Naruto Fan Fiction / Naruto Shippuden Fan Fiction ❯ The Never Played Symphonies ❯ Just Heal ( Chapter 35 )

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The Never Played Symphonies

Chapter 35: Just Heal

Deidara looked slowly around at the present company he was keeping, and wondered, not for the first time, how it was he got into this situation. Sasori was working tirelessly over Sasuke, knitting his bones back together with strings of chakra as his own tried to heal. Naruto was moodily lingering in the corner, eyes wide and terrified as he stared at Sasuke in worry. Sasuke's head was lying in Itachi's lap, the elder Uchiha not saying a word since he had shown up to Sasuke's broken body. It was a wonder the kid had lived. His body had smashed into the water, cracking it to pieces. As soon as that stupid thing was taken off his head he had began to heal, though Deidara was still confused how his organs hadn't turned to liquid from that fall. Sasuke...always having to be the center of attention.

“Why didn't you stop him from jumping in the first place?” He asked Itachi, over sparing his feelings. “He could have died.”

“I didn't think he would jump...I didn't think he would do any of this.” He said, fingers trailing through spikes. “Is he going to live?” Itachi asked Sasori, voice passionless.

“Yes.” Sasori answered, finishing with the last of his strings. “Though I have no doubt he'll wish he didn't when he wakes up to the pain.” Sasori scoffed. “Stupid boy.”

“He thought he was doing the right thing.” Itachi murmured. “It wasn't really his fault, now was it?” He asked, and his eyes swirled as they glanced up towards Naruto. Deidara gulped, because he would not want to be in that kid's place right now.

“My fault?” Naruto asked, a tone of accusation in his voice. “You broke him in every possible way Itachi! I couldn't get him to eat...to sleep...He was dying!” Naruto snapped at him, hackles raised as he got up.

“Wouldn't eat...wouldn't sleep...and yet you still thought he meant it when he kissed you?” Itachi asked dangerously, getting closer. “You thought he meant it when he fucked you?” Itachi's eyes spun, and Deidara flinched as Naruto began to scream. Deidara covered his ears, glaring at Itachi's show as Naruto thrashed around on the ground.

“You could just kill him, yeah?” Deidara asked. “It would keep him from making all of this racket.”

“I'm not going to kill him.” Itachi murmured. “Sasuke doesn't want him killed...he wants this cretin alive.” He leaned down so he could watch Naruto suffer. “I convinced Sasuke he had killed him...stabbed him in the heart.” He traced over Naruto's chest. “It was enough to convince his mind of it as he was trapped in a Genjutsu.” He sneered as Naruto began to drool and thrash. “To think this pathetic kid was the fourth Hokage's son. I wonder what he would think of his son now?” Itachi blinked and it was all over. One can only wonder what tortures Naruto had endured in that short span of time.

“I haven't seen you let loose and have fun for awhile, yeah?” Deidara said, amused. “He can be your own private pincushion.” Deidara walked over, sending a clay snake through Naruto's shoulder as he heard him yell. “That's for touching Sparky, yeah?” He asked, glaring. “Not that Sasuke didn't really do all of this to himself.”

“Doesn't he always?” Sasori asked, standing up. “We have to get somewhere safe. Sasuke is monitored like a hawk. If we don't get out now, we aren't getting out.”

“We're leaving him.” Itachi said. “The plan hasn't changed.”

“The fuck we are!” Deidara growled. “He just tried to kill himself here Itachi. We aren't leaving him! He's a wreck.”

“That was my fault.” Itachi admitted. “Sasuke was drawing on my energy.”

“Well you're a depressing fuck then.” Deidara observed. “But he's still coming with us...or hell, he's coming with me and Sasori. Go fuck yourself.”

“You're a little too protective of my brother.” Itachi murmured, a warning in his voice.

“Well someone has to be, you paranoid fuck!” He yelled. “You let him get hurt, you abandoned him, you let him fuck someone that repulses him, and then you drive him to suicide!” He snapped. “You're the worst thing that's ever happened to him Itachi.”

“He's not.” Deidara started at the voice, turning to see Sasuke struggling to sit up. Figures...every bone broken in his body and still defending him. Deidara eyed Itachi, waiting for him to go to him. He didn't. Sasori leaned down instead.

“Just relax. You broke both of your legs, five ribs, and your collarbone. I knitted you back together, but it's going to take awhile to heal.” He placed a hand on Sasuke's shoulder, stilling him. “Don't try to get up.”

“Itachi.” Sasuke said, eyes downcast and on the ground. “Did you kill him?”

“No.” Itachi answered. “Did you want me to?” He asked sarcastically.

“When has that ever mattered?” Sasuke asked him, looking up. “I want to kill Obito.” He told him in a cold voice that only an Uchiha was capable of. “Are you going to help me?”

Itachi watched him, as if debating the situation. Only these two could get over their shit through torture and death. “Are you going to continue like this? With this attitude?”

“This attitude?” Sasuke hissed, and at least that was some emotion. “You're so kind dear brother.” He glared at Itachi, and yet under it all, there seemed to be such relief that his brother was here. “I will.” He conceded. “Kill him.” Was his demand.

Itachi raised an eyebrow. “No.” He denied him.

“Why?” Sasuke asked, lilt in his voice with the question. “Why are you leaving him alive?” Sasuke's eyes drifted to Naruto and then back up again. “You're hiding something.” Sasuke's eye flashed red with the sharingan, sharpened with the Kyuubi's powers. “What's so special about Naruto? You mentioned the Fourth.”

“You were awake?” Itachi asked, evading the question. “Always so sneaky Otouto.” He said, only causing Sasuke to glare more.

“Kill him Itachi.” He hissed. “I don't want to be part of anymore of your schemes.” Itachi, the eternal puppeteer to all of their lives.

“He's your friend.” Itachi tried. “We're not discussing this anymore until you're back in your right mind. The pain has to be unbearable right now.” Itachi walked over, leaning down to carefully scoop Sasuke up, meeting his eyes as he whispered. “Go to sleep…”

Deidara watched Sasuke's head slink back, rolling his eye at the tactic. “Well that must be an easy way to end an argument.” He joked. “So what now leader?” He mocked. “Do we kill your brother's boyfriend? Do we turn ourselves in? What hellish destination will you lead us today?”

“Shut up Deidara.” Itachi hissed, eyes narrowed and dangerous. “I can't leave him here, so we'll take him back to headquarters and show him exactly what we've been up to.”

“And the kid?” Sasori asked him, eyeing Naruto's incapacitated form. “Do we leave him here?”

Itachi tilt his head, watching Naruto with almost pity. “If my brother had his way we would kill him.” He turned, walking away with Sasuke. Deidara read between the lines...good thing Sasuke never got his way.

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Sasuke used the cane to support himself, hobbling down the stone halls. His legs were starting to heal. If nothing else, at least his body wasn't broken. Of all the rotten luck, jump off a waterfall and it doesn't kill you. He supposed it was a good thing. He hadn't really wanted to die, and now that he was back around Itachi he was feeling a lot better. Besides...he didn't want to miss all of this. He leaned against the wall as he stared into the room, the carnage coating his eyes as Hidan did his work.

“Do you ever think they like it?” Sasuke asked the masochist, watching him shove a spear through his stomach, his victim screaming.

“All the time little Uchiha.” Hidan said, groaning, a bulge formed in his crotch as his victim bled from his cross. “They don't know the worlds of pleasure that can be wrought from just a little bit of pain.” Sasuke watched, fascinated as the wounds appeared on the man, the screams echoing off the hall.

“I didn't like it.” He denied. “I was tortured and I didn't like a second of it.” Hidan sliced a strip out of his own stomach.

“That's because it wasn't Itachi.” He told him. “You sick fucks are each other's fetishes. Why would you get off on anyone else?”

Sasuke watched, fascinated as the blood rolled down the body. His cock stirred as he pictured Itachi doing that to him. “What do you like better? Giving or getting?” He tilt his head, eyes locked on the rolling blood.

“Both.” Hidan said, amused with Sasuke's interest. “But I happen to be special in that regard. From what I hear...you have a lot of scars. That might give you a clue.” Sasuke frowned at that.

“Who told you I was scarred?” He asked, because Hidan hadn't seen him since camp. He still didn't know how they had managed to get Hidan and Kakuzu on their side, but all that it meant was that they were one step closer to killing Obito Uchiha. He had been sleeping in one of the many rooms of this old Uchiha compound. Not with Itachi. They hadn't talked. They hadn't even seen each other. Sasuke felt a resounding warmth in his stomach as his chest expanded of its own accord, breath quickening with his arousal. He smiled to himself...he was learning how to use their connection more and more every day.

“I heard Itachi had a little freak out.” Hidan mocked. “That cold son of a bitch actually broke down and bawled his eyes out.” Sasuke's eyes narrowed at the lie, not liking being played with.

“My brother doesn't cry.” He snapped, eyes flashing red with the fox's chakra. “I was trying to have a conversation with you. If you want to avoid me like everyone else like I'm made of glass...fine.” He snapped.

He glared even more at the harsh biting laughter coming from Hidan. “Baby Uchiha...don't go. I wasn't playing with you. Come here...I want to teach you your first lesson about pain.” Sasuke watched him hesitantly, before slowly hobbling forward.

“If you try anything there are plenty of people here that would end you. They would find a way.” Sasuke warned him as Hidan drew a kunai across Sasuke's cheek, watching it heal right after. Sasuke hissed with the sting of it, but didn't move as Hidan brought it to his lips. “That can't be sanitary.”

“Not where you've been.” Hidan agreed. “That's an interesting trick. You and I would make a good team you know.” He drew the kunai across the other cheek, cutting deeper this time. “Ever think about leaving Itachi?” He asked, watching fascinated as the wound once more closed. “Can you die?”

“I hope so.” Sasuke answered, eyes locked with Hidan as the masochist brought the kunai to his neck, slicing shallowly and watching Sasuke gasp as blood poured down his neck, healing right as he struggled to breathe. “Careful…” He breathed, eye glowing a bright green.

“Wouldn't dream of killing you...you're the perfect subject.” Sasuke sneered at that, because Kabuto had told him that time and time again, even if then he couldn't heal. “Now...your lesson. Are you ready?” Sasuke nodded, nerves on fire as Hidan trailed the knife in thin slices down his chest, ending just above his navel. Sasuke groaned at the weird pain, cock stirring yet again in his jeans. “Fascinating…” Hidan whispered, about to drag the kunai lower.

Itachi grabbed Hidan's hand, eyes furious as he appeared, looking at Hidan and then back towards Sasuke who was now covered in blood without a scratch on him. “Let's get one thing clear...you will not touch him again.” He twisted Hidan's hand. “I've killed for less.”

“Itachi I'm fine.” Sasuke interjected. “I asked him to…” He was quieted by the look Itachi shot him, and he swallowed down the rest of his reply. Stomach tightening with fear. “I'm sorry.” He fixed, Itachi looking him up and down. “I healed just fine.”

“I don't care about the injuries Sasuke!” Itachi snapped, turning towards him and letting go of Hidan, grabbing at the bulge in his pants and squeezing. “What is this?” Sasuke groaned at the pressure, hissing as Itachi dragged him close, his injured legs dragging on the floor. “Is this for him? First Naruto...and now Hidan?” He asked, furious. “Fucking whore.”

Sasuke smirked at him, their faces inches away. “What's the matter niisan? Jealous? Should I tell you all the dirty debasing things I let Naruto do? Should I tell you what I pictured just now?” He asked, hissing as Itachi squeezed harder, and he pushed into it. “You going to send me back to my room?” He asked, leaning into his ear, eyes locked with Hidan. “Or are you going to do something to fix me?” He licked at Itachi's lips, feeling him shudder. Sasuke didn't even need to look down to know Itachi was hard. He could feel it...his arousal...his want. “Let him watch.” He didn't know what made him say it, but he just wanted one other person in the world to know their passion...to know that in this way Itachi wanted him.

Itachi's eyes were a dark bleeding red, swirled with black. “I'd never let anyone watch.” He said, voice strained, heavy. He wanted permission...Itachi never taking anymore since what happened to him.

Sasuke nodded, because he understood every ounce of Itachi. “You can clean me after.” He promised, because he knew he wanted to scrub every inch of Naruto off of him...of Orochimaru.

Itachi shuddered yet again, grabbing Sasuke's ass, nails tightening down on his flesh. “I can't...Otouto…” Sasuke nodded, because he knew what Itachi was saying. Knew that he couldn't wait...not for this.

Sasuke looked over at Hidan whose eyes had widened slightly at the exchange. Seeing Itachi like this...seeing Itachi desperate...and his brother called him the sex addict. “Sorry Hidan...no more lessons today.” He murmured, and Itachi lashed then, slicing Hidan in half, eyes staring furiously down at the body as Sasuke kissed at his neck.

“Don't. Touch. Him. Again.” He hissed, Hidan coughing and glaring in pieces. “Have Kakuzu sew you back together.” He growled, turning back towards Sasuke. Sasuke rolled his eyes at his antics. “You're lucky he didn't go lower.” Itachi answered the look.

Sasuke grabbed his hand, pulling Itachi out of the room and towards his own down the hall. “Now you care if people touch me?” He asked him, dragging him into the room. “After every thing that has happened, what does it matter anymore?” His heart fluttered as his face was cupped, Itachi tracing over his cheek.

“It always matters.” He told him. “You always matter...everything that came before. Who fucking cares Sasuke?” He asked him, eyes strangely open. “I don't care...I don't want it to ruin us anymore. Just move passed it. I know that's selfish...but move the fuck passed it Otouto because you're killing yourself.”

Sasuke watched him as he said that, never hearing Itachi talk like that before. He was desperate, cussing...open. What he had done on the cliff, it had really hurt Itachi. His hands reached out, drawing the cloak off his brother's shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. Itachi watched him as he used the bloody kunai he had taken from Hidan, slicing up the fishnet and locking eyes with him as his fingers went to his pants.

“After you fuck my brains out...you're going to tell me what you're planning with Naruto.” He told him, dragging the pants down his hips to pool at his feet. “Then we're going to do something special.” Itachi raised an eyebrow, not abashed at all to be standing there nude.

“Special?” He asked him, hands reaching out to drag the shirt over Sasuke's head, throwing the bloody remains across the floor. “Are you going to get romantic on me?” He asked, grabbing Sasuke's ringed hand to kiss it. “I missed you so much…” He looked over him, eyes roaming over his form. “You're skinny...too skinny.”

Sasuke blushed at that, shrinking away. “If you don't want me Aniki then go.” Sasuke grunted as he was pulled close, Itachi rolling his eyes at him. “Were you really jealous today?” He asked, and it was crazy to think that all that had happened in the last few months that his stomach could flutter at the idea of Itachi being jealous.

“Unfathomably so.” Itachi assured him, kissing down his neck. “I felt you...god I'd been waiting for any sign that you might be ready.” He kissed along Sasuke's clavicle, and the younger threw his head back, pleasure coursing through his blood. “Then I felt it...you were hard...aroused...for him.”

“For you.” Sasuke corrected, letting Itachi lead him backwards. “I was thinking about you.” He assured him, because when was he not. “I thought about…”

Itachi's nails dug into the mark on Sasuke's hip. “This…” He groaned, and Sasuke whimpered in pleasure as he was pushed back on the bed. “This room...as if I wouldn't have allowed you in mine. Stubborn brat.” Itachi grumbled, ripping Sasuke's shorts off his thin jutting hips. Sasuke's hands dug into Itachi's hair as he kissed along his hip, licking at the scar, tongue tracing every bit of it as Sasuke thrashed underneath. His cock was swollen against his stomach, dripping wet as Itachi's mouth found it, taking him in and causing Sasuke to scream.

Sasuke's eyes were wide with pleasure, trying to keep his hips still as Itachi sucked...and god how long had it been? “Aniki…” He whimpered, stomach heaving with how out of control he was. “You gotta stop…” He begged, Itachi's talented tongue pushing down into his slit...sucking…. “Itachi stop…” He begged, ripping at Itachi's hair to relent, cumming hard down his throat with a scream as he was denied. Sasuke collapsed back, panting and sweaty as he heard the erotic sounds of slurping and swallowing as Itachi took in every drop.

Itachi was soon blanketing him, filthy mouth covering his as he fucked his tongue between his lips, tasting the salty after taste. “Can you get on top?” Itachi asked him. “Want to watch you…”

He kissed down his neck, and Sasuke considered his options. “My legs hurt...I don't think…” He didn't want to deny him though.

“Don't worry about it.” He said before Sasuke could finish. “This is about making you feel good.”

Sasuke curled his nose, shoving at Itachi. “God get off…” He murmured, rolling over. “This is not how you were supposed to act...you were supposed to throw me up on your hips anyways and take me, because that's what you do.” He buried his head in the pillow. “Don't treat me like glass like everyone else does.”

“You just jumped off a cliff Sasuke, forgive me if I trying to spare your legs from snapping again...even with that eye!” Itachi yelled, disgusted anger in his voice. “I can't be nice to you? I can't care about you?”

“I don't need that in my life. I need you.” He turned to look at him. “The one I fell for...the people we used to be Aniki, don't you get it?” He hissed.

“Of course I get it!” Itachi hissed back. “You think I don't think of the old days? Of how I could never keep my hands off you? How everything was new?” He was sure Itachi hadn't meant it the way he had said it, but he took it that way anyways.

Sasuke stood up, shoving Itachi backwards as he got on top, ignoring the searing pain in his legs. “Oh? It's not new and exciting anymore? Should I find you a replacement? I'm sure I can find a look-alike.” His hand went to Itachi's neck. “Don't you dare tell me you're tired of me again...I know your tricks.” He kissed him hard. “You want me on top...I'll be on top.” He smirked at him. “Unless you want something new? You know I have experience in that kind of thing…” He was never allowed to continue. He screamed out in absolute agony as Itachi thrust into him dry, stretching him beyond the breaking point as Itachi forced every last bit inside.

Itachi's mouth was by his ear as he panted. “Don't question me again, and never ever bring up what you did with Naruto.” He threatened, pulling out and slamming Sasuke back down again, the younger falling forward as he tried to keep his balance. “Fucking slut...whore….cheating bastard.”

Sasuke panted, arms wrapped around that neck as he tried to hold on. “It didn't...mean anything…”

“No. I'm sure it didn't in that mind of yours.” Itachi hissed, biting Sasuke hard as the other screamed. “You like pain you little brat?” He asked, nails digging down Sasuke's back. “Do you have any idea what you put me through these last few months?” He growled, slamming Sasuke up and down on his cock, every ounce of him experiencing pleasure as well as pain. He tackled Sasuke backwards, both kissing as he slammed Sasuke's legs open to open his hips, tears leaking down Sasuke's cheeks with it all. “You terrified me...I went through the trouble of making you invincible, and you almost die on me anyways.”

It was wet and slick by this time in the best way, the wet slap from their bodies sounding through the room. “I'm sorry...I won't do it again...I'll get better.”

Itachi nodded, cumming hard inside him. Sasuke followed soon after, driven over the edge by the warmth inside him, the sticky wetness as Itachi continued to thrust. They were both panting by the time it was over, a warm feeling deep in Sasuke's stomach as Itachi pulled out, only to yank him close.

Sasuke curled into Itachi, laying on his shoulder. “Aniki?” He asked softly, sweaty and exhausted. “Why did you lie to me about being sick?”

Itachi sighed, pulling Sasuke closer. “Because I had to get you to leave. If I died you would leave.”

“Never.” He assured him, too exhausted to lift his head, his entire body aching with pain as his eye tried to heal him. “Not even death could stop me.” He assured him, exhausted. “You shouldn't have lied like that. You shouldn't have left.”

“You cried when I touched you...it...I couldn't have stayed.” Itachi assured him. “It was torture.”

“You should have endured it.” Sasuke told him. “That's what someone strong would do, but you've never been strong at things like this.” He whispered into his chest. “Am I better?” He asked, needing to be better, needing to be normal again.

“I think you're getting there.” Itachi told him, entwining their fingers.

“Are you going to leave me again if I don't get better?” He asked, fear laced in his voice.

“No.” Itachi answered. “Not again.” He promised, kissing his head. “Otouto?” He asked hesitantly, as if he were afraid to. “Stop touching other people...my sanity can't handle it.”

“You have sanity?” He asked, smiling against Itachi's chest at his joke. He pushed up, fighting exhaustion to watch Itachi instead. “What do you want Naruto for?”

“I'm supposed to protect him.” Itachi admitted, because they had agreed to no more lies. That didn't stop him from lying about dying...but that was another matter. “I made a promise to the Fourth...a very long time ago.” He kissed Sasuke's swollen lips. “Doesn't mean I don't want to cut him into tiny pieces...make you watch while I do it. Your lover.” He hissed with disgust.

“My punishment.” Sasuke corrected. “Besides, you should be grateful. They would have probably killed me if it wasn't for Naruto.” His finger traced down Itachi's chest. “How did Shikamaru die?” He had never asked...He had never wanted to know.

“Sasori killed him.” Itachi murmured, obviously tired as his eyes drifted. “Obito killed Sakura...if that was going to be your next question.” Itachi's eyes were heavy, pulling him close. Sasuke's conscience didn't even flinch. What did that say about him? What was he turning into?

Sasuke played with Itachi's hair, watching him as he drifted. “You're exhausted...you never fall asleep this easily.”

“Can't sleep without you…” He murmured, barely awake. “Too many nightmares.” Sasuke smiled, kissing his forehead.

“No more nightmares.” He promised. “Not anymore.” Because this wasn't just about him. Itachi needed him. He had felt what Itachi had gone through without him. If he couldn't be strong for himself, he would be for Itachi. They weren't alone anymore...not ever...he would never let Itachi feel that way again.

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Sasuke expected to get woken up in some horrible way, for something to steal these little slivers of happiness he managed to get. ...It didn't though. No, he woke up in Itachi's arms, the other still sleeping like the dead. He smiled at him, the lines of exhaustion on Itachi's face much less prevalent than the night before. He couldn't sleep without him, huh? Sasuke couldn't eat or sleep without Itachi, so he supposed it was fair. He thought about waking Itachi up with a surprise, but couldn't bring himself to leave those arms. He watched him, smoothing out the worry lines on Itachi's forehead. He loved him...despite everything that had happened...he loved him more than ever.

“Aniki?” He asked, because judging by his breathing he had woken up 30 seconds ago. Sasuke rolled on top of him, smiling as arms wrapped around his hips. Itachi kept his eyes shut though, nestling into the pillow. “What happened to our recruiting outside of the Akatsuki?” He asked, watching Itachi nestle even deeper, obviously trying to avoid the subject. “How do you know we can trust them? What if they're working for Obito?” Itachi went so far as to cover his face with his pillow. “Itachi...come on…” Sasuke said smiling, trying to rip it off his head. “I'm serious.”

“As am I Otouto…” Itachi grumbled. “Go back to sleep. I don't want to talk about Obito...or your recruits.” He complained. “I have you back in my bed...and for a few hours I'm not dealing with your drama.”

“That's almost sweet.” Sasuke grumbled, ripping the pillow away. “But we need to talk. I have an idea for a recruit. I followed him in the village.” Itachi's eyes opened at that, eyeing him wryly.

“Oh?” He asked, his voice heavily clipped. Sasuke recognized that voice. That was the voice Itachi used just before he turned murderous. “And who were you following around my darling Otouto?” He asked him, finger trailing from Sasuke's naval up to his chin.

“Neji Hyuuga.” He whispered nervously, watching Itachi's face for any reaction.

“The reject of the Hyuuga clan?” He asked him, using the hand not on his chin to shift Sasuke fully on his lap. “They say he's gorgeous.”

Very dangerous territory. “I wouldn't know.” Sasuke assured him. “I just know how he can fight...and his allegiances. I think we could turn him.” He said, shifting to accommodate Itachi as he lifted him, lowering him down slowly on his hardening cock. “Fuck…” He whimpered, nails digging into Itachi's chest. “It hurts everytime now…”

“Because you heal.” Itachi informed him. “Everytime is like the first time…” He rose him and lowered him again. “Forever my innocent Otouto.” He husked as he slammed him back down getting deep. “Why him?”

Sasuke shut his eyes in pleasure, letting Itachi move him as he moaned. “I told you why...think we can turn him…” He managed.

“You mean you can...already have it planned out?” He asked. “Like Hidan yesterday?” He slammed him down hard, jarring Sasuke as he hissed.

“That wasn't…” He tried.

“That was. You did it with Naruto to survive because you thought you had no choice...like with Orochimaru.” Sasuke glared at him, not wanting to talk about this during sex. “You think this is your option, but it isn't. That isn't an option for you to sell yourself. You're mine...every bit of you is mine.” He forced Sasuke to look at him as the other tried to pull away. “Do you hear me? You will not act that way anymore or think of yourself that way. You do not sleep your way into things.”

“I slept my way into the Akatsuki.” Sasuke shot back with, and Itachi rolled them over to finish up, covering Sasuke's mouth so he could finish, both cumming hard despite the fight. Itachi finally uncovered his mouth, glowering down at him as he did. “What? Hit too hard to home?” Sasuke asked, but he was completely relaxed, no longer into this fight.

“Don't compare me to them.” He said. “You want this Neji, you go get him. Think you can handle it or do you want to take Deidara?” Sasuke's legs wrapped around his hips, heels pressing him deep.

“It's strange...you never caring about Deidara.” He said. “Of all people not to be jealous of.” He said, grunting as Itachi pulled out.

“What do you mean of all people?” Itachi asked him, eyebrow raised.

Very dangerous territory. “I just meant that.” Sasuke knitted his eyebrows. “He's my best friend.” He said. “Who…” Very dangerous territory. “Knows a lot about our sex life?”

Itachi snorted. “Yeah...like I'm worried.” He said sarcastically, sitting up. “What do you want for breakfast? You're too thin.” He said, and Sasuke was left staring with the way Itachi had just dismissed Dei.

“Just tea.” He told him, and at the annoyed looked Itachi gave him he added. “And rice.”

“Stay there.” Itachi murmured. “You can't get into trouble if you're in bed.” He headed out, leaving Sasuke to his thoughts. If they wanted Neji on their team...that would mean sneaking back into Konoha. Not only that, but it would probably mean having to face Naruto again. His stomach tightened in knots. He didn't know if he could. He didn't know if he was strong enough.

Sasuke laid back in bed, legs spread wantonly as he was full of Itachi's seed, thighs coated in it as his fingers trailed down his stomach, feeling warm and sated. Why had Itachi promised the fourth anything? How old could he have been? Four? It seemed unlikely. Not to mention there was the Naruto in his head. The one that kept telling him Itachi was hiding something. He hadn't paid attention to that voice in months, too muddled down by everything to remember. But Naruto had said he was hiding something, hadn't he? What was Itachi hiding? Every time he thought he figured it out he found another layer to his brother adding to the clusterfuck that was their life.

He could do this. He could get back to his normal self...to the one that didn't jump off cliffs. It was possible...with the right motivation. He had motivation. He had Itachi...and he had his revenge. Obito would die. Not only that, but he would take every last thing away from him before he killed him. His fingers trailed lower, sighing at how sensitive he still was, how he could already feel himself healing from what Itachi had done to him.

“Otouto…” Itachi whispered from the doorway, and Sasuke looked up, legs spread open, fingers playing in the dark curls just underneath his navel. He let his legs drop open more, letting him see his spunk all over him.

“Aniki…” He whispered back. “Did you bring me breakfast?” He asked, seeing the lust on his brother's face. He sat up, sheets pooling between his legs. “C'mere.”

Itachi came, setting the tray of breakfast to the side as he crawled onto the bed, shoving Sasuke back as he did to get in between his legs. “You...you make me feel so strange sometimes.” He murmured, kissing him roughly. “I want you again...how can I already want you again?”

How could he want him at all? How could Itachi know everything and still want him? He was skinny, scarred, ruined, and Itachi wanted him anyways? “Stop…” He said, too far in his head as he pushed Itachi away. “Stop it...you're acting again. Just stop acting.”

Annoyance covered Itachi's face as he watched Sasuke. “I forgot...you're the only one that's allowed to have feelings.Correct?” He snapped. “You're infuriating.” He reached over, grabbing the bowl of rice. “Eat your damn breakfast.”

“I didn't mean it like that.” Sasuke murmured, not taking the bowl. “You can do whatever you like Itachi, but it doesn't make it true. It makes it pretty words out of your pretty lips.” He shook his head, shoving the food away as Itachi tried to make him take it. “You always lie to me. I don't know why you're acting like this now, but I know it isn't actually you. It's whatever guilt you think you have towards what happened.”

“Oh I don't `think' I have guilt Otouto, I know I do.” Itachi assured him. “That doesn't change how I feel about you.”

“Yeah yeah you love me.” Sasuke mocked. “You love me, you're dying...both said in the same conversation.” He mocked him, and then grabbed onto Itachi as the other tried to pull away. “I don't care. I'm focused...driven...and the sex is great.” He assured him, watching Itachi's eyes narrow and flood with the sharingan. Fear went through him, his own eye flooding as well to defend himself. “Don't you dare.”

“Are you strong enough brightness?” Itachi asked. “If I wanted to show you what a little asshole you are.” He hissed, hands grabbing his hips roughly. “What do you want to know? Ask me because I know that brain of yours is telling you something that's making you act like this.”

“You lied to me about Naruto.” He said, not beating around the bush. “It wasn't because of the Fourth. You have been lying to me since you put the Kyuubi in me.” He accused. “What is it?” He ran his hands down itachi's back. “I can handle it...you can trust me.” He tried to convince him.

“Can I?” Itachi asked. “You tried to kill yourself.” He said angrily. “You tried to leave me.”

“You left me first.” Sasuke reminded him. “I told you I couldn't live without you. You think I want to be this pathetically desperate? I don't. Who would?” He brought those angry eyes towards him. “Tell me the truth.”

“The truth?” Itachi asked him. “I don't love you.” He hissed, shoving Sasuke away and getting out of bed. Sasuke flinched as the door slammed behind him.

Sasuke showered and got ready, going to find Itachi as he headed towards the training grounds. He found Itachi in the training room pouring over papers while Deidara and Sasori sparred behind him. “You're very trusting.” He told him, the other not paying any attention to the two behind him. “Where are Hidan and Kakuzu?” He asked, glimpsing at what Itachi was working on.

“Collecting bounties. We don't have the same funds as the Akatsuki does.” Itachi said, voice clipped and full of anger. “Why? Miss your fetish freak?” He asked, and there was no pretending Itachi wasn't pissed at this point.

“No.” Sasuke answered. “Trying to plan. Do you really want me to take Deidara into Konoha?” He asked him. “Or will you go with me?” He made Itachi look at him.

“You can handle yourself, right?” He asked coldly.

“Right.” Sasuke said back, disappointment lighting up his gut. He didn't want to without Itachi. “Aniki?” He asked softly as Itachi went back to ignoring him. “Niisan…” Still nothing. Itachi excelled at the silent treatment. “Do you at least want to go back to bed for the…”

“I'm sure you can amuse yourself.” Itachi interrupted him with. “I'm busy. Another time.” It hurt...it hurt more than he could have imagined it would have. The dismissal. He didn't even know why Itachi was so pissed this time.

“Don't be an asshole Itachi.” He mumbled under his breath, voice filled with that normal rejection. He remembered Itachi's last words to him in the room. “Just come to bed…I don't want to fight and…”

“Otouto.” Itachi interrupted again, voice beyond annoyed as he looked up at him in disgust. “I had you this morning. I”m good.” Sasuke went to hit him only to have his wrist grabbed. “Don't try that again.” His brother warned. “I have things to do, and so do you. Take Deidara and go get your mark.”

“And if I run into Naruto?” He asked, teeth clenched. “Should I recruit him too? I'm pretty sure I could convince him.”

Itachi's eyes were narrowed to slits as they stared at each other. “If I find out you went anywhere near him...even look at him while you're there...I'll make sure you live to regret it.”

“Threats now Aniki?” Sasuke asked, stomach tightening in want with how much he adored this man...even now.

“It's not a threat.” Itachi assured him. Sasuke swallowed in nervousness, not knowing how to handle Itachi when he was this angry. Itachi glared at him, Sasuke standing there in awkwardness. “Anything else?”

Sasuke's chest heaved with pain, hating that he could be dissolved down to this with just a few words. “You're going to let me leave like this? With you angry and me hurt?”

“I thought you were strong?” Itachi asked right back. “Your legs are better, and this is `your' plan after all.” He snapped. “What are you waiting for Sasuke?”

“For you to…” He blushed, looking away, but Itachi was able to read him anyways.

“So now you want me to care about you?” He asked. “So which is it Brightness? You want me to treat you like shit, or do you want me to kiss you good-bye?” Another lesson...of course it was.

“Itachi…” He whispered, feeling beyond self conscious as he didn't know what to say or do. His chest heaved with anxiety, trying to feel Itachi's mood through their bond, feeling completely cut off from his brother. “I'm sorry.” He begged forgiveness, feeling all of eight years old whenever Itachi would get mad at him again. “I know how you feel about me...that it wasn't a lie.” Itachi continued to ignore him, and his stomach ached with the food he had forced down. No, he couldn't do this to him. What if Itachi stopped wanting him? What if he realized that Sasuke wasn't worth it? “Please….” He wasn't above begging, chest heaving in panic. “Please….”

A hand was clapped on his shoulder just as he was about puke all over himself. He turned back to see Sasori, concern on the puppet's stoic face. “I'll go with you to Konoha.” He told him, the hand a reassuring pressure into reality. “It's not fair that Deidara gets you all the time.”

“No.” Itachi said, voice cold and dangerous. “Only Deidara.” Sasuke raised an eyebrow at that, meeting Itachi's eyes, the other daring him to argue.

“Why?” Sasori questioned instead. “Why only him?” Sasori looked over to Deidara. “What kind of stupid arrangement did you get roped into?”

Deidara looked nervous, shrugging with a smirk. “No arrangement. Itachi just knows full well I'd never touch anyone but you.”

“And my loyalties are questioned?” Sasori asked, glaring at his lover.

“I didn't say that, yeah?” Deidara said, laughing. “Sparky you always get me into trouble.” Sasuke couldn't hold it back anymore, his stomach raging against him as bile rose up his throat, dark putrid blood escaping down his chin.

He held a hand over his mouth, looking up to meet Itachi's worried eyes. “Sasuke?” His brother asked, Sasuke's stomach lurching again as he puked more of the blood. Itachi was up in a second, grabbing onto him. “What's wrong? Otouto?”

“Stomach hurts…” He managed, trying not to look at any of them, knowing he was a mess. “I'm fine.” His anxiety surged as he imagined Itachi's cold face again, grabbing onto his thin stomach. He had probably given himself an ulcer.

“You're such an idiot.” Itachi remarked, obviously coming to the same conclusion. “You're going to kill yourself if you keep this up.”

“Fine…” He tried again, an absolute wreck. “I'm sorry Sasori...I didn't mean to cause problems for you and Dei.”

“There's no problems.” Sasori assured him, glaring heatedly at Itachi. “Are you proud of yourself? Are you proud of all that you've done to this kid? We just got him back from the brink of death, and you're making him beg for your attentions? Grow up Itachi.”

“I'll go with you Otouto.” Itachi said, voice strained with anger and guilt. “Let's get you cleaned up first.” If Sasuke didn't feel so terrible he might be embarrassed, as it was, all he could do was nod.

“You'll go with him?” Sasori questioned. “Assuring he comes back even more hurt.”

“He's never gotten hurt when he's been around me.” Itachi reminded him. “That was Deidara.”

“Fuck you Itachi!” Deidara snapped. “Don't you dare blame that bullshit that you brought on him on me, yeah!?” He hissed, and Sasuke had rarely ever heard Deidara that angry.

“Stop.” Sasuke hissed. “You all can just stop.” He shoved Itachi away. “I don't want any of your help. I don't want to hear any of this bullshit about defending me. I'm the one with the Kyuubi! I'm the one that killed Orochimaru!” He glared at them, eyes a fiery red as his teeth grew. “Stop treating me like an invalid!” He growled, chest vibrating as his nails elongated, the chakra straining on his injured body, his bones cracking as they took on the chakra.

“Sasuke…” Itachi said in a warning. “Calm down.” His eyes flooded with the sharingan, meeting Sasuke's as he tried to draw in the power. “You're too hurt. Just calm down.”

“No!” Sasuke growled, the second tail extending, blood oozing from his ears and nose“Don't tell me to be calm. I don't want to be calm.” He wanted to kill, his blood pounding with the thrill of it.

“Shit…” Deidara groaned. “Itachi put the collar on him. He's going to kill himself, yeah?”

“He hates it.” Itachi tried, working to try to get the chakra under control. “He almost died the last two times it was on.”

“I dare you to try.” Sasuke taunted, eyes a bulging red as he cried blood. “Come on Aniki...just try.” He lashed forward then, springing to attack his brother, colliding with him and landing on his hips, biting down hard on his chest, just above his heart. Blood pooled in his mouth, mixing with his own as he ripped, Itachi hissing in pain as he struggled under him, grunting as Sasuke's claws dug into his flesh. Sasuke's teeth clenched, leaving his teeth marks in Itachi as he pulled away, tails wagging above him. “I'm going to get Neji now.” Blood from his chin leaked all over Itachi's face. “Kiss for luck?” He taunted, nails digging into Itachi's hips, finding his claiming mark as he covered his mouth, fucking that mouth hard, sharp teeth cutting Itachi's lips. “I'm not insignificant.”

“You're not.” Itachi agreed, taking it all in. “You're overdoing your chakra though while trying to heal…” Sasuke met those eyes, watching them swirl as he was trapped. “You will calm down and listen...You will come to heel.” He snapped, and the cloak of the kyuubi began to fade, Sasuke coming back to himself, nails withdrawing from Itachi's flesh. He collapsed then, head falling onto the bloody mess that was Itachi's chest as his brother panted below him.

“Fuck…” Deidara whispered. “That was bad...that was very bad.”

“I didn't know he could still lose control like that.” Sasuke heard Sasori murmur, content to lie there on Itachi. He didn't think he could move even if he tried. “Are you alright?” He asked, and Sasuke realized he was talking to Itachi. He supposed they were all on the same team.

“Fine.” Itachi murmured, hissing as he tried to sit up. “Get some bandages.” He panted, shifting Sasuke on top of him, he whined as he could no longer feel the beat of his brother's heart. “I'm bleeding all over the place.”

He heard feet, assuming Deidara went to get the bandages. “Could you control him with all the tails released? If you had to?”

“I doubt anyone could truly control my brother if he put his mind to it.” Itachi said sarcastically, voice laced with pain. Sasuke's hair was warm and sticky by this point, saturated in Itachi's blood as he held him. Itachi pet his bloody head, not seemingly angry at all that Sasuke had just lacerated his flesh. Itachi tilted his head up, meeting Sasuke's eyes. “Are you alright?” Sasuke blinked his agreement, struggling to keep his eyes open. “Can you move?” Sasuke blearily blinked twice, and sighed as his bloody mouth was kissed. “You're such a little asshole sometimes.” He murmured, sighing as Deidara handed him the bandages and he pressed them to his bloody chest. He didn't seem to care at all that Sasori and Deidara were watching as he used more to wipe at Sasuke's messy face. “Why are you always trying to eat me?” He asked tiredly, drained as he sat up, scooping Sasuke into his arms as he winced, blood spraying on the floor.

Deidara whistled as he surveyed the damage. “You know, you're lucky we don't take advantage of the situation...You and Sparky both hurt...weak...vulnerable.” Sasuke could just imagine him reaching for his clay.

“I still have chakra left.” Itachi threatened. “I dare you to try.” He said, carrying Sasuke out. They made their way slowly down the hall, Itachi pushing into his room, laying him on the bed. Sasuke watched through exhausted eyes as Itachi peeled off his ruined shirt, the lacerations torn into his flesh, the claw and teeth marks deep. Itachi looked down at himself, and then glared at Sasuke. “You're lucky I'm fond of you.” He hissed. “And yes, you idiotic brat, I mean that.” He snapped, going to the bathroom and slamming the door behind him. This time...Sasuke believed him...even if he hadn't said the words.

He woke up with his chin bumping against something, groaning in displeasure as wind whipped his face. His mismatched eyes slowly rolled open, flinching as he nearly avoided a tree branch coming towards his face. “Wha?” His legs and arms tightened in fear, hearing Itachi hiss as he did so. Sasuke's breathing quickening, looking around to see they were in the forest. “Where?” He asked, face nestled into Itachi's neck.

“On the way to Konoha. I didn't want to wait anymore.” Last time he had lost control he had been out for a week.

“Are you alright?” Sasuke asked him, seeing all of the bandages beneath the collar of Itachi's shirt. “Aniki I'm so sorry.” He kissed his neck in apology. They sped through the trees as he clung to his brother, smiling when Itachi finally turned his face, meeting his lips in a kiss.

“I'm fine...now we both have scars, don't we?” Itachi asked, hands tightening on his ass. “You're not that scary.”

“Liar.” Sasuke grumbled, but he was relaxed, nuzzling into his neck. “I can walk.” He tried.

“I can carry you.” Itachi assured him, and Sasuke let him put up the bravado. “Do you have a plan on how to win the Hyuuga over?” He asked him.

“Well…” He said, thinking on this a lot. The only connection he had to the Hyuuga clan was Hinata. “I'm going to tell him if he joins us he can kill me when the work is done.” He said, feeling Itachi stiffen as they came to a stop in the trees. Sasuke put his feet down, already anticipating what Itachi might say to this little plan.

Itachi turned slowly. “You're going to leverage the Hyuuga girl's death? The one Deidara made you put out of her misery?” He asked, understanding the plan already. Sasuke nodded to him, waiting for him to call him stupid. “It's a good plan.” Itachi said, and Sasuke fought the urge to let his mouth drop open. “You have to make sure he knows it's after we're done with things. It's going to be tiresome if you're constantly having to beat him into submission. Plus if you have to kill him early it'll be a wasted effort.”

Sasuke nodded. “I didn't think you would approve.” His hands went to Itachi's shirt, drawing it up a little to see the bloody bandages, the stains slices from his claws. “Aniki...I could have killed you.” He leaned in, kissing at the wounds in apology. “I'm sorry I lost control.”

Itachi pushed him back. “You weren't even close to killing me.” He assured him. “We're close to the village...we should split up from here. I have my own recruit.”

Sasuke's eyes narrowed at that, because this had never been part of the plan. “Who?” Itachi was silent, and Sasuke shoved him. “Who?” He growled. Who could Itachi possibly want from Konoha?

Itachi didn't answer, staring at Sasuke with almost annoyance at being pushed. Sasuke almost did it again just to get an answer. “Go get Neji.”

“Go fuck yourself!” Sasuke hissed back with, over the lovesick mood he had woken up in. “Is it Naruto?” He asked, breathing deep to control his chakra. “Are you bringing him with us?” His teeth were pointed, wanting to rip Itachi's neck out.

“Kakashi.” Itachi answered, not even bothering to apparently respond to his other accusation. “He'll be useful.”

Sasuke laughed at that, the sound coming out as more of a psychotic growl. “Good luck there Niisan. Kakashi can't stand us.”

“We have leverage.” Itachi reminded him. “We can tell him about Obito.” Sasuke shut his mouth at that, instantly paling as he remembered already telling Kakashi in one of his fits of depression. “What did you do?” His brother asked, always being able to read him like a book.

“It just….might not be so easy.” Sasuke said nervously, already feeling Itachi's annoyance and ire.

Itachi inhaled deeply, obviously trying to control his anger as he stared at him in disgust. “You want to tell me what else you did besides screwing Naruto and ruining our plans with Kakashi?”

“That's basically the extent of it…” Sasuke murmured, trying to joke. Itachi looked like he wanted to hit him. He did the next best thing he supposed. With a solitary glare of hatred towards him, Itachi hauled off and shoved him out of the tree.

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