I walked down the street as fast as I could, not looking back. Itachi…how could he do this to me? He didn't even want me to be his brother anymore? I'm not that bad.

I strolled down the empty streets, and it started getting colder as the area looked rough. I passed by a couple of older guys, who were sitting in front of a store. But one of them caught my attention. His hair was blonde, unlike everyone else. His eyes were blue, and he was wearing a bright orange outfit. sure stood out. But as odd as he was, he had to have been the hottest guy I have ever seen.

I heard quiet footsteps following me, and when I turned around, the guys were following me, with smug expressions on their faces.

This couldn't be good…

I turned the corner and started to pick up my pace, walking a little bit faster. What could those guys possibly see in me anyways? If Itachi didn't like me, then they definitely didn't.

But the footsteps did not disappear. They became louder and matched my pace.

Now I was scared. I started jogging down the cold wet street, hoping to ditch them. But then, when I looked back, they were jogging after me.

The hell with this! I sprinted as fast as I could and rounded the corner, nearly running into the brick wall. I don't know why their following me but they really need to stop.

Then the street was a dead end. Damn, just what I needed. I looked around and saw a dark alley and ran down it, hoping I had lost them.

But that too was a dead end. I closed my eyes and sighed deeply.

Today just wasn't my dead, but I have time to get out of here.

The sound of a group of loud footsteps made me open my eyes, and when I turned around, the blonde boy and his friends were standing five feet away.

"Well boys, it looks like we have a new friend," he grinned as he walked closer to me.

Shit! I don't know if he wants to kill me or mug me but I am praying he will leave me alone.

I backed up against the wall and stared at him. He started to unbutton his shirt, and I watched as his tan muscular chest came into view, more blonde chest hair appearing with every button he undid.

Before I knew it, he pressed his body into mine, and I felt his erection as he groaned into my ear. I shivered at the sound, and not in a good way.

I turned my head away, but he grabbed my chin, turned my head towards his and pressed his cold wet lips against mine. The kiss wasn't brutal, like he was going to hurt me. It felt tender and loving. But how could a stranger make me feel this way?

I tried to push him away, but he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me closer to him. Finally, someone who cared for me, like Itachi didn't. All I wanted right now was to feel loved. Wanted. Needed.

He slid his tongue into my mouth and I moaned into his. One harmless little kiss couldn't do anything…

But when his hand slid down into my pants, I knew it was time to stop.

I grabbed his wrist and tried to pry it out of my pants, but he was stronger than I was, and his hand had already reached its destination. It was gripping my dick, and it didn't feel good. Not good at all.

Tears started to form in my eyes as it dawned on me, what was about to happen. I was going to get raped.

He slid down my pants and boxers, and I immediately felt the cold air around my hard member. I was shaking now, due to the cold and fear. This wasn't exactly how I imagined my first time, with a handsome stranger, in an alley, and I never imagined being forced.

He slid my shirt over my head, and I tried to run, but he pressed me harder against the wall. The bricks were digging into my back, and I groaned in pain.

He was sliding his hand up and down my dick, and when I opened my mouth to stop him, tears started pouring down my face as his mouth enclosed over the head.

No! I don't want this. I wanted my first time to be with Itachi, and now it wouldn't be. I've read a lot of yaoi that have ended like this, but I never imagined in a million years that it would happen to me.

I felt myself being turned around, and I was pushed up against the wall. Tears kept streaming down my face, as I heard his zipper go down. Oh god, this was it. I was going to get raped. I was praying for god to help me. I needed someone to save me. I want Itachi. Please. Please Itachi. Someone save me!

I felt a something hard, cold and slimy against my ass cheek, and I realized that it was the blonde guy's dick, and it was covered in lube. I didn't want him inside me.

I've never had anyone touch me like this, and now that he was, I never wanted anyone to touch me again.

I screamed out in pain as he slid inside me in one quick movement. He waited a couple of seconds and started kissing my neck as he slid out, then slid back inside of me again.

It hurt like hell. I felt invaded. I just wanted it to end.

I'm not sure how long we were like that or how many times we both came, but I did know that it was a very long time, because the sun had set, and it was dark out. The ground was covered in hot sticky cum.

The blonde finally slid out of me, and got redressed. I stayed against the wall, not bothering to move, wondering if he was going to do anything else. But luckily, he smiled at me and left the alley, his friends following behind.

I slid down the wall and onto the ground, then I pulled my knees up to my chest and cried. It was over. It was finally over.

I slowly got up, my body was in so much pain that it wasn't even funny. I got dressed again and walked home slowly.

When I took my phone out of my pocket, I saw 13 missed calls, ten from Itachi and three from mom.

I saw that I had ten voicemails too. I held the phone up to my ear and listened to each one of them.

"Sasuke, come back here! Where are you? Please call me back.

"Sasuke, why aren't you calling me back? Damnit!

"It's about 20 minutes since I called and I know your mad but please call me."

I didn't want to hear the rest, just more of Itachi yelling at me. That was the last thing I needed right now.

I opened the front door and ran inside, slamming it as I entered. I ran as fast as I could down the hall to my bathroom. I needed to rid myself of him. I closed the bathroom door and locked it, then I threw off my clothes and turned on the shower.

I heard Itachi shouting and yelling my name, asking me if I was alright, but I didn't answer him. How am I supposed to tell him that I got raped? And he doesn't care anyways, right? He said he wished he wasn't related to me.

I leaned against the shower wall as hot water ran down my body, my hair fell in my face as I slid into the bathtub and cried.

No matter how hard I tried or what I did, I couldn't make the pain go away.

Although I didn't get to dwell on this too long, because the door was broke down and hit the floor with a loud crash, and a panicked Itachi ran inside.

When he stared down at me, when I met his eyes, I saw affection, care, love, and pain in his eyes.

He turned off the shower and picked me up in his arms. He was so warm, and I held onto him for dear life as he carried me down the hall and into my room. I cried into his chest and didn't let go as he tried to lay me down on the bed. Itachi finally gave up and sat down on my bed then pulled me onto his lap and held me close.

I couldn't stop crying, and we stayed like that for twenty minutes before he whispered in my ear, "Sasuke, don't ever…"

I swear I felt something wet fall into my hair. And I was right, because more tears were falling.

Itachi was crying, and it was because he was worried about me. Oh god, if not knowing where I was made him cry, then I was afraid to find out what he would do when he found out about what happened.

He held me closer, and kisses the top of my head.

"Where were you?" He asked softly as he took a blanket and wrapped it around us.

My body froze. I was hoping he wouldn't ask me that. He was going to be furious, and I wasn't sure if I could handle that right now. But…I couldn't possibly lie to him.

"I…I w-was…" I tried to say it, but it was hard. He pulled away a little to look down at me as he wiped some of my tears off my cheeks.

"Yes..?" He urged me to go on.

I looked down as I whispered, "I…was…raped…"

Silence.

I couldn't hear anything but the clock ticking, and the only sounds were of us breathing. His hold on me tightened immensely, and I feared that he would crush me.

"I'm sorry…I'm so sorry…" He was crying hard now, and he rocked me back and forth as I started crying again. I felt safe in my brother's arms. I loved how he made me felt. I didn't care if it was illegal or wrong or what other people said.

I was falling in love with my brother…