Naruto Fan Fiction / Naruto Shippuden Fan Fiction ❯ The Never Played Symphonies ❯ Last Night ( Chapter 12 )

 

 

 

The Never Played Symphonies

 

 

Chapter 12: Last Night

 

 

Damn…he was bored again, and not just a little bored where you can handle it. No, he was rip out your brains through your nose bored where nothing could alleviate his frustrations. Though what else was new, with almost three months in this hellhole Sasuke had learned all the ways possible to alleviate boredom.

 

…. Masturbate

 

…. Train

 

…. Masturbate some more after training

 

…Get pissed off at your bastard brother and then ashamingly once more masturbate to his image.

 

It wasn't fair, because being in isolation with nothing but your mind to comfort you always managed to make you horny as hell…or at least he thought so. It also didn't help that he had all new ways to picture Itachi now, and the thought of the night out in the woods made him hard as hell.

 

He flexed his pelvis up, slipping his pants off so that he lay there in just his boxers, adjusting himself to the new uncomfortableness that had taken over his body. He had already finished training with Sasori for the day, and after that they pretty much left him alone to his own devices to rot, and so he knew that he wouldn't be discovered. The only possible one to stumble upon him was Itachi, and well...just the thought of that made him all the harder.

 

Gasping, he plunged one hand into his boxers while the other swirled around his skin that was much too sticky in the heat that had been forced upon him. He flexed his stomach as his hand closed around the tight heat that was driving him mad.

 

He hadn't seen Itachi in a few days…not since he had carried him back to his cell. He wanted to see him…gods he wanted him! He had gotten over all his stipulations about thinking it was wrong to be with Itachi, hell he had even gotten over most of his hatred…or at least he had pushed it inside of him so that every time he saw his brother he didn't want to jab a kunai through his heart. Well he took that back…he supposed that theory very much depended on the day and just how sadistic the elder Uchiha was feeling.

 

Getting off of his train of thought, Sasuke focused on the other aspects of Itachi, such as his face…his abs…his… Moaning at the picture his mind created he imagined himself underneath him, a slick body a top him easily gliding in and out, making him beg for it…making him scream!

 

Itachi had fucked him up in more ways than one, and as his hand began to stroke his prize he let his fantasies become darker, more twisted…just how the Akatsuki liked them. Pleasure coursed through his spine as his thumb swirled around the head, slicking his actions with pre-cum as he moaned unabashedly in his cage.

 

Those strokes sped up, so much in fact that he knew with the way things were going he was going to cum much sooner than he planned. He would once more be left in his boredom, but he would have the very delectable image in his head of himself bound, bent over a table with Itachi pounding mercilessly into his ass.

 

“Oh gods!” He cried, feeling those coils in his stomach tighten, signaling his release. It wouldn't be long…he moaned wantonly, but they were cut short as he felt a presence looming in the area. Shit! “Sasori!' He cried out in excitement, lifting his hands out of his wet boxers and trying to cover his dignity as his eyes snapped open to see his no doubt gloating sensei, only to a very perturbed Itachi standing in his place instead.

 

Well, there were very few times he was actually happy to see Itachi, but he had to say, at this moment, with a painful erection aching between his legs, he would like nothing more than a little quality time with his Aniki.

 

“Enjoy the show?” Sasuke asked teasingly, shifting his hips so that Itachi could see just what he had walked in on…as if he didn't already know. “I could always use some company if you're interested.” He sexily purred, hating himself for whoring himself out on such a level, and yet knowing it would all be worth it when it got Itachi hot and bothered…which knowing the nymphomaniac his brother was it more than likely would.

 

Itachi said nothing, undoing the lock to the bars and stepping inside the Uchiha's cell, walking over to the sex starved teenager and motioning him up to his feet. To which Sasuke obeyed, and was immediately backhanded back to the ground for his efforts.

 

Sasuke was about ready to retaliate with an attack of his own, but Itachi beat him to the punch, grabbing him by the neck and slamming him up against the wall, leaning into to whisper against his ear as he let his anger get the best of him. “Was he good in your fantasies?” The Uchiha hissed in his ear, dropping him once more to the floor before getting a semblance of control over himself and stated much more calmly. “Leader has requested a meeting with you. Get dressed and I shall take you to him.”

 

“What the fuck is wrong with you…other than the normal of course.” Sasuke sneered from his point on the floor, kicking out to try to hurt the bastard but missing by a margin as Itachi side-stepped the attack. This wasn't like his brother…he was always horny. To turn him down like this…well, something had to be wrong!

 

Itachi glared down at him with a look that spoke of nothing but hatred, and Sasuke barely managed to grasp how their fucked up relationship had went from gentle sex in the woods back to this.

 

“Sometimes your weakness is stomachable, but now you disgust me too much to ever get it up for you.” Sasuke sneered, hating when the asshole talked down to him in such a way. He hated everything about Itachi! He couldn't believe he had been thinking those earlier sentiments when all he wanted to do now was knee the bastard in the balls so that he for sure couldn't `get it up'.

 

He didn't though, because he knew he would just lose that fight. No, instead he got to his feet, determined to prove his older brother wrong in at least this department. “What? Don't tell me all those times you took pleasure in pounding in and out of my ass you were thinking of someone else?” He hoped not. “Tell me, Aniki, when you were fucking Shisui were you thinking of him, or did you cum to my image even then?”

 

His snide quick thinking brother said nothing to that, no his face paled a little and that's the moment Sasuke chose to strike, pushing back on his chest so that he fell on the cot, leaning against the wall to create a perfect lap for the horny Uchiha boy to straddle.

 

Sasuke nuzzled his face within the crook of the elder's neck, noticing just how stiff Itachi's body had become. “How many times did you wish it was me you were fucking?” His fingernails dug into the Akatsuki's shoulders as he ran his lips along the other's jaw line. “When you emptied into our cousin did you wish it were my cute little innocent ass instead…you sick fuck!” He hissed, biting down on Itachi's pulse and reveling in the shudder he received because of it.

 

The Uchiha was actually immensely enjoying himself while he wished all of his taunts were true, that was until a strong hand connected with his face, once more backhanding him to the ground and leaving him sprawled on the floor to nurse his quickly bruising cheek.

 

“For such a pathetic specimen I would say you've gotten a little full of yourself.” Itachi hissed, harsh anger evident in your voice. “I would learn your place as a dog, because the more you speak the more my hatred for you festers and grows.”

 

Sasuke's heart skipped at that, knowing that Itachi was serious. He was angrier than he had ever before seen him, and for the life of him the Uchiha had no idea why. How could he go from letting him snuggle into his lap to saying that he once more hated him?

 

His bangs fell in front of his face as his nails dug into the concrete, fighting off the desolate feeling pooling in the pit of his stomach. “Do you not want me anymore?” He asked crestfallen, barely fighting back the shaking in his voice. “Have you had your fill?” He hissed, getting once more to his feet as he started walking towards him. “Am I washed up? Useless? Not worth my precious Aniki's time anymore now that he's bent me to his will?” Sasuke growled, standing in front of Itachi who was still looking up at him without saying a word.

 

That's when he realized it. Itachi was just acting the other night when he had been gentle…just as he had when they were younger and he had lapped up everything he had said as if he were a god. He couldn't believe that after all that had happened he had allowed himself to once more fall prey to such a manipulation. In any case, it wouldn't happen again! Because now he knew exactly whom his brother was inside, and the only way he could come close to penetrating that thick shell he had built up around him was to play his game…once more.

 

Ignoring the emotionless stare he was receiving, Sasuke once more pushed his way into that lap, groaning a little as his still hard cock brushed against Itachi's hipbone. “I'll be whatever you want Aniki…only for you.” Itachi's eyes flashed red with the Sharingan at that as he explored his face, obviously searching for an answer to Sasuke's lie that he wasn't yet willing to give. “…I'll be your dog if you want me to be.” He whispered into the elder's ear, moving his hips against his and reveling in the pleasure that streaked down his spine. “You can kick me around and mistreat me, but I'll always come back to you.”

 

Sasuke was breathing rather heavy by this point, continuing his motions with his hips, rubbing them over and over against Itachi's pelvis as he encircled his arms around his brother's neck, panting into his chest as he began to gyrate his hips even more. He was still so sensitive from his earlier activities that he couldn't stop the mewls from escaping his throat as he rolled his hips up and down, practically humping the totally unresponsive body beneath him.

 

“...Aniki.” The Uchiha moaned, reveling in how he felt Itachi's cock twitch beneath him as those eyes he was staring at took on a tone of lust…only fueling his desires more so. His plan was working out perfectly…it seemed Itachi liked the tag along submissive child of youth just as much as Sasuke liked his kind aniki.

 

He was so close!...so damn close… Sasuke's eyes shut as he continued to ride his brother, humping his pelvis just like the dog he was pretending to be. “Nii-san…Nii-san I'm gonna cum!” He screamed, before doing just what he said and soiling his boxers as the creamy white fluid shot from him and he collapsed on top of the body he was straddling, more than a little pleased to feel a hardness rubbing up against his now flaccid cock.

 

A smirk traveled to his face as he panted against Itachi's chest, reaching out to make random drawings with his fingers along the clothed skin. “Should I fix it for you?” Sasuke chided playfully, still in bliss that his plan had succeeded, Itachi wanted him, no matter what he tried to claim.

 

Apparently though Itachi didn't take this recent revelation near as well as he had hoped because in the next moment he was once more pushed off his brother's lap so that his tailbone collided painfully with the floor.

 

Looking up to glare, Sasuke immediately regretted his decision as he was met by a deadly sight. Itachi was staring down at him, his eyes getting darker and darker by the second as his voice took on an almost demon like quality to it. “I don't want to fix it!” Was the hissed out response that sent a chill of fear down the younger's spine as the demonic voice rang through the air and he realized he had gone too far.

 

Itachi reached down to him then, and Sasuke allowed himself to be dragged up without hesitation, knowing that if he fought it would only increase his brother's ire by this point. His eyes had begun to swirl, and as the Uchiha saw the all too familiar windmill like Sharingan appear in them, he shut his eyes, the feeling of hopeless dread already encasing him.

 

“No…please no.” He whined, appealing to the part of Itachi that he knew had a soul, no matter how far lost that soul might be. Itachi didn't seem to have any mercy, just holding him all the tighter as he leaned in so that their eyes were no doubt aligned.

 

“Open. Them. Now.” Itachi hissed in that same dangerous voice as before, and Sasuke could only imagine the look of death etched into that perfect porcelain face. Just knowing that made him shut his eyes even tighter. Sasuke could feel the Akatsuki get even closer as he let his face nuzzle the sensitive point just behind ear. “If you don't open them, I shall open them for you, and I assure you, dear brother, that is something you do not want.”

 

Knowing that either way Itachi was going to inflict damage, Sasuke chose to keep his eyes shut, shaking as a hand came up his still bare chest, twirling a pink stub around in his finger before leaning down to bite at it playfully. Between trying to fight off both pleasure and fear, after a particularly loud moan Sasuke managed to whimper out, “Please don't do this.”

 

“I thought you wanted me to touch you?” Itachi chided, running skillful hands up his sides, pushing the boxers even lower so they rested daintily on his hipbones as the Uchiha rubbed circles tantalizingly along the flesh.

 

“Itachi stop.” Sasuke commanded, putting more venom in his voice than his quivering body really had.

 

“Or what?” His brother asked, once more dangerously close to his face. “What are you going to do to stop me, Otouto?” Sasuke didn't know the answer to that. As a matter of fact he had been wondering the exact same thing and had come up short on more than one occasion, so he did the only thing he could do in a situation such as this, he pressed his face forwards and connected his mouth to the one hovering close to his own.

 

Responding immediately, Itachi pulled him closer, gripping his back as he crushed their bodies together, taking Sasuke's gasp of surprise as open invitation to slide his tongue along the roof of his mouth, making them move together almost gracefully. Sasuke kept his eyes shut throughout the whole process, knowing that one kiss wasn't enough to calm his brother's fury, but at the same time it might be enough to save him from the cruel fate Itachi had in store for him. He knew for a fact that this time it wasn't a bluff, if he were to open his eyes the bastard would for sure use Tsukuyomi on him, and he would once more be lost in the blackness.

 

Though such thoughts faded from his head as Itachi continued to knead their lips, taking extra care to send a jolt of pleasure down the younger's spine every time their lips touched. He loved this…this doting affectionate act that was the one thing that ever gave him even the slightest inclination that Itachi cared at all. You could tell a lot from a kiss, and when he kissed him he thought of their days of youth, when his brother had cared…or at least pretended too.

 

Everything was cut short, however, when he heard the distinct sound of metal clashing as a blade was withdrew, and before Sasuke even had time to process a thought he was thrown against the bars of his cell and a kunai was jabbed into the palm of his hand, stabbed in so hard that it went right through the metal of the bars as Sasuke screamed out in pain, not being able to stop from having his eyes shoot open…meeting Itachi's cold glaring ones in the process.

 

He never thought he had screamed louder than when the pain from his hand wound shot through him, and noticing how Itachi held no sympathy, he tried to pull his hand away from the bars, only succeeding in making the kunai slash deeper.

 

“What the fuck is wrong with you!?” He cried, inside thankfully beyond all imagination that stabbing him was the only torture his brother had inflicted. He had thought that without a doubt he would have trapped him in a ninjutsu the moment he opened his eyes.

 

Not feeling much sense at the moment Sasuke began to claw at the blade, trying to get it out even though it wouldn't budge an inch, leaving his bleeding appendage stuck to the metal.

 

His face was beginning to pale with blood loss as he continued to try to free himself, all the while glaring at Itachi with a look that he hoped could free his hand from the kunai and send the blade into the bastard's chest cavity.

 

Itachi reached out to him then, placing a hand over Sasuke's mangled one, gently trying to get him to stop thrashing around, but the younger wanted nothing `gentle' with his brother. “Don't fucking touch me!” He screamed, butting his shoulder forward and knocking the Akatsuki away.

 

The pain in his hand was almost unbearable by this time as the flesh continued to tear. Who knew how much damage his was doing to the nerves…it didn't matter though, because this was too much. Why the hell did Itachi put him through this!? He was gentle with him one moment, and torturing him the next! Wasn't it enough that he had practically given up his life for him!? Wasn't it enough that he had let himself become nothing more than his whore!?

 

“You'll ruin that hand for sure if you keep thrashing around in such a way.” Itachi stated calmly, hell he even sounded a little bored. “Be still and I'll take it out for you, for I assure you you'll never get it out yourself.”

 

Sasuke's body stilled at that, panting a little as he gripped his bleeding hand with his other arm. He knew Itachi was right, and if he tried to pull it out himself he risked further damage, but he did not want help from the sadistic freak that had done this to him in the first place!

 

Though that didn't stop his body from allowing Itachi closer so that hand once more covered his own as those skillful fingers closed around the handle. “Good boy, at least you still know how to listen, which is an important skill to have for what I'm about to tell you.” The Akatsuki leaned in then, rubbing the hair away from Sasuke's now sticky brow. “This injury is nothing.” The hand attentively petting his head suddenly turned fierce and gripped his hair, pulling his head back and making him gasp in pain from both that and his hand. “Betray me again, Little Brother, and I'll personally see that you suffer in my mind for years on end.” Sasuke's eyes widened in shock at that, but he couldn't even ask about this supposed betrayal because the kunai was harshly ripped from his hand, leaving him to fall battered to the floor as he clutched his wound to his chest in agony.

 

“Get yourself dressed and cleaned up.” Itachi commanded from above him, not even showing him the kindness of checking on the wound he himself had inflicted. “I'll be waiting around the corner to take you to Leader.”

 

Still hunched over, Sasuke clutched at his hand, watching as blood spurted across the dingy floor. He couldn't even move it without white-hot pain lancing up him and making him grip his wrist in immeasurable pain.

 

What the hell was wrong with Itachi? He had practically ruined his hand, a thing very much needed for a shinobi, and for what?...a betrayal? Sasuke scoffed cynically to himself as he ripped up his ruined boxers and began to make a make-shift bandage. Of all the people he had recently betrayed, he was sure Itachi was not one of them. As a matter of fact it seemed that his brother was the only one he could even stay loyal to at all.

 

It took a while to maneuver himself into clothing with only one hand, but after he had managed to he met his quiet brother around the other end of the hallway, and was silently led towards the room he had visited when they had first came here and was met with the eyes of the Leader.

 

“What took you so long Uchiha? I was expecting you over an hour ago.” Sasuke gave a glare to his brother, who didn't even seem to be acknowledging his existence in the universe anymore as he stared blankly forward at the man who made him do his bidding.

 

“I was delayed.” He said dryly, holding up his hand as testament. “I had a little accident with a kunai. My brother was kind enough to pull it out for me.” He said this with yet another glare towards his side as his hand ached as blood began to seep through his makeshift bandages.

 

The Leader gave his haggard appearance a good look before scoffing to himself. “No doubt these accidents happen quite often around you.” He asked with a somewhat smirk, eyes never leaving Itachi's

 

“You have no idea.” Sasuke shot back with, not at all liking the fact that the murderous bastard seemed to know something about Itachi that he didn't. “Now why is it that you called me here?...Forgive my rudeness but you haven't exactly been a hospitable host since I arrived.”

 

Leader didn't seem fazed by the rudeness; as a matter of fact his eyes seemed to become alight with mirth. “Well young Uchiha your wait does not need to last much longer. In two days time you will slay Orochimaru, and take your place as one of us by reclaiming the ring of Sky from his cold lifeless finger.”

 

“Two days?” Sasuke asked, trying not to sound too eager, yet at the same time hyperventilating inside. He was going to the Village of Sound in two days? He was going to kill Orochimaru?

 

“Sasori has told me your training is efficient, and if it isn't than you have wasted more than enough of my time already with your failure. You will go and die, or you will live and return what was lost to us, but you will go.”

 

Sasuke gave a nod, for the first time feeling a hint of fear at having to go face one of the legendary Sannin. What if his training hadn't been sufficient? What if he failed his brother yet again?

 

“Am I going into Sound alone?” He asked, his voice as far away as his mind felt. He squeezed his injured hand together, causing more blood to drip to the floor. Even if he succeeded in slaying Orochimaru, he knew that likelihood of him escaping was not high.

 

“No.” Leader said the one word he had been praying for, and he turned his onyx eyes forward, praying for a glimpse of hope through the darkness. “Sasori will be going with you.” Hope that, unlike when he relied on Itachi to bring to him, actually came.

 

“Sasori?” He said breathlessly, relief flooding through him at the thought of his sensei accompanying him on his most dangerous mission yet. He let out a breath he hadn't even realize he was holding as he bit back the smirk from covering his features. He may still die from this mission, but perhaps now his percentage for living had risen by a large enough margin that he could actually succeed in his mission to Konoha, a place he hadn't thought about in quite some time.

 

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The night before the mission found Sasuke sitting in bed, staring up at the ceiling as sleep refused to claim him. How could he sleep on a night like this though? Tomorrow would either bring about his future, or leave his rotting corpse in the ground. He hadn't allowed himself to worry too much about Orochimaru before this, because with the prison cell, and Sasori and Itachi's very different forms of training, it hadn't really felt like he was about to fight for his life to join an organization that went against everything he thought…everything he believed in. And for what?...to protect Konoha?...To save Naruto? If he were being completely honest with himself were those reasons even in his head anymore?

 

When was the last time he had thought about his home? When had he pictured Naruto's stupid grin, or Sakura's cheery smile? When was the last time he had thought about just how annoyed he would be when Kakashi-sensei didn't show up on time and made a lame excuse? To be honest, he had only been gone three months and Konoha had started to feel further away than he could have ever imagined.

 

If he ever managed to get that scroll and return to the hidden leaf village, would he be greeted with open arms? Would they even want him back? Tsunade was the only one that knew of his mission, and so to everyone else he was just another missing nin following in his brother's footsteps. When he walked back through those doors would Naruto's face still look so trusting, or would it look back at him and see the monster he had truly become. ….A murderer who loves his own brother. …A murderer who deep down in his heart wants to stay and be loved back by the one he should hate most.

 

He flexed his injured hand, sore and stiff from training earlier that day. Itachi had not been to see him since then, and he still had no idea why his brother was so upset with him in the first place. What had he done, other than completely whore himself out, that had gotten Itachi so upset? His brother had always been a little crazy, but he had never gotten that angry with him before. He had no doubt in his mind that Itachi meant what he said about torturing him for years on end, he just wished he knew why. He hadn't seen his brother act like this since he had caught him with Naruto.

 

Sasuke paused in his thoughts, eyes widening to an unforgiving ceiling. Was that it? Was that the missing piece of the puzzle? Itachi was jealous…he thought he had strayed? To whom? The Uchiha racked his brain to try to think of something that would give Itachi ammo to accuse him, and the only person he could even think of was Sasori….probably because it was the only other person besides his brother that he ever saw. …Deidara didn't count, because that was unfathomable…and he didn't even want to picture it.

 

He wasn't an idiot; he saw the looks Itachi gave him whenever he was around Sasori. He had been growing increasingly short tempered, and Sasuke knew that soon he would just snap and do to the redhead all the things his eyes told him he wished too. If he had slaughtered his entire family just to prove that he could, then he supposed it wasn't much of a stretch to kill one of his teammates for bad assumptions. The Uchiha shuddered at the thought. No! He would not allow Itachi to do this! He had let him take away everybody he loved before, and he would be damned if he allowed him to take away the one person that he showed him even an ounce of kindness since he had been there! He would not allow Itachi to win!

 

“You're thinking about him again.” Sasuke was pretty sure he jumped ten feet in the air at the familiar voice. He turned his head to Sasori as his heart beat a million miles an hour, glaring daggers at the one who had interrupted his reprieve.

 

“What the hell are you talking about?” He shot back, but his arrogance ended as soon as he saw Sasori point to his forehead and saw that he was once more had his hand resting there.

 

Scowling, Sasuke brought his hand away from his face, sitting up in his cell to see Sasori illuminated in the moonlight. “What are you doing here?” Not paying any attention to the snappy retorts, the puppet master walked closer, undoing the lock to Sasuke's cell and opening it.

 

“Well I thought since we're leaving tomorrow you might want one more night of training, or at least to clear your head.” Sasuke gave a nod, on the inside letting the relief wash over him at the chance to get out of his cell and clear his head. …It was strange how well Sasori knew him sometimes. Not to say he wasn't grateful for it, but it was still strange nonetheless. He never thought he'd find anything even akin to kindness here, let alone a friend.

 

Getting up, he silently followed Sasori out the door and out into the training grounds where they always practiced, relieved beyond belief to feel the cool night air on his face and not have to be stuck in that cramped cell that reeked of blood and sex any longer. It would do him good to clear his head, and maybe…just maybe, if he managed to calm down a little before the next day he might actually leave from the Sound Village alive.

 

“Are you frightened of the future?” Was the question suddenly asked of him as they made it to the clearing. Sasuke's eyebrows furrowed in thought, knowing he could never answer that question truthfully, and yet at the same time no longer wanting to lie.

 

“Sometimes.” Was his response as he turned his eyes up to the sky, the thousands of stars glittering like diamonds in his dark eyes. “I know I shouldn't feel fear. I am an avenger after all…” His heart skipped a beat as his breath hitched in his chest, he couldn't believe he was about to spill his darkest secret. “But what life is left for me when I know I can no longer kill the one whose blood my clan screams for from the grave?” He ran a hand through his hair, not even bothering to look at the no doubt disappointed look on his sensei's face. “How is that not terrifying?” He whispered, doubting Sasori even heard him, but when he felt a hand a little too hard to be made of flesh on his shoulder he knew that the puppet master had.

 

“Do not fear it.” Sasori said close to his ear as that hand on his shoulder tightened slightly in support. “You will never have power with him if you hide what you feel.” The hand used its leverage then to spin him around so that Sasuke was now facing the man. “But know this…death by your hands is what he truly desires.”

 

Onyx eyes widened to saucers at that, and he pulled away as if burned, not believing the one he had come to trust had said such a thing. “Shut up!” He shot back, shaking his spikes to try to clear what he had just heard. “Itachi would never want such a thing!” He couldn't…he wouldn't. His brother had always played with him, but that was because he knew Sasuke would fail. He had to know that…he had to know that he could never truly hate him.

 

Sasori walked closer to him, pushing on the fragile Uchiha's chest so that his back hit a tree. “Did you really think what you have with him could last?” The redhead stated calmly, and even though there was no venom in his voice it still hurt like hell. “His eyes are dead, and I admit the only time you ever see a spark of life in them is when he looks at you, but that will not save him forever.”

 

“I said shut up!” Sasuke all but screamed, grabbing Sasori by the collar and switching their positions so that he was the one slammed against the tree, pressing his weight into the older man as he snarled in his face. “What the hell do you think you know you son of a bitch!?” He gripped his collar, fighting back the urge to strangle him. “You act like you know us, but you weren't there for our life! It may be fucked up now but it wasn't always so! He used to be kind!” His eyes stung as he fought back the prickling in the corner of his eyes. “He used to hold me when I was sick, and be there for me when my father would only shun!”

 

Despite how much he fought it off he couldn't stop the warm wet tears from streaming down his face as his voice began to shake. “My aniki protected me! He cared for me when no one else in the world gave me even the time of day, and that's why I hate him so much…because he left me all alone, and took away anyone else that could possibly take his place!” He was full out shaking by this time as he struggled to get a hold of himself, to no avail. “He doesn't want me to kill him…he wants me to rely on him, because without him I'm nothing.” He was shaking so bad by this point that he didn't even notice the arms wrapping around him and pulling him forward into a make-shift hug, no he was much too far gone by this point to even care. “Without him I'm just the sad little boy with no parents and no future.”

 

The Uchiha continued to let the tears fall down his face as he returned the hug, squeezing on to Sasori's odd body as he buried his face in his chest. He had never allowed himself to be this vulnerable before, and even though his brain was screaming at him that this was his enemy and to back away he couldn't help but squeeze on tighter to the person he had grown so close to, albeit the odd circumstances that led him there.

 

They stayed like that for quite awhile with Sasuke huddled in the warmth of Sasori's arms. He held him until the tears had stopped, and then he continued to hold him as Sasuke moved his head away so that he could once more stare up at the stars, something, he noticed, Sasori was doing as well.

 

A shooting star streaked across the sky, and Sasuke wished for luck on the mission tomorrow, even though a shinobi isn't supposed to believe in such things, and that's when he realized that Sasori had brought him out here for this. It wasn't to train, because in the physical aspect Sasuke knew he was more than ready, it was to get him prepared in a whole other field, which he had done

 

Keeping your emotions bubbled up in such a way can be draining, and now, well he felt like there was some kind of huge weight lifted from upon his shoulders. Not caring about his reservations or how it might appear, Sasuke snuggled deeper into Sasori's arms, for the first time since his clan had been massacred allowed someone to dote affection on him that he so desperately needed.

 

“Thank you.” He said into the night sky, but he knew Sasori had heard him. The puppet master always seemed to be able to hear his quiet whispers of speech that allowed people to see that, unlike his brother, he wasn't quite dead inside just yet.

 

“Shouldn't you be resting, Otouto?” Came an icy voice to the side, and for the first time Sasuke realized just how bad this might look to an outside observer. Given the fact that he had just settled on the fact that his brother thought he was messing around with the man he was currently nestled under that stars with, this might not end all that well.

 

Wiping his eyes to make sure there were no more tears, Sasuke quickly pulled away from the Akatsuki, not being able to make eye contact with either of them as he realized how badly this all was going to go. “I was just about to Itachi. Sasori was just giving me one more night of training before I leave tomorrow.”

 

Itachi's Sharingan eyes narrowed dangerously as he took in the scene before him. “Training?” He bit out coldly. “Is that what they're calling it these days?” The snide tone in his voice was enough to make Sasuke stare guiltily at floor, even though for the life of him he couldn't figure out what it was he had to feel guilty about.

 

“Aniki…” He said the term of endearment he had all the times when he was a kid and got scolded. “Sasori-sensei didn't do anything. He was helping me…it was nothing.” He tried in vain, but it seemed every time he moved his mouth Itachi got even angrier. Of course to the casual observer he looked completely natural, or as natural as anyone with glowing red eyes looks, but he could tell that the Uchiha was upset…and it always seemed to be because of him.

 

“Come here.” Was the command issued to him, all of his earlier ramblings being ignored. Not being able to look towards the, so far silent, puppet master, Sasuke headed over to Itachi, to no doubt have to deal with a lot of pain he had in store for him. If it were anyone other than Itachi, and if they weren't giving him that look that said death, he would have told them to fuck off…as it were though, he could do nothing but obey as his brother tipped his chin up, forcing him to look into the Sharingan eyes that always promised so much suffering. He had begun to fear those eyes more than anything, except Itachi himself.

 

“Go take a walk while I talk to your sensei.” Was the calm remark, hell Itachi actually had the gall to turn his hand over, faintly stroking his cheek as he said that. However, Sasuke didn't care how nice he was acting, he knew the moment he left them that his bastard of a brother would try to kill Sasori.

 

“No.” He stated firmly, batting the hand away and crossing his arms in front of him. “Like hell I'm going to leave you here alone with him.” He was firm in his resolve, but when he heard laughter from behind him he turned to see the redhead smirking at him.

 

“Don't worry Sasuke, I think I can handle myself…even against your big bad brother.” He mocked, and even though normally that would get a smile out of the younger Uchiha, now it only brought a wince. Considering the state Itachi was in, Sasuke was sure that mocking him wasn't the best idea.

 

His thought was confirmed when Itachi yanked him towards him, gripping his shoulder tightly with one hand, and using the other to grab at places he most certainly did not want grabbed, squeezing so tight that Sasuke cried out in pain.

 

That hand gripped his penis and balls, harshly massaging them as he held Sasuke so he couldn't move, all the way causing a sensation to rush down the Uchiha's spine and make him groan as he realized just what had happened as Itachi gripped his bladder as hard as he could. “I assume you don't want to piss yourself in front of us?” The bastard asked, squeezing even harder until Sasuke slowly shook his head no. “Then go empty your bladder, and our conversation will be over by the time you get back.”

 

Itachi gave one more harsh squeeze to the younger's privates before dropping him to the floor, and Sasuke had to fight ever urge in him not to piss his pants right there. “Stupid bastard.” He grumbled, fighting his way to his feet and stumbling off into the woods. Honestly he didn't want to leave his sensei with such a monster, but he had no choice. Itachi was going to get him to leave one way or another, and at least this way he saved himself much pain and embarrassment. After all Sasori might not be too keen to hug him next time after he saw him wet his pants. Though on the bright side Itachi might be disgusted enough to stop practically raping him all the time.

 

Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, Sasuke went a little ways into the woods, finding a random bush and relieving the pressure that was about to make him cry. He gave a sigh of contentment as the relief flooded through him as something entirely differently flooded out.

 

He zipped up his pants, masking his presence as much as possible as he made his way back to the clearing. If he were lucky he would get to hear at least a few snippets of the conversation before the Akatsuki members sensed him and once more quieted down. He needed to hear this conversation…he wanted so much to know what Itachi would divulge to somebody when he knew he wasn't listening.

 

He got about twenty-five yards away from the clearing before he could pick up the faint sound of voices, doing well to hide himself amongst the shrubbery as he could hear Sasori talk, and he knew that if he was there he would be wincing all over again.

 

“Now now Itachi, I never knew you to be so paranoid.” Sasori taunted, and he could just imagine the look of death etched out on his brother's perfect face. “Maybe I should do as you say. You can't make him wait forever.”

 

“What exactly are you implying?” Itachi shot back, not even trying to mask his anger.

 

“That not only could I care for him better than you, anyone could.” Was Sasori's cold response, and Sasuke couldn't help but widen his eyes in surprise. He knew the redhead's opinion on Itachi, but he couldn't believe he had actually said such a thing.

 

“Something tells me your blond toy wouldn't appreciate that statement all that much.” Itachi bit out icily, but it didn't seem to affect Sasori for he immediately shot back a reply.

 

“Deidara is not a toy, unlike you I don't see him as one of my playthings.” Itachi scoffed, and Sasuke stood frozen to the spot, needing to know what he would say back.

 

“He knows his place in my life, so why shouldn't I treat him as such?” Sasuke's heart fell at that. It was much more of a low blow than anything Itachi had done earlier could be. So that's how he saw him?...as his toy? He shook his head…what a sad and miserable existence he had brought upon himself.

 

Not caring to have to listen to anymore of the painful conversation, Sasuke stepped out of his hiding place, much too broken to even bother to glare daggers at the bastard who had torn him up inside. “I want to sleep.” He said deadpanned, not bothering to look at either one as he stood in-between them…always in-between them.

 

He didn't care about the exchange of looks between them, or how he could feel eyes burning into his face. No, he didn't care about anything. He knew his place in Itachi's life, he always had…and now it was just confirmed. It was strange though, because he never knew something he had always known could hurt so much.

 

“I'll take you.” Itachi said from behind him, walking off towards the hideout and leaving Sasuke to trail behind him in his wake. He was too tired by that point so he did as he was told, following behind his brother like always as they left Sasori in the clearing. He had no doubt that he would hear about it tomorrow…all about his weakness. That was one thing Sasori and Itachi had in common, they both thought he was weak…and, considering the circumstances, he would have to agree.

 

Itachi stopped a little before they got back to camp, and for the first time since he had heard them talking, Sasuke chanced a glance upwards to see that the Sharingan had faded out of his eyes, only to be replaced by the same onyx color as his own.

 

“Are you prepared?” Was the short cryptic question he got from his brother, but he was used to it by now.

 

“For Orochimaru?” He asked, following his brother's lead as he drew them both against the bark of an old oak tree, letting his hand rest lightly on the younger's thighs as Sasuke turned his face towards the stars.

 

The Akatsuki made a noise in his throat to confirm his answer, starting to trail his fingers up and down Sasuke's leg as they continued to lean side by side against the wide trunk. “If you do this you will be allowed into the Akatsuki. You will be revered as one of the strongest and allowed to take over the world.” The soothing hand stopped. “But killing a decrepit snake is not a victory worthy of such praise, and it certainly isn't worthy of mine.”

 

Sasuke shut his eyes, tearing them away from the sky and turning to face Itachi, despair almost engulfing him as he heard the familiar words once more spit back at him. “What would be worthy of your praise then?” He said icily, sick to death of having to prove himself. “What more can I do to make you happy?”

 

A hand came to rest on his chin then, tipping it up so that their lips gently connected, and at the sheer tenderness behind it Sasuke couldn't help but open up to him, allowing Itachi's tongue to slide along his own, reveling in one of the few tender kisses he was ever given.

 

He placed a few more chaste kisses on his lips before he pulled away, just far enough so the Sasuke could still feel the sound vibrations echo off his lips. “Kill him.” Sasuke's eyes widened at the deadly spoken command that just didn't seem to go too well with sweet kisses.

 

“Who?” He asked, knowing deep down whom it was and that he most certainly was not Orochimaru.

 

“Sasori.” Itachi stated, all the while searching the younger's face for a response, to which Sasuke was too shocked to give. “What better way to prove yourself loyal to me…worthy of me, then to slay your own sensei in cold blood.” Itachi pulled him back in, seemingly unaware of the stiff unresponsive body in his arms. “You would have my respect, and my adoration…and the thing you desire.” Itachi leaned in then, making sure to whisper sensually against his ear. “The stolen scroll from Konoha.”

 

Pushing back, Sasuke's eyes widened fearfully at that, shaking his head as the terror crept up his spine. “How did you know?” He asked, noticing how Itachi's eyes seemed to take on a dark glaze.

 

“I am no fool.” Was his only response, and Sasuke wasn't about to confirm anymore of his suspicions, so he kept his mouth shut, letting everything else sink in. How could he ask that of him? How could he ask him to kill one of the only people to ever show him an ounce of kindness? And for what…Itachi's approval? Did it really mean so much? …His heart ached as he lied to himself about the answer. Of course it meant a lot, hell it meant everything. It was all he ever lived for, and all he had to do was kill someone he had grown to care about.

 

He knew he couldn't for that reason alone, but the scroll! It was his very reason for being here, and damn how Itachi found out, if his brother gave him it he could return to Konoha…to his home! He shook his head, feeling that despair once more settling over him….how could he ask such a thing of him?

 

“I have something for you.” Itachi's voice startled him, and he realized he had been just standing there for quite some time staring out into the distance, trying to stop his heart from shattering.

 

“I want nothing you could give me.” Sasuke snarled, for the first time starting to feel the anger that had been deluded by his shock. Glancing up though that tricky feeling of shock flooded back as he saw Itachi reach behind him, unfastening the necklace he always wore from around his neck and holding it up so that the stones glittered in the moonlight.

 

Sasuke's eyes were transfixed on the powerful stones as Itachi practically dangled it in front of his face, giving a laugh at the younger's response. “Oh somehow I doubt that, Otouto.” Was Itachi's remark as he reached behind him, placing the necklace he had received as a gift around the giver's neck.

 

“Why?” Was Sasuke's whispered response, looking from the necklace, to Itachi, and then back to the necklace again. This was wrong. In all the years since he had given it to the Uchiha he had never seen it not around his neck. At first he had thought it was for sentimental reasons, but now he knew better. Like all things with Itachi it was for the power, and he never allowed that power to stray from his neck.

 

Itachi leaned down to kiss him, and even though Sasuke allowed it he was too much in shock to do anything to reciprocate the affection. “It will protect you.” Was the reply, and Sasuke couldn't help but lean into his brother's touches as he reached out to stroke his hair. “You will come back to me.”

 

“Itachi!” Sasuke cried, flinging forward at that and throwing his arms around the elder's neck, connecting their mouths once again as he let everything wash over him. How could he say such things after asking him to kill one of his only friends? More importantly, how could Sasuke's heart swell after the way he had just been treated…after what he had just been asked to do?

 

They pulled away, and Itachi kept his forehead trained on Sasuke's own, letting metal clash against metal as they rested on the sign of their betrayal. “You will do this for me, Sasuke.” Itachi said, using the rarity of his name while addressing him. “You will do it, or you will lose everything.”

 

With that Itachi pulled away completely from his brother's grasp. “I believe you can find your way back on your own.” Were his last words as he started walking the other way, leaving Sasuke with no feeling in his legs as everything came rushing at him and he could no longer support his own weight. The shinobi collapsed onto the ground, feeling the cold mud between his fingertips as the decision he was faced with loomed over him, leaving him much less prepared for the sun to rise than he had ever imagined.

 

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A.N- HEY! Sorry for the long update, but I actually had this chapter finished about two weeks ago, it was just I WAS AT AX in Long Beach (dies of excitement) and we didn't get any internet there! I got a little weasel Itachi plushie (and hundreds of dollars of other things there) So yeah! It's getting so sad, and next chapter will be the Orochimaru thing! Hope you enjoyed and please review! Luv yas!