My Obsession, My Possession

by Kyarei

Itachi had been missing since the mysterious slaughter of his and Sasuke's parents. Now Sasuke’s sanity and life are on the line, and Itachi has only one objective – turning his obsession into his possession. Incest. Yaoi. Lemons/Non-Con.

3. The Room

My Obsession, My Possession

~Chapter Two – The Room~

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Naruto leaned back in his chair, staring up at the ceiling in boredom. His teeth were loosely clenched around an unsharpened wooden pencil; his scarcely touched homework lay scattered about on his desktop. Groaning, he began to rock his computer chair back and forth slowly, attempting to ease his obvious discomfort.

Homework: the most tedious, wretched, criminal invention in the history of mankind. At least in Naruto's opinion.

His eyes kept moving to the cell phone lying next to his nearly-blank notebook. He promised Sasuke he would call, but if Iruka caught him on the phone before his homework was finished, he'd be pissed. Then again, he could always say that he was calling Sasuke for homework help… nah. He'd never buy it.

Sakura, on the other hand, he would believe. But she always seemed annoyed whenever Naruto phoned to ask questions. Mainly because Naruto called her almost every day, and it always took several hours to explain a few basic concepts.

Dejected, Naruto cleared off his desk and shoved all his unfinished work into his backpack for tomorrow. He could always finish it in the morning, before class. Or at lunch. That way he'd have Sasuke and Sakura there to help him.

Elbows resting on the flat wooden surface, he picked up his phone and flipped it open, staring at the pleasant picture that greeted him. Last summer, the trio and their families had gone camping for a whole week in Kyushu near Oita, right on the coast. The picture was of the three of them, Naruto in the middle, Sakura on the left and Sasuke on the right, arms around each other's shoulders, posing for the picture Iruka had taken when the sun was setting over the ocean behind them.

Sakura was smiling, that petit smile she wore when she was trying to appear delicate and pretty. Naruto was grinning, eyes shut and teeth bear, as usual. Sasuke wasn't smiling. He didn't need to. Naruto stared at that slender pale face – the way his eyes and hair contrasted with his skin – those thin lips that slightly curved downwards at the ends. He was beautiful, enough that he would never need to smile for a camera. His eyes, black, endless; haunted and bewitched the viewer. Even if he wasn't the main subject in a photograph, everyone's eyes were always drawn to him.

Naruto smiled at the fondness of it, flipping his phone shut again. Just then, a loud ringing erupted from the kitchen next to his bedroom, breaking the home's peaceful silence. Naruto stood to answer it, but as he opened his door he saw that Iruka had already beaten him to it.

"Hello?" Iruka asked timidly, pressing the cordless phone to his ear. Naruto watched in bored curiosity as his foster-father paced while speaking. "Oh, Kakashi-san! How are you? … I'm fine, thank you. … Oh, w-what? … No, Sasuke-kun's not here… I haven't seen him since last weekend. … No, Naruto didn't say anything either. Have you tried calling his cell phone? … He won't answer? That's not like him… … Yes, just a moment. I'll ask Naruto if he's—"

But as Iruka turned in the direction of his son's bedroom, he was bombarded by a mass of blonde hair, and the phone was promptly snatched from his hands. He saw the look of panic in Naruto's eyes as he slammed the phone against his ear, boldly shouting,

"Sasuke's missing?!"

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His cheeks were cold, and his head was pounding fiercely. His temples throbbed; the nerves behind his eyes felt swollen as if he'd been crying. Nonetheless, he opened his eyes only to be met with a grotesque blend of colours spread out before him. He raised his head and studied the ugly blankets he was wrapped inside, noting the soft texture despite the unsightly appearance.

The air was cold, though the blankets had kept his body warm, save for his face. Whatever he was laying on was comfortable enough, even though he could distinctly feel a few lumps from the loose springs inside. He began to sit up, gently caressing the side of his head, trying to repress the pulsing ache.

After a short while the throbbing lessened, and it was then he took a moment to look around the chilled room. Grey cement walls matched an equally grey ceiling, in complete contrast to the thin burgundy carpet that looked old and rough.

He was sitting on a futon, and judging by the smell and feel, it was fairly old. There was an extensive bookshelf next to it, and a small cabinet on the other side. In the corner was a small white box, which Sasuke guessed was a miniature fridge or something.

The room would have been a perfect rectangle, but a smaller room was placed in the middle, giving it an L-shape. The door to that little room was opened, though it was too dark to see what was inside. Another door was placed on the opposite wall; this door was bigger and from the looks of it, thicker. It was shut.

Presumably, this was the only way in and out of the room, since there were no windows.

Curiosity spiked, Sasuke slid out from the covers and walked, cautiously, towards the open door. He felt along the wall inside for a light switch. Finding one, he flicked it on and the little room was illuminated by a soft yellow light.

Sasuke was relieved when the small room appeared to be an ordinary bathroom, containing a toilet, bathtub, and sink for his own personal use. He hit the light switch again, making mental note of the other light switch on the opposite wall that was already turned on, keeping the larger room brightened.

He approached the small white box, opening it to find a few bottles of water. He didn't hesitate to grab one and began to drink from it thirstily, enjoying the feel of cold liquid numb his burning headache. When the bottle was half empty, he set it atop the fridge and faced the foreboding, closed door.

Common sense told him it would be locked, but he had enough hope to try anyways. Latching on to the cold copper knob, he twisted and pulled, feeling his heart sink when the door didn't budge. He tried again, out of sheer stubbornness, and began shaking the door violently. His fist clenched and he started pounding on the hardwood, rattling the knob and attempting the shake it off its hinges.

Then he heard a strange noise. A high-pitched rattling, followed by the clank of metal slapping together, and then an echoing thud as something slammed against the door on the opposite side.

Sasuke jumped back in shock, not expecting something to knock back at him. His mind couldn't piece together what on earth could be on the other side of that goddamn door. Something metal, heavy, yet easily moved. Like a chain.

Sasuke frowned, despondent as he realized how trapped he was. Crestfallen he sat on the futon again, casting a disheartened gaze at the ugly reddish floor. Then his heart jumped, when his eyes fell on the forgotten backpack lying next to the leg of the futon. Hastily he plucked it from the ground and began rummaging through its contents. His homework, his books, his pills, his pencil case… he searched them all, until at last he saw the gleaming black object he had hoped to find.

He turned his cell phone on, flipping it open as it came to life. He waited impatiently as it tried to find service, almost giving up hope. But then a single bar appeared in the corner of the tiny screen, and he had to stop himself from cheering.

He opted to call Kakashi before contacting the police, to let him know he was okay. He pressed the numbers with shaky fingers, pressing the cold plastic against his ear.

"Your current account balance is not enough for this call." The feminine, automated voice drawled in his ear. Sasuke gaped in shock for a moment, before his hand clenched and he stood abruptly from the cushiony bed-like seat.

"Fuck!" He shouted, throwing his phone against the floor. It bounced once, before landing on its face. And there it lied, mocking him. A chance of escape that had been ripped away. Hope that had been crushed. His last chance, his best plan, ruined.

Sasuke sat again, burying his face in his hands forlornly. It wasn't fair. Whatever fate he had tempted, it surely had given him a divine punishment.

He felt trapped, and against his own pride, frightened. Completely at the mercy of a total stranger who had locked and barricaded him in a cold, barren room. And with that fear came a burning rage and resentment, for now he had an enemy to plan against.

God be damned if he was going to yield to the demands of his captors. If he was going down, he was going down kicking and screaming, and if need be, with blood on his hands.

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Itachi sighed, twirling the liquid inside his wine glass gingerly. The champagne spun in gentle circles, attempting to splash over the glass's edge and spill onto his black dress pants. He watched in contempt, bored and in morbid discomfort that he was wasting time with Madara instead of being in the basement, with his beautiful, sleeping captive.

"Fidgeting won't make time pass any quicker, you know." Madara stated quietly, not looking up from the neat pile of paperwork he had spread out in front of him.

"Perhaps not," Itachi answered, with narrowed eyes. "but neither will staring at paperwork instead of actually doing it, Madara-san."

Madara seemed to smirk in his own, hidden way. "You're right." He stood from his desk and walked around to the table where a bottle of white champagne and a few empty glasses were placed. "But until Kisame gets back with that information, I can't complete the paperwork."

Itachi sighed again, closing his eyes and resting his head against the back of the couch behind him. "I know," he continued gently swaying the cup, finding the motion soothing somehow. "and until he gets here, I can't give him the facts he needs for his next mission…" his eyes opened and he glanced at the sparkling liquid again. "And once I do, I'll be free to go and tend to Sasuke."

Madara didn't say anything as he sipped at his drink slowly, keeping his back to his young nephew. When the glass was empty he set it next to the bottle, then sat on the grand leather recliner opposite of his disciple.

"You know, Itachi, I hardly think the basement is the right place to keep a child. Do you have nowhere else to store him? I had no intention of using that space as a dungeon."

Itachi raised an eyebrow at his uncle's inquiry. "It was your idea that I keep him there in the first place. Besides, you know as well as I do that there is no other place I could possibly keep him. I apologize that it has to be in your own home of all places," he stopped to glance around the room, casually. "but you're already using this place to conduct almost all manners of business affairs. Plus, I reside here as well. In my opinion, I impose on your privacy much more than Sasuke ever will, considering you never use the basement for anything anyways."

Madara pursed his lips, but did not retort. Itachi had a point, and it was his idea in the beginning. Not to mention he had to uphold his end of the deal, even if it meant keeping a bratty teenager locked underneath his house.

The moment of silence was interrupted by three loud knocks at the door, and at Madara's command it opened and a large, brutish figure stepped inside the luxuriously fashioned room.

"Sorry I'm late," Kisame grinned, revealing his frightful pointy teeth. "got stuck in traffic."

Displeased, Madara took the manila envelope from his idiot employee and began to open it. "I'm not impressed, Kisame. Don't let it happen again."

Kisame's grin didn't falter as he bowed and said, "I'll do my best, sir."

Itachi was standing next to his partner in an instant, shoving another envelope into his hands. "These are the details for your next assignment. I'll only be there to help you for phase 2. Phase 1 is up to you," Itachi didn't so much as cast him a glance as he turned to leave, "Contact me when you've reached that point."

"Right, will do." Kisame watched his young associate heading straight for the door, and decided to feed him a little treat of information.

"Don't waste any time going to see that brother of yours," Kisame's smile widened as Itachi stilled, and Madara looked up from his paperwork in mild interest. "He's awake. And he doesn't sound too happy, banging on the door and swearing his head off."

Itachi said nothing as he walked out the door and let it slam a bit callously behind him.

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It had been over five years since they had spoken. Over five years since they had exchanged a loving glance or touch, or smile.

Itachi felt the tightening in his chest; that swelling in his nerves as he stared at the heavy metal chains criss-crossing across the door, bolted to the wall.

There were four chains. Each had a lock in the middle, that once unlocked disconnected them so that the door could be opened. Itachi reached down the front of his shirt and grabbed the silver key, attached to the chain around his neck. Slipping it off, he began to undo the locks one by one, letting the chains swing and slam into the walls loud and violently.

At last the final lock remained; the one on the door itself. This one did not need a key. At least, not a physical one. Itachi moved to the side of the door where a keyboard was attached to the wall. The numbers 1 to 9 were displayed in neat rows of three – the keys were made of white rubber and nestled against a golden-painted plastic box.

Itachi hit the four specific keys – 5, 7, 7, 8. A small buzzing sound emitted from the little keypad, and then the door made an unlatching sound.

Unable to wait, Itachi grasped the doorknob tightly, taking a deep breath as he twisted the knob and pushed the door open.

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Sasuke had never been so scared in his entire life.

Fear was one thing, panic was another. But this alien emotion was unlike everything he'd ever felt. The pressure building in his stomach – the way his lungs collapsed on themselves, suffocating him. He began to sweat and pant as heat rushed to his face, making his hands clench in apprehension.

In his mind, Sasuke was standing on the ledge of a 30-story tall building, looking down at all the people and vehicles about to watch him fall. Cruel hands splayed flat against his back, whispering in his ear to brace himself, for he was about to be pushed.

That was the fear that grew every time a loud thud resonated from the other side of the door. That numbing terror, like he was staring at his own death, smiling at him. Four. Four clicks, followed by two slams of metal colliding with cement each time, then a moment of silence. Then the door made a strange unfastening sound, and Sasuke had to resist with all his might the urge to dive beneath the futon in alarm.

The doorknob began to twist, and Sasuke wanted to scream as he watched it all happen in slow motion. The knob stopped twisting, and then the door was moving, pushing open and a pale light flooded into the already lit room.

Sasuke was frozen in place, as a man stepped inside the room. Long black hair, tied loosely behind him. A pale, slender face, handsome although he wore a strange expression. His clothing seemed casual yet expensive at the same time, as if he was a man of fine taste and luxury.

Sasuke didn't look at him long enough to see the familiarity of this stranger, instead he lowered his head. But not in fear, or shame. The anger from earlier began to overpower the fright, and his hands were shaking as they clenched the blankets beneath them vehemently. He was so blinded by rage; so insulted at being held captive like some wild animal, at being treated like a helpless victim to obey his tormentor's commands.

Busy as he was drowning in his feeling of loathing, Sasuke did not see the man shut the door behind him – did not hear the quiet footsteps as he was approached by the familiar person whose face he had forgotten.

"Sasuke…"

Itachi's voice was quiet, yet somehow, filled with more longing than he thought he could muster.

"What do you want from me?"

Sasuke's reply was direct, but Itachi heard every unshed emotion within. All the fear and hate; he felt it stab directly into his heart. The guilt began to take root, but was quickly washed away by the more dominating emotions the older Uchiha felt.

Lust, desire. Longing. Need.

Obsession.

"I only want you," he answered, wanting so desperately to touch the boy in front of him. Wanting to reach out and stroke his cheek, caress his skin, kiss his lips.

Sasuke made no move nor gave any sound of acknowledgement. As Itachi was about to reach out his hand to his little brother, Sasuke stood, and in a blur of moment Itachi felt only a stinging pain in his right cheek as Sasuke's fist slammed into his face.

Itachi stumbled back a few steps, then kneeled on the ground as his cheek pulsed and surged with pain. He rubbed it gently, trying to soothe the burning ache, keeping his head down to lessen the brunt of Sasuke's hateful words.

"You sick fuck," Sasuke nearly screamed, staring down at the mongrel kneeling in pain. "Who the hell do you think you are?! You think I'm just gonna sit here and be treated like some fucking object you went out and bought?! If you don't fucking let me out of here right now, I swear I will make you pay. Who are you to—"

"It's me, Sasuke."

Sasuke silenced himself, though his body still shook with rage. He trembled, feeling his legs become weak, as those few simple words rekindled the memories he'd spent years suppressing. A gentle face, the same as his own, with an equally gentle and deep voice calling his name; looking at him with that loving intensity he had so coveted.

The face that was staring up at him now, with the same eyes he possessed. The same face, save for a few gentle creases on other side of his nose. The same nose and mouth and chin, all perfectly shaped and slender, like his own.

Like looking into a mirror, or a photograph he could so easily confuse for his own, he was staring down at a face he hadn't seen in almost six years. That beautiful face he used to dream of waking up to – that face he had forced from his own mind when the pain was just too much to bear.

"Itachi…?"

His voice was so quiet and pitiful. Pathetic. But he didn't care, not now. His greatest wish was coming true before his very eyes – fate hadn't forsaken him at all. His only prayer, his greatest wish, his lone dream… to see his brother again, alive, and feel him again. Touch him again. Speak to him again. Hold and be held by him again.

If only just once.

"That's right," Itachi nodded, and then he was smiling. "It's me, Sasuke."

If I could have it, if only just once more.

Sasuke slowly let his legs give in, and then he was kneeling in front of his brother, almost eye-to-eye on the coarse red carpet. He felt his eyes moisten, as Itachi just kept staring at him with that same smile on his gentle face, a small trail of blood leaking from the corner of his lips.

"But… how?"

He wanted to reach out and touch him, wanted to prove it was real.

"They said you were dead,"

His voice cracked as he forced the words out, not letting his eyes stray from his brother's smile.

"I'm not dead, Sasuke. I'm alive. And I'm here…"

Sasuke's inner strength began to crumble, as the tears continued to well in his eyes. He reached out a shaky hand to cup his brother's cheek, breathing frantically as he felt the soft – and very much alive – skin beneath his fingers. He closed his eyes as the tears began streaming down his cheeks, and opened them again as he used his thumb to wipe away the bit of blood on his brother's chin.

Itachi seemed so content with his brother touching him like this, as he leaned into the touch. His hand rose to caress his brother's, still cupping his cheek. He stared at Sasuke's face longingly, taking in every single detail and feature. Oh, how he had missed that face… that face that had gone from unbearably adorable to stunningly beautiful.

That face that was his touch and kiss now – only his.

Unable to resist, he leant forward and pressed his lips almost nonexistently to his brother's cheek. Sasuke either didn't notice or didn't mind, because he sat still and let his brother shower devotion and physical comfort on him.

Itachi's lips moved to his brother's temple as he wiped away all his tears, moving down to kiss his cheeks and jaw. Sasuke suppressed a shiver, feeling those cool lips moving across his burning flesh.

"Itachi… I don't understand. Where have you been? Why didn't you come home? Why did you let everyone think you were dead?" Itachi moved away from his little brother's face, to look into his eyes again. "What did you mean by, 'I only want you.'?"

Sasuke shivered visibly this time, as Itachi's smile morphed into a kind of playful smirk. But not the kind from his memories, no, this smirk seemed ill-natured, almost threatening. Itachi's hand was on his cheek again, moving up and down so slowly, it made all his anxiety spike to its peak.

"This," Itachi whispered, so quiet that Sasuke had to strain to hear. But he had no time to process his brother's words, no time to wonder what it all was supposed to mean, because as soon as that tiny word had been uttered, Itachi's lips descended on his own, pressing firmly together.

Sasuke didn't move, didn't make a sound, didn't even show any sign of comprehension. His body had tensed; his confusion had multiplied, but the actions of his brother gave him no conclusions or answers.

Itachi watched the emotions race in his brother's eyes, almost dejectedly. Sasuke wasn't responding. He was frozen.

Determined for acknowledgement of his claim, Itachi grabbed Sasuke's shoulders and pushed him against the edge of the futon, letting his little brother's upper back support both of their weights as he pressed into him. Sasuke began to struggle beneath him, pushing against him with both hands, clawing at his shirt in hysteria.

Itachi released his brother but remained in his personal space, watching Sasuke regain his breath with vivid fascination. Sasuke panted, exhaling and inhaling feverishly, bringing a hand to wipe away at his mouth in a gesture of disgust.

"What… what the hell are you doing?" Sasuke gasped, staring into his brother's eyes with that same feeling of undeniable fear overpowering his body.

"Why did you just… kiss me…? And why did you lock me in here?" Itachi's passive face did not change, fuelling Sasuke's anger and anxiety. "Why won't you answer me?!"

"The past doesn't matter now, Sasuke. We're together. That's all that matters."

Itachi let a hand reach up to caress his brother's jaw line, feeling the contour of his lips with the tip of his index finger, watching his lips part in shock as that finger came so close to entering inside that moist cavern.

"I won't let you go again," he whispered, shifting his gaze to Sasuke's wide, terrified eyes. "Not anymore. I promise Sasuke, nothing's going to separate us now. Even if I have to keep you locked up in a cage," Itachi bent forward to kiss the side of his neck, breathing a gust of hot air against the slightly damp skin. "I promise."

"Locked up…? Itachi, you're not serious." Sasuke stated, though his voice seemed pleading in Itachi's ears. Itachi began kissing his brother's neck, moving down to his collarbone, keeping a hand on his chest to keep him steady, feeling his heartbeat racing madly.

Sasuke breathed to try and calm his nerves; his pounding heart. But all of his logic and sense was being sucked from him by his brother's fiendish mouth, sucking on the skin beneath his neck.

"Stop it!"

Again, the right side of his face was abused by his little brother's angry fist. Itachi moved a few places back, but didn't bother to comfort his bruising face. He watched Sasuke pull his knees up to his chest, yanking on the collar of his shirt to hide his exposed skin. All the while his eyes were wide in terror, following Itachi's every move.

As Itachi was about to reach out and console his frightened brother, his cell phone began buzzing relentlessly in his pocket. Aggravated, Itachi fished the item from its confines and checked to see why it had alerted him. A message greeted him, clearly from Kisame stating that phase 1 was complete.

Frowning, Itachi stuffed his phone back into the pocket and stood from the floor, absentmindedly stroking his sore cheek.

"I have to go, Sasuke. I'll be back later. You'll have to wait for dinner until then," he cast a longing glance at the bundle of fried nerves shivering on the floor by the bed. "Be a good boy. I won't be too long." He was almost to the door when he heard Sasuke stand from his spot on the ground.

"No, wait! Don't lock me in here—!!"

But Itachi had already shut the door, as Sasuke began beating on it in bitter panic, yanking on the handle with all his strength, trying so desperately to pull it open.

His heart sank when the cursed metallic sound met his ears of the chains being hooked back into place.

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Author's Note: Hi guys, sorry about the long wait. First of all, I want to thank everybody who reviewed and favourited this story from the bottom of my heart. Thank you so much! I was so pleasantly surprised. :') Secondly, I wanted to make this chapter longer but I didn't want to delay it anymore. So here's my question to you: Do you prefer faster updates and shorter chapters, or slower updates and longer chapters? Thanks for reading!