Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Void ❯ Empty ( Chapter 3 )

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

Void By: Niiro Yuuyake Warnings: BDSM, Minor, Violence, Voyeurism, N/C(rape), H/C, Incest . . . that's all, I think? Disclaimer: Niiro does not own Naruto, sadly, but oh, well! A/N-This Chapter isn't much. Overall it's a transition chapter, but if you ask me it's quite long. I'm trying to think how to go about the whole 'Itachi abusing Sasuke' thing . . . ALSO I'd like to thank Karasu for beta-reading this! Chapter 3: Empty Sasuke had felt utterly and completely dirty on the ride home with Itachi.   He had never wanted Naruto to see the way Itachi treated him; hell, telling Naruto about it was hard enough, having Naruto watch, first hand, as his brother treated him like a two-cent whore off some corner in Amsterdam was going just too far.     When they reached home, Sasuke immediately noticed that Kisame's car was parked in the lot. Empty.   Not waiting for Itachi to unlock the doors, Sasuke reached over and disengaged the lock himself, but before he could get out, there was a sharp tug on the collar he was wearing.   The raven-haired teen was jerked back into his seat, his head pulled downward, into Itachi's lap.     Sasuke scowled as he looked up at his Aniki's face, disgusted. They were in the fuckin' car! Someone could walk by, and see, dammit! (NOTE: The car is parked in their driveway . . . )     He had been down in that position before, with his head in Itachi's lap, and never liked it. Itachi tended to do . . . provocative things to him in public places, and although no one ever seemed to notice, Sasuke always felt like the whole world had been watching; like voyeurs peering across at him, as Itachi fondled him under the table of a restaurant.     When Itachi didn't make a move, Sasuke tried to get up again, only to be pulled back down.   What was Itachi's problem?! He didn't have time to try to figure out what was on his brother's mind!   "What?!" The raven-haired teen growled, "Why are you holding me down?"   Itachi's features were blank, as usual, before he smirked, and gently nudged Sasuke's head in a bit closer to his abdomen. It was obvious what Itachi wanted, but Sasuke wasn't so sure if he was willing to participate while they were out in the open like this, where someone could come over and see.   Though, it's not like he ever willingly participated, but when you have a cock shoved down your throat, it’s either suck, or choke. Sasuke had, at one time, chose the latter, but he vowed, for reasons he rather not mention, to never try that again.     Death by cock-suffocation was embarrassing enough, but death by brother's cock was just downright humiliating.     "NO!" Sasuke struggled. "Take me to Naruto!" He growled, when he realized Itachi wasn't trying to hold him down anymore.     When Sasuke was, once again, sitting up, with his back to his elder and his feet hanging out the car door. He leaped forward, and stumbled slightly as he landed on the concrete driveway. Turning his head, the teen glared at his stoic brother, who was still seated in the car, but Itachi just frowned slightly, as usual.   "You bastard! If Naruto has one single wound on him, I'll . . . I'll-"     "You'll what?" Itachi asked, his voice cutting through Sasuke's threat like a hot-blade. "You're harmless, as far as I'm concerned. Naruto means nothing to me. It's you who wants him, and you who has his safety in your hands."     Sasuke froze. Itachi . . . wouldn't . . . harm Naruto if he didn't . . . obey him, would he? Why was he making this so hard?! Putting so much on his shoulders?!     Itachi smirked again. "Get a hold of yourself, Otouto . . . I have yet to even start to play with you."   As he said that, Sasuke watched warily, as Itachi stepped out of the car and walked to the passenger side; the side Sasuke was currently standing on, and shut the door Sasuke had left open.     Itachi hadn't planned on Sasuke staying put as he approached him, but no matter. So maybe he wouldn't get to use his new chain to drag Sasuke back to him, watching the despair in his younger brother's eyes, but nonetheless, he'll still have some fun . . .     "Sasuke?"     The aforementioned boy refused to acknowledge his elder's voice. Itachi was nothing to him, Sasuke thought, and if he ever got the chance, he wouldn't hesitate to get Itachi out of his life!     Itachi frowned. He figured Sasuke was thinking something morbid about him, but that only made what he was about to do all the more fun. "Don't be stubborn, Sasuke. This is your own fault. It could have been avoided, had you listened to me. If you must blame someone for what will come, blame yourself."     With that said, Itachi stepped up to Sasuke, looming dangerously over the younger teen. Just as the elder reached his hand up, to run his fingers through his Otouto's hair, Sasuke slapped his hand way.     "Don't. Touch. Me," He growled, snapping off each word, violently. "Don't you dare try to blame me for your sick, twisted mind! I didn't ask to be treated like this! You’re so fucked up, but you just don't see it! I can't beli-"     Itachi smacked him across the cheek.     "Shut your mouth."     And with that, the tension between the two brothers rose. Sasuke lowered his head. If . . . if he hit Itachi back . . . would...would Itachi kill him? Memories flashed through his mind, the memory of when he'd actually thought defending himself against Itachi was the sane thing to do. No . . . Itachi wouldn't kill him . . . hurt him, yes, but not kill . . . Physical harm wasn't as bad as psychological and emotional instability, was it?     It really didn't matter, Sasuke mused, because once he had Naruto back, safe in his arms, he had every intention of nevercoming back to this wretched place, where Itachi resided. Even if he had to live in a shelter somewhere . . . anything to get away from Itachi.   Itachi pulled Sasuke flush against him, gently, unnoticeably grinding his hard-on into the younger teen's stomach. Of course, the slight gyrating of his hips may have gone unnoticed by anyone who just happened to walk by, or by one of the guards who saw what was going on, but didn't care enough to risk their lives to stop; but for Sasuke, he could clearly feel Itachi's erection, pushing up against his stomach. He could feel Itachi's hands, tugging him closer in a slightly forceful fashion, yet not rough enough to leave bruises.   Sasuke could tell Itachi was getting impatient; little telltale signs the older would let off, could be used as a sort of countdown. First, he’d get a bit rougher, nothing too noticeable, but Sasuke was used to this, so he was able to perceive it.     Then, he'd start to get . . . what's the word? Paranoid. He'd look around continuous, not stopping his actions, mind you. Then he would, suddenly stop, and start to grope around on Sasuke's body, like he's feeling around for weapons; though Sasuke was almost positive Itachi never feared he would pull out a weapon against him, but nonetheless, Itachi groped, felt, and grabbed every part of Sasuke he could reach, without moving from his spot.     Lastly, he'd pull Sasuke as close as he could get him, looping a finger through his younger brother's jeans, and tug Sasuke toward his desired destination.   Sasuke never really realized before why Itachi reacted the way he did before he'd take Sasuke in a secluded place; bedroom, bathroom, or the backseat of their car (or the limo), but when after his parents' death a few years back, he realized.     While Itachi had gotten rough with him, he would lose his focus slightly. Only focusing on Sasuke, his body, and his own needs. As talented as Itachi had been at detecting the sounds of footsteps, or any sense of danger, Itachi, like any other human in the world; yes . . . the wonderfully talented, and great Itachi, lost his concentration while on a whim of lust for his exotic, little brother!   So, as if on cue, Itachi would suddenly get paranoid, looking around for any sign of their parents, or an aunt, or kinsman nearby, who might have seen or heard Sasuke weak attempts to stop Itachi. Also, take notice, that Itachi short 'paranoia trips' could also be counted as guilt trips. Obviously he knew what he did to Sasuke was wrong, thus he made sure to hide it.   And then the groping, Sasuke couldn't really remember a time Itachi hadn't touched him. It started when he was relatively young, when his parents were still alive, yet they hadn't noticed. And Itachi, well . . . Sasuke wasn't really sure why Itachi was as . . . demented as he was, but no other member of his family, as he could recall, was like that.   There were a few people, who would remain nameless, lest he curse their souls to be condemned for another eternity in Hell, who the raven-haired teen was almost certain knew what Itachi did, yet didn't dare try to step in; even when they heard him pleading with Itachi 'not to touch him in his special place'. And, how could he forget the ones who actually took pleasure from the sight of him being felt up by his brother.     Perhaps they did deserve another couple centuries in Hades, burning and repenting continuously for watching and not intervening!   Sasuke was snapped out of his musing by a sharp tug at his jeans. Itachi had looped his fingers through the belt-hole, pulling his younger brother along, toward the house.   Itachi, like every other Uchiha, was very clever, Sasuke knew. So as a child, he had never told his parents how he and Itachi played their special games; even when some of those games weren't very fun . . . He never told anyone, because Itachi seemed to read his mind. Whenever the thought of telling someone crossed his mind, Itachi would know, and he wouldn't be happy; or too gentle when they played later that night, either . . .     Itachi would loop his finger through Sasuke's jeans, as his cloak was draped over the hold; no one was able to see Sasuke was being tugged after Itachi. They, he hoped, just figured he was following his big brother; idiots! No one seemed to notice the terrified and despaired look on his face . . .     The two brothers reached the front door, Sasuke still lost in his thoughts, and Itachi musing to himself of all the fun he could have. Just as he shut the door, he heard a muffled growl, remembering the little blonde boy who he disliked being near his Sasuke.     Kisame was standing by a window, near the door, obviously waiting for Itachi to come inside. "You shouldn't do stuff like that out in public, someone might see," The blue-skinned man observed.   Itachi didn't bother to reply. Kisame would see his mistake.   "But, of course, that's your choice," Kisame corrected.   Sasuke silently walked at his brother's side, finally realizing they were inside the house. The first thing he noticed, was the first thing he looked for: Naruto!     When he tried to pull away, Itachi only held tighter.   "Are you that anxious to play, Otouto?"   Sasuke looked horrified. "Naruto . . . " But of course, Naruto wasn't able to respond with the gag in his mouth.     The blonde-haired teen's eyes were glazed over, slightly shimmering with unshed tears. But Sasuke noticed the look of worry on Naruto's face, even if the gag was covering the majority of his face.     Itachi remained emotionless, as he pulled Sasuke down the hall, toward the basement; where he kept his many toys . . . toys he only had for Sasuke.   Although Sasuke was nearly scared stiff of going back down that foreboding hallway, toward the one place in this world he absolutely dreaded (besides Itachi's room), he was slightly relieved to know that Naruto was not going down there, too. The last thing he needed now was for the one person he leaned on to become as unstable and as unwittingly vulnerable as him.   And he was sure, Itachi wouldn't hesitate to break Naruto, in every which way he could possibly think or imagine. Itachi wasn't one to hesitate, though he might play for a while; but it wouldn't be any fun for Naruto, if anything, it would be unimaginable pain ,as well as Sasuke could remember it (after all, he was down in the same basement not more than a day ago ).   Itachi made sure his victim was pleased. Or at least, make sure that Sasuke would cum.   And of course, who was Sasukenot to be upset? Itachi raped him, then shoved in his face the fact that Sasuke had cum. For Itachi, that was almost the greatest pleasure of all; to watch Sasuke try to deny that he didn't want the painful pleasures that Itachi willingly gave him. It was almost erotic the way Sasuke would writhe in chains, and a collar (sometimes a leash, too), with sweat dripping off his glistening body, tears staining his flushed cheeks, as he whimpered small pleas for Itachi to stop. Then contradicted himself by begging Itachi to let him cum. Such a beautiful sight it was, how could Sasuke expect him to stop?     Foolish Otouto.    Sasuke didn't know his own beauty. But that was alright. Itachi would show him, and he'd let Naruto watch as he exploited such beauty; beauty that only Sasuke could possess.   Itachi smirked, but Sasuke didn't see it; the hallway toward the basement was too dark.   They reached the door to the basement, but Sasuke wasn't willing to step across that threshold. He could see nothing in the basement, except for a few steps that led down into the basement.   When Itachi pulled him forward, he pulled back. This was the last place he wanted to go . . .   "No," Sasuke stated firmly. Even though he figured Itachi could see right through his forced bravery.   Itachi had, in fact, saw through Sasuke's attempt at standing his ground, but like all the times before, Sasuke failed to do so.   "Don't make this any harder, Sasuke," Itachi warned. "If you were obedient, then this could have been avoided."     Sasuke still tried to hold his ground, but nonetheless, was pulled into the darkness, as Itachi descended down the stairs.   ***     Naruto lay on the floor, chest-down, gag in his mouth, and Deidara's foot on his back. He looked over his shoulder, watching as Itachi pulled Sasuke down a hall, unable to help.   The blonde was upset, confused, and overall disgusted . . . with himself. Not a few minutes ago, was he and Sasuke at his house, ready to eat ramen, and watch TV. But then, something unexpected happened. Itachi ACTUALLY came to Naruto's home.     In all honesty, Itachi had never, or Naruto didn't think he had, been to Naruto's house, because usually, when he called for Sasuke to come home, Sasuke went home.   But today, Sasuke refused, and thus Itachi came for him. Naruto almost felt the fear that radiated off Sasuke a few moments ago. It made him fearful, even though he was almost certain he would be fine in the end . . . Sasuke on the other hand was in totally different hands.   Deidara, Sasori, and Kisame, despite numerous threats to his health and life, had yet to actually cause Naruto any harm, besides a slight bump on the head. They hadn't touched him other than that, and Naruto felt safer (even though he wasn't ) in their hands, then he felt Sasuke was in Itachi's hands.   Naruto waited for something to happen. No sounds were vibrating through the mansion, NO SCREAMS, pained groans, muffled cries, nothing.   In fact, the only sounds Naruto could make out, was Deidara's voice, though he was too deep in thought to care what was being said. Kisame, and Sasori, both looked indefinitely bored, and promptly plopped down on the closest seat to them. And Naruto, well, he could do nothing but squirm and wiggle, but no freedom came to him, in all actuality, Deidara laughed at him, digging his foot deeper into Naruto's back.   And that went on for about an hour.   Naruto didn't remember closing his eyes, maybe he dozed off, or perhaps passed out, or something, but there was a dull ache in his back, insistently pulsing, making itself known. As he looked at his surroundings, he instantly realized he was being dragged, quite roughly, toward a dark entryway.   He could almost see everything behind him (since he's being dragged, behind him is the direction he's being pulled in.) There was a tall black door, looming ominously in the shadow of the hallway, a golden knob, and serval golden bolts hinged to the door, making it seem suspiciously like the door to a dungeon.   Being able to do nothing else, but be dragged, since he was still tied, and gagged, Naruto waited to see where he was being pulled.     He could tell, just by looking at it, the door was thick, solid, and probably made of metal. Kisame stopped in front of the large door, still holding Naruto's shirt-collar, and pressed a button the wall ( Naruto hadn't noticed it there, until now).   After a few moments, Kisame twisted the golden knob, and heaved open the door. He pulled Naruto up on his feet, and led him down shadow-covered stairs, to a solid concrete floor.   There was very little lighting, or at least where he was standing there was little to no lighting, but up ahead, down another hall(this one with lights, solid, concrete walls, and only one door). He could see a shadowed figure, standing under the doorframe, only slightly lit by the hall's lights.   But he couldn't tell who it was. ALL of Itachi's bitches wore black and red cloaks. Fuckin' clones.   The blonde teenager didn't try to resist. He had a deep, aching feeling that Sasuke was down here, most likely in the room, up ahead. Maybe it was the bruise on his back from Deidara's foot that caused the ache, but Naruto was almost positive that Sasuke was down here.   And the pair of white shorts(1) on the hall floor, proved it.   ***TBC***   A.N. This fic is turning out harder than I thought it would. I just can't seem to write Angsty dark fics. Yea, Comedy is my thing. Its something I'm trying DAMN HARD to keep out of this fic! This is a Dark fic, so . . . yea . . . funny mishaps, isn’t supposed to happen.   (1) Not sure if Sasuke’s shorts are white or what? So I put white. ‘Cause you know, like his shirt, it’s sometimes black, other times blue, well, his pants are sometimes white, and sometimes kinda..bage-white...I dunno. White ,it is.   Anyhow, I'd like to thank everyone. Really. You all have been encouraging me to update and I'm grateful to have such loyal and approving readers.   AND, I'd like to give thanks again, to my NEW BETA! (I gotta beta, I gotta beta!) Karasu!   -I've never had a beta before, so when I got comments saying there were mistakes and stuff, and that I should get a beta(in a nice way, of course), I was like "Beta? What's that?" Anyhow, Karasu volunteered, and Da-Dah! I have a beta for Void! (Thanks again Karasu ^_^)