Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Brother's Can't Be Trusted ❯ New Scars and Old Pains ( Chapter 48 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

For a long time it was as if he couldn't feel anything at all. His mine and body had gone numb thanks to the drug, but after awhile he did recognize some things. Very faintly Itachi could make out the soft rocking of the car he was probably in and the traffic just outside. It seemed like he had been asleep for ages, but it had only been a few hours. But that was plenty of time to reach Fugaku's destination. Itachi could make out the sound of pedestrians walking the streets when the car finally jerked to a stop. Another moan emitted from him as the floating feeling of being lifted up returned to him. Whether he was really asleep or just couldn't open his eyes, he had been overwhelmed with cold sensation of fear.

That feeling had only been mental. A real chill had rushed over him as two careless hands fumbled with his clothing. Even the cold clasp of metal against his wrist had registered to the teen, yet it was not enough for him to overcome the tiredness. "Wake up sleeping beauty..." He heard a low and lustful voice whisper to him. Itachi could all but help from shudder as he knew he was once again left alone with this man. To him, this was hell and it would leave him eternally scarred. "Come on Itachi..." The man cooed again, gently caressing the male's cheek with his palm. "We can't have any fun while you are sleeping now can we?" He replied mockingly. Itachi could already imagine his father's evil glare as he laughed over his misfortune.

Finally coming to, Itachi dreadfully forced his lids to rise. He knew he would not be bless by fate enough to have stayed in a never ending sleep. At least then he wouldn’t' be able to feel all the horrible things that were going to be done to him. His fearful yet malicious crimson eyes met his father's and he frowned warily. He wanted to kill this man so badly, but he could already tell he couldn't. His gaze left his father for only a moment as he titled his head up and stared at the rough, silver metal clamped tightly around his wrist and a small chain wrapped around the bed post. He had somehow missed when his father had tied both his legs to separate bed poles. He found his position so humiliating, seeing as how he had been ripped of all his clothing and forced to lay before his father as if he were inviting him to a buffet.

Itachi jerked his head to the side as soon as his father's palm brushed against his cheek again. "Don't be like that Itachi. You should be grateful I even want you after what you have done to your body. But I am a fair man and do not through away all trash." He said with a sly smirk. If only he wasn't tied down, Itachi would have kicked his father right in the face. "After all, everything is worth something. You just need a little cleaning." Itachi watched with hard eyes as his father got up from the side of the bed and retreated into the small bathroom at the side of the room.

This gave the teen a chance to examine his surroundings. By the looks of it, he was in a hotel room. They were obviously pretty far away from Konoha since it had taken so long to drive here. Itachi's eyes suddenly widened in realization. "Where's Sasuke?!" He yelled out when his father returned with a small bowl and wash cloth in had. His face went pale as Fugaku suddenly grinned widely.

"Missing your brother already Itachi? I thought you didn't wanted him to know about 'us'." Itachi growled angrily at this. There was no 'us', he wanted to say, but that would only earn him a thorough beating. "Well you have nothing to worry about yet Itachi, he is still safe and sound in his little beach house." Fugaku couldn't help but chuckle a little after seeing Itachi's look of complete horror and sorrow. "I'll be sure to bring him over after we have a little fun of our own. Who knows, if you are cooperative, I might just spare him a demonstration." As if it really mattered. Itachi was trapped either way. He couldn't trust Fugaku's words. The last thing he wanted was for Sasuke to experience or even see the cruel things his father did to him.

Fugaku approached the bed and carefully set the bowl of steaming water on the night stand. Itachi hissed quickly as the scorching, damp cloth was applied to his naked flesh. His father only grinned more as he roughly rubbed away at the invisible dirt he had imagined was left there since all of Itachi's other encounters. His eyes were completely trapped on Itachi's expression, every wince had only pleased the man. "Calm down Itachi, just think of it as a sponge bath..." He advised, scrapping away at Itachi's clean flesh relentlessly. He didn't leave any spot of unclean skin until it glowed bright pink or red from the intensity of his cleaning. So far it was only uncomfortable, so Itachi told himself he could bare it.

But he felt sick to his stomach whenever his father 'mistakably' rubbed or tweaked a perk nipple or caressed his stomach. He had thought the cleansing was nearly done, but he had forgotten the most important part of this ritual. His cheek flushed red with anger and embarrassment as the cloth was rubbed along his inner thighs. He thrust his hips to the side as soon as his father's hand brushed over his member. "You're not going anywhere Itachi, so you might as well accept it." His father said coldly as he settled more onto the bed. His face lit up with excitement and his smirk widened as he started to rub more frequently over the sensitive skin of Itachi's crotch.

That too had all seemed bearable to Itachi. But suddenly without any warning, the male gaped out in a silent scream. His lips parted but no sounds escaped. He jerked against his bonds and finally whimpered as the hot cloth pushed a little further into his so called tainted entrance. He didn't like the idea that his father actually believed he could erase everything by simply scrubbing off all his skin. "Stop it!" He hissed as his father pressed a second finger behind the cloth. His plea was ignored as his father proceeded with the cleaning until his opening was sore and a tender pink. He actually believed the treatment for today was nearly over. Maybe his father would give him a break.

No such luck.

"I don't think you have quite learned your lesson yet." His father replied. He quickly put away the cloth and bowl but returned with something else. Itachi wished for another sponge bath. He hadn't been given the time to object before a thick, round plug was shoved up his entrance. Immediately Itachi cried out in pain. His father had not even bothered to be kind or slow about it. In fact he took pleasure in all of Itachi's screams. "What's wrong Itachi?" He asked in a sweet voice as he pushed the plug a little deeper into his son's body. He cried out again, small droplets forming at the corn of his eyes. "I thought you liked being hurt Itachi. I thought you liked having someone else's dick shoved up your ass you little whore!" Fugaku screamed out.

Itachi tried all the more to pull against his bonds. He tugged and fidgeted like crazy, uncaring that his wrist and ankles were raw and red from struggle. Anything would be better than this feeling of being torn in two without so much as a blink or look of concern from his captor. "Take it out!" He yelled, his eyes squeezing tightly together as his father only pushed the thing further into him. "Please!" He begged out, knowing that in the past this had worked for him.

Fugaku smiled wildly. "Aww, so now you want my help? Well it is too late Itachi. How does it feel? Does it feel good? Does this turn you on?" He asked mockingly, shoving the plug until he was sure it was causing some serious damage. "What's the matter Itachi? I thought this is what you wanted; to be screwed hard and fast." Itachi shook his head repeatedly. Fresh tears streamed down his face as he constantly tried to give himself some comfort by throwing up his hips. "Beg for me Itachi...I want you to want, no to need, only me. I'm the only one who can satisfy you." Fugaku ordered. But when his son shook his head in response, he only slapped the boy across the face. "Do it!"

"Go burn in hell!" Itachi cried out at the top of his lungs. Such an out burst had only earned him a harsh punch in the face to shut up his crying.

"You'll do what I tell you boy! If I want to screw your brains out, you bend over and take it like the whore you are! Now when I say beg, you better well start pleading for your meaningless life!" Fugaku hollered. His patience was quickly being used up. He had already waited years in jail, so he saw no reason why he had to wait any longer. Against his wishes, his son had reminded quite still. Itachi had bit clean into his lip to keep himself from staying a word that would give his father the gratification he wanted. "Alright then, be an idiot! I'll make you scream for me! But you are going to regret ever disobeying me!"

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The hallways were as usual, loud and busy as Kisame made his way to Itachi's room. He had been entirely too relieved when the morning came, for it finally meant he would be allowed back inside the hospital. He pent majority of the night tossing and turning in his sleep as he dreamt of terrible things happening to his lover. Even now he was being plagued by dreadful thoughts of Fugaku mutilating Itachi's body. So when he reached the other male's room, he had nearly dashed in. Kisame had been praying for a speedy recovery of his doubts, but he was only filled with more worry when he saw Itachi's bed empty.

His brows furrowed together in a furious confusion. The blankets were pushed back and messy as if the teen had left in a hurry. And there was definitely no chance they moved him into another room without changing the sheets in this one. In fact, Itachi's hospital gown was laying at the foot of his bed. Obviously the first thing that would come to mind, was the teen simply went for a walk around the building after changing. But surely the nurses and doctors wouldn't let him roam around with his injuries. He stumped back out of the room and raced over to the front desk. "Excuse me, but an Itachi Uchiha is not in his room. I checked him in just yesterday, where is he now?" Kisame asked, trying to sound as calm as possible.

The woman at the desk looked unmoved by his concern and only began typing away on her computor. "It doesn't say that he was checked out or that he was suppose to have any test done, so I'm guessing he left his room on his own." She explained, looking a little more expressive than before.

This fact dawned on Kisame almost immediately. There was no way Itachi would simply leave his room when his father was still loose about the town. So that only left one other opinion. "Shit!" Kisame hissed under breath as he ran out the front door. "I can't believe that bastard! How could I have been so stupid to leave Itachi alone like that?!" He blamed himself for this. No hospital could provide twenty-four hours of full security. Considering the circumstances, there was only one place he could look for Fugaku. It looks like he would be picking Sasuke up a little sooner than he thought. Kisame hopped off in his car and rode away in a flash. He had to cover a lot of land in a small amount of time if he was going to save both Itachi and Sasuke.

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"Come on dobe, it didn't hurt that bad." Sasuke teased, following his fuming boyfriend into the kitchen after what seemed like a perfect eternity of love making as well as molestation in the shower. He should have known Naruto would get pretty sick of it if he didn't it too often. But Sasuke could not help it. Something about Naruto simply drove his mad with lust and temptation. It was like the blond had 'Fuck me' plastered on his forehead. And it was quite obvious Sasuke wasn't the only one who could see it, otherwise he would have all these other admirers.

"You don't know that seme! My ass can only take so much abuse!" Naruto whined back, marching into the kitchen angrily. He really needed something to cool him down. But the only thing that would do the trick was his always beloved and trustworthy ramen. Ramen would never betray him.

Sasuke rolled his eyes as Naruto started to search the cabinets for the remainder of the ramen. Surely the blond had used up all that was bought with his stupid ramen bath. But to Sasuke's surprise, Naruto screamed in celebration as he pulled out yet another container of instant ramen. It was a sad thing when ramen could please your lover just as much as he could.

He tried not to be agitated as he watched Naruto happily bounce around the room as he gather a kettle to boil the water in, but it was so frustrating to see Naruto this happy over something so stupid. He couldn't help but want to distract his blond from this temporary ramen rush. Just as Naruto was hovered excitedly over the sink and filling his kettle with water, Sasuke walked up behind him. "Do you really like ramen so much?" He asked in a low, sultry voice as he stepped forward. His chest pressed into the small of Naruto's back almost perfectly.

"What do you mean? Of course I do." Naruto answered back, paying the suspicious Uchiha no mind as he quickly turned off the faucet. He suddenly yelped when he felt a warmth consume him with Sasuke's arms tied tightly around his waist. He quickly calmed down as Sasuke's chin pressed into the nape of his neck. He was almost curious to know what was going on in Sasuke's head right now, but he had a feeling he wouldn't like all the perverted thoughts going around in there.

"No...do you like ramen...more than me?" Sasuke asked slowly. His eyes closed gently and he started to rock Naruto's hips with his own. It didn't take a rocket scientist to seduce this like engery ball. So far, Sasuke had mastered the skills perfectly.

Naruto flushed only a little. "Of course not. I love you." Naruto answered back. Of course before he met Sasuke he would have always said he needed ramen and would die without it. But the case had totally flipped since then. Naruto felt his throat grow dry as he felt tender lips press against his neck. He dropped the kettle into the sink when Sasuke's started to prod his crotch against Naruto's rear again. Despite how annoying the blond had found it before, he didn't object or stop the action at all.

"Would you care to demonstrate then." Sasuke whispered back amusingly. He sucked lightly on Naruto's neck until it was a tender pink. He was tempted to just take his blond yet again right here in the kitchen, but he knew Naruto would have a fit about it. So he figured he would just have to start practicing his self control again. It was such a bother to have something great but not being able to use it too often.


"Sasuke...don't..." Naruto hesitated in a moan as soft lips lightly nipped at his bruise skin. Thankfully, the phone rang just as Sasuke's impatient hands started to slip beneath his shirt. Naruto had nearly sighed in relief out loud, but waited for Sasuke to groaned in frustration and walked off. They both knew it had to be important since they didn't give out this house number to a lot of people. Naruto childishly stuck out his tongue as soon as Sasuke rounded the corner into the hallway. It was about time someone gave him a break.

Sasuke could have bashed the phone into the wall, but he just violently picked it up. "What is it?" He asked almost viciously. To his surprise the voice was very scared and shaky. And as soon as he heard the person speak he knew it was Kisame.

"Sasuke, I'm coming up to pick you and Naruto up right now. So start packing." Kisame exclaimed eagerly. Sasuke quirked up a curious brow as the other spoke. he had no clue what was going on and sure enough Kisame wasn't about to explain everything to him.

"Kisame, tell me what's got you so jumpy? I'm not just going to do what you say without a reasonable explanation you idiot." He explained. He rolled his eyes as soon as he hear the doorbell ring. He would have told Kisame to wait while he answered it, but that would most likely give the worry-wart a chance to hang up without answering his questions. Luckily, Naruto scrambled out of the kitchen to answer the door for him. it looked like the dobe was really good for something other than cuddling.

"Just do it Sasuke." Kisame hissed back quickly. "I don't want you two leaving the house or letting anyone in."

"Yeah, yeah, I got you." Sasuke mumbled bored. "Just tell me what has happened to Itachi and I will do what you want." He tried to bargain. Hopefully it would work. He just couldn't go on without knowing what had happened to Itachi.

"Itachi...Itachi is missing." Kisame finally answered reluctantly. Sasuke's eyes widened instantly. Itachi missing?! What the hell did that mean? Was he sleeping around again and just not telling Kisame or had one of his little flings not liked that he was only working for one person? Sasuke could easily picture those creeps Itachi brought home trying to force him into something just because he finally made a right dession about something. "Sasuke?" Kisame replied. He had figured the boy had gone into shock, at leas the hoped that was the only problem.

"I'm fine Kisame." Sasuke answered back, quickly shaking himself out of a daze. "But aren't you going to go look for him? For all you know he could be beaten up or worse by now!"

"I know that already! Don't worry, I've gotten taken care of Sasuke, just start packing like I told you." He ordered before briefly hanging up on the boy. He had just called the police. Luckily they didn't require he wait until Itachi was gone for 48 hours before starting to look for him. But that was only because he mentioned to them that he was kidnapped and possibly being tortured by a prisoner on parole.

Naruto stared blankly up at the tall man standing at the door. His eyes were dark and cold and he had lines running down his cheeks. All in all, the guy was scary looking yet somewhat familiar. "Uh, may I ask why you are here?" Naruto questioned obviously.

Fugaku glared back down at the blond boy. He thought it was a little awkward Sasuke would have such a dumb looking friend around, unless he had went to the wrong house. As irritated as he was from having anyone other than Sasuke answer the door, he did reframe from knocking the kid out and just letting himself in. "I'm looking for a Sasuke Uchiha, is he staying here?" He tried to ask politely.

"Why?" Naruto couldn't help but ask. He thought it was completely weird that a total stranger would come looking for Sasuke somewhere other than his home. Fugaku almost lashed out at the blond right then in there, but Sasuke came moodily walking around the corner. Both eyes fell on the depressed looking teen.

Sasuke glanced up and suspicion quickly took over his expression as he glared at the man in their doorway. "Naruto who is this?" he asked harshly. He did seem a little familiar, but he couldn't just place it right now. He also thought it was ironic that someone should come to their door just when Kisame had finished telling him not to have anyone else over.

"Why Sasuke, I'm a little hurt you don't remember your own father."

To Be Continued...

A/N: I hope you enjoyed the chapter, though reading Itachi getting torture is not what I really call fun. I find it pretty funny that nearly every review I got, that everyone said to cut of Fugaku's dick. Obviously we have all come to an agreement there. Anyway, I think there will only be two or three more chapters left of this fic. I really don't want it to end either, but it must happen so that I can refresh my mind for new fics! So I will update soon.

I already have an idea for my next SasuNaru fic but I just want to here any request or opinions of what my favorite readers would like to see in my next fic. Examples: less drama, less OOC, more side couples, or even complete situation ideas.

Next Chapter: Itachi's missing and his father's standing at his front door, yet Sasuke can't seem to but two and two together. Naruto already has his suspicions and Kisame is on his way to prevent some of the chaos that is sure to happen. But he better get there soon because Sasuke is being a complete idiot.