Aniki Loves Otouto Loves Jinchuuriki
AN: So hey everyone… Again, just like I said on 'My Mitsukai' (another one of my stories), you all are probably pretty upset with my abrupt AWOL. Sorry. But I'm back now! No worries, okay?
Warning/Prepare for: Deidara is an evil reckless S-rank villain. Expect him to act like that in this chapter. No 'Dei-chan', this time. Sorry!
Anyway, onto the next chapter!
The next morning, Sasuke woke up, barely able to move. Getting up to relieve himself was torture enough. He had to first get up on hands and knees, then slide off the bed as weightlessly as possible only to find feelings of pins and needles being stabbed repeatedly into his back greeting him with every agonizing step away from the bed.
Everything hurt; living hurt.
Sasuke couldn't even straighten out proper thought- he was so lost in his mind. No emotion showed on his face, no thought breeched the exterior skeleton of cold that now surrounded him. His eyes occasionally burned with unshed tears when he mistakenly repeated last night's occurrence through his mind, but nothing more. No smiling memory of Naruto, no recollection of Sakura or Kakashi-sensei could come through his locked-down thought process.
For hours, he stared out the window, eyes glazing over with apathy. It was inevitable- this feeling- for he had been violated, tricked, and mistreated for the past full week. He almost felt like a slave with no escape. He contained so much power, and intelligence past most genin yet that was all handicapped by the constant reminder of poison that still ran through his system. This all frustrated him to no end, as he resembled a caged animal, unable to move.
Finally that night, Itachi had walked back into the room and had him again. This time was different though; few words were spoken. Itachi's snide comments in attempt to get Sasuke out of his emotionless rut and get a rise out of him failed and soon Itachi gave up on that too.
Itachi's insatiable lust was still there, but it seemed calmer now- for reasons Sasuke didn't know. Sasuke was still a cold stone of indifference and just gave up for the night. Let Itachi have his time, let him have his body. Sasuke's effort and soul was not his to take anymore.
A few periods of movement jumped the wall Sasuke had set his mind into.
Itachi's initial thrust in brought out a half-hearted scream of pain from Sasuke.
The blood was back, dripping down the insides of his thighs. This seemed to only excite Itachi more. Kissing him fervently, Itachi formed a slow torturous rhythm between rocking his hips and acting out other ministrations that drove noises out of the boy.
Sasuke just let himself drift off, as if standing in the corner of the room, watching his body getting violated by his once loving, now murderous brother.
Itachi slowly thrust in for what seemed like the hundredth time as he sucked on Sasuke's pulse point. This caused Sasuke to heat up a bit, lolling his head to the side.
"A-ahh.." Sasuke whimpered out.
"Mmm… Sasuke…" Itachi would barely voice.
The night was quiet, with Itachi dressing and leaving the room once again after the session was over. Sasuke felt as if he was being ripped apart once again, just in twice as many pieces than the night before.
This was the single time- after Itachi left the room- when Sasuke allowed himself to let tears spill over his moonlit cheeks. He cried for Naruto, for this situation, for his friends he missed so much, for how he felt as though he was betraying every single person that knew him.
Sasuke finally retired to bed, knowing tomorrow would probably not be any different. 'Might as well not even wake up tomorrow- or ever.' His mind added the last two words as a drastic suggestion, but he shook it from his thoughts. Suicide was only a dream now. What would he kill himself with? He was better than that anyway… or at least was, before arriving in this damned place.
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Light streamed through the bamboo blinds that gave the room privacy. It was morning and Sasuke wasn't moving. He lay there in bed for as long as he could stand sleeping in, then got up and took a painfully slow and stiff shower.
Shedding himself of his clothes, he started to notice how much weight he had actually lost. You could count every rib and every vertebrate in his back His shoulder blades poked out at odd angles, resembling demonic wings of some sort and his hair hadn't been kept for a whole week and was now more ridiculous looking than ever. Not one strand seemed to fall in its proper place.
As well as the worrisome amount of weight he had dropped, Sasuke noticed how poorly he was sleeping. Without the assistance of dark powder of any form, his eyes had started to look a tad sunken-in and dark rings formed around the two. He had no energy what so ever, and couldn't even muster up enough vigor or care to even attempt to activate his Sharingan.
'What'd be the point?' He thought aimlessly.
Getting dressed, he quickly went to bed again. He wasn't even hungry.
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Ten PM rolled around and Sasuke couldn't stand the bedroom one more moment. He had slept on the bed, in the chair in the corner of the room, and in a desperate attempt for something different, he made the mistake of lying down on the floor. A yelp of pain came to his lips as he felt as if his back was caving in and his muscles wouldn't be able to hold anything together. A bit too fast, he scrabbled back up to the bed, groaning and letting out sounds of pain and frustration all the way.
He had to get out of this room- for a few minutes anyway.
He walked out of the room he guessed was Itachi's as Orochimaru had said. He walked down the dim hallways, occasionally hearing a disturbance of voices. Padding down the hall even further, he found what looked like an endless hallway going off into the darkness. A blood-curdling scream traveled to his ears from it that caused him to jump and run clumsily back past Itachi's room and down the hallway even farther.
'That sounded like mother's scream…' Tears blurred his vision, and he ran into someone leaving the common room.
"Gomen." He said quickly, moving out of the way and blinking back his now watery eyes.
Moonlight was casting a shadow on the figure he bumped into, but he thought he say a strand of red hair.
"Sasuke." The unknown man greeted. "Why aren't you in bed? It's getting late."
"I- uh… why do you know my name?"
"You're one of the first guests to ever live more than a few hours here." The voice informed.
"Oh." Then Sasuke heard someone walking towards them through the hallway, muttering.
Sasuke saw a girl with long blonde hair wearing the same lengthy coat Itachi and Sasori wore walk up to them.
"Oh hey danna. Hey- uh I don't know you, un. Wait," The girl said, a smirk coming to her lips. "Sasori, is this the little Sasuke-brat, un?"
Sasori nodded, saying, "Good evening, Deidara-kun. Yes, this is Sasuke, Itachi's younger brother. Having trouble sleeping?"
'Deidara-kun??' Sasuke thought to himself.
"Oh… the infamous little brother, un… and I was just craving some dango. Wasn't sleeping." Deidara remarked, walking off to the kitchen.
"That's a guy?" Sasuke asked to confirm the voice he had heard in that very feminine body was indeed male.
Deidara, who had taken but ten steps away, spun on his heel to face Sasuke and proceeded to yank open his cloak, dropping it to the floor and raising his arms to bear his shirtless flat chest and toned abs to the moonlight.
"Do I look like a woman to you?" Deidara seethed with a glare.
"Uhm…" Sasuke was about to apologize when Sasori stepped in, knowing the demeanor of his partner.
"Yes, Deidara is male. Dei, put your cloak back on and go to bed."
"I'll go get my damn dango first…" Deidara grumbled, picking his cloak up and walking away.
"Sasuke, I would go back to Itachi's room, if I were you." Sasori advised. 'It's safer in there.' His mind tacked on the end. He knew how much being called a girl pissed his partner off.
Sasuke turned around and quickly crept back to the hallway where he remembered Itachi's room to be. Slowly making his way back into the room, he saw Deidara walk past him with 3 sticks of dango in hand. He swore the blonde growled as he walked past.
Sasuke slipped back into Itachi's room, flopping onto the bed. 'I hate it here.' Sasuke thought, staring out the window.
Then from the chair in the corner, he spotted two red Sharingan glowing. Time to turn into ice again…
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The next morning and afternoon were the same as the past week had been.
That night, Sasuke lounged about, looking at the moonlight again. It seemed as if that was the only constant feeling in his life at the moment.
In another part of the hideout, a very drunken Itachi was sobbing on Kisame's shoulder, who was inadvertently hugging his intoxicated partner.
"S-saaasskayyy haaates mee… My p-plan izzzz ruined!!" Itachi wailed into the blue man's cloak.
'Note to self: From now on, keep a depressed Itachi away from sake…' Kisame thought, trying to comfort Itachi.
Deidara had been wondering around, looking for trouble. Well, he had found it. He listened from around the corner to Itachi sobbing and Kisame talking to him. 'Is Itachi-san… drunk? Ha! Perfect…' the wheels in Deidara's mind started turning as he hurried silently to Itachi's room. He would no longer be bored.
Opening the door silently, Deidara crept in to find Sasuke sitting on the bed, looking at the moon through the window.
"Don't touch me." Sasuke said in a frozen tone.
'Oh he's good.' Deidara thought.
"I told you. Leave me alone. I hate you."
'So he thinks I'm his brother…'
Deidara snuck up behind him, crawling onto the bed.
"Ita-" About to turn around, Sasuke had two hands put on him- one covering his mouth, the other, his eyes.
"Wrong…" Deidara purred in Sasuke's ear.
He recognized that voice… Sasuke struggled, his words muffled from Deidara's hand over his mouth while trying to pry Deidara's hands off of him.
Deidara just wrapped his hands around Sasuke's wrists instead and pulled him back onto the bed. Deidara's hand-mouths bit into Sasuke's delicate wrists, making sure to cause pain. They had always loved the taste of blood; it reminded them of clay.
"Aa-oww!" Sasuke exclaimed. "What do you think you're doing?!"
"I think its time I showed you just how much of a man I really am, un." Deidara explained in a menacing tone. Sasuke gave him a glare, getting the hint of his meaning. This blonde was just asking for trouble…
"Get the fuck away from me, you freak! Why the hell are my wrists bleeding?!" Sasuke demanded to know.
"Hand mouths." The blonde said, showing them off proudly, their now bloody teeth gleaming up at Sasuke. "And no," Deidara said, starting to untie the bow that kept Sasuke's yukata on. "You, Sas-Uke, will surrender under me.
Sasuke began to panic. He was already in enough pain every single night and day from Itachi's torments, now this blonde just assumed he'd lie on his back for anyone! He was starting to lose the battle of trying to keep his clothes on. No matter how much he squirmed and struggled, the pain he was in dulled his motives. He just couldn't get away from Deidara.
The blonde man had already managed to pull both of their shirts off, and was now working on Sasuke's pants.
"Stop squirming, un!"
"Leave me alone!!"
Deidara growled and kissed Sasuke roughly. Sasuke desperately tried to push him off, but he wasn't strong enough at the moment. He felt his pants slide off his hips. 'No!'
"STOP!" Sasuke cried out.
Deidara stood up briefly to pull his pants off. Seeing his only chance, Sasuke scooted to the edge of the bed and got up as fast as he could to get away, but ended up face first on the floor because Deidara had tripped him by kicking the back of his knee.
Sasuke let out a groan of pain at the rough landing. He scrambled to his knees, trying to stand but Deidara was blocking his view of the door. The blonde had cornered him with the bed and the wall.
"Sasuke, I'm beginning to think you really are a slut, un. I mean look at how nice this is. You're already on your knees for me, un." Deidara remarked, sauntering closer to him and dropping his boxers on the way. Deidara tilted Sasuke's chin upward, making him meet his gaze but Sasuke shut his eyes tightly, not wanting that view of Deidara. The blond leaned down and whispered into Sasuke's ear. "Suck it. Now, un."
Sasuke opened his eyes, looking back and forth; there was no way he was gong to get out of this.
Where was his wall of apathy now? It seemed as though he couldn't separate himself from the situation. He remembered what Sasori had said. 'You're one of the first guests to ever live more than a few hours here.' Itachi hadn't killed him because he loves him. Sasuke knew that. Deidara wasn't Itachi… At least he knew Itachi cared.
Deidara seemed to have no more patients and grabbed Sasuke's hair, pulling him forward.
"Do it!" Deidara ordered.
He had to. Sasuke could feel tears at the back of his eyes as he reluctantly opened his mouth and did what was asked of him.
Deidara closed his eyes and fisted Sasuke's hair, moans slipping out every once in a while.
"Ohh Sasuke, you're so good at this… I bet you do it for your boyfriend every chance you get, un…"
'Naruto… Oh Naruto, I'm so sorry…' Two tears fell onto Sasuke's cheeks.
Deidara felt his climax coming, and put a hand on Sasuke's shoulder, pushing him away. Then he shoved Sasuke violently, making him fall onto his back.
"Roll over, or else."
"Please… Just.. go away." Sasuke struggled to say without sobbing. Everything had to hurt so much!
'I don't know how much longer I'm going to last like this…' Sasuke thought, feeling defeat looming over his shoulders like rain clouds. He wanted to die- really just end it all right here.
'But Naruto…Then again he wouldn't have loved me anymore after this anyway…' More tears came.
Deidara let out a frustrated sigh. "Guess I'll have to do all of this by myself, hm." He said, and grabbed the sides of Sasuke's boxers, yanking them down and flipping Sasuke onto his stomach and pulling his hips up.
Sasuke, who was now naked and on his hands and knees, was weakly shaking, hot tears collecting on the floor beneath him as he felt Deidara behind him.
"Sasuke, Sasuke. You're so pretty. I'll just warn you… This is going to hurt." Deidara said, petting Sasuke, then started pushing himself in. Sasuke protested with a cry, but Deidara kept moving.
A scream of pain ripped from his throat; he was being torn into even more pieces. "Aniki!!" Sasuke cried in a fit of tears as Deidara slowly sheathed himself inside.
Deidara paid Sasuke's pain no heed as began to move immediately- his lust not being able to capture enough of this delicious friction.
Sasuke let out little moans and groans of pain, whimpering for Deidara to quit moving- just kill him already.
"Please! Aghh… I- I can't… c-can't-" 'Take this pain any longer…'
"Can't what, Sasuke? Can't get enough?" Deidara said, thrusting in deeper, grabbing Sasuke by the hair and pulling him back to see the beautiful expression of agony on the boy's face. Tears streaked his features, shining in the moonlight of the window as he let out a whine of pain from being pulled back toward Deidara.
Deidara dropped him back down, feeling his peak coming closer and closer. He grabbed Sasuke by the hips, digging his sharp nails into Sasuke's hipbones and felt small drops of blood gather under his grip.
A few more destructive thrusts, and Deidara came; Sasuke felt the hot liquid coating his walls.
A groan of pleasure left Deidara's lips as he pulled out of his uke, pushing Sasuke across the floor from the grip on his hips. Sasuke fell harshly on his side. He was definitely going to have a bruised hip tomorrow.
Deidara put his boxers and pants on, leaving his shirt and cloak on the floor; he dressed Sasuke in the same way. Now with both of them semi-clothed, the blonde crawled up, sitting cross-legged next to him.
"So lets get to know each other, un." Deidara said in a comical way, with a smirk.
Sasuke just let out a pathetic sound, not finding it funny. The blonde placed a hand on Sasuke's abdomen, letting his hand-mouth gently lick at the sweat that had collected there.
"W-why the fuck... do you have those things…?" Sasuke wearily, but still disgusted.
"Always have. They love the taste of you, you know." Deidara said, lustfully. Sasuke just half-heartedly grimaced.
"Wanna kiss one?" Deidara said, then chuckled and moved his hand up to Sasuke's cheek, letting the tongue unhurriedly lick a trail up his face. Sasuke just tried his best to move away but could only lay there on the floor.
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Finally, Kisame had gotten Itachi to quit sobbing all over him and Itachi had then told Kisame in slurred, hardly understandable speech, "I'll go tell Sasuke juss how I feel nd hell love meh for it!" Kisame just stared in slight pity.
Getting up from Kisame's lap, Itachi walked down the hall towards his room where he guessed Sasuke was asleep right now. He'd just have to wake him up.
Itachi opened the door to see a certain blonde sitting in his room, petting his Sasuke.
Deidara turned around, at first with a comical look, but then that quickly was wiped off his face and replaced with the look of pure fear of death- or worse. He quickly got up, moving far away from the suffering boy now lying on the floor like nothing had happened. The blonde desperately wished to just run away now, but an extremely pissed off Itachi stood as a barrier.
Deidara approached the end of the bed, starting to bend down and get his shirt and cloak.
"Back up. Now." Itachi said, somewhat sober. He walked from the doorway into the middle of the room, closer to the damned blonde.
Deidara took a step back from the now blazing sharingan. "Um… I was just lea-"
"You were just touching my brother." Itachi said in a hateful voice that could kill.
'Now what?! I can't stand this! Itachi.. just kill me now... please...' Sasuke had seen his brother come in, and was currently curled up in a makeshift ball, hugging his knees, tears wracking his small frame. Shame was killing him in a slow torturous manor now. He had to either tell Itachi he had let Deidara rape him or be taken again, this time by his brother. Shame loomed over him like a wall cloud.
Getting in Deidara's face now, Itachi hissed, "Never even look at my Otouto. Ever, again." And with that, he appeared behind Deidara, side-kicking him into the hallways, and slamming him into the opposite wall with a very loud thud. He slammed the door shut, locking it afterward.
He now walked over to his helpless little brother.
"Sasuke…" Itachi muttered, gather his otouto up and putting him on the bed. "What the hell?"
"If I were you, I wouldn't touch me." Sasuke mumbled out, wiping away tears on his cheeks.
"Why, Otouto?"
"I… He-"
"How far did he go?" Itachi sounded as though he was genuinely concerned.
Sasuke couldn't answer. He just couldn't say it. Instead, he grabbed whatever blanket was in reach and pulled it over his whole body, covering his face too as he let out a small muffled sob.
'I'm a total pathetic failure. I'm weak! And I can't even hold a grudge against a brother who killed my whole entire family, and was just raped, again. By a total stranger…I'm pitiful. I want to die.'
Itachi bit his lip lightly, trying to decide what to do.
Slipping all of his cloak and shirt off, he crawled under the blanket with his little brother. He wrapped his hands around Sasuke's waist, pulling him close. He felt Sasuke tense and tremble more.
"Shhh… he's gone now. He won't bother you anymore." Itachi said, hugging Sasuke.
A few minutes later, the younger one's shaking had died down, and Itachi had figured the tears had followed suit.
"Sleep, Otouto. Its safe now. Aniki's here."
Sasuke was already sleeping, a strange comfort found in his brother's arms like when they were younger.
Itachi fell into a light sleep about half an hour later, waiting until morning to hunt down the infamous blonde who harmed his brother.
AN: So I know! This was a totally 'emo' chapter, but still- that's how I wanted it to be. Hope you guys find this chapter interesting in the least!!
Reviews? I'd love to know your opinion!