Hello there, I am a new author here at and untill I get the hang of things pleaseput upwith me... Also this is my first fanfiction on ANYTHING.
Disclaimer time: I do not in any shape or form own any of the character, at all. seeing to how this makes me sad, lets just jump into the story, alrighty?
a/n: thoughts
"dialog"
story
To Sasuke there was only black or white, good or evil.
"Louder." Came the husky voice of his brother in his dreams, It really is funny how he always gave in to his brothers desires, even before he know what they meant. A childish voice complied with a loud moan and a squeal of delight. The movements of his brother back then always made him feel things that a boy shouldn't feel for another boy, let alone one's own brother. The sweat on their bodies made it easier to touch and feel each other in the erotic ways that became accustomed between the two. Hands slid to forbidden places and mouths left the ugliest of marks meaning ownership. Back then He didn't understand what was being done to him, but he now does. It's disgusting to think about. "Aniki," came a childish voice out of the quiet. "I love you." He never gets any sleep now; He's always plagued with these dreams, no memories of the times that his brother had molested him. "Sasuke, you always make me feel... Human. You are my everything."
After that statement I wake with a jump. I was a damned fool to believe my brothers lies back then, I am a damned fool to keep having these dreams. Why couldn't my brother have been more like a brother? It wasn't supposed to be like it was, or end like it did. After my family was ruthlessly killed by the one I cherished more than my own life and then was told to hate him, to kill him. It crushed me. I hate him and I want to kill him, I am the avenger for all wrongs he committed.
My brother is the reason that I left konoha, and all the others. I needed to get stronger, and I definitely wasn't in that village. Even though they meant well my sensei and the rest of my team, team seven, were just holding my potential back. Not that I even asked for their ineffective help anyway. Where was everyone after the massacre happened? They were with there own families, not paying any mind that a child in the village had lost his!
I lie in the bed a bit longer, and then I sit up and crawl over to the edge and stand up stretching. It is really cold in "my" one roomed shack, so I decide to go over to the fire place and start a fire. After a few quick hand signs and a breath of fire the wood is crackling and warming the room. "That's better," I say to myself as I sit on the edge of the bed to eat cold leftovers of last night's meal, fish. I cringe in degust as I take a bite of the fish to find out that it tasted as bad as I thought it would, if not worse.
I stand up, put out the fire, and gather my weapons so that I can move to the next spot to search for my brother. Once I have all my possessions I set out. The day out seems like a good one, the sky is only partly cloudy and the wind is warm. I look up in to the leaves of the tree that I stop under and enjoy the nice weather. It seems like it has been an eternity since the weather has been pleasant, it has been either: raining, cold, or even snowing at times. I open my eyes and continue on my search, I don't have time to stop and enjoy the weather.
The day started out well but the clouds gathered together quickly, and it started raining about mid-after noon. The rain was so horrid that I am forced to stop and make camp... In the coldest and darkest of the places I could choose. A cave. I had the hardest time finding wood that would be able to be lit, so I was out in the rain for a while and was dripping wet by the time I returned to the cave. I used the same hand signs from earlier this morning and soon had a fire lit. Though I do really think that I would be of much use, the walls of the cave reach towering heights, and are made of cold stone.
Surrounded in the bubble of protective light I set up my sleeping bag and crawl in it. Though it is mid-day I soon find myself drifting off to sleep. I am soon surrounded in not only the light of the fire, but a dream as well. Yet another dream of my accursed brother, and my 'love" for him. The only difference is that I am not a child, but I am in my teens. I am the age that I currently am. The atmosphere of the dream is one of happiness, but my dream-self is crying, and bleeding. My eyes are blank like death, but I am animated. I am like a porcelain doll.
"Fuck!"
I then shoot into a sitting position, fully awake. While I was sleeping the fire went out and the sky had darkened, so I was searching the dark for... something. I decided start the fire again just to make sure that there isn't anything, or anyone, is there. It takes a few moments for my eyes to adjust to the new amount of light. When I finally could see I got a surprise that hadn't been expected.
"Itachi..." I say in the most disgusted voice I can master.
"Brother, Tsk...Tsk...Tsk... I can't believe that you still aren't strong enough."
I then stand up and jump at my brother, just to be swatted back on to the dirt. I stood up again just to return to the spot I was not even a minute ago. I can't believe I am really this weak, I can't even stand up!
"Itachi you are so evil, how could you just kill all of those people, they were our family!" I yell from my position on the ground "I was so innocent and manipulative, and you took advantage of that!" I suddenly feel a warm wetness run down one cheek, then another. Great, I'm crying. Another showing of weakens.
"So, little brother, you think that you are so innocent? You think that because you haven't done things like I have, don't you? You are wrong little brother, wrong. You are a shinobi, you kill and you live for yourself. You are still so naive, not everything is black and white."
Before I can even fully digest all that was said to me my brother was next to me, touching me like he used to. I try to make him stop, but that only makes things worse. I look up into the eyes of the brother I once loved in a way that I didn't understand. I hate this man standing before me, my brother, but I can't help but feel a love there, a love that has always been there. I hate that feeling of love as well.
"Try to stop me brother, just try. The colder your touch, the more it turns me on. The more tears you cry, the faster beats my heart. You can try to stop what you know you want to, and make me want you all the more. I might end up having to take you, beautiful little brother, in ways that I have never managed with you. If you don't give in, well who knows, I may just have to take what I have wanted all these years." Says my brother in THAT husky tone he used back then, I can tell that he is aroused. I could tell because of the way he was breathing.
Suddenly Itachi reached over in pulled me against him, forcing his lips on mine painfully. I yelp in pain. If I hate him, then why do I always react this way when he touches me! Blood runs down my chin in one thick line. I start to reach up and wipe it away, but my brother grabs my hand and forces it back to my side. He holds me down as he leans forward to lick up the blood on my chin, and suck on my lower lip to claim any blood coming from the wound. God, my brother is such a masochist sometimes... WAIT! Why am I thinking such things! I hate my brother!
"Little brother... Sasuke... You deny yourself so." Itachi says eyes half lidded, lustful. "Your eyes betray your words. I can look at you and see that you want me to push you back onto the dirt, strip every last bit of clothing you have on, and fuck you sense-less. But you still say that you are going to avenge our family and kill me, do you always do as you are told?"
Pain. Everything starts to fade, then goes black. Itachi knocked me out. No other thoughts enter my head, seeing as I am out cold.
"Sasuke, I am not going to make love to you on the floor of this dirty cave. You may consider my love as wrong, and you will consider it rape." Itachi states as he picks up his so called lover and carries him out of the darkness of the cave.