Nothing's Sacred

Act second.

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This is a story of love and tragedy.

Because they always come together, hand in hand.

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Nothing's sacred.
Nothing's pure.
Nothing's sacred, anymore.
Forget salvation.
Forget the cure
'cause nothing's sacred anymore.

I´ve seen it all.
I´ve seen it all before.
it´s such a bore.
You sell your souls like a whores.

The black curtains fluttered in a sudden light wind, while the God Tsukuyomi touched with His glorious white sparkling Hand the two lovers lying in bed ; blessing that violent act of beauty that took place in the musky scent of consumed sex.

A wooden door separated the two of them from the rest of the world.

And outside that black gate to Lust, a eight years old boy, for the first time in his short life, learnt how two bodies could become one, melting in the flames of passion, dancing together in unison in the sea of the carnal love.

Only now Sasuke realized exactly that the fire he felt inside every time he craved for Itachi's attentions was nothing but his desire to connect their flesh together, to mix their sweat, their breathes , their saliva…to mix their hearts, their limbs, their souls together.

To become one with Itachi.

But eight years old were not enough to understand.

What would an eight years old kid know about making love?

Sasuke didn't even know how forbidden his desires were. It was wrong.Because , first of all, was their blood to be mixed together. From the beginning. From their birth.

People become adult when they realize the difference between Evil and Good. Sasuke that night ate from the tree of knowledge the forbidden fruit. And it was venomous. Bitter. Burning his insides.

So this meant "growing".

And it hurt.

A lot.

Sasuke was still there, while another feeling flooded through him : the seed of Envy sprouted in his heart as he observed Itachi's elegant features, relaxed in pleasure, lips parted and closed eyes.

Itachi was…

…beautiful.

And something between anger and the temptation of enter that room to make its occupants notice his tormented presence snapped inside his mind.

Sasuke now saw that man. He knew him.

There was Madara on that bed, the man's lips covered with something white and wet, several strands of black hair covering his right eye, trying with his tongue to collect the spent pearly beads.

"Itachi…oh love… you taste so sweet" he said touching lightly one of Itachi's bare tights.

"I adore when you let yourself go " the older man whispered in his young lover's ear and hovering over the boy's breath- taking exposed form.

"You're so much better like this than when you wear that dress of fake morality in front of people…"

"Shut up!" Itachi almost shouted pushing his older sibling away from him.

" I'm not really in the mood of talking about my manners…that's none of your business how I act in front of people!!"

A faint laugh filled the silence.

"Of course… of course you are not" Madara said pinning the boy's wrists into the mattress and taking those reluctant lips in a violent kiss.

"But you see Itachi… you can't deny the fact that you belong to me…"

"Stop saying that!!"

"Then why are you shaking?" the older man said licking that pale neck offered to him, slowly descending on that flawless chest trailing a series of butterfly kisses.

"Ahhh…s-stop…"

"Why do you submit to my will every word I say…"

Itachi's eyes widened in shock as his nipples were feverishly bitten by that hot mouth, tongue gently licking at them almost in apology.

" Y-yes.. like that…nhhh " Itachi's hands combed in his uncle's hair, pushing the man's head down under his navel.

"Why do you moan…and whimper …and scream with every touch of mine…" Madara stopped sinking is face in that deliciously soft black pubic hair, receiving another groan from his young lover.

" Because I own you" and with that he grabbed those long lean legs, wrapping them around his waist.

" And you know what you have to do…only few days…for us…to be finally free…"

First thrust.

"Oh gods…it …it hurts!!"

Tongue ravaging trembling lips.

"Good. That's the point of this"

Second thrust.

Flesh smacking together.

"My Itachi…so beautiful…"

Third tearing thrust.

And again. Again.

Faster, deeper.

"Mine"

An almost invisible tear.

"Yours".

Thrusting, shaking, kissing.

"Ahhh…M-madara…right there…oh…" Itachi's head turned to the side while his hands grabbed tightly the bars of the iron headboard, short gasps escaping his mouth, his free hair sticking to his chest fast lowering and rising.

His hands clenched to the headboard for leverage to meet Madara's erotic motion, and then he felt the fire spread between his open legs, his balls tightening and nipples hardening. His lover's slick abdomen rubbing against his arousal .

"Let it go, angel…"

Thrust.

Scream.

Spurt.

"I love you so much, Itachi…."

"I…I…"

"…?"

"I know".

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The pain makes things more vulnerable, more fragile.

Beautiful.

And Sasuke, on shaking legs, with tears flowing angrily on his face trying to move back to his room, had never been more beautiful.

That bastard.

That cursed asshole.

Lousy liar.

Bastard. Bastard.

Damn bastard.

Seeing again Itachi trembling in pleasure had Sasuke shattered.

How could Itachi do this to him??

Once he was in his room again, Sasuke closed carefully the door, locking himself in. He tried to stop the tears flow ; he would never forgive Itachi for this.

Damn…was he blind?? Did he not see that his indifference was killing Sasuke? That his moaning, and trembling and moaning had stabbed an innocent heart? Really Itachi didn't care at all?

And that man. Their uncle.

How dare he take Itachi away from his family…from him…his little brother.

Sasuke had heard Madara saying "I love you": no. Sasuke was the one, and only one, supposed to love him. He would prove it.

Planning in his mind ridiculous ways to obtain his revenge, Sasuke opened the closet door, that had in its inside a big mirror, reflecting his entire body. Stunned by his own image, that seemed so different from the one he saw only few hours ago before dinner, he felt dirty…dirty and so lost for feeling what he always considered as a brotherly love, a childish crush, an Oedipus complex , shaping into something stronger, that now recognized as the sick desire of have his brother's body over his, violating his smaller one, penetrating him to the point of pain in the same unnerving ritual he had just assisted to.

Sasuke knew it was considered immoral.

That they called it incest.

How would it sound?…oh yes, it could sound more or less like this :

Sasuke wanted to incestuous have Itachi.

Sasuke shuddered.

Maybe he was taking upon Itachi faults he didn't even committed.

No. He was committing the greatest of the sin: Itachi choose another man to love.

There was no forgiveness. No absolution.

If Sasuke was going to hell for his …(how people called it…oh..) incestuous love he then would drag Itachi with him.

And so, staring at himself through the mirror he slowly let the yukata fall from his shoulders.

"I hate you…cursed idiot…" he whispered while he felt hot tears sting again in his eyes. He remained with only his boxers on and for the first time he worried about his look.

He was ugly.

Yes. That maybe would make sense. Itachi preferred another one because he didn't like him. And that thought hurt Sasuke.

All the girls at school said he was pretty nice-looking, but he never seemed to realize it. Now that he was in front of the mirror he peered at his body. It was a mess. He had a little, frail still baby body, he didn't even have pubic hair. It was far different from Madara's. And he couldn't make nothing about it.

"I hate you…so much" he whispered again while , without even noticing, his small hands reached for the hem of his boxers. Hooking his thumbs under the elastic waistband he felt his heart beat racing, while he carefully pulled them around his ankles and stepped out of the garment.

Now he stood completely naked and although it was summer he shivered, he didn't know if from the embarrassment or for the odd urge of touching his still immature organ.

Sasuke was eight… and wanted to.

His small hand wrapped uncertainly around his member gaining a small gasp from his parted lips. He felt the flesh hardening at his inexperienced touch. He started to move slowly his hand.

Back. Forth.

Back. Forth.

Slow.

Remembering the movements of Itachi's strong hips, Sasuke closed his eyes, the sense of warmth he usually felt in front of his brother now more intense in his lower belly.

Now his hand stroked faster, his too young body not used to this kind of pleasure, while he wasn't anymore able to prevent the sounds his throat was emitting. Tiny, sweet whimpers of pleaser left those swelling lips.

Would…would Itachi like to hear them?

His brother. Again.

And then Sasuke thought that if he moved that hand a little bit faster his hips would do the same movement of Itachi's. His gasps now louder, his black hair sticking to his neck and forehead while his body covered in sweat.

He brought the other hand to his mouth to silence his involuntary moaning while his hips now rhythmically thrust in his other hand.

Back. Forth.

Sasuke's legs were shaking as images of his brother wandered in his mind : his big brother suddenly taking him without his consent, throwing him on the floor, opening forcefully wide his legs , slamming into him to the hilt.

It was too much.

Sasuke fell on the floor, on his knees, his eyes staring at the ceiling while his left hand let go of his mouth and reached for his balls: panting and massaging at his sac, Sasuke imagined Itachi pounding into him, saying him how beautiful he was with his legs spread and open mouth, he wondered how could be like to have his brother inside his body, releasing his seed in him.

And then it happened.

He was almost scared of feeling that sudden fire spread through him, from his groin to the rest of his sweated body.

His eyes snapped open .

He wanted to see how he looked like.

Panting and wore out he observed in the mirror how he was like experiencing his first orgasm.

His knees trembled, his eyes were watering, his hair were drenched around his face, his skin was rosy and his mouth was open struggling for breath.

Would…would Itachi find him cute as he came?

Would Itachi hold him tight him against his chest riding out his orgasm or would he say "I love you" watching him come?

Nothing came out from his member while Sasuke's forehead dropped against the cool surface of the mirror, his labored breath matting it.

For the first time Sasuke masturbated.

To his older brother.

That bastard. Cursed asshole.

"I….I…"

"I love you, Itachi".

That night nothing was pure anymore.

It was the night of the first times.

And for the first time ever Sasuke said it.

He pronounced : "ITACHI"

On the mirror the stain left by his wet swollen lips would remind that name tomorrow.

And his first orgasm with his brother's name dying on his lips.

Tired , Sasuke fell to the floor, his little body shattered by all the new emotions: his eyelids dropped leading him into a dreamless sleep.

Unaware of an indiscreet eye spying on his small form.

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A/N . London After Midnight rules

I love Sasuke . Analyzing his personality is one of the things I like the most.

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