The Never-Fading Light

Chapter 4: Between Worlds

Sasuke choked on blood as a cough racked through his broken body. He lay on a wooden bench in some sort of cell. He had passed out for awhile. He wished he was passed out now. Every inch of his body ached from Hidan's questions. That sadist knew how to hurt without marking. He knew every nerve in a human's body. He knew how to draw answers from his victim's lips. Sasuke hadn't talked though. Not one word. He may have been stupid enough to get himself into this situation, but he would be damned if he gave them one scrap of information they could use to hurt Naruto.

Naruto...gods what was he thinking right now? Was he worried about him yet? Did he have the intuition that he really wasn't on a mission? He swallowed another mouthful of the bitter metallic taste, wondering how much he would be able to get down before making himself sick. The Akatsuki had hinted that there was another spy in his life. ...It couldn't have been Naruto. Not his dobe...and not Kakashi...so that left…

"I heard you didn't answer any questions," Sasuke's stomach leapt at the sound of his brother's voice, too exhausted to do anything but slightly turn his head towards him. He whined as pain lashed through his skull, not even having the strength to grab for his temples. His eyes were bleary as he thought he might pass out again. Itachi tilt his head as he watched him, obviously knowing his ailment. He just didn't care. Why would he? He had just had him tortured for hours on end.

"Medicine?" Sasuke asked, not able to help that tinge of desperation in his voice. If Itachi wanted to have a conversation...or hell if he wanted to kill him, he couldn't do it with this pain in his head.

"You don't need it," Itachi whispered. "Do you know why your head hurts, Otouto?" He asked, and Sasuke watched as he opened the bars to his cell. "There are instances in your life that reverberate against something that has already happened to you. Those instances war with one another, and your brain tries to accommodate them both. It will likely kill you one day if you keep fighting it."

Sasuke didn't understand a word of that, because that couldn't possibly be true. "How could I possibly have someone else's memories?"

"Because you like to torture yourself," Itachi replied automatically, leaning down and brushing his fingertips across his forehead. Sasuke sighed in relief as the headache began to ebb. "Because you're stubborn. What do your dreams tell you, Sasuke?"

Sasuke shifted, groaning in pain as his bruised and battered body suffered. "My dreams? How do you know about that?" He knew he should be jumping up to attack the bastard. He knew he should be fighting, but he would lose, so what was the point? He was too hurt to do anything but stare.

"I had dreams too. After that night in the village. I had a lot of dreams," Itachi's painted nails tilted his head up to meet his eyes, and Sasuke kind of wanted to spit in his face again. However, that wouldn't get him answers. "You did all of this. It would be impressive if it wasn't so infuriating."

"I didn't do…" Sasuke tried, but Itachi interrupted.

"That's what I thought for awhile. I thought there was no way you were the same person. I watched you grow up weak and pathetic, nothing like him," Itachi's fingers trailed lower, and Sasuke did try to fight him when he once more undid his pants, slipping them low again to reveal his tattoo. Sasuke's cheeks lit up with whatever mangled blood was still inside his body. This was different than that point out in front of the Akatsuki. They were alone. They were alone and Itachi's eyes were fixed on a point just above his sex.

Sasuke struggled with everything he had, trying to reach down to pull up the pants that were revealing far too much for his liking. He grunted as his hand was shoved away. "S-stop…" He managed, trying to shift away from view, but Itachi pinned his hip to the bench.

"Are you embarrassed?" Itachi asked, sounding almost amused. "You don't want me looking? What do you think you have there that I haven't seen before?" His eyes were alight with cruelty again, and Sasuke actually whined when his hands came to his waistband, and pulled them all the way off. "Should we just get this completely out of the way? Trust me, you don't need to be embarrassed of me seeing your cock." Sasuke struggled then, trying to make his muscles move as he fought off Itachi's hands.

"What the hell is wrong with you!?" Sasuke bit out, rolling his knees up and blocking Itachi's eyes from looking. "Freak!"

Itachi just sighed, and Sasuke let out a gurgled sound of pain as he was backhanded. His head slammed against the bench as his consciousness sang again, threatening to be wiped away. "What is wrong with me? Maybe you should glance down at yourself before you start throwing around such hurtful accusations," He taunted, and Sasuke didn't need to glance to know what he was talking about. Because he was hard...of course he was. He was in pain and nearly dead, but somehow he managed to get hard with his brother between his legs.

"It doesn't mean anything," How could it? He had been dreaming about this all his life. He had had Itachi between his legs through countless wet dreams. He had dreamed about a world where this monster didn't exist...but it was someone...different. Someone that loved him.

"No?" Itachi asked him, and he sounded almost amused. "You get turned on by all the men who look at you? I haven't truly looked though, have I?" He asked, sounding almost curious.

"Wha…" He tried, wondering what that meant, but he didn't have to ponder it long as his legs were ripped open. He really did start struggling now. He thrashed on the bench as Itachi pressed against his stomach. He kept him still before revealing his puckered entrance, and Sasuke tried to kick the sick fuck in the face as he spread his legs wider. "What the hell is wrong with you!?" He screamed as fingers lingered between his legs, poised and threatening. "You sick fuck!"

Itachi smirked...that bastard actually smirked at him as his fingers swirled just over the muscle, pressing against him teasingly. "Am I? What do your dreams tell you, Sasuke?" He asked again, putting more pressure, and to Sasuke's horror he felt his cock stiffen even more as it pressed against his belly. "What do they tell you?" He asked again, and Sasuke felt himself tremble against those fingers.

Sasuke swallowed, trying to shift away from those fingers, and yet...gods and yet… Precum rolled down the head of his penis, and for the life of him he didn't know why he was so turned on. He didn't know how he possibly could be in a position like this with a monster between his legs. It was almost like he couldn't control it.

"You…" He managed, knowing it was what the other wanted to hear. "My dreams tell me I'm supposed to be with you!"

Itachi pulled away then, and Sasuke grunted as he was shoved back with his brother on top of him. "As if there was every any doubt about that."

"It's rape Itachi...It's…" He was quieted as Itachi gripped his jaw.

"It really wouldn't be, but don't worry Otouto, your non-existent virginity is safe with me. I don't really want the Kyuubi's leftovers." Itachi's eyes were wild as he squeezed his jaw. "Fucking whore,"

"Rapist fuck!" Sasuke shot right back into his face, not backing down to this son of a bitch who had abandoned him. Sasuke shifted, not about to let the asshole off the hook. He felt the hardness pressing against his stomach, straining against Itachi's dark pants. "It sure seems like you want them."

Itachi sneered, and Sasuke's eyes slid back as he rolled his hips, dragging against his already stimulated cock...and once this was over he would go through and ask himself why the hell he was letting this happen. "You don't even compare to the one I want. You've been given everything. A family, power, notoriety...and what have you done with it? You're an ANBU dog that sucks the Kyuubi's cock? You're too weak to even seek revenge for your clan."

"By killing you, you mean?" Up until the day before he hadn't thought it was Itachi's fault. He had been after the man in the orange mask. "Who is he? The man in the mask. Tell me. I need to know."

"Why didn't you tell Hidan anything about your lover?" Itachi questioned darkly back, punctuating the question with another roll of his hips.

Sasuke's nails dug into the wood of the bench to hide a moan, not realizing he was spreading his legs wider to accommodate. "Because I love him,"

"Oh?" Itachi asked with mocking anger. "Clearly. I wonder how much you will love him when the Kyuubi is ripped from his shell...because I don't think you're close to him because you love 'him' Sasuke. I think you're close to him because you love it."

Sasuke knitted his eyebrows as he hadn't been expecting that. He let the resistance go, and Itachi's clothed cock slid between his legs, brushing against his entrance. His head exploded and flashes filled his skull of him running through the trees. He pictured a cloak of chakra covering him with power. He could taste it as more and more tails came out...as his teeth and nails sharpened. He growled in his throat, and it sounded like the Kyuubi...like he had it. When he came back to himself his dull human teeth were digging into Itachi's shoulder, blood rolling along the ivory white color of them as he tasted his brother's essence. He absentmindedly noticed the wet sticky feeling that was now between them, and in his haze of pleasure and want he acknowledged the fact that he had cum.

Itachi drew the mouth away from his now bleeding shoulder, looking down into Sasuke's sharingan filled eyes. "Still trying to eat me. I shouldn't be surprised." Sasuke was panting slightly with fear and want as he looked up, and he wanted...no...he needed for Itachi to kiss him, even though he would never in a million years be able to explain why. "This is going to hurt. Don't worry...I'll take care of you afterwards." He said that like he cared...like he wasn't a monster. Sasuke knew, however, that that was just a lie. In the end, as those eyes began to swirl with the mangekyo...it did hurt. In the end he screamed as he was drawn into those eyes.

"Do you want to hear a story?" Itachi asked him, and Sasuke glanced up with wide eyes. He sat ramrod still on the dark water, fingers sliding through it as someone had invaded his solitude. His desolation. "There once was a boy who changed the world. He broke his soul to bring back its mate, and then he hid himself away like a coward."

Sasuke got to his feet, backing up and separating them with a wall of fire. It was a possibility that this was just another illusion, and yet, he realized his Aniki was talented enough to get into his mind.

"I can taste your fear," Itachi taunted through the flames, and he sounded angry...furious. "Do you have any idea what I'm going to do to you Sasuke? Can you even imagine the fantasies I've built up in my mind for 10 years?"

Sasuke spun, and Itachi was there. He grabbed him, even if he could barely feel it, and another wall of fire appeared. Itachi thrust him against it, and the flames painlessly licked against his back. Sasuke expected yelling...he expected pain, but all he got were those lips. Those soft lips slid against his own like two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. He sighed, opening up immediately as Itachi deepened it, sliding his tongue along his own even if it was just a whisper of a feather. It was hardly there...and yet everything to him.

"Aniki…" He managed, and he tried to pour his love and longing into that word, but a finger covered his lips.

"Shut up. You let me talk now. I've said so very little to you of how I actually feel. Is that why you're hiding yourself?" He questioned, and his dark brown eyes flickered over his face. "Do you still hate me? Is that why you won't come home to me?"

Sasuke's eyes flickered over Itachi's grief stricken face, seeing guilt written all over his features. "I gave you what you wanted. That is your brother without all the fucked up things you did to me. That's who you always wanted me to be."

"Lies," Itachi hissed, pressing further against him. "I've always only wanted you, even when I was ripping you apart."

"Especially then," Sasuke replied, and his arms found their way around his neck. "Getting to play with your handiwork. The things that have been done to me would break his mind. It's not like yours...you melded so quickly."

"I had to endure those same things, Sasuke," Itachi growled, gripping his chin. "Or do you not think any of those things done to you hurt me?"

"You did them," Sasuke accused, glaring now. "You did all of them,"

"Blame me for Orochimaru or that Kyuubi one more time and I'll cut out your tongue." He glanced around. "I'll find some way in this prison of yours," He promised him, following it by an almost gentle kiss to the side of his mouth. "I'll never hurt you again."

Sasuke laughed at that, cynically rolling his eyes. "The cruelest kind of lie. You don't obviously believe that, do you?"

"I love you," Itachi said openly, hands traveling down his body to grip his waist.

"Do you?" Sasuke questioned. "You didn't come for me,"

"You told me not to. I had to bait you into finally coming back," He kissed along his jaw. "Even then...it isn't truly you. I can't believe you pulled it off."

"You almost sound impressed," Sasuke mused, a little surprised.

"I'm enthralled," Itachi corrected. "You exceeded my every expectation. You managed feats that no Sannin could even hope for. You're incredible."

"You're sucking up to me," Sasuke murmured, rolling his eyes even as his cheeks heated in pride. "You were always nicer in this world."

"Take whatever praise you want from me, Brightness, just come back." Itachi begged. "If I had known…" His fingers traveled lower, and pressed against the Uchiha fan scar on his hip. For some reason...Sasuke felt it...not just the small brush of a touch, but he actually felt it. He moaned before he could help himself, and Itachi took the opportunity to claim his lips again.

Sasuke melted into him as the flames faded once more to water and he gave himself over to his brother...his soulmate that he'd been missing for such a long time. Itachi pulled away to look at him. "I'll stay here with you...in this world. I'll do anything you ask, Otouto." He kissed him again, desperation against those barely there lips. "Come home to me...We'll figure it out."

"I'll go insane," Sasuke argued as Itachi laid their heads together, hand pressed to his cheek.

"I don't care...I'll take care of you. I'll bring you back. I always do," He promised, and Sasuke sighed into his mouth as they kissed again.

"I brought you back this last time. You don't get to take all the credit." Itachi pulled back slightly to watch him after those words.

"You did," He agreed. "Then hid yourself from me...From more pain. I know you think that's what I want Otouto, but it couldn't be less true. I just want you. Come back."

"Itachi…" Sasuke whispered. "I don't think I know how," Sasuke shook his head. "I don't think there is any of me left...It's him."

"I don't want him," Itachi growled, arguing against that logic. "What do you need me to do? Tell me…"

Sasuke grinned a little to himself, cupping Itachi's cheek. "I thought you knew everything,"

"I don't know if you still love me," Itachi said back almost softly, and Sasuke was once more floored with how different he was in this world between worlds, even after all this time. "Do you? After everything I've done to you, can you?"

"Aniki…" Sasuke whispered, kissing him once more as the flames rose back up in his mind. "Don't ask questions you already know the answer to." He chided, before throwing him with his genjutsu out of his mind.

Sasuke was trembling from head to toe as he slowly came back into awareness. Itachi was groaning in what sounded like pain above him. His eyes slid around the room as Itachi picked himself up off of him, and Sasuke felt something sticky all over his stomach. "What did you do to me?" He asked, because his mind had been quiet, as if he had passed out. He felt wrong...like his mind had been stretched too thin.

Itachi managed to pull back, though he was moving sluggish, and Sasuke thought once again that he was in pain. He watched as his older brother sat up on his hips, tucking himself back into his pants, and if he didn't feel so stretched thin he would have been more horrified to realize Itachi's cum was pooled on his belly. "You belong to me, Sasuke. You're going to stay here, and we are going to continue your training."

Sasuke blinked as blood dripped down onto his face, and he realized then that Itachi's eyes were bleeding. He didn't seem to mind. "I'm not staying here." He tried, but he was too exhausted to put any sort of conviction in his voice. "Naruto...I have to go home."

"He was going to propose to you," Itachi whispered, rubbing his eyes with the back of his sleeve and smearing the blood across his face like war paint. "I let you live your own life, Otouto, but I'd be damned if I let you marry that cretin." He leaned down then, and Sasuke flinched as soft lips pressed to his cheek. "That's why I baited you on your birthday."

Sasuke's eyes widened at that information, his heart pained with need for his dobe. His eyes teared up as he watched Itachi, covered in both of their cum and sick with guilt. "What do you want from me?"

Itachi sighed, fingertips trailing down his cheek, and it was so different from how he had been acting earlier. "I don't really know. I'm going to train you to control your mind for starters. We're going to make the headaches go away."

He grunted in disapproval as he was hauled up then, his bruised and broken body lifted into Itachi's arms as he carried his still half dressed form to the door. "Why are you doing this, Aniki?"

"Because you're my brother, Sasuke...and we belong together." He told him, pressing fingertips to his forehead. "Sleep.." He commanded, and Sasuke's head fell backwards, his battered mind resting in a peaceful doze.

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Deidara hiccuped around the pint of beer as he watched Sasori. His man's mood had been deteriorating since the little Uchiha had been brought to the compound. It was really irritating. He almost was debating accidentally sending a bird bomb into the room the kid was being kept to just get rid of him. Sasori had even been too distracted to even bone him...and that was simply unacceptable.

"I don't suppose it would make you feel any better if I mentioned, yet again…" He stressed. "That you didn't know Itachi was going to…"

Sasori turned to glower at him, and it was amazing how much expression could be put into a false face. "Of course I didn't know that our leader wanted to fuck his own brother. Did you think after all of these years I've been training him that I wanted for him to be raped?"

Deidara held up a finger, downing the rest of his beer and debating getting another one. "No, for the thousandth time, I didn't think that," Deidara stressed, getting up to go get them refills. Well hell, who was he kidding? He was going to get himself two. "I know you care about the kid. I mean don't really know why, but…"

"He's like a brother to me," Sasori told him, and Deidara sighed at the guilt in that beautiful voice.

"You didn't know, Sasori," He stressed again, and red hair flopped as his lover shook his head.

"Does that excuse my actions now? Itachi Uchiha is a psychopath, and Sasuke is in his bedroom. What do you think is happening?"

"I don't think anything," He tried to reassure him. "Sasuke's been asleep. I broke in the other day and the brat is just tied to the bed."

"What's he waiting for?" Sasori asked right back. "What's his game plan? Hidan didn't get any answers."

"Yeah…" Deidara agreed. "But I think that's kind of the point. Hidan can get answers out of almost anyone. I think Itachi was trying to demonstrate Sasuke's value...He was tortured by the sadist and didn't say a word."

"I forgot how close the two of your were that you know his inner mind," Sasori murmured, rolling his eyes while he reached to entwine their fingers.

"If I ever know the inner workings of Itachi's mind, feel free to kill me, because I'm sure by then I'll properly be insane."

"So this isn't about getting the Kyuubi?" Sasori asked, and Deidara shrugged, dragging his hand up to kiss it.

"I think if we take the free territory away from the lands that they'll rebel even more," He admitted his probably more unpopular opinion. "That's why he's left the Kyuubi, for hope...and whatever game he's playing with Sasuke."

"Pein thinks he could be an asset," Sasori murmured. "Itachi wants to keep him around." He sounded almost bitter when he said that.

"You don't like that? Weren't you training Sasuke to be able to join us?" Deidara asked him, sensing he might be breaking through Sasori's bad mood finally.

"Not for what Itachi wants from him," Sasori growled out. "He lied to us all."

Deidara snorted. "When has Itachi not lied to us all?" He asked the redhead, hands trailing down those abnormal legs. They felt real underneath his pants. "Sasuke is your student. You can keep him safe from whatever Itachi is planning. Otherwise, why not vote against it in council tomorrow?" He questioned.

"They'll ask for Sasuke's head. He's seen our faces. He knows our leader. He's either in, or he's dead," Sasori reminded him. "Itachi knew that when he brought him here."

Hidan sank down next to them on the bench, grabbing for one of Deidara's beer as he downed it, letting out a burp. "We talking about that Uchiha brat?" He questioned, and one look at Sasori's face seemed to confirm it. "There's something weird about him,"

Deidara raised an eyebrow at the sadist, annoyed he now had to go get more beer. "What's that? Did he not scream the way you wanted him to?"

Hidan rolled his eyes. "He didn't scream at all...not once, but that's not what was weird," Hidan continued. "I couldn't sync myself to him. I had to do it all manually without being able to take in my own pleasures. It's like his soul is already being shared, and there's no room for anyone else." He frowned. "I haven't had to torture a person's body for a very long time...it was almost archaic."

"You didn't seem to mind," Sasori pointed out. "He's in a coma now,"

"I didn't do that part, that's all our fastidious leader's doing," The sadist assured them, raising his arms. "My hands are clean,"

Deidara snorted. "They're really not," He promised him. "You going to vote to keep him?"

Hidan laughed at that, clapping him on the back and making him spill his beer. "Do you honestly think Itachi would let us vote him out? We all saw that display. It was hot."

"Into incest now? Didn't know that was one of your kinks," Sasori growled.

"I suppose you something new everyday to get you off, puppet face," He mocked, using his hand to signal jacking off as he grinned. "Besides, it's been boring around here. This could spice things up. Itachi is a miserable bastard who is in a rut...maybe this will give us some movement."

"Taking over Konoha, you mean?" Sasori questioned him. "Why do you care?"

Hidan shrugged. "Seems entertaining. Those defiant bastards need taken down a notch, and if one of their own has to be the one to do it, then so be it. I'll vote yes tomorrow. Sleeping beauty will look hot in black and red." Hidan rubbed both of their heads as Deidara glared. "Cheer up boys, in the morning we will probably have a new brother."

"Does it matter that he may not want to join us?" Sasori questioned Hidan as the other got up.

Hidan laughed at that. "Come on man, when has consent ever managed to Itachi when he sees something he wants? Didn't matter with Dei, did it? He takes and he takes and he takes...at least with his greediness we can sometimes catch a scrap."

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