Here's Chapter 9!

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Sasuke was walking fairly independently by the time they reached the room Deidara was being confined in. He was still feeling the brutal aftereffects, occasionally losing his balance and listing to the side. He'd have to reach for Itachi or the nearest wall's support to regain his balance, but it was a small price to pay.

Sasuke opened the door with a hand shaking uncontrollably.

Itachi was watching him from the corner of his eyes, gaze concerned. "Sasuke, you don't have to—."

And Sasuke was bursting the door off his hinges, because damn it, he did.

He surged forward as well as his drained body would let him, watching Deidara's face light up at his entrance. The older man didn't seem to feel the heavy tension Sasuke had brought with him, and greeted him vibrantly.

"Ah, Sasuke-chan, here to tend to my needs at last. I was wondering when you'd come." Deidara reached out the leg Sasuke had formerly untied. "Come over here and give your master a—."

Sasuke punched him hard in the face, on the same bruising cheek Sasuke had assailed him last time. Deidara's face flew sideways from the heat of the assault, mouth screwed in a grimace of pain. Deidara's face finally righted itself, and another punch rained down on the unsuspecting man, then another.

"How dare you, how dare you, how fucking dare you." Tears ran down Sasuke's cheeks. His fists kept moving in sync without his knowledge, Sasuke's mind lost to oblivion. "You used me, you disgusting bastard."

Sasuke was a mess, knuckles drenched in another man's blood and tears thick on his cheeks. A sob escaped his mouth, and Itachi was beside Sasuke, gently restraining the boy's wrists.

Sasuke fought him, trying to free himself from the grip. "Itachi, please, kill him. Oh fuck, kill him." Sasuke was sobbing heavily, his face scrunched in agony, his nearly muted, insistent pleas bringing tears to Itachi's eyes.

"I will, little brother." Itachi took the wristsand pulled them into his chest.

"Sasuke, it's okay now," Itachi whispered tenderly. "I'm going to protect you, little brother, no one is going to hurt you ever again."

Sasuke seemed to react to that, big black orbs looking up at Itachi like he could cure all the illnesses in the world, and Sasuke relented, bringing his head to rest on Itachi's chest.

Itachi bent down an inch, reaching a hand under Sasuke's knees. With a quick flip of his wrist, he held his brother in his arms, and walked him out of the unconscious Deidara's prison.

Sasuke didn't struggle, his head resting in the crook of Itachi's neck, tears falling onto the thin skin beneath.

Itachi led him into their room. With a skilled foot, he quickly tossed the clothes piled on Sasuke's bed onto the floor, placing a pliant Sasuke onto the mattress.

Sasuke's eyes were dull, distracted, and Itachi brought the sheets up to the boy's chest, running fingers through the soft hair. "Sleep, little brother." His eyes were glazed, a tear running silently down his cheek. "We'll talk about this later."

The aftereffects of the vision were still weighing Sasuke down, exhaustion taking a firm hold of his body. He felt so vulnerable now; what if someone tried to hurt him?

He swallowed unsurely, eyes shimmering brightly at his brother. "Will…will you stay?"

Itachi smiled lightly, a genuine swell of happiness despite his inner torment. "Always, little brother. I will never leave you."

Sasuke nodded slowly, and closed his eyes to the rest of the world.

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Sasuke awoke with a start, his bloodshot eyes bursting open to encounter gray, dull walls. Itachi was sitting beside the bed in a wooden chair, leaning over with a concerned gaze. Sasuke was panting for air, the same thing he witnessed in the hall replaying in his sleep. From his peripheral vision, he could see Itachi's presence lean forward, his eyebrows drawn downward.

"I, I…" Sasuke choked on a sob. "K-Kab—and the, to make me—O-Oroch—his tongue, it—oh fuck."

It was all coming back to him, the scenes of his past lurching through him like a heavy fog, suffocating in its intensity. It was that damn tongue that really fucked him up. With all the things Sasuke had done, all the sexual activities he'd participated in, he'd never thought anything could feel so vile, so filthy and degrading.

Before Sasuke knew it, he was turning his head spastically, expelling what little lunch he'd had, now splayed messily on the floor.

Saliva mixed with vomit, and Sasuke watched meekly as the contents of his stomach were painfully expelled. He felt a soothing hand rub his back, and he was surprised at how grateful he felt knowing Itachi was there.

When Sasuke was done, he was left shaking and pale, his entire body damp with perspiration and weak limbs.

Sasuke leaned back down onto the pillow, noticing how Itachi's eyes followed his every movement, his hands stretched out as if ready to catch him, stop him from falling.

But Sasuke had already fallen from grace.

Itachi sat back on the wooden chair and scooted closer, hands still held readily in front of him. "Do you feel better, little brother?"

Sasuke swallowed, chuckling humorlessly. Leave it to Itachi to ask if he was okay before asking why he'd just had a sporadic, spontaneous spasm, causing him to fall boneless out of bed, flopping around helplessly like a fish out of water.

Gods, he was so glad he had Itachi.

Sasuke nodded, wiping at the sweat dripping from beneath his bangs. "Ye-yeah, I'm okay. Just…" Sasuke wiped the sweat on his pants, needing something to do with his hands. "Orochimaru," he said finally. "I s-saw Orochimaru…do things to me."

Itachi's eyes hardened, gaze icy cold. "Did that bastard rape you?"

Sasuke shook his head, licking his lips. Technically, there was no anal sex. Just…just really, really horrible sodomy. "Orochimaru, his…tongue. It…" Sasuke's eyes filled with tears, and he unconsciously placed a hand over the crack of his ass. If he kept his entrance well protected, no one could shove things inside of it, right?

Itachi let out a howl of rage, and Sasuke's head shot up to see Itachi, his head cradled in his hands.

Then the man stood, spinning around and slamming his fist into the nearest wall. It immediately cracked on impact, large chunks of cement falling to the floor. Sasuke stood on shaky legs, placing his hand on Itachi's, holding him in place.

Itachi turned to Sasuke, looking at his little brother with so much love Sasuke almost thought he'd break from it.

With no forewarning, Itachi closed the space between them and pressed Sasuke into a fierce embrace, his arms wrapped around him like a protective cocoon.

[[Uchihacest]]

They stayed like that for a long time, Sasuke's forehead lying in the crook of Itachi's neck. Gradually, they'd somehow shifted location, ending up sitting side-by-side on the bed, still wrapped in each other's embrace. Sasuke licked his lips nervously, mulling over his thoughts. "Itachi…"

Itachi hmmed in acknowledgment and Sasuke awkwardly continued. "Will…w-will you…um…" Sasuke shut his eyes tightly and burrowed his head further into the soft skin.

After a moment of continued silence, Itachi placed his hands on Sasuke's shoulders, pulling him back to look at him with an appraising gaze. Sasuke's cheeks were bright red. "What is it, Sasuke?" His voice sounded only of love and concern.

Sasuke looked down at the sheets beneath them, fiddling with his fingers. "W-Will you make Or-Orochimaru g-go away?"

For a long second, comprehension eluded Itachi, his gaze never changing. But it shifted quickly, and Itachi couldn't hide his shock. "Sasuke…Do you…do you know what you're asking of me?" He asked softly, brushing hair out of Sasuke's eyes.

Sasuke nodded, shifting until he was straddling Itachi's waist, his knees on either side of Itachi's hips. "I need you inside me." Sasuke put a hand on his entrance unconsciously. His eyes were tearful. "I need you to make Orochimaru go away."

Itachi's eyes were a pit of sorrow, and Sasuke felt horrible for requesting something like this of him. What if Itachi hadn't had sex yet? What if he wanted to have his first time with someone else? What if he just wanted to have sex with someone that was not his brother?

But Itachi was nodding, putting one hand on the back of Sasuke's neck and the other over Sasuke's own hand, covering his baby brother's entrance. He urged Sasuke forward, placing his lips against Sasuke's own.

"I love you so much, Sasuke," he said in between kisses. He removed the hand over Sasuke's ass to trail lightly down Sasuke's chest. It slipped under his shirt, playing lightly with the smooth skin. A finger dipped into the navel, and Sasuke put his arms around Itachi's neck, deepening the kiss.

Sasuke moaned as Itachi clutched a nipple between his fingers, and he humped into Itachi's crotch.

Itachi groaned unexpectedly, only squeezing tighter. He released the kiss just enough to throw Sasuke's shirt off, and for Sasuke to throw his off. They were pressed back together before the shirts hit the floor, their bare chests molded into one.

Their slow dance of lips and curious hands was growing in intensity, both men sweating and heated. All clothing had been removed, Sasuke lying flat on the bed and Itachi kneeling above Sasuke's cock, gathering up Sasuke's precum with long fingers. He lifted one of Sasuke's legs with the unoccupied hand, heaving it high into the air before placing one cum-covered finger up Sasuke's ass.

"Ah!" Sasuke couldn't help but shout. He was writhing under the ministrations, clutching at the sheets above his head.

Itachi was panting as well, a lustful smile on his features. "Brother, you are so beautiful."

"D-Does this mean you're going inside me now?" Sasuke asked in between grunts, impatient for release. The wiggling fingers felt good as fuck, but if he didn't get a huge, rock-hard cock in him real soon Sasuke was pretty sure he was going to explode. "Itachi, I really—" he gasped suddenly, moaning deafeningly as Itachi shoved his full fist into his entrance.

"Holy fuck," Sasuke gasped out as he automatically arched into the man's fist, eyes shut in ecstasy. Before Orochimaru, he hadn't known an intrusion of this width was physically possible. But, before Itachi, he hadn't known this sensation was to fucking die for.

Itachi removed it, Sasuke's own liquids sloshing around inside him as the intrusion vanished.

Itachi lined himself up with Sasuke's hole, his cheeks red from exertion. "Are you okay with this, little brother?"

Sasuke nodded, his voice failing him as he focused on breathing properly.

Itachi pushed in halfway, and Sasuke moaned loudly, head thrown back in a mewl of ecstasy on the pillow. Itachi pulled out before going back in, further than before.

This process continued until the older man's penis was in up to the hilt, where he kept a fast-pace. Sasuke was clutching at the sheets for dear life, eyes shut tight and mouth open in endless moans.

Itachi soon came inside of the tight entrance, groaning as he released into the heat of Sasuke's body; Sasuke came barely a moment after, cum spewing onto both their chests.

Finished, Itachi lowered himself onto Sasuke, their heaving chests pressed together.

"Did…that," Itachi started, panting. He placed a light hand on Sasuke's entrance. "Make it...feel better?"

Sasuke smiled widely, placing a hand on the nape of Itachi's neck and bringing him in for a kiss.

After several blissful moments, Sasuke broke the kiss, speaking into his brother's mouth, smiling. "Best fuck of my life."

[[End Uchihacest]]

Sitting up in the bed, Sasuke released himself from their embrace by put a light restraining hand to the older man's chest. Itachi looked down at him inquisitively. Sasuke took calm breaths, hoping his voice was reassuring. "I-I'm okay now, I'm o-okay."

Itachi only nodded, watching intensely to ensure that the boy's words rang true. Sasuke's grip was now tight on the sheets, his bony knuckles white from the pressure. Gradually, though, the hold loosened, and his breathing leveled to a normal rate. Sasuke wiped at his face exhaustedly with a rough hand, sighing lightly before letting it flop back down, landing on his sheet-covered thigh.

Sasuke's cheeks were red, shame clear on his countenance. "I-I'm sorry, I d-didn't mean to…freak out, I just…"

Only then did Itachi reach an arm out, resting his hand on Sasuke's shoulder. Itachi nodded, waving it off, and Sasuke breathed a small sigh of relief.

Itachi swallowed, asking as levelly as he could, "What did you see?"

Sasuke swallowed as well, suddenly turning his gaze back down at the thin sheets. Maybe he should just start from the beginning? "I, uhh…I saw me back when I was with Sound. With Kabuto."

Itachi's eyebrows furrowed. "Kabuto?" He sat silent for a moment. "I had initially suspected your vision was of Deidara." That would explain why Sasuke had been so frenzied when dealing with Deidara and ordering his death. "Then, after you awoke, you were talking about Orochimaru."

But Itachi's thoughts took another turn, and his mouth suddenly turned to a vicious snarl. "But that damn Kabuto hurt you, too?"

Sasuke shook his head, his expression easily demonstrating his dislike of their discussion. "No, h-he had prepared a…a drug. It, uh…it reduced body function, so everything was blurred and I couldn't move very well."

Sasuke's cheeks were flushed, and his head was tilted downward to droop his bangs over his eyes. He could almost physically sense the other man's confusion.

"Wh…" A pause. Then, realization. "He was preparing you for Orochimaru?" he hissed out angrily.

Sasuke nodded hesitantly. "Basically, it made my bones turn to jelly and my brain to cooked spaghetti." He snorted. "So it'd be much easier for Orochimaru when he finally fucked me."

Sasuke felt warmth engulf one side of his body, and he was surprised to see Itachi hugging him to his side, eyes squeezed tight and arms wrapped fully around his shoulders. "I'm so sorry, little brother." He released him just enough to look into Sasuke's black eyes. "Can…Can you talk about it?"

Sasuke's eyes glistened, but he nodded slowly. Didn't people always say it was better when you talked about it?

"I hadn't received the full dosage of the drug, so I could still move. When I managed to escape I…I ran into Orochimaru." Sasuke shook his head. "Something happened, and when I woke up I was on a bed. I…" He swallowed, eyes glistening. "I tried to escape, but i-it was so hard to get my body to just fucking cooperate. Orochimaru caught me so easily…and then…and then he…" Sasuke's hand rested on the small of his back. "He used his tongue to…go inside of me." Sasuke closed his eyes, hair falling into his face as his head drooped. "Gods, it was so much worse than getting fucked…"

Sasuke felt a fierce hug against the side of his body, and he knew better than to think Itachi would take advantage of his brother's weakness. So many would use and manipulate Sasuke if they ever saw how vulnerable he was, but Itachi…Gods,

Itachi was so different.

Sasuke felt wetness on his shoulder, and was surprised when Itachi spoke, voice unsteady. "Orochimaru used to be a member of the Akatsuki. He didn't stay long after I arrived but…but I always had a bad feeling about him." Itachi shook his head hastily. "But I never knew it'd be this bad." The bone of his teeth screeched together. "That sick bastard."

After a long, silent moment, Itachi pulled back, not bothering to wipe the tears from his cheeks. Gently, he took one of his brother's hands into his own, holding it with the palm face-up. With a light finger, he traced the perimeter of the hole, glancing at Sasuke inquiringly.

"Ah…" Sasuke said, insecure. "Orochimaru held me to the wall and wh-when I kept fighting him, he…He just got so angry, I guess, and pushed the kunai through my hands to stick me to the wall." He blinked vacantly, trying to stay as distanced as possible from the reality of his words. If he remained detached, maybe it'd be easier to cope.

Itachi was holding both of Sasuke's hands in his larger ones, his own fingers twitching from Sasuke's words.

"I'm so sorry, Sasuke." He knew apologizing was never going to rid Sasuke of his pain, knew he'd very likely have nightmares for the rest of his life.

But what else was Itachi supposed to say? What could he say that would make his little brother's pain become nothing but a distant memory? Was such a thing even possible?

A knock sounded through the room, and both men turned their gazes toward the door.

"Come in," Itachi said brusquely.

Sasori peeked his head through the door. "Just wanted to report that Deidara has been thoroughly…taken care of."

"Alright. Thank you."

The door shut, and Itachi turned back to see Sasuke had removed his hands from Itachi's grasp, his head now buried in his hands.

"Sasuke?" he spoke, alarmed.

"I can't…" Sasuke said, his voice unstable an broken. "I can't believe I ordered his death. I can't believe I killed a man." Sasuke looked up from his hands, eyes wide and dangerous.

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When Itachi had successfully calmed his baby brother down, they were huddled on the bed, Sasuke's head resting on Itachi's chest and Itachi's arms wrapped snugly around his brother's waist. Sasuke had one hand lying on Itachi's, the other on his own thigh.

"Sorry about that," Sasuke said pitifully, cheeks tinted pink.

"It's completely justified, little brother. You have nothing to apologize for."

"So…" Sasuke swallowed, hesitating on his words. "So…what you said earlier. Was it true? Have I really killed people before?"

Itachi nodded into Sasuke's hair, a finger lightly caressing the boy's pale wrist. "You'll remember soon enough now that the drugs obstructing your memories have vanished."

Sasuke could only nod, disappointed in his former self. To be able to take a life so easily…

"Am I evil?"

There was a pause, and Itachi's finger had stopped a half-second before picking it back up, grazing through Sasuke's upturned palm, dancing carefully around the hole. "No, little brother. If anything, you were misguided, and not even that was your fault." It was mine, Itachi thought meekly.

Sasuke said nothing, only relishing in Itachi's soft touches like he was something to be cherished. He had been foolish to ever think Deidara had loved him, when it was obvious all the love he could ever be shown was by the man behind him.

"Where are our parents?"

Another pause. "Dead."

Sasuke only hmm'ed. Again, he was vaguely disappointed, but not to the point it'd affect him too terribly. He couldn't remember his parents right now, so there was no real reason to mourn.

"Is this our home?" Come to think of it, weren't they already packed and ready to go? That means this was only a temporary stay, right?

Sasuke sat up, turning around to straddle Itachi's legs. "Can we leave here now, please? I don't like this place."

The corner of Itachi's lips twitched into a smile. "And why is that, little brother?"

Sasuke shrugged, pouting, and Itachi's smile only widened.

"Where would you like to go?"

Sasuke cocked his head. "Where were we going before? Home?"

Itachi's expression seemed bittersweet, and Sasuke wasn't entirely sure what to make of it. They had a home, right? But, if Itachi had been living in this Akatsuki place for long, then maybe Sasuke and him didn't actually live together. His brother looked completely like an adult, and probably didn't want to be trailed around by his kid brother.

Sasuke flushed, looking away. "Uh, that is, if we really share a home. If not, just point me in the right direction and I'll—."

Itachi interrupted him with a long finger placed on Sasuke's lips, and his gaze flew back to Itachi's face. "I'm afraid we don't have a real home, but…" Itachi returned a light, placating smile. "I'd very much like to make one."

Sasuke held his gaze, searching for any hesitation. Finding none, he brought the smile back to his face. "Alright, home it is, then!"

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2 Months Later

"Get the fuck away!"

Sasuke flung himself out the door, dizzy and disoriented as he bodily pushed himself forward. His legs shook, dancing haphazardly along the deserted street. His mind was on fire, and his weakened body was shouting for reprieve. But no, he couldn't pass out now; he had to leave, he had to escape before…

Before Itachi killed him.