Chapter 8

Sasuke's cry cut deeply through the air that had been silent except for the faint whisper of one small flame, the one other presence that had failed utterly to save him. Somehow, he chocked up blood. The curved metal of the very end pressed against that place inside him that made his cock hard again, too stiff and wanting the pain and degradation he was under going here. Itachi reached for it, playing with it in the idle way a child does with an uninteresting toy, and yet in a way it felt so delicious it made Sasuke moan. The tip of his thumb played under the engorged head, making Sasuke shudder and tighten around the hilt even though it was terrible pain to do so.

Itachi lifted a finger to his lips, red tongue flicking out to taste the pre-cum. Then he leaned down to kiss Sasuke again, grinding the hilt in with a twist of his wrist and smiled inwardly when Sasuke whimpered.

"Aahh…please…" Sasuke didn't know what he was begging for and didn't care. The pain or pleasure had to stop before he died of both. Itachi murmured words into his mouth that vibrated into his throat.

"They can rest more peacefully knowing you got some last enjoyment out of them, even if it was just their blood on my katana."

Sasuke started to bite again, but was stopped when Itachi loosened up on the blade and let it press forward a bit. The razor-sharpness slit into the already brutalized skin, making him scream. Blood flowed freely over the blade, drenching it in streams of rich color. The mouth left hid at last, and Sasuke turned his head to throw up.

Itachi showed no mercy here, either. Even as Sasuke gagged up what felt like everything he had ever eaten, the hilt was pulled roughly from him, the flared end removed so quickly that it tore him even further. There was the sound of cloth rustling, and the heat rubbing against his violated opening along with a slight stinging wetness.

For the first time, Itachi's cock slid in almost easily. Either the hilt had somehow stretched him, or he was becoming used to the feeling of the hot stiffness pressing into him. It was blunt, warm, and more enjoyable then the katana had been. Sasuke gritted his teeth. It felt good, too good. His fingers dug into the silk, grabbing and holding on for dear life as Itachi fucked him with agonizing slowness, blood and sweat and the excited pre-cum he began leaking, made wet noises as he was penetrated each time. His shaft rubbed against the hard-muscled flatness of Itachi's stomach as he trust.

As delicious as it felt to plunder Sasuke's endlessly hot and tight depths, Itachi couldn't resist stopping to watch his face. After the contorted agony of before, the beauty was now set into lines of pleasure so intense it could have been mistaken for pain if not for the ever-more desperate moans, cries completely distinct from the tortured sobs of before. Furthermore, he could feel hot stickiness seeping down his skin, could sense the tension in Sasuke's body as he drew over so close to the same inevitability, the same star-shattering orgasm that would leave him crying with guilt and loathing.

That broke him more than anything, and the hate and disgust that he knew he'd seen in the dark eyes were what egged Itachi on the most.

Sasuke cried out, legs involuntarily wrapping around Itachi's narrow waist and pulling him closer as the pounding stimulation inside him along the friction of his cock against smooth and warm skin took their toll. The whiteness glittered faintly. Appearances are deceptive. It was boiling hot, seemingly, and he felt every drop of it as it was ripped from the body he couldn't control, splashing over the tight and smooth belly. Itachi gathered a pearl on his fingertip, rubbing it over Sasuke's lips and kissing him hard as he drove in with thoughtless brutality, forcing Sasuke to share the taste of his own orgasm. He gagged, still too taken by the aftershocks of his own orgasm to really resist. Itachi bit into Sasuke's lip, drawing new and sweetly-salty blood to mix with its headiness.

"You're mine, little brother." Itachi mumbled the words from around the thickening pleasure that made it impossible to think of anything but driving his cock into Sasuke's tight ass over and over. "Don't forget that you're my toy."

The orgasm had subsided. Sasuke lay back on the silk as much as he could considering that he was still being fucked hard and fast, and it took him a long moment to remember where he was.

The alter.