Warning: malexmale, abuse, mentions of rape (more dubcon than noncon), threesome (kind of). If this is a problem don't read.


Discontent within the Uchiha clan was spreading fast.

Shisui's supposed suicide had been a hard blow for the clan. He was their best asset to take over Konoha.

A few months later the words coup d'état were rising to surface again though, and new strategies were being planned.

There was a meeting that night.

Itachi lied to his father, claiming he had a mission.

He didn't want to deal with the blindness of his clan.

Just for once he decided to be selfish and spend some time alone by river.

It was a beautiful starry night, but it was impossible to feel as one with its peaceful silence when everything was falling apart, in spite of his efforts.

The slap had been so hard that Itachi felt his ear buzzing.

It was his punishment for reminding Danzo not to rush, because the Hokage had promised he would find a peaceful way to deal with the Uchiha situation.

"On your knees, Uchiha. You know what to do."

It was not the first time. In fact, it had been going on since years.

When the tension between the clan and the village had risen again it had become an even more recurring event.

Itachi freed the man's half hard length and began licking it slowly. Danzo yanked his ponytail. He heavily ran a finger on his fully exposed throat, traveling upwards along the thin trail of blood coming from his split lip.

"You'd better put that filthy mouth to good use."

The boy opened his mouth to take it all in.

"Your people have no Will of Fire. They're all traitors who deserve to die"

Growled the man, pulling out, and slapping his other cheek.

The war hawkgestured him to stand up. Itachi stripped, before letting the other man bend him over his desk, not bothering to move the objects under him.

He entered the Uchiha brutally, enjoying the tightness around him and the sight of the boy's blood each time he pulled out of him only to thrust deeper and harder.

"You're nothing but a whore, aren't you?"

The Root leader was easily aroused when he felt he had full power. No matter how strong Itachi was, until his clan was planning a coup he couldn't do anything but obey, to avoid repercussions.

"You damned Uchiha are nothing but a disgrace."

Humiliating Itachi meant humiliating the entire clan, in the elder's mind.

Like every elderly person reaching orgasm was a slow process, which required long sessions.

Danzo grabbed the prodigy by the arm, turning him over and starting pounding again. The boy's chest was littered with cuts and marks caused by what was on the table. Soon his back would look the same. Still, his voice was almost inaudible, except for occasional low moans.

The kind of moans that could not be mistaken for sounds of pleasure.

Before leaving, Sasuke had asked him help with shuriken throwing. Hearing another "Sorry Sasuke, maybe next time" he had complained that his older brother never spent time with him.

As usual, Itachi had gestured him to come closer, then jokingly poked his forehead.

It was endearing how the boy would believe him, and run to him, every single time.

When he was his age the unconditional love that his mother and father were supposed to give him had already been replaced by expectations and duties. He deeply respected his parents, he even loved them as he loved his village, but he had stopped trusting them blindly.

Danzo pulled out once more, shoving Itachi's body to be stretched out on the long side of the desk.

With the agility of the seasoned fighter he was, the elder jumped on the table, looming over the boy, his swollen cock peeking out of the loosely hanging kimono.

"I don't care about what Hiruzen says. You should all be crushed."

Danzo sank his foot deep in Itachi's stomach; the sudden lack of air caused the young man to stifle a pained groan.

"I should just use my squads to put them down before it's too late."

The old man added the other foot. He could feel the boy's muscles quivering and struggling to support his full weight.

"Maybe I should start with your brother."

He stroked himself a couple of times at the view of his victim, tightening his fists and trying to take in some air. His usually blank expression was almost scared. Was it for the lack of oxygen or for his threat?

Finally he moved, releasing Itachi from the pressure, letting him take a deep breath.

When he had turned his back to leave Sasuke had tackled him, encircling his arms around his stomach as tight as he could, not wanting to let him go.

Danzo lowered and sat on his upper chest.

"You should hate your clan too."

His wicked glance didn't reach Itachi's eyes, fixed somewhere low.

"I am sure your father would say nothing if he saw you submitting to me like this…"

He added viciously, grabbing Itachi by the head to take him in his mouth again.

"He wanted you in Anbu so much that he probably commanded you to do anything I asked."

The boy focused on trying not to choke on the senile organ.

His father was a strict man. He wanted his son to be a perfect shinobi and the future leader of the clan.

He could have never imagined that Danzo liked this sort of things. He would not want this for him. Wouldn't he?

"You are just a tool for your clan."

He wasn't a tool for Shisui. He wasn't a tool for Sasuke.

Besides, wasn't he just a tool for the village too?

"It's your clan's fault…"

Danzo's grip clawed at his skull. The old man's breath became erratic.

"If you are…"

The bitter taste of his seed filled Itachi's mouth.

"…Here…now."

He forced himself to swallow.

The old man's grip didn't loosen until he did so.

As usually Itachi had put on an –almost –impassive façade but he had deeply enjoyed the affectionate attack.

He had lightly squeezed Sasuke's arms, and lowering his head he had reveled in the warmth of the child's embrace.

If only he could stay like this forever…

Instead he couldn't allow his brother to get too close to him. The blood and filth on his hands and on his soul would have seeped through him, tainting the little boy.

It was painful to know that he was the responsible for making Sasuke feel neglected, despite how hard he was trying to fix things so that the village could be the best place where the boy could live.

Friends who would become comrades with time, teachers caring about children's safety, adults protecting them until they were ready to protect themselves; his brother needed this more than tangible proofs of love from the flawed person that he was.

It was better protecting him from afar; much like the Root did to the Leaf.


A/N: Thanks to all those who read my story so far, especially to Arishandera (your stories and your Itachi are an inspiration) and Rotisserie Jimothy (I'll wait for you in hell).

It's useless to pretend I feel guilty cause I don't.

I 've always been intrigued by scenarios where the victim is strong but has to submit in order to protect someone or something, and for how I see it Itachi's selfless personality is the perfect epithome of this. I am sorry if my story is offending someone's moral...no, I'm not. It's your problem not mine. I'm even less sorry if I'm offending someone's headcanons. My story, my rules.