Alright, so bad news. I'm sure you're all wondering why it has taken my several eternities to update this story, and I assure you I have a fairly reasonable explanation. I broke my hand. GAH, it's so annoying,too. Thankfully it wasn't my left hand, my dominant hand, but typing is still ridiculously tedious and slightly agonizing.
Bah, woe is me.

But anyway, down to the REAL business. Due to the evenly divided conflict on the existence of either Uchihacest or solely brotherly love (the poll was actually more in favor of Uchihacest but I based it off PMs and reviews, as well), I've determined a hopefully proper compromise. There WILL be Uchihacest, meaning there WILL be sexual intimacies between the two Uchihas. However, while this is the case, it will not exist beyond the limited occurrences I deem necessary. I will create a warning both before and after so you can easily skip it as you please.

^So basically there won't be any references to the incestual exotic affections outside of said incestual exotic affections. Hopefully this will allow non-Uchihacest lovers to read it as though they were nothing but brothers.

I really hope this works out in everyone's favor and, if it doesn't, or you'd like something changed, feel free to let me know. I do nothing but serve.

Enjoy!

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"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."

Sasuke said nothing, and Itachi shifted under the slim boy, using a hand to lightly bring his brother to meet his gaze. The boy did so reluctantly, looking into the caring eyes before him.

[Sooo…Uchihacest (Well that was fast)]

Itachi barely leaned forward, his gaze intense as it trailed down to watch his brother hesitantly lick his lips. Itachi swallowed, the moisture on the pink lips glistening and headily enticing. How could a boy be so beautiful...

With no predetermined intention of doing so, his head dipped forward, closer to that flawless skin, those beautiful eyes and pretty plump lips, so close they were soon but inches apart.

Sasuke hadn't moved, merely watched Itachi with an expression just as fierce. Itachi slipped a hand to lightly grasp the boy's dark hair and closed the gap between them, the kiss soft and composed as the lips pressed together.

Itachi prodded his tongue against Sasuke's lips, silently requesting entrance, and Sasuke immediately opened that beautiful cavern, allowing their tongues to interact and mingle, the organs nearly fusing together in their proximity.

After a long moment, the kiss grew in passion and Sasuke moaned lightly, Itachi's grip on his brother's hair tighter as he worked to gain more entrance into the warm cavern.

Itachi withdrew his tongue from the mouth and traveled to Sasuke's jaw and the nape of his neck, sucking on the smooth skin.

With one hand in the silky black hair, Itachi slipped his other hand to the slit in his brother's shirt, swiping a hand across the smooth expanse of skin.

"Did Orochimaru make you wear this?" Itachi asked huskily.

Sasuke gripped the back of the Akatsuki cloak, his grip tight and eyes shut as he focused on the ministrations on his neck. "Y-yes."

Itachi hissed, biting down on the neck harder than he'd intended. Sasuke groaned, and Itachi stopped suctioning the neck to go back to working on the boy's mouth, once again intermingling the tongues and moving them to an unknown, fast-pace rhythm. Itachi moaned, the curious hand that was trailing along his chest pinching and twisting at a fleshy nipple.

"Gods, you're so beautiful," Itachi said into the boy's mouth, removing Sasuke's shirt. He hastily threw it across the room, pushing his brother to lie flat on the bed. The boy did so obediently, watching with dilated eyes as Itachi immediately joined him, his larger body overcoming Sasuke's. He sucked on both nipples, and Sasuke's back arched into the moist, vibrant mouth.

Itachi's excited hand continued to wander aimlessly, sliding down the muscular stomach and dipping a finger into his navel. After a moment of play, the journey continued until it rested lightly on the bulge at the front of Sasuke's pants.

Sasuke gasped, eyes shut tight as his hips arched off the bed without permission, into his brother's hand.

What if this reminded his brother of his rape?

"You are okay with this, little brother?" Itachi asked, hesitant if the boy wanted to stop. Despite his own painful erection, he'd stop for his brother.

He'd do anything for his brother.

Sasuke nodded, eyes still closed tight and breathing labored. "Gods, yes. Do it."

After another moment of stalling to ensure the accuracy of Sasuke's words, Itachi gripped the waistband of the hakama and slid it off Sasuke's slender legs. He bent down to lightly kiss Sasuke's boxer-clad bulge and, after savoring Sasuke's moan, took the boxers in his hand, doing the same to them as he did the hakama.

Itachi sat there wide-eyed in awe as he stared at his baby brother's body. Sasuke blushed profusely, seeming to squirm at the intense scrutiny, but Itachi put a hand to the boy's thigh, quelling the resistance. He continued the reverent appraisal, unable to stop himself from admiring every facet of Sasuke's body; the flushed face, dark eyes, disheveled hair, the curves of his hips, his muscular arms and legs, his tight, thin stomach, his long, hooked erection. He had never believed in one's capability of perfection, but this…

There was no doubt about it. His brother was perfect.

Itachi removed his clothes in a lustful daze, barely focused on his task as he pushed them aside and rested his naked body back on top of Sasuke's.

He was allowed to have this. His brother was perfect, and he could have him.

Itachi could barely control his excitement, giving his brother a messy kiss before flipping him proficiently onto his back.

"Mmm," Itachi hummed into Sasuke's ear as he rubbed against the smaller boy, the friction produced intoxicating both Uchihas beyond comprehension.

Sasuke hissed, arching his back. "Gods, Itachi, I can't wait any longer; just do it."

Itachi lined himself up and, after a breathless moment, lunged, thrusting his erection into his brother's tight heat, moaning as he was suddenly engulfed in pure fucking perfection. Itachi should've known. His brother was perfect inside and out.

He rocked them back and forth along the sheets, each thrust sending intense pleasure through both Uchihas. They moaned nearly in sync with each other, both muscular bodies slick with sweat as their pants grew louder, closer to climax.

Itachi finished with a loud moan, his head thrown back in complete ecstasy. He rode it out, grinding a few more times into his brother before collapsing on top of him. He panted, running his fingers through his brother's beautiful hair.

Sasuke moaned, having climaxed as well. "I-Itachi…" He inhaled. "You're so perfect."

Itachi dipped his head to fit in the nape of Sasuke's slender neck, shaking his head in disagreement. "No, little brother. There is only one truly perfect being in this world." He nipped lightly at the thin skin before him, his teeth glazing through like butter. "And that's you."

[Uchihacest ends here. Commence reading.]

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He felt himself being flipped ruthlessly onto his back, the culprit pressing impossibly hard onto his back, thighs, and ass. One of the hands mockingly trailed up and down the scars on his back, sending constant shivers through Sasuke's small body.

The man whispered sickeningly into Sasuke's ear, "You wanna know how you ended up here, pretty boy? I'm sure it's been nagging at you for months." He licked Sasuke's ear.

Months? Sasuke has been here for months? Surely not. But…it felt like it, it felt like forever that he'd been chained to this dirty, stained bed. Maybe the man was being honest. After all, the man never told Sasuke the truth unless it benefited him.

The man sucked on Sasuke's earlobe, his tongue lapping up every inch of flesh. He leaned even further, whispering almost inaudible into the boy's ear.

Sasuke's eyes snapped open, and he squirmed wildly in the evil man's grasp, crying out, "You're lying."

The man laughed manically, "You wish I was lying." Sasuke cried out in rage before hissing loudly, a mocking finger trailing lower down his back and plunging into his entrance, sickeningly twirling around his still aching ring of flesh. The man hadn't prepared him the first time he'd taken his body; Sasuke remembered that distinctly. Instead, he'd intentionally plunged into him mercilessly, leaving the boy bloody and writhing in agony as he pleaded for the cruel man to stop.

But now was no better. If anything, it had gotten worse, so much worse. Sasuke recognized now that escape was impossible. This horrible, repulsive man could have him as long as he pleased, and Sasuke could do nothing about it. Sasuke sighed, the sigh slowly turning into a pained groan as the man plunged two fingers into his entrance.

There was no potential for escape when the man was muscular and strong while he was small and weak. Maybe if he'd been more like his brother, like Father always wanted, it wouldn't have ended like this.

His body might still have belonged to him.

The man's fingers pulled out of his body with a loud slurping noise, and Sasuke gasped, but he didn't allow himself to feel relief. Instead, all his muscles tensed, knowing what was going to happen next but unsure of when. The blindfold was held tight across his eyes, and he had not even the slightest of hope of being able to see around it.

Then there was nothing but indescribable pain as his ass was nearly torn in half, the plunging cock pulling and tearing at his insides. Sasuke screamed, tears forming in his eyes as the thrusts came in fast and hard, shoving his body and face against the dirtied sheets.

It felt like forever that he was in that horrid position, barely able to breathe passed the cloth of the sheets. It felt like forever but, maybe it was. He had no potential of escape and, even if escape was somehow achieved, he'd never heal, not from this. He'd always be a broken, damaged toy, no longer of use to the world.

Maybe this abuse was his forever.

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Sasuke's eyes snapped open, gaze wide and alert as he immediately searched his surroundings. His breath came in hard pants, and it took him several moments to realize it'd been a dream.

A horrid, bloodcurdling dream.

Sasuke looked around the only vaguely familiar walls, sighing as he rubbed palms ruthlessly into his eyes. How did he get himself into this horrible position? If Orochimaru hadn't have tried anything on him Sasuke probably wouldn't have even killed the bastard. Yeah, he got those leery looks pretty regularly, but those he could easily ignore and dismiss. After all, they weren't actually touching him, right?

He made to open his eyes again when he looked down to realize warm arms wrapped around his waist from behind. Confused, he looked over his shoulder to see his brother watching him with calm eyes, as if he'd been keeping vigil all night.

And he probably was. After Sasuke had denied his brother about what had happened to him, Itachi seemed to take it personally, from then on silently vowing to look over his Sasuke as he should have done all along.

Sasuke smiled lightly. He regretted getting captured by the Akatsuki, but having Itachi there definitely made everything more bearable. There used to be times where he felt absolutely nothing, didn't even give a damn if he lived or died. Now, though, it felt like he was coming back to life, like he finally cared again.

Sasuke wasn't too sure what to think of it. For years, Sasuke had been alone and without aid; he'd grown independent, self-reliant, and strong. After all that's happened to him, did he still need help?

"Did you sleep well?" Itachi asked quietly, his breath lightly tickling the nape of Sasuke's neck.

"It could've been better," he admitted. He knew better than to think Itachi wouldn't know better. "Sleep at all?"

Sasuke could hear the smirk in Itachi's voice. "No."

Sasuke sighed, "Dumb bastard," before tediously flipping his body over without the proper use of his hands to face Itachi.

Itachi didn't react, just watched Sasuke with a sad expression. He reached a hesitant hand to Sasuke's face, as if worried he'd hurt him as a finger barely traced along the boy's jaw. "You've grown so much, little brother."

Itachi's eyes grew more pained, and Sasuke could tell Itachi was thinking about all the secrets he was keeping from him.

Sasuke's heart felt a sudden pang of guilt. It's not like he deliberately pushed Itachi away. He felt bad for not telling him, he did, but…Sasuke's eyes squeezed shut for the barest of moments before opening again. What would Itachi think if he told him the truth? Gods, he'd hate him. He'd think Sasuke was just as dirty and revolting and wicked as Deidara and leave him again.

Itachi's finger had stopped moving on Sasuke's temple, watching the boy with keen, maddeningly probing eyes.

Sasuke looked away, staring passed the man's head at the dull, gray wall. How could he possibly make it up to his brother? How could he tell Itachi what happened to him without getting thrown out on his ass for being so disgusting?

"Itachi, I…" Sasuke swallowed, looked down and saw his palms sweaty, and discreetly wiped them on his hakama in hopes of hiding the evidence. He didn't doubt Itachi saw it, though. "Itachi…" he began again. "After you, after you…killed everyone..." Sasuke took a deep breath, pausing as Itachi twitched violently, his mouth set in a grim line. Sasuke continued, "I was so broken. I-I didn't know what to do. I was in the middle of the road, the same road we'd always take together to buy tomatoes from that nice merchant."

Sasuke was lost in a gentle reverie; not of his shame, but of the days when he and his brother were true brothers, friends. They'd spend time together, not as much as Sasuke would have liked, of course, but he understood the significant roles his brother carried, and tried not to intervene when it could be helped.

Itachi purposefully traced a finger along Sasuke's wrist, breaking the daze. The ghost of a smile that had been on the boy's face was gone, back in the haunting memory of his nightmare.

"Deidara found me that day. He said he'd been watching me, been waiting for the moment he could finally take me." And take me he did, Sasuke thought bitterly. "He was too strong for me; he knocked me out and I woke up in some abandoned, puny-ass room," he said, sneering near the end. "And that's all you need to know."

A tight grip grasped Sasuke's forearm and he suppressed a grimace, looking up to see Itachi's hard, almost desperate eyes.

"Tell me."

"Goddamn it, Itachi," Sasuke suddenly hissed with bared teeth. "Don't you think there's a reason I'm not telling you? Maybe I don't want anyone to know."

Itachi's eyes grew dark and desolate for a moment but Sasuke waited no more, forcibly removing his arm from his brother's clutch and throwing his legs off the bed. He maneuvered toward the door quickly and efficiently, his steps powered by pure adrenaline.

And, if he'd been able to use chakra to enhance his speed like Itachi, he probably would've made it.

As it was, Itachi arrived at the door a moment before Sasuke, baring his way. Sasuke sneered, pushing against Itachi's chest angrily with his fists. Why did his brother have to care? Care enough to want to know all his dark secrets?

Itachi grabbed Sasuke's wrists then crushed the smaller boy's body to his chest, wrapping his arms around his torso. The raven-haired boy didn't fight, what little energy he had had to spare nonexistent.

The fight gone from him, Sasuke whispered, barely audible, "Why can't you just let it go?"

Sasuke felt as Itachi tensed, and he almost felt guilty for consistently pushing his brother away.

Itachi didn't say anything for several minutes, and Sasuke was beginning to wonder if he even knew the answer.

Itachi's hand had trailed to Sasuke's hair, idly playing with a few dark strands. "Sasuke…" He began, not stopping his ministrations. "I…I know it is difficult for you to admit to," Itachi tensed again, his voice hard, "being violated." He cleared his throat, "However…maybe, maybe it would be easier if you just answered a few questions, instead of having to mentally go through the whole story again. Could you do that for me?"

Sasuke sighed nearly imperceptibly. His brother truly wanted to know what had happened. This feeling…this odd feeling of being loved was so foreign to Sasuke; he didn't know how to react to it.

Sasuke nodded into Itachi's chest. "Okay."

"Did Deidara rape you?"

Another nod.

Silence was Itachi's response, but Sasuke could still feel the tremors of rage coursing through his brother's body against his own.

"Once?"

Sasuke shook his head against the Akatsuki cloak.

"Twice?"

Another shake.

"Damn it, how many?" Itachi asked, his voice unexpectedly sharp and fierce.

Sasuke shivered at the harshness, but now knew better than to think Itachi would intentionally hurt him. How they'd gotten from wanting to kill each other to being best friends was totally beyond Sasuke.

Or maybe it was only Sasuke that wanting to do the killing.

"I don't know," Sasuke said quietly, honestly, "I lost count. He used me until I was ten."

In a blur of motion, Itachi was suddenly holding Sasuke at arm's length, his hands fisted tight on the boy's forearms, his eyes bloody and menacing. Sasuke tried not to cringe as Itachi looked at him with pure animosity, a level of rage he'd never seen in his brother before.

"W…Wh…" the older man was speechless, his red eyes staring into Sasuke's onyx ones with horribly concealed wrath and shock.

And then the man was recovering from the shock, a tremendous rage taking over as he turned away from Sasuke and thrust the door open. With a lunge, Itachi violently threw himself into the hall, ignoring Sasuke's "stop".

Sasuke ran after him, his blood pumping loudly through his veins. Finally, Itachi stopped at an intersection in the hallway, wondering which way Deidara would be located, and that was all Sasuke needed to throw himself bodily onto his brother, tumbling them both to the ground.

Itachi didn't put up a fight against his brother and Sasuke crushed him beneath his slim body, pounding his fist into Itachi's chest, his eyes bright with anger. "Really, Itachi? Are you so foolish that'd you go after Deidara without considering the consequences?"

Itachi sneered. "Any repercussions would be of little consequence. He hurt you."

"Shut up," Sasuke hissed with just as much fervor. "How do you think the other Akatsuki would react to you killing one of your own? One of their own?" Sasuke's eyes stung with tears, his mouth forming a grimace, his gaze melancholy. "Ever since mother and father's deaths I've never felt safe before. Please…" Sasuke's eyes begged. "Please, don't take it away from me. Not again."

Itachi seemed choked at his words, shocked into silence. He stared into Sasuke's onyx, damp eyes and suddenly Itachi's own gaze was growing blurred and hazy. He felt a sob escape his lips and he crushed Sasuke into his chest, barely able to understand the soothing words he whispered into his baby brother's ear.

Maybe he could finally be the brother he was supposed to be.

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Alright, Chapter 4 is at last finished, released to the public and, hopefully, read. Sorry it was so short, even shorter for the non-Uchihcest lovers. I'm having a bit of trouble collaborating all the requests and still having the story make at least some sense. It's quite a fascinating predicament, actually. Hopefully my next update won't take a bajillion and seven years but, if it does, hopefully you'll understand why. Lol.

Despite the difficulties, though,, if you have more requests just keep throwing them in my face. People always say they only accept criticism that is constructive, but I accept all comments quite readily.

And despite my slight injury, I shall make every attempt to get started on the next chapter. Sorry about this. :/

Thanks for reading! I'll see your souls later!