Chapter Three

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters or Naruto itself.

Warning: This chapter contains rape, incest, male/male.

I have slipped and I have fallen so far down I can't get out.

Overwhelmed by my doubt.

Things I said I'd never do I've done.

Those I said I'd never be I've become.

I have broken - I'm still breaking - cracked and wrecked, beyond repair.

I can see that no one cares.

Forgotten. Recalled.

Smacks me in the face every time I fall.

I cannot disregard, with each new fall I hit twice as hard.
Would you be there for me? I would.
I would be there for you. I would.
Would you look up to see?
I would. Falling forward and looking up.

~AFI

"Don't cry, little brother," Sasuke whimpered, turning his face away. Itachi gripped the boy's wrists with one hand and grabbed Sasuke's chin with the other. The man turned his face and ordered Sasuke to look at him. Sasuke slowly opened his eyes. "That's better," Itachi breathed silkily.

"W-what do you," Sasuke choked on his breath, "what do you want?"

Itachi chuckled, taking his time to drink in Sasuke's fearful expression. "I want to see you smile," he whispered, stroking the side of Sasuke's tear streaked face.

Sasuke grit his teeth, willing his heart to stop thumping so hard against his chest, willing his brain to work a way out of this. He felt his elder brother's dead weight pressing on him and his cold hand on his face. It felt colder than before, his face hot with embarrassment. Sasuke could feel cool breath on his ear.

"Sasuke," Itachi whispered, "it will be easier if you just give in." The way his voice sounded was cool and natural, as if it were the only logical option. The man tucked Sasuke's hair behind his ear lovingly.

Sasuke felt frozen, his limbs refused to obey his order to move. He was strong, surely strong enough to overpower a corpse. Yet he felt he couldn't even try. His fear was stronger. His fear would always win. Sasuke was a skilled ninja, but it wasn't a factor. Itachi could do whatever he wanted to him and Sasuke knew it.

Itachi moved his hands down Sasuke's torso, leaning back to shift his weight on his rear and pulling Sasuke's shirt over his head. Sasuke didn't budge, neither helping nor hindering the process. Itachi stopped pulling the shirt up about halfway along his arms, moving on to work at getting Sasuke's pants off.

To the boy's embarrassment, he wasn't wearing underwear, giving Itachi an immediate view of his limp member as his pants were removed. Sasuke realized his face was wet with tears, but couldn't remember when he had started crying again. He whimpered at the thought of what Itachi would do to him.

"Sasuke," Itachi drawled. He wrapped a cold hand around his brother's flaccid cock and began to stroke slowly. "I want you to smile." The dead man sounded genuine and threatening at the same time. His touch was firm, and Sasuke could feel his body giving in. The man leaned down to lick gently at Sasuke's slowly hardening member and the boy tried to stifle a cry. Itachi was dead cold, made even more obvious every time he made contact with his heated flesh.

"Itachi…" he whined, "please stop."

"I can't," Itachi said mechanically. He lifted one of Sasuke's pale legs and put it over his shoulder. Itachi circled a finger at the boy's entrance, eliciting another whimper from Sasuke. He pressed it in slowly, dry, and it hurt. Sasuke moved away from the pain instinctively, but Itachi held him down with a hand pressed firmly to his chest. The man pumped the finger in and out, making Sasuke squirm uncomfortably.

It felt like forever, and then Itachi put in a second finger.

Sasuke sobbed and moaned in pain. He knew that it would get worse before it got better. Itachi scissored his fingers, stretching Sasuke's opening harshly. Blood started to appear on Itachi's pale fingers and acted as cruel lubricant.

"Smile, Sasuke," Itachi gazed into the boy's eyes. They were hazy with tears, and Sasuke did not smile. He grimaced when Itachi removed the fingers. Sasuke watched helplessly as Itachi unzipped his pants, pulling them down just enough to free his cock. Itachi was hard.

Sasuke closed his eyes tightly—he did not want to watch. He felt his brother position himself against him and he let out a sob. Sasuke tried to tell his body to relax, that maybe it won't hurt so much, but Sasuke tensed as Itachi pushed into him. His backside burned and stretched.

Itachi thrust into him slowly, shushing him. "Don't cry," he said, "smile." The man panted, grasping Sasuke's slim hips tightly. He shifted his angle and hit Sasuke's prostate roughly.

Sasuke choked out a moan. Immediately, he was ashamed of taking any pleasure, but felt it ebb away as the spot was hit again. "I-Ita…" he moaned, "Itachi…" He could feel his blood slide down onto the mattress, he knew it would hurt worse in the morning, but somehow shouting for his brother to go harder escaped his lips.

"Sasuke," Itachi groaned, thrusting harder. "Smile, Sasuke," he ordered.

Sasuke did not smile.

Sasuke came with a choked sob, spilling onto his chest, and feeling Itachi finish a moment later. Sasuke noted that his arms had fallen asleep.

Itachi was gone, and a hollow feeling crept into his gut. Sasuke started crying again, hugging his legs to his chest, ignoring the sharp pain from his rear.

This may or may not be the end, depending on your reviews. I can either end it here, write a follow-up in Itachi's POV, or write a follow-up in Sasuke's POV.

Whichever gets the most votes...