Hey everybody! Here's chapter two of Tempest. Enjoy! And review pretty please?
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Warnings: Same as always.
The boy was roughly dragged by his leash from the alleyway that was just barely out of the public eye. He was glad that the area was rather secluded, as it helped him hide his shame a little bit more. His master and pimp was right in front of him.
"Hehehe, you're still so tight for such a popular whore, Sasuke. I'm glad I get you all to myself for free."
Just the sound of his voice alone was enough to make the boy shudder. He was in desperate need for a shower at this point, as well as a break. He couldn't even remember walking without a limp. Unfortunately, his solace would have to wait. A couple approached.
"Just some quick oral for the both of us."
"That'll be $50, have your fun around the back."
The man dragged Sasuke back into the all-too-familiar alleyway where the quickies always happened, with the woman eagerly following.
"Please us both at once, slut." The man pulled down his pants, and the woman lifted up her skirt that was already a bit too short. The boy got on his knees, pleasing the both of them, feigning his eagerness all too well. Shortly afterward, he was forced back onto the street, next to his pimp. His night was far from over.
Itachi exited the bar, a bit tipsy, though still managing to maintain his composure. Time had built up his tolerance to alcohol, which was already high to begin with. Nope, he never was anything but collected. He was approaching the center of this decadent place, the homeless, prostitutes, and drug dealers becoming all the more common.
Why couldn't he just become a drug dealer instead? Sasuke guessed that all the times he was told he was a stupid whore were true. If he was going to do an illegitimate activity out of necessity, he should have chosen the easy one that gave lots of money. But no, he had to choose having sex all day. He was about to cry, being seriously convinced every foul word he'd ever been forced to hear had been true.
Itachi couldn't help but glance at the hookers through his peripheral vision, but as he walked, one suddenly caught his eye.
The lithe build, the pale skin, the large eyes, bluish-black messy hair, and generally feminine features for a guy. Just like his precious, beloved little brother.
He went through all that trouble, and he couldn't even save his own brother. He was still subject to all that abuse, and for all he knew, it was even worse now.
The pimp, known around as Orochimaru, already had caught him staring at his whore. If only he could correctly interpret actions and looks a little bit better. There was no way that snake would know a damn thing about human emotions, though. As far as the heartless man was concerned, there was no such thing.
Part of Itachi wanted to run. He wanted to run just like his brother did and forget he saw the whole thing, just convince himself it was one tragically, horribly realistic nightmare. He didn't want to believe this. He didn't want to run out of revenge, out of history repeating. He wanted to run because he just couldn't confront his brother's pain and his own failures anymore.
Unfortunately, his instincts did not work. His feet moved on his own, all-too-calmly approaching Sasuke and his pimp. He glanced at Sasuke with eyes that were both sad and disappointed. Sasuke's eyes were filled with something along the lines of anger and hatred.
Before either of the brothers could say anything, Orochimaru, greedily longing for more money, spoke. "Ahh, I see you've already taken a shine to my top whore, Sasuke. $300 and you can have him for the whole night."
He'd already slipped his hand into Itachi's pocket, taking out the wallet and the appropriate amount of cash, handing him the leash, and sending him on his way.
Itachi had no choice but to play along. There's no way simply leaving him there would result in any good, especially considering the likely chance that his master would find out. He gently and loosely held Sasuke's leash, leading him to a fairly nicer motel he liked to stay at in a different part of town. It was the least he could do.
Sasuke was silent the whole way there. The loathing and frustration radiating from his body spoke way more enough than words could.
Itachi was shaking. He had no idea what to do, and definitely did not want to have to confront a situation like this. After having to go through those horrid acts before he was even an adult, why couldn't he have peace now? He guessed he had to be careful what he wished for; he did long to see his precious baby brother every day, just not like this.
They walked down the hall in a deadly, piercing silence that may possibly have been worse than those damned creaks from years past. Itachi opened the door to the room he was staying in, and led Sasuke inside.
Before he even could get settled in, Sasuke was already undressed (though he was wearing hardly anything anyway). For the first time in what seemed like an eternity, he spoke, already ready in position, with a bitter look that he tried to pass a look of seduction through, in case any bad words got out to his master. His eyes glared on their own, and his words were sharper than any weapon used to kill.
"I've already been used to my family fucking me, so it doesn't even matter."