Impossible to Love You
Disclaimer: Naruto belongs to the brilliant Masashi Kishimoto-sama. I am not Masashi Kishimoto-sama, unfortunately.
Warnings: Incest, violent thoughts, drunken sex, swearings.
Pairings: ItaSasu.
A/N: A lot of things happened to me this year. I was basically wallowing in sorrow and depression, all for an asshole. He made me lose my passion for everything. Made me lose focus. Made me lose myself. I'm trying to get myself and my life back. And the feelings of love and hate and fear that I wrote in this chapter are exactly how I feel about him. I've known him for 8 years. Saw him as a friend. But he cheated me of my feelings when I trusted him so much. I realised I didn't know him after all. This chapter is for all who suffered heartbreaks, and of course for all my dear reviewers. I'm sorry it took me so long to come up with a new update, it is a really terrible struggle for me this year, and I'm still going through it. It's not the last chapter, which should be up by December, I hope. harrypotterlover123 , thank you so much for all your reviews. Reading them has encouraged me to put up this chapter, which isn't very good in my opinion, but I just feel so bad for making all of you wait at such a terrible cliff-hanger. Thanks again all of you I love you.
Itachi smacked his forehead. Madara's warnings had slipped off his mind entirely when he saw Sasuke in such grief. Now he'd have to make sure he acted before Sasuke did, so that his little brother would be safe and sound. He had to strike while his brother was still recovering from grief.
The limousine seemed to crawl at a snail's pace for Sasuke as more familiar buildings grew larger into his sight, and he stared out of the window, a deep frown edging into his lips. The path that they were taking was definitely towards his old house. His heart sank into the pits of his stomach like a stone. He knew just exactly what Madara had done. His blunt nails dug into his palms as his fists tightened. He had failed to protect his father's mansion. He had failed to be a filial son. He bit down hard on his lower lip, almost bursting it as his entire frame shook in mounting rage.
The limousine finally pulled to a stop in front of his home, and Sasuke climbed out of the car with a bated breath. The two men immediately fell in beside him, effectively sandwiching him with their height and built. Sasuke almost snorted in contempt. If they were trying to scare him they weren't doing a very good job. This thought played in his mind until Hidan spoke up, a mere second later.
"So, kiddo, ready to meet our boss? He's a real great man. And I mean it. I've joined many organisations but all those fucking cowards forbade me from conducting my rituals for the people we've captured after seeing my brilliant demonstration just once! They just don't understand that humans have such beautiful bodies for torturing. Madara gave me the right to obey Jashin's will, and seriously, I can't thank him enough for that. I have pictures of my sacrifices, take a look!" Hidan gushed, almost bursting with excitement as he showed Sasuke the pictures in his phone.
The bile in his throat rose instantly when Sasuke set his eyes on the photos, and he fought desperately to keep the foul liquid down, clamping his hand over his mouth as he stared in muted horror and disgust at the pictures. He couldn't tear his eyes away from the sight. He couldn't even close his eyes. His eyes remained wide in sheer terror. Crimson blood. Torn limbs. Empty sockets. A lone eyeball. The ivory of a bone protruding from the raw softness of human meat. The look of unadulterated pain on the victims' faces clawed at Sasuke's heart.
"I can't wait for our boss to hand you over to me. I'll turn you into a sacrifice worthy of Jashin." Hidan said gleefully as he snapped his phone shut, drinking in Sasuke's pale face in satisfaction.
"Keep your trap shut, Hidan. Your rituals are an utter waste of time, and they don't bring any money either. Just hurry to Madara-sama's room, and then we can get our pay." Kakuzu muttered irritably.
"You're such a bloody sucker for money! God is above all else! Remember that or you'll burn in hell!" Hidan roared.
"Didn't I tell you to stop talking? One more word and I swear, I'll kill you." Kakuzu snarled menacingly.
Sasuke walked dazedly behind the bickering duo, the images of dismembered bodies and screaming faces refusing to leave his head. He suddenly wondered if Madara wasn't just a money-grubber, but also as psychotic as his subordinates. A shiver bubbled within him and worked its way to the surface, and he embraced himself unconsciously to halt his shudder.
"The two of you may collect your pay now. I'll take him from here." A familiar wintry voice sounded in Sasuke's ears, and he looked up sharply, forgetting the haunting images in an instant. After all, he was a figure that haunted him for much longer, in his dreams and in this bitter reality. Itachi.
Sasuke could see Madara just a little ahead, his legs crossed as he sipped a cup of tea under a large sunshade in the garden lawn. But all thoughts of facing him disappeared with the looming presence of the breathtaking creature before him, his aristocratic features frozen like a marble statue, cold and unfeeling, yet so majestic that one can only gaze upon them in enrapture.
"You do move fast. Just a day ago Madara wasn't in this house. Otou-san's death doesn't affect you at all, it seems. It's alright, his spirit will soon rest in peace upon seeing a traitor's demise." Though Sasuke had said those words, he had no idea how to carry out his threat. All he had was a Swiss knife. And he knew, no matter how strong his hatred may grow, his love will prevent him from killing his own brother. Yes, he had fantasised about wrapping his fingers around that long neck, constricting his supply of oxygen, but it was all a brief passing notion that overcame him whenever his fury and loathing overwhelmed him. He would never be capable of even hurting him. His heart ached even at the thought of Itachi in pain. Besides, he was pretty certain that his brother held no hand in the murdering of their parents. It was all Madara's doing.
Itachi's lips never moved as he simply turned away from Sasuke. He barely got a step forward when Sasuke tugged at his arm harshly.
"This is a business between Madara and me. I don't want you to tag along." Sasuke hissed.
"This is not for you to decide. Madara-san wants me to be there as well." Itachi answered coldly.
Sasuke bristled as he trailed behind him, wishing that he could kick him in the shins.
"You're here! Oh you've grown much thinner nowadays! Has your boyfriend mistreated you? I think you'd better move back! Let your dear uncle take good care of you! After all, your brother is here as well!" Madara opened his arms in a melodramatic gesture as he stood from the chair.
"I'll only move in after witnessing your death. So you've run a check on me? You were the one who made him go all the way to Gaara's apartment." Sasuke guessed correctly, his eyebrows knitted as his eyes flared.
"I was only concerned, Sasuke-kun. Your father and I have reconciled shortly before his suicide. He wanted me to take good care of you and your brother. Now that I think of it, no wonder he had said those words to me. He was preparing to die all along." Madara said sadly.
But Sasuke knew better. He slammed his fists onto the desk.
"You liar! Otou-san had warned me about you! He'd have never reconciled with you! Even if he did, he would have told me about it! And he wouldn't commit suicide! He had no reason to!"
"He had all the reason, my dear. Your mother was ruthlessly murdered and the whole world was pointing fingers at him. He was innocent, my poor brother. Here, it's his suicide note."
Sasuke took the piece of parchment with trembling fingers. He knew he shouldn't have done it, he should have just knocked the paper away, for Madara was just a liar through and through, but his hands seemed to move on its own accord.
With my death, I will let the world know that I did not kill my wife for I loved her deeply. Sasuke, my son, forgive me for leaving the world so soon. I have but one request; that is for you to reconcile with what's left of our family. Remember, blood is thicker than water.
He read the words over and over again, imprinting them into his mind as he did. The handwriting was his father's handwriting, he recognised it. There was no doubt. But forgery was not impossible.
Sasuke flung the paper back to the desk.
"I don't believe you. That was a forged note. My father knew you killed my mother! He was prepared to live! To fight!" Sasuke's voice rose with each word, ending in an animal-like shriek at the very last word.
"The police have affirmed that it is his handwriting, Sasuke." Itachi finally spoke up quietly. Sasuke had almost forgotten about his presence. He whirled on his heel sharply to face him.
"Take me to the police." Sasuke spoke as if possessed by an iron calm.
"Don't be unreasonable." Itachi deadpanned.
"Take me to the police or I'll never believe you!" Sasuke yelled, charging at him.
Once again, Itachi caught hold of him easily, and held his wrists down.
"Stop behaving like a spoilt child. The truth is laid out before you. Besides, you can give Iruka-san's boyfriend a call if you want. Kakashi-san himself confirmed it with us."
"Naruto would have told me about it!"
"I'm sure you were sobbing like a baby. Naruto couldn't possibly bring himself to break the news to you."
"Fine, I'll call Naruto right now! Let go of me!" Sasuke struggled.
Itachi released him, and he rubbed his wrists where Itachi left red welts, shooting a glare at him. After rubbing his sore wrists however, he lost no time in dialing Naruto's number.
"Sasuke!"
"Naruto, I need you to tell me if you know anything about my father's suicide note."
"Er... Yes."
"It's not a forgery?"
"No... look, I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier but—"
"It's alright, I'll call you again later."
Sasuke snapped his phone shut, his eyes misting.
"Now that you know the truth, why not stay with us? I'm sure you miss this house!" Madara offered with a bright smile adorning his features.
Sasuke didn't know what to think. Should he believe him? After all, Naruto had confirmed the truth. No, the police must have been bribed. And Madara's attitude now was completely different from the dark chuckle he had heard over the phone just awhile ago. And Hidan had revealed that Madara was no innocent man who greeted the world with a cheerful smile. He was a cruel psychopath and a hypocrite, Sasuke was sure of it. But just how could he expose him? It suddenly dawned on him. Madara was giving him an opportunity to strike.
"I'm afraid that Sasuke would find this house too painful for him to reside in. I would suggest that he continue staying with Gaara for awhile." Itachi quickly interjected.
"No, I want to return. I miss this place." Sasuke said curtly. He knew Itachi didn't want to see him. After all, it must have disgusted him that his own brother harboured romantic feelings for him. Physical feeling of arousal was one thing, but romantic feeling was undoubtedly incest. But Sasuke had to stay; he had to find out the truth. One day, he would remove the smiling facade from Madara's face and witness the ugly maggots creeping beneath the cheery cover. One day.
His thoughts kept him from seeing the telepathic exchange between his brother and uncle, a stormy stygian gaze of fury and loathing interlocking a glint of smug satisfaction from an equally dark pair of eyes.
"That's wonderful! Now our family's finally reunited! I'll send my chauffeur for your things!"
"No, I want to get my things on my own."
"Understandable! You want to speak to your boyfriend right? Bring him around for dinner sometime!"
"I'll leave now."
"Itachi, go along with him!"
"No!" "Yes." The two different responses sprung up at the same time. Itachi arched a single brow as him, as if to sneer at his childish antics.
"Yes." Sasuke muttered resignedly.
The pair walked down the steps of the garden in silence, until Itachi spoke up.
"You shouldn't live with us."
"Why not?"
"You... just shouldn't."
"You're uncomfortable. And you feel disgusted around me. That's why you don't want me around, right?"
"No."
"No? Have you forgotten my mushy words of confession?" Sasuke spat bitterly.
"No."
"Have you reduced into a blundering idiot who can only speak a single syllable?"
"Foolish otouto, you don't know what you're getting into."
"So, you admit it? That Madara is more than what he seems, and that otou-san didn't commit suicide?"
"No. Stop letting your mind run wild. I don't mean that."
"Then, what do you mean?"
By then, they had already entered Itachi's car. Itachi paused for a moment, before locking the car doors.
"Don't you know that I mean myself?" Itachi smiled wickedly.
"What?" Sasuke asked dumbly, his mouth turning dry as Itachi swept down before him.
They were close, so close that Sasuke could count every single lash on Itachi's midnight eyes. Itachi's breath ghosted his lips tantalisingly.
"You are in great danger."
With those words, his lips fastened on Sasuke's mouth, and his tongue immediately pushed for entry. Sasuke's lips parted in automatic response, and Itachi ravaged his mouth thoroughly, his hand cupping his chin as he sucked mercilessly at Sasuke's lips. Sasuke had forgotten to breathe for a very long moment, and would have choked into Itachi's mouth had he not realised that Itachi was breathing heavily through his nose. The kiss seemed to go on forever, as Sasuke tugged at Itachi's hair, tousling his neat ponytail. But it was rudely halted when Sasuke's hands fell near Itachi's crotch. Itachi pulled away from him, gripping his wrists tightly.
"What makes you think you can touch me in anyway you like? When you stay with me you have to play by my rules." Itachi growled.
"Why?" There were a thousand questions in this simple word. And Sasuke was certain Itachi knew what the questions were.
"Yes, despite your pathetic whining, you are very desirable. Your face, your body. So I hadn't wanted a distraction, you know. But you just had to insist to stay. So how can I resist? Now that you know, do you still want to stay? I have to say, I really mind you staying. You're such a huge distraction. As you know, I'd like to keep my mind on more important things like my career."
"I'm staying." Sasuke snarled.
"Do as you deem fit. But be careful at night my brother. I may just bring along some friends to play as well. They are very interested in you." Itachi smirked, his finger stroking the length of Sasuke's jaw.
Sasuke felt as though his heart had been frozen many time over. Was this the man he fell for? A heartless creep who would rape him in the middle of the night? And one who would let his friends join the 'fun'? He was used, and used again like some rag toy by this man. Yet he couldn't stop himself from loving him. Love wasn't love if one could just stop their emotions as easily as turning off the tap water. It flowed deep, and cut deep.
That's why people said love is blind. For the people who are in love, are blind. Even when they realise what kind of person they really feel for they carry on loving the person; for they would still carry a frail bubble of hope in them, that the person has a good heart deep within, no matter how the person hurts them, mentally, physically, emotionally. But just as love and hate blurred on a single margin, love and fear can meld into a lone emotion so strong that it can push a person to the brink of insanity when that bubble is finally burst.
And this was exactly how he felt. How could it be, after so many years of living with him, that he still didn't see through his facade? Even after Itachi had repeatedly hurt him with his actions, Sasuke still clung on to that flimsy shanty of hope that was finally burst. He didn't recognise this being before him. He wasn't his brother. Who was he? What was this monster that wore the guise of his brother? Sasuke tried to leave the car in his final bid of desperation, only to realise belatedly that the door was locked.
"Let me out!" He shrieked, a shrill, inhuman wail that seemed to echo endlessly in the car.
"No. Madara-san wants me to take you to Gaara. Till then, you may make your decision, foolish otouto." Itachi finally spoke after a long, painful silence, and started the car.
Sasuke stared into himself in the side mirror. All he saw was a broken face, his swollen lips a glaring reminder of his recent torment.
Gaara reached towards his bruised lips, his jade eyes warm with concern, only to receive a flinch as Sasuke recoiled instinctively. He shoved his hand back to his pocket almost sheepishly as he let Sasuke into his apartment.
"What happened? You were gone for so long, and your cellphone was switched off."
"I'm moving back with my brother."
"You've reconciled with him?"
"Hn."
"There must be something you're not telling me. Someone had just kissed you, it's so plain in the face." Gaara scowled, his lined eyes darkening.
"It's none of your business even if I just fucked someone to release my anger!" Sasuke spat, his face contorting in wild fury.
"Alright, if you really want to return, I won't stop you. But at least keep your phone switched on, so I'll be able to contact you." Gaara implored.
"Hn." Was the reply he received as Sasuke trudged into his room to gather his belongings.
As Sasuke left his apartment, slamming the door as he did, he felt a twinge of guilt tugging at his heart. Gaara didn't deserve this kind of harsh treatment from him; he had been such a good friend in this short period they had known each other. Gaara didn't deserve to know a person like him. He glanced at the shut door for a long moment, before tearing his eyes away and hurrying down to the car waiting below.
He opened the passenger door and slid in with his bag, and stared at back of the front passenger seat obstinately. Itachi shot a sharp look at him from the mirror, and said nothing as he droved back to their house.
Fear was Sasuke's only friend in this huge mansion. Every night he slept with a Swiss knife by his side, in preparation for the attack that seemed to loom in waiting, ready to pounce the moment he had his guards lowered. His heart palpitated with the speed of light each time he heard footsteps heading near his room door, and he was up with the gleaming knife with every suspicious sound he heard, even the softest rustle would not escape his alert ears.
But two weeks had passed, and Itachi had not even spared a single glance at his direction. And Madara still hadn't revealed any bit of his scheming ways. Frustration was building up slowly within Sasuke, and it took all his will power to rein in his burning frustration that threatened to explode. He had to be patient to nail Madara down, and sharp enough to expose any tricks Itachi might have up his sleeve. But exhaustion was unkind to him; all the watchful nights and prying days were making him wish that humans did not need any sleep.
He turned up for breakfast on a Saturday morning with dark circles framing his eyes, barely stifling a huge yawn as he waited for the breakfast to be served.
"You seem tired these days. How are you adapting to life back here?" Madara beamed at him, as if there was anything to be cheerful about at the crack of dawn.
"I'm fine… It's just that with your men with you, the house seems a little different." Sasuke tried to strike a conversation, failing miserably as usual.
"Don't you think they make the house seem so much livelier?" Madara's beam stretched from ear to ear, almost more blinding than the morning sun that streamed through the glass windows that dropped to the ground.
Sasuke looked at the sullen-looking men in dark suits and black sunglasses that hid their eyes with great disdain, before nodding meekly.
And thus their conversation ended, no thanks to Sasuke's wonderful conversational skills.
The inky blackness that swallowed the warmth of the golden sun signalled that night had fallen once again. Sasuke wanted to be afraid, he needed to be, but as he cuddled against the cold metal blade he felt himself surrendering to a dark comfort.
A soft snigger drifted in between the doorway of his dreams and reality, pressing an alarm for him to awake. But his eyes couldn't seem to open. They appeared to be glued shut. When the weight on his bed shifted, however, his eyes snapped open. And stared right into black cavern depths that gleamed with a malicious intent. His heart leapt into his throat as he reached for his blade, but found none. His hand swept blindly under his comforter until a strong hand trapped his wrist.
A glimmer of silver light flashed into his eyes where the knife caught the cold rays of the moon.
It chilled his blood.
"Are you, perhaps looking for this, Sasuke-kun?"
"What are you doing here!" Sasuke finally squeaked when he found his voice.
"I was just wondering one thing."
"What?"
"What exactly is so beguiling about you that can make dear Itachi-kun listen to my bidding like an obedient dog?"
"What are you talking about?"
"Oh my, Itachi-kun didn't tell you? Still trying to hide the truth from you at this stage? Really, he should've been smarter than that. But I got to thank him for that. I've got the upper hand now."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Hmm… I don't know what he told you, but let me tell you a deep dark secret of his."
Sasuke held a long bated breath.
"He harbours illicit feelings for his little brother."
Sasuke stilled, his heart suddenly pounding furiously.
"What exactly do you mean?"
"I thought you were smarter than that! You disappoint me, boy. He loves you. As in incest. That kind of disgusting thing." Madara rolled his eyes.
"You're lying."
"Tell me, what good would I get out of lying to you about this?"
"It's for your perverse pleasure." Sasuke retorted.
"I'm a busy man, my boy. Come, I'll show you something."
Dark and light. Two figures pressed against each other. Sasuke watched the video from Madara's phone with rising dread.
"You!"
"Yes, I used the video as blackmail for him to do stuff for me. Not that he killed your parents of course, but the video did wonders for me. I have to say, your brother is my lucky star. Turned my life around."
"You fucking bastard! How dare you—" Sasuke struggled under his grip, snarling like a wild wolf attempting to fight a brown bear.
Madara simply smirked and pressed the blunt end of the blade against Sasuke's throat.
"I could easily kill you now if you try to agitate me any further, remember that."
Sasuke stopped his struggle, but continued glaring at Madara with pure hate.
"Now, now I really do prefer your sleeping face. You looked so serene, like your lovely mother. I really regretted killing her before having my fun with her, you know. It was such a waste that she married your father."
"What feud do you have with my family? Why must you destroy us?" Sasuke said with a broken voice. The deaths of his parents stung like a fresh wound.
Madara sighed. "I hate to repeat myself, I had already told that to Mikoto-san. But well I'll just make it short. Simply put, your father ruined my happy family, and I'm just returning to him what he truly deserved."
"You've already done it. Let us go. Let my brother go."
"You're not disgusted by your brother? Wait… don't tell me it is reciprocal?"
Sasuke's silence was the only answer.
"Wonderful. Now I shall make it a command for you to sleep with him. If you fail to do it, he will die. It's not a loss to sleep with your brother for you anyhow."
"What can you achieve from it?" Sasuke demanded hotly.
"He's planning something, and of course I want to divert his attention. I'll be filming the whole process, so no dirty tricks. And I expect you to tell him that it was you who wanted the whole thing."
"He is good at self-control." Sasuke remarked caustically.
"I'll create a chance for you, Sasuke-kun. I'll personally deliver him to you drunk and naked. You'd better be waiting for him in your bed nude as well. What do you think?" Madara's smile grew crooked.
Sasuke barely had a chance to reply when he spoke up again.
"It's settled then. You don't have a choice anyway. By the way, I do see why he is so captivated by you."
Sasuke's heart jumped into his mouth. It was then he noticed they were in extremely close proximity, and Madara had him fully trapped.
The knife played down along his jaw and across his cheek in an almost tender caress, the icy metal that threatened to break his skin now used as a sexual weapon.
"You look like your mother, and she was indeed a very captivating woman. Too bad you inherited your father's pursed lips and angry eyes though. She was the epitome of a Japanese lady." Madara's words took on a dreamy lilt.
"Let me go." Sasuke's voice trembled as he felt the unwelcome caressing of his wrist by Madara's thumb.
"Are you scared?" Madara guffawed into his face.
"No! But just let me go!"
"Don't worry, I like women, not boys like you." Madara smirked wryly, releasing Sasuke.
"In the meantime, I'll keep this dangerous toy. When you receive my message, get ready for your night with your dear brother." Madara chuckled, slipping the knife into his pocket as he left the room.
Sasuke lay on his bed, his eyes wide open, staring straight up at the ceiling. Sleep would not be able to overcome him this night.
Sasuke stared down at the ominous message, his heart hammering like a war drum. Gaara and Naruto had been trying to contact him ever since he moved back, but till now he'd been unable to answer their endless calls and messages. He didn't know if he'd be able to contain himself if he heard their voices. He knew what he was doing was making them worry even more, but he just lacked the courage, for everything. And he wasn't sure if he could accomplish this task. But he had to do it. He had to protect his brother, who had been protecting him all the while.
He had just shrugged off his pants when the door burst open, and he dived under the covers, shooting a dark glare at a grinning Madara, who threw Itachi's heavy body down onto the bed ungraciously.
"Have fun." Madara smirked, a mocking light springing across his Cimmerian depths, before he turned on his heel and left the room.
Sasuke's eyes caught the video camera's red light blinking at the open crack in the slightly ajar door, and flushed angrily. Madara that asshole had actually forced him to keep the lights on so that he could be sure that they really had sex. Now he had to face Itachi under the unforgiving fluorescent light.
He reached towards Itachi, attempting to pull the dead weight towards him. His mouth felt dry as he drank in Itachi's naked torso shamelessly. Itachi was huge, and throbbing hard. He was sure that the creep of Madara didn't just make him drunk. He had added aphrodisiac into the drinks as well. He leant close to Itachi, memorising his aristocratic features and the deep rose that adorned his high cheekbones. Itachi reeked of alcohol, and Sasuke had to keep his nose from wrinkling. Sasuke cupped his face gently, and squeezed his eyes shut as he pressed his lips against him.
"Sa… Sasshuke?" Itachi slurred, his onyx eyes half-mast.
Sasuke froze at the mention of his name, and looked down at Itachi in fear. He didn't know what he was afraid of, but fear licked its way up his spine and enshrouded his whole being. Itachi didn't even give him time to reflect on his emotion, immediately flipping Sasuke over, causing Sasuke to flinch when his back hit the springs of the bed.
The deep darkness of the night arrested Sasuke in an enigmatic gaze. Even when tipsy, his gaze was shrouded in mystery. Sasuke longed to strip away the mask; he yearned for his brother to be truly himself.
"I… I'm dreaming?" Itachi murmured to himself groggily, his hand stroking Sasuke's cheek, making Sasuke shiver against his tender touch.
Sasuke kept dumb the whole while. He was afraid his voice would trip out in a strangled moan. He arched his neck to take a brief glimpse of the blinking red light from the recorder, and returned his glance back to Itachi, frustration building up within him with Itachi's lack of action.
He took a deep breath and held it as he rubbed one knee over Itachi's throbbing hardness. Itachi released a low hiss, and his hand shot down to Sasuke's knee, holding it down in a painful grip.
"S-s-stop… I-I can't…" Itachi panted heavily, his breath fanning across Sasuke's flushed cheeks.
Sasuke felt his mind spinning in panic. He couldn't possibly fail at this kind of compromising situation. He had to succeed.
With his mind an incoherent whirl, he tried his hardest to feign a seductive voice, "You can. I'm only your dream."
A fog of silence hung over the, heavy and still. Sasuke swallowed a huge lump forming in his throat, the sound of his swallow a nasty dull gurgle that seemed to fill the whole room. He knew he sounded extremely foolish. He shouldn't have said something like that. It wasn't him.
A smile formed in Itachi's lips, a tiny curve that transformed his whole face, his eyes glittering with unsated lust as he attempted to balance properly with one hand as another began tracing Sasuke's chest, drawing lazy circles as he spoke.
"You… are indeed… a dream… Sasuke wouldn't… speak like that…" With the last sentence, he captured Sasuke's lips in a hungry kiss which Sasuke immediately responded to, their tongues slicking over each other in heated passion, crashing and slithering in an intimate dance. Sasuke arched his back in wanton as Itachi fondled him, giving himself completely to Itachi, forgetting the red blinking eye that recorded their every motion, every hiss, every sigh, and every moan. Itachi's lips moved down the column of his throat, sparking electricity along his skin. When he planted his lips on the juncture between Sasuke's neck and shoulders, Sasuke writhed in short gasps and pants, his frame shuddering with the delicious sensation. Flames licked his body with every touch of Itachi's lips, every touch of his tongue, producing fine beads of sweat that coated his chest in a translucent gleam that shimmered under the man-made lights of the ceiling lamp. His own hands roamed wild and free, exploring every muscle, every kook of Itachi's body, stroking his hardness in rapid motion. When he felt Itachi's fingers trailing along the sides of his thighs however, his senses seemed to fly straight back to him. Everything inside him tightened into uncomfortable knots despite the fact that he had already prepared himself with lube earlier on. When a single finger entered him, his eyes flipped wide open as he released a muted moan. His heart drummed madly against his chest as Itachi slowly added another finger, and yet another, kissing his Adam's apple tenderly as he did, raining whispers of his name that sounded like sweet torture. "Sasuke, Sasuke."
When Itachi finally took him, he screamed, despite all the preparations, his body could not seem to accommodate the largeness of Itachi. It tore at his insides, and burned him sore. But Itachi's hands immediately fell down to Sasuke's softening shaft and stroked it back to life as he angled himself to give Sasuke pleasure instead of pain. Sasuke found himself slowly relaxing to the rhythmic thrusts, but an uncharacteristically loud moan slid from his lips when he felt a single brush that shattered his wits as stars rained down upon his vision. The thrusts grew violent, drawing almost beast-like wails from Sasuke as each thrust hit the spot with blinding accuracy. Finally Itachi stilled as he released in Sasuke with a shudder, as Sasuke spilled just a moment later with a soft sigh. Itachi slumped on top of him almost immediately afterwards, snatching Sasuke's breath away with his dead weight. It took all that was left of Sasuke's strength to manoeuvre him to his side. When it was finally done, Sasuke stared at Itachi's peaceful sleeping profile, his own hands huddled tight against his chest in mounting fear of what would come the next day. He prayed that there was no after-life, for his parents would certainly roll in his graves if they knew what he had just done. He loathed Madara, but most of all he loathed himself for being such a pathetic being that could be so easily taken advantage of. Was there really no other way he could have saved Itachi's life? Or was he too obtuse to figure something out? Itachi would wake up hating himself for what he had done, when it was all Sasuke's own fault. The bitter darkness of his emotions washed over him, coalescing with his fatigue into vague nightmares.
Sasuke finally roused from his restless dreams, cracking open a bleary eyelid that finally zoomed into a clear focus of a figure next to him that was enveloped in bed sheets. A deep burgundy blossomed beneath his skin, burning it from within as he recollected their night together. Said figure's eyes was resting on him, and upon seeing his open eyes the figure jumped a little, scooting further away from him.
"Tell me this isn't true." Itachi whispered, anguish sparkling in the form of tears that swam in his eyes.
Sasuke simply curled up under the cover, unable to say a single word, his eyes unable to meet Itachi's as he lifted the covers higher to hide his modesty.
"I warned you about me! Why didn't you resist?"
"I…" words refused to form in Sasuke's mouth.
"I'm leaving. In the meantime, you should get away from here as far as possible. Don't ever come back. I'm so sorry, Sasuke… I didn't want to touch you… Please forgive me." Itachi rambled as he searched aimlessly for his pants and shirt, giving Sasuke a full view of his rear end and muscled thighs.
Sasuke's blush grew deeper and he quickly turned his gaze askance.
"I'm not leaving."
"You must leave!"
"You were just drunk, and I was willing. You know it, that I… I love you, so it doesn't matter."
"But I remember I was drinking with Madara and the rest… how did I get here?"
"I don't know… I heard a noise outside my room as I was preparing for bed… then I found you. I had just wanted to put you to bed, but you… and I couldn't control myself…" Sasuke could not meet his eyes as his mouth spun more lies.
"So it was my own doing… I had thought… Sasuke… I didn't mean to touch you. I'm so sorry."
"It's alright. I had wanted it anyways." This time, Sasuke met his eyes levelly, hoping his words could soothe his hurting brother.
"Don't."
"What?"
"Don't say that. From now on, please, just stay away from me. I'll arrange for you to leave. I've done enough to hurt you."
"I'm not leaving! How many times must I tell you that I don't mind!" Sasuke hissed.
"I'm sorry." Itachi said again tonelessly, and left the room.
Sasuke's phone vibrated at the very moment, and all he wanted to do was to fling it across the room, but he retrieved it from the dresser, knowing very well who had sent him the message.
"I enjoyed the video. Very well taken."
Sasuke read the text, and sighed as alternating bouts of anger and disgust bubbled up within him, dropping his phone on his bed.
He stood up from the bed, and fell with a nasty thud as his knees gave way, pain shooting up his spine. He knelt on the ground for a long time, nose wrinkling from the pungent smell emanating from his sheets. The room reeked of sex. Entrapped in this hell, Sasuke didn't know if he and his brother could ever escape.