Warnings: A.U; Yaoi; Incest; ItaSasu; Shota; Non-Con
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Disclaimer: Naruto belongs to Masashi Kishimoto.
Beted by: itachifemsasu
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Odourless, tasteless, and colourless. That's how Flunitrazepam is when smashed and mixed with beverages. Only 2mg can drug an adult for about ten to twelve hours. It stays on the bloodstream for 24 hours, and for almost three days after ingestion, it still can be detected by a urine drug test.
The toxicology report proving Mikoto's overdose took two months to be released(1). The habit, almost obsession, for taking medicines, made her 'suicide' believable. The divorce was pointed as the main cause of it. The glass found on the bedside table had only her fingerprints, once Itachi had made sure to clean his own. He even added another detail to the scene: the pill package with all its blisters emptied, which was found in Mikoto's hand. It was an easy job for Itachi. She was already dead anyway.
Everything pointed to suicide. But one can wonder why someone who had such an enviable life took so many medicines just to be a little better with herself?
She had felt like a fulfilled person indeed, for a very long time, once she believed she had achieved all her goals. But when she heard the rumours of betrayal from Fugaku's part, her little world began to shatter. She had forced herself to believe everything was still okay. The denial Mikoto was living in was eating her soul and mind.
With her sons, she had made a different mistake. Once, she wondered how Itachi acted slightly 'weird' around Sasuke. It happened during a rare family moment when Mikoto and her sons went to watch a film, and a random person approached the young boy, said how Sasuke was cute, and ruffled his hair. She had seen how Itachi briefly glared to that guy. For someone as indifferent as Itachi, that did mean something, but she dismissed it as just protectiveness. Even though the strange guy didn't seem to mean any harm. Sometimes she had received the same murderous look herself, but this last part she died without knowing. She had mistaken possessiveness for protectiveness.
Therefore, she could have never imagined how her oldest son had been shaken by the news of living far away from his brother. If she'd looked better at those pills she'd received from Itachi, Mikoto would have recognized they weren't painkillers. They were Flunitrazepam. Itachi could not risk another substance being found in her system, because why would someone who was about to commit suicide take painkillers when that person already had another most powerful drug to swallow? He lied to her in her last moments. And the lie about the suicide kept going on.
Denial, mistakes, and lies, three terrible things that can drive someone mad. And for someone as sensitive as her it was the end, literally.
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Fugaku had developed the habit of drinking 'to forget the problems', and every time he was affected by alcohol and stumbled on Sasuke, he would complain about something. One day when he walked into the living room and found Sasuke cuddled with Itachi watching TV, he had mentioned about how that closeness would make them grow tired of each other.
After those words, the boy even if so slightly began to detach himself from Itachi. It was a silly thing to worry about, but within his childish mind, Sasuke didn't want Itachi to grow tired of him. Staying away seemed the best solution.
Itachi was sick of sleeping alone. He missed holding the body of his little brother near him as they slept.
Reaching the top step of the staircase, Itachi made his way down the hallway. Luckily, he didn't even need to wait because he found the person he wanted to see standing there, with a hand on the doorknob and entering the bedroom.
"Sasuke," he said approaching the boy, "come sleep with me." There was an order hidden in that gentle and calm tone, but Sasuke didn't notice. Instead, he stared at him, wondering why his nii-san had asked that out of nowhere, certain he had never received that invitation from the elder before.
"I don't know... I don't want to bother you, nii-san," replied.
"Your presence never bothers me, on the contrary, Sasuke. And this time it is me who needs you."
To hear that brother needed him for something was uncommon and flattering at the same time. He was usually the one who in the middle of the night hurried to sleep with the elder because he was scared of some nightmare. And truth be told, most of the times the nightmares were just an excuse. But this time Itachi himself was inviting him, so why not?
The boy only nodded and followed him.
Once Sasuke passed the door, Itachi locked it. He gesticulated to the bed and told to Sasuke settle himself.
A cool night breeze invaded the room, making Sasuke shiver, and Itachi walked over to close the window and also the curtains. He switched off the lights, leaving only the lamp on the nightstand on. It gave a warm glow to the place. Before joining Sasuke, he took his shirt off, almost smirking at the scrutinizing lingering look that his little brother's curious eyes gave to his bare torso. He threw the shirt on a chair near the bed and proceeded to go under the covers, beside his brother.
The younger raven was looking at Itachi as if he was seeing him for the first time, which in some way he was. It had been a while since Sasuke had seen Itachi 'naked' like that, after all, it was unlike him to sleep without all his clothes on. The muscles were slightly more prominent, making him look older. Although too far from being an adult, he no longer looked like a kid. Itachi was stunning, and Sasuke thought how much he wanted to be like him.
Their eyes met, and Sasuke noticed he had been staring for too long at his older brother. He averted his gaze with a pink shade forming over his cheeks.
Itachi enjoyed the way Sasuke had stared at him. He liked being the one drawing his attention and curiosity. That's why he decided to discard his clothing; he wanted to feel more intimate with him and to test Sasuke's reactions as well.
"You are blushing," he pointed while reaching out his hand to move a strand of hair from Sasuke's face.
"I'm not!" came the reply. And soon Sasuke received a poke on the forehead followed by a low chuckle from Itachi. His little brother was so adorable. The elder moved closer and embraced him. "I missed sleeping with you, nii-san," Sasuke confessed as one of his tiny hands slid over Itachi's chest, accidentally rubbing a nipple on the way down to the waist to return the embrace. He deeply sighed, inhaling the comforting and familiar scent of his brother.
Itachi clenched his jaw. He already had some not-so-brotherly thoughts playing in his mind, and the way Sasuke said that... The boy was practically seducing him.
"Sasuke," he muttered.
"What is it, nii-san?" the younger asked lifting his face to look at Itachi.
Itachi caressed the soft, tender skin of Sasuke's cheek with his thumb. "You're so beautiful," he whispered and saw the blush return to boy's face. "This only makes me want you even more," he stared at the puzzled expression caused by his last statement. So innocent...
The older boy didn't even think before he leaned down capturing those seducing lips with his own.
Sasuke was shocked. Of course, being only seven years old he had never been kissed, so he didn't know what to do, neither what to think of it. He knew it was a gesture that people did with their boyfriends or girlfriends as a way to show their affection to them. Itachi's lips were soft and warm. It felt good. His heart was racing. Yet, when a moist tongue slid across his lips, Sasuke did what any other child of his age would do: scared of the new experience, he attempted to push Itachi away, which only made the elder hold him tighter.
Itachi's senses were overwhelmed by the boy, his scent, his taste, his body... he loved all of it and could feel his already growing arousal inside his pants, yearning for what was about to come next.
And the moment Itachi moved against him, applying more pressure on the kiss to force Sasuke's lips open, he was aware he had reached a breaking point. Itachi released a low growl when his tongue invaded his little brother's mouth. All he could think of was that he would have Sasuke just like he had fantasized many times before. Itachi didn't know it would happen like that, nor that he would ever gather courage enough to do it. The consequences were unavoidable, and he was ready to face them when they came.
The first step had been taken, and there was no turning back.
Itachi rolled them over, so that he was on top of Sasuke, trying to still him with his weight. With almost no effort, he gripped the small hands still pushing against him and pinned them above Sasuke's head, managing to hold them with only one. He felt the boy trying to shut his mouth and turn his face to the side, however, Itachi's forceful hold on his jaw kept him from doing so.
Tears began to well up in Sasuke's eyes. The smaller boy could barely breathe. Itachi was hurting him, and he was scared. The only thoughts that passed through his mind were if there was any way he could find to escape, and why was his brother kissing him? Wasn't that supposed to be wrong?
When the kiss finally ended, Itachi began nibbling on his neck while putting his free hand under Sasuke's pyjama shirt and lifting it. He was beginning to get annoyed with all those clothes hindering him from seeing his brother's delicate body.
"Stop, nii-san!" the boy cried and made some attempts to kick Itachi, as the elder played with one of his nipples.
Itachi ignored his pleading and was not even affected by the lame kicks. He couldn't wait anymore. He needed him. With much difficulty, once Sasuke was not cooperating, Itachi proceeded to turn him to lay on his stomach.
"Nii-san, please stop!" No matter how much the younger cried, Itachi seemed not to hear him.
He moved Sasuke's shirt out of the way so that he could kiss his shoulders and neck, leaving purple marks wherever he could. His hands wandering and gripping. His mouth biting, licking, sucking, trying to taste the more he could get from his little brother.
Itachi pulled down Sasuke's pyjamas shorts, hissing as he caressed one of the boy's ass cheeks, feeling the excitement of being about to touch him as no one else had never done before, as no one else would ever do after he had taken him.
He pulled down his own pants along with the boxers and gave a few strokes on his member smearing the oozing pre-cum before he led the tip of his cock against Sasuke's entrance and pushed in. The searing pain made the younger struggle more and scream. Quickly, Itachi's hand was covering his mouth, muffling the sounds.
The lack of more lubrication made it difficult to enter at the beginning but soon inch by inch he filled him. His grip on Sasuke's hipbone helped him go farther inside. The elder bit his lower lip, suppressing a groan when he found his pelvis touching his little brother's ass. His whole length was inside him.
Itachi did not even wait, and he started with slow thrusts, feeling Sasuke clenching around his cock, driving him crazy. The sensation was different from anything he ever experienced, and he stopped hearing the cries, ignored the sobs from under him and the tears on the hand that was clamped over Sasuke's mouth. He kept thrusting until the movements became rougher as the little control he still had slipped from him at his imminent orgasm.
Painfully holding Sasuke's hips, to the point of breaking the skin, Itachi let out a moan of pure pleasure as his cock throbbed and his semen spurted inside his brother.
The boy whimpered to the feeling of the warm liquid against him. He heard Itachi's pants and the shallow breaths from behind him. Sasuke just wanted all that to end. He needed to get rid of all that pain.
Itachi pulled out and shakily lay beside him. He was still embracing him as if afraid Sasuke would run away—which he would if given a chance. Sasuke was afraid. He had just been abused by his brother, the person he most loved and trusted. He felt lost and betrayed. Why did this night have to end this way? What had he done wrong to make Itachi behave like this?
Itachi stayed awake holding his brother until the little boy ran out of tears and finally fell asleep in his iron grip.
''Good night, Sasuke,'' he said watching the sleeping form. A smirk appeared on his lips. His baby brother would never be able to forget this, no matter how much he tried or wanted. Itachi would plague his mind for the rest of his life. Their first night would be unforgettable. This cruel thought made the elder feel more than overjoyed.
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Sasuke woke up alone in Itachi's bedroom the next morning, feeling his whole body hurt, especially in the lower back. His once flawless pale skin now had uncountable little purple spots. The love bites Itachi had left on his body during the night were only in places that could be easily hidden by clothes.
He had struggled, screamed, kicked, nevertheless, everything he did was useless. Itachi was much stronger than him. The worst part was that he had no clues for why the elder had been so mean and did all those things. He felt terrible. Standing up slightly limping, he made his way out of the room. The young boy just wanted to take a shower to clean off the dried liquid between his legs.
Downstairs, when Sasuke went to have breakfast, Fugaku and Itachi were still at the table. His father reading newspaper, as always, didn't seem to notice him there.
His brother, on the other hand, didn't stop looking at him. He made his best to ignore it and took his usual seat across from Itachi, trying to prevent himself from making any noise or showing any sign of pain as his body made contact with the material of the chair.
Eating in silence, with his head lowered to keep from making eye contact with the elder, the whole time Sasuke switched for a better position on his seat. The incessant uneasiness of the boy made Fugaku stop reading his newspaper somewhat irritated. He had another hangover and his headache was killing him, and the repetitive sound of the chair moving, scratching on the ground every time Sasuke shifted was simply bothersome. He had put up with it in the past minutes, but now it was just getting on his nerves.
"What's your problem, Sasuke?" he snapped. Couldn't that kid sit still for a moment?
They were in silence for so long that the little boy startled with the sudden question and turned to his father's inquisitive face. Sasuke could feel Itachi's eyes on him, daring him to say anything to their father. His heartbeat sped up. What should he say?
He couldn't think of a proper answer. If he lied, what had occurred on the night before might happen all over again, but if he told the truth, that embarrassing and awful truth... Would his father even believe him? Would he do something? Perhaps Fugaku would say it had been all his fault. He could remember that something had changed in Itachi. And... had it been his fault at all?
After a long moment, he heard Fugaku sighing in annoyance, and he shook his head, finally replying, "Sorry. It's nothing."
The man went back to his reading and Sasuke glanced at Itachi. His older brother was lifting his cup of coffee to his mouth, and although his face remained expressionless as if nothing had ever happened, when he looked at Sasuke, in the depths of those dark eyes, the younger boy could see genuine amusement.
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(1) Unlike in CSI and other series, toxicology reports take several weeks to be released because of the great number of procedures and tests to prove their accuracy.