Just Dance (It'll Be Ok)

This is supposed to be disturbing. The version that is up now is the edited version that I really wanted the first one to be like- it didn't turn out the way I wanted it to so I ended up rewriting the majority of it. But I did write it to disturb. Happy feelings don't really belong here, ok?

I was astounded by how many nice things were said about the first piece, so I decided it must be worth it to make it right. The next chapter has begun, but it will be gore and purely revenge. Sexual acts will be limited to rape or other crazy things that I happened to notice on Criminal Minds (awesome show, btw)

Whatever. You clicked on it, right? I know Itachi's out of character, but it is what it is.


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“I’ve had a little bit too much.” Itachi said to himself. He could barely hear himself speak even though he was standing in a pretty quiet corner of the house, but he was more worried about talking to his own person out loud than how the music was affecting his hearing. Some of the people were starting to rush together, though luckily the dizzy spells happened only every few minutes.

“You have had too much.” Itachi turned to his classmate, glancing at the tray of shots he held and noting that he’d ditched his glasses for contacts. It kind of made him look hot. But only a little bit. And that was probably because of those weird colored shots he drank before. “Though it doesn’t show. I just know you well enough to know that you don’t talk to yourself.” Kabuto was right, of course, but Itachi didn’t like anybody knowing so much about him and his habits so he frowned. Kabuto smirked at this. “You know, if you’re only feeling a little drunk, you could dance it off, get it out of your system that way.”

Itachi quirked up an eyebrow, questioning both the validity of his classmate’s statement and the idea of dancing in front of all his classmates. Sure he was great at it, he was great at everything, but he wasn’t comfortable with it. Stuff that ‘only a little drunk’ people did at parties always ended up biting someone in the ass, and he had been careful these past two years of college to keep that from being him.

“Oh never mind. I forgot you don’t dance. Or get drunk.” Itachi didn’t like Kabuto’s tone. Was the geek with glasses daring to doubt his dancing skills? And mocking him on top of that? Had Itachi been a mite more sober, he would have understood that the challenge was nothing more than a ploy.

…but then again, those ‘slightly drunk’ people that terrible things happened to weren’t him or his bloodline; he was of the Uchiha, and therefore immune to mistakes, blunders, or accidents. He was amazing. Nothing bad could ever happen to him. Oh, except for that thing with his parents. Of course.

So he grabbed another two shots from Kabuto’s tray, figuring they were pretty small but proved his point that he was most certainly not as drunk as Kabuto thought him to be. He downed them on the way to the center of the grinding mass of people and tossed the glasses over his shoulder, satisfied with the ‘clink’ they made on the hardwood floor. He could care less that there were probably dents in the floor now; it wasn’t even Kabuto’s house. The man was merely a classmate of his who had helped him out the other day by getting his little brother out of trouble. The strange silver-haired man had only asked that Itachi came to his party in return, claiming that if an Uchiha was at a party, every girl in a twenty mile radius would show up.

There were so many people in the house that the party had spilled from the entry way throughout to the backyard, people darting back inside for food before entering the spacious backyard and crowding around the pool. Itachi could hear shrieks from girls who’d been convinced to go skinny-dipping over the pounding base that came from speakers hidden quite well in corners near the ceilings. He fought to go the dining room, where the table had been removed to who-knows-where and the people were so close no one would be able to tell it was him. Even if he had decided to dance, he didn’t need people thinking that it was acceptable to approach him and treat him like any other drunken college kid.

Finding himself sufficiently hidden in plain sight, he fell into the pattern of the music, not caring what song it was or who sang it, just that it had a beat he could move to. He felt dizzy for at first but it converted to a more out of body feeling he’d never reached before. What sort of shots had Kabuto given him?

The song smoothly morphed into something more sexual, hypnotic, and he had only just begun to shift his motions to the music when he felt a person behind him. ‘Of course there’s someone behind me, there’s people everywhere.’ But this person felt different from others, and he didn’t know why. He figured out why when they put their hands on his hips and began grinding into him. He nearly moaned; damn this felt good. Why didn’t he want to dance earlier?

He tilted his head to find out who it was. He found the snake-y owner of the house up against him, smirking at the look of disgust on his young guest’s features. “Just dance, Itachi.” The deep voice made some girls swoon, but not him. For other reasons then him not being a girl, of course.

He practically hissed and tried to pull away, but only managed to bump into more people. He remembered now why he had been hiding in the quietest corner of the house. “You!”

“Yes, me.” The man had that smirk on his face that bugged Itachi because its arrogance was greater than his own. Orochimaru chuckled when Itachi tried to squirm again, but Orochimaru’s hands were guiding his body so Itachi ended up grinding into Orochimaru more. “I know I’m not your favorite person, Itachi-”

“You tried to mess with my brother. Now let go of me.” Itachi wanted to sound angry, but honestly he hadn’t had this sort of physical contact in a long while and as much as Orochimaru creeped him out he was looking pretty hot right now. Especially in that unbuttoned shirt… it showed off muscles Itachi never knew the man had. He gave up staring- err, deciphering sensei’s intentions when he noticed what he was doing.

Orochimaru noticed Itachi’s not-so-subtle ogling but didn’t comment on it. “Yes, but little Sasuke did something bad the other day, and I pulled a couple strings. You didn’t think Kabuto did that on his own?” Itachi shook his head, hardly noticing that they were still dancing. “I think we got off on the wrong foot. Maybe we should try to get to know each other better?” Was he emphasizing words that could be misconstrued or was it his imagination?

Itachi knew what his brother’s teacher was getting at and looked at him in a way that let the older man know it. “I would never do something like that with something like you.” For some reason his Threatening Tone and Angry Glare weren’t working. Maybe it was because the feel of that man behind him was getting pretty good. Those hands were caressing the skin that peeked out between his low-riding jeans and the shirt that kept sliding up. And then there was how they danced perfectly together; it was effortless and this man was really starting to turn him on…

Orochimaru must have known what sort of thoughts were going through his head. “You know what they say… if you can dance, you can fuck… and I would love to fuck you all over my floor.” Itachi might have blushed, but he wasn’t sure because his face was already hot and slightly sweaty from dancing. He couldn’t remember how old Orochimaru was supposed to be, but he looked barely thirty and Itachi felt hot and the words he spoke now were undeniably and inexplicably turning him on.

The music shifted again, as did a certain something in Orochimaru’s pants. Itachi wasn’t really surprised the man was like that already. He was hard too, after all. Orochimaru was one of the few men who not only looked good with long hair but also had hair longer than his own. It swished and Itachi liked the way it felt over his shoulder, lightly brushing his nipple through his shirt.

“So… Itachi… how about we make a deal?” Itachi had forgotten by now how must drunk he must still be, and with the way the beat had slowed down to a sensual beat he wasn’t going to be sweating it out so much anymore. “Surely you can feel how hard I am for you already… so if you can make me come first, just out here on the dance floor, then I’ll not only leave you alone but also make sure your precious brother never gets in trouble again.”

Sasuke was a troublesome brat right now and his and Itachi’s schedules conflicted so he wasn’t always there to help his baby brother, so it would be a relief to know he was taken care of. However… “And what if you don’t?” Orochimaru chuckled and Itachi enjoyed how the vibrations felt on his back way too much, not to mention the erotic tickling of the pale man whispering into his ear. “If I make the almighty Uchiha cream his jeans… then we go upstairs, and we fuck thoroughly.”

Itachi was confident he would win; he had good stamina and was used to denying himself the things he wanted. “Deal.” He made sure he ground into that bulge with his ass and was satisfied when there was a definite moan in his ear. He gasped in the next instant as a hand slid down to rub him through his pants.

He quickly turned around, still in Orochimaru’s embrace, and growled against the man’s ear “that’s cheating” before diving down onto his neck and started sucking right where his vein showed through his pale skin. He forgot to worry about what the people around him must be thinking, especially when their erections lined up and they were ‘dancing’ their penises into each other. He moaned softly and knew Orochimaru heard it when he felt both hands kneading his ass and pushing their hard-ons together more.

Itachi was busy enjoying the sensation and licking the older man’s neck, uncharacteristically forgetting his mission, and let a leg slip between his own. He pulled his mouth off and up, thrusting his tongue into soft lips and groaning. He didn’t bother to stop himself from grinding down onto the leg, following the rhythm of the music.

“Uhnn…” He’d never had anyone suck on his tongue before, but this was definitely something he liked. He humped against his brother’s teacher faster, little moans escaping from their joined mouths occasionally. One hand was tangled in long, soft midnight hair from forcing Orochimaru’s head aside so he could suck his neck better but was now keeping them lip-locked and the other hand roamed all over his chest before settling on his hip, pulling him into his groin even more.

“I’m- oh, shit.” Itachi panted into Orochimaru’s mouth. Damn he was so hot, and it didn’t matter that this guy had been a dick to Sasuke before because right now that dick was helping his dick feel good, and even through two layers of fabric Itachi could tell it was big and hard and that made him hornier. “I’m… uhn…” He felt the older man push against him a few more times before he came in pants, the sudden sticky wetness very uncomfortable. He panted, his head on Orochimaru’s shoulder. Once he regained his breath and what remained of his composure, he realized that he was screwed.

“Quite literally.” Itachi swore when he realized he’d spoken aloud again. Why was he still so drunk? Was it possible that a few shots could throw him off this much? Never mind. “Ready to do this?” Itachi looked into the man’s eyes, half-surprised and half-excited that Orochimaru looked very aroused and didn’t protest when the pale man grabbed his arm and pulled him through the throng of people that miraculously hadn’t seen this old pervert get him off just by getting Itachi to dry hump his leg. It was embarrassing enough as it was without other people seeing it.

They went up the stairs, which were hidden because of the design of the house. Halfway up the stairs Itachi noticed that the music was much less loud, probably why nobody was trying to dance here. The post-orgasm haze hadn’t gone away yet, so when Orochimaru’s grip on his arm faltered he started to fall backwards. He was caught up however by someone else, and he groaned at the feeling of another hot body flush against his. “Wow, Itachi. I thought the idea was to get less drunk.” He looked up at Kabuto, who Itachi thought looked taller than he remembered. He mentally shrugged the thought off and let his classmate set him right again.

“What are you doing here?” Itachi was confused. The alcohol in his system must be some strong shit. Or was something else at work here? Itachi had to stop thinking to focus on what his classmate was saying.

“I’m helping Orochimaru.” Kabuto said with that quiet confidence that usually pissed Itachi off but right now confidence looked sexy. The Uchiha didn’t even blink at that vague response, he just nodded and followed them both the rest of the way up the stairs. The raven was walking somewhat clumsily, holding onto the wall every now and then. Damn walls. How dare they run into him?

They entered a room with a big bed in the center, and there was a large dog in the corner that sat up when it saw them, but Itachi didn’t get to see anything else because Orochimaru was in front of him kissing him and pulling off his shirt while Kabuto was reaching around from behind him and undoing his pants.

He couldn’t get a word in from all this kissing his mouth was doing until the shirt was blocking his attacker from getting to it. He had the strangest feeling that he wasn’t angry enough and that it was very wrong to be beginning to get hard again. He usually couldn’t this quick. “Why is him too? I didn’t said not these things.” Thankfully his attackers spoke drunk & drugged, because they knew what he meant.

“You said to fuck you thoroughly, little Uchiha. You never said I couldn’t invite a friend.” Orochimaru rubbed his now bare chest, pecking the lips that formed a pout at the reference to his height before licking his way to behind his ear. “And you want this anyway, don’t you?” He tugged Itachi’s penis that was once again fully hard. Orochimaru grabbed Itachi’s underwear, disgustedly swiping off the drying cum with it. He began rubbing it again, arousing Itachi even more. He was moaning again, and Kabuto was sticking something into his ass, and it felt really good. “You’re such a slut, you know that?”

Itachi moaned, hardly comprehending what the black-haired man was saying, just knowing that being double-teamed like this felt really good. Kabuto’s finger brushed that spot inside him, and he thrust back, not caring that they’d led him to the bed and Orochimaru was laying him down on it.

He was loving this; loving how Kabuto was working three fingers into his ass and he was pushing back, impaling himself on them, aroused by the pinches of pain at the stretching, kneeling on all fours, and Orochimaru was fiddling with something out of his line of sight, and then Kabuto moved away from him and Orochimaru’s cockhead was against his ass. It was like everything was moving too fast and he was pretty sure that the low sexy sounds he was hearing were his own moans.

“Ahh!” Orochimaru pushed into him fully with little mercy, but it felt so good to have a huge cock in his ass, spreading him wide and filling him deeply. “uhnn… yeah…”

“You like that, Uchiha?” He looked up in front of him, wondering when Kabuto had gotten naked. He didn’t answer, feeling tinges of shame break through the fog of intoxication. “Answer me, sempai!” He mockingly demanded.

“You’re using the wrong name, Kabuto.” They both looked at the pale man with expressions of confusion. “He’s our little toy.” He emphasized his words with slow, deep thrusts that touched all the right places inside Itachi. “He likes it when you’re mean. Right cock-slut?” Itachi involuntarily let out a particularly sexy moan as a magical spot inside him was brushed. “See? And he’s leaking so much, too.” The brief contact with his erect penis caused another moan to leave his throat.

Kabuto smiled wickedly, liking the game. “Slut, do you like having his cock thrusting into your ass?” Itachi’s head nodded. “Say it bitch!”

“I… uhn… yessss… ”

“Where?” The demand was followed by a decently hard slap to his face.

“Ahhh… inside...”

Kabuto sighed. “I guess that’ll have to do.” The leer returned to his face. “Now, fuck-hole…” he used his hand to guide his cock to Itachi’s mouth tracing the edges but keeping from entering the wet heat, letting the pre-cum leaking from the tip cover his lips like lip gloss. Itachi couldn’t stop his tongue from flicking out to taste it. “If you want something, whore, you need to ask for it.”

Itachi wanted to glare but at the same time he was so turned on- hang on, his brain said to him, I’ll try to get back to you when I figure this out- and Orochimaru was grinding into him very slowly, reaching so deep inside him, every now and then giving his ass a light slap and groaning about how tight he was. “In my… mouth.” Why would he want that in his mouth?

Kabuto dipped the head into degraded man’s mouth once more. “What’s the magic word, you cock-hungry whore?” Hitting his prey was more fun than he thought, so he threw a few more not light punches onto his torso.

“ahn… Please.”

“Please what?” Another punch, this one near his kidneys.

The raven didn’t know better and thought he wanted this. “Let me suck your cock, please.” He was instantly rewarded with a mouth full of cock and a pat on the head, moaning around the flesh stuffed inside. He wiggled his tongue, just like the voice in his head told him too. “Very good.” Kabuto praised patronizingly. Hands nestled in his hair, inadvertently loosening the tie as the stiff organ plunged in and out of his mouth.

Wicked eyes met Orochimaru’s and they shared a look. Kabuto had only wanted to see the arrogant man endure domination and humiliation. He wanted to get back to the party soon. Besides, the video camera in the corner by the dog’s bed would allow him to relive the Uchiha’s torment in its entirety later.

He nodded to his superior and they both began thrusting into the Uchiha in unison, pushing their dicks into him and pulling out at the same time. Orochimaru had gone from using his dick shallowly on the Uchiha to just resting his cock fully inside his ass; Kabuto felt the man beneath them moan around his dick and realized with a derisive laugh that the proud Uchiha was going to cum from being face-fucked. “Does it feel good to have a thick dripping dick sliding in between your lips?” He swiftly yanked the hair tie the rest of the way out and doubled it up before reaching down and slipping it up Uchiha’s cock and behind his balls: an effective makeshift cock ring. “Does my hot jizz taste good?” Both fuckers laughed as the arrogant man they were thrusting into whined at the restriction.

“I guess our cock-slut doesn’t like that very much.” Kabuto was nearly done, but couldn’t help playing with Itachi a little more. “What do you think, should I come in your mouth… or on your face?”Itachi made an indecipherable noise. Kabuto pulled out so he could speak. “yess… cummy facial...” The voices in his thoughts supplied.

Seeing his rival acting like a whore brought Kabuto over the edge, and he let his load blow over the pretty face he hated. “Ahhh.” He sighed contentedly. Itachi felt even fuzzier, like he was becoming more drunk instead of less. Befuddled, he tried to eat the jizz his tongue could reach, even licking the leftover drips off the head. Kabuto gave Itachi a last pat on the head, avoiding the spunk that had landed in his silky hair. “Thanks for begging for my cum on your face like a dirty whore.”

Kabuto happily pulled his clothes back on while trying not to get turned on again from watching Orochimaru fuck the Uchiha. “mmm… yeah… harder… I want to be fucked so hard…” The older man smiled at him over his shoulder as he left. The last thing he heard before he shut the door to return to the party was Itachi moaning “fuck me.”

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“Ohhh…. your big… hard cock… fucking me…. fill me… with your hot cum…. Ohhh…. Harder… mmmm… I’m your bitch… oh please… yeeessss… fuck me just like that…” He repeated what the voice in his head was saying. This sort of sex didn’t feel all terrible, mostly weird.

Orochimaru loved the tightness of this man’s ass. He loved being the one to take a boy’s ass virginity. He told Itachi that, thrusting as hard and fast as he could. He let the horny student beg for it a bit more before shooting his seed into the Uchiha with a loud groan.

He pulled out and collapsed next to the man who was still panting. He remained on all fours, barely able to keep himself up. “Touch me,” he begged, turning his head to face Orochimaru. His long hair covered about half of his face, but Orochimaru could see that he looked more drugged than he should have been. Maybe they had overdosed him, had miscalculated his capacity? “Please… ” Orochimaru smiled, about ready for another go regardless. Itachi was still talking and still erect, so the drugs weren’t enough to damage him seriously. Probably.

“I need to go to the bathroom so I’ll have to leave you alone for a minute.”

“Alone?”

He loved causing the pain he saw on the Uchiha’s face. A wicked idea was forming in his head as he saw his dog shift uncomfortably in the corner of the room, erect but obediently adhering to his master’s every order.

“Nooo… please, I need to cum so bad right now… I need a dick in me… it’s the only way I can come.” These words didn’t feel right in his mouth- why was he listening to himself? Or something like that.

Brushing his long hair back over his shoulder, the elder man smiled, immensely pleased. This moaning slut next him was like an entirely new person. Orochimaru was now completely sure he could get Itachi to do what he was thinking.

“Well, my dog over there is pretty horny… look how his thick red cock is out… all hard and wet just from watching you with my cock up your ass… watching me fuck my bitch the way he fucks his bitches.” Itachi shuddered which the wicked teacher deduced to mean he wanted it. Oh yeah, this kid was such a closet-slut. “So you can either let my dog fuck you… or swallow some of my piss.”

He was terribly horny but he was also really tired so he told his mouth to say ‘neither’ and follow it with a ‘fuck off’. The drugs used his lips and tongue and teeth to pronounce the word “both.”

Orochimaru was speechless for just a moment. He smirked. “You know how this works… if you want something, bitch, you need to ask for it properly.” He motioned his dog over, and it sat behind Itachi, waiting for more orders. It panting breaths caressed Itachi’s ass, arousing the younger man even more than he’d thought possible.

“I want anything you’ll give me… and I want your dog to do me, too.” He pushed his ass back towards the dog. If the older man hadn’t needed to piss, the look in Itachi’s dilated eyes would have had him harder than he’d been since he’d seen Sasuke’s cute little virgin ass ‘accidentally’ in the boy’s bathroom at school.

Orochimaru knelt in front of Itachi, giving his dog the ok to enter the slut on his master’s bed. While his dog thrust into him roughly over and over; he let his head tilt back and let loose his golden stream onto Itachi’s face. “That’s it, you dirty slut… drink it down…” The boy was groaning as the older man’s bitterly sour piss cleaned off some of the jizz his classmate had left behind, the tip slipping into his mouth every time the dog fucked him harshly forward.

Degradation meant nothing- absolutely nothing when the toxic mix of alcohol and powerful aphrodisiacs invaded his every system at this level. The hard, quick thrusts were causing him to leak precum even through his restraint, and the huge dick opened him up making the fucking the dog was giving him hurt in a not unpleasant way. He greedily swallowed down the scalding piss that landed in his mouth; it tasted nasty and so acrid but he swallowed all the same. The yellow stream slacked off, and Orochimaru made sure to get the last drops in the boy’s hair.

Orochimaru barely let Itachi catch his breath before he entered that heat again and began fucking his mouth. “Unnn… you slutty bitch…” Itachi was being rocked back and forth, both holes filled with hot leaking cocks. The dog was nearly done with Itachi’s ass; it was thrusting very fast into the slutty human. “After my dog is done… ah… fucking you like the bitch you are… unn, yeah… he’s gonna fuck… this hot mouth… yeah… and you’ll get to suck that big red cock… that you love so much… ahhh…” he spilled spurts of salty semen into Itachi’s mouth. The boy gulped it down as it filled his throat and attempted to block his airway.

Now that his mouth was free of cock, Itachi choked until he speak again. Once clear, his moans turned into words he couldn’t keep his mouth from saying. “YESSS… uhhnnn… fuck me faster… ahh… please… more…” Orochimaru waited until his dog was about to come before pulling off the cock ring. “Right there... your jizz… AAAHHHHH!!!!” Itachi finally came with a scream. It was outrageous and intense, and Orochimaru was happy that he’d done this. He would have preferred to play with Sasuke, but since they hadn’t once called Itachi by his first name and the boys looked so much alike anyway, he could still use the tape to jack off later. Too bad his other dog was at the vet.

“Blow him, slut.” Release seemed to have help Itachi regain some sense, because he weakly shook his head ’no’. Orochimaru frowned and held the younger man’s head still and mouth open as his dog slid his cock in. “Suck that long hard doggy-cock that just fucked your ass.” The younger man did as he was told.

“Good boy.” Itachi cleaned off all the remnants of spunk from his last orgasm as the dog harshly plunged his doggy dick in and out of Itachi’s mouth. “Spreading your legs for a dog… letting a dog come inside you… how undignified.” He had a great close-up view of Itachi’s pink, swollen lips wrapped around his dog’s dick. “What a shameful person you’ve become.”

Itachi moaned at the feel of the hairy testicles slapping him in the face and the dog came then with a strained bark. Orochimaru watched, fascinated, as Itachi was forced to swallow load after load of his dog’s cum. When he wasn’t swallowing fast enough, the dog pulled out and pumped his jizz all over Itachi’s face. “That’s it, bitch… take it from my dog. Just when I thought you couldn’t debase yourself further.” He jeered.

Itachi couldn’t believe it, but having the dog’s delicious jizz in his mouth got him erect again. And then when he started blowing his loads of hot spunk all over his face to his shame he came, hips fucking the air, trying to smother his moans in the mattress. His whole body was quivering, and he knew there was no way alcohol alone could do this to him. Still, his mind wasn’t quite able to process the implications with the sensory overload to deal with.

He felt himself on the absolute edge of passing out when the dog began shooting something else onto his hair, face, cheeks, neck and chest. It was urinating on him. He heard Orochimaru laughing next him and the hot, pungent stream seemed to go on forever. “I guess you can lower yourself even further. Who knew?”

Orochimaru wasn’t hard, but he still had some waste left in him so he pushed his cock up Itachi’s spasming ass just enough to empty the rest of his bladder. Darkness overcame him before the tears could exit his eyes.

Orochimaru and his dog looked at each other for a moment. He quickly checked Itachi’s vitals and that his breathing passages were clear; it would be pain in the ass to deal with the police if he ended up dead. Satisfied that the receptacle of his lust would live- and hopefully be fuzzy on details like who and what, he turned Itachi on his side. That way if he threw up, even in his sleep, he wouldn’t suffocate. He was just so damn thoughtful lately!

Then the master motioned to his dog to follow him, and they both went into the adjoining bathroom to clean up, leaving the thoroughly fucked college student to sleep in filth. Orochimaru turned off the camcorder; he didn’t know the full extent of the side effects but it was worth it. After all, even if the boy remembered he’d be too ashamed to say anything and not powerful to try revenge.

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Just before the crack of dawn, Sasuke woke up. He was a light sleeper and his window was open so he heard the car pulling into his driveway. Worried that his brother was getting home so early (or late), he leapt out of bed and raced to the window anxiously. His brother had gotten a ride to the party last night, but this was a different vehicle- a dark red van that he was sure he’d seen somewhere before. He was going to ignore it and go to bed, for surely even Itachi’s wildest parties didn’t last this long, but when the person stepped out of the driver’s seat he would have sworn then and there that it was his English teacher.

But that didn’t quite make sense, did it? He instinctively hid behind the curtain and watched some guy with silver hair get out of the passenger side. It wasn’t until the man turned to say something to his companion as they tried to pull a dark form out of the back of the van that it clicked in young Sasuke’s mind. That man with the silver hair and glasses was Orochimaru’s student teacher this semester. His name was something weird, it had always made him think of ancient bugs. Or was that an ancient bug Pokémon? He decided whatever they were doing could wait until later when his brain was more capable of handling this nonsense. If this was actually happening anyway.

And he settled himself in bed again, dozing lightly, when the doorbell rang. As tempted as he was to ignore it, apparently his teacher was at the door and while Sasuke found himself groggy in the morning, Itachi could be like the devil if someone woke him before he wanted to get up. So he dragged himself back out of bed and down the stairs to the front door.

Through the fogged glass he couldn’t see anyone; maybe they got tired of waiting for him and left. He opened the door anyway just in case his sleepy mind missed them and almost screamed when a body seated against the door fell inside the doorway. The figure didn’t move; it had dark clothes and a black sweatshirt with the hood covering its face. Sasuke backed up a few steps, more than a little horrified but then tripped over his shoes and when he fell hard on his butt he watched the person’s sweatshirt hood fall away and saw his brother’s unconscious face.

With a gasp he crawled to his brother’s side and cradled his head on his lap, panicking a bit. Itachi rarely drank but could his liquor well enough; yet if someone challenged Itachi his competitive spirit and need to be the best would push him to his limits. Fortunately, though, he could feel a pulse at his brother’s jugular. He winced at the smell. His brother was very hygienic so something must have happened to him beyond his control.

Tenderly Sasuke brought him the rest of the way into the house. He checked to see if the van was still in the driveway; it wasn’t but he could hear the blood red van tearing off down their street and around the corner. Sasuke slammed their front door with a nauseating mix of disgust and hatred.

Itachi groaned from the floor and Sasuke went to his side instantly. His brother was not quite awake but definitely on his way there. As gently as he could Sasuke carried his beloved older brother up the stairs and straight into the bathroom. Itachi did little more than stir, so Sasuke got a hot bath started with plenty of soap and began stripping his brother, never making any sudden or careless movements.

As he unveiled more of Itachi, strange marks- almost like claw marks- came into view, as well as several bruises that had begun to appear. Maybe he’d gotten into a fight? But over what? Itachi was competitive, not aggressive. He checked his brother’s temperature, which seemed normal, and got him into the bathtub to clean him.

Regardless of the details, Sasuke was sure of one thing. Whoever hurt his brother would pay.


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