Naruto Fan Fiction / Naruto Shippuden Fan Fiction ❯ The Never Played Symphonies ❯ The Secret's In the Telling ( Chapter 22 )

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The Never Played Symphonies

Chapter 22: The Secret's In the Telling

“I don't understand…” Sasuke said to Leader, shaking his head. “What do you mean I have to stay here?” He asked increduosly. “I'm healed, and I want a mission. I `need' a mission. I'm going crazy!” He practically begged. “I can't be here another day.” Not with Naruto. Not with Itachi. “I don't understand.” He repeated.

Sasuke scowled as Leader audibly sighed, still cascaded in shadow. “Your eye for one, Uchiha.” He said, and Sasuke's hands went up to the bandages. “For another, Sasori is awake, and you don't have a partner. We're a package deal. I'm not foolish enough to send you out all alone.”

Son of a bitch. Again...this was about trust. It was always about trust. “Bringing Naruto here wasn't enough? I'm still a liability?”

“Yes.” Leader said at once. “You injured two of my strongest members, the pair going on and off being in comas. You deep fried my Konoha informant. You cause me more problems than you're worth, and yet I can't get rid of you. So yes, you will stay here until I find out what I'm going to do with you.” He said. “No one will take you. Kisame offered, but then I'd be stuck with an even more dangerous Uchiha.” He sighed. “Get out of my sight...or is that not possible for you anymore?” He mocked cruelly.

“I can see just fine.” Sasuke hissed, mock bowing before storming out of the hall. How dare they? He couldn't be here anymore. He couldn't be stuck in here with all the bad decisions he had ever made in his life. His hand went to his eye, the patch over his eye, he hadn't been able to bear removing it. Itachi had left the very same day he had woken up, and he had been dreading the thought of the reply he might get when his brother got back. Then there was his other problem. He didn't know how long it would be before Konoha realized where Naruto might be. Another week, two? They couldn't afford to hold off on the extraction that much longer, and yet for some reason they were. Sasuke had seen an extraction. They felt no sympathy in it as they were ripping the Jinchuriki from its host. Yet not Naruto. Why? The question had been nagging at him every night as he laid in his and Itachi's big empty bed. Why were they leaving him alive?

Sasuke headed into the kitchen, deft on his feet even with the use of one eye. His senses made it almost easy as he got out all the supplies, boiling water for the broth as he began to cut up the chicken and shrimp expertly, tossing them into the pot with the spices. He got into the task, focused entirely on what he was doing. He never noticed someone come into the kitchen. He stirred the pot, adding in the noodles as he mixed the spices. He hoped he still liked this crap. He jumped as he was grabbed from behind, trying not to react as he was yanked backwards by familiar hands. It didn't work. Sasuke's entire body tensed up in anticipation. “What are you doing back?” He asked his brother, not turning around to greet him.

“What are you doing Otouto?” Itachi asked, and Sasuke fought the shiver from traveling down his spine as Itachi's hand came to his stomach, slipping underneath his shirt. “Cooking? How unlike you.” Itachi husked into his ear, biting down on it as Sasuke fought to not melt into those arms. He was trying, really he was, but he loved sex...he loved sex with Itachi.

“You're going to make me burn it.” He tried, eyes half lidded as Itachi's mouth kissed down his neck. “God don't do that…” He tried, going to push back to get him away, but Itachi held fast.

“Don't do what?” Itachi asked, and Sasuke watched his brother slowly undo the tie of his pants. “Touch you? That was one of your rules, wasn't it? Don't touch you...Be nice….” Itachi turned him around slowly, lifting Sasuke up onto the counter. The heat from the boiling soup was making Sasuke sweat, his brow damp with it. “Do you have any idea how hard it has been not to filet that cretin for taking your eye?” He asked him, and Sasuke saw the anger on his face. “You asked it of me, and I had to run halfway across the world to fulfill your request. How could you be so stupid?”

Sasuke frowned, hand going up to his eye. “It was either me or you.” He defended himself, defended his choice.

“Think about yourself for once Sasuke!” Itachi snapped at him. “Think about the fact that you may need both of your eyes. That they're the one thing on this planet that makes you special!” Itachi hit him across the head. “Why would you do this!? Don't maim yourself for me or anyone else!” He hissed, grabbing at the bandages as Sasuke tried to fight him off. “You will let me see Otouto. I want to see what you've done to yourself!”

Sasuke tried to push him away, but knew it was no good as Itachi peeled away layer after layer of bandages he put on his face. He stilled as the patch was peeled away, hissing at the pain as the light hit it, and he heard Itachi inhale a shaky breath. Sasuke's eyes flickered, finally landing on Itachi. He blinked at him with both of his eyes.

“Where did you get it?” Itachi asked, tilting Sasuke's chin up and he could see his own reflection in Itachi's eyes. The dark black eye stared into Itachi's, along with his new emerald green eye. The mismatched eyes stared into his brother's, daring Itachi to make one comment about it, to call him ugly.

“Deidara got it for me.” Sasuke whispered, frozen as Itachi watched him. “Sasori wanted me to be normal...as normal as I could b…” He wasn't allowed to continue as he was slammed back, Itachi hitting the back of his head against the cabinets.

“You're an idiot.” Itachi hissed, angry as his hands tightened on Sasuke's hips. “You let him take what made you mine away. You…” He couldn't even finish, shoving away from him and storming out of the kitchen.

Sasuke slumped back, hands covering his face at the rejection. He tried to fight back tears as he saw the disgust and hate in his brother's eyes. He knew he'd ruined it. Whatever fascination Itachi had with him apparently didn't translate to just the one eye. He rubbed at his sore eye. It was bright green and almost glowing as he tried to hold back his tears. He hadn't looked at himself in the mirror. In fact the only reflection of himself he had ever had was the disapproval cascaded deep within Itachi's eyes. He had seen and rejected him, and he was right. Instead of fighting, instead of doing anything he should have, he had given away everything that ever made him special.

He jumped off the counter, wiping at his eyes as he turned the heat off on his soup. He tried to push the emotions down as he poured the soup into a bowl. The smell that had once made his mouth water, now just made the nausea creep back in. He fought it off as he headed down the hallway that led to the prison cells, pushing through the door as he came face to face with Naruto.

“Hey Dobe.” He said, trying to keep his eyes downcast. “I brought you some ramen.” Sasuke said, handing the soup through the bars. They went through this everyday. Sasuke would cook for him, would bring him fresh clothes and a water basin, and Naruto would silently glare on the other side of the bars. “You know...you don't know how good you have it.” He mused, not realizing how broken his voice was. Itachi's rejection continued to rattle over and over in his mind.

“Your cooking sucks.” Naruto said, and it had been so long since he had heard that voice that Sasuke's eyes snapped up of their own regard. Naruto's eyes widened a little as they met gazes. “Sasuke...your eyes.” He murmured, covering his mouth. The hand soon recovered, using it to spoon ramen into his mouth. “So much better than the eye patch.” He assured him. “Are you going to finally tell me what idiotic thing you decided to do this time to land you with two different eyes?”

“You wouldn't believe me if I told you.” He murmured, not able to meet the same disgusted look on Naruto's face that was on Itachi's. “Doesn't matter. I'm good enough with the sharingan with one eye. Kakashi-sensei only has one.” He tried to justify.

“Pretty sure you'd be good enough with no Sharingan, and still just as much of a jackass.” Naruto grunted, holding out the bowl. “You got anymore?” It seemed that now he was begrudingly talking to him, that he wasn't going to stop.

“A whole pot.” Sasuke assured him. “As much as a Dobe could eat.” He mocked, leaning against the wall. “There's something going on.” He said quietly, fingering the necklace he was still wearing, eyes on the floor. “They're not doing anything to you. They want you for something.” He told him. “Keep your wits about you Naruto, no matter how hard that can be for you sometimes. Don't trust anyone.”

“This where you tell me to only trust you?” Naruto asked sarcastically.

“No Dobe...Don't trust me. Never trust me.” Sasuke assured him. “I'm the worst of them all, because I care about you, and I'm still doing this to you.” The Uchiha admitted, eyes flickering up to Naruto, only to find him staring.

“Did you get to pick the color?” The blond asked, watching Sasuke strangely.

Sasuke snorted at that. “It wasn't like shopping for a pair of shoes. Didn't have a lot of options...Actually, I'm not sure where Deidara got this from at all. Must feel guilty for having my eye rolling around in that cracked out skull of his.”

“I like it.” Naruto said softly, causing Sasuke to meet his eyes. “It suits you...As if you needed an excuse to be made even prettier.” He mocked him.

Sasuke smiled beside himself, the necklace faintly glowing under his shirt. “You're an idiot Dobe...there's nothing pretty about me.” He looked at Naruto, winking. “You should see what I look like on the inside.” He gave him a small smile then. “But thanks for saying it all the same, you know? I'll bring you more ramen as soon as I can.”

“You could always let me go?” Naruto asked him. “We could run Sasuke. You've been crying...You're not like them. You're not this person!” Naruto tried to convince him again.

“I'll bring you pork ramen next time.” Sasuke promised him. “With an egg on top.” He left, feeling slightly better. That always happened around the blond. Too bad he'd be dead soon. Too bad as of right now Sasuke couldn't think of a single thing to do about it.

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Growing up the son that no one wanted, and then being orphaned taught you quite a few things. The first one being that if you desire something, you're going to have to get it yourself. Sasuke desired answers. He was tired of the secrets of the Akatsuki. He wanted to know why they would keep Naruto alive, when the rest of the tailed beasts had been killed immeidiately. He knew they weren't telling him something. He could try to ask Itachi, but he knew that was a moot point. His brother had never been big on sharing, and now he despised him too much to even hope for an answer from that source. That left him to fend for himself. He was tired of being the kid of the group...the one that was only here because Itachi so desired it. What had happened to him? He once was the pride and joy of Konoha, now he was the Akatsuki's bitch. Sure Sasori had trained him, sure he went on missions, but his progress towards true strength had been severely stunted. Now this. He had freely given up half of his power to one that would surely use it against him.

He was everything that he had at one point despised. Gods...he was as bad as Sakura or Ino. The names seemed foreign in his head as he thought of the simpering girls. Is this how Itachi thought of him? His comparison when he had seen Sasuke's green eye? His eyes had been a topic of more than one conversation, especially when pertaining to Itachi's purpose for them. As if his brother would just take them. As if he didn't know the rumors about sharingan eyes. He had scoured the scrolls in the Uchiha village before he had come here. He had read every ounce of material the Akatsuki owned in the vault Itachi had show him the day he had joined the Organization. He knew...and he was willing to bet his brother knew that.

Sasuke ran through the trees, exercising his skills as he flipped through them. He sliced branches with his sword as he focused with his eye. He wasn't near as sharp as he used to be while using them. It was like everything was blurred, unfocused...sloppy. He couldn't see right! An Uchiha is nothing beyond his eyes, and he had given that up. He had given that power to someone else! He growled in anger as he sliced through tree after tree, practicing his jutsus as he worked up a sweat. He pealed away his top layer as he threw it to the side.

“Well you don't look happy.” He heard an unfamiliar voice say, and he started, spinning around and widening his eyes as he took in just what he was seeing. The black and red clouds on the cloak were jarring, as was the orange mask covering his face. Flashes from the night he had been thrown into the circle of them came back to him. He had seen this person then, though never again. He had been starting to feel like he had imagined the whole thing.

“Who are you?” He asked, and was met with giggling laughter, stiffening at the sound of it as he gripped his sword. “Something funny?” He asked lowly, sharingan eye trying to see through any tricks.

“Oh just musing over the irony over asking someone in a mask their name.” The man said, voice so jovial it made him cringe. “You're funny Sasuke. I always heard that about you.”

Sasuke snorted. “Yeah that's me...a real bucket of laughs.” He watched the man for awhile, the silence eating at him. “So are you going to take off that stupid mask?”

“How dare you!” The man said, affronted. “My mask is not stupid...it's got style...grace...poise!” He said, raising a fist in triumph. “Plus it gets me all the ladies...girls love mystery.” He joked.

Who in the fuck was this? “That's great for you.” Sasuke said, losing his patience. “I got to get back to headquarters.” He went to take off, jumping a little as the man appeared right in front of him, His hand was poised underneath his chin.

“Now if I were you, and I had lost a critical part of my overall abilities, I would be working on evening out my powers.” He mused out loud. “Someone with only one eye can still manage. You have two eyes.” He poked Sasuke in the nose. “You're basically at 100%, just need a little practice.” The man put hands on both his shoulders in reassurance. “It'll be okay Sasuke. I'll teach you.” The scary part was was that he sounded completely sincere.

“Why would you teach me?” He asked. “You don't even know me. Plus I know you've been gone awhile, but I'm not exactly the favorite amongst this group. I'm Itachi's brother, remember? I'm here out of obligation.”

“What does that have to do with the price of butter?” The man asked him, honestly curious. “I don't care whose brother you are. You shouldn't either.” He said simply. “You need to focus on yourself. If you're happy with yourself, then what does it matter?” He held out his hand. “I'm Tobi by the way. Nice to meet you.” He said to him, and even though Sasuke couldn't see his face he could tell he was smiling.

Sasuke slowly shook that hand. “Nice to meet you Tobi.” He wondered for the dozenth time who the fuck this was.

“The pleasure is all mine Sasuke.” Tobi said, tilting his head at him. “So you have a problem. Your confidence level is shaken because of your eye. Dei was nice to give you that eye you know.” He assured him. “It's not for nothing...that eye can do wonders.”

His hand flew up to his new eye, looking questioningly at Tobi. “My eye? It isn't.” He assured him. “Deidara probably got it out of a junk pile.”

Tobi laughed at that. “You're funny Sasuke.” He said, shaking his head. “You're one of Deidara's only friends, didn't you know that?” He asked him, head tilted to the side.

Sasuke opened his mouth to respond, but was so taken aback by that statement, that he could only stare. “I don't think you know Deidara all that well.”

“Forgive me Sasuke.” Tobi said, waggling his finger. “But I don't think you do. How quickly did you heal after you lost an eye?” He asked. “Compared of course to how much you were healing before?” ...How the fuck did this guy know any of this?

“How do you know so much about me? About Deidara?” He was met yet again with Tobi's laughter.

“I like to people watch. I've been so bored lately. Everyone has been off on missions, and I'm stuck here at headquarters.” Tobi pouted. “But now so are you...see how that works?”

Sasuke rose an eyebrow, starting to get it. “Are you trying to say you're my new partner?”

“I like to think of us more as best friends forever.” Tobi said, reaching out his arms and pulling Sasuke into an embrace. “Let's do everything together now Sasuke! We can even have sleepovers!” Tobi pulled away, and Sasuke's eyebrow was twitching with loss of patience. “The kind with chocolate and gossip!” He clarified, and Sasuke could imagine that smile again. This guy was fucking insane.

“Did Leader approve of this?” Sasuke asked him slowly. He tried to back away, but was stuck with only trees behind him.

“Pein?” Tobi asked, scoffing. “It was his idea...everything is his idea you know.” He stated matter of factly, and Sasuke stood there wide mouthed and at a loss of words. He had been here for almost two years, and this is the first time someone had actually bothered to tell him their leader's name. He tried not to let this show all that bad though. After all, it wouldn't be good to prove that he was as clueless as he apparently was.

Sasuke let out an exasperated sigh. “Look...If we're partners, than I accept it. It's at least an excuse for me to get off these grounds….so there's that.” Relief was starting to spread through his toes. “Now what do you mean about my eyes?”

“Are we telling secrets before our sleepover?” Tobi asked worriedly, hand over his masked mouth. “That's against the rules!” The Uchiha didn't even know how to respond to such a ridiculous statement. He honestly never pictured there could be anyone worse than Deidara, at least Dei just tried to explode everything. This guy seemed to legitimately be crazy.

“What is this?” Sasuke asked, frowning. “A joke? I don't have time for games.” He snapped.

“You should play more games Sasuke-kun...It might teach you a few things.” Tobi said seriously, and then without preamble or warning used chakra to force three of his fingers through Sasuke's shoulder. ...The scream in the forest was deafening.

Sasuke shoved him away, dropping down from the tree as blood splattered the ground. He ripped his sword out of the sheath as the sharingan flooded his eye. He turned it up towards where Tobi stood, much more serious as he watched him. “Get down here and fight me.” He knew something was up with this guy, and if he wanted to kill him, then Sasuke would welcome the idea of a good fight.

“Calm down Sasuke-kun.” Tobi said, jumping down, not in the least bit intimidated by Sasuke's threats. “Do you notice anything?” He asked him, head tilted. “About your shoulder...Bet it doesn't even hurt anymore, does it?” Tobi asked him. “And your face, there's not a single scar left on it.”

Sasuke reached to his arm, noticing the man was right. It didn't hurt anymore, as a matter of fact it seemed to be… “Why am I healing?” He asked him, shock all over his face.

“The better question is, why is your eye glowing while you do it?” He asked, Sasuke's hand going to his Uchiha eye. “Not that one.” He motioned to the puddle on the ground, and Sasuke looked over to it. He was not surprised to see his green eye glowing almost electric as his shoulder closed the rest of the way. “Are you going to tell me that Deidara and Sasori wronged you in some way?” Tobi asked. “Because knowing your luck, that special eye might prove pretty useful, don't you think?” Tobi walked up, grabbing Sasuke's shoulder. “Now can we go get icecream!?” He begged, demeanor completely changed yet again. “Can we!? Can we Sasuke-kun?” He asked, and Sasuke's eye twitched with the change. He wondered yet again, who the fuck was this guy?

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Sasuke finally managed to find his way back to headquarters. He was a good kind of exhausted and sore as he stretched his arm. After he had begrudgingly gotten Tobi his sweets, the other had proven to be an excellent sparring partner. It was just what he needed, but now he was exhausted, and didn't quite know how to handle this situation. He stared at the door to his room, freshly showered as he watched it with resentment. He knew Itachi was here for the night, which meant that room was probably off limits to him. His brother didn't want to see him, let alone sleep in the same bed as him, and he really didn't want to be around Itachi. They had never been like this with each other. Sasuke shook his head, dispelling the thought that they were actually some sort of normal couple that had normal fights. It wasn't like they were married and Itachi had kicked him out to go sleep in the dog house. He honestly couldn't believe this was bothering him. Everything that had happened, giving up an eye, betraying his friend, finding out about Sai, and it bothered him that Itachi was mad at him.

It reminded him of when they were younger, and Itachi would get in one of his moods. It was like walking on eggshells to prevent setting him off. Once that happened his brother had two reactions. Itachi could either get angry, so angry that he was spitting nails, or it could go the other way. Itachi had the unique ability to ignore your existence so utterly bad that you started to question your reality. You started to question if not only could Itachi not see you, but could other people? His brother was the only one in the entire Uchiha village that ever saw Sasuke, and when he chose to ignore him it was a punishment worse than any beating he could ever get. Would it be like that now? Would he walk into the room, and not even catch Itachi's eyes? He couldn't stand the thought of it. He had to go in there though, if only to pack his things and find another room to stay in.

He made his heart steel, sliding open the door to see Itachi already in the room. He was lounging in one of the chairs, a scroll open on his lap. His Niisan, always the scholar. He used to find this enthralling, seeing Itachi do something so basic in front of him. It was stimulating watching him read for hours. “I needed some things.” He said, because just like he expected his brother had yet to look up from his studies. The room chilly with discomfort as Itachi pointedly ignored him. He headed to their drawers, sliding it open as he looked at his clothes. His chest ached with the realization. Why the hell was he leaving anyways? Itachi should leave. He was never even home. “They assigned me a new partner.” He told his brother, grabbing at the clothes, turning a little when he heard Itachi scoff. He watched him, Itachi never looking up. “Something you want to share?” He asked, throwing the stuff on the bed.

“They didn't assign you anything.” Itachi informed him. “Tobi does whatever he wants. If he wanted to be your partner, that was entirely his decision.” He said, seeming to hesitate. “Do not lose his favor. The fact that he seems to like you is a good thing.”

Sasuke took all of this in, trying not to be annoyed that Itachi hadn't looked at him yet. “How do you know so much about all of this?” He chose to ask, the right question always of particular importance when it came to Itachi.

“He asked me.” Itachi murmured. “He asked if he could train you, not that he had to, but I do appreciate a good gesture.” He mused. “I told him yes, of course I did. You could benefit greatly from someone like him. Especially the way you are now.”

“The way I am now?” Sasuke asked back spitefully. “What? Disfigured?” Itachi finally looked up at that, those dark black eyes examining him.

“Not whole.” He said simply, looking finally to the bed. “Where are you going Otouto?” He asked with almost amusement. “Running away because I was mean to you? Or are you still keeping up that pretence that you don't want me to touch you?” His brother asked. Sasuke felt himself flush, whether in embarrassment or anger he wasn't sure yet.

“Do you even want me in here Aniki?” Sasuke asked him. “This thing that was between us...it's so foul.” He said dejectedly. “It's ruined. We ruined it.” He said, taking responsibility as well as Itachi. He fingered Itachi's necklace, noticing the other hadn't bothered to take it back yet. He watched Itachi lounge on the chair. “Do you want me?”

Itachi watched him for a long moment, before putting down the scroll and slowly getting up from the chair. He walked over to Sasuke as the other held his ground. When had he gotten so tall? He was barely shorter than Itachi now, on eye level with him. He held his breath in anticipation, blinking with mismatched eyes as he expected another hit. They had been hitting each other so much lately. Itachi sighed, tilting Sasuke's face up just a hair. “Stay Otouto. I can live with the eye, if you can live with the fact that I'm not pious. I've touched others. I may again.”

Sasuke visibly flinched, slapping the hand off of him. “I don't accept that. You want to fuck other people, then it goes both ways.” He assured his brother. “You touch someone Itachi, I touch someone. I'm not your bitch.”

“No.” Itachi agreed. “You're not my bitch.” He grabbed Sasuke's arm. “But you're not leaving this. Not for that Kyuubi.” Itachi snapped at him. “Don't think I don't see the way you've always looked at him.”

“I have feelings for him.” Sasuke agreed, watching Itachi. “He's the only one besides you I've ever wanted to kiss...to bed.” The grip on his arm tightened almost painfully. “Swear it. No one else Itachi. Ever.” He said, knowing his clever niisan would get his meaning.

Itachi watched him. “I don't respond well to threats Otouto, and you seem to be making quite a few of those lately. “Of all the things I've done to you lately, you seem to be obsessing about Sai. Should I put your mind at ease?” He asked him, grabbing a handful of his spikes. “My Sasuke, who was brought to his knees with jealousy for a Konoha spy?” Sasuke shivered as Itachi inhaled the smell of his hair. “Come on.” He managed, dragging him out of the rooms and down the hall towards the infirmary.

Sasuke followed him, dreading the door to the hospital room where they kept Sai. “Why are we here Aniki?” He asked, anger cold and deadly in his voice. “If this is one of your lessons, then I don't want to learn it.” He didn't want Itachi anywhere near Sai, and he knew he wasn't going to like whatever Itachi had planned for him in that room.

“Trust me Sasuke...no lessons.” Itachi promised, sliding open the door and heading inside. Sasuke reluctantly followed inside, covering his face as soon as he made it inside. Itachi looked back at him, almost seeming amused. “Does the smell bother you?” He asked. “I could have just as easily ended up like this.” He said, looking over at Sai on the respirator. Burn marks were scorched across his flesh, the smell acrid and rotting as his condition worsened.

“Did you bring me here to make me feel guilty?” He asked, swallowing the lump in his throat. “He deserved worse.” Sai's chest rose up and down shakily, as if the very act was painful.

“Did he?” Itachi asked. “And who are you to determine what he deserved? Are you mad because I slept with him? That I cheated on you? I had been sleeping with him for two years before I took you from Konoha.” Itachi explained. “So his anger towards you, the way he mocked you, I would say that was a little more rationale than what your response was.” Sasuke opened his mouth to respond, but Itachi quieted him. “The betrayal of Konoha then?” He asked. “Otouto your betrayal far outweighs his. I know you like to try to convince yourself that you're planning to rescue the Kyuubi, that you're going to bring him back to Konoha, and the world will cheer for your greatness, but they won't.” Itachi said with certainty. “They'll kill you. They won't hail you as a hero, and Naruto certainly won't.” He promised him. “So tell me why again that Sai deserved this...Deserved worse.” Itachi mocked him.

“I thought this wasn't going to be a lesson Aniki?” Sasuke bit back angrily, not about to admit the truth in Itachi's words.

“It isn't.” Itachi assured him. “It's a demonstration.” He turned to Sai then, ripping the breathing aparatus off his face. He stared emotionless as the comatose body began to gasp and try to draw breath. “Do you honestly believe he ever meant a thing to me?” Itachi asked, watching the body on the bed struggle. “Do you think I will cry for him? Do you think I will miss him?” He asked, turning to Sasuke who was staring shocked. “Are you really going to continue to ask me for fidelity Otouto? Don't you know by now?”

“Know what Itachi?” Sasuke asked him as Sai began to audibly gasp. “That you can sleep with someone for two years, and then just watch them die? Should this make me feel better?” He asked him, wanting to cover his ears as the suffering got more intense.

“I don't care about him Sasuke.” Itachi hissed. “Why do you? Why does it bother you when you're the one in my bed every night?” He seemed to lose his temper, and turned, tossing a kunai right through Sai's eye and into his brain. The body on the bed quieted with a squish, dark blood beginning to soak the pillow. “That is how much I cared about that stupid boy.” Itachi murmured as Sasuke stared on in repulsed shock. “I'm tired. I want to go to bed. Come or don't, but I wouldn't want to be caught in this room when they find the body.” Itachi said, shrugging as he headed back out to the hall.

Sasuke fought off the revulsion as Itachi left, not able to help himself as he went over the the still warm corpse. Guilt flooded into his system. Sai's corpse was repulsive. It was burnt to an agonizing degree, blue from lack of air, and face sunken in and bleeding from the way his eye had exploded in its socket. Itachi had done that without a moment's hesitation. The death weighing no more on his conscience than his choice of breakfast. His hand came out then, grabbing the kunai and yanking. He had never liked Sai, but he hadn't expected this. The part that really seemed to get to him was how he didn't seem to care. If anything, it had released the ball of hate he had built up ever since he had caught them together. “I'm not sorry you're dead.” He said. “I'm sorry I let it end the way it did. You didn't deserve that. You deserved a shinobi's death.” He sneered. “Even though you were a traitor, and you touched him.” He pocketed the kunai, lest someone see it and trace it back to his brother. “Your first mistake was assuming he cared, one I've never made before.” He said to the body, turning and heading out before he was caught in the room.

When he left it he wasn't surprised to see Itachi waiting for him. He blinked his mismatched eyes, his green one glowing a little in the light. “Why'd you do that?” He asked him. “Was that supposed to impress me?” Sasuke murmured, walking over to Itachi then, and leaning into his ear. “Do you truly want to impress me?”

Itachi watched him, hand coming out to grip Sasuke's hip. “When has it ever been my purpose to impress you?” He asked him, hand slipping up the back of Sasuke's shirt. “Right now my purpose is to bed you.”

Sasuke snorted at that, shivering at the touch. “Isn't that always your purpose?” He asked, the touch making him move closer to Itachi. God he missed him. The touch always calming him, even when they were like this. “You just killed your lover.” He pointed out, wondering where the justice was in any of this.

“Cleaning up your mess.” Itachi assured him, getting closer. Sasuke felt his breath on his face. Itachi always had this power over him. The power to look at him in the way that made him feel like the world could explode and crumble around them, as long as those eyes stayed focused on him, those hands stayed on him. Sasuke shivered in anticipation, leaning into what he knew was coming.

“Aniki…” He whispered, entranced with the way Itachi had kept his eyes black the entire time. “It wasn't just my mess.” He assured him, wanting to give in to Itachi so bad it hurt. “I'll come back to your bed when you can say as much, and when you agree that this thing between us goes both ways.” He reiterated. “You get touched, I get touched.” He said pointedly, and then leaned the rest of the way and connected their mouths. The world exploded just as he thought it would. He had kissed him out of spite, but now that their lips were connected Sasuke lost whatever semblance of control he had been lying to himself about. He moaned unabashedly, arms wrapping around Itachi's neck. He opened up for him as Itachi kissed back, letting that tongue into his mouth as the other spun them, slamming him into the wall.

Sasuke fisted his fingers in that jet black hair as Itachi ate out his mouth, hands coming to the hem of his shirt, slipping underneath it. How had it been so long since they had touched like this? “Itachi…” He managed, wanting to touch him just as bad, spreading his legs as he grabbed for Itachi's waist. He pulled him closer and groaned as he felt Itachi's cock press to his, the other hard and wanting. “Tell me…” He tried, knowing he had no leverage at this point. He never did with Itachi, not really.

Itachi didn't answer, working his fingers in Sasuke's waistband, yanking at it to get it down his hips. Sasuke grabbed his own spikes, biting his bottom lip as his cock was pulled out, Itachi palming him as he began to stroke. “You want to hear that I want you Sasuke?” Itachi asked. “You want to hear that it's been infuriating not knowing if you would let me touch you?” Sasuke groaned at that, grasping weakly at Itachi's shoulder, meeting his eyes. Just say it. He would do whatever Itachi wanted of him if he would just say it.

“I want to be enough for you.” Sasuke said, panting as precum dripped onto Itachi's fingers, the touch alone making him want to cum.

Itachi watched his reaction, pumping him torturously slow. “You're enough for me.” He finally said, dropping to his knees in front of Sasuke, not hesitating in taking him into his mouth. Sasuke held back a scream as that warm wet cavern swallowed him, his cock buzzing as he dripped into that waiting mouth. Itachi began to move on him, and with those words he had just spoke it was all Sasuke could do not to cum right there. He wouldn't though, Itachi hated when he came too early.

“God Itachi!” Sasuke moaned out, hands going to Itachi's hair, tangling in it as he struggled not to thrust into that mouth. Those words were echoing over and over in his head. They were what he always wanted to hear. His everything. Itachi's hands ran up his thighs, spreading them farther as he ached for Itachi to touch him. “I like this…” Sasuke told him. “You on your knees for me...bowing in subjugation.” He mocked him, getting exactly what he wanted as Itachi looked up at him. His mouth still full of him, and god it was the most erotic thing he had ever seen in his life. He wanted him. He wanted to be so full of Itachi that he could feel him for weeks.

Itachi pulled off, the thick stream of precum and spit connecting from his lips to his cock. “Bowing to you? You have gotten bold, haven't you?” He asked him, distracting him with words as his fingers pushed up. He broke through the tight ring of muscle as Sasuke hissed and clenched around those fingers. It had been so long, and his body wasn't used to it. That didn't stop his cock from dripping anticipation for how good this could feel.

“You going to screw me right here in the hallway?” Sasuke asked him, grunting as Itachi thrust deeper, spreading his fingers. “Fuck….” He gasped out, knees bowing as Itachi grabbed the back of them. He helped him down and onto his lap. The hand was now on his hips encouraging him to fuck himself on those fingers. Sasuke kissed him then, doing exactly what Itachi wanted, raising himself up and down on those fingers as he was stretched. He was so tight from their lack of time together that it was almost painful. “I want more than your fingers.” He begged into his mouth, green and black eyes meeting red. ...So Itachi was lost in it, huh? Good...at least he wasn't the only one.

“That what you want Otouto?” Itachi asked him, working down his own pants. “To get fucked 10 feet away from the corpse of your enemy?” He asked, Sasuke cringing as he remembered Sai. “Now normally I'd drag you in there, make you look at him as you came all over yourself, but today I don't really want to wait.” He said, and Sasuke nodded, claiming Itachi's lips again as he rode out his pleasure.

“Whatever you do, do it quick.” Sasuke assured him, cock bouncing against his stomach. “I won't be able to hold out much longer...not with you touching me like that.” He purred into Itachi's mouth as they kissed, deep in his pleasure. Itachi wanted this...was desperate for this. It was the sexiest thing he'd ever seen in his life.

Sasuke grunted as he was shoved off, falling backwards and splaying himself for Itachi to see. His entrance was trembling with want as he reached down, forcing fingers inside as he didn't want to be empty. Not for a second. He bit his lip, letting Itachi watch as he finger fucked himself. He gasped as he was so close to cumming, toes curling to hold it back as his nails dug hard into the ground with his free hand. “Itachi…” He begged, wanting to let go, to release with him looking on. He grit his teeth as his hand was grabbed, his brother ripping his fingers harshly out from inside him.

“Did I give you permission to touch yourself there?” He asked, his voice dark, husky almost. Sasuke turned heavy lidded eyes up to him, seeing that look of need for just an instance before his hips were grabbed and he was flipped over. His knees dragged on the ground as Itachi pulled him so he was on his hands and knees. Sasuke glowered into the floor, turned on as he was he knew exactly what his brother was doing. He was pissed at him still. This….Sasuke hated sex like this. He had told Itachi over and over again, until the other had finally agreed not to take him on his hands and knees like a bitch dog.

“Itachi…” He tried for only an instant, and then screamed as Itachi's cock pressed all the way inside him. He was stretched to the point of breaking as he hung his head, fingernails scraping against the floor as he pulled out all the way, thrusting completely in again as Sasuke was forced to his elbows. His hips were high in the air as Itachi took him. He was drooling as the pleasure pain overwhelmed him, biting into his own arm to stop the screams from his mouth as his entire body was rocked. Sasuke felt Itachi so deep inside him that he couldn't stop moaning like a whore as he thrust back onto that cock. He hated himself for needing this bad enough to let Itachi take him like this, for not having the strength to force him to look in his face.

Itachi grabbed onto his spikes, forcing his face further into the ground as he fucked Sasuke hard, painfully, almost cruel as Sasuke screamed for more. His cock was dripping so bad by this point that a small pool had formed on the ground. It dragged against the floor as Itachi fucked him so hard he slid back and forth, his knees scraping and bleeding as he pushed himself back against him. He hated him for this, hated him for knowing he could make him into this. His tongue lapped at the floor, panting with the intense pleasure as he fucked himself back on him. “I like this…” Itachi said mockingly, and Sasuke knew what was coming. “You on your knees for me….bowing in subjugation.” He mocked him, angling his thrusts as Sasuke screamed into the floor. His prostate was getting hit over and over, and soon he was cumming so hard his eyes went black. An unnerving amount of pleasure hitting him all at once as his cock exploded again with cum, not able to do anything but ride it out as Itachi thrust into him. He tightened down on him, wanting his cum, wanting Itachi to feel this good. To feel something.

“Please….please…” He begged, sore and bloody as he was forced lower. His belly slid in the sticky wetness now on the floor, smearing his own spunk across him as he thought he might lose his mind in all of this. Itachi finally relented, pressing him further into the ground as he slammed painfully into him, and Sasuke felt him go stiff before warmth flooded inside him, spreading out along Itachi's cock as he heard it dripping on the ground. Sasuke had never been fucked like that in his life. So completely. So dirty. He could only lay there in his own blood and filth, panting into his bleeding arm as he tried to figure out a way to piece himself back together. He managed an inarticulate whine, which seemed to snap Itachi at least back into awareness He pulled out of his sore puffy hole as cum dribbled down the back of his thighs.

He whined a little as he was grabbed, content to just lay there with his thighs spread and ass up in the air for the whole day. He managed an exhausted grunt as he was turned and dragged into Itachi's lap, and if the other wanted another round he was sure he might die during it. It was too much...too intense. “Itachi that…” He somehow managed, leaning in as he lazily kissed him. He wasn't able to maintain it long as he broke to the side, head falling to Itachi's shoulder as he panted. He was trembling in his arms, body shaking from how intensely he had fallen, of how hard his orgasm had rocked him. Sasuke let his fingers trail up Itachi's body, finding his soft hair as he twirled his fingers in them. He wanted to scream at him for the way this had happened, but it was too much. All he could think about was how much he missed this, and how this had been missing from their sex for months now. Not the anger or the humilty, but the way he felt towards Itachi. His eyes were half lidded, but he gave a small smile at Itachi anyways when the other ran his hand through his sweaty spikes. He never noticed the faint glow of the necklace. Despite the death here today, this was a step forward for them. He loved Itachi, loved him with all of his heart. That much was always clear, and sometimes it felt like Itachi felt the same way. So maybe it was enough? Maybe Itachi would help him save Naruto? If he wouldn't, what then? He'd do anything for his brother, even betray his best friend. Deidara had once called Itachi a pacifist, maybe that carried to not wanting to slaughter people that he cared about. He sighed as Itachi kissed him gently then, cupping his face as Sasuke smiled into it, like Itachi had known all the warm happy feelings he currently had for him.

He didn't remember falling asleep. He didn't even remember closing his eyes, but when he opened them again he was in his bed. He was nestled against his brother, fingers combing through his hair. How long since they had done anything like this? Had they ever? He pushed himself up a little to find those lips, not able to stop kissing him once he had started. “You carried me back?” He asked, kissing down Itachi's neck as he crawled fully into his lap. “Are we in trouble? Have they found the body?”

“If they have I doubt they'd be stupid enough to confront me about it.” Itachi told him, eyes dark and thoughtful. “Otouto?” He asked him, and Sasuke wasn't used to that tone, almost like he was asking permission.

“Yeah?” He asked back between kisses, the sheets up around them as his hands moved from Itachi's stomach to his chest. He was fully healed now, as gorgeous as he had ever been.

“You need to exercise patience.” Itachi finally said, voice hesitant, as if he was trying to choose his words carefully. “Not everything is as you've wrote it out in that mind of yours. Secrets are put in place for a reason.” He leaned in, and Sasuke had to use every one of his sense to hear the next part right against his ear. “The Kyuubi is not going to die.” Was what was whispered to him. Itachi's eyes flickered to the ceiling, making a very deliberate swipe to show four different points of the room. Sasuke knitted his eyebrows for a second at that, heart pounding at what Itachi had said, before realization struck him. Were they being watched? Was their room bugged? Why was Itachi telling him this? What did he mean Naruto wouldn't die? Did that mean? ...He couldn't even allow himself to speculate on the matter, because if he thought about it...of all the times Itachi had pulled him out of the fire. Was he really going to help him save Naruto from this place, and why if Itachi was one of the most senior members of the Organization,why were his rooms bugged? What was going on?

“I understand.” Sasuke said after a time, because however untrue that statement was, he knew Itachi was expecting it. His heart was hammering against Itachi's chest, and he knew the other could feel it. They stared into each other's eyes for awhile, and Sasuke wished he could read his brother's mind just the once. What truths lay behind those dark eyes?

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