Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Hated ❯ Hated ( Chapter 1 )

This is a Yaoi fic and is rated R for mature scenes. If you don't like male/male fanfictions…Why are you here?

Warning: Lemon.

Itachi/Sasuke-Incest

Enough said in the title.

 

 

Mindless Sex With Out a Plot

 

Sasuke woke up panting and sweating. He flipped over onto his back and moaned as he felt the huge hard-on that was hiding under what he recognized to be his bed. He looked up as the door to him room opened, allowing in the light from the hall way. He hisses slightly as the light hit his eyes, and covered them until they adjusted. Standing in the doorway was his older brother's half naked form, Uchiha Itachi. The older Uchiha smirked as he noticed the bulge under the covers that Sasuke was trying to hide.

 

Sasuke tried to sit up, and decided against it as he felt a horrible searing pain emit from his ass. Itachi walked over to the bed and groped his little brother's erection through the sheets.

 

“Have an interesting dream, Ototoyo?” His eyes bled into sharingan as he looked into the younger's black eyes.

 

“Yes, very,” Sasuke said in a passive voice.

 

Itachi sat on the edge of the bed and leaned over to kiss Sasuke gently. “Well I'm ready for round two, and you certainly seem to be,” he said sarcastically, sliding his hand under the covers to massage his little brother's heated flesh.

 

Sasuke moaned and threw his head back against the pillow. Itachi clamped his mouth over Sasuke's, raping his mouth with his tongue, all the while pumping his length. Sasuke groaned as Itachi removed his hand and sat back up, breaking all contact. Sasuke's own eyes went sharingan as he glared at his older brother.

 

“Fucking tease,” he mumbled, crossing his arms over his chest. Itachi shook his head. A slight smile on his face, and took off his pants.

 

“Whoever screams first, loses.” He stated, then reached over to the nightstand and held up some leather cord. “And bondage is allowed.” Sasuke sat up sharply, wincing as he remembered the previous nights activities. “That's not fair!” He whined.

 

“And no lube,” Itachi added, completely ignoring the younger of the two. Sasuke opened his mouth to argue, but Itachi knew what was coming and promptly kissed him. For long minutes their tongues battled, Itachi's hands wandering over his little brother's body.

 

Finally, Sasuke had had enough. He flipped Itachi onto his back and straddled him, demandingly placing his lips on the elder's and fisting his hands in Itachi's long black hair. He began grinding his hips against Itachi, earning a moan of approval from him.

 

Sasuke broke the kiss and trailed down his brother's neck, to his chest, where he quickly located his left nipple (always the poor left nipple). He sucked on it feverishly and then bit down hard. He heard muttered curses from above him as the coppery taste of blood entered his mouth. He smiled innocently at Itachi and kissed the now blood red nipple in apology. He moved over to the right nipple, careful not to bit too hard, lest he offend his brother again.

 

He trailed kisses down his brother's abdomen, licking the defined muscles, until he came to Itachi's erection. He took the length into his mouth and tentatively licked the tip. Itachi wasn't in the mood for going slow at the moment, and thrust himself into the twelve year old's mouth. Sasuke almost choked, but quickly recovered and began humming. Itachi gave a grunt of satisfaction and lent back into the pillows, allowing his brother's skilled mouth take him to sexual highs.

 

Sasuke deliberately waited until he could tell his brother was about to come. He pushed down firmly on his brother's hips, restraining him, and, sucking all the way up, pulled his head off his brother's length.

 

He looked straight into his brother's eyes, which were the angriest he'd ever seen them. Struggling not to laugh as Itachi tried to thrust back up into Sasuke's hot mouth, which was hovering just above his needy member, Sasuke spoke.

 

“Are weapons allowed?” He asked casually. Itachi's eyes were slights of hatred as he regarded Sasuke. “Fine…” he hissed. “Now finish what you started, Whore.” He thrust forcefully up again, brushing his tip against Sasuke's swollen pink lips. Sasuke frowned at him, the frown looking a lot like a pout on his youthful face, as he brushed a lock of jet black hair from his crimson eye. He wrapped his hand around the base of Itachi's manhood and took the tip back into his mouth, licking it lightly, then pumped his hand up towards his mouth, and sucked hard on the tip.

 

Itachi wasn't expecting this and released his seed into Sasuke's mouth, barely managing to stifle a scream.

 

He gasped as Sasuke continued to milk his length, swallowing all his brother's cum. Sasuke sat up on Itachi's thighs and licked his lips clean, looking very much like the cat who got the cream.

 

“I almost won.” Sasuke stated proudly.

 

“Like hell you almost won!” Itachi mumbled and flipped Sasuke over, so the younger Uchiha was now laying on his back. He reached again for the cords of leather and tied Sasuke's wrist to the bed posts. Sasuke was about to protect when Itachi bit down painfully on Sasuke's neck, causing the boy to yelp.

 

“Bondage is allowed,” he growled at Sasuke, who continued to glare, straining against his bonds. Itachi smirked.

 

“My turn now Ototoyo…”He kissed Sasuke passionately, licking his lower lip, begging for entrance. Sasuke opened his mouth for his brother's tongue, allowing it to enter his mouth. Sasuke sucked on the probing tongue, and Itachi pushed it in as far as he could. They battled for a short time, then broke to breathe, their faces millimeters apart, breathing in each other's scents. Itachi bit Sasuke's lower lip, causing it to go red and swell. Sasuke moaned and opened his mouth again, and Itachi took the invitation, locking lips again with his little brother.

 

Sasuke decided it was about time they stopped the foreplay and got to the real action. He thrust his hips against Itachi's stomach, earning a little friction for his painfully erect cock.

 

Itachi smirked at his little brother's antics, trying to get attention, like always. If he wanted attention, attention he'd get.

 

“You're a little slut,” he whispered into the dark haired boy's ear, kissing his pale cheek. His hand snaked down and grabbed Sasuke's erection and began pumping him. He bit Sasuke's earlobe, then kissed down his neck, stopping at Sasuke's collar bone. He sucked the tender flesh, listening to the delicious moans he was eliciting from the little boy, who was thrusting rhythmically into Itachi's fisted hand.

 

“Itachi…” Sasuke whimpered as the older Uchiha removed his hand. He gave one last hard bit to Sasuke's neck, then quickly move to get another piece of cord. Sasuke's hips were rolling constantly, looking for the friction that Itachi provided. His manhood was steadily weeping out pre-cum, and his stomach was wet where it dripped down off his member. Itachi began tying the corded material around Sasuke's base and the top oh his balls, tying it off tightly to prevent release.

 

Itachi dipped his head down and lapped at the pool of pre-cum that had collected around Sasuke's navel, and was rewarded with more sweet moans. Itachi felt himself grow harder. Sasuke made the sexiest noises when he was being played with, and Itachi did whatever he could to get them out of him. He gently brushed a finger up Sasuke's length, listening as Sasuke gasped and whimpered, his hips following the finger up, searching for more contact.

 

Itachi gave the weeping head a kiss then walked over to his clothes. He bent down and searched through his Akatsuki robe for something. Although he was as hard as he thought he could possibly get, he managed to stiffen even more as his brother whined, “Nii-san!” as he had said when he was a boy. However, when he said it now, the word was longing with need, coming close to a moan.

 

Itachi looked back at Sasuke. His eyes were half lidded, red sharingan in place, his black hair damp with sweat, framing his pale face, now flushed. His entire body was glistening in the low light of the moon, making it appear ghostly pale. His arms, tied above his head, strained against their bonds. His back was arched as his hips kept a steady rhythm of thrusts. Another moan escaped the boy's lips, and Itachi could have taken him right there,

 

Itachi stood, carrying with him a kunai, and walked over to the bed, where he straddled Sasuke's waist. He leaned in close to his ear and said with no small hint of desire, “Fuck, Sasuke, I want you…”He ran the edge of the kunai down from Sasuke's left nipple to his hip bone, never once breaking the skin, but causing the smaller Uchiha to shiver under the touch of cold metal.

 

“Nii-san…”Sasuke moaned out, unable to form coherent thoughts. Itachi brought the kunai up to Sasuke's cheek.

 

“Do you hate me little brother?” he questioned softly, carving the character for hatred into the soft skin of his little brother's face.

 

“No…Nii-san…” Sasuke managed to gasp out through the pain as tears formed in his blood red eyes. “Ai…Aishiteru…” Sasuke moaned as Itachi licked his bleeding cheek.

 

Itachi said nothing, he moved his head to rest his chin in the crook of his little brother's neck, the last living Uchiha heir besides himself. He rested his finger on the curse mark that marred Sasuke's shoulder. The cursed seal that had been put there by Orochimaru.

 

Itachi had done everything he could to insure that Sasuke would hate him. He had killed their clan. He hadn't wanted Sasuke to be raised the same way he had been. Having a perverted father who always expected too much. Itachi had seen the way their father had pushed Sasuke's training, using Itachi as a model. And Itachi had dreaded the day that their father chose to use Sasuke to sate his needs, seeing as he seemed to have the tendency to rape children.

 

Itachi had killed the Uchiha clan for revenge, and to see that Sasuke never had to live through what he had. He killed them because he loved Sasuke. More than a brother should. He wanted Sasuke to hate him, so that he wouldn't have to be around the boy, he didn't know if he could control his actions.

 

The older Uchiha broke from his thoughts and raised his lips to kiss the bleeding word on Sasuke's cheek. Hatred.

 

He had found Sasuke sleeping with Orochimaru, apparently the price for the power. In blind rage and jealousy, he had beat Orochimaru, almost killing the sannin, but his lackey, Kabuto, had saved him from Itachi's wrath. Sasuke had merely watched the battle with a blank look in his eyes, covered in bite marks, cuts, and bruises. He had been naked, sitting on a small futon in Orochimaru's lair. The Akatsuki had finally decided that Orochimaru needed to be disposed of, and had launched an attack on his forces in Sound.

 

Itachi had expected to see his little brother there…But he was not prepared to see him being fucked into the blankets like a whore by Orochimaru. And he had heard Sasuke begging for more outside the door.

 

He had looked at Sasuke, sitting there, not bothering to cover himself. Itachi had stepped towards the bed and stop beside the boy.

 

“You are a filthy whore, Ototoyo.” And with that, he had unzipped his pants and fucked his brother, feeling no remorse. Even though he was his own blood.

 

He was awoken again from his thoughts by another moan. The older moved back and said simply, “Foolish Ototoyo…”

 

He settled between Sasuke's legs, spreading them wide. He put his tip against the boys entrance, prodding teasingly. Sasuke groaned, still tied off and unable to cum. Itachi dug his purple nails into Sasuke's slender hips.

 

“I want you to beg me to fuck you. I want to hear you scream my name. Beg me to take you, to have pity on your slutty ass and give you release.” Itachi commanded, taking Sasuke's aching length into his hand and pumping him. Sasuke moaned loudly and arched.

 

“Oh fuck…Nii-san please!” He hissed as his older brother pushed more of his shaft into his tight ass. With no lube, this really hurt. “Ahh! Fuck me!” He screamed, and Itachi slammed in all the way, aiming perfectly for Sasuke's prostate. Sasuke screamed again as Itachi pulled out and slammed back in again, slightly tearing Sasuke's tight passage.

 

“Please, ITACHI!” Sasuke screamed again as Itachi hit the sensitive spot over and over again relentlessly. Itachi was still pumping Sasuke's tied length, the boy was now crying and screaming his name, out of both pain and pleasure.

 

“Beg me you whore! Beg for release!” Itachi yelled, slamming roughly into his little brother. Sasuke let out a choking sob. “Please!” he cried, arching and straining against the leather cords that bound him, his legs wrapped around Itachi's hips.

 

Itachi waited until the last moment to untie his brother, quickly releasing Sasuke, who screamed at the top of his lungs, tear's rolling down his face, his seed covering both his and Itachi's stomachs. Itachi came a moment later, pulling all the way out and slamming back in to the hilt, releasing his seed into the hot tight passage of his little brother. Their screams mingled together as they both found release. Itachi pulled out and untied Sasuke's wrists, then took the shaking boy into his arms, laying down beside him.

 

Before they fell asleep, he whispered softly, almost to himself.

 

“I love you, too.”