Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. I don't own Sasuke or Itachi…if I did I'd lock them in a room with a bed and chains …Yeah. Then record it…yeah.
WARNING! THIS FICTION CONTAINS BOYxBOY YAOI-NESS, AS WELL AS INCEST. IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT GO READ SOMETHING ELSE. THANK YOU.
A.N: Here's my much-promised soft lemon. Fan fiction doesn't allow any rough stuff and I'm too shy anyway. So yeah…enjoy. Same thing goes for this fic as before. Please if you see errors, message me and tell me what it is and how I can fix it. Thank you very much.
Chapter 2: Stolen HappinessSasuke could feel the dampness of the room, the feeling of being in water. His stomach twisted as he felt acid in his throat. Rolling over and trying to push its contents out, there was nothing to put out though. His eyes slowly opened fully, looking around the darkness, he felt cold, painful, and ill. The only sound to meet his ears was that of rain.
Sasuke shifted, wondering if he was in hell, noting the bandages around his body, but also noting his lack of clothing. At this point he didn't care. His head fell back on something soft, a pillow, something familiar and earthly; surely he wasn't dead. His eye caught the sight of the red silk, then the subtle smell of fire, dim light emitting from a fireplace off to his right.
A door opened as light poured into the room for a moment, Sasuke winced then closed his eyes, head pounding from the sudden out pouring. A familiar voice reached his ear, however not one he wanted to hear.
"You're awake it seems." Itachi walked over, hovering over him, crimson eyes studying every little curve of Sasuke's feminine body. "How do you feel?"
Sasuke turned his head, holding onto the blankets that covered him, with holding his answer. 'What'd he care…' he thought as he tried to sit up, only to no avail. He gave another cough. 'Helpless…useless.' His thoughts were raging on. Here he was, sitting before his enemy, ill, injured, and unable to move; all the while lust filled eyes were watching him.
Itachi sat on the edge of the bed, next to Sasuke, placing a cold washcloth on his forehead. "Hm…stubborn as always otouto. You've been asleep for a week…funny how close you were to death." His voice left his lips like honey, but there was no emotion in it.
Sasuke shifted as the weight pulled him closer to his brother. He growled, giving himself the freedom of emotion as he glared and tried to move away from the one he called enemy, yet the one he also once called brother.
Itachi simply reached under the bed, taking out two sets of cuffs, throwing his leg on the other side of Sasuke's hips, raising his arms and chaining him to the bed. "You'll not be going anywhere, foolish otouto…" his voice was smooth and enticing as velvet, sending shivers up Sasuke's spine. The way he spoke was almost in such a way that would attract him to something, but what could it be?
"I-I hate you!" Sasuke spat as he pulled at his chains.
Itachi simply reached out, running his fingers through the silk like spikes that adorned the younger Uchiha's hair. "In due time…I'll have your mind changed."
Sasuke growled louder, pulling weakly on the chains and sighing. He wouldn't give up so easily. Itachi then tied his feet to the posts, midnight eyes trailing the body of his brother. Forbidden territory, but to him nothing was forbidden and there were no limits. What Itachi wanted, Itachi got.
"Here…" The older Uchiha leaned down and tucked Sasuke in; hovering over him. "Sweet dreams, otouto. I'll be watching over you." Sasuke writhed as Itachi's sharingan activated. "Mangekyo Sharingan…" The eyes of the spiked hair one widened as he slipped into the technique. Itachi got up just as Sasuke screamed out. His body twisting and contorting on the bed.
With a soft sigh Itachi left the room, leaving Sasuke in his trap. Simply adding insult to injury with his Sharingan.
- - -
Sasuke pushed and tugged at his restraints, his brother's hands trailing over his body as his nails drug bloody lines down his chest and sides, blood deep and beautiful against moonlit skin. Bodies hung all around, bodies of his family as he was hoisted above them, his brother committing a sin against their family, another defilement of the clan. All in view of the cold lifeless eyes, set for them to watch.
The faces of his parents being the most agonizing to see, Mother looking pained, and father looking ashamed, a site maddening to any child who longed for their praise.
Everything was a haze, torture, agony; yelling out as the pain seized his mind. Slowly being drenched in his own blood, Itachi trailing his hands in every cut. Sasuke's body sweat, the salt of it burning his cuts more as Itachi's hand trailed his inner thigh, whispering unearthly horrors into his ear as he did.
"You're only mine. Forever mine." A hand wrapped itself around Sasuke's neck squeezing and strangling him, causing him to scream out. He could feel and watch in a mirror placed before him the horrors and defilement of his own body, mother and father in the background watching as Itachi's fingers trailed over his length, bloody tears welling up in his eyes as another scream escaped his throat.
"Is it truly hate you have for me…for your body screams otherwise…foolish little brother."
He showed him images, the images he suppressed so well. Forbidden dreams and thoughts of his enemy, his family's death, and himself.
Sasuke had dreamt of this before, though it was so different, a mutual need for each other instead of this forced rape that engulfed his mind, a dream from which he couldn't wake up.
He'd lusted after his brother before; this was a sickening feeling, as he couldn't close his eyes, unable to hide the faces of his mother and father, and the view of his brother.
He tried to stifle a moan as he felt warmth along side the searing pain; but it came out in a bloody scream, he had to watch, he had to moan. He was only aiding in the defilement of his clan, and it felt sickeningly good.
- - -
Itachi sat beside the bed, his technique having worn off a day and a half later. He looked down at the brother whom he'd lost to hatred. Sasuke's features had grown to be something that even the word beautiful would be an insult to him. Just like his older brother, indescribable beauty ran in the family.
His fingers trailed over the two pale lips, only brushing the skin, as his onyx eyes remained fixated on them. "Poor little brother, you've not eaten in so long…" Something drew Itachi down, this feeling…it was something he'd hidden from himself. What was this feeling that cried out to him so uncharacteristically?
Itachi leaned down in a slow manner, his lips so close to that of the object of his current obsession. He could feel Sasuke's breath against his cheek, sending silent shivers up his spine. He felt awkward this way. Emotion, something that flooded him, making him curses his own skin, his own body. His hand trailed up Sasuke's chest as he took in the warmth that engulfed the younger Uchiha. The steady beat of his heart making him edge closer and closer, their lips so close to touching, the damp feeling that came from that which he wanted so much to capture.
Everything was building, touch, sweet touch. What was wrong with him! What hold does this boy have over him that he couldn't take his life! That face and those words so full of malice and hate that only urged him closer. The wounds he carved into the mind of his brother that he ripped and reopened. Breaking him over and over till he was only a shell of himself, yet…unable to kill him.
Every touch was like fire against the skin of his brother, these questions running through his mind as he dug his nails into the skin, drawing up that which kept Sasuke alive. It was like honey poison to Itachi, so inviting and so sweet, yet, ever so deadly.
His mind was swirling, feeling dizzy with this maddening feeling. He'd felt this before, that night…that night before the massacre.
- - -
The night was violent, roaring with thunder and lightning, heavy rain drowning out all sound except for the thunder.
Itachi slept through it, nonetheless, he was tired from the mission he'd been on previously. ANBU was rough on his body, and rougher on his mind.
The sound of his door opening, and the smell of the wet rain made him stir slightly as he felt the blankets lift, a shivering wet form lying next to him, sobbing.
"Hmm…what is it Sasuke?" Itachi's voice was held down with tiredness as he lifted the blanket and looked down at the sobbing, wet child. Naturally knowing who it was that invaded his slumbers, for he tended to invade them every night, however, Itachi didn't mind it. The extra warmth was something that seemed to calm him more then anything.
Sasuke looked up at him with hot tears falling down his cheeks. "I-I'm scared, nii-san…"
Itachi simply shook his head and sat up, only to have Sasuke burry his head into his chest. Itachi gave a noticeable umpf as a breath escaped him with the sudden impact. He noticed the raven locks of his younger brother were dripped wet. This was curious, as there were canopies over the walkway to the other side of the mansion.
"Why are you wet, otouto?"
Sasuke looked up at him, still sobbing. "I-I t-took th-the quickest w-way t-to g-g-g-get here. T-Through t-th-the courtyard."
Itachi shook his head again; Sasuke's room was located next to his mother and father's room. Itachi's room however was located on the far end of the mansion, isolated. Though, that didn't stop Sasuke from running there every time he had a bad dream or was scared.
Smooth fingers lightly pushed themselves against Sasuke's forehead. "Foolish otouto."
Sasuke placed his hand on his forehead and sobbed more. Itachi leaned in and kissed the tears away, his hand finding itself on the back of the younger Uchiha's neck.
"Dry up and remove your shirt." Itachi smiled softly to the child, a rarity he only showed around his Sasuke.
Sasuke of course did as told, removing his shirt and shivering softly. Itachi took the blanket he'd be sleeping under and wrapped it around Sasuke tightly, pulling him into his lap with his arms wrapped around his feminine waist. Itachi found his head resting atop Sasuke's head, raven locks mixing with each other. Sasuke found his head resting on Itachi's chest with a soft and slow calming washing over him; the sound of his heartbeat was something Sasuke always enjoyed.
Time past as they sit there, Sasuke soon fast asleep even with the steady rumble in the background. Itachi laid the sleeping child down slowly, a hand placing itself on his chest to feel the rise and fall of each breath. Observing his brother, noting every little detail. How much calmer he looked when he was sleeping around him. How his lips were parted very slightly while he gave soft breaths of peaceful sleep, how sometimes his eyelids would move with his dreams.
Sasuke rolled over, clinging to Itachi with his head snuggling into Itachi's chest with a soft sound. "Nyuu…" It was almost a purr from the little Sasuke, making Itachi want to see the expression of his little brother's face.
A hand slipped up and tilted Sasuke's head back slightly, Sasuke had the most angelic look that could be imagined, surely he'd come from heaven, sent down just for Itachi.
Slowly, the older brother leaned down, drawn to his innocent lips, capturing those lips in his own for a moment. As he pulled back, a feeling surrounded him.
What was this…this was…love? That attraction that was so forbidden welcomed him with a stabbing motion through the heart. Itachi leaned back, his hand locked over his own mouth as he sat wide-eyed looking at the innocently sleeping boy.
His fingers found themselves pulling at his own raven hair, head down. He wanted to test himself. He was an ANBU captain; life was too short to get attached to someone. To rip the heart of his brother out once he were to die in a mission, which could be just a matter of days at the increasing danger of the missions.
There seemed to be only one way to get out. One-way to get rid of this feeling to stop the maddening feeling, a way to end feelings completely. He'd already obtained the Mangekyo…now he needed to test it, not only test that but test himself as well.
Itachi's eyes turned to his brother, reaching out as a hand wrapped itself around the small neck. Slowly his grip tightened as Sasuke woke up with the sudden lack of breath. His innocent eyes turned upwards to Itachi, whimpering. Itachi suddenly let go and found himself hugging the one whom he'd tried to kill, simply to test himself and set himself free of this accursed feeling.
"Otouto…"
His voice was shaken for once. Sasuke looked up and what he saw shocked him. A single tear ran down Itachi's cheek. The younger Uchiha leaned up and licked it away, as Itachi had done to him. Sasuke hugged Itachi's head to his chest, running his fingers through the older Uchiha's long ravened hair.
"I'm not going to go anywhere. I love you nii-san." Sasuke's words reached into Itachi with a strong tug letting go of his brother and getting up, the light of dawn shining through the windows.
"Thank you, otouto…" Itachi stood and looked back at his brother. He walked out the door, rain beating against the wood, going to his next ANBU mission early. Preparing himself for the night. He would get rid of the one thing that held him back from having his brother, even if it were to kill him.
- - -
Itachi reached out to Sasuke, the fire cracking and illuminating the red silk sheets. He found his fingers trailing over Sasuke's cheek causing the sleeping man to twist in almost instinctive disgust.
"You said you'd always be there otouto. What would you think if you knew you had betrayed me just as much as I'd betrayed you?" His words came out in a whisper, eyes closing as he trailed his other hand down Sasuke's chest, leaving cuts in the wake of his fingers.
"You were the only one who said that they loved me. My otouto…" Itachi's hand caressed Sasuke's inner thigh as he laid his head on his chest. "You've matured into something so welcoming. Oh if only your life hadn't slipped through my fingers that night…I wouldn't have these pointless feelings now."
Sasuke felt the weight on his chest as his eyes shot open, only to show just how broken he was from his forced dream. His body started to shake with fear at the feeling of warm blood slipping down his torso and his mortal enemy lying atop him.
Itachi looked up at his younger brother, finding himself drawn up to him as slender delicate fingers were placed behind his neck, pulling him into a passionate yet rough kiss. Sasuke's eyes only widen more as he took it in, not having much of a choice.
Sasuke soon found that blood was gathering in his mouth as his brother bit into his lip, tongue trailing over the small wound and taking in the metallic tasting liquid. Itachi's fingers ran over his spine and slowly down his body as he pushed up against him with the roughness he was accustom to. Pulling back from the kiss, Itachi opened his darkened eyes and looked into the pools of what remained of his brother, blood running down the corner of Sasuke's mouth.
"You must be used to this…knowing Orochimaru, he's already claimed this body as ever more his." Itachi's fingers lightly gathered the blood that ran from the younger Uchiha's mouth and slipped them into Sasuke's mouth, pushing against his tongue as a signal to suck on them.
Sasuke did as told as tears began to gather at the corners of his eyes, sucking on his brother's fingers then letting them free of the warmth of his mouth.
"He has tried…. but I've pushed him away." Sasuke's reply came quietly as one tear fell down his cheek.
Itachi leaned in, licking away the salty drop. "Stubborn as always, otouto…" Itachi slowly sat up and above Sasuke, straddling him as he looked at the one before him. A being only 16 years old, angelic in his appearance with such a forced maturity, surely this maturity had come at a price.
The older Uchiha slipped his hands back to where they were before, his fingers trailing over Sasuke's soft leg and slowly up. Sasuke twitched and shivered under the touch as he lifted his lower body slightly in a natural reaction, holding in the sounds he wished so desperately to make but he wouldn't allow Itachi the satisfaction.
Silently, Itachi moved up, his fingers trailing the length of his younger brother, teasing him to arousal.
"S-Stop…please nii-san…"
Sasuke's tears were flowing freely down his cheeks now, he must have been holding them in for sometime, years of not just what developed in those few minutes. Truly he had been broken.
Itachi leaned up, seeing his mirror image with tears on his cheeks only edged him on more. A hot tongue slipped over Sasuke's cheeks, gathering his tears and forcing him into another painful kiss. Sasuke's body started to comply to the touches, his secret fantasies clawing their way up to the surface, giving in and moaning with a certain desperation into his older brother's mouth.
A shiver ran over the older of the two, sending him into a state of ecstasy, pushing him over the edge of want to a necessary need. Itachi kissed down Sasuke's chest in a frenzy of force and roughness, stripping himself of every article of clothing and freeing his own length.
A push of the hips and a sudden touching of their most intimate places caused Sasuke to cry out in his own need. New feelings and new pleasures engulfing the young Uchiha, forbidden fruit often times being the sweetest.
Itachi placed himself at Sasuke's entrance, pushing himself in without a word, a notable breath of pleasure escaping him as he began, the warmth engulfing him entirely.
Sasuke cried out and shivered under the weight and the feeling of his brother brushing every pleasurable spot inside of him, however, the pain of his own virginity causing blood to run out with every move. Moans of pleasure came from both parties as Itachi leaned over, letting his brother free of restraints, allowing Sasuke to wrap his arms around the shoulders of his enemy, pushing his hips up.
"A-Aniki!" Sasuke cried out, his moans twisting into screams. Building, building, building making his head spin as the climax of it all began to approach with such a sudden pressure it made his stomach hurt.
"Louder." The demand was panted in a desperate whisper into Sasuke's ear, the motion of Itachi's hips growing faster and more painful as the older Uchiha hit the spot that made the younger twist in sweet agony.
"ANIKI!" Sasuke cried out, his body twisting and succumbing to the pain and pleasure Itachi gave him.
Just as quickly as it had begun, it had ended. Itachi lying on his younger brother's chest, panting softly with his hair feathered out against Sasuke's creamy skin. Both of their essence mixed together on Sasuke's stomach, blood running from Sasuke's entrance with a few scratches on Itachi's back.
"I love you otouto…"
"I love you too nii-san."
Sasuke found his head nuzzled against the very one he'd lived to kill, the one who once took away his happiness. The very one who lay, sweating atop him, dozing lightly.
Sasuke's eyes trailed the room; he saw a knife and an apple beside the bed on a side table. This was his chance to kill his brother, his chance to finally avenge his clan and regain his happiness.
A hand slipped down and lightly grasped his enemy's chin, a thumb running over Itachi's lower lip. Onyx eyes looked up at Sasuke, Itachi's body moving up and licking Sasuke's lips.
Sasuke opened his mouth as their tongues greeted each other, intertwining passionately. Slowly Itachi leaned down and in, the contours of Itachi's lips against Sasuke's seemed so perfect a fit unmatched by any other.
A realization came to Sasuke as one arm wrapped around Itachi's shoulders, and one to the side, towards the side table where the knife and apple lay.
Itachi leaned his head to the side and pushed more into the kiss, his tongue massaging the side of Sasuke's mouth and over his tongue, proceeding to push against it in a rough manner.
Sasuke's fingers touched the edge of the wooden table; his finger nails lightly digging into the wood. Lightly he returned the kiss, rubbing the back of Itachi's neck to keep him distracted as he almost started to wrestle with Itachi's tongue.
'I have a chance. Now's my chance!' His fingers brushed the handle of the knife but the touch was unnatural, something screamed out to him to stop. His hand slipped from it as he deepened the kiss with Itachi.
'This isn't…true.' Sasuke's body relaxed slowly, the thoughts flooding his mind. He realized he loved his brother. He always had. He always wanted to be just like him, but not quite, he wanted more. His happiness had been ripped away, but within those years of hatred, those years of bloodlust after his brother, it remained. He loved him and his happiness had always been right before him, hidden within his forced hatred. Now, his happiness was happening. He wasn't about to take it away now.
Itachi opened his eyes and saw his brother's hand reaching for the knife. Pulling back he hovered over his brother. "Kill me if that's your deepest wish…no other can. Only you."
His voice had that smooth texture that drew Sasuke in like a hungry puppy.
Slowly Sasuke took hold of the knife, Itachi closed his eyes and laid his head on Sasuke's chest. The knife was raised, and then dropped quickly with a stab.
The juices of life flowed from what remained.
Sasuke took hold of one of the slices of the apple he'd cut into, lightly pushing it against Itachi's lips.
"Why would I take away the one thing that makes me happy?" Sasuke allowed himself a smile as Itachi bit into the apple, taking in its sweetness. He leaned in and pushed some of the apple into Sasuke's mouth, sharing the sweetness.
Forbidden fruit is always the sweetest.
Ok. Chapter 2. What'd you think? Comments keep me going and this fic if far from over. I promised action and you got action. Funny how this stuff comes from a virgin who hasn't even had her first kiss. XD Eh, I don't know if I'm good at it though. I suppose its just because I think not a good writer, however I leave that decision up to you. I do want to know from those who have had their own little kiss experiences if I've captured it properly. Thank you very much and good day.