Rating: M (mostly for violence)
Pairings: Itachi/Sasuke, but possible side pairings are Sasori/Deidara, Pain/Konan (even though we won't be seeing much of them throughout this), perhaps Kakuzu/Hidan (not sure on this yet though.)
Warnings (Please read this through before you proceed): This story contains: some graphic scenes of torture, bloody violence, incest, yaoi and language. Continue at your own caution, do not flame for content you do not like as you have now been thoroughly warned.
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
This is the edited version of this chapter, so please enjoy.
For the Love of a Brother
Chapter one
A twitch. Just a single twitch of his right pinkie finger that was so imperceptible that not even he would have noticed it had it not actually happened to him. He was no longer curious about why he twitched on rare occasions, just as he no longer wondered why he was here.
He twitched because he knew that his captor was on his way and the nearly imperceptible involuntary movement of his finger was his body's way to tell him that he should try to escape, though he knew it was impossible. It had been impossible for so long and his body should have known that by now.
So when the light, which he sometimes like to think was warm although he knew it was no such thing, flooded his dark cell and allowed him to see the silhouette of the man who had saved him, but had then kept him his prisoner for nearly a year, he knew that the time had come once again. "Do you still deny it?" it was whispered quietly from the shadow at the door, and like every other day that he was asked he simply nodded, not daring to speak a word yet. The man he knew so well walked over to him slowly. "Why do you continue to deny it?" all he could do was stay silent as the man finally stopped in front of him, cloaked still by the shadows.
Another imperceptible twitch; another warning from his brain telling him to get away as the man brought his hand up to touch the chains binding him to the wall, the same wall that he had been bound to for so incredibly long that he could no longer remember just what it felt like to stand. "If you would just finally accept what you know in yourself to be true then I would let you go free," his captor spoke softly and yet still he did not respond.
Finally, though, it seemed that the man had had enough of the silence and so he walked back to the door and only for a moment so that he could grab items that his prisoner's body knew all too well. And while his captor stood at the door he saw the man's face, the same face, that though he had tried to deny it years ago, looked quite akin to his own. When his savior; his captor had grabbed what he wanted he closed the door and the second the door clicked into place a small torch flickered to life in the far left corner so that the, now, torturer could see his prey. "...You..." at first it was all the man got out as he unraveled the whip in his hands, walking across the blood-stained cement floor slowly.
"You make me do horrible things, Sasuke..." and with those softly spoken words the man stopped as he brought his arm back and then forward with such force. The harsh lashing of a whip on skin—breaking skin was all that was heard around the small cell, and didn't go all that unnoticed by the person being put through the torture as he moved his fingers slightly, as it was the only real response that he could give to the pain any longer.
He, Sasuke, stared at his torturer; savior; captor with uncaring, unfeeling onyx eyes as the whip came again across his naked chest, and then again, repeatedly breaking open his beautiful white porcelain skin and staining it with his blood. Though, it was quite soon, quite quicker than any other time he could remember, that the man torturing him stopped. He simply stopped and dropped the whip before coming closer to him, and the suddenness of it all gave Sasuke a bit pause.
When he felt the cold touch of metal on his stomach he flinched, wondering just what was going on. But then his wondering was put to a sudden stop when he felt the burning pinpricks where he was sure the man's hands were. He could only realize, not soon enough it seemed, that his captor had taken the liberty to invent a wonderful new toy for himself. He felt the razor blades running smoothly through his skin as the man began moving his hands, and though Sasuke tried to hold it back and push the pain away, he groaned so softly as his eyes closed.
And with that one tiny groan it all simply stopped. His savior seized up for a moment before removing his hands from Sasuke's body, just a second later taking the contraptions off of his hands so that he could touch Sasuke without harming him. "You make me do such horrible things, Sasuke..." the man said once again as if reminding him as he knelt down, beginning to place his lips against each of the wounds that he had just marred the boy's body with.
"You know I don't want to do this," he whispered gently as his lips ran over a gash left from the whip, soothing it for a moment. "You know that I'm sorry," Sasuke stared at the wall indifferently as he heard the same words that previous encounters had brought forth. "If only you wouldn't keep denying it...then I wouldn't have to do this, Sasuke. Do you understand?" No, he didn't.
"I understand," he replied as usual in his normal robotic way, ignoring what his brain was telling him to say, since he knew this routine too well.
Finally, once his captor was finished kissing and licking his wounds, he stood back up and stared at him. Sasuke could have swore, if he had actually cared enough to really noticed, that his savior looked so desperate. "...You know that I love you, don't you, Sasuke?"
And just like almost every day he replied with the same thing, "yes, Itachi, I know you do."
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This time he did not twitch. His body made no movement of any kind to warn him that the man was coming, and yet he knew it all the same. So when the door opened up and let the light flood the room once again he wasn't surprised to see his savior. "Do you still deny it?" sometimes he wondered if this was ever going to stop.
He didn't speak an answer; he didn't nod in reply; he didn't move at all, really he wouldn't even have breathed if he hadn't absolutely deemed it important. Sasuke was just perfectly still as he stayed chained against his cell wall, not that he had much of a choice but to stay chained against it, but the lack of an answer caused Itachi to walk over to him. "Do you still deny it, Sasuke?" this time his tone was more demanding but he still got no answer.
Itachi stood in front of him after just a moment, almost perfectly unseen by the younger, and placed his hand on his prisoner's neck gently, feeling the boy's pulse faintly underneath his fingertips. "...Sasuke..." he was desperate now, for an answer or for something else entirely Sasuke didn't know, but Sasuke knew that his savior; his captor; his torturer was desperate. "I do not love you, Itachi," he finally replied to the man's question.
Unseen to Sasuke, his savior's eyes closed slowly, in defeat or in sadness he would never actually know, and Itachi's hand clenched against his skin. "Why do you do this, Sasuke?" he often had to wonder just why the man blamed him. It wasn't like he did all these things to himself. And though he often attempted to wrap his head around all of it, and Itachi's madness at that, he could never really understand the other.
"Sasuke... I love you," the words were whispered out in such a tone that if someone who actually loved the man speaking to them heard it, it would have their heart breaking. "Don't make this worse on yourself, Itachi," he spoke gently. Even though he didn't love the man he still did care for him; they were brothers after all.
Once Itachi's eyes opened again the crimson red glow from the Sharingan could be seen in front of him, but the moment that Itachi blinked it was gone. "...I did not come here to harm you, Sasuke; I just came to talk..." he could only give his captor an impassive look while he waited for the man to talk. Slowly, Itachi's hand began to unclench and after a second Sasuke felt the man's fingertips touching his cheek tenderly.
"Kisame and I are going to be leaving for a few days..." Sasuke supposed that at one point in time those words might have brought him joy—hope that someone might save him from this hellish situation that he was in, but he had quickly learned that everyone else didn't care about him in the least. "...I won't go if you don't want me to... I've been rejecting missions lately so that I can stay here with you. Leader isn't too happy about it...but..." Itachi trailed off and pursed his lips.
"Just go," Sasuke told him as his captor took in a deep breath, nodding after a moment as he knew that it would probably be best if he did go. "...I'll come and see you the moment we return then. While we're gone...just think about it," he said softly before leaning forward and pressing his lips to Sasuke's gently. And just like every other time that it happened Sasuke kissed his savior back, knowing that if he didn't he just might never get the man to leave. "I love you, Sasuke," Itachi whispered against his lips before he left the room and shut him in the dark once again.
Sasuke remained chained against his cell wall, unmoving, uncaring, unfeeling of the world around him that kept going on even though it felt like he was no longer in it. Though at least now he had some time to himself—some time to reflect on some of the things that had happened to him in the past year.
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A wonderful, most wonderful, question would have been, why was he here? But he no longer actually cared about that, for he knew why he was here. He was here because Itachi had saved him. It now seemed like forever ago to him that it had happened, but Itachi had saved him from himself and from Orochimaru, and for the life of him he couldn't remember how the man had done it. Although he supposed that all that really mattered was that the man had indeed done it.
He was here because Itachi had saved him. The man had saved him and brought him back to the Akatsuki base, something he never would have thought the man to do before it had actually happened. He was here, in this cell specifically, because Itachi had shared his bed with him, and he wondered often if that had never happened if his savior's feelings for him never would have arose.
It was most simply put really, that he was chained up in his cell because his savior; his captor; his torturer; his brother loved him, and that unrequited love had driven the man mad, if he hadn't already been mad to begin with. And he had been chained against the wall of the cell so suddenly—tortured so mercilessly that he wondered whether or not his brother actually knew what love really was. But he no longer questioned things like that for they were a waste of his time, though he did have a lot of time to waste.
And so, for so long he had been tortured and then tenderly kissed, in his elder brother's attempt to win him over—to win his love. Was this really what his brother had been reduced to, torture and misguided feelings? He now could no longer look upon the man with the same adoration that he used to hold for him. No, now he could only stare at Itachi as one would stare at a caged wild animal, waiting to get loose and tear apart every living thing in its site. You could only look upon something like that with pity. And the truth was...he did pity his brother.
TBC...
A/N: Here is the edited chapter one, I believe that it is much better than the original so I do hope that you enjoyed it, and that you review. Thank you.
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