Hurt Me
Story # 0055
by Kaline Reine

Disclaimer: I don't own the Naruto series, it belongs to Masashi Kishimoto.

NOTE: This fic is a gift for Mashmarro Kitty for being a great friend. She's written 2 things for me before and they were really awesome. So I am returning the favor. Lol. I don't know how many chapters this will be, but I'm trying.

WARNINGS: This fic contains graphic lemon, adult scenes, yaoi, shounen-ai, shouta, and incest. It is rated this way for a reason.

Chapter 1:

It was a calm day, after school. Sasuke was walking home, but he stopped when he sensed a familiar chakra nearby. A tall, slender form stepped out from the shadows.

"Out here all alone, Otouto?"

The boy gazed up at the sinister smirk his older brother always wore. "Hn. I always walk home from school this way."

"Sasu-chan…" The elder took two more steps forward, until he was leaning over Sasuke, teasingly. "I thought mother told you never to walk home this way? This path is dangerous."

"I'm ten years old. I can take care of myself."

Itachi let a hand reach out to play with the silky raven spikes, that hung at the back of the boy's head. "That sounds ridiculous coming from a ten year old."

There was a long moment of silence between them. Sasuke froze at the light, gentle touch of his older sibling. This single moment of seclusion… It was overwhelming, for both of them. The dizzying sensation stirred within him, when he felt himself being lifted up, and placed on Itachi's back. The older one carried him home. When Sasuke wrapped his arms around him, the elder couldn't help but smile.

When they arrived home, there was an empty house. Sasuke had expected his parents to be there.

"Nii-san… Where are Mom and Dad?" Innocent eyes looked to his brother for answers.

"They had to go on a business trip, for the police force. You should go change out of your school clothes, Otouto."

Dark onyx lashes fluttered slowly, watching Itachi's reaction. "Would you help me, Aniki?" He used the affectionate pet name for him, hoping he would say yes.

Itachi didn't know what he should do. He knew Sasuke's request only sounded dangerous. It was intended as anything but. "I… I can't. You're old enough to dress yourself."

Sasuke just smiled. It looked more like his own signature smirk than Itachi would care to admit, however. "Nii-san, you're silly."

With that, he left the older Uchiha to his own devices, going to do as he was told. Sasuke didn't know what Itachi did while he was gone. He didn't see the faraway look in his eyes; didn't know about the pale hands ghosting over delicate skin in his absence; didn't hear the soft quiet moans…

The boy ran down the hall, tearing off his clothes and jumping over the bed to the other side of the room. Sasuke always had been hyperactive as a kid. He took out a plain gray T-shirt and some khaki shorts. It was boring, every day; average. He took his time with dressing himself, somehow hoping his brother would come in to check on him. It didn't happen. The boy knew it wouldn't. He was only kidding himself, and he full well knew it.

He decided that he should get his homework out of the way first. That would look better if he did. Then his parents and big brother couldn't get mad. It took him about an hour.

When he went back to the living room, he saw Itachi on the couch. Being sneaky, he crept up behind him. Slowly, he made his way to the edge of the arm of the couch, crouching down low where Itachi couldn't see him.

'This is what Nii-san gets for ignoring me all those times,' He thought.

The older boy opened his eyes in slight shock when a small, eager form pounced on top of him. All of a sudden, Sasuke straddled his hips. His legs were on either side, and he was facing Itachi. His arms automatically wrapped around the smaller form, holding him in place. He tried not to let his mind stray too far.

"Aniki…" Sasuke pouted. "I know your secret."

"Oh?" Itachi teasingly raised an eyebrow. He hoped the kid hadn't seen what he was doing in here earlier…

The spikey little head nodded. "Aniki is… ticklish!"

Small hands touched him all over, trying to find his sensitive spots. Itachi tried his best to keep the composure that he was so famous for. It looked like he was about to laugh, and cry at the same time. Having those hands… the ones that belonged to the object of his secret forbidden desires… roaming all over him… trying to find his weakness. It was too much!

Tickling fingers wandered over his skin. They danced across his chest, over to his sides, then down and across his navel, making him jump a bit when they moved downward. But Sasuke then moved his hands back up, until he was stopped.

"Sasuke, stop!" The command was stern and rough. Not playing at all.

The boy pouted again. It was so adorable. Itachi almost felt bad, but… It would not do for Sasuke to find out the truth.

"Why, Aniki?"

"Tickling hurts, Otouto."

Sasuke was confused. "It… hurts?" He cocked his head to the side, giving the elder a confused stare. When he got no answer, he shifted in Itachi's lap, whining a little. "How does tickling hurt?"

The truth was, he had no plausible explanation. It had just come out… Itachi wanted nothing more than to have his little brother… In the worst kind of way. He needed to feel Sasuke, all of him, and he knew that someday he would. No matter what. Even if he had to force it. But he was trying to wait. He didn't want to do this while Sasuke was so young.

But the tickling really had hurt him. That, combined with Sasuke being in his lap, had made certain parts of him much bigger and much harder than they normally should be. It was making him hurt. It hurt to want Sasuke this bad… It was a maddening feeling, slowly chipping away at him over time. And it had been that way for a while now. But he couldn't possibly expect someone so small to understand. He would have to be patient.

'Hn. But how to explain this?'

Before he could say anything, those hands were on him again. "No it doesn't, Nii-san! Stop lying!"

And before he knew what hit him, he was pushing the boy off him, placing him gently on the couch beside of him. Itachi dashed for the other room, hopefully before Sasuke had a chance to see what he had caused.

"I've got to go, Sasuke… Bathroom!" That was the only thing he could think of.

Slamming the door, he locked it and settled onto the soft rug that was just inside the dimly lit room. Leaning against the door, to help make sure he was not disturbed, Itachi's hands seemed to move on their own. He had to take care of his problem, before it got any worse. This was awful!

He felt so guilty for feeling the way that he did, especially about his own brother. But no one else was home. Sasuke was still in the other room. No one would ever know. They couldn't tell what he was thinking; what was inside his mind. He was grateful for that, at least.

Skillful fingers moved on their own, gliding over cold rough fabric; seeking out soft warm skin. A moan left his lips, then he clasped the zipper on his pants, freeing himself hastily. His hands stroked over the rigid flesh of his swollen, dripping erection. Itachi groaned. This feeling was torture. Pleasurable torture. He had closed his eyes, bracing himself more firmly against the door, without even realizing it. He worked himself closer to the edge, with a maddening frenzy.

"Ssss– Oh, Sasuke…" He hissed from between clenched teeth.

It was all he could do to keep from going in there, and taking the little tease right now. Sasuke just didn't know what he did to the older boy! Another moan came out, before he stop it. And he heard smaller feet making their way down the hall.

He saw himself clearly… He was getting up now. Itachi unlocked the door, and bolted from the small room that he had locked himself in. There was Sasuke; eyes wide with awe and… something else. He tackled the boy, sending them both down to the ground. The younger Uchiha cried out, only to let out a small whimper when Itachi's lips touched his. Their hips ground together, and both of them were fully hard only moments later. His hands were all over Sasuke. He wouldn't let up. Caressing, feeling his whole body, Itachi started to undress him. Then, he-

"Aniki?" The voice called. He moaned. That voice had broken his beautiful fantasy. "Aniki?!"

"I– I'm alright, Otouto," Itachi finally answered. "I just… need a minute."

"Oh, okay."

Sasuke walked away, leaving his brother to be tormented by fantasies… Ghosts of himself not made out of flesh, but from Itachi's heart. There was nothing that could cure that sickness.

It may be sick, but he still thought of the same person while he played with himself. Fingers curled smoothly around his hard cock, as they moved from the base up to the head, his other hand down below, pawing at his own balls. Then he switched hands, using the other to rub over the smooth, shiny tip. Precum leaked out, and only added to the sensation of dizzying ecstasy that he was feeling.

'I'm a sick… sick bastard.'

He would stop, only to tease himself even more, in the same way that Sasuke's light touches had already teased him. Itachi let out a howl of pleasure, when he felt himself tense up, the erect phallus swelling even more with pent-up sexual frustration. A few spurts of cum, and it was done. He put it away, and zipped up his pants, before wiping lazily at the spilled seed that had gotten on his pants and on the floor.

Once Itachi had brought himself to a rather dull completion, he hung his head in shame, and sobbed. Slowly, it would drive him mad.

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A/N: I know I said this was going to be a oneshot, but I decided to make it into 3 separate chapters. It just seems easier to organize it that way, for some reason. XD The first chapter starts out a little weird, but I promise all of this has a point to it. And Sasuke gets older with each chapter. Lol. Please review, I'd love to know what you think of it.

-Kaline Reine