fluff! What can I say I was stuck in nice mode after the whole Sasori Deidara thing and I couldn't resist….but I figured Sasuke needed some lovin….he is very mistreated after all. But yeah next chapter should be out lickety split.

 

Okay thank you so much for your reviews oh and thanks to my beta for helping with this chapter…

 

 

I don't normally do this, but this review just sorta irked me the wrong way…because well it wasn't helpful it was just…mean…and I got mad and deleted it, which is an immature thing to do…almost as immature as signing a review `you will never know' but yeah here's the review…posted for all to read.

 

 

this story is the stupidest thing ever. who writes fanfiction? I read

it and its like your trying to do the exact same thing with ALL of your

characters. I read two of your other stories. You need to come up with

different plots. The whole idiotic kid in love with a serial killer and

being abused is getting old. Besides your style gets old and i really

wish you were a better writer this story would hvae so much potential.

anyways i guess hopes and dreams never come true now and days. You

should try writing an original maybe that'd be best for you.

 

 

 

All I have to say to this is

 

 

If you don't think all of my stories are the same…then stop reading them

 

If you don't like my writing style…then don't read it

 

If you think someone can write this story better…then wait til they do and then read it instead.

 

 

 

 

 

To all my fans out there! Thank you so much for reading and I would love a review! (glomps)