Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. I own a few cents and an Itachi plushie. That's about it.

WARNING! THIS FICTION CONTAINS BOYxBOY LOVE AND YAOI INCEST! MAY RESULT IN SMEXINGS. IF YOU AREN'T INTO THAT PLEASE RELOCATE YOURSELF. THANK YOU!

An: Oh my! I'm so sorry for not updating! It's been such a wild couple of weeks! I've got a new niece! Her name is Page and she's so cute! My anime convention went well also! I took my time off from writing to complete my cosplay stuff. Also I've been working on some AMV's. Anyone up for some Itachi singing "I'm too sexy"? Again I'm sorry for the delay, I've had major writers block on this. ' Please enjoy the chapter though!

Chapter 6: Right and Wrong

Itachi took hold of Sasuke's hand, pulling him without giving a thought to Sasuke's wounds. He rushed to the lake that was before him, channeling the chakara to his feet and taking off with great speed.

Sasuke was dazed at the sudden rush, his wounds bleeding profusely.

"W-What is it?" His voice was slightly muffled by the sound of wind passing the two, raven locks rushing behind Itachi.

"There's no way we can prove that we didn't attack them first. The blame will fall on us no matter what we do." Itachi's voice was stoic as ever. The tone always annoyed Sasuke to no end.

"There are two of us to stand up for each other though!" Sasuke ripped away from Itachi and ran along side of him as they reached the forest, jumping gracefully as they often did, leaving no trace of themselves as they went.

Itachi simply speed up, a sign of annoyance. "…And there are two bodies, otouto."

Sasuke growled louder, it wasn't fair. How could they just ignore them!

As though Itachi had read his mind he explained.

"In an organization of S-ranked criminals, there has to be some sort of order. If there wasn't, then everyone would be killing each other and it would become a mess. A power struggle, if you will. Hence, there are laws set down just silently. Don't kill each other, and keep the organization intact."

Sasuke nodded as the finger on which his ring sat began to burn, causing him to give a surprised yelp. Itachi's ring had begun to heat and burn as well, though his voice remained silent as always.

"They've discovered the bodies." Itachi ripped the ring free of his finger and simply dropped it, never showing any sign of pain.

Sasuke did much of the same as he looked towards Itachi, "What's this mean?"

"We've been exiled. There will be a hefty bounty on our heads now. I've no doubt there will be a lot of difficulty in finding a secure place. The Akatsuki have many connections and they tend to use them."

Sasuke's eyes turned down. This wasn't happening. How could this happen? Surely the higher beings, if there was one, were looking down on him and laughing at his situations.

He'd lost his family.

He'd lost his brother.

Happiness.

Love.

Gone.

False hate left in their wake.

He'd gotten stronger with passing years to kill the one whose arms he now longed to be in to comfort the pains and scars of his life.

He'd found his brother.

He'd found his happiness.

…And now he was running to keep that.

Tears burned the corner of the teen's eyes, fighting back the urge to just yell out and destroy everything around him. Midnight eyes turned up as he watched his brother running in front of him, his back, and shadow, a sight he was only too used to.

"Nii-san…" His voice came out in a way that sounded hopeless, the wounds in his side and chest from the shuriken were losing a lot of blood and he found the world was becoming darker and darker with every step. He knew he couldn't keep up, and the anger dwelling so hotly inside him didn't make it any better.

"Nii….san…"His words were weak, angered and hollow. Sasuke fell forward, hands out stretched to Itachi as the image of his older brother's back slowly faded, wind whipping and twisting around him as he fell.

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Everything was still, the world was warm as the smell of his brother filled Sasuke's senses.

"You're awake at last…" Itachi's voice came from the side as Sasuke held tight to his brother's cloak. Sitting up slowly, finding his wounds had been cleaned and bandaged, however they burned and hurt him deeply.

Was it the wounds that hurt though?

"I thought you were stronger then that otouto…" Itachi's face was stoic, his voice dull. This was like a stab in the heart to Sasuke as he touched one of the bandages, wishing so desperately for Itachi to turn around and look at him.

The raven-haired teen slowly crawled over and touched Itachi's shoulder. "Nii-san…"

Itachi's eyes turned as he looked at the young Uchiha without so much as letting down his sharingan. In a way, ignoring him, yet, in a way looking at him. It wasn't enough for Sasuke.

Frustration began to boil inside the teen as he took hold of Itachi's collar, glaring at him, crimson meeting crimson as his sharingan replaced the deep blue eyes.

"Give me a chance…one mess up shouldn't change anything."

"You were careless. One mistake could kill us both."

"It wasn't my fault!"

"You were the one who was wounded."

"You can't say you haven't been before!" Sasuke hissed his words, pushing and gripping the black fishnet shirt between his fingers.

Itachi's answer came out as coolly and calm as always. "I can say that I haven't been so careless as my otouto to be seriously wounded by one of my alleged commrads. You've the Mangekyo Sharingan now…you've no reason to be in such a state."

Sasuke let a lower threatening growl emit from his throat as he pushed forward, whipping a hand around in an attempt to throw a punch aimed at Itachi's cheek.

Itachi simply caught the attack in his hand and pushed Sasuke forward and onto the ground, not bothering to be concerned over the wounds his brother had.

The younger Uchiha gave a slight groan as he rolled over, holding his side as he struggled to sit up, his eyes bleeding back into the sharingan as he pushed forward, instead of attacking, he wrapped his arms tightly around his brother's shoulders, forcing a deep kiss onto his brother as he glared at him. A fight with fists would be too much of a strain, perhaps this would get Itachi's attention.

Itachi simply sighed into it, giving his usual stoic look, slipping a hand up around Sasuke's neck and pushing him back, crawling on top.

"I hope you realize how much you still need to grow, otouto…" Itachi ran a hand down the younger Uchiha's cheek, his thumb brushing his swollen lips.

Sasuke squirmed under him, Itachi pulling at the bandages and leaning down more, pulling Sasuke up, his breath just brushing over his neck.

The teen felt shivers run up his back as he pushed more onto his brother just out of habit.

"Don't be so foolish." Itachi's words cut deep into Sasuke as he forced his lips upon the other, biting down hard on the younger's lower lip, drawing blood up and sitting back on his stomach.

"You seem to act as though you have some kind of hold over me…you don't have even the littlest hold over me, otouto." Itachi grabbed hold of the bandages that wrapped around Sasuke's chest.

He winced at the pressure applied to his wounds as he was raised up just a little more Itachi whispering right into his ear, lips brushing against his skin.

"I could kill you right now and not feel the littlest bit of remorse. If it means my survival and your peace then I will. Remember who you're with, Sasuke. I've had the Mangekyo sharingan a lot longer then you have…I can use it in ways you could never begin to imagine."

Sasuke's eyes were wide now, this was the cold feeling he had always received from Itachi. Not the warmth that seemed to have developed over the last few weeks.

"I think punishment is in order…" Itachi's words came out in a slight purr as he ripped the bandages off of Sasuke, lightly rocking his hips against his and using those bandages to tie back the teen's arms.

Sasuke twisted underneath the older Uchiha as the cold air hit his wounds and made him hiss in pain. The pain only mixed with his sudden lust that seemed to be spurred on all of the sudden with the almost animalistic way Itachi was treating him.

Itachi took out a kunai and pushed it through Sasuke's restraints, pinning his arms up above his head as he dug it into a nearby tree root. Crimson eyes roamed over the moonlit skin of his otouto, thin elegant fingers soon followed the gaze.

Slow.

The older Uchiha dug his nails into the light wounds on Sasuke's side, letting them bleed again, dipping his fingers in the blood and trailing them over the younger Uchiha's torso. He drew little patterns with the blood against Sasuke's skin, nothing in particular besides lazy scribbles, however, they were elaborate and beautiful works.

The light touches and the burning feeling that mixed with it tortured Sasuke, eyes closing tight, his own sharingan remaining in the place of darkened eyes. His hips naturally pushed up when Itachi's fingers ran just under his navel. He could feel his heartbeat in his fingertips, hear the same sound in his ears, and feel the familiar ache in his stomach.

Hurt.

Itachi allowed himself a small smirk, pushing his palm into the wounds, sending waves of pain up the younger's body as he leaned down, biting down on the spot of Sasuke's neck that made him desperate.

Sasuke contorted under the weight of his brother, giving a sharp gasp of pain as everything was building, his hips pushing up, searching for the friction he so desperately needed.

Itachi finished his marking of Sasuke and leaned up.

"Feeling needy, otouto…?"

Sasuke whimpered slightly as Itachi pushed his palm on another wound, his other hand trailing over his arousal.

"Aniki…I-I…"

Itachi smirked again, taking Sasuke's chin between his fingers and tilting his head back just slightly, sharingan meeting sharingan.

"You know your place don't you?"

Sasuke didn't emotionally enjoy this treatment, but his body flourished in it. He couldn't give Itachi the satisfaction of success just yet though, shooting him a deathly glare, still wanting to assert his dominance.

Itachi simply raised and eye brow as he reached back, taking out a small shuriken.

"I'll have that changed then, foolish otouto."

The older Uchiha removed Sasuke's clothing slowly, taking the shuriken and cutting lightly into the smooth skin of his inner thigh. He watched as Sasuke writhed in a slightly pleasured pain.

Sasuke wasn't sure how much more of this he could take. Hot tears were burning in the corner of his eyes as he let out a low whimper.

"A-Aniki…"

Itachi looked up at his otouto and set the shuriken aside, noting the tears that were running down the Younger Uchiha's cheeks. He reached forward and removed the restraints, moving behind him and wrapping his arms around the shaken teen.

"Relax…you've learned your lesson, otouto."

Sasuke leaned back against Itachi, panting softly, his arousal starting to hurt with need.

Love.

Itachi took note of it silently and gave a lick to the tears that ran down the teen's face, slipping his hands in front and lightly pumping Sasuke's length through his fingers.

"You're desperate, hm?"

Sasuke gave a hot breath, pushing back against his aniki. His hips pushing up against that, which gave him what, he so desperately needed. Blinded by lust and the need to be wanted by Itachi.

The older Uchiha simply worked Sasuke up almost to his peek then let go, causing him to lean forward, holding tightly to the grass, panting and whimpering. "Please aniki…"

Lust.

Itachi stood slowly and removed his own clothing, spreading out the cloak Sasuke wore, sitting and pulling Sasuke into his lap, raising him up and sheathing himself inside the desperate Uchiha. Giving a simple command.

"Move."

Sasuke did as told and slowly rocked his hips with a hard bounce now and then, his back pushing up against Itachi's chest.

It didn't take long for Sasuke to find the pace that made both of them cry out.

Everything grew dizzy for a few moments as both panted and sweat in their climax.

"A-Aniki…I-I love you…" Sasuke's words were muffled and strangled by his lack of breath as he lay down quietly beside Itachi.

The older Uchiha was lightly holding his head, the intense pleasure making him dizzier then he was used to.

"I love you too, otouto…"

He reached back and let his ebony locks free of the tie that held them back, laying down next to Sasuke and embracing him.

Sasuke was his and his alone. He was both his toy and his pet. His lover atop all of that.

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The weeks that followed were riddled with battles and long periods of running. Sasuke found that the Mangekyo had made him a lot stronger then he'd imagined it would. Shedding blood grew a lot easier, but he also found he was growing more and more stoic, just like Itachi.

He could remember the first time he had to kill someone on this trip, he'd gotten ill off to the side just after. Now the kills seemed to sustain him as time went on.

Conversations between the two remained little, at least they had conversation. Sasuke was glad, in a kind of bliss every time he could exchange a few words with Itachi. His get away was placed on his brother's lips, his heaven in his brother's arms.

One thing plagued him though.

"I could kill you right now and not feel the littlest bit of remorse. If it means my survival and your peace then I will. Remember who you're with, Sasuke."

Sasuke cringed, everyday the words rang so clearly in his ears. It was starting to get to him and he could tell. The forced and fake hatred seemed to bubble up and claw at his mental stability. The curse seal on his collar seemed to take to that fondly as it burned and reacted every time.

"Was this right?" The thought echoed through Sasuke's mind as he sat in front of a fire, located beside a creek stocked with plenty of fish.

"What about revenge?"

"What about mother and father?"

"They WANT you to kill him."

"You see them in your dreams."

"What's happiness but a fleeting life?"

"You're no better then him."

The ghosts of his family haunted him. They begged him every night to turn to the one he called brother and take his life in the most violent way possible.

It made him sick.

This night though…it haunted him more then ever. He thought he was losing his mind as he pulled at the raven locks that hung in his eyes. Sharingan fading in and out of his eyes.

Was this right? Was it ok? He killed EVERYONE. He's not your happiness. There is no such thing as happiness. You saw him as a hero before…and he killed everyone. Can't you imagine what he'll do now that you see him as a lover? He could kill you…he could torture you in the worst way possible out of selfishness.

"Stop it…"He whispered to himself, bringing his legs to his chest.

"Stop it…" He whispered again, glad Itachi wasn't there to see him so vulnerable. He'd gone to get firewood a while ago. He'd be back soon.

The curse mark on his shoulder began to burn furiously, twisting up his skin making him fall to the ground.

It was taking over.

That murderous feeling. It was controlling him like a puppet. Holding back the side that loved Itachi. The only side immerging was that of the curse mark. What it was founded on. What it thrived on.

Everything in his body was telling him to kill Itachi when he returned. To destroy the one he called aniki.

Sasuke felt his eyes closing as the world was becoming clouded, he was losing sense of himself. He wasn't himself. Something false was controlling him.

Hate.

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There's Chapter 6 everyone….FINALLY! I know man. I'm sorry I kept you all waiting. I've had such a hard time with this chapter, but we're almost there. School starts for me next week but I'm going to try to have this story done by this weekend. Only one chapter left. Thank you everyone for your support and please review. It makes me so happy and it gives me such inspiration to write more.