Alright, so this is first story on this account, and I would like to know what everyone thinks. It may not all be good, but I can deal with that!

I do not own any of the Naruto characters and this story is strictly fanmade.

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It was a squealing sound...where was it radiating from? A warmth was hitting the right side of his face, but he could not see what was the cause. Grimacing, he pushed against the wall. Nothing. That was not even a push. Hell, that wasn't even a wall. What is it?

Not that he would ever admit it, but he was rather frightened. He was rendered paralyzed by some unseen force but he could feel it near him. A chill ran down the length of his spine, and a shiver racked through his frame. There was a cough being held in the depths of his throat, creeping up his larynx to burst free.

He took a deep breath, through his nose, and ran what he remembered through his mind. He could recall a little girl crying, his own screams trying to make someone stop, a kick to the back of his knee and then he fell. Fell, to not arise until he was strung on a wall; he was in someplace he did not recall. His ears felt as if they were bleeding from the screeching noise, dammit! What the hell was it? He had to know or he was afraid he might go crazy. Crazy.

What if you already are? Where was the voice- it was his voice resounding through his thoughts. He thought he had been rid of that voice for a long time, since before he was with Orochimaru. Some things in life are there in the shadows even when you thought you owned the shadows. He was bound and frustrated. He wanted to scream but instead began to tug at his bindings once more. None of his attempts got him further than when he tried to open his eyes. At the mention of eyes, a pair flashed through his mind. Crimson red, black lines underneath. He clenched his eyes closed, shaking his head to the side.

Not a moment after his new movement did he feel the thing beside his stir. No, not only stir but grab his arm; yank! He was pulled, against the will of his binds into another person's body. A strong body, slighter taller than his own. The feeling of something dancing across his face drew his attention, until he realized it was the other's hair ghosting across his pale skin. If that was the hair, then where was the hands? The thought worried him to no end, then a sound like no other reached his ears.

"Hello, Sasuke- kun." The casual, smooth tone used almost made him resort to crying.

His mind registered that it was the one he did not want to believe it was, yet, he knew. He knew that voice from anywhere; the one from so long ago. It still had the affect of making him want to crawl into fetal position; almost. Right now, however, he could not help but tile his head to the side. The urge to hit the impudent one he used to call Nii-san surged through his veins, rendering all other thoughts senseless.

His mind jolted into another fashion when he did find where the hands were. One, almost tenderly, was stroking his raven locks. His dearest big brother was trying to show affection, how sweet. Fuck you, Itachi. Fuck you to the seven hells. He ground his teeth, emitting a growl from low in his throat.

A chuckle, a fucking chuckle was all he received. Not only that but he could feel the sneer on the other's face; oh how his hatred boiled. It threatened to overspill. Now, the other hand. It was placed behind his head, playing with the knot in place. It was as if the hand was contemplating unbinding the younger's vision. The thought of Uchiha Itachi even thinking such a gesture made the smaller Uchiha want to laugh. However, much to his surprise, the knot was loosened and slipped from his eyes a moment later. It landed on the cotton sheets, the black cloth blending into the black sheets.

"Still as pretty as ever, little brother." This time he could see the, not sneer, but smirk. If his arms were not bound he would have punched that bastard's look straight off.

"Still an ass, I see." He did not know what other words to give him, and was rather disappointed at the way his voice seemed to crack.

The crack in his voice seemed to lighten the mood for Itachi, as his hand drifted down his baby brother's shirt. The teasing touches were making Sasuke squirm, something he did not appreciate.

"What a dreadful little mouth you have. If only there was some," He paused, "some way to fix that problem."

Sasuke, not knowing what the elder was talking inferring upon, simply snorted. Desperately he tried to force the hand away from his body, not wanting them to travel any further. Oh no, Itachi had felt a little too much. Hell, his eyes had seen too much! Forget his han- okay maybe not.

"Leave my damn shirt alone." Sasuke was more than happy at the commanding tone he was able to use this time.

The different tone had no affect on his elder as the chilled hands made their way beneath his shirt, stroking the toned skin that was revealed.

Itachi seemed to marvel at the smoothness and the look of fragility. He knew his baby brother, beneath his cold exterior, was just the frail little boy he had known in his childhood. His red eyes scanned the luminescent skin under his fingers. His fingers roaming over the nubs on the boys chest, holding back the urge to smile as they hardened from his touch. Only his touch, he decided, would make any part of his brothers body react like that.

After a few minutes of playing with his little brother, he stood. He swiftly moved across the room, which Sasuke finally took notice of. It was a quaint room, with only a few items within. One was the bed he was laying on, a table with a bouquet in a vase, a book shelf with scrolls laying on the tops of the books, and finally the hissing fireplace his brother was poking at. The flames licked at the metal pole within Itachi's lithe fingers.

Sasuke jumped when his brother cast a glance to him over his shoulder. Those eyes held something within them that Sasuke could not and would not decipher. When Itachi pushed himself away from the fire, the pole was still within his hand. Sasuke kept his eyes on that thing and realized what was on the top. It was the Uchihacrest.

"Sasuke, if you are bound to your house forever...does that mean you will be bound to me forever?"

Sasuke could feel the bed shift under Itachi's weight so he decided to close his eyes. He did not want to know where Itachi was going with this. He could feel his shirt being pushed over his shoulder, resting in place.

"Yes, you are bound to me forever." He smirked down at the boy under his gaze, and pressed the burning metal onto his skin. Not only did a scream rip from his brother's throat but a pretty welt began to form as soon as he removed the searing rod from the raven's skin. After running a hand over his mark, he kissed the boy's forehead.

The last thing said was, "Orochimaru can not compete with that."

-I may not update this, it just depends on the reviews and if people wish to see more. So let me know! -.O