Yet another chapter! WOOT.

I've been trying to incorporate all the requests into the now slightly convoluted plan I have inside my head. Hopefully it turns out better on paper.

WARNING: This chapter is a bit sexually vicious, as in "Wow, too much information, I didn't want to read that". If this is what y'all would like to see more of in the future, just lemme know and I'll see what I can do.
And if you don't appreciate it, that's also important to know. I don't want to be scarring anyone for indecent sexual situations. Plus, sometimes reading them can just be awkward.

Enjoy!

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They made their way back into the room, all the other men having already taken their seats.

Sasuke sat in the same seat as he did previously, beside Kisame and across from Deidara. The boy hid a pained grimace, not ready for the man's humiliating and lewd comments. He could easily defend himself when there were no witnesses, but in front of the entire organization?

They'd surely fight back.

Sasuke frowned, bringing his thoughts back to Deidara. He was almost positive it was he that had hurt him all those years ago, he was so certain.

But he still didn't know.

After all, a lot of people had hit on Sasuke, sometimes subtly, sometimes quite noticeably, sometimes even fucking groping; of course, the gropers hardly had much of a chance to boast about it to their friends afterward; Sasuke made sure of that.

So the idea that Deidara was one of those many people didn't escape him. He just had to bide his time, figure it out logically.

Now was obviously not the time for that, though, he reminded himself. The leader spoke, addressing his audience. "Sasori, Zetsu, and myself were unable to apprehend Orochimaru's subordinate. Orochimaru probably discovered our intentions when he noticed Sasuke was gone and will come to us in the very near future to negotiate terms." He cleared his throat. "In the meantime, however, we can find out all we need to know from the subordinate we do have in our command," he finished, his piercing purple eyes turned toward Sasuke.

And suddenly he was standing beside him, looking down at the boy as he spoke. "What do you know of Orochimaru capturing the Jinchuurikis?"

"Nothing," Sasuke replied calmly. And technically, he wasn't lying.

The leader kept his deep gaze on him, analyzing his words.

After a moment, he spoke. "I don't believe you."

Sasuke swallowed.

The man took a deep breath, and Sasuke saw in the man's eyes his final ultimatum. If the Uchiha didn't answer this question with complete honesty, the purple-eyed would determine other, more inventive methods to get his information.

"Do you know where Orochimaru is now?"

Sasuke swallowed. This was his last chance. Strategically, did he want to tell them the truth? Or could he find some kind of advantage over them for knowing something they didn't?

A moment passed, then Sasuke said, "Yes."

The leader's eyes squinted in anticipation. "Where?"

Sasuke could feel all the Akatsukis' unnerving eyes on him, waiting readily for his reply. "Dead."

All the stares that were merely eager now became glued to his frame, stupefied in disbelief.

The leader looked in the general vicinity of his men, hissing, "How did we not hear of this?" He looked to Zetsu angrily, throwing a hand at him. "Zetsu, confirm this information. Now."

The black and white man nodded, a green, spiked plant of sorts coming from the ground and swallowing him, taking him underground.

The leader looked back to Sasuke. "Who killed him?"

"I did."

A surprised pause, then a fierce, "Why?"

Sasuke fidgeted in his chair. Wasn't knowing Orochimaru was dead good enough? Did they really have to know why?

After brief deliberation, he schooled his features and said, "He had nothing more to offer me. I was merely ridding myself of unnecessary baggage."

The leader watched him a long moment, scrutinizing his features with an intense gaze. "You're not telling me everything," he said finally, pointing to Sasuke's hands. "Who did this?"

"Orochimaru."

"Why?"

Sasuke gulped. He had fabricated a story in his head for what he'd planned to say if they asked, but he knew better now than to think this purple-eyed man would fall for it. Whatever lies he had died in his mouth, leaving him bare and shivering without protection.

Sasuke swallowed, wincing when it came out louder than he intended. It'd be easier if he just got it over with.

Taking a deep breath, he spoke. "Orochimaru…he, he'd always make these crude remarks about the way I looked. Then…" He swallowed again. "Then one day he tried to, tried to rape me and..." He indicated the wounds on his hands, "Used kunai to pin me down."

The leader didn't look like he knew what to say, seemingly frozen from the admittance, and the rest of the men around him had close replicas of the expression. Shaken, but not completely outraged…unlike Itachi. His hands were clenched to tight fists, quivering on the table, and his upper teeth were grinding with inhuman strength against the lower ones.

One member however, was the other exception, his expression both gleeful and annoyed at the same time. Deidara.

Sasuke quickly turned to instead face the leader as the man nodded. "I see…"

Sasuke's eyes were piercing into the man's. "So are we done now?"

The leader met his gaze. "No." He turned sharply to Zetsu, who had reappeared with a nod of his head. "Come." In a second he and the black and white man disappeared again, and Sasuke could only assume they were planning to come back.

Silence filled the room, nothing like when he and Itachi were alone in the older man's room. Then, there had been nothing awkward about it, but now…

Sasuke kept his gaze away from spectators, instead staring at the now extremely interesting table in front of him.

Then he heard a laugh resonate from across from him, and he looked up with surprised eyes.

Deidara's mouth was open with a wide grin. "Shit, it seems like everyone wants to get in your pants, huh? If I'd have known better, I'd say it was you who wanted to fuck them."

Sasuke cowered as the man laughed again, horrified. He mustered up his anger and spat, "Fuck you."

Deidara pointed to himself questioningly, his smirk only wider. "Fuck me? I usually prefer it the other way around, but whatever you want Sasuke-chan. After all, you are the infamous, sexually stimulating boy everyone wants to know, love, and fuck." Deidara's smirk grew feral, savage and untamed as he stared into Sasuke's onyx eyes. "Isn't that right, you Arousing, Suggestively Erotic, Sexy Sasuke?"

Sasuke's eyes nearly spilled out of their sockets, his tongue like lead and his brain going into violent, excruciating overload. That name…

Deidara wasn't just putting a few words together for description. That was a title.

And Sasuke had heard the stupid damn thing before. The blond-haired man's voice was exactly like he remembered it years ago, as it whispered huskily into his ear that he was his personal fucktoy before a tongue lashed out to caress the soft skin.

The man, Deidara…he had to be the one. The one that…

But no, he wouldn't display his anguish so publicly. He properly composed himself, straightening in his chair, blatantly ignoring Deidara's lewd comment as he looked down at his now shaking hands.

The vulgar remark, Deidara's voice, they were familiar, scarily so, but he wasn't positive. He couldn't be, not really. Deidara could have heard it from someone, the real culprit, or it could be mere coincidence.

Very ironic mere coincidence.

Sasuke sighed, rubbing a hand across his forehead. The man, from before…his, his groans, they were like nothing he'd ever heard before. A weird, raspy moan that was so fucking loud Sasuke remembered thinking he was dying. If he could compare his past with Deidara, he may be able to confirm…

In a sudden flash of speed, the leader and Zetsu appeared, both standing at one end of the long table.

The leader spoke. "Orochimaru did indeed take the Jinchuuriki of the Six-Tails and appears he was doing numerous tests on the strength and maximum aptitude of the body. We now have the Jinchuuriki stable and in our possession."

Sighs of relief resonated around the room, and the leader disappeared again, signaling the end of the already lengthy meeting.

Itachi was one of the first to stand, immediately going around the table in Sasuke's direction.

No, no, I haven't tested my theory yet.

Sasuke immediately stood and walked around the other side of the table, barely glancing at Itachi's surprised expression as he deliberately moved away from him.

Deidara was already out of the room and down the hall, and Sasuke took another quick glance behind him, pleased to see Kisame momentarily distracting his brother. Quietly he trailed Deidara with soft, muffled footsteps.

As the blond-haired man finally reached the door to his room, Sasuke closed the distance with a few long strides, pressing his body abruptly between the man and the closed door. Deidara's eyes went wide.

Sasuke's hands, still bound by that damn rope, held onto the top of the doorframe, letting the prominent muscles in his stomach roll seductively as he stretched. He spread his legs wide, his feet resting on separate sides of the frame, effectively splayed for the older man to have no choice but to lustfully inspect his body.

Deidara lapped it up.

"I've changed my mind," Sasuke said huskily. "What we were doing earlier? I want more." Sasuke brought his lips to Deidara's ear. "I want so much more."

The blond-haired man grabbed a fistful of Sasuke's loose shirt as he reached for the doorknob, his pupils dilated and hands shaking with undeniable lust.

Bursting the door open and slamming it just as quickly he physically threw Sasuke onto the bed, half a second later pouncing on top of him. Deidara brought a hand to Sasuke's plump nipple and pinched, twisting it beneath his fingers. He relished in the boy's moan, moving in to take it into his mouth for a few bites before pressing their lips harshly together, their tongues intertwining and fighting for dominance.

The man's hand tugged Sasuke's arms out of his sleeves and threw the shirt across the room. His hands then eagerly reached for Sasuke's hakama and slid it impatiently down and off his legs, revealing slender, muscled legs and detestable, loathsome boxers, protecting the little modesty the boy had left.

I'll have to fix that, Deidara thought smugly to himself as he slurped and sucked on Sasuke's neck like a leech, thrilled to know he'd leave yet another mark on his body, to signify the boy was his, his and no other's. His hand lightly traced the mine on his boy's lower abdomen as he bent down to lick at Sasuke's inner thighs, smirking as he heard the boy's breath hitch in his throat.

While one of Deidara's hands was pressing on Sasuke's inner thigh, keeping his legs spread wide and vulnerable, the other slipped inside the boy's boxers to cup the boy's perfect, delectable ass. The fingers soon wandered, though, quivering with lust as they reached Sasuke's entrance. Deidara leaned toward Sasuke's ear and said hoarsely, "I'm going to fuck you so hard blood will leak out of your ass and you won't be able to walk for a month."

Sasuke was shuddering, moaning headily as Deidara played with the ring around his hole, the man trembling in delight. After another moment, he shoved two fingers inside, pushing them in as far as they would go.

Sasuke squeaked and bucked underneath him, his back arching off the bed. Goddamn he was so tight. Deidara scissored his fingers experimentally inside Sasuke and the boy immediately let out a groan, his eyes glued shut and mouth absently hanging open. Deidara grunted in pure, unadulterated lust as he felt the boy's muscles contract around his fingers, the beautiful body sculpted perfectly around him as if Deidara was meant to be inside him. Gods, thank you so fucking much for letting me have this. Deidara groaned loudly.

And there it was. Sasuke's eyes flew open as the high-pitched, raspy groan emitted from Deidara's mouth, his voice so guttural it almost sounded like he was suffocating.

The recollections suddenly flooded back in a rapid flurry, Sasuke's head pitching back into the mattress as he remembered and connected those unspeakable, horrid dots. He remembered how Deidara either wore a black mask or made Sasuke wear a dirty blindfold, how he'd had purposely denied him the preparation he was giving him now, instead violently shoving his dick inside him without care or warning. He remembered how violated he felt, how ashamed he'd been that his body had responded. It had been a long time, years ago, but he remembered.

Oh, gods, he remembered.

Now Sasuke felt nauseous, his stomach churning as Deidara increased the pressure of his ministrations. He was freely fucking around with his rapist for the sole purpose of determining whether or not he was his rapist.

How fucked up was he?

He didn't want to do this anymore; hell, there was no more reason for him to stay, he just wanted to get away, get away from the light touches and strong thrusts and promises of being fucked hard into the mattress.

Deidara groaned loudly as he slipped in another finger, and suddenly the door was being flung open from outside the room, both Deidara and Sasuke throwing their heads in the direction of the disturbance.

The wayward door had slammed into the wall, leaving a jagged crack in its wake. Itachi stepped into the room, his expression lethal and eyes blood red.

Deidara tried scrambling off the bed, but his fingers were stuck beneath Sasuke's body in his entrance, and the boy hissed as the man stretched it further.

Itachi is taking loud, fast steps toward the bed now, and Deidara was trembling and fully drenched in sweat by the time the man stopped at the edge of the bed, grabbing Deidara by the collar and heaving him up.

Sasuke grunted as Deidara's slick fingers were forcibly removed from his body with a loud pop, his body rolling sideways from his brother's strength.

Itachi ground his teeth together, the crunching of bone loud in the suddenly tense, too quiet room. His eyebrows were in a sharp "V", his eyes menacing and cold.

He lifted Deidara off his feet, his enraged face centimeters from Deidara's frightened one. "You slimy, repulsive bastard. I thought we were in agreement," Itachi hissed, shaking Deidara violently, "That you don't touch my brother."

Deidara cowered, bringing his arms to shield his face. "I'm sorry, Itachi-san, I-I'm sorry, but I swear it was Sasuke-chan this time, I swear. H-he was leading me on; h-he wanted it, damn it," he shrieked, looking like he was about to burst.

Sasuke said nothing, wincing as he leaned up in his seat on the bed. He shivered, the cold hitting his bare skin.

Itachi tightened his grip on Deidara's collar and heaved, throwing the man into the wall. Deidara howled as his shoulder and hip connected directly with the cement wall. Crumpled on the floor, the man's boner was bulging against the Akatsuki cloak, prominent from his position on the floor.

Itachi looked down at the broken man, his eyes destructive and blood red. "Leave us."

Deidara stuttered, "B-But…"

"Now." His voice left no room for argument,

Deidara got to his feet and scrambled to the door, being sure to close it behind him, his heavy footsteps echoing loudly down the hall.

Itachi finally turned to Sasuke, seeing the still bound, half-naked, shivering boy sitting forlornly on the mattress, eyes downcast.

Itachi's heart broke, and his penetrating expression withered into grief, his eyes sad as he looked down at his dejected baby brother.

Itachi walked slowly toward Sasuke and sat beside him, the boy flinching at his close proximity.

"Sasuke…" Itachi swallowed, and the boy in front of him bowed his head lower, letting his raven hair hide his face. Like he was handling a small bird, the older man gripped Sasuke's chin, gently bringing the deep, soulful eyes to look into his own. "Did you truly desire to make love to him?" No response. "Please, Sasuke, I wish to understand."

Did Sasuke want to fuck Deidara? He'd done it all deliberately, knew what it'd come to, and, technically, it played out exactly as he had intended. Maybe that made Sasuke a slut; maybe he really did want to fuck the man.

"Why?" Itachi begged, and Sasuke was certain he'd never heard so much emotion in his brother's voice before.

Itachi watched Sasuke silently, the boy's expression so sad it nearly brought tears to Itachi's eyes.

But then Sasuke blinked, taking his face out of Itachi's clutch and shrugging, attempting nonchalance. "It's just sex." Sasuke made to stand from the bed.

Itachi's mind suddenly blanked, and he put a strong hand to Sasuke's chest to keep him planted on the mattress. Sasuke's reluctance was palpable but, surprisingly, he didn't fight it, instead taking his seat back on the bed.

"What?" The older man seemed at a loss for words. "Otouto," he began. "You're…you're fifteen, you can't possibly suggest…" Sasuke's lack of response did seem to suggest something though, and Itachi paled and his fists clenched and his breathing grew shallow and desperate. "No…no…"

"You make all these drastic efforts to save me." Sasuke paused, "And, yet, you don't even know if I need to be saved."

"Besides," Sasuke continued. "I had to figure out if Deidara was the one that…" Sasuke stopped abruptly, realizing he'd gone too far. Never in his life had he discussed what had happened to him, what had happened so long ago but still clung to his memory like a toxic parasite. Was he ready for such an intimate confession?

"What?" Itachi asked harshly, gripping onto Sasuke's shoulder like a lifeline. "What did he do?"

Sasuke seemed to cower under the punitive tone, and Itachi immediately softened his grip on his shoulder and spoke gently, reassuringly. "Sasuke, I want to help you. Please…"

Sasuke shook his head, instead releasing his arm from Itachi's grip and yanking his hakama off the floor. The room was chilly, and Sasuke's body shivered as more goosebumps arose on his skin. He slipped the pants on in silence, feeling Itachi's anxious gaze.

Sasuke ignored it, walking over to the corner of the room and scooping his shirt carelessly off the floor. He turned around, meeting Itachi's now frozen, stunned gaze, his eyes blazing with such a sudden, newly established intensity the boy took an instinctive step backward.

And he took another when Itachi stood from the bed, raging toward him like a bulldozer. The man gripped Sasuke's forearm fiercely and spun him around, his back facing him. Sasuke inhaled loudly.

Fuck.

Itachi breathed out, almost in awe. His fingers lightly and reverently traced the scars on Sasuke's back, as though the boy would break under any physical pain. They were innumerable, a myriad of crisscrosses hideously protruding from his pale, otherwise unblemished flesh. "Who…" he started, sounding terrified, but Sasuke interrupted.

"Doesn't matter. He's dead."

"But who?" Itachi hissed.

Sasuke's eyes shut tight and he screwed his palms into them. He didn't understand his reaction, but he soon found himself turning to face his brother, leaning into his warm body. He felt eased as Itachi wrapped his armed tightly around him, pulling him close.

"I assure you, brother," the younger Uchiha whispered into Itachi's collarbone, barely audible, "you do not wish to know."

Itachi's arms stiffened around him, but the man said nothing as he rested his chin in Sasuke's hair.

"I assure you, brother," Itachi began as he stroked strands of Sasuke's dark hair. "That you are very, very wrong."

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Hm, I think my chapters are getting gradually shorter as we progress through the story. Eesh. I apologize for that.

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