My Obsession, My Possession

~Chapter Four – Humiliate You, Trust Me~

Itachi came around less often after that.

When he did come, he would bring food and leave it on top of the small refrigerator. He stopped trying to make conversation with Sasuke – after the incident a few days ago, the boy would hardly even look at him. Itachi had been diligent at first, asking him how he was feeling, if he needed anything, but Sasuke never responded. The only time Sasuke looked at him was when he brought him fresh clothes and towels, or the bathroom was running low on toilet paper or the bed linen needed to be washed.

Itachi was beginning to lose patience with the entire situation. Sasuke was here, in his grasp, he could do anything he wanted with the boy and yet his conscience was immobilizing his actions. His memory of Sasuke's scared and humiliated face from a few days ago haunted him—he never wanted to see that face again. Sasuke had looked so disgusted and ashamed. Itachi's plans were backfiring, and he didn't know what to do. If Sasuke continued to ignore him Itachi feared he would break, and end up ravaging the boy until he became nothing but a lifeless doll.

But Itachi still had hope. He knew the real Sasuke was in there somewhere – he just needed to find it, and bring it out. He needed to somehow provoke Sasuke to release his inner self without damaging him anymore. He needed to do something drastic that would awaken his brother's dormant personality without forcing him to become unstable.

And though he was nervous, and his plan was not only risky but a challenge to fulfill, Itachi believed he knew how to do just that.

Sakura had been crying all morning. Naruto's palms were aching from clenching his fists, as he sat next to the sobbing girl in the counsellor's office. Their other friends were there as well, Kiba and Hinata, Shikamaru, Lee and Gaara, everyone from their elementary school days – the fourteen of them sat silently around the room; all heads were bowed and Sakura and Ino quietly muffled their sobs.

There was really nothing any of them could say. Sasuke was missing. Kidnapped, maybe even dead. The chances of him being killed were high; whoever kidnapped him was likely the same person who murdered his parents and took his older brother. The young students said nothing to one another, each of them contemplating again and again how such a thing could happen to their friend.

"They never found anything?" Lee asked Naruto quietly from his seat across the room. Naruto looked up at him, his arm around Sakura's waist pulled her a little closer and she gently laid her head on his shoulder and cried a bit more.

"No. They searched the entire area from the school to his house but nothing suspicious was found, and no witnesses have come forth either."

Sakura released a high-pitched, shaky breath and pressed her hands tightly against her face.

"No evidence, no clues, no witnesses," Neji muttered quietly, never taking his eyes off the floor. "It's obvious that whoever did this is intelligent and resourceful enough to have done it flawlessly, which means that if he wanted to, he could have killed Sasuke right then and there and still gotten away with it. Which means that it's very likely Sasuke is still alive."

"But that also means that the police have even less chance of finding him," Shino replied, looking in Naruto's direction. "Why? Because nobody that intelligent would go through all that trouble unless they were absolutely sure they'd never be caught."

Sakura shuddered when a long, loud sob ripped from her throat followed by many shaky gasps. Naruto held her tighter and rubbed soothing circles up and down her back.

"I don't care how smart or resourceful that bastard is," Naruto spat from clenched teeth, "I'm going to find him and beat the shit out of him! And then I'm going to find Sasuke and…" He let his sentence die, feeling Sakura's entire body tense just at the mentioning of finding Sasuke. "…Bring him to Sakura-chan's house and watch her strangle-hug him to death."

Sakura made a sort of gasping sound, which could've been a sob or a laugh—Naruto really couldn't tell.

"Only after you've strangle-hugged him to death," Shikamaru said, gently stroking Ino's shoulder. Naruto grinned, his cheeks reddened just a little bit and he scratched the back of his head.

"Yeah, probably."

Everyone seemed to let out a small chuckle, but the moment didn't last. Silence fell over them again, only interrupted by the repetitive sound of Sakura and Ino tearing tissues from the tissue box between them.

"I'm sure they'll find him," Kiba said, "I hear they've got an awesome detective leading the case."

"That Ibiki guy," Naruto replied, looking up. "I met him."

"What's he like?" Neji asked.

Naruto shrugged, looking down into his lap where Sakura had rested her head at the moment. "He's really scary. And the walls in his office are covered in awards and certificates and stuff, and he has all these scars and burns on his face." Naruto looked up at everyone staring at him slightly alarmed. "And he's bald."

Neji sighed, looking away from Naruto unimpressed. "Did he seem particularly competent?"

"He seemed like the kind of guy who doesn't take 'no' for an answer and wouldn't hesitate to shave somebody's skin off with a cheese grater if they tried." Naruto said, "If that answers your question."

"No, not really." Neji responded, annoyed. "But I've heard some impressive stories about him. He's single-handedly solved cases that entire Intelligence Specialists squads couldn't even guess at." Sakura looked up and made eye contact with Neji then. "If anyone can find Sasuke, he can."

"That makes me feel better," Lee said, moving across the room to sit beside Sakura. "You too?" He asked, placing a gentle hand on her side. She wiped her eyes and sat up, sniffling, she set both her hands on each of Naruto's and Lee's.

She nodded.

Kakashi's head was pounding, as was his heart. Ever since Sasuke had gone missing, he hadn't received a moment's peace—every counsellor and social worker in the entire city had been calling him, family members, friends, the high school's principal—even Naruto and Iruka called constantly to check up on him and ask questions or offer advice.

Kakashi was grateful when Iruka brought food over for him; if it wasn't for the brunette man he probably would have starved to death by now. Kakashi had always been a man who loved peaceful silence – he and Sasuke were the same, like that – but now that things had become so dire and anxiety filled his chest, Kakashi was craving as much social interaction possible. He needed something to fill the void of his empty house and racing mind because, when the lights were off and the night was still, Kakashi was constantly revisited by the persistent and lethal thought that he might never see his son again.

Which is why his heart started pounding every time he was asked to meet with Detective Ibiki. This man's presence brought two things: suffocating dread and miraculous hope. Receiving a call from him was like dousing yourself in gasoline, lighting yourself on fire and then jumping into the Arctic ocean in December. It was exhausting, and Kakashi was beginning to lose his mental strength.

"Please," Kakashi said, as he sat down across from Ibiki in his office. "I really need to hear some good news."

"I have potentially good news," Ibiki said, grabbing a pen from the little cup on his desk. "I have a prime suspect."

Kakashi almost fell out of his chair. "You do? Who? Who is it?"

Ibiki reclined in his chair again, fiddling with the pen in his left hand. "We're all thinking the same thing—Sasuke's kidnapper is mostly likely his parents' killer. But the culprit was never caught, so we have no way of knowing who that is. The killer's identity remains a mystery."

Kakashi lifted an eyebrow. "Until now?"

"I have a hunch," the man said, shifting in his seat. "And it's going to sound crazy. But all of my 'crazy' ideas turn out to be the right ones," and he used his thumb to point behind him at all the award plaques hanging on the wall. "Incidentally."

"Crazy is fine with me," Kakashi replied, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees. "Anything is."

Ibiki nodded, dropping the pen on his desk. "Assuming the kidnapper is also the killer, what motive would he have to go after a high school kid who is virtually harmless to him? If the killer was someone who wanted Sasuke's family dead out of spite or jealousy, why did he take Itachi alive and not kill him as well? If the killer just happens to be sick and insane, why did he wait almost six full years before targeting Sasuke instead of just waiting for the right moment? Surely it hasn't taken six years for the boy to become vulnerable enough to such an attack."

He picked the pen up again and started tapping it against the desktop. "It doesn't add up. The only way this makes sense is if the perpetrator is someone who was close with the family – someone who had emotional attachment to both sons and has plans for them that don't involve premature death. But you know as well as I do that everyone who had even the slightest involvement with the Uchiha family, including yourself, was investigated after the murders. Except for one person."

Kakashi took a moment to think it all over, his hands clasped together tightly, his eyes surveyed the carpet thoroughly as his mind raced over each detail individually and critically. When at last the name clicked inside his mind, his eyes widened and he slowly raised his head to stare Ibiki straight in the eyes.

"Itachi."

There was excitement in Itachi's steps as much as there was anxiety and anticipation. He glided down the long corridor of stairs and stopped outside the large chained-up door. He put a hand in his pocket and felt the soft piece of rope wrap around his fingers. His plan would work, it had to. He was confident. But he was also nervous.

He knew Sasuke would make that face again. He didn't want to see it, but he had no choice—if he wanted to return Sasuke to his former self, he would have to endure looking at that beautiful, terrified expression.

He quickly unlocked the door and pushed inside, closing and locking it behind him. He glanced around the room, but Sasuke was not there. He shifted his eyes to the bathroom door and saw it closed; he could faintly hear the shower running inside. That would make this much easier.

He was silent and careful as he entered the small bathroom and shut the door behind him. He leaned against the sink, crossing his arms over his chest as he waited for his little brother to finish. He glanced up at the towel hanging by the tub and grabbed it, folding it neatly in his hands. He decided to tease Sasuke a little before setting his plan in motion—if they both had to suffer, he might as well have a little fun beforehand.

At last the water shut off and Itachi heard rustling behind the shower curtain. A second later, a thin, pale, beautiful hand reached out from behind it and groped around for the towel that Itachi was now holding. The hand continued to wander aimlessly, then it retreated back into the shower and the curtain was slightly pulled back. Sasuke's beautiful face peaked out from behind it, stared at the vacant space where the towel once hung, then let his eyes wander the rest of the room and finally settle on Itachi, standing across the bathroom and smirking at him, holding the absent towel in his smug hand.

Sasuke's face immediately reddened, and his expression grew angry and spiteful. He pulled the shower curtain close to his body to ensure that Itachi saw the least amount of his naked skin possible.

"What the hell are you doing here? Get out!" he demanded, glaring hatefully at his still smirking brother.

Itachi's expression didn't falter. "As you wish," he said, and held up the towel for Sasuke to see. He turned towards the door, and as he did so he noticed the bundle of clothes lying on the countertop. Without a second thought he grabbed those too, opened the door and said, "If you get tired of standing there cold and wet, just call me and I'll gladly bring this to you." And before Sasuke could reply, he stepped out of the bathroom and shut the door.

Sasuke was pissed.

Not only was he soaking wet, but he was freezing also—he had used up all the hot water in his shower, and Itachi had let most of the warm steam escape when he opened the door. Sasuke knew he was going to regret this, but god damn it, there was only so much coldness his body could handle. Hesitantly, he crept out from behind the shower curtain and stepped out of the bathtub, walking briskly to the door and opening it just a crack. He shivered when a violent gust of cool air hit his body like a freight train, and shyly hid his naked body behind the door.

"Itachi! Give me back my towel and clothes!" he demanded through the door's gap. He heard the springs on the futon squeak as Itachi stood up from it, and the quiet lull of footsteps on the carpet assaulted his ears. Itachi stepped in front of the door, still smirking, holding the towel loosely in one hand. He wasn't holding Sasuke's clothes. Sasuke reached his hand through the gap and held it out expectantly, waiting for Itachi to give him the damn cloth already. Itachi shook his head and opened the towel, holding one end in his right hand and the other in his left, beckoning Sasuke to leave the bathroom and let him drape the towel on his—naked—body. Sasuke glared. He wanted Itachi to stop playing this stupid game already and just give him the damn thing, but it seemed that Itachi wasn't going to give up until Sasuke did this his way.

Cheeks flushed, Sasuke ripped the door open and flung himself at his brother as fast as he could, so that Itachi had no time to gawk at his nude body. He tried to pry the towel from his brother's hands, but Itachi held it fast and in return wrapped his arms, and the towel, around Sasuke. Sasuke shivered as warmth enveloped him, subconsciously leaning closer to his brother's body and heat. Delighted, Itachi began to rub the towel over his brother's body; his back and shoulders, his arms, even so bold as to run it over his little brother's beautifully shaped ass and thighs. Sasuke shuddered again, his hands gripped Itachi's shoulders when the older brother knelt in front of him and began to thread the towel between his legs, thoroughly drying them both with slow, gentle precision. Sasuke's face was beat red by the end of the humiliating drying session. Itachi dropped the towel, still knelt on the ground and looked up at his baby brother, whose face was flushed his eyes were screwed shut. Itachi smiled and stood, bringing a hand up to caress Sasuke's hair.

When Sasuke opened his eyes, it was just in time to see his older brother dip down and scoop him up bridal style in his powerful arms. Sasuke twisted his body, hands pushing at Itachi's shoulders and legs kicking every way they could to worm his way out of his brother's unbreakable hold.

"Put me down!"

Itachi either didn't notice the resistance or didn't care, as he carried the squirming boy over to the futon, setting him down gently and leaning his body over the other's to trap it against the squeaky mattress.

It was time to carry out his plan.

He placed his palm flat against Sasuke's collarbone and used it to keep him pinned down. With his free hand, he fished the two pieces of rope from his pocket, dejectedly registering the way Sasuke's face twisted in fear when he saw them. The boy's body flailed, angrily kicking out his legs and using his hands to tear at Itachi's arm and chest. Itachi didn't pay the defiance any mind; instead, he grabbed one of Sasuke's wrists and pushed it against the futon, then placed his knee on the forearm to keep it pinned. With his other knee, Itachi pinned the boy's hip, leaving one side of his body completely immobilized and Itachi with two free hands.

"Itachi—what are you—let go of me!"

Sasuke grimaced when his brother's knees dug into his arm and hip, knowing he would have bruises from it later. He didn't have any time to think about that though; Itachi grabbed his wrist with one hand and his thigh with the other—forcing them together, he held them in one hand, his nails digging in to the soft, spongy flesh of the boy's thigh. Itachi grabbed one of the ropes and with a frightening speed, tied Sasuke's wrist to his thigh in a tight knot.

"Stop it! Itachi—stop—don't!"

Sasuke gasped and tried to break the knot by pulling on his wrist, but all that did was spread his legs and reveal his genitalia even more. He groaned, feeling the circulation in his leg falter when he yanked harder and harder on his bound wrist.

Not again not again not again…

Itachi switched to the other side of Sasuke's body, releasing the arm and hip he had pinned earlier only to tie the wrist and thigh together. When the task was completed, Itachi scooted away from his brother and stared hungrily at the wonderful sight.

Sasuke laid on his back, his right wrist tied tightly to his right thigh, and his left wrist tied tightly to his left thigh. When he attempted to pull his wrists free, his legs would spread and give Itachi a very nice view of his little brother's naked manhood. Beautiful. It was such a pleasant sight, Itachi had to fight with every fibre of his being not to simply ravish the boy senseless. No, he had to keep his self control, this time, he had to.

Itachi gently cupped the underside of the boy's thighs and pushed them a little further apart so that he could nestle between them. He let them drop around his waist and began to pull his own clothes off, starting with his shirt. When his shirt, pants and boxers were off and disregarded on the floor, Itachi repositioned himself between his brother's legs. Now both brothers were naked and their bodies were touching intimately, the ultimate show of vulnerable exposure.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Sasuke shouted, scared to move and press even more of his naked body against his brother's. "Why are you doing this? What part of no don't you fucking understand?"

Itachi didn't say anything and let the verbal assault wash over him, opting to rub a gentle hand over his little brother's quivering thigh.

"I don't want this, Itachi, please—" he was forced to shut his eyes and suppress a shudder when that deceitful hand travelled further up his thigh, so close to his crotch. "—please, untie me—Don't do this, anything but this, please…" He gasped and shuddered as that treacherous hand massaged his sensitive skin, never touching his most private areas yet still enticing them. "I don't want this!"

"Sasuke, listen to me." Itachi said, his voice was stern, his hands left the boy's thighs and moved upwards to cup his face, forcing him to stare into his older brother's eyes. Sasuke searched his brother's expression frightfully, surprised to see his brother looking so… unhappy. As if this was something he didn't want to do, either.

"Listen to me, very carefully," he leaned in towards Sasuke's face, his tone was very smooth and undoubted. He looked his little brother straight in the eyes and said, very clearly, "I am not going to hurt you."

And though Sasuke knew he shouldn't—every part of him screamed not to—he somehow believed Itachi. Maybe it was the nervous expression, or the hesitant way his hands touched him. Maybe it was because he was still a virgin even though the man who had kidnapped him now had them both stripped, tied him up on a bed. None of it made sense and yet Sasuke still believed him. But the voice of reason at the back of his mind screamed, alarmingly, you're going to regret this, you gullible little fool.

So Sasuke released a shaky, nervous breath and let his arms relax just a little. He watched every move his brother made with cautious eyes, and not a single thing the older brother did went unnoticed.

Itachi almost felt relieved to see his brother relax. He set to work with his task, trailing his hands agonizingly slowly over every part of his brother's naked body. He started at the ankles, rubbing them in gentle circular motions, letting his hands slowly trail up to his brother's knees. He continued this pattern over Sasuke's entire body, never being too anxious or uncontrolled. He was just touching him. Gently touching him. Both of them, as naked and vulnerable, the older gently, just touching him. This was how he would gain Sasuke's trust back. He was going to prove it to him—he was not going to hurt him.

Sasuke felt like something was seriously wrong with him. His older brother—the man who had kidnapped and violated him was now running his hands all over his naked body, and even when Itachi touched rather private places, like cupping his ass, he made no verbal objection. Itachi even presented opportunities where Sasuke could have kicked and struck him in dangerous places, but Sasuke remained still and quiet.

Even worse, Sasuke didn't feel nearly as humiliated as he should have. Not until, Itachi trailed a dangerous hand over top Sasuke's flaccid manhood, and it pulsed with sudden contact. Sasuke whimpered, and Itachi's hand stilled, but then moved on to trail up his navel, leaving his brother's cock unattended. Sasuke exhaled, leaning his head back against the pillows, exposing his chest to his brother's hands.

Was this sexual? In a way Sasuke couldn't explain, this almost felt paternal, like a parent gently caressing and soothing their frightened child. Even when Itachi touched him in an intimate place, Sasuke's fear was not aroused. And even worse, he was starting to hate it less, feel less humiliated. The more Itachi touched him the better his mind wrapped around the whole situation.

And then Itachi pressed their chests together, and Sasuke felt the man's rock hard cock press against his genitals.

Itachi was losing his mind.

For the past three days, he had repeated the same actions with Sasuke, and each time he stumbled away from it with a cock hard as diamond and an unbearable desire to fuck his little brother halfway to death.

After the first time, he didn't need to tie his brother up anymore, and all it took was some gentle coaxing to get Sasuke to lie naked with him and let his body be caressed. To Itachi's extreme delight, the last time they had partaken, Sasuke even touched him back—hesitantly and shyly of course. Naturally, the way his brother became aroused didn't go unnoticed by Itachi, but it only infuriated him even more, knowing that if he dared to indulge himself in his desires, all of his hard work would be flushed down the drain.

He was beginning to feel like things would never go the way he wanted, but he knew that wasn't the case; he was just (sexually) frustrated that he had been with Sasuke for over an entire week and he hadn't fucked him yet.

And even worse, after every session he had with Sasuke, the boy would gently touch his arms or shoulders and ask him to let him out of the room. It was becoming increasingly more difficult for Itachi to deny his brother's request. He wanted Sasuke to be happy – that was obvious. But even more so, he wanted Sasuke to stay with him, and he hadn't yet gained the boy's affection enough to let him out without fear that he would run away.

It's not that he didn't trust Sasuke, it was just that the boy still had very strong emotional connections to other people, and Itachi hadn't gotten around to erasing those strong connections just yet. He wouldn't be able to accomplish that until Sasuke was comfortable enough to consent to engaging with him in explicit sexual activities, since Itachi planned on literally screwing the memories right out of his brother's head.

Itachi felt like today might be the day, however. He had a plan. A very simple, ingenious, and sexy plan. He had, in his spare time, purchased a rather fancy and expensive massage oil from one of those "sophisticated" sex shops that Madara himself recommended. He planned on using this oil during today's naked session with Sasuke, in hopes that it would entice and awaken the young male's inner sexual desires.

Reaching the bottom of the stairs, Itachi pocketed the fancy bottle of lotion and proceeded to hastily unlock the door. He stepped inside, and the first thing he noticed was that the bathroom light was on and the door was closed. The second thing, however, was that the bookshelf in the corner was completely taken apart. The books were heaped into a large pile on the floor and one of the shelves was missing from the case. His face contorted confusedly, and his hand touched the edge of the door behind him, prepared to shut it. However he never got the chance, for in that moment, a heavy weight slammed into the back of his head and sent him crashing to the floor with an agonized howl of pain. He turned just in time to see Sasuke standing above him, eyes wide with anxiety, chest heaving with adrenaline, and the large two-by-four shelf from the bookcase dropped from his shaky hands and collided noisily with the floor. Sasuke didn't wait even a second to see if Itachi was all right – the minute his body hit the floor, he dropped the piece of wood and ran out the door and up the staircase.

Itachi couldn't believe what just happened. He crawled to grab on to Sasuke's fleeting figure, but his head throbbed and his eyes blurred and his hands stopped listening to him. He attempted to stand but fell down again, clutching his throbbing head with one hand while the other attempted to pull him up.

He was so angry. Angry at himself for not being smarter, angry at Sasuke for being so defiant, and most of all, angry at his godforsaken conscience that told him to wait until Sasuke was ready before having sex with him. Now he may never get the chance.

No. Itachi would not let it end like this, not after all those years of hard work and waiting and self-control. He would catch Sasuke, he would drag him back, tie him down and force his dominance on the boy until he never even dared to defy Itachi again. He would not walk away from this empty-handed. A lifeless doll Sasuke was better than no Sasuke at all.

So Itachi forced himself to his feet and ran up the flight of stairs behind his brother.

Author's Note: Yes, I still plan on (someday) updating every two weeks, when the Fates allow. Luckily for you, dear reader, the next chapter is already well underway. Do you think Itachi is really going to rape his little brother? You'll just have to wait and see! :) Thank you for reading!