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Itachi watched as Sasuke lay oblivious on the large bed, a hand resting on his stomach with the other limp at his side. His left wrist was ripped free of skin where he'd pulled on the manacle. It was a grotesque sight to look upon, and Itachi couldn't stop the fierce chill of rage that swept through his entire being. Stealing his brother away from him, chaining him naked to the bed, using him for unspeakable monstrosities…just one of these things alone would be resolutely unforgivable, and that bastard Deidara had participated and carried out all of these.
He was going to pay dearly for this.
A thought occurred to Itachi then as he continued contemplating Deidara's death sentence. When Deidara had left Sasuke chained to the bed, did he have the intention of coming back, or had he planned to leave Sasuke there all along?
Itachi may never know, so he contented himself with the fact he'd successfully gotten his brother back in one piece. Albeit, he was mysteriously missing a few vital memories—maybe it was the horrific environment that caused his lapse in memory?—and he was dangerously misguided about Deidara's intentions but, right now, this was the best Itachi could've ever asked for.
The clothes Itachi had acquired for Sasuke had come from his own closet, and it was almost comedic to see Sasuke even wearing them. They were several sizes too big for the boy's lithe figure, and the sleeves and pant legs had to be folded back multiple times just to uncover his hands and feet.
Itachi's mouth twitched into a small smile, his eyes soft. Sasuke looked so peaceful when he slept, a kind of serenity he'd never been seen with while awake. It didn't seem fair, really, that his dreams held more satisfaction than reality.
Soon Sasuke was stirring, his eyelids flickering beneath the thinly veiled light from the window. He squinted, stretching his arms out before reality hit him with a sudden abruptness he almost fell off the bed.
"Hello," Itachi said lightly, concealing the undercurrents of apprehension beginning to rumble heavily in his stomach.
Sasuke reacted instantly, his eyes spinning to find the culprit, gaze surprised and angry.
"Who the hell are you?" Sasuke asked vehemently, "Where's Deidara?"
Itachi's eyes watched the boy, a tinge of hurt erupting in his chest. He still didn't recognize his own brother? "I don't understand," Itachi reluctantly admitted.
Sasuke scoffed, leaping off the bed to take a more defensive position, nearly tripping on the hem of his pants. Itachi merely watched with dumbfounded eyes, seemingly in a daze. The boy was guarding himself as though he expected an attack? By Itachi?
Something was wrong here. Very very wrong.
Finally, comprehension hit him like a fierce punch to the jugular, his façade simmering with barely contained rage. This wasn't some temporary lapse in memory from the horrific nature of his capture.
Deidara did this to him.
Itachi grit his teeth to the bastard that did this to his brother, but quickly smothered it. This was not the time.
He held his hands up in the air, the universal sign of surrender. "Listen, I know you're confused right now, Sasuke, but we're going to figure this out, okay? Now I need you to think back; did Deidara—."
The name immediately reminded Sasuke of his reason for staying, for taking the effort to talk to the man in front of him instead of dashing for escape.
"Where's Deidara? Where have you taken him?"
"Please, don't worry about that now, Sasuke—."
"Gah, stop saying using my name as if you know me, damn it," Sasuke spat harshly, his eyes suddenly flamed with anger. "All I want you to tell me is where Deidara is. Now."
Itachi reluctantly shook his head, his mind all the while wishing so desperately to give Sasuke what he wants. But, right now, Itachi conceded, what Sasuke wanted wasn't in his best interest, no matter how much Sasuke opposed him.
"Listen to me very carefully. Deidara isn't the person you think he is."
"I don't care what convoluted answered your mind is giving you, nor do I care about any misconceptions you have on Deidara's character," Sasuke hissed through clenched teeth, his breath uneven as his resentment grew. "Just tell me where he is."
Itachi decided to play a different card, crossing his arms over his chest. "If you wish to speak with Deidara, you must offer me something in return."
Sasuke's eyes immediately darkened, and no sooner had the words come out of Itachi's mouth was Sasuke closing the distance between them, one hand wrapped around Itachi's neck and the other resting on the small of his back. "Fine. You can fuck me free of charge as long as you take me to him after."
Itachi's heart suddenly stopped, and his eyes shone with murderous intent. Free of charge?
Itachi lashed out, pushing Sasuke away like he was the plaque. Instead, he raged forward, grabbing Sasuke by the collar of his shirt. "You mean Deidara sold you?"
Sasuke looked frightful, but nodded, as if it were common knowledge. "Of course. That's the least I could do for Dei-san; he treats me so well."
"So leaving you chained naked to the bed is 'treating you so well'?"
Apparently that wasn't the right thing to say as Sasuke's eyes began shimmering with unshed tears. "T-that was d-different."
"How so?" Itachi asked curtly, hoping his brother would at last recognize the motive behind his questioning.
A tear fell down his cheek, and Sasuke shook his head violently, as if shaking off all doubts he had about Deidara. "Just let me see him, please," he pleaded, voice cracked.
Itachi stared in disbelief. Sasuke, his strong little brother, begging? What did that damn Deidara do to him?
"Sasuke, why do you wish to see him so urgently?"
Sasuke didn't even look like he heard him, detaching Itachi's grip from his collar and swiftly closing what little space was left between them. Itachi was stunned into immobility as the younger man pressed a palm to his crotch and, with the other hand, forcibly turned Itachi around. Itachi was pushed onto the bed, toppled over by Sasuke's thinner form.
The boy immediately began pressing messy kisses on Itachi's neck, making exaggerated groans as a hand slid down the man's pants.
"N-no, Sasuke, stop," Itachi hissed out, frantically grabbing at his brother's thin wrist, removing the groping hand. With one swift move, he grabbed both Sasuke's wrists and flipped him over, confining him with his arms and legs. "Stop," he said again in a breathy voice, grimacing as Sasuke squirmed under his restraints.
The two holes in Sasuke's palms left from Orochimaru's assault were still visible and, if he had to admit to himself, a disturbing sight. Itachi hesitantly removed his grip from Sasuke's wrists, gently placing his hands on Sasuke's own.
The boy only looked away, his eyes glazed with tears. "Please, I-I just want to see Dei-san."
His brother's broken words tore at his heart, and Itachi gained even more resolve to determine how Sasuke had grown such a sudden deification for his kidnapper and rapist.
Itachi ground his teeth together harshly, but spoke as calmly as he could manage. "If I release you, will you stop…doing what you're doing?"
Sasuke nodded anxiously, sitting up when Itachi got off him and stood by the bed. Sasuke hurriedly wiped at his eyes, removing all evidence of his tears.
"Can I see Dei-san now?"
"No."
Sasuke breathed incredulously. "What the hell do I have to do before you'll tell me where he is? Go buy a pole so you can watch me hump it?"
Itachi flushed and closed his eyes tightly, swallowing as the bile rose in his throat. "No, that's not what I want at all."
"Then what?"
Itachi opened his eyes, watching with a pained gaze as Sasuke looked at him determinedly, appearing as though he was prepared to do anything, go to any lengths, to get to Deidara.
"Why," Itachi said with his head face down, his voice barely above a whisper, "Why do you wish to see him so badly?"
Sasuke looked surprised at the man's suddenly expressive face, so full of pain and conflict. Sasuke recovered quickly and looked away, deliberately ignoring him. "He's the only person that's ever loved me. No one could replace Dei-san."
Itachi let out a chuckle, not at all amused. "Love? Humor me, how exactly does Deidara show his love for you?"
Sasuke seemed stricken, but treaded on, relentless. "He doesn't just fuck me then throw me away like all my clients do. He always tends to my wounds when I get hurt because he doesn't like to see me suffering. Sure, he fucks me, too, that's expected." Sasuke's voice was desperate and impassioned. "But even so, he doesn't do it out of lust for my body; he wants us to be together forever, to create another bond that makes us inseparable. He loves me for who I am, not for the favors I can offer him."
Itachi clenched his teeth; he was finally beginning to understand, finally beginning to see…just how delusional his brother was. Whatever Deidara had drugged Sasuke with, it was doing its job, effectively blocking out all thoughts except those focused on that damn bastard.
"Do you remember what you were doing before becoming Deidara's slave?"
"I'm not his slave."
"Okay, okay," Itachi halfheartedly acknowledged. "Before you started having sex for money, what did you do?"
Sasuke looked suddenly unsure, toeing the ground awkwardly. "I…I don't know."
"And don't you think it's odd that you don't know?"
Sasuke swallowed, scratching his head absently. He searched Itachi's eyes. "I-I guess?"
"Yes," Itachi said, nodding, "Yes, it is." He took a deep breath, contemplating his next words. "The reason for this temporary memory loss is because…because Deidara drugged you." At Sasuke's disbelieving stare Itachi held up a hand, and Sasuke grudgingly held his tongue, allowing him to continue. "I know this seems farfetched, and I recognize your confusion, but Deidara drugged you because you refused to have sex with him. When you were younger, he…he raped you, and now…" Itachi clenched his fists tightly, trying to clear his eyes from the sudden glaze. "Now he's just finishing what he started."
Itachi quickly cleared his eyes of the tears, cursing himself for his moment of weakness when he saw Sasuke noticed them, his expression shocked.
Sasuke seemed to mentally shake off the visual, not allowing himself to back down no matter what the condition of his opponent was. "No offense, but I'm sure I know Dei-san better than you. I'm willing to kill and die for him; do you really think that I'd go so far for a man merely because I was drugged?"
Unbeknownst to Sasuke, Deidara was currently being held prisoner in the room at the very end of the hall, so close yet so far. Itachi twitched in anticipation. After they extracted all the necessary information out of him, he would personally ensure that Deidara does not escape the imprisonment alive.
But maybe Sasuke should see this man he idolized so much. Maybe Deidara will prove, merely by being himself, just how much of a selfish bastard he really is, that he never loved Sasuke, only his body.
Itachi contemplated this, then, after a moment, spoke. "We can test this theory." He held a hand out to Sasuke. "Shall I take you to Deidara?"
Sasuke jumped at the opportunity, allowing the man to lead him out of the room and down a long hall. The gray walls were vaguely familiar to him, but he couldn't recall such a dull color ever existing in any of the hideouts he'd stayed in with Deidara. Maybe he was just imagining things. Surely.
Itachi stopped at the end of the hall and, with a hand on the knob, he looked to Sasuke, his eyes searching. "Are you sure you want this?"
Sasuke nodded anxiously, and Itachi opened the door to the room, revealing more gray walls and a bound Deidara, his hands pulled behind him and feet strapped tightly to the chair. His mouth was covered by a long piece of tape, and his usually tidy hair was now in disarray, numerous strands of blonde sticking out of his ponytail.
Sasuke gasped in horror at the sight, this despicable cruelty Deidara was forced to endure. He pushed passed Itachi, reaching the bound man and kneeling in front of him.
"Dei-san…Oh god, look at what they've done to you," Sasuke said with genuine concern and disgust as he admired the cut going along Deidara's cheek and jaw. He pet the wound with light fingers before gliding his hand down to the piece of tape covering his mouth. He gently peeled it off, replacing the repulsive tape with his moist lips.
Deidara responded immediately to what was supposed to be a quick kiss, his tongue plunging into his mouth as he frantically searched out Sasuke's.
Sasuke allowed the man to have his relief. He thread his thin fingers through Deidara's hair, pushing his head forward to deepen the kiss. Deidara moaned headily and, after another moment, Sasuke broke the kiss, guilty when he saw Deidara trail after him, groaning at the loss of heat. Sasuke put both his hands on either side of the man's face, looking desperately into Deidara's eyes. "What have they done to you, Dei-san? Why are you here?"
Deidara was panting from his previous ministrations but sneered heartily, jerking his head at the enraged, appalled Itachi behind Sasuke. "It's all because of him."
Itachi didn't respond, eyes focused on Sasuke. "He's not who you think he is, Sasuke."
Sasuke turned his gaze back to Deidara, voice low and curious. "Who is that man?"
Deidara's heated stare never left Itachi's form. "That bastard is Itachi, the biggest bastard in the history of bastards."
The name sent a spark of familiarity through Sasuke and, for a moment, he could briefly remember sitting peacefully beside a man eerily akin to Itachi. They were in a beautiful field of grass, a meadow of sorts as they contentedly watched the sun lower in the vast sky.
As soon as the memory appeared it just as soon vanished, and Sasuke shook his head fervently, dazed. What was wrong with him? Having happy daydreams about the man he was going to kill was not something his mind should be doing.
Wait…he was going to kill Itachi?
Sasuke squinted his eyes in deep thought. Sure, the man was really fucking pissing him off, and he deserved some serious repercussions for hurting Dei-san like this, but he'd never killed a man before, didn't know how to implement such a wicked deed.
Sasuke mentally shrugged. He could only conclude it was his imagination playing tricks on him again.
While Deidara was murderously watching Itachi, Itachi watched only Sasuke, noting the numerous emotions that crossed his face in the span of only a few seconds.
"Sasuke." Sasuke's head flew up, his gaze meetings Itachi's. "I am your brother."
Sasuke's eyes went wide, shocked. Deidara immediately began fighting frantically with his manacles. "Yeah fucking right. Sasuke would be able to remember if he had a fucking brother." Deidara turned to Sasuke, reprimanding him. "Well don't just sit there, boy, untie me!"
Sasuke knelt there, stunned for another moment before finally rocking into motion, reaching for the secured foot in front of him, untying the rope from the chair leg.
Freed from the restraint, the foot immediately found it's way to Sasuke's crotch, pressing hard into the material of his pants. Sasuke gasped at the unexpected intrusion as the foot slid along the underside, the toes playing with his ass while the ankle rubbed enthusiastically against his balls. Sasuke didn't pull away, allowing the ministrations in silence. Deidara had been without sexual gratification for quite a while; of course he needed Sasuke.
Itachi suddenly appeared behind Sasuke with a murderous gaze, grabbing a hold of his forearm and violently pulling him backwards, out of Deidara's reach.
Deidara immediately reacted. "Don't take my boy away from me," he shouted hysterically, throwing his leg out in desperation. "Sasuke, get back here now."
As if on command, Sasuke immediately moved toward the older man, but the hand reappeared on his arm, keeping him firmly in place. Sasuke tried shrugging it off uselessly. "Let go, Dei-san needs me."
Itachi knelt behind Sasuke, leaning toward him. "Sasuke, don't you understand? He doesn't love you. He's only using you."
"You don't know that," Sasuke said gruffly, pulling at his arm again. Still futile, Sasuke huffed. "Please…" Sasuke pleaded, head down, his voice so soft it was barely heard. "Dei-san doesn't deserve this."
Itachi raised an eyebrow. "Doesn't deserve what? Being denied a sex toy?" Itachi flushed at his own blunt, disgusting words, but Sasuke didn't seem to think much of it, probably common vocabulary for him. That only pissed Itachi off more.
Suddenly, Itachi stood, his hard gaze never leaving Deidara. "Deidara," he began, voice playing with the emotions of rage. "I think it's time you told Sasuke your true intent and what exactly he means to you." Itachi's eyes narrowed. "You owe him that much."
Deidara scoffed, smiling ruthlessly. "I have never once deceived Sasuke. He knows exactly where he stands." Deidara chuckled loudly, the mocking laughs echoing off the walls. "He knows he's nothing but a toy. That's why he stays; it's because he wants to be played with." Deidara's mouth twitched in amusement, gaze on Sasuke. "Isn't that right, pretty boy?"
Sasuke's eyes were wide and screaming of betrayal. He swallowed audibly, as if trying to swallow down the sudden empty feeling he felt spreading through him like a virus, and his eyes were thick with tears. "You…what…just a, just a…" A tear escaped, trailing lightly down his cheek. "You don't love me?"
Another piercing laugh filled the room, and it only now appeared that Deidara was turning utterly mad. "Love you? You foolish, foolish boy. I don't love you, I only love fucking you."
Sasuke flinched violently, shaking his head in denial. "N-no, no." He could feel his wall begin to crack, crumble under the depreciating, horrible truths that spewed from Deidara's mouth. Could he be serious? Did he never truly love Sasuke, despite his fervent declarations during passionate sex? Or maybe it was because they were having sex that he ever said it at all.
Itachi was suddenly bringing Sasuke to his feet, leading him to the door. "He doesn't need to listen to this anymore," Itachi hissed, his words biting.
Deidara laughed gallingly as the pair passed them. "You can't stop it, Itachi! Sasuke loves me and only me. For as long as that drug runs through his veins, that boy will be forever praising my body."
Sasuke's heart stopped, and his feet froze as he turned to meet Deidara's crazed eyes. Drugs? So what Itachi had been saying was true. With all of his being, Sasuke had denied it, denied all possibilities of Deidara ever doing something so cruel, much less to the person he supposedly loved.
But, if Deidara himself said it, how could it not be true?
Tears continued flowing out of Sasuke's eyes, and Deidara seemed to be getting enjoyment out of it.
"Come over here, boy," Deidara beckoned, eyes craving. "Come satisfy me."
Sasuke's face contorted in conflicting agony. Despite everything Deidara had done, all the horrible confessions he'd admitted to, why did Sasuke still want to satisfy him?
But Deidara didn't love him, only loved fucking him.
Before he could think through his decision, Sasuke took the necessary steps forward until he was directly in front of the man. With a movement that felt almost awkward to his body, he lifted his arm and punched Deidara in the face, his knuckles colliding with the scratch on his cheek and jaw.
Deidara gasped in surprise, his cheek burning under the unsteady blow. Had his boy just…punched him?
Sasuke was panting, surprised and staring at his hand as if it didn't belong to him. Itachi walked forward, turning Sasuke around and urging him back to the door. Deidara wheezed with unreserved anger, his eyes flared at such an intolerable betrayal. "You dare walk away from me, boy? You leave me and I'll find you, I'll fuck you so hard you'll never be able to walk away from me again unless you get back here right now!" Deidara watched with boundless fury as they kept their backs to him, Itachi leading a willing, if unsteady, Sasuke toward the exit.
"Do not defy me!"
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I feel like this was a slightly abrupt ending, and I apologize for that. Hopefully, the next update will be better executed.
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