This is a small drabble series I thought up after reading an ItaSaku oneshot. It's going to deal with many facets of life involving many pairings and many of the decisions we make in life.
Official summary: For every facet of life, there is a choice. With those choices come the fine lines that separate the two. Whether we cross them or not, is something we decide.
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Stop right there. That's exactly where I lost it.
See that line. Well I never should have crossed it.
- Who I am Hates Who I've Been by Relient K
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Title: Obsession
Genre: Angst/ Romance/ Drama
Rating: M
Pairing: Itachi/Sasuke
Summary: Obsession was never a healthy thing. It tore apart his life and numbed him to the world. It was what had caused this. Obsession was to blame. (ItaSasu.)
Note: My first attempt at yaoi and incest (see, I told you in my profile that this day would finally come).
Don't Own Naruto or anything else.
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He couldn't say exactly when this started happening, but he knew the beginning of their twisted fairytale.
They were brothers, bonded by family and blood. He had looked up to his older brother, had been proud to say he was related to the Uchiha genius, but that was before everything happened. Before Itachi slaughtered their family and his life spiraled out of control.
After the bodies were buried and the last of the villagers offered their condolences, he had stood before his parents' graves, mourning. He mourned for the mother who had loved him unconditionally and taught him to hold his head up high and he mourned for the father that he was just beginning to know and it was on that day, the sun shining brightly and the wind blowing the grass to gently brush against his ankles, that he vowed to avenge their name, avenge their clan, avenge them.
Hatred.
Soon afterwards, he trained relentlessly, using his anger and hatred to fuel himself. His past goals and dreams fell to the background, replaced by the need to kill. He had to kill him. Hatred bled into his system, slowly poisoning him from the inside until his sole reason for existence was hatred. He existed to hate. He existed to kill.
Obsession.
Obsession was never healthy, but it was all he knew. It helped fuel him for the future battles against his last blood. He obsessed over him, poured time and effort into his dream, even sold his soul for a chance. He wanted, needed, craved to avenge his clan and destroy him. Nothing mattered anymore. His life, his name, not even their clan mattered anymore. All the mattered was the bloodlust and his need to sate it.
Lust.
As he said before, obsession was never healthy and he learned it well. It was a rainy night, dark clouds and rumbling thunder above them as he stood over his brother, cold rain soaking his clothing and seeping into his skin.
He had leaned close, the sharp blade of the katana in his hand digging into his brother's long neck as he whispered years of blind, seething hatred and darkness, licking his lips at the prospects of blood when he abruptly smashed his face against his brother's, lips crashing and teeth colliding in a culmination of dark desires and want. His brother returned his affections. Apparently he had sought this too.
Love.
Clothes were shed. Heavy sheets of rain pounded their backs and numbed their skin, but the want was too great. Undeniably great and the thirst for blood was replaced with the thirst for flesh.
Carnal desire overtook him and he rushed, needing the feel of flesh against his. He licked, laved, and bit, marking the flesh for his own and relishing in the taste of his brother. He was in control.
He needed this, craved the sensation of skin on skin, but it wasn't enough. He needed more. Suddenly, he felt the cold sensation of the dirt beneath him and hissed as Itachi kissed his collarbone gently. His mind reeled.
In the years he'd been alive, never once had his brother shown him affection. Where his kisses were rough and passionate, his brother's were soft and affectionate and when he looked at him, his eyes bore a kindness that frightened and enthralled the younger boy. Everything seemed to be like that that night.
Itachi's thrusts were like his fighting, he realized. Designed to waste as little energy as possible, but gaining the greatest results. They were slow, methodical, calculated to fill his completely and make his breathing hitch and his fingers cling helplessly to his back as his toes curled. Bloody crescents appeared beneath his fingers, but the need for blood was forgotten in a haze. What he wanted, what he needed was release.
His body froze, his muscles tensed, and a white light swallowed him as he screamed his brother's name and hot liquid splashed on his stomach and filled him as Itachi struggled with his arms to keep from crushing his brother. And it was in those arms that he fell asleep and it was with those hands which he killed their family that he caressed his brother's cheek.
Hot kisses were pressed to his jaw and neck, illuminated by the glow of soft candlelight. A needy moan escaped his lips as he felt Itachi wrapped his fingers around him and his lover laid him down in bed. The lover he had vowed to killed. The man he hated once upon a time.
Kisses slowly worked their way down his chest and his breath hitched, whether from his brother's kisses or the self-loathing he felt inside him. What they had was wrong. What they had disgusted him, but he wanted it. He craved him, craved his touch. He was addicted to his brother. The revulsion could come later.
Sasuke turned his head to the side, a sharp intake of air filling his lungs as lips wrapped around him. He stared into red eyes not unlike his. Eyes he loved to hate and hated to love.
A hiss left his lips as pleasure assaulted his mind and he felt himself empty into his brother's mouth before he released him, his length wilting as he panted heavily in the aftermath and gazed out the window at the moon.
Hate. Love. The line between love and hate had always been fine, always tenuous. For him, it had always been clearly defined, but somewhere along the way, that line blurred and he no longer knew the difference.
