Dance With the Devil

Authors: KeairaxSeiaa & Wasurenaikara
Title: Dance with the Devil
Warnings: Boy-love, brotherly love, spoilers up to the recent manga chapters involving the Uchiha, non-con, angst.
Rating: NC-17 (In this chapter. @_@ Whee.)
Characters: Primarily Sasuke and Itachi.
Pairings: Mmm, ItaSasu.
Summary: Itachi is captured by Danzou and scheduled to be executed. Unable to handle the idea of his revenge being stolen from him, Sasuke confronts his brother and stumbles upon a great deal more than he bargained for. This is a story of hope and despair, of being beyond redemption and knowing you can never go home again.


Chapter Two: Finding What's Wrong

Sasuke felt his heart freeze in his chest. He cried out as his neck was roughly exposed, instinctively disliking the position. He realized, dazedly, that he'd still been hoping for some way out of this, and that he finally knew there wasn't any. Maybe some part of him had even believed, after everything, that Itachi wouldn't actually go through with it. That, as warped as his brother was, not even he was capable of this. That there had to be some form of affection for Sasuke left somewhere inside of him.

He was very suddenly aware of just how wrong he'd been. He began to struggle again, thrashing desperately beneath Itachi as the tears flowed freely, now. There was no hope, but he wouldn't let it happen without a fight. He wouldn't just submit to this; he would always remember, if nothing else, that he fought.

Itachi pressed something cold and sharp against Sasuke's exposed throat, drawing a thin line of blood as Sasuke thrashed beneath him, digging the weight of his body into Sasuke as he did.

"Shhh..." he whispered, grip in Sasuke's hair tightening. "Be a good boy for me, little brother. I don't know what happens when I kill someone within my Tsukiyomi, and I would hate to find out through you."

Even as he spoke, without waiting for Sasuke to comply, he shifted so that his leg pressed between Sasuke's, putting pressure there just short of being painful. It was a fine line, Itachi had learned over the years, between pain and pleasure. If he was careful enough, he could erase that line altogether.

Sasuke gasped and struggled to free his hands, the bindings on his wrists drawing blood just as Itachi's had back in his cell. Itachi's hand was tight in his hair, so tight that each small struggle sent slight shocks of pain through his scalp, but Sasuke knew that this pain was nothing to what was coming. And the pressure against his groin was too close to being pleasurable... if he struggled, it hurt, and pain he could handle.

"You will want me," Itachi murmured, voice subdued and yet still filled with dark promises as he let the kunai drop, unwilling to do any real damage to Sasuke's body when it was only their very first day together. They had more time than that, after all. Instead he brought his lips to the wound and neatly lapped the smeared trail of blood away, breath hot against Sasuke's throat.

"Perhaps not just yet, but before I return you to your own body, you will want me. The things I show you here will be the things only I can give you, and they will die with me," Itachi went on to say, words whispered against Sasuke's very skin. "Perhaps then... Perhaps you will miss me."

"Never," Sasuke whispered shakily, putting every ounce of hatred he could manage into his words. "I'll be glad when you're dead, even if I don't get to do it myself." He didn't know, even now, whether or not the words were true, but he would spit every last bit of cruelty he had into Itachi's face if it could keep him sane through this.

Hurt passed through Itachi's expression, but Sasuke had no way of seeing it before Itachi was smiling again. "Perhaps," he murmured as he sat up a little, "that is for the best."

Then he slid down Sasuke to provide him with pleasure that even his unwilling body could not deny. Thumbs hooking the elastic of Sasuke's underwear, Itachi stripped him of even that, fully exposing him. There was a flood of some distant relative of relief in Itachi as he found Sasuke at least vaguely aroused. Even after the pain, despite the humiliation and how disgusted with Itachi Sasuke was, his body was losing its ability to resist.

But there was much more to be done.

"You've developed well, little brother," he praised as he brought his hand over Sasuke's newly exposed flesh, squeezing gently, eyes Sharingan red and fixed on his brother's face.

Sasuke tried to remain detached, but another sharp inhalation gave him away. He twisted his hips, trying to move them away from Itachi's touch even as his body begged to be closer. He could feel his arousal growing, the shame of it deepening the flush on his cheeks. He kept reminding himself that this wasn't real, it wasn't real, he would come out of this, back in the real world, still a virgin, his brother never having touched his actual body.

A shudder shook Itachi's shoulders as he drew in a sharp breath as well, so sweet was the sight of Sasuke reacting to his touch. He could see the denial beneath Sasuke's enthralling expression, see the way his mind tried to take him somewhere else and remind him that this was not really happening, able to read all of Sasuke's predictable defense mechanisms with ease. He couldn't allow that. This was all the time he had left in the world, and he was not about to allow his brother to spend it with anyone but him.

"You don't consider this real, do you?" Itachi voiced lightly as he gave Sasuke another squeeze, then began to, instead, stroke slowly. "Believe me, little brother. This is real. When you fall into someone else's bed, however soon or distant that may be, his touch will always be shadowed by my touch. Her touch will never feel right. This may not be your body that I am violating, but this is undeniably your mind. There is nothing more intimate than that."

Sasuke squeezed his eyes shut, fresh tears spilling down his cheeks as the truth of Itachi's words hit home, the very real, undeniable pleasure proving the truth of Itachi's words. Whether his actual body had been touched or not, he would always remember this feeling as more real than if it had physically happened. Itachi's soft breath, the exquisite feeling of his brother's elegant fingers wrapped so firmly around his length, nothing would ever feel like this, and Sasuke would never be able to forget it.

"...Hate you..." he gasped, the words choked with tears.

Somehow, those words made Itachi smile. That he could drive his unmovable brother to tears so simply, so quickly. He could take comfort in that fact. That he was still the only one who had been able to work himself so deeply into Sasuke, that Sasuke was still so emotionally invested in him. Once, long ago, Sasuke had loved him enough and trusted him enough to open his young, naive little heart as he did. The hate in Sasuke's voice now was testament enough that Itachi knew he could now go quietly into the night.

"You haven't begun to hate me yet, little brother," Itachi murmured, unable to entirely keep the affection out of his voice. He wasn't worried. Surely, as with everything else thus far, Sasuke would misread that as well.

Sasuke caught the slight bit of affection and was further stung by it. This was a trick, another fake version of Itachi meant to hurt him further by his seeming sincerity. Itachi was nothing but cruelty and pain. He was driving this fact further home even now. "...Stop..."

Hearing that last, desperate cry, Itachi found himself almost hesitating. The fact that Sasuke was still asking him to stop meant that he was not beyond hope yet, meant that even if Sasuke was unaware of it, deep down there was something in him that still thought Itachi was not cruel enough to finish this. This revelation cut Itachi deeply, and the sudden pain was very nearly enough to cause Itachi pause.

But he had come too far.

The point of this was to crush all that was left in Sasuke that had faith in him. This was the person he had become, had been forced to become by his village, after all. He was far past denying it. Now all he could do was be it, take advantage of it. All his life he had done nothing but sacrifice himself. He needed something to hold onto, and Sasuke was all there was, all there had ever been.

But now he did not trust himself to hold the act, badly as he wanted to see Sasuke's face as he was taken for the first time. He did not want to betray himself with some show of emotion, some expression of fondness or love or grief, and so he reached out and unbound Sasuke's wrists. Then, without pause, he forced his brother onto his hands and knees and neglected to tie him down again. He wanted to see what Sasuke would do. Leaning over his brother, Itachi picked up where he left off, pressing kisses against the back of Sasuke's neck as he did.

Sasuke's body shuddered, demanding that he stay still, enjoy the attention Itachi was lavishing on him, but Sasuke ignored those demands and curled his fingers in the sheets for leverage as he attempted to scramble away from his brother. It didn't matter, he knew that - this was Itachi's world and if he wanted Sasuke right back on the bed then that was where Sasuke would be - but Itachi could only hold Tsukiyomi for so long, and if he could manage to keep this from happening, put it off until his brother's chakra was drained... that was his only chance.

Faster than the eye could follow, Itachi's hand twisted around the back of Sasuke's hair and jerked him violently back. He pulled Sasuke back, then forced him back down against the bed, grinding Sasuke's cheek hard into the pillow. Leaning down, Itachi whispered very, very quietly into Sasuke's ear, voice softly lethal.

"Don't force me to punish you, little brother. Do not presume that I cannot make it worse for you than this."

Sasuke's shuddering breaths puffed against the sheets, his muscles still tensed to make a run for it. His scalp ached, but he knew that was nothing. "L-Let go of me," he growled, the slight tremor in his voice giving away his panic. He couldn't shut Itachi out, he couldn't pretend this wasn't real... he had to put it off as long as possible.

"I won't. I have waited for this a very long time, Sasuke, and if you refuse to stop running, then..." Sighing, Itachi bound Sasuke's hands again, then tangled his hand in the back of Sasuke's hair once more so that Sasuke had no slack at all to attempt to squirm away. His free hand found the waistband of his own pants then, pulling them down only enough to free his arousal from its increasingly too-tight confines. It shamed even him a little to know that Sasuke's struggling and his tears and his repeated begging for Itachi to stop this had still left him lusting for his brother as deeply as it did, but this was past the time for regrets.

Though things like preparation and proper lubrication mattered very little on a world where physics depended on Itachi's whims, he wanted this experience to be whole for Sasuke, and so he pulled Sasuke's head back a little and forced his index finger between his brother's pliant lips.

"Suck," he ordered, "unless you'd rather me change my mind about preparing you first."

Regardless of what Sasuke chose to do, Itachi did not intend to allow his first time to hurt badly, but he had no qualms against allowing it to be less than comfortable.

Sasuke wanted nothing more than to bite down on that finger, but he'd accepted, finally, that this was going to happen no matter what he did. His arms bound once again above his head, Itachi's free hand in his hair the only thing keeping his face from being pressed into the pillow... these things proved to him just how helpless he really was. This was going to happen. It was up to him how much it hurt. That was the last bit of control he had left.

And so he sucked. He ran his tongue around the finger, getting it as wet as possible while attempting to make the act as non-sexual as he could manage.

Even despite his best efforts, though, it was his determination that Itachi found himself attracted to, that inextinguishable defiance. That was his baby brother, refusing to break, refusing to give in, as he ever had. It was beautiful to behold, if only Itachi could tell him that.

When Itachi deemed Sasuke's work sufficient, he brought his hand away, finding Sasuke's entrance with it before it had the chance to dry. Then, pressing a soft kiss to Sasuke's shoulder blade, then another to the nape of his neck, Itachi pressed the finger in, slowly but steadily, not stopping until he was buried to the third knuckle.

A whimper left Sasuke's lips and his cheeks flamed in embarrassment. He ducked his head as much as Itachi's grip in his hair would allow, shoulders shaking with suppressed sobs. It was unpleasant, but not horribly so. He almost wished that it was. His last bit of control was over how much this hurt him, but at the same time he thought that somehow, pain would make this more bearable. "Nngh..."

The sounds that escaped Sasuke made Itachi shiver, breath catching in his throat as he had to pause a moment to collect himself. This was so close to perfect, if only... If only the circumstances were different. If only Sasuke knew. If only Sasuke wanted him.

...but those were all very dangerous thoughts to have, and so Itachi shook himself free of them and abruptly pulled his finger back out. Perhaps, through what they were about to do, Sasuke would understand what absence truly felt like. That however horrible and vile Itachi had always been, he had filled a very fundamental part of Sasuke that Sasuke would not understand to miss until he was gone.

Giving Sasuke but a moment to catch his breath, Itachi worked the finger in again, this time faster than before.

Sasuke's body rocked forward a little, his fists clenched above the bindings around his wrists. This felt so personal, so intimate, his face was flaming in shame at the knowledge, the feeling of what his brother was doing. He tugged against Itachi's hold in his hair, trying to press his face against the pillow, biting his bottom lip until it bled in order to suppress further noises.

Catching the faint scent of Sasuke's blood lingering in the air, Itachi forced Sasuke's head back until he spotted the source. The sight of it made his heart briefly still in his chest. It was Sasuke's expression, the still-wet trails of his tears. It was the humiliation underscored by enduring defiance. It was the vividly red of his blood splashed against his lips. For a moment, Itachi's even forgot to breathe.

Then he shut his eyes briefly and brought their lips together once more in a hungry kiss, tasting Sasuke's tears and blood passing between them. Even as he held the kiss, he worked a second finger into Sasuke perhaps a little bit hastily, almost unthinkingly, now driven by nearly desire alone.

Sasuke cried out into the kiss, the second finger hurting more than the first had. While the first had merely been uncomfortable, the second brought with it a burning pain that had surprised him into reaction. His body's instinct was to tense up again, but that only made the pain worse and he tried to focus on relaxing his muscles, glad to have a distraction from his brother's lips. The way Itachi kissed him, the feeling of his once-beloved brother's lips pressed against his - he didn't want to think about what that forced him to feel.

Itachi ran his tongue over Sasuke's closed lips, taking one last taste of him before he drew back, able to feel how utterly wrong this all was through almost everything they did. That kiss they just shared had been little more than a mockery of one, and he was hurting Sasuke more than was strictly necessary preparing him because... Itachi could make excuses, he knew. That Sasuke would never accept him, least of all that way. That Sasuke would never truly want this with him. It was all true, but... That was only half of it. Itachi could not deny how Sasuke's choked, pained cry just now had made his face flush and pulse quicken.

All these long years had conditioned him to love his brother's pain, that beautiful, tormented look in his eyes, almost as much as he loved his brother himself.

It was because of that guilty, sadistic pleasure that Itachi did not allow Sasuke enough time to adjust before he began moving his fingers rhythmically, slowly at first but gradually quickening. Itachi was beginning to lose his patience for this, his sanity worn away by the sound of Sasuke's voice.

If only... If only Sasuke would call him brother as he once had.

Sasuke was panting, now, his cheek against the pillow as he gasped his pain into the relative silence of Itachi's room. He opened his eyes a little and distantly found it strange that he could see the sparse furnishings that belonged solely to his brother's room, a place which had once been his favorite in the entire world. This room had born witness to many of his firsts - his adoration of Itachi had resulted in his first words in this room, his first steps... and now it housed another first. He would have laughed if it all didn't hurt so much.

It was soon after that Itachi's patience gave out and he withdrew his fingers completely, his own breaths coming in shallow and hard as he positioned himself, shuddering deeply as his arousal brushed against Sasuke for the first time. He guided himself with one hand and gripped Sasuke's slender hip tightly with the other to hold him steady, then thrust in with as much restraint as he could muster.

Sasuke hadn't been expecting it so soon, nor had he expected the sharp burst of pain which came with it.

He screamed.

He hadn't meant to, hadn't ever thought he would, but the anguished sound was forced out of him by Itachi's movement. There was no time to be ashamed of the lapse in control, either. All he could manage was to curl his fingers into his palms, lips still parted in the aftermath of his scream, dark eyes barely open and wet with fresh tears which were now soaking into the pillow.

It might have been the scream that finally broke Itachi, made him hold his beloved baby brother down against the bed and violate him with such violence that soon Itachi could feel the blood trickling down Sasuke's thighs and staining the sheets. That sound was almost exactly as it had been then, when the child his brother had once been sobbed and begged for him to stop torturing him. Itachi had not stopped then, and he did not stop now.

Sasuke belonged to him. He would not let anything ever change that. Itachi knew his name would be cursed through history until time forgot him, but that was fine. As long as he branded himself into Sasuke's very soul, history could remember him however it pleased.

Sasuke couldn't hold back anymore. Pained cries left his lips with no restraint, his only focus on somehow getting through this, not letting his mind wander back to when he had loved Itachi, when Itachi had smiled at him and it had been so real...

"...A-Ani... ki..."

At the sound of that single word, the voice that carried it so breathless and broken, every muscle in Itachi's body tensed, and his breath came in as a single, sharp gasp. He choked on it, shuddering as he came still buried inside of his brother. He very nearly lost control of his Tsukiyomi at the moment of climax, holding onto it through instinct alone as he released Sasuke to crawl into bed next to him, very, very carefully gathering his brother into his arms.

The thoughts in Itachi's head were scattered, fractured and broken by a strong spell of vertigo. Now that it was over, he could not quite believe what he had just done to the person who had once always called him 'aniki' in that sweet, precious voice.

But he hadn't had a choice. The village had always, always backed him into a corner until violence was all he had left to give.

Sasuke stayed huddled into his brother's arms, still too much in shock and pain to push away. He simply rested there, smaller body shuddering, his breaths quick and uneven as a few choked sobs continued to escape him. He could feel blood and Itachi's release wet on his thighs and the realization made his breaths speed further in a panic that he didn't even really understand. He pressed his face against his brother's chest, if for no other reason than to hide his stupid panic as he hyperventilated.

Silently, Itachi stroked Sasuke's back as comfortingly as he could manage, hands trembling slightly as he did. He found himself praying that Sasuke would pass out soon, for both their sakes. He didn't understand why he was allowing himself to hold Sasuke this way right now, trying to make the things he had done somehow better. There was no making anything better, not ever. He knew that. So why...?

Despite his thoughts, his hands did not stop rubbing his brother's small back. Distantly, he thought he heard singing coming from somewhere, some vaguely familiar song carried in by the wind. He didn't realize it was him, humming a lullaby from long ago, back when Sasuke's nightmares were healed by his brother rather than caused by them.

The familiar song broke through to Sasuke, somehow, and ever so slowly he was able to calm his breathing until he was taking slow, shaking breaths. His body continued to shudder, but he was himself again - or as close as he could be at the moment. But the exertion and the fear and the pain were all too much, and he found himself losing consciousness, strangely comforted by the sound of Itachi's humming.

Itachi waited until he was sure that Sasuke was asleep before he shut his own eyes, drawing in a deep, shuddering breath as a few of his own tears escaped his eyes. Then he pulled Sasuke a little bit closer and let himself pretend, for the moment, that everything was fine between them. That this was back then, and in the morning he could sneak an extra cookie into the lunch their mother packed for Sasuke before innocently leaving to train. That there was Sasuke to come home to, to tease, to cherish, to help hide his vegetables in a napkin and quietly dispose of them before their father could see.

The sheets beneath them were dry and pristine again, because Itachi did not want the lingering smell of blood and sex to follow him into his sleep. Somehow, though, try as he might, he could not erase the feeling from his skin.

Sasuke awoke what felt like hours later. He remembered instantly what had happened, partly because of the dull, empty feeling in his chest, but mostly because of the dull, aching feeling elsewhere.

But he was warm. It was nice until he realized why. Itachi's arms, wrapped loosely around him; he nearly panicked, and then mentally admonished himself for the reaction. He wasn't some traumatized girl. He'd cried enough for a lifetime, he wasn't about to embarrass himself further.

He shoved Itachi's arms away and sat up, glancing around for the remnants of the clothes that Itachi had cut off of him earlier. They were nowhere to be found. Perfect. Clothes or not, he could at least try to get away while Itachi was still out. He couldn't leave Tsukiyomi, obviously, but he could possibly get a good distance away from Itachi within the world that his brother had created.

Unfortunately, being shoved had a tendency to wake Itachi up, being someone who had lived most of his life on the run. He sat up, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand rather sleepily, and glanced over at Sasuke. It was all he could to do keep himself from flushing at guilt over what he had done. Instead he managed something like a very empty stare and sat up to go to his closet for a change of clothes.

"Your clothes are in your room, Sasuke," he informed quietly as he went about picking out something to wear. "The bathroom is where you remember it to be too, if you want to wash up. I'm going to go make breakfast."

He said nothing to forbid Sasuke from trying to escape, mostly because there was nowhere to escape to. This house was all that he had forged in this illusion, and all the doors and windows only led straight back in again.

Sasuke found himself unable to look at his brother, and the weakness only made him angrier. "I'm not eating anything you make," he snapped, unwilling to get out of the bed until Itachi had left the room. He hated this new... hesitance he felt. As if anything he did could somehow make it happen again, and he wouldn't be able to survive it a second time.

He hated being weak.

"What else do you propose we do with our remaining time?" Itachi asked lightly, sounding unconcerned as he settled on a black shirt and matching pants. He was hoping that Sasuke wouldn't call him on his bluff. He was about as ready to repeat last night as Sasuke was, but he was fine with that remaining privileged knowledge.

Sasuke stiffened almost instantly, then got sharply to his feet. The movement sent a jolt of pain up his spine, but he was used to pain. "Fine. We'll eat." He left the room with as little limp as he could manage, remembering perfectly the way to the bathroom. If this was the game Itachi wanted to play, fine. He could deal with that.

But he would be getting something out of it, too.