Naruto Fan Fiction / Naruto Shippuden Fan Fiction ❯ The Never Played Symphonies ❯ Just Like You Part 1 ( Chapter 14 )

 

 

The Never Played Symphonies

 

 

Chapter 14: Just Like You Part 1

 

“Sasuke come back!” The little boy heard his cousin yell behind him as he raced towards the bridge down by the river. He as determined to jump into the crisp refreshing water that it seemed Shisui wanted to keep him from. “Sasuke if you don't come back I swear I won't give you any desert!”

 

He scoffed, as if that would stop him. Sweets were disgusting anyways…they always left a bad taste on his tongue that wouldn't go away for what seemed like forever. No, nothing would stop him from reaching the water, because it was hot outside, and he had just learned how to swim!

 

Leaping into the air, Sasuke went to make a canon ball into the water, but two arms wrapped around him just as his feet were hovering just across the bridge and pulled him back, preventing him from ever reaching his goal.

 

Pouting at Shisui's actions, Sasuke turned around to give him a piece of his mind, but saw that it wasn't his cousin who had stopped him from jumping into the rapid waters, but his aniki instead.

 

“Niisan!” He cried out in surprise, squirming in Itachi's arms until the other placed him on the ground. It was only then that the little boy realized just what he had been prevented from doing, and he couldn't help but stomp his foot to the ground in anger. “You're mean! All I wanted to do was swim!”

 

Itachi gave a `hmmfff' reaching out to ruffle the spikes on Sasuke's head before turning towards Shisui. “Getting outrun by a child, cousin?...How shameful.” He let a small smile form on his face, firmly ignoring the death glare he was receiving from the boy next to him. “And if you're going to threaten him, try to be more wise about it…After all my Otouto hates sweets.”

 

Sasuke silently beamed at that, all previous anger gone. After all he had never complained when his mother had made him some sugar filled desert, and yet his niisan had picked up on it anyways. Reaching out, he grabbed at Itachi's hand, catching the teenager by surprise as he looked down at the boy standing next to him and gave a small smile.

 

“So tell me Otouto, why is it you were running towards the river?” He asked, tugging a little on his hand as the three of them walked back towards the bank where the picnic that Sasuke had abandoned was set up.

 

It was one of the few days they had time to spend together, after all Itachi and Shisui were always off on missions, and even when they weren't it was quite rare that they took him along with them on their day off.

 

“I just wanted to show you I could! Because you had to leave right after you showed me how, and I wanted to show you how good I got!” Sasuke cried, sinking into his spot by his plate of half finished food as Itachi gave a sigh, sitting next to Shisui who was trying to hide a smile.

 

“I will watch you swim Otouto…next time I'm home, I promise.” The older Uchiha reached out, obviously going to poke the boy's forehead, but paused half way when he saw the chubby hands covering his target.

 

“Don't do that! You always break your promises when you do that!” He watched Itachi give a small nod, before letting his hand drop down by his side. It was true though, he would always say `Forgive me Sasuke, another time' and that time would never come. He knew his brother had no intention of keeping his promises when he did that, and didn't want his aniki to lie to him anymore!

 

“Tsk tsk Itachi…how awful to lie to someone as adorable as our little Sasuke here…” Shisui teased, grabbing Sasuke around the waist and pulling him towards his chest so that he was snuggled against him. “Don't worry little cousin…I'll make sure he doesn't break this promise.”

 

Sasuke practically bowled Shisui over in a hug as he grinned in excitement. He knew if there was anyone that could get his brother to keep his promise it was him. While furiously attacking his cousin with hugs, he felt arms wrap around his waist, pulling him backwards so that he ended up on his niisan's lap instead, and feeling more than pleased with the attention he was getting he grabbed at his plate of food, nibbling at the rice ball and ignoring the two teenagers sharing a heated gaze above him.

 

It seemed Itachi and Shisui were having some silent conversation with each other, a conversation Sasuke really had no interest in, so instead of trying to keep up with the way their minds worked, he instead settled down into Itachi's lap, snuggling up in-between his brother's legs to get comfortable, and ignoring the hiss such an action caused.

 

He knew Itachi didn't like it when he cuddled sometimes, but he figured he would get away with it since Shisui was here, and it seemed he was right for he didn't feel Itachi push him away, no a hand just came out, slowly starting to pet his hair as Sasuke felt his eye lids begin to droop.

 

“You know.” He heard Shisui stay as he struggled with everything in him to stay awake, but his eyes were already firmly closed, and he knew that it wouldn't be long before he fell asleep curled up in his aniki's warmth. “He really does look just like you…I wonder if he'll grow up to be as much of a looker as you as well.”

 

“It isn't fair to him to start assuming such things.” Itachi practically hissed from above him, and Sasuke struggled to hear the rest of the conversation as dreamland beckoned him. “Sasuke is more than just my little brother…He's more than just a younger version of me.”

 

Shisui gave a small laugh, and Sasuke felt the body lean over him, touching Itachi in some way. “You're so sexy when you're passionate about things…I wish you were like this all the time, but it seems the only time I can get a rise out of you is when the little bundle between your legs is involved.” His voice turned a little darker, the amusement all but gone. “If I didn't know any better I'd think of becoming jealous.”

 

“Well then it's a good thing you know better.” Was Itachi's hissed reply, and he heard Shisui once again laugh.

 

“So it would seem.” After that they sat in silence, and in that silence Sasuke slipped further and further towards the dark abyss that was welcoming him.

 

The noises of the outside world were starting to fade, and it was in that moment just before he fell into a deep sleep that he could swear he could feel Itachi's eyes upon him. “Is it really so wrong to wish that we could be something more than we are?” Was the last whispered remark he heard before he fell asleep with his brother's fingers still tangled gently in his hair.

 

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Sasuke rather violently came to with his body slamming against what felt to be a hard concrete floor, and with a groan he looked up, jumping back in alarm when he saw the many bodies surrounding him.

 

Glancing frantically around the dimly lit room, Sasuke was aware of the quiet chatter all around him, and could faintly here some of the words being whispered. They were talking about him, and of course he also heard the mention of Sasori, and everything that had happened came back to him in an instant.

 

He could almost feel himself plunging the sword through the puppet master's heart…right after he had killed Orochimaru…right after he had gotten free from almost being raped.

 

“Is he okay!?” He asked worriedly to no one in particular, head spinning around the room and in his anxiety only seeing blurs for faces.

 

“Well Sparky, seeing as how you're the one with the bloody sword, un we thought you might be able to answer that question.” He recognized that voice instantly, and felt a wave of guilt flood through him. Gods…what had he done to Deidara by invoking his brother's selfish nature. No, he hadn't done it…he might have been holding the sword, but he hadn't been the one to plunge the blade into Sasori's strange flesh.

 

“I didn't…” He started, but knew that he couldn't say what he was thinking, and feeling disgust well up inside of him he dropped the blade still closed tightly in his fist and let it clamor to the ground. “It was Orochimaru.” He gasped out, lying so profusely as he let tears leak down his face. Though if he thought about it, it wasn't a complete lie, he had been stabbing Orochimaru when Sasori had gotten caught in the cross hairs to begin with.

 

“Is he dead?” He heard the voice that he knew to be the leader's coming from the front of him, and he looked up expecting to see the same black haze, and wasn't disappointed to see those familiar off looking eyes staring right back at him.

 

“Yes…he's dead.” Sasuke snarled, uncurling his other hand and throwing the ring he had taken off of Orochimaru's decaying hand towards the ground as if it were some sickening object.

 

“Can you prove that he's dead?” The man asked, stepping closer so that he was standing right in front of the Uchiha.

 

“Well if you test the sword I'm sure you'll find his blood on it…along with many others.” The leader raised an eyebrow, giving the one beneath him a small smirk.

 

“Become quite the little killer, haven't you?” Sasuke sneered, trying to push himself to his feet, but after putting pressure on his all but ruined leg he found himself falling right back down.

 

Growling as he grabbed his leg in pain, Sasuke glared up at the man, doing well to put every bit of hatred and spite into his voice. “Yeah, well I've learned that the Akatsuki tends to do that to you.”

 

“Are you referring to your brother?” He asked, his voice taking on that same snide contempt as earlier. “Because if you are I can assure you that he was a deadly killer long before we ever touched him.”

 

“Yes, but before you touched him, my clan was still alive.” Sasuke sneered. “Who the hell are you anyways?” Taking note of his surroundings, Sasuke quickly saw that every single Akatsuki member was there. Hell he even saw Itachi staring down at him in disdain, and it seemed to send a cold dagger through his heart when their eyes met.

 

Narrowing his eyes, Sasuke quickly looked away, trying to force himself back to his feet with only one good arm and one good leg…it wasn't exactly easy. He had to struggle to get his gimp leg underneath, all the while taking care not to put any weight on his punctured shoulder to push himself up.

 

He was finally able to get himself into a standing position while placing all his weight on one leg and holding onto his hurt shoulder. By the time he had managed this and looked up towards the orange haired Leader, he found the very same ring he had thrust away presented to him right in front of his face, and he couldn't help but let his eyes widen a little in surprise.

 

“My name is of no concern yet, and I believe this ring that you so haphazardly tossed away now belongs to you.” He smirked. “After all I suppose that traitor really is dead, the mark missing from your shoulder is enough to testify to that fact.” Eyes widening in surprise, the Uchiha reached to his back, not feeling the familiar burn that came from Orochimaru's cursed mark. Did that mean he was truly free? To say Sasuke was surprised would have been a definite understatement. Was this really it? Was he really now in the Akatsuki? After all the death…all the sins committed had he really finally reach his goal?

 

Sasuke reached out to it, but just before his hand touched the object he pulled away with a look of distrust. “You're actually giving this to me?...But I thought…Sasori said this was all rouse to get back at Itachi.”

 

Whispers broke out around the crowd, and out of the corner of his eyes he watched Itachi's face frown a little in disappointed. He wasn't aware what his brother would be disappointed about, however, until he heard Leader's hard laughter in front of him.

“My, you're certainly gullible. When Sasori told me what he had planned to do, I had thought there would be no way you would act along, but now I see you bought the whole thing.” Sasuke's stomach dropped at that, and Sasori's last words now suddenly made sense. …It was all part of the plan…he wasn't supposed to get hurt.

 

“So you thought Sasori-danna betrayed you, yeah?” Deidara asked from behind him, and as Sasuke turned to look he saw that the redhead's body was lying close near by. “Just how mad about it were you Sparky?” Was this hissed reply from the blond, and the Uchiha knew just what he was insinuating.

 

“I didn't kill him!” He barked out, telling the truth as he suddenly felt very trapped.

 

“I'm not asking if you killed him, seeing as how he's not dead, I'm asking if you stabbed him.” Deidara barked back, that usual jovialness seemingly gone.

 

“I said I didn't!” He shot back with, noticing the malicious smirks around the room at their heated exchange.

 

“Really…Because if you're lying to me I'll make sure you go out with a bang, un” Deidara reached into his bag of clay, feeding his hands and producing small birds that he shot towards Sasuke's head, leaving the Uchiha very little time to throw himself out of the way before detonation.

 

“Enough Deidara.” Leader drawled, almost as if he were talking to a child. “The two of you will have to learn to get along.”

 

It was almost an instantaneous transition, Deidara's eye went from cold and mistrusting to the same taunting jovialness that usually accompanied his gaze. “Well of course…I was only messing Sparky here, un.” He walked over, patting Sasuke on the back so hard that his leg hit the ground and he couldn't help but wince, nobody seemed to notice though.

 

“Truths?” The blond asked, holding his hand out to Sasuke, to which he reluctantly reached out his own, only to have it grabbed suddenly and spun around so the entire room could see the ghastly marks the wire had caused on his hands and wrists. “Your hands…you should have wrapped these, yeah?”

 

The teenager sneered, before painfully ripping his sore flesh away and cradling it against his still bare chest. “Didn't get to that part…I was a little tied up at the time.” He joked, and yet there was no hint of playfulness in his voice.

 

He watched with some interest as Itachi's fist clenched subtly beneath his cloak, but then that really wasn't a surprise, after all his niisan always had been quite the jealous lover. A testament of that fact was the countless corpses that followed anyone who had ever been close to Sasuke…After all he hadn't forgotten the tail Orochimaru had spun for him.

“Well, no matter how ruined they may be, hold out your hand to me.” Was Leader's command, and not sensing any hostility in it, Sasuke did as he was told, eyes growing a little wide as the ring was placed on the pinky of his right hand, officially sealing him to this nightmare he had started. Was it too late to turn back now?...Could he even try?

 

“Itachi, take your brother to get cleaned up and show him to his room. After he is refreshed we shall inform him of his duties now that he is one of us.” He watched Itachi nod, and then began to walk towards the two doors leading away from the room, feeling oddly exposed, Sasuke could do nothing but limp after him, wincing every time he had to put a bit of pressure on his other wise useless legs. It's funny, it seemed to hurt a lot less when he was trying to escape with his life then it did now, as a matter of fact back then the pain in his tendons felt like nothing compared to the feeling now, and the knowledge that very soon him and Itachi would be alone, and given recent circumstances, being alone with his brother was not somewhere he wanted to be.

 

Nevertheless, he followed Itachi into what looked to be a humongous bathroom, and couldn't help but feel a little slighted. After all up until this point he had been stuck in a 10x8 cell with nothing but a greasy toilet for a bathroom. The room was dimly lit, but the light from the outside sparkled off the tile, giving Sasuke a good look at the spacious room.

Making the hand signs, Itachi blew the fire that came from Katon: Gokakyu no Jutsu, and blowing up what looked to be a spiral of candles used to light the entire room, leaving it in an almost fiery haze.

 

Sasuke couldn't help but let his jaw drop a little at the fiery illusion. While he was distracted with examining the room, Itachi had made his way towards the large clawed bathtub in the center of the room, and as the water began to run it broke Sasuke out of his haze.

“Itachi…” The Uchiha heard himself say, and yet when the elder stood up, obviously waiting for the rest he couldn't find the words. He wanted to yell out accusations. He wanted to scream at him for tricking him with Sasori, and for controlling his body. He wanted to confront him about all the things Orochimaru had said to him, but he couldn't find the words. No…all he said was, “Take me.”

 

He watched an eyebrow rise in amusement at that, but he couldn't care about the thrill Itachi got out of hearing him submit, because he knew that he needed this. He needed to feel Itachi inside of him, because for some reason he knew that feeling was genuine…and he needed to know that this was real.

 

He needed to know that the ring that felt heavy on his finger really meant he was in Akatsuki. He needed to know that his brother had forced him to almost kill one of his only true friends. …He needed to know that Itachi really wanted him enough to slaughter his entire clan, and he knew that Itachi, in one way or another, was the only one that could give him his answers.

 

Itachi kept his back facing him, reaching in to let his fingers run against the running water, otherwise ignoring that he had said anything at all. For some reason that fact pissed Sasuke off. After all after everything that had happened who the hell was Itachi to deny him!

 

“Did you hear what I said?” He asked in anger, for some reason being overly emotional. Honestly he felt like a raw cutting slab, the slightest thing enough to sway his feelings.

 

“I heard, but what makes you think that I want to take Orochimaru's leftovers?” Itachi bit out coldly, fingers still playing absentmindedly with the flow of water.

 

“You wouldn't be!” Sasuke hissed. “He never touched me…” Re-evaluating that statement, Sasuke gave a shrug. “Much.”

 

The hand that was running through the water suddenly clenched up, and Sasuke had a feeling that if that had been a neck he would have heard a definitive snap. Itachi said nothing though, and as he backed away from the tub Sasuke watched with interest as he let his fingers fall to the hem of his shirt, slipping it lucratively over his head, making Sasuke's skin practically tingle with anticipation.

 

After Itachi's black tank top was removed, he started working on his pants, giving Sasuke quite the show as a trail of black curls came slowly into view. He wasn't aware his mouth was hanging open until Itachi paused in his actions, looking up with something akin to amusement on his face. “Tell me Otouto, are you going to get undressed, or have your injuries made you incapable of such an act?”

 

Sasuke was about to call him a prick, but then he stopped to think about how his arm was practically useless, and his leg didn't even move for him anymore. He didn't even want to know how difficult if was going to be to get out of his pants without looking stupid in front of his brother. He made a mental note of how strange that sounded, and just as he was about to give it a try, he felt two hands on the clasp of his pants, and he felt a blush rise to his features at having Itachi so close to him.

 

“No matter. I'll help you out just this once.” Sasuke gave an audible gasp when sultry lips fell to his collarbone, kissing one of the few spots on him that wasn't covered in blood. As Itachi was working to get them off, the younger couldn't help but feel a definite tightening in his pants.

 

Two fingers hooked around the waistband of his pants and boxers, slipping them down past his hips to pool at the floor, leaving the younger bare, and as Itachi's eyes were focused on his already half mast erection, Sasuke couldn't help but blush again.

 

Though looking was as far as he got, for in the next moment Itachi was walking away from him again to go mess with the bath. “Go wash up before you get in. The last thing I want is to bathe in bloody water.”

 

He motioned towards the small shower stall in the corner, and Sasuke numbly limped over, grabbing the nozzle and turning it all the way to hot, needing to burn the blood off him…the blood that belonged to Orochimaru, Sasori, Kabuto, and so many others. He didn't want them to be with him during what he knew was to come.

 

The water sprayed into his face as he turned his head down, letting it wash over him as he watched tendrils of pink flow around the drain. He didn't care if it were just a quick shower, getting the dirty grime and caked blood off of him made him feel instantly better, though his body still ached everywhere. His wrists were raw and bloody, and every time he swiped his hands over his body they sent a spasm of pain up his arm that made him hiss.

 

When he was sure that he was at least clean enough to pass his bastard of a brother's standards, he limped over to the tub, only to see that Itachi was already in it, and Sasuke couldn't help but stare at the way the water droplets clung to his skin, and by the way the candles reflected off the water it looked like his brother was bathing in a pool of fire…it was quite the beautiful site.

 

He was aware of crimson eyes on him the entire time he made his way towards the tub, and as he reached the edge of the porcelain, he paused, trying to think of the best way to get in with the injuries he had gotten, and by the look of almost annoyance that Itachi was giving him he would have to say that he wasn't going to be much help.

 

Hefting his injured leg over the side of the tub, Sasuke awkwardly slipped in, doing his best to bite back the whine of pain that wanted to escape his throat as he did. After all if he showed such a weakness it would only cause more distaste to come to Itachi's eyes.

 

The contrast of warm water against the cool room made goosebumps travel all over his skin as he slipped into the snug tub, his limbs slide against Itachi's and gave a small groan when his thigh slid up against Itachi's obvious arousal.

 

“Turn around.” Was the command given by the elder, and giving Itachi a look of annoyance, Sasuke shifted around in the bath, coming so that his back was resting against the other's hard slippery chest, and he sighed in compliance when two arms wrapped around his slender hips, pulling the younger Uchiha in-between a set of strong legs.

 

The position combined when the almost unbearable heat was enough that Sasuke couldn't help but pant, especially by how the hands clutching his hips began to trace tantalizing circles on the jut of his hipbone, causing his fading arousal to come back full force.

 

“Itachi…” He practically purred, letting his head loll back so that it was resting in the juncture between the elder's shoulder and neck, quite surprised when he wasn't pushed away. “How did it come to this?” He asked with a tone of pain in his voice, not really knowing what he was even asking, just needing an answer.

 

He sighed as Itachi let his chin rest atop the other's head, pulling him closer so that their bodies were practically merged as one. “It just is. The carefully woven threads of fate have been cut, leaving you broken, bloody, and bruised on the severed end.”

 

“Making us something different than what we were?” Sasuke asked, remembering what Itachi had said in his dream, and he got a `mmmm' in reply as his brother was obviously lost in thought.

 

“Why did you do it?” Sasuke asked, needing to know this question more than any other, and as Itachi's hand came up out of the water, tracing the muscles of his slicked stomach only to land on the cursed necklace he still wore, he knew he wasn't going to get an answer.

 

The latch on the necklace was removed, and coal black eyes shut in pain. Itachi had used him yet again to accomplish his goals. Would the pattern ever stop? As the weight of the necklace was lifted off of his creamy neck and put onto Itachi's own, Sasuke could feel the hatred for everything his brother was once more churn in his stomach, and instead of the half lusted haze that had covered his features since he had gotten into the tub, his face instead contorted into an angry scowl.

 

“I'm done with this game.” He hissed, getting on his one good knee to somehow crawl out of the bath, only to be pushed back down so that he had to use his hands to even support himself from falling face first into the water.

 

He was about to protest the situation, but any form of protest died on his lips the moment he felt Itachi's tongue on the small of his back, licking a careful line all the way down the curvature of his spine, ending in the spot just above the two globes of his ass that begged to be touched.

 

“I don't wish to discuss this now.” Itachi said with authority, once more kissing at the sensitive flesh. “You may ask me later if you like.” Even though his brother had pretty much brushed off the question, Sasuke couldn't help but be surprised that he had actually agreed to answer it later. He chalked up Itachi's newfound niceness on the fact that there was a good probability that he was about to get laid.

 

The lips once more returned to his skin, that sultry tongue dipping lower and lower until it just ghosted past the sensitive hole that Sasuke knew the elder would claim all to soon. “…Itachi” He practically whimpered, arching his back as that tongue made another swipe, and he forgot all about how he was even angry with his brother.

 

“Shall we wash his filth off of you?” Itachi asked rather huskily from behind, and as Sasuke glanced backwards, shifting his weight so it was pressed all on one knee, he couldn't help but gulp in trepidation when his brother picked up a bar of soap from the side of the tub.

 

“Not that again Itachi. I won't let…” Sasuke's speech was quieted when Itachi picked up a washcloth, lathering the soap inside of it so that the suds slid down his delicate wrists.

 

The cloth was brought to his body, and Sasuke gave a moan as the elder Uchiha carefully began to knead it across his back, washing away the grime and ache his recent mission had called him. Sasuke had all but forgot about the pain in his legs and arms by this point, being able to do nothing but blissfully sigh at his aniki's attentions.

 

Those attentions strayed to his inner thighs, rubbing tantalizing circles across them as Sasuke moaned with need. Though his need soon became annoyance as Itachi just simply refused to touch the part of his body that was now aching with desire.

 

“Dammit Itachi…stop being such a jackass.” He could have sworn he heard a small snicker behind him, but he couldn't say for sure because his mind officially went white when that washcloth wrapped around his throbbing member, giving it a resounding stroke and causing him to see white from the friction caused by the fabric.

 

“Shit…” He heard himself grumble, coming to rest his head down on his arms laying on the side of the tub. That hand continued to move there, rubbing up against his ache, before ghosting past his sac to travel backwards so that it rested between the clefts of his ass.

 

It rubbed up against his opening, making his back arch against the sound pressure Itachi was forcing against his hole. He had learned through experience of Itachi's sadistic kinks, and so he already knew what was about to happen, but that didn't stop the hiss of pain from escaping him when that cloth accompanied with one of Itachi's fingers was pushed inside.

 

His entire body tensed as white-hot pain lanced up his spine as that finger withdrew, only to thrust right back in. The water served as a good lubricant as Itachi's thrust became deeper, and that combined with the heat from the water making his blood boil it took everything within Sasuke not to scream.

 

Itachi had added another finger by this point, quickening his thrusts as his lips fell back to Sasuke's slippery skin, kissing all the way up his back until he got to his shoulder, and the younger's head was slowly turned to the side then, making room for Itachi to slip down and claim his lips.

 

Sasuke practically whimpered as his mouth was devoured, the elder's lips brushing heatedly against his own, all the while wrapping his arms around his chest and lifting him up so that he was now in a backwards straddle on his brother's hips.

 

The fingers rubbing at his insides withdrew, and Itachi pulled away from Sasuke's lips, staring at Sasuke's face that was now clouded over with lust. “Tell me what you want.” Was his command, and Sasuke glared through half lidded eyes, not being able to open them all the way, not being able to do anything except feel the way Itachi's hands were sliding all over his body, coming to cup his erection as the elder's own pressed needily against his entrance.

 

“God Itachi…stop…I need it.” His head fell back when that hand on his groin began to move, pumping him in a slow languid fashion that made him feel like he was losing his mind. “Please…fuck me.”

 

His act of weakness caused a smirk to come to the elder's face, and leaning forward Itachi let his mouth rest softly on the edge of Sasuke's ear. “You're so pathetic…begging to be fucked by your own brother.” He could feel that smirk spread across the Uchiha's face as shame welled itself in Sasuke's belly. “If only our parents could only see you now.”

 

After that Sasuke was lowered down onto his lover's cock, clenching as the familiar pain shot up his spine, causing Itachi to hiss as the heat obviously tightened around him.

 

“Relax!” Was the hissed command, and Sasuke tried to do just that, being able to comprehend nothing but how every nerve of his was on fire, seemingly a reflection of the burning water.

 

Reaching underneath the water, Sasuke clutched Itachi's hipbones as hard as he could, practically crushing the bones as he got used to his insides stretching, and the way the elder was already rising him back up only to slam him down once more.

 

His grip on Itachi's hips became slippery the harder his thrusts became, and he soon felt his hold slip, causing the cock to drive further inside of him. “Oh gods Itachi!” He screamed, the angle scraping up against his prostate and making him see stars.

 

It seemed Itachi realized what had happened, because he rose him up again, slamming him back down at the same angle as Sasuke gyrated his hips so that he could experience that feeling once again. He rose himself up again, pushing down on his brother's cock.

 

Itachi grunted behind him, and taking that as a good sign, Sasuke did it again. They fell into a steady rhythm, the heat from the bath warming both of them to the point of boiling, making the splashing of the water fall on deaf ears. All Sasuke could hear were the noises his lover was making behind him, the soft casual moans and grunts that proved Itachi was really human.

 

His hair that was now hanging down around his chin from being wet was pulled roughly back so that his cheek was pressed up against his brother's. “I want you to always remember this.” Itachi said heatedly against his ear. “So that no matter how much blood is spilled upon your hands, I'll always be there…” Sasuke felt ungodly pleasure pool in his loins as Itachi's hand fell down to his weeping erection as the elder began to thrust harder. “I'll wash your sins away.”

 

Just hearing was enough to bring Sasuke into a last panted scream as he pushed himself as hard into Itachi's lap as he could go, releasing his essence into the fiery water, clenching down around Itachi, who simply gripped his hips harder as he continued to thrust. Sasuke could do nothing but gasp as the Uchiha raised his hips up and down, searching for release, needing Sasuke in order to accomplish that.

 

Letting out a final groan, Itachi gripped the younger's hips so hard they bled as Sasuke was filled. He was so out of it he didn't even notice Itachi lifting him so that he slid out, turning the exhausted teenager so that he was now facing him and just letting his head slump against his chest in their now soiled bath.

 

The younger Uchiha just clung to the slippery chest for a while, being too exhausted to even raise his head from their recent performance combined with his injuries. When he felt Itachi begin to stroke his wet hair he finally found his voice, albeit if it was a little soft and shaky.

 

“Tell me you didn't kill them for me.” He demanded, needing to hear this if he were ever going to live with himself. He needed to know that his entire clan didn't die because of him, that countless lives didn't rest on his shoulders.

 

He felt the other stiffen under him, and he had a feeling he was about to chucked out of the bathtub and/or given the cold shoulder for the next month, but to his surprise Itachi actually kept his word for once and answered.

 

“That guilt does not rest with you.” The hand petting his wet lifted his chin up, causing him to stare into the onyx eyes that matched his own. “The blood covers my hands and mine alone…that sin will never touch you.”

 

Just hearing that caused a lone tear to slip past Sasuke's cheek, mixing in unnoticed with the rest of the water. He didn't even care if it wasn't true, he needed to believe it, and so he did.

 

Leaning forward, he let his lips brush slowly against Itachi's own, receiving no resistance as his hands came to wrap around the elder's neck, gently kneading their lips together in a sloppy kiss. He pulled away after awhile, letting his head rest on Itachi's heart, the beating being the only thing to prove it existed. And just lying there like, he wasn't sure how it happened, but as his eyes began to droop he soon saw nothing, still nestled snuggly against his lover's chest in the water that seemed to burn his sins away.

 

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A.N- This is the first part of the two part chapter, and I hope you liked the angsty emotional smut because the second part is gonna be all action! Enjoy! And thanks so much to everyone who reviewed!