Well, let's see…ummm
No, I have no clue why the hell I wrote this story…
Not a HUMONGOUS yaoi fan…But I actually am proud of it
It has a story! -le gasp-
Well, as of now I wrote this for Kirachan12, who actually IS a yaoi fan…so here's to you Kira-chan
Whether or not I'll continue it, I have no clue…but if it gets a lot of attention (and I feel like it will) maybe I'll keep it going…
Hmm, it's a mystery…enjoy
Description: When Sasuke parents die in an unexpected car crash, Sasuke is left under the care of his older brother, Itachi. But, Itachi has other ideas for Sasuke. And how does Naruto fit into all this? ItaSasu with a lemon on top
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, or Thousand Foot Krutch's song "The Art of Breaking"
Warning: It's rated M for a reason...:D some swearing in there as well, so if you don't like it, here's your last chance
When I feel numb, I'll let you know,
I won't become what I was before,
You cannot kill what's not your creation,
This is the Art of Breaking
My eyes squinted open as the sound of my cell's ring tone woke me up from my once peaceful sleep. I blinked repeatedly to clear my vision so I could make out the numbers on my clock.
7:00 AM stared at me in bright, neon green lights as I stared back lazily, as if trying to comprehend the message. Then it hit me.
7:00! 7-fucking-:00!!! I missed the first hour of school!
"Shit!" I hurriedly threw the covers off myself and scrambled to my dresser, before I remembered.
Phone -.-;
I ran back to my bedside table and picked up the still vibrating phone, flipping it open quickly as I scrambled back to the dresser.
"Hello?"
"DUDE! Where Are You!? Skipping school is definitely not like you, Sasuke-teme!!"
I flinched slightly as he screamed bloody murder into my ear, jarring my half awake mind into full consciousness. Not exactly the best thing when you just woke up.
"I didn't skip, dobe. I just woke up not even 5 min. ago." I answered calmly in complete contrast to his obnoxious voice as I continued to dig furiously through my drawers for some clothes to complete the day with.
"Uh…TEME!!! THAT'S SKIPPING!!!"
I rolled my eyes, annoyed that he was still yelling right in my damn ear, so decided for my well-being to put it on speaker and toss it onto the bed as I began changing into my choice of clothes. Black chain Tripp pants and a plain black shirt with the phrase: "Piss Off" stated clearly in white letters on the front.
"Not if it wasn't my fault, Dobe. My alarm got unset somehow and didn't wake me up…I should be there in 15 min."
"I don't think so, Otouto."
I paused in the middle of putting my shirt on, finishing with said task before looking over at my doorway at the intruder, it having been my brother, Itachi. Oh, if only he had the chance to read my shirt. -.-;
"Who was that!?"
I bolted my gaze back to my cell, having completely forgotten Naruto was still there in that short amount of time, surprisingly enough.
"Uh, I'll see you at school, Naruto!" I managed to say quickly, lunging at the phone and closing it, hanging it up before I could get a protest from the blonde. Returning to glaring menacingly at my intruding brother.
"No need, Otouto. I called in already and said you were sick."
My glare surprisingly got even more fierce than before, standing upright from the bed, not once taking my eyes from him.
"No, Itachi. I'm not letting you control me anymore."
He only smirked at me, as if he wasn't taking me seriously, which only furthered in pissing me off.
"I wouldn't talk like that…unless you want to take a trip to 'you know where'."
I growled lowly at him, successfully imitating some type of pissed off animal. I hated how easily he could get away with everything. And how pathetic he been able to make me act…make me feel even.
Around 3 years ago, our parents had gotten into a car crash that took both their lives in an instant. Since Itachi was 18 at the time, custody of myself was granted to him. Unfortunately, Itachi took this to his own sick advantage.
Being only 10, I was his own little obedient dog and did all he asked; never questioned why; never doubted his words. Even when the concept of 'Brotherly Love' got out of hand.
It hurt when I found out he'd basically used me. And it was then that I started to hate him, and vowed to get out of this house as soon as possible to get away from him.
Despite my own words and threats of leaving, or telling someone what he had done to me for some many years, I couldn't do it. All through my life, he'd been stronger. I couldn't challenge him for beans. He threatened that if I ever tried to go against him, he would simply get rid of me. Even though that was sort of what I wanted…he'd send me to some orphanage, and be perfectly sure I would stay there for the rest of my life. That or end up on the street. I just lived with it, as much as it killed me to. I'd only needed to live out 2 more years before I could actually get away and live on my own legally.
He had surprised me this time, though. Usually when he decided to use me, he'd just come get me from school. This was a bit unusual, but at the same time not really. It was Itachi; he always had a new plan.
"You know the drill then, Sasuke." He said, the smug smirk never leaving his face as he approached me. I stood my ground despite my obvious fear of him.
"I'm going to get away from you! I'll get you thrown in jail for this, you sick bastard!"
I yelled straight at his face, just wanting him to get the hell away from me, forever. But all he did was smirk. Then before I could protest, he had me on the bed, straddling my waist, surprising me a bit.
"So you're going to be a bit tougher this time, hmm? Well, we can't have that." He said in such a tone, you could practically hear the venom drip from each word. I could feel cold fingers at my waist move upwards, along with my shirt. Once he had it off, I went about trying to get him the hell off of me, struggling, pushing away, turning away, not looking at him, anything I could do.
Then I heard a slight jingling noise, opening my eyes to see he had removed one of the chains from my Tripp pants, grabbing hold of my wrists in one hand and tying them with said chain to the headboard. He still only smirked. "I told you. We can't have that."
I glared up at him briefly before I clamped my eyes closed at the feeling of moist lips on my neck, accompanied by the disgusting feeling of his tongue raking my skin. I wiggled uncomfortably from him. I didn't want to have to go through this again. But he didn't seem to care.
He continued moving his offending mouth downward, where he nipped at my collarbone, sucking the sensitive skin till he no doubt left a mark. Icy cold hands returned to my waist again, making quick work of my pants before they were off, followed closely by my boxers, revealing myself completely to him.
I whimpered slightly as I felt his fingers pry their way into my mouth, circling around and getting them coated in my own saliva. After much hesitation, I responded slightly to his actions and worked my own tongue around his fingers. At least he was giving enough care to lubricate, so might as well just get it over with.
I moaned slightly despite his fingers occupying my mouth, feeling his other hand move over my revealed erection, hardening to his touch almost instantly, I moaned again. It was apparent he was pleased with this response, as I could feel his own length harden against my thigh.
Slowly, his fingers were removed from my mouth, leaving me panting slightly from all this pleasure washing over me. I whimpered slightly as I opened my eyes halfway to see him moving my legs over his shoulders. Eyes were instantly closed again as I felt wet fingers push inside me uncomfortably, causing another slightly louder moan to emanate from my throat. I was silenced by his own lips now, taking the advantage of my gaping mouth to intrude with his own tongue. Soon enough, our tongues wrestled for dominance.
Despite his attempt to silence me, moans still escaped from me through our kiss as his fingers pushed in deeper, pulled out uncomfortably slow, then pushed in deeper still. His hand, which I had even forgotten was still over my erection, but I was reminded when he began to pump in a somewhat erratic fashion, which only raised the volume in my moans.
I could feel myself getting closer and closer to my climax, but before I could be relieved of all this built up pleasure, he stopped suddenly, removing his fingers slowly and breaking our earlier kiss. I slowly opened my eyes, just to see what the hell was going on, but they soon became clamped shut again when I felt the familiar size of his own erection enter now, practically screaming at the sudden pain.
This may not of been the first time, but the feeling of him pushing deeper then fingers could reach could be compared to being ripped apart.
Small moans escaped in between each of his hard thrusts, and once I could feel a familiar spot being struck, pleasure completely clouded my senses and small moans only got louder and more frequent as the same spot was hit again and again.
"Ah…Nii-san…harder…"
Begging was pathetic, but when he corresponded and got more aggressive with his thrusts, I didn't care anymore as long as it had worked.
Another loud moan came from myself, knowing I was getting closer and closer to my climax. I surrendered to the pleasure and cummed all over both our stomachs with yet another loud moan. He suddenly started to get more erratic with his thrusts, and I knew he was getting close as well. Soon enough, I could feel his own cum fill inside me. He rode out his climax slowly, the only sound to be heard was both of our heavy breathing, and then this torture was finally over. I felt a slight pressure on the side of my face, slowly opening my eyes to see his hand had turned my head to face him, and of course wore that same smug smirk.
"See? Now is it so hard to just listen and be a good boy?"
My mind now came back to realize exactly what had happened yet again, and I glared back up at him angrily.
"I…hate you…so much." He only shook his head, releasing my hands from it's bind before standing up, getting dressed again after wiping off the residue of before with the sheet, looking back at me.
"Hate me all you want, Otouto. It won't change anything."
I glared up at him still, before I could feel exhaustion flood over me. Before I knew it, all went black and I fell back into a sleep, only one thing left as my last thought.
This is the Art of Breaking.
Well, there ya go…
Yea, I understand 1st P.O.V isn't probably the best way to write a hardcore yaoi, but oh well…I write best in 1st person…
Heh, yaoi is something I definetly have trouble writing…But keep an eye open on the story, I may continue it…I have somewhat of a storyline planned…but iono…
R&R!