Chapter 6: Rebel

"You did it, didn't you?" the voice from the other line questioned, genuine curiosity replacing the slight edge of amusement.

"What are you talking about?" Itachi hissed, as he entered his study. He slammed the door shut and dropped heavily into his black office chair. The robe was hitched as he sat down, revealing his long, slim, but muscled, legs.

"I'm talking about your beloved little brother, Itachi, and, judging by that hostile tone of yours, I'm going to guess that you did kidnap him," came the wry tone.

"That's none of your business, Shisui!" he spat. Itachi's grip on the phone tightened and he gritted his teeth in anger.

"Why so angry, Itachi? Didn't go as you planned? Did you lose control and rape him?"

"Shut up, Shisui. Shut up!" Itachi bellowed. "You have no fucking right to ask me about anything regarding Sasuke!"

"You should really go easy on him. Especially with the way you act, he'll be easily frightened."

"I can take care of him. There's no need for your concern."

"There's no need to be so protective, Itachi. Anyway, I'm just calling to let you know that I'll be dropping by your estate in a few short days."

[Dial Tone.]

Itachi slammed the phone down onto the table and growled. That mother fucker had traced his call! Itachi knew that he should not have gone ahead and given Shisui the number to his private estate, but he needed a connection within the city and a police within the department that could watch over things while he was gone.

He was still shaking with rage when he heard a loud, piercing scream, muffled slightly by sobs, was heard from down the hall- his bedroom. He quickly exited the office and hurried to his bedroom.

-H.J.-

Hot tears of terror streamed down Sasuke's face as he unsuccessfully tried to rip off the cloth that kept his hands and feet bounded together. His body felt weak and he was tired. But he had shoved all of that away when he quickly realized that, if he didn't quickly find a way out of this dangerously creepy place, he would be dead. Literally.

'I don't want to die,' Sasuke thought miserably when the pressure on his wrists didn't budge.

When a cool waft of air swept passed his face, he froze. Sasuke's sobs broke out hysterically when he felt those eyes on him again. He tugged harder and thrashed wildly against the bed.

"Sasuke," a voice that made Sasuke shiver involuntarily said, "don't do that."

Immediately hearing Itachi's words, Sasuke stilled, his body ceasing all of its movements.

Itachi smile softly when his Otouto obliged to his command. He further entered the room, shedding his robe as he did so, and took the right side, the side that was empty, and gingerly climbed onto the matress. His bangs draped over his eyes as he leaned over Sasuke like a stretched-out mountain lion.

Tenderly, while on his hands and knees above Sasuke, he brought a hand forward and tucked a strand of his Otouto's hair behind his ear. The edge of his fingertips trailed down Sasuke's cheek afterward, wiping away the lone tears that stained his face.

The boy shivered under his touch, making Itachi frown. "Is it cold in here? Are you cold, Sasuke?" he murmured with a steady gaze on his Otouto's eyes. Slowly, he began to caress Sasuke's arms with his warm hands.

Sasuke's lips quivered. Despite his fright, his eyes stared up at Itachi with an unmistakable edge of confusion. His fragile being shone through his facade, as his fingers tried to wrench at the cloth again.

"...D-don't t-touc-ch m-me..." he whispered, his raspy voice echoing through the room, if only quietly. Sasuke's throat felt uncomfortable as he spoke, as if phlegm was present.

Itachi ignored the bubbling anger within him when he heard those words, choosing to ignore Sasuke's frivolous statement. "It's okay, Sasuke," he cooed in return, "I'll clean you up. You don't like to get dirty; I know, I know." Itachi's hand slid down his Otouto's collarbone and soothingly traced circles around Sasuke's left nipple. "It won't be cold after we take a bath, okay?"

Without waiting for an answer, Itachi tugged at the cloth. He thought about licking away the cum adoring Sasuke's body, but went against it, knowing that it'd make him uncomfortable. When the knots were free, he scooped the boy into his arms, from a kneeling position, and lightly hopped off the bed.

The floor was cold beneath Itachi's bare feet, as he padded into the adjoining bathroom. He filled the tub using one hand, his knee and other arm balancing Sasuke. As the water began to run, Itachi gently settled the boy onto the toilet seat and knelt down in front of him.

Sasuke's eyes dilated from left to right, a sense of fear seeping through them as he was forced to look at the man. His voice hitched as larger hands were placed on top of his tied ones that laid weakly in his lap. His fingers itched to do something... anything... just anything to destroy his urge to vomit as a clammy feeling enveloped his body. But he didn't, because in the next moment the man was talking to him. The man was clasping his hands tightly into his own as if... as if he owned Sasuke, as if Sasuke was his.

"Sasuke, I am preparing a bath for us. I'm going to untie you now. If you try to run, I will drag you back here and you're going to experience your first time in this shower. Do you understand?"

"Y-you're g-going-g to... r-rape me?" Sasuke choked out the only thing that registered in his mind. His wide, terrified eyes stared at Itachi with such alarm and despair that it made Itachi's raging hard on twitch in anticipation. His Otouto was so beautiful.

Itachi had to restrain himself from screaming at the top of his lungs that it wasn't rape. It was called "making love." "As long as I have your cooperation, I will not. I'm doing this for your own good, Sasuke." The Uchiha began to unravel the cloth after he untangled the knots.

When Itachi finished releasing Sasuke's wrists and ankles, he tossed the restraints aside, his eyes too focused on Sasuke's wrists to notice that they had landed on the tiled floor. His Otouto's wrists were blotchy and a dark purplish color. Itachi sighed in anguish as he lifted those beautiful hands to his lips. His soft lips made contact with each wrist, making sure to place a kiss all around each of them.

Sasuke flinched, as he tried to pull his hands away from Itachi. His hands only successfully maneuvered a mere centimeter, before the man's grip tightened around his fingers, preventing him access to movement.

Sasuke tried again, with increasing frustration, only to be denied once more. All too suddenly, his squirming form was lifted, fingers having left his, and moving towards the tub of warm water. His eyes widened as he unsuccessfully pushed against the man's broad shoulders. "L-let go... Let g-go... p-ple-ease..."

A single foot dipped into the water, followed by a second one, and all too gracefully Sasuke found himself settled in between the legs of the man who lied to him. Naked.

From behind Sasuke, Itachi was unable to stop the smile that took over his countenance. He shifted to make himself comfortable, before he popped open the cap of the body wash that laid next to him and squirted a generous amount into his right hand. He settled it down afterward, sneaking his left arm around the boy's waist, and rested his hand against Sasuke's inner thigh.

His fingers ran up and down Sasuke's thigh, stroking the soft skin and kneeding the flesh with the palm of his hand. His other hand, the one lathered up with soap, slid up the boy's spine and started caressing Sasuke's torso.

Itachi leaned forward and brought his lips against the back of Sasuke's neck. Tenderly, he kissed the beautiful flesh before him and worshipped it with dozens of light nips and sucks. When he planted several hot kisses down Sasuke's shoulder, he didn't miss the choked sob that came from the shaking boy before him. He momentarily stopped, lifting his lips centimeters away from the sweet-tasting flesh so that his words could be heard.

"What's wrong, Sasuke?" His hand that worked to lather soap on the boy's torso stopped moving, before it too slid underneath the water and settled itself in between Sasuke's thighs, massaging the neglected thigh. That was Itachi's way of soothing the boy into answering his question.

Unknowingly, his voice was hoarse, which emitted a deep, sexual growl from his vocals, instead of his normal, calm voice. Sasuke shut his eyes tightly and shook his head from left to right frantically. His hands had taken the job to pry the hands away, but, as Sasuke knew, it was futile to try. He couldn't stop the tears that quickly began to flow down his face nor could he control the terror that ran through his body, making it tremble in fear.

There was something worse than this... this molestation... this violation. Sasuke could feel something hard and long, like a pole, against his lower back. It had insistently been pushing against him since he could remember, and he was scared to death to look back to confirm his suspicions.

Sasuke whimpered, as he tried to scoot forward. It was impossible, however, when those hands tightened around his thighs, persistently pushing him closer to Itachi's body. He sniffed, his frozen body feeling stiff, while his thighs felt sore.

He didn't answer Itachi's questions. Seconds passed before the lips were upon his skin once again, hot and needy, as if Sasuke was going to be eaten by someone who hungered for his body. The hands that clung onto him clearly told him to behave, that, if he didn't, he would regret it gravely.

Sasuke's mouth opened in a shocked cry when hips from behind him began to rock against his backside. His body jerked forward under the pressure. With one quick glance backwards during that frenzy moment, Sasuke caught a glimpse of something that he wished he hadn't- an Itachi, head knocked back against the wall with his eyes closed and mouth open, breathing harshly as he dry-humped him.

His hands automatically sealed themselves over his mouth, as the groans grew louder and louder from behind him and the speed of the ramming increased. The hands didn't relent, not even in the slightest. If any, they actually increased the power in their grip, leaving Sasuke with unwanted bruises. His puffy, red eyes continued to drip with tears, as his blank mind jumbled together hopeless thoughts.

'..I don't want to be raped. I don't want to be raped. I want Neji. Help me, Neji!... Help me...'

He felt light-headed for a moment, but Sasuke quickly snapped into attention when two hands between his thighs, gripped onto his cheeks, and lifted him slightly. Something slid between his ass, and Sasuke could feel it, too, because it was something that was big and hard; something that was easily able to spread open his pale globes.

Sasuke's eyes widened in disbelief, as that hard thing began to move back and forth against his private place. He restrained a shocked cry and his hands automatically shot forward to grab for some kind of weapon... anything to divert Itachi's attention. He didn't want to be raped.

His hands found something thin and silky, and before he could register that what he was forcefully tugging on was the shower curtain, it was ripped clean off its hooks. Sasuke's body flailed and he forcefully pushed against the man's shoulders.

Itachi's eyes snapped open just as the curtain was wrenched and thrown frantically upon his face. His hands had moved to grab onto the curtain and throw it away from his sight. Although it took hiim only a second to recognize what had happened and what he had done, Sasuke was already fleeing across the bathroom tiles, his naked, wet form leaving behind a trail of water.

Itachi's face flared an angry red when he noticed what Sasuke had done. He jumped out of the water and over the tub, and dashed after the boy who, by now, was struggling to open the door. Itachi growled, his arm thrashing forward to grab onto the boy's wrist... but he was too late. Missing just by centimeters, his fingers brushed against Sasuke's and he wasn't able to grip onto his wrist.

"Sasuke!" Itachi hollered in fury and increasing frustration as he chased after his Otouto. "How dare you run away from me, Sasuke!" His thundering footsteps pounded against the wooden floorboards as he chased after Sasuke.

"N-No... n-no... NO!" Sasuke screamed as he wrenched open the golden knob, which was left half open, that he had saw Itachi come in from. "S-stay away f-from me!" The door banged against the adjacent wall, making him cringe, but Sasuke had no second thought as he quickly darted down the hall on his right.

Adrenaline pumped through his veins, and the hallway, which seemed about a hundred meters long, seemed like an endless road. From behind him, he could hear Itachi's screams of mayhem, but he tried to blocked them all out. His mental state could only take so much.

The hallways started to become a blur. Sasuke's footsteps slowed, but only slightly when his head began to spin. Somewhere at the end of the hallway, his gaze landed on a man dressed in black. He was wearing sunglasses, from what Sasuke could make out.

And there was a door, just behind the man, the one that he came in from. Sasuke reached a hand out, silently asking the stranger for help.

"Block the door! I told you to fuckin' block the door!" Itachi screamed hysterically when he saw Ryo at the end of the hallway. The man obliged without question, and Itachi heaved a sigh of relief as he calmed his pounding heart.

Sasuke's eyes blurred and he noticed that the man was not here to help him. Some screaming came from behind him, but he couldn't understand what the person was saying. Without much resistance, his eyes closed and his world turned black.

"Sasuke!" Itachi hollered when the teen collapsed before him. Unfortunately, his henchman was able to reach his Otouto before him, breaking his fall with his outstretched hands. Itachi growled, prancing forward and snatching Sasuke away from him and into his own arms.

"Itachi-sama, Sasuke-sama doesn't look too well," was what Itachi was notified. Itachi wanted to snap at him that his Otouto was just tired and he would be fine as long as he got his usual nine hours, but with a second glance at the angel in his arms, Itachi gave Ryo's words a second thought.

When he lowered his face a bit, Itachi noticed that Sasuke was sweating. Itachi moved a hand to swipe at the damp locks, but his face froze in horror upon contact. Itachi blinked once, not convinced in the slightest, and pressed the palm of his hand flatly onto his Otouto's forehead

Alarms went off in the Uchiha's mind as Itachi gripped Sasuke's body closer to his.

'Sasuke's running a fever. Otouto's running a fever!" was the only thought that filled his mind.

"Itachi-sama, is Sasuke-sama sick?" Ryo asked him.

Itachi's head shot up and he hastily lifted Sasuke into his arms. "Where the hell is Ranmaru? I need a medic here! NOW!" he roared as he began to run towards his room. He couldn't afford to allow the cool air in the hall to flourish against Sasuke's skin.

"Otouto! Otouto! How dare you do this to me, Sasuke!" Itachi bellowed as he draped himself over Sasuke on the huge mattress and pulled a thick blanket over them. "How dare you make me worry, Otouto!" Itachi hissed as he wrapped himself around Sasuke.

The boy's forehead was burning like a hot stove, but the rest of his body was cold to Itachi's touch. Itachi closed his eyes, clinging onto his Otouto for dear life. He wanted to transfer his body heat to Sasuke, but that would take a couple minutes minimum and by that time, Sasuke's fever might get worse.

"Where the hell is Ranmaru?" he screamed. "My Sasuke is burning up!"