Here we are!
Just as a warning, things get fairly graphic in this chapter. Just to prepare you a bit.
Hope you enjoy!
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"Are these your clothes?"
Sasuke was holding up his engulfed hand, the Akatsuki cloak material hanging off his hand and droopy toward the ground. "Sheesh, you're not that much bigger than me."
Itachi offered an amused smile. "I'm afraid, little brother, that we are as similar in size as you think," he said, eyeing the boy's lithe, but muscular body.
Sasuke seemed thoroughly disbelieving. "What? How much do you weigh?"
Itachi gave a contemplating look as he knelt down and reached under his bed. "Last I checked? 190."
Sasuke's cheeks turned a light pink, and immediately repositioned himself on the bed, the cloak engulfing his smaller body. Maybe they weren't as close as he'd thought.
"Pack up your belongings, little brother. It's time to go."
Sasuke sat up at that, curious as Itachi pulled a suitcase from beneath the bed.
It had only been two days since Deidara had drunkenly admitted to drugging Sasuke, admitted that he never loved Sasuke despite his desperate struggles to please him. It still hurt, and it was an ache Sasuke had yet to fully heal from, a branded hole in his heart.
But it was a hole that was progressively recovering, scabbing over to soon create a nice, barely visible scar. Maybe when Sasuke remembered the real Deidara, the Deidara that had raped him when he was a kid, the Deidara that played with him like a whore and sold his body for money, he'd recognize what a foolish attempt it had been to try and make the man love him.
Sasuke watched peculiarly as Itachi gathered the other contents from beneath his bed, placing them all onto a neat pile on the mattress. "Are we going somewhere?"
Itachi stood, dusting the imaginary dust from his black pants. "Yes, actually. I'm concerned staying here will only hinder your memories from recovering." Itachi's expression was grim. "This place doesn't exactly have the greatest of memories for you."
Sasuke licked his lips, absently wondering what had happened here. However, now that the topic was broached, Sasuke didn't feel quite as intrusive by asking, "What is this place exactly?" It had to be a hideout of some sort, based on the vastness of the building and that there was only one exit. If whoever stayed here was going to be attacked, there was only one entrance the assailants could take.
Itachi seemed reluctant to answer but, at the same time, probably felt obliged to answer all Sasuke's questions. What if one answer brought back several other memories in the process?
"This is an Akatsuki base. The Akatsuki is an organization created and focused on gaining power and superiority over others. They are currently in search of beings called Jinchuurikis to add to that foundation of power."
Sasuke pondered it for a moment. "And you're a member of this organization?"
Itachi was standing at the small chest; he opened one of the drawers, taking out a framed picture and admiring it reverently. "I used to be," he said softly, putting a finger along the glass.
After another moment, he turned, handing the photo to Sasuke.
It looked like a younger version of both of them, Sasuke short and puny and Itachi thinner and lacking the muscle he now had in abundance. They were in a field, and Sasuke's short, bony arms were wrapped loosely around Itachi's neck. Itachi's hands gripped the underside of his knees securely, giving him a piggyback ride as they both smiled blissfully and happily, their teeth glistening a brilliant white.
Sasuke couldn't help but smile back at the two youths. They looked so happy together, and Sasuke wondered if it had always been like this before he lost his memories. Maybe they were the best of friends, that Itachi was waiting for his companion and brother to come back so they could continue where they left off, living happily and free of worries.
Sasuke felt a pang of guilt. He was at fault for making Itachi suffer this loss. He had obviously been too trusting of Deidara, ended up getting kidnapped, and now it was Itachi's job to pick up the pieces. Sasuke was stopping Itachi from living his own life because he'd taken the man's brother from him.
Sasuke gave the photo back. "Why'd you leave?"
Itachi looked him in the eyes now. "I decided taking care of my brother was more important than doing a few tedious chores for world domination."
The man's intense gaze never lessened, and some of Sasuke's painful self-reproach vanished as he flushed, looking away. He couldn't help the unexpected surge of exhilaration that ran through him, and he slid his butt off the bed and onto the floor, reaching under his own bed. "So is this considered an authorized retire or a hasty, hope-we-don't-get-caught mad escape?" Sasuke asked curiously as he promptly changed the subject.
Itachi chuckled lightly, expression finally back to normal. "Just a retire. Leader has accepted my decision to leave, so there will be no attempts on our lives for deserting them."
Sasuke nodded, glad to hear. He gathered all his clothing and placed them onto the bed. While Sasuke had been asleep, Itachi had sent one of his scouts to go to the most recent hideout Sasuke and Deidara had stayed in, ordering him to gather all of Sasuke's belongings. Regrettably, Sasuke had never owned clothes during his time with Deidara, and all the scout could have found was wads of cash, cigarettes, Deidara's clothes, and sex toys.
Whether Itachi found out about the sex toys or not was something Sasuke never hoped to know. Either way, after discovering Sasuke had no belongings Itachi had personally taken it upon himself to take him shopping. Three hours later and Sasuke had a truckload of clothes.
And, thankfully, as Sasuke discarded the Akatsuki cloak onto the bed, the shirt beneath it was not slutty and provocatively cut down the middle.
Putting newly bought items into a duffel bag, he hoisted it onto his shoulder, turning around to see Itachi already done, sitting and waiting patiently for Sasuke to finish.
They walked down the narrow hallway in companionable silence, both side-by-side and shoulders barely brushing. But something had been rattling around in Sasuke's head, troubling him for quite some time.
Sasuke cleared his throat. He shouldn't be a wimp about it; now was as good a time as any to ask. "What, uh, what is going to happen to Deidara?" His mind filled with dread. "Is he already dead?"
Itachi didn't seem to like the question, probably hoped he'd learned to hate the man as much as Itachi himself did. Sasuke's memories of the rape hadn't come back yet, though, and he still saw the man as nothing but his non-mutual ex-lover.
They continued down the hall. "I was hoping," Itachi began, hesitant, "You wouldn't mind if I killed him."
Sasuke's eyes widened in horror, and he gripped Itachi's forearm tightly, halting him in his steps. "Kill him? What…what the hell?" Was it possible? Could his brother really be a murderer? Did his previous self know about this?
Sasuke shook his head furiously. "No, I can't allow that. I refuse."
Itachi's face became expressive, displaying an emotion Sasuke couldn't clearly identify. "Try to look at this from myperspective, little brother. Deidara raped you and, on a whim, I didn't kill him. For you, I didn't kill him.
"Several years later, he takes you away again, pumping you with drugs so he can use you as nothing but a pliant toy, training you to comply with his filthy desires then placing you back on a rusty shelf when his needs are satisfied." Itachi took a step forward, eyes searing. "Sasuke. That man does not deserve to live."
That was the most Sasuke had heard Itachi say in one sitting, and he instantly felt both guilt and regret build up in his gut. Itachi's face was distorted in pain and something seriously bordering on desperation, his fist clenched inflexibly on his duffel bag.
Sasuke looked away. Itachi was getting so worked up, and because of him.
Sasuke wasn't sure what he wanted, wasn't sure if he was going to accept Itachi's heartfelt words.
But, suddenly, Sasuke's mind seemed to fall away, and his duffel bag slipped heedlessly off his shoulder, the resulting thud going unnoticed. His dazed eyes stared ahead as brilliant white appeared before his eyes, and the horror show began.
Sasuke was physically exhausted, and several scrapes and cuts were marring his skin, bright red against pale white. He didn't seem too aware of them, far too used to such injuries, and walked wordlessly down a long hall with lots of doors.
Reaching one of the many, he turned the knob, opening it to reveal the medical room where Kabuto was waiting with a practiced hand.
Sasuke merely sat at his usual spot on the long table, awaiting the man's healing techniques. Kabuto stood directly in front of him. "Hold your arm out."
Though not usually given this instruction, Sasuke did as he was told, not thinking too much of it as he stared intently at the white wall to his left. This room was so deficient of color. It was as if everything in the room was bleached white, the numerous jars, walls, floor, ceiling, and medical appliances all white or various shades of grey.
Sasuke felt something sharp press into the crook of his elbow, and he looked down to see the long needle of a syringe dipping under his skin, a bright purple fluid inside.
Sasuke stared at it, dumbfounded, immediately seeking out Kabuto's gaze. "What the hell is this?" he asked gruffly.
Kabuto didn't directly respond, but his previously blank expression was warped into something amused and sadistic—as though, now that the topic had been broached, he could no longer contain his enthusiasm.
That was enough for Sasuke as he yanked his arm away from the older man's grasp, violently detaching the needle from his arm.
Kabuto was both surprised and horribly displeased, and Sasuke leapt off the table, barely evading the man's swift lunge of a kunai as he sliced air.
Sasuke didn't allow him another attack, instead taking one of his own kunai and propelling it across the room. Kabuto was still in mid-attack when the weapon was flying toward him, and was unable to entirely avoid the sharp edge.
Instead of receiving it in the heart, Sasuke's intention, the kunai plunged into the right side of his chest.
Sasuke had been intending to kill Kabuto, finish the man off for whatever vindictive deed he had been trying to accomplish. But, before he could take another kunai from his belt, he suddenly felt woozy, his feet drifting drunkenly as he lost purchase with the floor. The world felt like it was spinning out of its usual rotation, out of control, and suddenly it was extremely difficult to just think properly.
"Wha-what have you done to me?" Sasuke quivered indignantly as he noticed the half-empty syringe. But Kabuto was already unconscious, lying bloody on the floor.
Sasuke stumbled out of the medical room, lurching his feet forward on will alone, toward the only exit in the hideout.
Halfway there and Orochimaru appeared in front of him, his grin malicious and eyes filled with something Sasuke didn't even want to contemplate. If Orochimaru tried to…
Because of his condition, Sasuke wouldn't be able to fight back.
"Kabuto…" Sasuke slurred, head drooping. "What did…What did you make him d-do to me?"
Orochimaru's smirk only widened as he took a step forward, then another. Sasuke stumbled backward, realizing how futile his attempts were when Orochimaru speed forward, suddenly only inches from Sasuke.
Orochimaru gripped his hair tightly and forced Sasuke's lips to his, his tongue immediately plunging into the hot mouth.
Sasuke's struggles were limited, his mind screaming at him to do something. His instincts couldn't be carried out, though, his entire being slowly losing all its strength and reserved energy. His eyes slid shut, his body drooping into unconscious.
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When Sasuke awoke, he was on the bed, clad in only his underwear.
Orochimaru was starkly naked at the foot of the bed, his eyes roaming lustfully over Sasuke's body. Sasuke squirmed under the scrutiny, his mind still not fully cooperating with him. He struggled toward the exit across the room, drunkenly falling off the bed and crawling to the door; it beckoned to him like a candle amidst a sea of darkness. But he already knew his attempts were fruitless.
Orochimaru let the boy get his hopes up, though, stopping Sasuke only when his hand had reached the knob. Sasuke let out a miserable whimper as the man threw his arms around his waist, bringing him upright only to shove him into the nearest wall.
Orochimaru's body was instantly pressed flush against his own, the sannin's hardened dick pressed firmly to Sasuke's flaccid one.
Sasuke writhed at the touch, instantly reminded of similar suffering he'd endured all those years ago with whoever the hell that bastard was. It wasn't fair, damn it. Why did this always happen to him?
Orochimaru's tongue found the way to the shell of Sasuke's ear, and Sasuke shivered as it left a wet, sticky trail in its wake.
Sasuke continued putting pressure on the older man and, despite his weakened form, seemed to be successfully irritating the other man quite a bit.
Orochimaru hissed as a hand came up to his chest, pushing him away. "I don't know how you're still moving after Kabuto-kun's drug," he hissed, "But no matter." His grim expression twisted into a sizable smirk. "You see, Sasuke-kun, I'm quite good at improvising."
Disappearing and reappearing, he revealed two kunai, one in each hand, and Sasuke watched with dread as they were both thrust into his palms. Orochimaru then guided the kunais' sharp, reddened blades into the wall behind him. With Sasuke's palms caught between the wall and his chakra-infused kunais, escape was virtually impossible.
Sasuke writhed, trying to forcibly remove the restraints. Blood gushed down his arm, and he tried to ignore it. His energy was already considerably depleted and it was still difficult to think clearly; damn it, what was wrong with him?
Seeing the increasingly vulnerable body, Orochimaru now found this situation as much more of a turn on than a form of unnecessary annoyance. He watched as Sasuke arched his back, his muscles rolling under thin, sweat-slicked skin.
Orochimaru's tongue once again escaped his tongue, this time to lick at his lips sensuously.
Filled with lust, the sannin reached eagerly for his last remaining obstacle, grabbing at the waistband of the boy's boxers. Yanking them off his bony hips, he removed them in one fell swoop.
"Mm," Orochimaru cooed deliciously, allowing himself a long look at the beautiful boy. "You're such a good little whore, Sasuke-kun."
Tears leaked out of Sasuke's eyes as he squirmed under the man's humiliating scrutiny, bucking violently as Orochimaru reached a hand out to touch him.
Orochimaru rose an eyebrow, smirking. "Oh? You don't want me to touch you?" He chuckled. "Well, that's a surprise, my little whore. Does this count?" The long tongue once again emerged, infinitely long as it slid out of his mouth until it was far surpassing an average tongue, which was much, much too long.
Breaking his own rules, Orochimaru used both hands to lift Sasuke's legs wider and higher into the air, placing them on his own shoulders. Orochimaru kept a firm grip on the meat of the boy's thighs, squeezing tightly.
The filthy tongue then fluttered through the air, and Sasuke watched in horror as it wrapped around his body, positioning itself somewhere beneath him.
Sasuke jerked violently as the tongue prodded at his entrance, the moisture cold on his vulnerable flesh.
He didn't miss the look of hunger written clearly on Orochimaru's face and, without warning, the tongue thrust brutally into Sasuke, slamming into his prostrate. It was worse than Sasuke could've imagined, listening to the distinct sloshing sound as the wet tongue zealously navigated inside him. Sasuke bit back a scream as it traveled deeper. He huffed loudly, panting on what little oxygen he could get into his lungs.
Orochimaru continued the ministrations, occasionally sending the tongue wayward, stretching Sasuke's entrance and only causing more pitiful moans to escape from the boy. He was sobbing freely, and cried a desperate, "Get out of me, damn it! Get out", flailing his legs as Orochimaru only snickered. Sasuke's protests were silenced, his cries turning into disgraced moans as the tongue continued its persistence, his struggling with the painful restraints on his palms a seemingly lost cause.
How could Sasuke let this happen? He had known, he'd known, that Orochimaru had a thing for him. The leers, the blatant stares directed at his ass, the copious touches ghosting across his skin during training—they'd never gone unnoticed. Why, then, did Sasuke never suspect Orochimaru of doing something this sinister and disgusting, instead deemed him as old and perverted but entirely unthreatening? Was it because Orochimaru was his sensei? Did he just assume the sannin would be like Kakashi?
Maybe Sasuke was just a fucking masochist.
Orochimaru retracted the tongue just enough to speak. "I really think you should try enjoying yourself, Sasuke-kun. You might find it to your liking if you give it a chance." He licked Sasuke's nipples. "Such a good little whore."
Sasuke didn't hear him, biting his teeth fiercely into his bottom lip as Orochimaru wrapped a large hand around his penis, squeezing experimentally.
The tongue shoved mercilessly back into his ass, and Sasuke was thoroughly convinced today would be his last. He couldn't take this. Not again.
After centuries of being under the mercy of the lavishing tongue, the slick organ was slowly snaking out, gradually returning back into his owner's mouth. Sasuke was panting and sweaty, his once filled entrance now weightless and empty.
"I love you so much, Sasuke-kun," Orochimaru whispered huskily into his ear, grinning.
Sasuke snorted. He didn't need anyone's love, so why the hell would he want this disgusting snake's?
Sasuke shut his eyes tightly as he felt something prod once again at his entrance. Gods, Sasuke was so weak. He couldn't let this happen.
He couldn't let himself be raped, not again.
He remembered that day all those years ago when he had finally escaped from his rapist. He remembered the utter surprise he felt at seeing Kakashi sitting beside his hospital bed, his expression so blatantly pained. His sensei watched him with an unwavering gaze, promising Sasuke that he was safe, that Kakashi wouldn't let anyone hurt him like that ever again. His sensei had been so determined, so strong, and it had encouraged Sasuke to do the same. It was one of the most memorable moments of Sasuke's life and, that day, he'd made himself a promise. No, he'd thought, Never again.
Was Sasuke going to let down Kakashi and his ten year old self just because he was sacred and injured?
Orochimaru bent down at the waist, Sasuke's legs spread so wide they hit either side of the wall, and enveloped his mouth around Sasuke's dick.
Sasuke gasped, a drop of sweating trickling down his temple. He did his best to ignore the man's ministrations but the tongue suddenly swiped the underside of his cock, and Sasuke shivered violently.
He looked beside him, trying to focus on the kunais holding him to the wall. A light-colored chakra was embedded into and around the kunai, and Sasuke's first thought was to give up, that escape was impossible.
No. Never again.
Sasuke pushed against his restraints, straining and veins throbbing as he heaved against the kunais. He involuntarily arched into Orochimaru's mouth as he hardened sickeningly. He heaved again and, soon, he felt the kunais loosening, their clutches on the wall wobbly.
Sasuke huffed, catching his breath. His vision felt blurry, and his head felt fully engulfed in flames, but adrenaline pushed him harder. He tried three more times, heaving against the kunai and being frequently interrupted by Orochimaru's stroking and prodding and thrusting. On the fourth try, he had successfully shoved the kunais from the wall.
With nothing to hold him up, Sasuke's body began sliding down the wall, his legs widened further. Grunting, he reacted quickly, removing one of the kunai from his palms and slamming it into the sannin's upper back, watching with grim satisfaction as the wound spewed blood.
Orochimaru hissed loudly, and Sasuke immediately released the kunai, stabbing him again and twisting the weapon harshly in his flesh.
Orochimaru was beginning to waver slightly on his feet, and only then did Sasuke realize the hideous consequences of his actions.
Currently, Orochimaru had one arm wrapped possessively around Sasuke's waist, the fist of his other arm inside Sasuke's entrance, the fingers squirming and further stretching his swollen hole. As Orochimaru's body began reacting to the wounds, he swayed heavily on his feet. With Orochimaru stuck inside Sasuke, when the snake crashed to the floor, Sasuke inevitably went with him.
Sasuke suddenly wheezed as he crashed to the floor, his body weighed down by Orochimaru's larger form. The fingers twitched relentlessly inside his entrance, and Sasuke shoved at the sannin's body, frantic and panting, wanting them out.
Orochimaru was panting just as hard from the kunai twisted in his back, the viscous blood tumbling furiously down his skin. His eyes were looking into Sasuke's with pure malice, and Sasuke just shoved harder.
Sasuke removed the other kunai from his palm and stabbed it through the older man's neck, the tip sticking out from the other side.
Orochimaru made a guttural sound, choking on blood as it sputtered out of his mouth and onto Sasuke's face.
With Orochimaru further incapacitated, it was easier for Sasuke to squeeze out from under the man without interference. Placing his hands on surprisingly thin shoulders, Sasuke heaved again, this time successfully rolling him off to his side. With shaky fingers, Sasuke removed the elder man's hand, tears spilling from his eyes as he gathered his clothes and fled the room.
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Sasuke gasped loudly as he was thrown from the memory, his body thrashing suddenly on the floor. The horrors were still assailing him in vivid Technicolor, the sordid smells and degrading touches ever lingering in the forefront of his mind. Sasuke was wheezing, pitiful whimpers as he gasped to inhale more oxygen for his starved lungs. Fuck, I'm dying, I'm dying, what do I do? The horrors were still ghosting through his mind, and Sasuke scooted across the floor, trying to escape his unseen assailant.
A hand rested on his shoulder, and Sasuke violently jumped away from the touch, his back ramming into the wall. What if this person wanted to drug him, to hurt him?
Somewhere in the back of his mind, Sasuke recognized he was no longer with Orochimaru, was back in reality surrounded by the familiar gray walls and memorable figure he couldn't quite name.
But, even without Orochimaru here, was he still safe?
Sasuke cringed, bringing his knees to his chest, his legs closed tightly together and arms wrapped around them for extra security. If someone wanted to spread his legs and commit more atrocities on him, they'd have to fucking pry them open.
When Sasuke had still been with Deidara, every sexual thing he did, whether with the yellow-haired man or his numerous clients, was consensual. If a man was eagerly shoving his dick inside Sasuke, it was because Sasuke was allowing it.
Albeit, Sasuke never prohibited anyone from the pleasures of his body, and he definitely never denied being a slut.
But this…this was something different entirely. He'd never felt so violated, so completely degraded in his entire life.
He'd have nightmares for weeks.
But that had happened to Sasuke, hadn't it? He hadn't viewed some random nightmare or hallucination; he'd watched a scene from his life and had it replayed in front of him in vibrant HD quality, so that every detail and span of flesh was integrated in the horror show.
Never again.
Sasuke pressed his body further against the wall. Vaguely, Sasuke sensed the older man accompanying him take a step toward him. Sasuke could tell that, despite the hovering, he was doing his best to keep his distance, to give the boy the space he needed. The man looked so familiar, why couldn't think of…
Itachi.
Sasuke's eyes widened and he rested his forehead on his knees. Itachi, his brother, had just witnessed him having the biggest panic attack of his life. He gulped. The older man knew about Deidara, but what about Orochimaru?
Despite his efforts to calm down, Sasuke was still panting heavily, tears falling freely down his cheeks and onto his knees. Hesitantly, he looked up, seeing Itachi crouching in front of him, eyes glazed and scared. "Sasuke?" Itachi asked, so hesitant and uncertain and frightful that Sasuke wanted to die just so he wouldn't have to hear his strong brother sound so pained.
"Deidara," Sasuke gasped out. "I need…I need to t-talk to h-him."
Itachi seemed questioning and highly doubtful, and Sasuke grasped the man's sleeve with a shaky hand, eyes beseeching. "Please."
Itachi swallowed, barely managing a small nod.
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