Naruto Fan Fiction / Naruto Shippuden Fan Fiction ❯ The Never Played Symphonies ❯ My True Love, You're a Liar ( Chapter 38 )

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The Never Played Symphonies

Chapter 38: My True Love, You're a Liar

Sasuke's hands shook as he struggled with the ice machine, trying to get Itachi water as he boiled the medicine in his soup. They had made it back to the base, and his brother had collapsed face first into the bed, sleeping soundly now. Sasuke had cleaned the blood from his face, covered in it himself after carrying Neji. Itachi had let him...he had let him see him like that because he couldn't do anything about it. Sasuke crouched, one hand holding the counter, the other covering his mouth. A broken sob racked through him, tightening up his still way too thin stomach, traveling all the way through him as he collapsed on the floor. The soup boiled over unnoticed as he stared at the ground, not able to breathe.

“Spark…” Deidara said above him, his voice pained. Sasuke looked up, and just seeing his only friend made the tears pour down his face. Deidara leaned down, and Sasuke lunged, arms wrapping around his neck. He sobbed uncontrollably into his neck as he felt arms wrap around him. “Sshhhhh...Ssshhhh….” He heard him croon. “You're making me uncomfortable.” He said, trying to joke as he rubbed his back.

“Dei…” He said, pulling back. “He's sick. He's so sick...I don't know what to do.” He said, burying his face in his chest again. “He needs me...and I don't know what to do.” He told someone...he had to tell someone. “He hides it really well, but he over exerted himself.”

Deidara exhaled, holding Sasuke close. “Where is he? In your room?” He asked, helping Sasuke to his feet. Sasuke let him wipe at his eyes, not knowing when he had become so familiar with Deidara.

“Why?” He asked, leaning into the touch. “Going to finish him off when he's weak and vulnerable?” He asked, trying to sound threatening, but his voice came out scared.

“No…” Deidara murmured, tilting up Sasuke's chin, and Sasuke's eyes were too blurry to see the look Deidara was giving him, but he assumed it was pity. “You're beautiful...has anyone ever told you that?” He asked, and Sasuke's stomach clenched in surprise, eyebrows knitting as it was opposite of anything he had ever expected to come out of the blond's mouth. Deidara sighed, obviously warring with himself, and Sasuke's heart clenched as lips pressed softly to his cheek. The thing was...the weird thing was...it felt warm when he touched him...good.

Sasuke stared at Deidara questioningly, too many things going through his head to weigh in on what the fuck that was all about. “Do you think Sasori can help him?” He asked, reminding the blond of who he was supposed to be staring at like that.

“I daresay no one can help him.” He said. “But if it were someone it would be me...I have his medicine.”

Sasuke rose an eyebrow at that, eyes starting to dry. “You do?” He asked surprised. Deidara and Itachi couldn't stand each other. Yet, Deidara had been sent to watch him in Konoha. He had always been there. “How do you know about it?” He asked, shoving at Dei. “Who the fuck are you and my brother to each other!?”

“You're an idiot,” Deidara said. “I kiss you, and that's all you can say to me!”

“If you call that a kiss…” Sasuke hissed. “But hey, you're used to getting wood up your ass, so what would you know!” He yelled. “Who are you?”

“I'll ignore that spiteful tongue given the fact that your brother is about to keel over, yeah?” He asked. “But I don't have to explain anything to you...So stop being so goddamn bossy, and come on.” He hissed at him, grabbing Sasuke's arm and dragging him towards the bedroom.

Sasuke was pushed through the door, glaring at Deidara as he was. He was distracted, however, when he saw Itachi lying on the bed, breathing beyond labored, chest falling up and down rapidly as he struggled to breathe. “Aniki!” He rushed over, propping up his head. “Breathe...It's okay just breathe…” He told him worriedly. Itachi's eyes snapped open, meeting his but not seeing him in his pain. Sasuke wiped at the blood that spewed from his lips, turning to Deidara as he watched. “Do something!”

Deidara pulled a syringe from his pocket, looking down at Itachi. “You're late on this...you know this always happens when you're late on it, but no...you had to go fight the Akatsuki.” He told him, and Sasuke looked at the glowing blue medicine.

“What is it?” He asked, mentally tucking away the fact Deidara has clearly done this several times in the past for his brother. He stepped forward, Itachi making a sick gurgling sound before Deidara stabbed the needle down into his lungs, pushing on the plunger. Itachi's back bowed, and then he stilled, collapsing back on the bed.

Sasuke let out a sigh of relief, leaning over Itachi, kissing his forehead and laying his own against it. “It's okay...it's going to be okay now.” He said, smoothing his hair off his forehead as Itachi's breathing normalled out. He pulled back, his brother's eyes closed. Thankfully his breathing had leveled out in sleep. He kissed those bloody lips, feeling like he was dying himself as he turned to Deidara. “Start explaining. Now.” He hissed, cradling Itachi's head in his lap to keep it propped up. “How long have you been treating him?”

Deidara met Sasuke's eyes, obviously debating with himself, before he sighed and sat down next to the bed. “7 years...as long as I've known him.”

“What?” He asked, surprise radiating through his body, trying to process it. “That isn't possible...I'm the one that made him sick,” He told him...he had fried his lungs.

Deidara laughed darkly at that. “When are you ever going to learn to stop listening to Itachi, yeah?” He asked. “Itachi's had this disease all of his life. He was born with it. It's gotten worse with the years, but he came to my clan for treatment. Something to heal him...It's where he found me actually.” He hesitated. “He saved me...not that I would ever admit it to that bastard,” He sneered, eyes focused on Itachi. “I don't think anything you did helped his lungs, but this was the inevitable conclusion either way. He should have died years ago...the medicine keeps him stable.”

“He doesn't seem stable.” Sasuke whispered, trying not to think about the fact that Itachi had kept this from him his entire life. “How do I know you're not lying to me?”

“Because I'm so sick of lying to you Sparky,” Deidara said, sounding exhausted at just the thought. “You have no idea the things put into place...all the times he made me watch you,” He murmured. “You were a sweet kid. Do you ever think about how you're not anymore?” He asked. “Ever wonder why that might be?”

“Ah Dei…” Sasuke mused, “You trying to imply I'm not sweet?” He asked him, but he wracked his brain to try to make sense of the implication. “Are you telling me you've been watching me since I was 11?”

“Yes,” Deidara told him without hesitation. “He's been sick...I've been watching. There's a world completely under your nose.” He got up, ruffling his spikes. “He'll be better when he wakes up. Just make sure he doesn't know what I just told you.”

Sasuke sighed, kissing Itachi's brow as Deidara left. He felt exhausted from the trip...from the emotional torment Itachi's secrets caused...from his brother being so sick. “What did you do?” He asked him, the other sleeping out his exhaustion. He couldn't hate him...not for the lies and deceit...how could he hate him? He adjusted Itachi on the pillow, slipping out of bed as he wasn't angry at him, but he couldn't play nursemaid just yet. Not as his mind replayed every word Deidara had spoken to him.

Sasuke walked towards the weaponry, mind brimming with thoughts. Sasori had told him Deidara's backstory...had told him how Itachi had saved him. Leave it to be Itachi to have a watch dog on him all his life. Leave it to Itachi to let him think he had killed him. Sasuke grabbed a serrated blade, heading towards the prison cell, mind dark. His eyes took in the bloody teen sitting in the chair, bound to it and staring at him with absolute loathing. He had tied him up when they got back, too concerned with Itachi to address the fact that they had found him wandering around in the woods. “Neji…” He greeted, one eye red with the sharingan and the other red with the fox...he was perhaps madder than he thought.

Neji watched him, those pale white eyes focused. “Are you going to untie me?” He asked. “Or are you still somehow thinking I'm a spy?”

“You are a spy no doubt,” Sasuke assured him, circling the chair. “But for who?” He leaned down, lips against his ear. He placed the serrated blade at his neck. “What's to stop me from opening your throat and drenching you in even more blood? You've self confessed to wanting to kill Itachi and I...to hating us.”

Neji smiled sardonically. “You've got it all figured out, don't you Uchiha?” He mocked. “I'm spying for Obito to kill you and Itachi...Brilliant. I'd clap if I had any hands left.”

“Why did he let you go?” Sasuke questioned, ignoring the sarcasm. “It was a little convenient, don't you think?” He asked, dragging the blade lightly across his flesh. “Obito plays the best sorts of games.”

“I told you I wasn't working for him. Itachi burnt off half of his face, and I escaped mid torture.” Neji tried to explain as Sasuke came around to the front. He stared into those white eyes, wanting to stab them out with his knife. “Your jealousy is insane...I'm only doing what Itachi bid me to do!”

“And what the village bid you to do...don't forget that's who you're actually working for,” He reminded him. “What did Obito send you back for?” He asked, trailing the knife slowly up Neji's torso.

“Nothing!” Neji stressed. “You don't scare me Sasuke...I know you're all bark and no bite.” He watched him. “Obito told me about what Kabuto and Orochimaru did to you...how you did nothing.”

Sasuke's chakra flared, anger filling him as Neji spoke about that time. He lunged forward, straddling his lap, knife pressed right below those hateful blank eyes. “I killed them...did he tell you that? I killed one of the great Sannin and didn't blink an eye.” He hissed, a tail of chakra growing behind him.

“Everyone's real impressed,” Neji mocked cruelly. “You're pretty good at this position, huh? Riding someone's lap?”

Sasuke grinned at him, before hauling back and punching him hard enough to send his neck cracking to the side and blood spraying against the wall. “So mouthy…” He drew his face back with the blade, slicing along his cheek as he did so. “What do we say we cut out that tongue?” He asked. “See how mouthy you are then…”

Neji glared up at him. “I'm not spying for Obito...I have no doubt that was his plan, but I'm not. I know you're angry and scared Sasuke, but look at yourself.” He hissed, gritting his teeth as Sasuke sliced his other cheek. “This is about Itachi...not me.” He told him. “I saw him. I saw the blood.”

Sasuke's heart raced. If he had seen...if he had seen that meant that he would tell Obito. He could expose them...expose Itachi's weakness. “You shouldn't have seen that,” He told him, eye swirling. “I'll rip it out of you before I gut you.”

Arms wrapped around his waist, yanking him back and off that lap. He struggled in those arms, quieting as he saw Itachi's furious face. “Itachi let me gahhhh..” He was shut up as a furious hand covered his mouth.

“Pretend for one second that you know how to listen, and be quiet!” He hissed at him, hand clamped around his mouth. He used his other to lash out, grabbing Neji's neck and squeezing. His eyes swirled with the mangekyou. “Speak!” He hissed. “What did Obito tell you to do?”

“Kill Sasuke…” He said, drawn into Itachi's eyes and manipulations. “A trap for when he tried to kill me,” He told him. “He knew Sasuke wouldn't trust me coming back...Wouldn't let it slide.”

“It's good to know everyone knows of my Otouto's stupidity besides him.” Itachi hissed, hand still clamped tight over Sasuke's mouth. “What else?” He asked, Itachi's voice livid. “What else!?” He demanded, actually yelling and making Sasuke flinch in his arms.

Neji looked up, terror in eyes. “He's coming for you...Kakashi was killed with trap in his eye, imagine what he's going to do to you,” He told him. “If only he knew you were already dead...you can take out the trap...can't you?” He asked.

“I could,” Itachi assured him. “But I won't. You weren't even adequate as a spy….and my brother is stupid enough to fall right into the trap.” He growled, turning Sasuke's face to his so he could see his fury. “Do you have any idea what I'm going to do to you when I get you alone?” He hissed in warning, and Sasuke, for his part, had no idea why he was so angry.

“You're going to kill me then?” Neji asked. “Go ahead Itachi, prove that they're all right about you in the village. Prove that you're nothing but a cold blooded murderer who fucks his own brother!” He yelled at him.

“Such bating,” Itachi snarled. “You were lying about your target. It wasn't Sasuke, was it?” He asked. “Obito's a coward. Sending someone else to do what he's too scared to.” He pulled Sasuke backwards. “Let you stew in your frustration until I can figure out what to do with you.”

Sasuke complied as Itachi pulled him out, grunting as he was slammed against the wall right outside the door. “Have any good chats lately Otouto?” Oh...shit.

“Itachi I…” He tried, crying out as his head was grabbed and slammed back hard into the wall, pain exploding through his vision.

“I'm going to kill Deidara...I don't care how much it will hurt you,” He hissed, slamming his head again. “You idiot child!” He yelled at him, punching him hard in the gut, and slamming him back against the wall as Sasuke went to double over. “If I had wanted you to know I would have told you! If I wanted you near Neji I would have told you! Why do you never listen!?” He yelled. “I should have let you die,” He hissed. “Don't come to our bed….not now...not until I can stand you again. Revel in the fact that you know all your secrets you dumb fuck!” He yelled, tossing him to the ground.

Sasuke groaned in pain, hand grabbing for his bleeding head, watching Itachi walk away from him. He knew now wouldn't be the time to ask him about his disease...or whatever had just happened with Neji. His brother needed space, and Sasuke had always become cowed in the face of Itachi's anger. Yet he never followed his own advice.

He stayed pressed on the ground, recovering as his eye glowed green, picking himself up as he headed towards their bedroom. Fuck Itachi for trying to keep him out. He pushed in, Itachi shirtless, just out of the shower. “You do not get to just do that...We have to talk about this.” He demanded, not angry before, but he was angry now.

Itachi glowered at him. “You do not want to start this with me now Sasuke...You won't like it,” He assured him, drying his hair. “I'll shred your existence and won't think twice, because that's how angry I am at you. Leave,” He demanded.

“Fuck you. You lie to me about your lungs...You have Dei watch me my entire life…” He tried, but Itachi was on him in an instant, throwing him onto the bed by his neck, covering him as he glared down at him with those treacherous eyes.

“Oh Dei...Such endearment when you speak those words,” He said cruelly, squeezing his neck. “Somehow you got him under your thumb...funny how you manage that with annoying blonds.” Itachi squeezed harder, and Sasuke coughed, trying to push him away. “Wait until I tell Sasori that his little lover wants to fuck you.” Itachi's eyes were dark, cruel. He hadn't seen him like this in a long time. “Did you fuck him?” He asked, jealousy clouding his voice. “Did you?” He asked as Sasuke struggled underneath him. “Did you!?” He screamed in his face.

Sasuke shook his head, pawing at the other's face as his vision started to blacken. “Tach...Ta….Itachi!” He managed to husk, and his brother let up on his neck. Sasuke turned, coughing and trying to suck in air. “W-what are you talking about?” He asked him, voice hoarse.

“I felt it!” Itachi yelled at him. “I felt the way your heart fluttered...the way it pulsed...not for me,” He hissed.

“Only for you!” Sasuke croaked. “Only ever for you!” He yelled at him, gasping when Itachi grabbed at his waistband, yanking off his pants so hard buttons flew everywhere. He lifted himself up as he ripped them off his legs, throwing them across the room. “Itachi!” Sasuke said, trying to back up as Itachi worked on his own pants. “S-stop!”

“Deidara who I trusted with you! Who I trusted!” He yelled. “Both of your treacherous liars!” He yelled at him, ripping Sasuke's legs open. “You going to tell me no again Otouto!?” He asked, yanking his hips towards him, Itachi placed his erection at his unprepped entrance. “Go ahead...tell me you don't want this.”

Sasuke's eyes searched Itachi's frantically, heart pounding against his chest. “Of course I want you,” He said, trying to calm him down, hands going to his brother's hip, rubbing the scar there in affection. “Aniki...Of course I want you.” He said, and hissed when he was impaled on his cock.

Pain lashed through him, legs tightening around Itachi as he shut his eyes. He wasn't prepped, and god when was the last time they had done this? He hissed, nails digging into Itachi's hip when he pulled back, thrusting all the way back in as he slammed him into the bed. Sasuke held him, eyes closed with the pain as he took him. That cock pounded in and out as Sasuke struggled to hold on.

“You're mine...I don't care what he tells you.” Itachi hissed dangerously. “I don't care how weak you think I am! You're mine Sasuke! I'm never giving you up...not to him!” Sasuke nodded, trying to angle his hips to get Itachi to slide in better.

“Slower..slow…” He lifted his hips, gritting through the pain as he grabbed Itachi's hair, getting angry as he yanked his head to look at him. “Slow down...I want to enjoy it,” He demanded, lifting his hips up and down to angle Itachi, groaning as he hit his prostate. His cock began to harden between them, pulling Itachi's lips to his own.

Itachi ate at his mouth roughly, forcing Sasuke's hips down as his tongue pushed in his mouth. Sasuke kissed him back, trying to get the other to calm down, tongue dragging along Itachi's, the thrusts slowing as Sasuke moaned into that mouth as they rolled in the bed, Sasuke winding up on top. He rose his hips up and down, still kissing Itachi as he rode him.

He pulled back, watching those furious eyes. “I'm yours…” He assured him. “You fucking know I'm yours.” He said, letting Itachi lead him, moving him slow up and down. “There's no one else..there's only you,” He promised, hand digging into Itachi's hips, crying out as he was slammed onto his cock. “Itachi!” He screamed, back arching.

Itachi sat up, arms wrapping around Sasuke's back, kissing him almost desperately. His hands gripped his ass as he took him slowly, so deep it was making him lose his mind. He hugged Itachi tight, letting him know he was there, pouring his devotion through their bond, through the damn ring. “I'm here...right here....I don't care that you're sick,” He whispered into his ear. “I won't leave...I won't.”

Sasuke groaned as he was kissed again, Itachi moving almost impossibly slow inside of him. “Brightness…” He said, laying his head on his chest, and Sasuke felt him shake. “Don't ask him anymore questions...I beg you...It's the last thing I'll ever ask of you.” Itachi's voice shook, and Sasuke heard true pain. “It wasn't always like this between us, was it? I didn't need you this much...I can't live without you.”

He nodded, giving Itachi whatever he wanted, not wanting to feel that pain between them again. “Tell me you love me…” He requested, having only ever heard it that once.

“I fucking adore you,” Itachi said back, no hesitation at all as he flipped them around yet again, kissing the response from his lips as he sped up the pace. Sasuke's eyes rolled to the back of his head, pleasure pooling in him. Itachi hit that spot inside of him every time, and he couldn't stop himself from spilling over the edge, feeling Itachi cum inside him. Warmth pooled in his belly as he kissed him lazily, pleasure still making him calm, compliant. Itachi pulled back, watching him as he pet Sasuke's sweat soaked spikes. “How's your head?” He kissed it almost apologetically. “Forgive me Sasuke…” He whispered. “I should have never taken you like that,” He told him, kissing him softly.

Sasuke smiled into the soft kiss, forgiving Itachi instantly. “It's okay...It was fine…” He sighed as he was kissed again. “I'm not mad...I'm not cheating on you...and with Dei?” He asked, kissing Itachi's cheek. “Don't be stupid.”

Itachi huffed against his neck, before rolling off him, staring up at the ceiling. “What you saw earlier...I don't want you to worry. I didn't tell you because I knew you'd react poorly,” He told him, glancing over at him. He exhaled, rubbing the bridge of his nose in exhaustion. “I'm sorry…” He replied again, and Sasuke was beyond surprised at the sound of his guilt.

“We've had rough sex before Itachi,” Sasuke reminded him, rolling close to lay on his shoulder.

“Not since you got hurt,” He said, eyes far away, but he pulled Sasuke closer, arms wrapping around him.

Sasuke sighed, laying on his chest, too exhausted to look up. “I wanted all of that Itachi...I would have let you know if I didn't,” He informed him. “You never raped me once in your life Itachi,” He said sleepily. “What was all that with Neji? What are we going to do with him?” He asked, smiling as fingers trailed up his spine. “I wanted to kill him,” He admitted, yawning.

Itachi's chest shook with laughter. “Yes...if he could only see my blood thirsty Otouto now curled up and yawning,” He teased him, kissing the top of his head again. “I'll dispose of him tomorrow,” He answered. “You're not to go near him...not after Obito's schemes last time.”

Sasuke rolled his eyes, but let it go. He didn't want another argument. “The medicine...Will it eventually make you better?”

Itachi was silent for awhile, just stroking along his back. “No. It just...sustains me,” He finally admitted. “You saw what happens when I miss a dose.”

Sasuke did drag his head up then, chin resting on Itachi's chest. “Then we make sure you don't miss a dose...not ever,” He told him, kissing him softly. “I won't lose you to something like this. It isn't fair.”

“Life isn't fair Brightness…” Itachi whispered. “You know that by now.” He pushed himself up on his elbows. “I'll die from this...or be killed earlier. Either way you'll live beyond me...I assured that,” He told him, thumb rubbing over Sasuke's green eye. He exhaled, laying back down and placing an arm under his head. “I deserve it...I assure you.”

Sasuke frowned, that same guilt was back in Itachi's voice. “Itachi...what the hell did you do? Just tell me...I'll forgive you.”

“Truly you won't,” Itachi assured him, not looking at him. “Just don't ask me...let me enjoy you for whatever time I have left.”

Sasuke rolled his eyes, pulling away from those arms. “You can't help yourself, can you?” He asked him. “I try so hard with you, and you really cannot help your masochistic tendencies.” He rubbed his injured head, headache coming on full force. “So you did something...and Dei knows...something to do with me.” He exhaled. “Will it end us?” He asked him, trying to remain calm.

“If you were smart,” Itachi said. “But I've told you that plenty of times.”

“Yeah!?” Sasuke snapped. “And you also just spread me open, fucked my brains out, and told me I could never leave you,” He reminded him, rubbing his temples. “You're impossible,” He reiterated, slumping back down and turning away from Itachi. “I don't want to talk any more about this...not tonight. I'm too tired.”

Itachi sighed, laying behind him and pulling him close. “I don't want to hurt you anymore.” But he always did, didn't he?

“I know Aniki…” He said, exhausted, entwining their hands as they fell asleep.

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Three Years Ago

Sasuke glowered at his captor, hands bound in front of him in the bed of whatever hellhole he had woken up in. It had happened again...another blackout. He never knew when they would happen, or why...but seeing who was sitting in front of him it wasn't all that surprising. Itachi had patiently let him scream for the last hour, as if he were used to it, as if he had done this many times before. The bastard probably had. “Why are you doing this?” He asked his brother, only to hear a pained sigh.

“You asked me that everytime Sasuke, and every time I tell you that it doesn't matter if I explain. You won't remember anyways,” He told him, looking almost annoyed at having to explain that.

“How many times have you done this?” Sasuke hissed, twisting his wrists to try to get out of the bind, but he knew it wouldn't do any good. Itachi was beyond a freak when it came to tying knots even as a child. “Itachi.” He growled. “How many times have you done this to me?” He hissed, wrists bleeding as he struggled.

“Don't do that…” Itachi murmured, annoyed. “You'll cut yourself.” He reached out then, grabbing Sasuke's wrists to stop him. “You can't wake up looking like you were tied up...not that I don't know you like that sort of thing,” He taunted, and Sasuke felt his stomach turn.

“What does that mean?” He asked, voice full of wistful dread. “Did you do something to me while I was….” He never got to finish as Itachi backhanded him hard enough to send him across the bed.

“I don't have to tell you anything you fucking brat.” Itachi hissed, and Sasuke spat blood onto the sheets. “You're nearly ready,” He laughed cruelly. “I can't wait...after all this...after all of these years of your annoying questions...of you resisting me...of having to draw every last painstaking thought from your mind...using it against you.” Itachi laughed then, the sound cruel enough to make Sasuke flinch as he slowly looked up.He was no longer fighting the bonds, too terrified to do anything. “Oh...don't give me that look,” Itachi mocked, crawling on the bed. “You won't ever know it was all a plan...all a lie. You'll think there's a connection between us,” He whispered cruelly. “You'll wonder how I could possibly know exactly where to touch you...exactly what to say to you to get you to doubt yourself.” Itachi bit his lip, obviously enjoying himself. “You'll wonder how you could ever fall so deep in love...and then you'll slowly give yourself to me. You'll become mine, and that last tricky part that I can't manage to rip out of you, well...I won't have to anymore.”

A tear slipped down Sasuke's cheek at those words, hearing true hate in Itachi's voice, pure loathing. “Why?” He asked, voice barely there. “Why?” He said a little more audible, anger coursing through him. “Why would you do something like that to me?”

“Because you're less than me Sasuke.” Itachi told him. “You're slower, you're weaker...you've never tried for anything in your life and yet you've been handed everything. Our parents' love...perfect health. You are weaker than me Sasuke and I should not want to be you! I should not want you the way that I do!” Itachi's face twisted, and he reached out, cupping Sasuke's face. “But that was before,” He told him, nodding to himself. “That was before I defiled you.” His eyes grew wide, forehead pressed against Sasuke's. “If they only knew what I did to you without barely even touching you yet...their perfect child,” Itachi exhaled, calming down, nuzzling their noses together. “I even fell under your spell...not this version of you...I ripped the one I loved apart.” He kissed him, and a shutter of revulsion traveled down his spine, turning his face away. Itachi turned it back, those red eyes cruel. “In a few hours I'm going to pretend to capture that Kyuubi...and instead I'm going to fuck you.” He grinned. “And you're going to like it,” He assured him, Sasuke struggling by this point as Itachi grabbed him close. “And I'm going to let you remember this time.”

Sasuke froze in those arms, breath hitching in his chest, heart stopping as he pulled back to look at Itachi. “This time?” He asked, seeing that cruel grin.

“Don't worry pet...you always asked for it,” He assured him at seeing his face. He leaned in, mockingly kissing away his tears. “Then again...I could tell you anything, couldn't I? You would never know what was real. Is this real Sasuke? Or am I just telling you this to scare you?” He tilt his head back to look at him. “How would you ever know, my beautiful Otouto?” He asked, and Sasuke tried to push him back with his bound hands. “This is all your fault. You have forced me to do all of this.”

“I didn't force you to do anything you psychopath!” Sasuke yelled, body stiff as Itachi held him. “I won't let you touch me,” He said, and flinched as Itachi's laugh.

“Oh Sasuke...my dear little brother,” He murmured, ruffling his hair. “You always let me touch you…”

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Sasuke's eyes slowly opened as his hand stretched out in the cold bed, not finding Itachi. He had to have been gone for hours by the feel of it. He sighed, not wanting to think of what Deidara had said, of whatever it was Itachi was hiding. He forced himself out of the cold bed. He pulled on one of Itachi's shirts, just in boxers besides that as he padded down the hallway, stopping just outside the room with Neji. ...He knew his brother wanted him nowhere close to Neji, and yet he hadn't gotten to thoroughly question him before. It wasn't clear, what Obito had sent him to do.

He exhaled, hand tightening on the doorknob as he slid it open. His eyes widened when he took in the sight, stomach dropping out as his eye flooded with the sharingan. “How'd you get in?” Because Neji wasn't in the chair...Obito was.

“Little Uchiha...It's been awhile.” He crossed his legs. His face covered in bandages, but his eye was sneering and cruel. “Itachi left an hour ago to catch up with Neji...Do you think he knew about the tracking device I put under his skin?” He asked. “Do you think he knew that Neji was supposed to run off the entire time and leave you to me?”

Sasuke sneered as he added everything up in his head. “This the part where you have me raped and tortured again? Because we've already played that game, and I wasn't much of a fan.”

Obito laughed at that, the high pitched cackle making Sasuke flinch. There was insanity in his eyes, and it was obvious he was beyond hurting. “Me? You think that was my plan? Well...it was,” He admitted, tilting his head. “I was supposed to do the torturing, not Orochimaru, but I didn't feel like following through with the plan.”

Sasuke knew he should leave. He knew he should go find Itachi right now, because whatever this was...it was going to break him. Obito excelled at that. “What are you talking about?” He asked, even though he knew he shouldn't. He should kill him. He could kill him.

“You're such a stupid boy,” Obito bit out cruelly. “The defiling things you've let him do to you, and you never stopped to ask yourself why?” He hissed. “Did you think he did any of this for you? The eye...the Kyuubi...Did you think it was for you?” He rolled his eyes. “Surely you did, because you're gullible and pliable...and fuckable I suppose,” He murmured. “But who knows who would ever want to put their dick in you. I got Neji to give us some alone time, because I want you to know exactly who the person you love is.”

“I know everything Itachi has done to me,” Sasuke hissed. “All the manipulations.” He was met with even more biting laughter, and Sasuke noticed blood staining the facial bandages.

“You don't even know half.” Obito's teeth were stark white compared to the bloody bandages as he clenched his teeth. “I'm going to tell you though, because it is the greatest revenge for what he did to Kakashi. For you to I suppose, not that I give a fuck about you.”

“I don't want to hear your lies,” Sasuke growled, eye switching to the Kyuubi as his teeth grew. “You're on death's door...allow me to help you through it.”

Obito laughed again. “He planned it all you know...right down to the minute detail. He's a genius,” He credited, and Sasuke hesitated with the attack. “Do you remember your blackouts? They've plagued you since you were 12, correct?”

Sasuke got very still, never telling a single soul about them. Not even Itachi. Cold dread started to trickle down his spine as he watched Obito, and he knew he should run from this. He shouldn't listen. “You know about them? How?”

“Because Itachi did them. He thought I didn't know, but I had him followed of course. He used to visit you all the time. He'd drug you...and...well...touch you.”

“You're lying!” Sasuke hissed, chakra flaring around him as fear coated his insides like a cancer.

“I'm really not. He didn't just fuck you though...and oh yes Sasuke, he fucked you….He did something far worse.” Obito motioned to the ring on Sasuke's finger. “You wear that as a token of endearment, do you not? Foolish Sasuke...He gave it to you when you vulnerable...when you had admitted to loving every part of him, correct?” He asked, not bothering to wait for a response. “That's the last wedge he needed...He couldn't obtain it back in your village. He couldn't take the last part of you. He had to make his move. He had to make you love him to give it all to him.”

“W-what?” Sasuke asked hesitantly, trying to remember this was the man that had him raped.

“Your soul of course. He's been splitting it for years, making room...slowly hollowing you out. Didn't you ever wonder how you were able to take the Kyuubi at your age? Didn't you ever think to wonder why you've stopped caring about killing...about death...about anything but him?” Sasuke felt sick, heart racing a million miles an hour. “He's defiled you in every sense of the word. He's taken bit by bit until you were exactly what he wanted. He's made you repulsive...less than human, and all for a very specific purpose.” Obito laughed at the look on Sasuke's face. “He's dying. His body is almost through...decaying from the inside out. Kept alive by a medicine that is no longer working. He can't get better. He can't survive this no matter how strong he is. He's known this for years. It was never about taking your eyes Sasuke,” He said knowingly.

It was like someone turned the noise off in the room. Sasuke felt his insides hollow out, melt...dissolve. He tried to remember that Obito lied...he manipulated. He destroyed. But how had he known about the blackouts? “You'd say anything to turn me against him.”

“Sai...that was meant to break you….But it didn't work.” Obito listed on his fingers. “Than there was Naruto...bringing him into the compound knowing you would let him out. Having his own partner stab his little lover.” Obito gave a look of mock sympathy as Sasuke gripped the banister, almost collapsing. “And you didn't break...you forgave him. So he enlisted my help...to take you and torture you. Imagine his surprise when I gave you to Orochimaru instead…” He rose an eyebrow appreciatively. “I don't think I'd ever seen him show true emotion until that day. He actually cried for you. Him...not the facade he shows everyone.” Obito glanced down at the ring. “And even after all of that...you took him back. You put on a ring that drains your soul...You helped him kill you faster.” He pretended to examine his nails. “If it's any consolation...I think he does truly care for you now, after all he could have finished it months ago...yet he nursed you back to health. He went against me...truly went against me.”

The ring...Itachi hadn't wanted him to ever take it off. He had insisted on it...threatened pain. His mind was on overload as everything Obito said ran through his head. It couldn't be possible, not even for Itachi. No one could do this. No one `would' do this. “He loves me.” Sasuke said, realizing how broken his voice sounded. Itachi had loved him since they were kids in Konoha. He had killed for him. He had given up so much for him. ...He had hurt him...over and over. He had stripped away every last bit of him. He had given him the power of immortality...of unlimited strength. ...He had given himself those things. Itachi didn't love him...he loathed him.

Chakra exploded in the room, coating Sasuke completely as he took it in, feeling his face elongate as his skin peeled. He let it. He let the Kyuubi take his pain...his anguish...his sorrow. He let him take the last part of him that felt human. Six tails emerged as he was blanketed in the blanket of quiet, of chaos...of death. Wasn't it all the same? He'd wreak havoc...he'd kill...and when it was all over, he would find his brother, and he would learn once and for all the truth even if he had to eat out Itachi's heart to get to it. ...At least then he would have it.

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