Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ To Find Warmth In The Snow ❯ Chapter 13 Yes Aniki ( Chapter 13 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Shinosuke
VERY VERY VERY VERY GRAPHIC RAPE!!!!
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Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Drama | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 05.05.2009 | Pages: 12 | Words: 10.7K | Visits: 272 | Status: Work In Progress

Chapter 13
Yes Aniki
 
 
“I've got some things to talk to you about.” Itachi said, as he stood right in front of me.
“Let me go! Bastard! You fucking bastard! I'll kill you!”
Itachi giggled,
(WTF! Now you made Itachi giggle?! You're officially crazy and because of this. We diabolical fangirls have decided to… stalk you.)
(Me: NOOO! Not the Fangirls O.O”)
(Anyway…)
Itachi giggled and reached out touching the small cut on my face smearing the blood on my pale skin.
“Sasuke, Do you know why I'm here?”
“What?”
Itachi grabbed my face in his hand and stared at me seriously saying, “Don't lie to me Sasuke. You know why I'm here, don't you?”
“What the hell are you talking about?!” I continued struggling fruitlessly.
Itachi's hand came out of his Akatsuki jacket and he pulled out a… dildo?!
“Do you recognize this?”
I felt my eyes widen for a moment.
“…No! Of course not! Where the hell did you even get something like that!?”
Itachi sighed, “You're lying.”
“No I'm not!” I yelled hoping to convince him but deep down I was fervently trying to convince myself as well.
Itachi pulled out one of the shuriken that had pinned my tan shorts to the wall.
“Don't deny it.” He continued pulling out each one dramatically and letting it drop to the floor.
“What're you…”
I was cut off as Itachi leaned forward and kissed me. Surprisingly his lips were like melting honey. I almost relaxed. ALMOST! When he pulled away his lip was bleeding.
I'd bitten him.
“Don't try and kiss me again, you pervert! What the hell are you thinking!?” I screamed before spitting in his face.
Itachi paused for a moment as if he hadn't expected me to react so strongly but quickly relaxed back into his usual apathetic façade.
He reached up and wiped away my spit form his cheek. I studied him to see what his reciprocation would be hoping I would have enough time to dodge it.
Be fore I even realized what was happening Itachi's hand smacked my hard across the face.
My head flew to the side as the hand made impact and a few drops of blood spewed from my mouth as well.
Itachi grabbed my shorts and unbuttoned them quickly pulling them, along with my boxers, down around my knees.
This where I finally began to panic realizing that this wasn't just a game.
Itachi pulled my legs up and pulled the dildo back out of his jacket.
Without any warning at all, he plunged it into his my body and I screamed feeling my finger nails digging deep into the wooden wall that I was held against.
When finally the sex toy was in my body most of the way Itachi stopped looking back up at me.
“You will do exactly as I tell you. Understood?”
I didn't answer but turned my head away.
Itachi grabbed my face in one hand forcing us to look at each other and with the other hand pulled the dildo out and roughly forced it back in again.
My body tensed as I screamed once more trying to move away from the object but found this pointless.
“You will do exactly as I tell you. Understood?”
“Fuck you.”
Once again Itachi repeated the process. (This is all without lubrication *poor Sasuke*)
It was only after four more times that finally I agreed to this question unable to take anymore of the punishment.
“When I ask you a question, you will answer `yes, aniki'. Understood?”
“That's some brother complex you've got there, bastard.” I answered and once again Itachi pulled the dildo out just to force fully shove it back in. but this time he went deeper and I screamed once more, the tears I'd so obviously been trying to hold back finally spilling over.
“When I ask you a question you will answer `yes, aniki'. Understood?” Itachi repeated.
“Yes.” I answered bitterly.
Itachi repeated his punishing process.
When I caught my breath I yelled angrily, “What the hell was that for? I agreed!”
“But you didn't follow the rule. What're you supposed to say when I ask a question?”
I didn't answer my eyes down cast.
Itachi didn't bother to pull it out just shoved up farther listening to me whimper.
“What're you supposed to say?”
Still I refused to answer, so in return Itachi shoved the thing up into my body harder and deeper until finally I couldn't contain my scream.
“What're you supposed to say?”
“Yes aniki!” I nearly shouted, and then I immediately felt guilty for giving in.
I felt weak, weak for giving in to Itachi's demands.
“With the exception of natural sounds that will be made during this process, you will speak only when spoken to and will not ask any questions unless I tell you that you can. You will not call me any names and will not speak to me in a hostile tone. You will be obedient. Understood.”
That was a long rule, and I couldn't imagine the punishment of not agreeing with that.
“Yes…”
Itachi made a small growling sound and glared at me twisting the dildo.
“Ahh! Yes aniki. Yes aniki”
“Good boy.” Itachi said running his fingers through my silky hair, “It seems you're ready for stage two.” He removed the dildo and the remaining shuriken and kunai that held me to the wall and I crumpled to the ground.
“Pull up your pants.” Itachi said coldly.
I obeyed but he heard Itachi's warning growl and remembered, “Yes aniki.”
Itachi sat down on the floor and patted the area in front of him signaling for me to sit. I obeyed, but in my mind, I was stirring up a plan, anything that would get me even a second of extra time to get away, anything at all.
I was reminded of the serious situation I was in by the extreme amounts of pain in my backside as I sat down.
“Sasuke, I will be here as long as I have to be to get my point across. So it might be to your benefit to do as I say and tell the truth when asked a question.”
He paused looking up for my reaction.
I'd almost forgotten again.
“Yes, aniki.”
He seemed satisfied that I'd been tamed but I had already thought of a simple plan to get at least far enough away to make a run for it.
If I could just get somewhere, anywhere public, I'd be fine. But the things he could to me here in the empty Uchiha estate…
Those thoughts made my head hurt.
I couldn't let that happen.
I couldn't let him keep me here where no one could hear my screams.
It was simple enough. I still had a cup of hot tea sitting on the desk. If I kicked the desk at just the right angle then the tea would fall to spill in his face.
Not that I expected it to do that.
Itachi was an amazing shinobi of that fact no one could argue.
But in one of his hands he still held very firmly the deplorable sex toy that had only minutes before been buried deep inside my body.
He'd have two choices let the tea hit him or try to catch it or swat it away with his free hand. Either would work.
Either would occupy both of his hands.
That's all I needed.
I only needed an extra two seconds.
That's all.
There were two problems to this theory; one being Itachi was an amazing strategist. He could possibly think of some other maneuver, but the two I already pointed out were human nature though.
The other, though Itachi was in the right place for the tea to spill, I wasn't in the right place to kick the desk.
I would have to try and spin around and still have to reach over him to get the desk in the right place.
But I'd have to take my chances.
The way his eyes glimmered as he starred at me…
I had to try my best.
“Sasuke… you seem slightly preoccupied.”
I paused trying to think of an answer that would help ease his suspicion.
“…It hurts.” I said in the best uke voice I could provide for the moment.
He held up the sex toy again.
“Sasuke, why don't you answer me?” he asked his eyes still blissfully empty, “Who does this belong to?”
I couldn't answer, my throat was dry, and my temples were pounding with the sound of my frightened heart.
“Sasuke.” He demanded bringing my attention back to his face where I could already see the lines of anger etching them selves into his pale skin.
“I…I don't know.”
“Be honest with me Sasuke.”
I paused for a moment. Maybe it was better just to tell the truth.
But I immediately felt the burning blood rise to my cheeks.
My common sense decided to tell the truth.
My pride decided to lie.
My pride won.
“I honestly haven't ever seen that thing before.” I said trying to persuade him with the candidness I held in my eyes.
He instantly saw through me.
He grabbed and brought me to his lap before pulling off my shirt.
“Who does this belong to?” He questioned once more.
“I don't know.” I answered.
He pulled off my under shirt.
 
*An article of clothing for every lie?* I asked myself bitterly.
 
He sighed and sat back as if trying to think for a moment.
His first opening.
I gladly took advantage of it springing myself into action as I twisted myself around and kicked the desk in exactly the right place.
And just as I calculated, the still steaming cup of tea launched itself towards him.
I'd landed in an awkward position and I'd have to right myself before my muscles would even think about me running anywhere.
I'm sure my body was pissed just from my moving after the earlier torture.
As I'd predicted both of his hands were occupied as he grabbed the cup of tea before it fell.
But this didn't deter him.
Not one bit.
I had just moved to take my first step into the run when, with a huge amount of force, Itachi swung his leg out and caught me in the abdomen.
I wouldn't have thought it possible in the angle he was sitting at.
But he was a genius.
And I was only a genius' little brother.
I heard the small crunch and felt my body seize up in pain as I collapsed around his leg.
But it was nothing compared to the wide-eyed look I'd given him in that frozen chunk of time.
Nothing compared to knowing there was no escape now.
Nothing at all.
I felt the tears stinging bitterly at my eyes and I did nothing to stop them. No point in fighting now.
I was going to die now.
Itachi glared, the lividness obvious on his face as he laid me on my back and bent over me looking harshly down into my eyes as he once again asked, “Who does this belong to?”
No point in lying anymore but my throat was so dry and after having the air knocked so very harshly out of my body I doubted I could even try to make my lips to form coherent words.
But the words flowed by themselves anyway.
“Me.” I answered finally, “It's mine.” I whispered quietly.
He seemed calmer now that I'd finally told him the truth.
“Where did you get it?” he asked a small hint of curiosity in his voice, but it was only a very small hint.
“I bought it.” I answered quietly once more, finding no solace in the lies of before; I decided to tell the truth.
What could it hurt? After all, I doubted sincerely I'd live past the next few days. And the outlooks on the next few hours of my life… even bleaker
“Have you ever used it?” he asked.
I felt the embarrassment get the better of me.
I paused looking away.
“Have you ever used it?” he repeated in an amazingly more hostile voice.
Maybe amazingly isn't the right word.
Horribly….
Terrifyingly…
I told the truth again by slowly working my muscles to nod my head.
I slapped me hard across the face before callously removing my shorts in one quick motion.
My head was still spinning from the impact of his hand but it didn't take me long to realize what I'd forgotten.
“Yes, aniki” I said.
The punishment now for not saying those two words was a stark contrast to the original punishment for it.
Before it was a small warning growl.
Now it was the loss of my clothes and another step towards the inevitably loss of my virginity and also a mind-boggling slap.
He calmed again the apathetic glaze coming back over his eyes.
“What were you thinking of while you used it.”
Most wouldn't have caught on.
I barely caught the tinge of jealousy in his voice.
No, no this was not how I'd thought of it before.
I wasn't the only person who would get hurt.
He'd let it slip with his once again hostile tone that the name I said would be the person he'd get rid of.
He was jealous.
I didn't answer as I tried to wrap my mind around the fact that Itachi was jealous of who I'd been thinking of at the time that I'd used the reprehensible object still firmly clasped in his hand.
I decided to avoid his true question while answering ignorantly.
“I was thinking of how good it felt.” I said blushing and feigning embarrassment.
Fortunately he'd made the mistake of saying “what” and not “who”.
Fortunately for the one I'd been thinking about.
I tried to clear my head of all thoughts of my secret crush and focused on finding an opening in Itachi's shield again.
Even if I didn't find one I'd have to try my best.
This wasn't just about me any more; it was way more serious.
I was lying under him in only my boxers and I knew that one more lie and it would be the end.
I calmed letting my gentle sobs wrack my body and I heard Itachi with his falsely soothing voice above me.
I was waiting.
I pouted my lips bringing more attention to them than absolutely necessary.
He took the bait willingly bending down to kiss me.
I tentatively tried to kiss him back to appease him before I unexpectedly, even unexpected to myself, reared back my fist and punched him hard in the jaw.
I couldn't take it.
I couldn't stand him kissing me.
I continued trying to land more punches on him vividly aware that my fists were coming in contact with nothing but air.
I felt his cold hands wrap around my wrists and hold them down onto the wood floor.
 
*You're an idiot Sasuke. You should have thought more. Use your brain.* I scolded though it was obviously too late.
 
I'd used up my quota of rebellion for the day. There would be no more breaks in Itachi's shield.
That much I could tell by myself.
He was glaring at me harshly and I felt his hands squeeze tighter around my wrists until in my right hand I both felt and heard a very hollow crunching sound and I screamed in the shock of the pain.
When he let go I grabbed my injured limb and cradled it closely to my chest trying desperately to ease away the pain with that mind over matter trick.
It didn't work.
Before I even knew what happened my boxers were half way across the room.
Now I was truly at the end of my rope.
 
*No more, Sasuke* I tried to tell myself, *No more, fighting against him. If you cooperate maybe it'll be easy for him to leave Konoha without killing anyone else…*
 
But on the inside I knew I couldn't believe that.
 
*No matter what don't say his name!* my mind screamed at me, *Don't even think it! … No matter what…*
 
He was glaring hard at me, not taking his eyes away for one moment as he removed his clothes.
“I guess stage 2 is over for you Sasuke. You know if you'd completed it correctly, I'd have let you go.” He said menacingly as he leaned down and viciously took my lips to his.
When he let go I was trying so very hard to restrain.
I was trying so hard not to fight anymore.
 
*Maybe I should fight.* I thought to myself, *Maybe He'll kill me before he has enough time to torture me into saying his name…*
 
But I instantly knew that wasn't the answer. Getting this over with as soon as possible was. Whether it meant my death or otherwise, I couldn't fight anymore I had to wait for it to be over. So that I could warn him, if with only a few fleeting words.
Itachi began to kiss down my neck and chest and I could feel my young and hormonal body reacting to his touches.
I didn't want to do this.
I had to remind myself in my head.
No matter how good it felt, this is not what I wanted.
And so I lay very still. Almost statue like as I let him kiss and caress me, his finger tips dug into my tender flesh and delved just slightly below my waistline.
He didn't seem bothered by my passive resistance and continued without faltering once.
His lips were amazingly soft and warm. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine myself anywhere but here but his persistent lips never let me forget what was happening.
Along my jaw, my neck, down my chest, sucking harshly at my nipples, dragging his tongue along my ribs.
Even down to my stomach where his tongue dipped into my navel carefully licking the edging of tender skin.
His hands had spread my legs and I hadn't resisted, still in my mind not registering quite what was happening. I was still expecting him to fight me. Not rape me. And with these tortuously slow caresses that made my breathing and heart rate increase- how much more could I take.
I tried to stay concentrated on anything but the hands gently kneading my inner thighs. I knew that the heat was pooling in my groin and I felt my erection press firmly against his chest as he continued sliding his lips down my lower stomach.
He spread my legs wider and took me in his hand. I didn't even twitch.
I was actually really good at keeping up the illusion that this wasn't happening- until he broke my concentration.
“Sasuke.” He demanded looking up at me from where his head was right above my erect cock.
So close I could feel the few rushes of warm air when he spoke.
I looked down and our eyes met spring tears into my own. No more denial. No more hiding behind illusions.
“Are you enjoying this?” he asked.
I wanted to say no. But I remembered the rules clearly and he'd only given me one option of what to say when he asked me a question.
“Yes, aniki.” I answered quietly.
He nodded satisfied.
“Are you going to fight me again Sasuke?”
I tried to think. A double-sided question. By saying no, I wouldn't be following the rules, but by saying yes I would piss him off.
“No…Aniki.” I guessed and it seemed I made the right choice. He nodded once again. And he slowly brought his head down again to concentrate on the throbbing organ in his left hand.
He didn't look at me as he spoke but he didn't need to.
“Sasuke, I want you to enjoy this. Relax little brother.” There was strange side of something in his voice and I simply couldn't bring myself to guess at what it was.
Especially when his mouth closed around the head of my dick. Then my thoughts scattered away like so many scared birds.
I felt my head fall back and little moans burn the back of my throat waiting to be released.
His hand disappeared and his mouth swallowed me. My mind couldn't concentrate on anything else but they new feeling that went racing through my veins. It was as if my blood had suddenly decided to run in the opposite direction.
His warm hands were still stroking my inner thighs and butt. It felt so… so…-I hated to admit it- …good.
In my mind I tired to remind myself that I hated him, that he was the reason for all my suffering. I tried to tell myself this isn't what I wanted.
And I let my thoughts stray only once to *his* face knowing it would make me stronger.
I'd wanted my first time to be with him…
I used my good hand and tangled my hand in his hair while I surreptitiously tried to push him away.
“No…aniki…stop.” I muttered as my heart began to pound in my chest. So much so that I could hear nothing else.
Even though I could feel the vibrations of him speaking I heard not a word.
My stomach tensed.
“No. Stop.” I said more firmly as I squirmed. His hands stopped their gentle touches and forcefully grabbed my hips and held them down as he sucked with more intensity.
Strange and unfamiliar tremors racked my body and I felt myself tighten.
There was such a burning that spread through me. It was no comparison to the feelings of before. The heat engulfed me.
My entire body rose and tightened. I couldn't think, or see, or use any of my five senses.
My head weighed four tons and my body weighed nothing at all.
My hot liquid filled his mouth.
It had seemed an eternity but only lasted for a few moments.
He lapped gently at all of the crevices surrounding my now flaccid cock. He seemed regretful when he came up as if he already missed the taste.
I couldn't imagine such a thing.
He bit his lip and I could see the upwelling of lust in his eyes as he slid back up so we were face to face.
“Didn't you say you wouldn't fight me?” he asked.
I couldn't even remember.
Everything seemed so foggy. From the time I'd told myself not to think of *him* to now. It was like some one had put it all in slow motion and my mind had wandered elsewhere.
And that intense orgasm. It was mind numbing.
Itachi spread my legs wider.
“Sasuke, answer me.” I stared at him incredulously.
He positioned himself carefully the anger growing in him as my mouth still refused to answer him.
“Sasuke…” he growled menacingly. I didn't respond.
Before I'd even seen him move a huge wave of fresh agony shocked through me breaking my mind from the previous empty denial. He was pushing himself harshly into my taut small hole and I screamed.
I squirmed helplessly beneath him trying desperately to move away from the pain growing in my butt but his hands gripped tightly at my hips and held me very firmly in place.
I tried my best to relax and let him in.
I knew this would not only appease him but make it easier for myself as well.
He pressed in harder and I only bit down on my bottom lip as compensation.
“God you're tight.” He whispered.
Even after the previous torture with that ill-reputed object he was much thicker, it seemed, and longer.
I was lucky that he was relishing in my tightness because it seemed to take forever for the strong ache in my backside to fade away.
When finally it seemed I'd become accustomed to this new intrusion I felt a new sensation growing in my stomach.
It was slightly uncomfortable and also, surprisingly, slightly pleasurable.
But I quickly wiped those thoughts from my mind as he began to move inside me.
While my body was being ravished I let my mind wander back to *him*.
I knew that if I could do nothing else I had to protect him.
Itachi lifted up my leg and harshly continued pumping into me and I began to feel the tiny bits of blood seeping out around his large cock.
It was a strange “filled” feeling and I was struggling fruitlessly against him.
Pushing his mouth away when he bent down to kiss me and keeping his hands at bay as they groped for my own erection.
I very suddenly was awash with a warm and feeling that spawned from my backside.
He'd hit something inside of me that felt actually… very good.
I reminded myself that he was a rapist and that I didn't want him over and over, a calm and steady mantra in my otherwise chaotic mind.
He was moaning heavily above me and he lifted my legs as he stared down at me with lustful half-lidded eyes.
I tried to skulk away from those eyes as they burned my skin and face with the unending gaze.
His hand very harshly took hold of my erection and pumped it in time with his thrust while I cried out.
He fisted my erection and quickly but with deliberate strokes began to pump me.
I couldn't take it.
I came very suddenly with a hot white burst of liquid spilling down my chest.
I had thought that my next orgasm wouldn't be as powerful as my very first a while ago. But it was just as powerful if not more, taking full hold of my senses and singeing my nerve endings.
But what was worse…
He didn't stop.
He didn't even slow.
Didn't move his hand but continued on without even glancing up ward from where he was currently examining the way his dick was plunging into the pink rim that was my entrance.
I cried out but he didn't stop and I continued with long throaty moans and shivering as my muscles began to convulse in strong refusal against this torture.
It hurt.
He was squeezing his hand so tight and moving it steadily from base to tip.
His other hand was gripping at the tender flesh of my butt and he squeezed his eyes shut with each long hard thrust.
I could no longer feel the moans escaping my rough throat.
But the moans weren't for pleasure.
 
*Oh god, make it stop!* my mind screamed.
 
It was so loud inside of my head. Every part of me was screaming out in rejection of this horribly new and unwanted sensation growing in my stomach.
I felt dirty.
It didn't feel good. I hated it. Hated all of it.
His hands, his eyes, and his huge cock that filled my and pressed in with more force.
Just the stretching of the tight ring of muscle was enough for my nails to dig into the wood beneath me.
But I didn't scream at him.
I didn't hurl the insults that I was yelling in my head.
On the outside I was the obedient acceptor of this treatment.
I felt so trapped.
Like the real me was actually in my head clawing at my skull madly, dieing to be let out.
Itachi moaned and I brought my attention to his tightened and pleasured face.
His stomach muscles were clenching and I was relieved that this couldn't last much longer.
His thrusts were brutal and that constant hand that pumped the sore and turgid flesh that stood semi-erect between my legs nearly erased all traces of sanity that I'd ever once contained.
Very suddenly and with a sense of finality he plunged inside deeper than he had before and I screamed as another orgasm washed over me.
My muscles tightened painfully and I could feel his large intrusion as my inner walls squeezed him hard.
He came inside of me and then pulled out.
I rested.
I wanted him to leave now.
I wanted it to all be over.
He seemed content… for a minute or so, before he started up again.
Without any care he plunged back in and began the process once more.
I felt the tears in my eyes and I let hem flow.
 
*How much longer?! God, STOP! Oh god! Let it end!! No more! No more! NO MORE!* my terrified psyche screamed
 
A few more rounds of that for an immeasurable amount of time and finally he pulled out for good.
I was bruised and bleeding, my lip swollen from my biting down on it to silence myself but the rest were all injuries inflicted by him.
“I'm…Proud of you Sasuke. You made it all the way through.” He said still catching his breath before he cleaned himself up and pulled back on his clothes in a hurry.
I was hoping it was over, but I could tell it wasn't.
“Now, Sasuke, to begin stage two once more.”
I whimpered.
“…Yes, aniki.”
“Sasuke, I'll only ask you one question. But you must answer it honestly. I'll give you three chances. More than you'll actually need I hope. Otherwise we'll begin stage three again he said tickling my abused hole with his finger.
“Yes, aniki.” I answered.
“When you were pleasuring yourself, who was it you were thinking of?”
I didn't react at first.
I was faced with a brutal decision. Which mattered more?
My own safety, or *his*?
“I…” I started, “I can't remember.”
He grabbed my broken wrist and squeezed. I yelled in horror as the pain grew in me again and my entire body jerked upward.
“Who was it?” he demanded harshly.
 
*I have to tell him.* I thought helplessly, *No, I'd rather die!…right?*
 
I was so confused.
I couldn't remember anything and my mind was hazy about everything but the pain in my wrist where Itachi's grip had not slackened.
“Naruto.” I whispered finally and I immediately regretted doing so.
 
* I gave up. Gave in. I've failed you Naruto. I'm sorry.*
 
Itachi nodded in understanding.
“You've made it to stage 4. Repeat after me.”
I nodded apprehensively.
“I Uchiha Sasuke.”
“I Uchiha Sasuke.”
“Will never again dream of fucking Naruto.”
I bit my lip.
But despite the pangs in my heart repeated the words.
“Good. Now all we have to do is make you believe it”
He reached down and squeezed my cock with both hands and I jerked up screaming.
“Say it again.”
And I did.
His grip slackened.
“Repeat, `If I do, I understand that Itachi will come back and repeat this process.'”
I repeated the words my voice breaking.
I was terrified by such thoughts.
He squeezed my cock and without even having to be asked I repeated the words once more.
“Repeat `If I ever look at Naruto in any way other than a rival and a teammate, I understand that he will be slowly tortured and killed.'”
I looked up at Itachi.
His steady red stare told me he was serious.
His grip on me tightened but I couldn't say it. I couldn't bring myself to think of those things.
To think of Naruto lying somewhere…bloody and bruised.
To never see him blush again.
To never see him scowl at me.
To never hear his too loud voice again.
To see his bright blue eyes that glittered every time he saw through my iciness… to see those eyes forever darkened and staring at nothing.
To see him…dead.
The word burned me. Death was what happened to enemy ninjas; death is what had happened to my parents.
To think of Naruto and death in the same sentence…
My eyes welled with tears. Such unremarkable pain and anguish ran through me making my blood run cold it seemed.
Itachi knew that out of everything that he'd put me through tonight, that would be the worst torture.
I must have looked grief-stricken by what he said because his stare darkened and he let go of my dick sensing that I wasn't going to answer.
He turned around looking for something.
I didn't bother to try and escape.
It was only when my vision began to swim that I realized I was holding my breath and I quickly let it out.
Itachi turned back to me his face absolutely livid.
He stomped quickly to my side, bent down grabbing my right shoulder and pulled me up dragging a kunai across my chest.
The pain seared my flesh like a thousand flame seals.
“Repeat it!” He screamed.
I didn't even remember the words.
“If… I ever…”
He sliced at me again.
“If I look at Naruto in any way other than a rival and a teammate, he…” the first part came in flourish from my lips but the second half…
“…I understand he will be slowly tortured and killed.” The second half I whispered like the words of one condemned.
He threw me down and knelt upwards.
Itachi pulled his pants down again and without any warning shoved his dick in my face.
“Suck” was his only order and I obeyed.
He slid his dick in and out of my mouth. Down my throat.
I could barely breathe.
He was moaning and pressing down with increasing firmness. My lips were chapped and bruised and in my head I was pleading that this would be over.
And very suddenly it was.
He came and I coughed and sputtered and he pulled out cumming all over my face, but I didn't dare complain.
Seeing me covered in his cum must have been infuriating to him for some reason because his eyes began to burn with anger and he sliced at me with the kunai again.
He slapped me with his other hand and grabbed me up again by my shoulder.
“I want the very thought of ever being with Naruto to be disgusting to you!” he yelled angrily.
I tried to move away and he slid the kunai across the delicate planes of pale skin once more and I watched as my blood dripped from the wound.
“Say it.”
“It's disgusting.” I whispered again staring at the ground.
My voice was raspy from him shoving his dick down my throat.
And it was horribly uncomfortable feeling his cum drip down my face.
He dropped the kunai and grabbed my shoulders with both of his hands.
He punched me hard in the face and my mind was reeling from the pain.
I'd never imagined that the human body could have so much pain and still be conscious.
“Say it and mean it, Sasuke.” He yelled at my face.
I didn't answer and he threw me back onto the floor.
I'd thought his yelling was frightening but it was nothing compared to the fear evoked from this new tone.
A dark and serious tone that was so quiet I almost had to strain to catch everything he said.
“Answer or I'll kill him.”
My eyes widened as the flashes of what Naruto's dead body would look like went through my head again.
“It's… disgusting. It's Disgusting!” I near shouted with newfound fervor.
Itachi grabbed up the kunai again and slashed mercilessly at me. Not just my chest but everywhere.
“You care so much for him!” he yelled angrily, “I'm your fuckin' brother! I should come over him!!!”
I screamed and threw up my hands trying desperately to stop him.
He threw the kunai across the room and he was breathing heavily he face flushed.
I'd never before seen my brother with so much emotion on his face. He was usually so calm and collected.
He suddenly straddled my bloody chest and grabbed hold of my throat squeezing tightly, compressing my airway.
I struggled against him, my body jerking beneath him, my hands clawing at his trying to pry them away.
Anything, anything for air.
My eyes were wide and my head was spinning and throbbing.
“I could kill you right now.” He hissed menacingly, “Snap your neck, watch you suffocate…”
I pleaded with my eyes.
 
*Please, I don't want to die yet!*
 
He let go suddenly and stood up.
I gasped like these were the last breaths I would ever take.
And who knows they very well could have been.
My throat hurt so much.
“I think I've made my point Sasuke.” He said calmly, his façade once again perfectly in place.
He pulled back on his Akatsuki cloak and left without another word.
I had thought that I would cry.
I mean really cry, bawl like a baby.
But I didn't. I was bloody, bruised, beaten, molested, and covered in cum but I couldn't feel it anymore.
I didn't want to feel it.
So I ignored it.
Somewhere deep inside though, I was happy. All I had to do was stay away from him. That was it. And he'd never get hurt. I smiled
After that I tried not to think.
If you don't think about things they can't hurt you.
I lay very still for a long while just bleeding away. I still had the smile plastered dumbly on my face.
But my mind was completely blank.