My Obsession, My Possession

~Chapter Three – Doubt~

His footsteps echoed ominously as he followed the other men down the long, twisting hallway. Iruka beside him, Kakashi beside Iruka, and the frightening detective – Ibiki Morino, leading them down to the head of the Investigations department. His fists shook and clenched anxiously as he swallowed the lump in his throat again and again, his skin crawled and twitched with fearful apprehension of everything going on around him.

Naruto followed silently, though inside his head there was an endless whirlwind of screaming and cursing. No matter how many times he ran it over in his mind, he just couldn't comprehend that Sasuke was gone and someone had taken him and for all anybody knew, he could be dead out there somewhere after being mauled by some perverted psychopath. His fists clenched again, sweat gathering on his brow. Naruto had never been so scared in his entire life.

This isn't happening. This isn't happening. It's just a bad dream. Just a very bad dream. GOD DAMN IT SASUKE, WHY DID IT HAVE TO BE YOU?

Sympathetically, he glanced up at Kakashi. The man had always been so perfectly calm, laid-back, and peaceful in that dry humouring way. But now he walked with a hunch in his shoulders; his footsteps fast and sharp and his eyes dark, like he was planning on throwing somebody in a lake with their hands and feet tied to a piano. Maybe he was. The idea of doing that to whoever had taken Sasuke was delighting even Naruto.

Finally a large brown door signified the end of the mazelike hallways. The detective opened the door solemnly, moving aside to let the other three enter first before closing the door behind him. He took a seat at his desk as the others sat in the chairs opposite him, pulling out a large file from his desk drawer with a grim and painfully serious expression on his face.

"Generally, we don't deal with Missing Persons reports until the subject in question has been gone for 24 hours with no contact, especially if they're a minor." he placed the file on the desk and opened it, quickly scanning the first page with a critical eye. "But because the subject is Sasuke Uchiha, we've decided to begin the search immediately."

Kakashi gave an appreciative nod, but Naruto didn't loosen up at all. He wouldn't rest or relax or even breathe until he knew Sasuke was all right, that he was safe. And if Fate was cruel and Sasuke was already seriously injured or worse, Naruto wouldn't rest until his tormentors were left bleeding and dying on the train tracks somewhere, strapped down and naked and pleading for their lives.

He was pissed.

"We tried contacting the school, but the office has already been deserted for the day. I left a message and I'll be sure to call again first thing in the morning. But until then, I need to know when all of you saw Sasuke Uchiha last." he glanced at Kakashi, and then Iruka. Iruka was silent, but Kakashi spoke up, "I last saw him this morning when he left for school, at about… 8 o'clock. I haven't spoken with him or heard from him since."

Ibiki gave a curt nod, then gazed over at Iruka, but his glance was interrupted by Naruto raising his voice, sitting between Iruka and Kakashi.

"I was at school with him all day. He walked me and our friend Sakura-chan to the bus, but Sasuke always walks home. So when we got on he left, and that was the last I heard from him…" Naruto was quiet for a moment, then his voice gained an octave. "Maybe Sakura-chan's heard from him?"

"You should call her," Iruka said very quietly, his voice sounding weary. "In case Sasuke tried to contact her at all."

"I already called Sakura's mother, she asked Sakura if she'd heard anything. It was a dead end on that lead." Kakashi replied, sounding suddenly a lot more depressed then he was a few minutes ago.

Ibiki was silent and still for another moment, then stared hard at Kakashi. "Did he have any possible reason for running away? A fight between you two, perhaps?" Kakashi shook his head, replying "No, we rarely even argue, let alone fight. Nothing happened between the two of us or at home."

Ibiki nodded, then looked at Naruto. "And at school?"

"He's been normal lately… nothing different about him… I mean, he didn't seem depressed, y'know? He even talked about looking forward to summer break!" And for Sasuke, who rarely expressed joy, looking forward to something even a little was a big thing when he shared it with Naruto and Sakura. At least Naruto thought so.

Ibiki sighed, but nodded his head once more. He flipped a few pages in the file, skim-reading a little here and there. When he raised his head, he looked directly at Kakashi again. "I'll dispatch a squad to check the route he normally takes home, in case he's lying there injured or something similar. Do you know the way he goes?" and he pulled a map from his vest pocket, spreading it over the surface of his desk.

"I do." Naruto said urgently, standing to inspect the map with a careful eye. It took less than a minute for his eyes to spot their high school, and he grabbed a pencil from the mug next to him and carefully outlined the roads and turns that Sasuke walked every day to school and back.

"He always takes the same roads. It's a shitty neighbourhood, y'know? He didn't bother to really learn the other ways. At least not that well."

After a quick glance, Ibiki refolded the map and held it in a tight hand while Naruto took his seat. He glanced at his watch, pursing his lips slightly. "It's already quite late. It must be dark by now, so there's not much else we can do until morning. I'll send someone to check this area briefly and then first thing in the morning, we'll do a thorough search." He stood from his chair, still holding the map. "If anything comes up, I'll contact you immediately," and he was looking at Kakashi, a professional calmness in his face. "and tomorrow you'll be hearing from me first thing."

Kakashi nodded and stood, "Could I wait here until the squad gets back from looking? Just in case."

Ibiki nodded and walked to the door, opening it. "I'll take you back to the exit. You can wait in the lobby there until they get back."

Kakashi mumbled a quiet thank you as he followed Iruka and Naruto out the door, waiting for Ibiki to take up the front again. He was worried, frightened even. He knew he would never forgive himself if something terrible happened to Sasuke.

Iruka turned to look back at Naruto, a falsely cheerful smile on his face. "Let's go home, Naruto. It's late." He dropped the smile and looked to Kakashi, "If you need to talk, or if something happens, please don't hesitate to call or stop by. No matter how late."

Before Kakashi could answer him, Naruto was facing him with a blazing intensity in his whole body. "If anything happens, anything at all, I wanna know. Right away." His face was determined and left no room for arguments.

So Kakashi merely nodded, closing his eyes with a sigh. "I will."

Itachi was careful unlocking the chains this time, careful to hold them in his hands as he lowered them to the wall, so they would not crash and awaken his potentially sleeping brother inside the room.

When all the chains were unlocked and quietly left to hang beside the door, he swiftly entered the manual lock code and bent down to pick up the tray of food he had brought for Sasuke. The door clicked unlocked, and balancing the tray in a single hand, he opened the heavy door and entered the darkness.

He stood silently for a moment, letting his eyes adjust. When he could see most things, he walked to the other side of the room and set the tray on the miniature fridge. Once his hands were free he stretched, loosening his muscles and suppressing a yawn, turning around to stare at his sleeping little brother with a gentle smile on his face.

Sasuke lay curled up on top of the comforters, his body facing Itachi, his hands tucked in loose fists next to his head. His skin was littered with goose bumps from the chilly basement temperature. Itachi swallowed, suddenly feeling a bit nervous and excited that he was alone with Sasuke, who was laying there looking as vulnerable and delectable as ever.

He took a step forward, gazing adoringly at his brother's lovely face. The cement beneath the carpet made no sound as he moved, ensuring that Sasuke would have the utmost surprise when he awoke to Itachi's presence. When he stood directly next to the bed, he noticed something a bit out of place. There, lying underneath one of his brother's hands, was a plastic rectangular device. Black, sleek, and completely out of place, as far as Itachi was concerned.

Surely, his brother knew that his cell phone was no longer of any use to him. One of the advantages to being in a criminal organization was meeting criminal geniuses, and Zetsu, a technological mastermind, was most helpful in hacking into Sasuke's phone company, draining his account and disconnecting his emergency phone privileges all at once. This left Sasuke with nowhere to run and no one to turn to but Itachi.

If Itachi had to corner him, he would. If that's what it took to make Sasuke acknowledge him, he would lock him up, chase him down, confine him, anything. Anything to make him see.

His curiosity peaked. Sasuke knew it was obsolete, knew it couldn't save him, yet clung to it in his sleep? Why? What was the point of holding on to something that did nothing but remind you of how hopeless your situation is? So Itachi bent forward and gently moved Sasuke's fingers aside, picking up the phone and flipping it open.

The sight that greeted him was unexpected, but it sent him into a silent brooding rage that even he didn't understand. The sole reason Sasuke was clutching the useless piece of junk was because of the picture saved as his wallpaper, and it wasn't hard to see why.

Oranges, gold, and pinkish hues painted the sky and reflected on the infinite body of water below it. Standing in front of the large ocean were three teens, one Itachi immediately identified as Sasuke. The other two, a grinning blonde boy and a pink-haired girl, stood beside his brother with cheerful smiles on their faces. The blonde in the middle had his arms wrapped around the others, but that's not what angered Itachi. His little brother, with that cold indifference and haunting beauty, was smiling as well, but with his eyes instead of his lips.

Sasuke didn't seem particularly cheerful or enthused, but he did seem utterly content in the presence of someone other than Itachi. This baffled him. Sasuke had always put up concrete walls with everyone except his brother, and yet here was photo evidence that he'd let other people take down those walls and see the person that once belonged solely to Itachi. It was unnatural; unfathomable;

—despicable—.

And Itachi knew in an instant that he must cut those two heathens out of the picture for good. He would not kill them, no, that would be too risky, but he would erase all evidence Sasuke possessed of their existence, and eventually he would forget their faces, their voices, and their names. Then they'd be as good as dead to him.

So he shoved the phone into his pocket, pivoting on his left foot to stare mistrustfully at the crumbled old backpack on the floor. He kneeled, unzipped it and did a thorough scan of every item his hands touched. He confiscated the metal ruler, though it was flimsy, Sasuke could still use it against him. When he found the bottle of anxiety medication he paused, inspecting it carefully. It didn't occur to him, despite the situation, that he could ever give Sasuke a reason to consider suicide. It just couldn't happen. Now that they were together, the rest of their lives were to be nothing but yellow-brick-roads, sunshine and rose gardens.

So he put the bottle back, deciding that he'd let Sasuke use up the last of his prescription on his own. He needed to build trust with his little brother, after all, if they were ever going to be in a consensual and stable intimate relationship.

Zipping the bag up again, he stood and turned to look at his still sleeping younger brother. The gentle curves of his face, his dark eyelashes, his soft pale fingers… it was all so serene, and Itachi smiled just thinking about the day when he'd wake up to that face for the first time, and the thousands of times after that. So he carefully placed himself on the futon, sliding close to his brother, letting his hands travel up his side from his hip to his shoulder. Sasuke exhaled quietly in a sigh, and Itachi smiled wider, inhaling the addictive scent that Sasuke produced. He pressed closer, touching the tip of his nose against his brother's, taking a deep breath to feed himself more of that delicious smell. His hands moved back and forth over his brother's ribs, delicately caressing them, as he sniffed at Sasuke's aroma like one of those over-paid girls from an AXE: men's colon commercial.

Sasuke began to stir a bit more as Itachi's hand moved faster and less carefully. With his eyes shut, Itachi failed to notice the way his brother's hand clenched and his eyebrows furrowed as he was pulled from his dreamland and pushed back into a terrifying reality. When he did open his eyes, it was just in time to watch those beautiful black eyes blink to life and stare at him dumbly. Itachi smiled again, pausing his hand below Sasuke's shoulder to stroke that area softly, while he whispered a greeting to his increasingly shocked little brother.

With a yelp of surprise and panic, Sasuke reflexively shoved at the intruder in his bed, successfully pushing Itachi away and, to both of their surprises, off the futon completely. Itachi barely made a sound as he hit the hard floor, unlike Sasuke who was gasping and shaking as he slid against the wall and threw the comforter over his body.

Itachi stood, seemingly unfazed from the harsh rejection and straightened out his clothes. Sasuke was sending him glares of death and contempt but Itachi didn't acknowledge them. Instead, he crawled onto the bed once more and sat there, watching his brother with interest and a look of deep contemplation.

After a little while Sasuke's glares began to falter. It was strange, and painful, to be sitting here in this dark, cold basement staring at the face of his kidnapper, who also happened to be his "dead" older brother. But Itachi's gaze remained stoic and thoughtful as if he were critically analyzing every detail of Sasuke's face.

When Itachi stood up again, Sasuke breathed a little easier. His brother moved over to the small freezer box and picked up a tray of food that had been placed there. He brought it over to Sasuke, setting it on the bed and gently sliding it in his brother's direction.

"I brought you some dinner," he said quietly, sitting down again, a bit farther away this time. "you should eat."

Itachi had to remember to keep his distance when Sasuke was on the defence like this. It was just like bringing home a new cat – you have to give it time to adjust, no matter how much you want to pet and cuddle it. He needed to be patient; let Sasuke get used to him again, build his trust up, before he made a move to touch him or advance their relationship in a sexual manner. He mustn't lose his self control. He must not.

But Itachi began to think that was impossible when Sasuke dropped the comforter without complaint, revealing his slender yet well-defined upper body, pulling the tray towards him and picking up the chopsticks. He used them to pick up a small piece of tempura shrimp, opening his delectable lips, stroking the deep-fried fish with his teeth and closing his mouth around the entire piece, chewing slow and silently.

Itachi swallowed the sudden lump in his throat, heat rising to his cheeks. Sasuke refused to make eye contact with him, but Itachi was content to just sit and watch his brother feed, finding everything about the younger boy incredibly stimulating. This was dangerous, he knew. The more he was around the boy the more he wanted to strip him, devour him, bask in him—yet he couldn't, lest he ruin any chance he had of ever being with Sasuke romantically. He didn't want to keep his brother locked up like an animal; he wanted to share his life with Sasuke. But in order for Sasuke to trust and open up to him, he had to spend time with him, without ravaging him. Itachi began to doubt himself, there was no way he was going to last without doing something regrettable to the object of his obsessions perched before him, picking at his dinner innocently.

Sasuke's scent was already all over the futon, and it invaded Itachi's senses pleasantly and treacherously. His head was fogging and he wasn't even touching Sasuke yet! This wasn't good, there was no possible way Itachi could last another moment without his control shattering. He had to leave right now. Just get up and leave. Hurry, before he completely loses himself in his brother's presence—

But Sasuke had already finished his meal, setting the chopsticks down gracefully, and then his eyes were locked on his older brother's. Itachi was staring at him oddly, as if he was some alien creature that had spawned from the dirt. Not knowing what to say, or if he should say anything, Sasuke blurted the first thing that came to mind, "So… what now?"

Fighting to regain his composure, Itachi snatched the tray up hastily and turned away from his brother. "You should go back to sleep. It's very late."

Itachi began to move towards the door, and then he heard movement behind him. The next thing he knew, a hand was clutching his shirt, halting him, and his brother's voice invaded his ears. "Wait!" he warily looked down at the boy clutching him and instantly regretted it, feeling his control hit the floor and shatter into a million pieces like a glass vase. Sasuke's eyes, wide and pleading, gazed up at him with desperation; his lips parted temptingly, his hips dangerously close to his brother's crotch, "Don't leave yet. Please, don't go,"

The tray slipped from Itachi's hand and its contents crashed noisily to the floor, startling his brother and causing him to jolt backwards, his hand unwrapping from his brother's shirt. Itachi was fully facing him now, advancing on him predatorily, his eyes clouded with lust. "Damn it, Sasuke," he hissed, quietly, his voice deep and angry, though he was not angry – he was frenzied by his own sexual desires. "You just had to keep pushing…"

Sasuke was stepping backwards in time with his brother's treacherous advance, disliking the sudden change in atmosphere, "Pushing what? What do you mean?" the backs of his legs hit the edge of the futon, and Itachi chose that moment to pounce, forcing his younger brother onto the mattress, despite the kicks and shoves of panic and fear Sasuke was dishing out. He straddled his hips and pinned down his legs while his hands grabbed the boy's upper arms and firmly held them against the futon.

"What the hell are you doing?" Sasuke tossed his head from side to side, trying to buck his hips and twist his body. "Get the hell off me!"

Itachi was silent. He kept Sasuke firmly pressed on his back against the mattress. His eyes glowed in the room's darkness, terrorizing his younger brother into near-paralysation. Sasuke refused to give up, however – he continued to kick his legs violently in the air and try to twist his upper body, though Itachi's grip on his arms didn't leave him with much room to move.

"Itachi! Get off!"

Itachi let go of one of Sasuke's arms, and as expected the boy immediately swung it towards his attacker's head aggressively, but Itachi was prepared. He grabbed Sasuke's wrist and pinned it to his chest, then grabbed his other wrist and crossed it over the first, moving to hold both arms restrained against Sasuke's chest with a single hand. Sasuke tried arching his back to gain leverage, but he was unable to move enough to gain any sort of advantage.

"Stop it, Itachi! Let go of me!"

Deafly, Itachi slid down his brother's body to sit comfortably on his thighs, feeling his heart pounding inside his chest. He had his obsession lying directly underneath him; arms immobile, body pinned, face flushed erotically with anger and panic, and Itachi still had a free hand to do and touch whatever he wanted. Selfishly, he considered taking his own aching erection from his pants and relieving himself right there, but the need to touch Sasuke was too intense – he needed to feel him; feel his skin and his scent and his presence. The physical need to experience his brother was far greater than the physical need to ease his cock.

Slowly, delicately, Itachi trailed his hand down his brother's chest, his eyes carefully following the movement. Sasuke let out a groan of total displeasure when his brother's fingertips brushed against the skin of his stomach, exposed from the hem of his shirt. Itachi wanted to moan when his fingers touched the perfect, creamy, unblemished skin. He smiled contentedly. His hand pushed the fabric further up his brother's chest, revealing more skin, feeding Itachi's rapid hunger.

Sasuke's arms pinned to his chest prevented the shirt from going any further, disappointing Itachi, who had hoped to see and touch his brother's nipples. Itachi let his hand gently stroke Sasuke's lower stomach, enjoying the way his skin rippled beneath his fingers, tickled at the sensation. Itachi trailed his index finger around his brother's navel slowly, enraptured by the constant tremble in his brother's skin.

Sasuke was watching him; his every movement and action recorded by those beautiful eyes. He was frightened – blatantly, but there was also something else in those eyes. Confusion? Curiosity? Or perhaps he didn't know what to feel and think in this situation. It was understandable.

God, Itachi wanted to kiss him. Lean down, take his mouth—his lips and tongue captured and submissive by his older brother's. But their positions were not appropriate for that. If Itachi leaned forward too much, he would lose his leverage, and Sasuke would gain a rather troublesome upper hand on this situation. This all wasn't turning out quite like Itachi had hoped. He couldn't touch Sasuke's nipples or even kiss him, but there was still something he could do with his little brother.

Without hesitation, Itachi's free hand moved down his brother's stomach and attached to the boy's pants, swiftly undoing the button and unzipping them in a matter of seconds. Sasuke tried to buck his hips, but still his resistance was futile. He struggled, desperately pulling his arms and wiggling his hips away from the older man, but Itachi was too strong. He couldn't overpower him.

Shaking with rage and fear, Sasuke slumped against the futon, still watching Itachi with frustrated, narrow eyes. Itachi smiled back, opening the front of his little brother's pants completely and yanking down his underwear to reveal his flaccid cock. A surge of overwhelming emotions vibrated up Itachi's spine, making his hands tremble, as he stared enraptured at the beautiful head and shaft lying limp beneath his hand. Sasuke's face became bright red, watching his older brother stare hungrily at his exposed member. He was afraid to move now—afraid to give his brother any more reason to stare at him.

Releasing a shaky breath, Itachi moved slowly, wrapping his hand around the base of his brother's cock and giving it a long, slow stroke. Sasuke jerked, unable to lie still under his brother's ministrations. A small moan escaped Itachi's lips as he gave another stroke, adoring the way his skin felt against his brother's. He continued to fondle Sasuke's shaft, gaining speed and strength in his movements, ignoring the displeasured groans coming from the boy.

"Itachi, n-no—don't! S-stop!"

An overbearing bliss rose in Itachi's chest when his brother began to harden in his hand. He stroked him harder, occasionally pressing his thumb against the head. Tears gathered at the corners of Sasuke's eyes and his protests turned to moans, unable to form words any longer. His hips began to thrust of their own accord, and Sasuke knew he had lost the battle against not only Itachi, but his own body as well. He was too stubborn to surrender, but what choice did he have? If Itachi kept touching him like that, he was going to lose his mind.

"Itachi… please… p-please, stop…"

His voice was hoarse, no longer so loud and demanding. He couldn't control anything anymore; not the situation, not his body, not even his own voice. He was completely helpless to whatever Itachi had planned for him. Fuck, he hated this! He absolutely despised being at someone else's mercy this way. But there was nothing he could do. Not a damn thing.

Itachi's hand movement was fast and aggressive now. His grip was almost painful, but Sasuke's cock seemed to be enjoying it, as it stood erect and damp and twitching in Itachi's hand as it prepared for orgasm. Sasuke's hips still thrust desperately in his brother's direction, his back arched against the mattress, burying his head in the blankets with his face flushed, mouth open and eyes shut. Itachi's own erection was painfully confined inside his pants, but it only served to make him hungrier to witness his brother's ejaculation. He was panting, his face damp with sweat and his ears ringing pleasantly from the sound of Sasuke's eager moans.

"St-stop it, please, N-…Nii-san!"

Itachi's hand clenched upon hearing his old nickname spill from his brother's mouth in a moan, and Sasuke cried out in sinful pleasure as his climax hit him hard and he came shamefully in his brother's hand, his cock emptying itself in Itachi's lap. Sasuke's hips jerked uncontrollably as he rode out his orgasm, feeding himself the last of the pleasure, then collapsing in exhaustion when it was all finally over.

Itachi still hadn't moved a muscle since he'd heard his younger brother call him Nii-san again after so many years. It had been so long. Hearing that word brought Itachi back to reality—the reality where he was supposed to be building Sasuke's trust by not ravaging him and here he was, pants drenched in Sasuke's come and his hand damp for the same reason. Sasuke was lying motionless below him, quietly panting, body devoid of energy and on the verge of passing out.

Hastily, and with great reluctance, Itachi pulled himself off his brother and as far away from the futon as possible. Sasuke opened his eyes just in time to see Itachi rip the door open and slam it behind him, leaving him stunned and alone without a word.

On the other side of the door, Itachi stood with his back pressed against it and his body shaking. His cock still ached feverishly in his pants, he numbly acknowledged, bringing his hand down to relieve it of its confines and stroke it roughly while recalling the look of pleasure and pain on Sasuke's face etched into his memory. In a matter of seconds he came, biting his tongue to silence himself, and slumping against the floor moments later. It took several minutes for him to compose himself enough to stand and lock the door, dragging himself upstairs to his own room for the night.

Author's Note: I am SO sorry I've been gone so long. A lot of things happened all at once and it's been chaotic, but now I'm back and working on my fanfictions again, have no fear! To those of you who have been patiently waiting for updates, I'm sorry, and thank you very much. I'm going to try and start updating my stories every two weeks, but it might take me a while to get into the habit. I'm not sure how well this will work just yet. Anyways, thanks so much for reading, hope you enjoyed! New chapter will be up soon!