Drowning

A/N: Ok, first of all, this thing doesn't really cross the line between consensual and non consensual but it does trample the hell out of it. Just to be safe I tagged the hell out of it with warnings. If you read the first part then you will remember that Sasuke does indeed like having sex with Itachi and they are in fact in a committed relationship, and Itachi knows this. However, Itachi is a sick fuck and I make absolutely no apologies for his actions. While this is not exactly n/c it sure the hell isn't fluffy, so if you think that might be a turn off for you I would suggest you leave now...

Still here? Ok then, strap in and prepare for a bumpy ride.


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So, back for more are you?

Well, if you still can’t decide whether or not Sasuke’s insanity happened before or after the death of his parents, perhaps we should go back to a more basic question- is Sasuke really insane? However, while this question simplifies things in one way, it complicates them in another. This is definitely a question that deserves a lot of discussion, but really it all boils down to one thing- do you believe him or not?

The quick, and probably the correct, answer to that should be ‘no.’ So far the only person who’s ever believed Sasuke was Itachi. The endless pill bottles of heavy sedatives, anti-hallucinogenic, and anti- psychotic drugs said his doctors and psychiatrists didn’t believe him. Even his parents hadn’t believed him before they died (Oops… just gave myself away didn’t I- ok, you got me, all this started long before his parents died)

Although, may I say in my defense (and for that a brief digression is in order) that the beginning of all this was very much different from what Sasuke experienced now. In the beginning the ‘others’ were so benevolent. Sometimes they would ask him for things, but mostly they just wanted to know what happened to them. So Sasuke would explain it to them. But after the death of his parents things took a darker turn.

The ‘others’ began to make demands of him. They began to show him their memories. They began to torture him. He began to have psychotic breakdowns. The courts ordered him to seek professional help. His episodes became more frequent, but the meds dulled the pain.

Except for Itachi, no one believed Sasuke. And some days Sasuke didn’t believe himself. There were days when he admitted to himself that he was as crazy as everyone kept telling him he was, and that none of it was real. On those days Sasuke would take his pills, but only on those days, because Itachi never made him take them if he didn’t want to. He believed in Sasuke even when he didn’t believe in himself.

But I suppose I should tell you the whole story and that way you can decide for yourself if our little Sasuke should be a bit more diligent with the pills. They are there to protect him from himself, because after all, Sasuke will forever be his own worst enemy.

To put it simply, Sasuke sees ghosts, or thinks he does, or however you want to put it. Depending on exactly what medical condition you think he has, some make the distinction, but really it’s all the same thing. We’ll get into psychology later, but for now we’ll just refer to these events as hallucinations or ‘visions’ if we’re talking from Sasuke’s point of view. And while we’re talking Sasuke’s terminology, ‘others’ is his word, not mine. But there’s really nothing better to call them, so we’ll stick with that. He also classifies these ‘others’ based on what he thinks they want from him. We’ll talk specifics later, but for now just remember that he calls some of them ‘watchers,’ some ‘seekers,’ and some of them are ‘tormenters’

Can you see how difficult it is to just totally dismiss these hallucinations? They’re incredibly detailed, well thought out and analyzed, and frighteningly consistent. Some are more intense than others, but all share the same basic elements and it makes you want to believe him so badly.

But one has to remember that most patients who suffer from detailed and repetitive hallucinations are usually good manipulators as well. They’re so good at convincing themselves that what they’re seeing is real and that they’re not crazy, that it becomes easier to convince those that care about them of the same thing.

And here is where we should get back to Sasuke’s diagnosis. The most common diagnoses is paranoid schizophrenia, and that certainly seems to be the most applicable. Patients with this particular mental disorder often experience hallucinations and altered perceptions that affect all five senses, making them feel shockingly real. They also tend to experience bouts of severe depression and extreme withdrawal between hallucinations. That certainly applies to our little Sasu doesn’t it?

But there have been a few other diagnoses as well; the only other two that stand out are bipolar disorder and Dissociative Identity Disorder. We can probably throw the DID out the window, I honestly think those doctors were grasping for straws since Sasuke had remained so steadfastly resistant to treatment. But the bipolar disorder could possibly make sense if you considered that his hallucinations were the result of extreme periods of mania.

Most patients with bipolar disorder only go through periods of hypomania which is less severe and wouldn’t induce hallucinations. But occasionally patients with severe cases can actually achieve periods of mania where they hallucinate and become delusional. Although one must keep in mind it would be extremely rare for a patient to do it as often as Sasuke does.

That’s why schizophrenia is probably the correct diagnosis, although there’s no lab test that can be preformed to prove it, so we’ll just have to go with our gut on this one.

The usual treatment for a paranoid schizophrenic is a strict regimen of anti-psychotic drugs that reduce the brain’s dopamine activity. Sasuke’s been on them since the death of his parents. They help sometimes, but sometimes they only make it worse.

Although, part of that could be because he refuses to go to his therapy sessions. He only attended one in which the therapist had hinted that his obsession with his brother was a bit unhealthy, and that had been the end of that.

But either way his problem had a name, and it’s got drugs to go with it. Poor schizophrenic little Sasuke, he should definitely take his meds more regularly. Paranoid schizophrenia is nothing to play around with.

So there you go darlings, that covers diagnoses, now do you want to hear more about Sasuke’s episodes? Yes? Well alright then, I did promise earlier we’d get back to that.

For the purposes of this discussion we’ll pretend that these ‘visions’ are not just hallucinations and that everything in Sasuke’s mind is perfectly normal. It will be easier that way (I think) so I don’t have to constantly explain things as if they’re real, yet not. I guess the important thing to remember is that they’re real enough to Sasuke, and that will give them substance enough for us to discuss.

Like I said earlier, Sasuke sees ghosts, and has since he was a child. He can’t tell you when he started seeing them, because they’ve always been there. His earliest memories are of sitting awake at night and talking to people who’d been dead for years while they held his hand and promised that there were no monsters under his bed.

His parents of course had been highly concerned. They scheduled him a few therapy sessions, but fear of Sasuke’s ‘condition’ getting out and ruining his father politically as well as the fact that Sasuke didn’t seem particularly dangerous when he had his delusions prompted them to let the matter drop. Which was fine with Sasuke, in the early days the ghost were his friends anyway.

How did all of this change you wonder? Let’s start with the beginning shall we? At first the ghosts were friendly, some stuck around for a while, just hanging out with him and spending time with him. But most were simply confused, didn’t realize how they ended up dead and wanted Sasuke to answer their questions, which he dutifully did. He poured over newspaper reports and obituaries always searching for information to help the ‘others.’

It wasn’t until the girl that died in a fire showed up that Sasuke realized that there could be a darker side to this whole thing. The ‘others’ had often shared memories with him before, and while some had been a bit disturbing, none had been particularly frightening. This girl changed all that. She claimed that she remembered what happened to her, that she’d died in her home as it burned to the ground, but she needed Sasuke to tell her if her two young sisters had made it out, that the guilt and not knowing were driving her crazy.

So Sasuke had searched and searched, but he hadn’t been able to find any information at all about the fire. He couldn’t even find any information on the girl, much less her sisters. So she’d asked if seeing their faces would help him search. Sasuke had agreed that it was a good plan.

But instead of just sending him brief flashes of memory like all the ‘others’ before her had done, she’d lifted her burn-scarred hands to either side of Sasuke’s head and everything had flowed through. The flames, the terror, the heat, the smoke, the pain, all of it had come through with startling clarity.

Sasuke had almost died that day, his brother had found him on the floor pale and unconscious, the pain and fear having convinced his brain that he was dying and sending his body into shock. That was the day that everything had changed. Of course it had prompted his parents to schedule another visit to the psychiatrist, but that wasn’t what I meant.

That was the day that Sasuke realized that not all of the ‘others’ were so benevolent. He no longer viewed them as constant companions; he began to see them as a curse, a burden. He began to notice his lack of privacy, his inability to pursue his own desires. It was always about the ‘others’ and after that day he really started to hate them.

That was also the day he came up with his classifications to sort them. The ‘watchers’ were the type that just wanted to observe, just talk and spend time with him. Those were the ones he used to consider his friends, now he just viewed them as draining. Then there were the ‘seekers.’ Those were the ‘others’ that had questions for Sasuke, and while he resented the time it took to find the answers he much preferred this type of ‘other’ now because they usually left him alone once he found the information they were looking for.

But the last type didn’t start showing up until after the death of his parents.

The ‘tormentors’ are exactly what they sound like, ‘others’ who want nothing from Sasuke but to make him suffer. They send him ‘visions’ of pain and death and horror, sometimes from their own memories sometimes from their imaginations. And on occasion, some were from Sasuke’s own imagination. It was frightening how some of them could pinpoint his fears and manifest them into terrifying waking nightmares.

At first Sasuke had no defense for these ‘visions’ and the ‘tormentors’ almost always succeeded in breaking him down into a writhing, screaming mass of desperation and fear. But he’d slowly learned to deal with them. Sometimes his meds helped, other times being with Itachi kept them away. Sasuke had made a deal with the ‘others’ that they could have his attention at any time of the day or night as long as they left him alone when he was with Itachi- and most of them respected that.

But Sasuke also just got better at dealing with it. He began to understand that the ‘visions’ were exactly that, just images, they couldn’t really hurt him and so it got better. His episodes were fewer and farther between.

Except when she showed up.

Who is she? The simple answer- the bane of Sasuke’s existence. The longer version- Sasuke always calls her the lady with the red hair. Her hair isn’t actually red, it’s more than likely blonde, but she has so much dried blood in her hair it’s impossible to tell its true color, hence the red hair name. She’s never given Sasuke her real name, but her face is always on his mind.

She was the victim of a deranged serial killer, so her bright blue eyes are obscenely visible, since her eyelids were removed. The fatty parts of her cheeks were removed to be cooked with her killer’s morning breakfast. All of her teeth as well as her tongue were removed and cigarette as well as electrical burns cover every inch of her skin. Her breasts were cut off, and although he can’t see what caused the damage, dried blood cakes the inside of her thighs, having leaked out from both her vagina and anus.

If you’re wondering why she appears to Sasuke this way, you should know that Sasuke claims the ‘others’ always appear to him how they see themselves. Most of them revert back to the way they looked before their death, some older ones revert back to the way they looked in their twenties or thirties. But this woman had her eyelids cut off and was placed in front of a mirror and forced to watch every moment of her torture, the only image she can conjure of herself is the last thing she saw before she died.

So why is this one particular ‘other’ so important? Well as you can imagine from the description of her gruesome appearance, she was quite bitter about the nature of her death and the fact that her life ended before she’d done all the things she wanted to do with it. That bitterness turned to rage, and she chose to unleash it on the only outlet she had – Sasuke.

She caused him so much suffering and pain. She was the only ‘other’ who had ever managed to make him do more than see and hear his ‘visions.’ She was capable of assaulting all five senses. He could see the maggots crawling over his skin, he could hear the knife being sharpened in the background, he could smell the burnt skin, he could taste the blood in his mouth, but above all he could feel the pain.

He couldn’t fight off the ‘visions’ she sent him. He couldn’t make her go away. He couldn’t even make her leave him alone when he was with Itachi. Once she’d sent him a vision while they were fucking of Itachi with a giant hole ripped in his chest and maggots and roaches crawling out of his ears and eyes. Talk about a mood killer. And Itachi just kept right on going, oblivious to his brothers horror, and when Itachi came inside him Sasuke would have sworn it was putrefied and mixed with blood. He felt like he had bugs crawling in his intestines for weeks after that.

She’s the one ‘other’ Sasuke just can’t seem to combat.

His doctor claims that she is his brain’s representation of the fear and guilt he still harbored over the death of his parents. That Sasuke feels that he needs to be punished for watching his parents being tortured and killed, so his mind created a woman who had been tortured mercilessly and killed violently and sought to unleash that hell on Sasuke.

And of course Sasuke claimed it was all real. He’d never found any information about who she was in life or about what happened to her in death, but he never quit looking. The question is, will he ever find anything? Because after all the papers wouldn’t have any reports on the fevered imaginings of a mental patient.

So what do you think my eager little readers? Schizophrenic or tortured psychic? I’ll give you a fair warning though… feeling sympathy for him only allows him to draw you deeper into his web. Just ask Itachi.

***

Itachi loved fucking his brother when he had one of his ‘episodes.’ The confusion and terror that would distort his brother’s pretty face was an aphrodisiac for him. His brother would get so lost in his own head, that he would have no idea what was going on and the elder Uchiha could practically taste the younger’s fear and pain in the air. Holding Sasuke’s trembling frame, taking him against the nearest surface, spreading defiant thighs with his knees, trapping rebellious wrists, forcing his brother, making him suffer, all of it was a high he couldn’t get enough of.

He knew it was wrong, and he knew he was a sick fuck, but that just made it even hotter. Itachi definitely got off on taboos. Besides the only person’s opinion that mattered to him was Sasuke’s anyway and his brother was just as sick and twisted as he was.

Sasuke’s ‘episodes’ were starting to be fewer and farther between. He was taking his meds more and he was also becoming less sensitive to the ‘others.’ Even the ‘tormentors,’ as he liked to call them, were starting to bother him less and less. The only one who still made him lose control with any regularity was the redheaded woman. His younger brother claimed that she enjoyed seeing him suffer and tried almost constantly to break him down and beg for mercy.

And most times she succeeded.

Itachi could certainly sympathize with her. He loved seeing Sasuke broken and begging for mercy too. There was just nothing sexier than his brother spread out before him covered in marks made by Itachi’s hand with tears in his eyes and pleas on his lips.

But as rare as his episodes had become, Sasuke was currently in the throes of one, his second in the last three weeks. But cruel bastard that he was, Itachi wasn’t trying to figure out why he’d had two ‘episodes’ so close together, he was planning how to take advantage of it to the fullest.

His brother was currently on the floor backed into a corner, with his hands on either side of his face pulling at the skin erratically, and whimpering pitifully. His eyes were darting back and forth quickly, following something Itachi couldn’t see. He kept pushing backwards with his legs trying to move away from something that wasn’t really there, but there was nowhere to go and there was no escaping the ‘others’ when he got like this.

The older Uchiha watched with critical eyes taking in as many details as possible as Sasuke’s whimpering became louder and more frightened and he tried to push himself further into the corner. There were already red lines and faint traces of blood running down his brother’s arms where the younger Uchiha had tried to fight and tear something off himself fitfully. He’d also been tearing at his hair, Itachi could still see a few bluish black strands clinging and curled around his pale, trembling fingers.

All in all, his brother looked insanely fuckable.

He’d been watching his brother for about thirty minutes and his lover was radiating fear and confusion and a helpless vulnerability that acted like an aphrodisiac to the older Uchiha. Itachi was so fucking turned on he was leaking, he wouldn’t be able to control himself much longer. Thank God Sasuke was so out of it. He never wanted his brother to find out just how much he affected him. Itachi’s emotions and desires were private, two things he wasn’t willing to share completely, even with Sasuke.

Itachi moved forward then and grabbed Sasuke’s wrists in a punishing grip that was sure to frighten Sasuke even further. Loving the feel of the tender skin and small bones in his grip, Itachi tightened his grip even further on the shaking appendages.

Sasuke’s reaction was instant. He jumped up and tried to move away from the threat only he could see. Sasuke was so far gone he had no idea that it was his brother touching him.

Itachi didn’t know what Sasuke was seeing, but it must have been terrifying, because Sasuke was pulling frantically at his now trapped wrists and shouting “no!” and “get away from me!” He was shaking his head and squeezing his eyes shut and Itachi couldn’t help himself anymore.

He pulled Sasuke against him firmly and let him feel the hard cock that was straining against the front of his jeans. Pleasure spiked through him at the contact and he smirked wickedly at his little brother despite the fact that Sasuke couldn’t see it.

Feeling the evidence of Itachi’s intentions, Sasuke’s eyes flew open and he tried to pull his hips away from his brother’s with only minimal success. “No…please don’t…” Sasuke whispered pitifully.

Itachi almost moaned at how delicious he sounded, totally ruining the whole thing. He’d learned through earlier experimentation that as soon as he made any noise- words, moans, growls- Sasuke would recognize his voice and would come out of his terrified trance.

And that was definitely not what Itachi had in mind.

He wanted the fear; he wanted the rush of taking Sasuke when he was at his most vulnerable. He wanted the resistance, the fight; he craved his brother’s pain and suffering.

He pulled his struggling, squirming brother closer and bent to nip and bite harshly at his neck. He felt the muscles under his lips bunch and move as Sasuke tossed his head and tried to work his way away from Itachi’s cruel caresses. He’d have marks tomorrow for school, but it wouldn’t be the first time, and both brothers had stopped caring a long time ago. In fact, Sasuke actually seemed to like them, and Itachi wouldn’t deny that there was definitely some appeal to seeing his brother wearing his marks like the obedient pet he was.

His brother already wore a permanent mark of his commitment to Itachi, a tattoo that looked like a gnarled knot of thorny vines and chain but had Itachi’s name artfully woven in. Only the two of them knew where to find the hidden design, but it was definitely a sign of ownership. But his slutty little brother also wanted the more temporary kind of mark, the kind he could wear a v-neck tee the next day to show off. And who was Itachi to deny his kinky little minx? He wanted everyone to know who owned Sasuke’s ass anyway.

One particularly hard bite to his jugular turned Sasuke’s protests into jumbled and unintelligible whispers accompanied by the faint trembling of his body.

God, everything his bother did was just so sexy. Unable to resist Sasuke’s temptation any more, Itachi began slowly thrusting his hips against Sasuke’s smaller shaking body, gaining much needed friction for his raging erection before turning his attention back to Sasuke’s neck.

If he was going to leave marks on his brother, he wasn’t going to do it half way. He wanted every inch of his pale throat to be covered. He wanted everyone who saw his brother tomorrow to know he was owned and regularly defiled.

He continued his assault on Sasuke’s neck, all while keeping Sasuke’s body trapped against his, until it became obvious that there was too much clothing and not enough skin for him to play with. So he released his hold on Sasuke long enough to fist both hands in his shirt at the neckline and began to rip. It was a pretty worn tee and it separated with minimal effort from Itachi.

The shredded material parted to reveal the slender and sleek body that Itachi loved so much. Pale skin stretched taut over twitching and strained muscles and the lithely muscled chest rose and fell with the effort of Sasuke’s erratic breathing. The milky white expanse that Itachi had bared to his hungry gaze wasn’t flushed with arousal like it usually was, but that just made it better, the sensations sharper.

And then of course there was the tattoo. Spread over his pelvic bone, starting just below his belly button and ending at the base of his cock, the black ink that resided there looked so natural, so sensual, like a lover caressing that intimate part of his brother’s body. Itachi reached out and lightly traced a fingertip over the edge of the design.

Sasuke emitted a strangled gasp but made no other audible noise, although but his lips kept moving restlessly as he whispered something to himself causing tiny puffs of air to dart out and caress Itachi’s cheek.

Itachi shuddered at the feeling of Sasuke’s labored breathing on his skin and bent once again to his brother’s skin biting and sucking and leaving a trail of bruises in his wake. He still needed one hand to press Sasuke against him, but the other came up to brush the tattered remains of Sasuke’s shirt away and to play with his perfect pink nipples. While Itachi’s mouth moved over his brother’s collarbone without care, he pinched the hard nubs roughly. A move he knew would be even more painful due to his brother’s newly acquired nipple rings. They should have been healed by now, but still quite tender.

His brother reacted beautifully to the stimulation, arching his back and whimpering in pain. It made Itachi anxious to quit playing and start really making Sasuke suffer. So he reached down and pushed the jeans that were already sagging and riding low on Sasuke’s slim hips down. His brother’s predictability in not wearing underwear meant that his delectable cock was now bare to Itachi’s gaze. The fact that it was mostly limp turned Itachi on even more.

Having his slutty brother willing and needy beneath him and begging for his touch was Itachi’s favorite way to have him, but on the rare occasions when he got to ravage him when he was limp and tearful, seeing his brother’s lack of arousal shot desire through him like a bolt of lightning.

Itachi reached out and loosely gripped Sasuke’s sex, enjoying the way his brother jumped and tensed at the contact. Even limp, his brother’s cock was beautiful, well proportioned and yet still elegant looking, it suited Sasuke perfectly. Itachi had thought about getting it pierced, but had continued to stall for some reason. He figured it was probably because he liked his brother’s cock just the way it was. Just feeling it soft in his hand was exciting Itachi.

But there was more to be explored. Sasuke also had a gorgeous sack sitting underneath his pretty cock and Itachi’s fingers moved to stroke it. It stayed mostly hairless naturally, but Sasuke liked to shave off even the few hairs he did get. Itachi could feel the prickle of stubble where the fine dusting of hair was starting to grow back as he moved his fingers and palm against the wrinkled skin.

Sasuke whimpered again and bit his lower lip when Itachi moved his hands down to Sasuke’s balls. Sasuke once again tried to shy away from the contact, but Itachi just tightened his grip to the point of pain and Sasuke yelped in fear and quit his struggling.

Itachi lifted his hands from his brother’s flaccid cock and balls to run his hands over Sasuke’s chest and stomach. He once again tugged on the nipple rings and then reached down to flick his fingertips against the first piercing Sasuke had ever gotten, his belly button ring. Then his fingers drifted back down to the tattoo to trace the letters of his name hidden in the artwork spread between the sharp hip bones.


Apparently that’s when Sasuke realized that Itachi was no longer holding him, because he let out another one of those sobs and tried to run from the physical touches and whatever mental anguish he was suffering. He didn’t make it very far. The material of his pants still looped around his ankles and tripped him up, making it easier for Itachi to tackle him from behind. They both fell to the ground hard with Sasuke underneath and Itachi pinning him to the floor with his body weight. He remained stunned beneath him for a moment before he began struggling against him again.

Itachi could feel all of the breath rush out of his brother’s body as they hit the floor. His little wildcat was putting up quite a fight today. Usually he delighted in making his little hellion mewl and purr like a kitten, but today he wanted to feel the claws.

Unfortunately for Sasuke, all his struggling and squirming only managed to rub his naked ass against Itachi’s crotch. Itachi pressed his hips forward pushing his still clothed cock more firmly into the crease of Sasuke’s ass. Even through the material of his pants, the friction Sasuke’s wiggling was causing sent warmth throughout his groin. Itachi loved the feeling of Sasuke struggling against him. Taking him when he was like this was just on the wrong side of non-consensual and sick fuck that he was, it only made Itachi want it more. He wasn’t the type to want what he couldn’t have; he wanted what he wasn’t supposed to have.

Suddenly Sasuke stilled beneath him and shook his head tensely. Sasuke’s voice was barely a whisper, hitching brokenly a bit. “No, I don’t believe you.”

The completely random outburst surprised Itachi, but he continued to ignore Sasuke’s pitiful whimpering. It wasn’t relevant to what he was doing, and there was no way to know what the hell his brother was talking about anyway. Or even who the hell he was talking to for that matter.

The older Uchiha put two of his fingers in his mouth and sucked on them long enough to get them wet. He brought them to Sasuke’s puckered and exposed entrance and pushed them both in without warning, ignoring any resistance from the tight ring of muscle and purposely avoiding the prostate. He didn’t want to loosen Sasuke up too much, they both liked it when Sasuke was suffocatingly tight, but his piercings made it necessary to prepare him at least a little. If he tore his brother’s ass, that meant he’d have to control himself for at least three or four days to let him heal, and while Itachi was perfectly capable of doing so, he just didn’t want to.

Itachi grunted a bit at the warmth and tightness that greeted him inside his brother’s body. Finally having some part of his body inside Sasuke after waiting and being aroused for so long was like touching an electrical current. The muscles clutching and spasming around his digits sent shockwaves up his arm.

Sasuke stiffened and then continued struggling feebly. He kept grasping at the carpet and pulling at it like he was trying to get his knees under him and crawl away. Tears were leaking down his cheeks and he was biting at his lip. “Please…i-it’s not true. It can’t be.”

The sight of those tears made Itachi lick his lips in anticipation. Itachi pulled his fingers out of Sasuke’s clutching hole and lifted some of his body weight off his brother. He pulled Sasuke up some and then flipped him over, ripping at his brother’s jeans where they twisted around his ankles in his haste to get them off, finally tossing them aside. Seeing his brother spread beneath him and completely helpless only made Itachi feel more aggressive, more possessive, and he hastily pulled at his own jeans to free his erection. The burr of the metal teeth sounded obscenely loud in the relative silence.

Sasuke stared up at him with teary, glassy eyes that still darted back and forth not seeing him. He was moaning something unintelligibly, but instead of having the sexy, needy quality most of his moans did, this one was pain-filled and anguished.

Itachi spread his legs and then settled on his knees between them. He spit into his palm and slicked it over his erection, then he spit again and spread it over the outside of Sasuke’s hole. He could feel the ring of muscle beneath his fingers twitch at the contact and he swore his cock twitched with the same rhythm. He and Sasuke had always been connected in some way that defied the laws of space and time. Quite simply they created their own rhythm.

Sasuke cringed at the touch and practically bit his lip in half. He shook his head violently from side to side and his lips moved frantically but no sound emerged.

Itachi’s eyes followed the movement and his cock twitched reminding him of his need to be inside Sasuke. Itachi wrapped his fingers around his straining erection and lined it up with Sasuke’s fluttering hole. Rubbing the blunt head back and forth over his brother’s entrance a few times had him fighting back a groan of satisfaction. Finally having enough, he steadied his dick and pushed.

He watched enraptured as Sasuke’s pucker slowly swallowed him whole. The sight of that tiny, sensitive opening stretching impossibly wide to accommodate him almost made him loose his composure. Especially when the sensations of being inside Sasuke began to assault him; he had to close his eyes to process them better. The grip on his cock was like a vice. There was heat, and pressure and the smell of sex and fear. Sasuke’s grunts of discomfort as he was spread wide and opened up, along with the sight of sweat beading on his flushed skin and the bruises and circles of marks made by his teeth littering the skin on his neck combined to make the experience perfect.

Itachi would never get tired of this feeling. It was physical bliss, but it also calmed his pounding heart and slowed his labored breathing. It was like coming home, and Itachi wanted to spend the rest of his life buried balls deep in his brother.

When Itachi was finally seated all the way inside, with his balls nestled against Sasuke’s ass, the younger Uchiha wailed in despair at the penetration and brought his arms up to push weakly at Itachi’s chest, trying to escape the cock splitting him. “I’m sorry…Itachi.”

Oddly, that was the move that went too far for Itachi, he had maintained the deception for long enough. While he wanted Sasuke’s fear and helplessness, he didn’t like the thought of Sasuke thinking he was being taken by someone else. Stilling the movement of his hips, he reached up and pulled the elastic band out of his hair and allowed the long tresses to cascade down and surround the two of them like a curtain. He shivered at the feeling of the feather light caresses the strands gave his forearms and hands where they were planted above Sasuke’s shoulders, as they fell. He often did this for his younger brother, Sasuke said it made him feel safer. He leaned down close to Sasuke’s ear and kept his voice at a whisper. “Shh. It’s okay now Sasuke.”

Sasuke abruptly stopped his frantic movements and blinked a few times. When he finally fixed his eyes on his brother, his gaze was lucid. His voice came out a bit ragged from all the screaming and whimpering he’d done, but the hint of disbelief and wariness could still be heard. “ ‘Tachi?”

Itachi smiled down at him, and shifted his hips a little. Pleasure flared through him and it was only through sheer force of will that he resisted pounding into Sasuke mindlessly, but he needed something more from his brother right now, and he could sense Sasuke needed more too. He leaned down and nuzzled the place behind Sasuke’s ear he knew was so sensitive. His voice held a note of longing and he leaned back up to look at Sasuke’s face again. “Sasu.” The tiny whisper brought a tiny smile to his brother’s face and Itachi felt need and heat flare through him again.

The confusion bled out of Sasuke’s face and he quickly reached up and grabbed two fistfuls of Itachi’s hair and dragged him down for a brutal desperate kiss. Sasuke’s tongue invaded Itachi’s mouth and stroked every surface inside while his hands clenched and unclenched spastically in Itachi’s hair. The previously limp cock crushed between their stomachs began to twitch to life.

Itachi allowed his brother to take what he needed from him for an instant, enjoying the feel of the slick muscle in his mouth tangling with and trying to overpower his own, but his patience only went so far. He pulled back, retreating from Sasuke’s body, until only the head was still inside the tight ring of muscle, then he thrust harshly into the body beneath him, aiming directly for his brother’s prostate, enjoying the way the muscles wrapped so tightly around him slid like velvet over his cockhead and tugged erotically at the piercings lining his shaft.

Sasuke’s mouth fell open with a gasp and a fine tremor racked his body. This time he was trembling with pleasure. His half-hard dick surged to full hardness and prodded at Itachi’s hip.

Itachi took the opportunity to pull his moth free of Sasuke’s and prop himself on his elbows so he could look down and watch his brother’s face as he fucked him. Sweat made Sasuke’s hair cling to his forehead and want and pleasure were written on every line of his beautiful face. But there was still fear and pain in his eyes lurking below the ever increasing need.

Sasuke looked up at him with those wide, liquid eyes and his lower lip trembled, but his voice remained steady. “They told me you were dead. I thought I was going to be all alone with them now. Need you so bad, don’t want to be alone”

Itachi took a little pity on Sasuke then and began a series of shallow, more gentle strokes that were more comforting than arousing. Small pulses of heat pushed their way through his blood languidly and Itachi let them warm him and comfort him as well. This connection with his brother was the only thing that brought such peace. He leaned down and licked Sasuke’s cheek, catching a lone tear that was slowly making its way down the porcelain skin. “Never alone. I’ll always be with you, Sasu.”

Sasuke stared up at his brother, his adoration clearly shining in his eyes. “Fuck me Itachi. I want to feel you, to be sure you’re really with me.”

There were no more words then. Itachi hoisted Sasuke’s legs up, bringing his ankles to rest on his shoulders and gripping his brother’s thighs, he set a brutal pace, slamming into Sasuke with abandon. Pure erotic bliss crashed over him in a wave that removed all thoughts from his mind but Sasuke and pleasure and the older Uchiha’s lips pulled back from his teeth in a half grimace- half smile.

He was running on pure instinct now. He wanted to do nothing but fuck. His only desire was to hammer into the pale body beneath him until his brother was screaming his name. He wanted to hear begging, see his Sasuke’s hard cock leaking from the shiny pink tip. He wanted to fill his brother’s ass with cum and then keep fucking him until he’d pushed it all out and had enough room to fill him all over again.

Sasuke didn’t seem to mind in the slightest, his lusty moans and gasps letting his brother know just how much he enjoyed it. Abruptly, he let out a high, keening noise and his fingers pulled sharply at the handfuls of hair they still clutched. “Oh god! Please Itachi…please!”

Ah, there was the begging. It was only a matter of time before that disintegrated into disjointed moaning and high-pitched noises. “Please what?” He didn’t wait for an answer before he put his lips against Sasuke’s calf and ran his tongue along the salty-sweaty skin.

Sasuke arched his back, trying to press more firmly into Itachi’s savage thrusts. “Harder Itachi…Please!”

Itachi bit down into the muscle of Sasuke’ leg upon hearing the plea and then murmured against the skin. “As you wish, pet.” He pushed Sasuke’s legs higher, forcing his knees against his chest and leaned close, forcing himself deeper. He continued to pound brutally into Sasuke, knowing he was hitting his prostate dead on now, and watching his beautiful features distort with overwhelmed pleasure.

As always, the sight of pleasure on Sasuke’s face and the sounds he made pushed Itachi to the edge. The sight of the sweaty, flushed skin, the copious amounts of precum that was dribbling down his length, the sweet sound of his cries and the way he looked at Itachi like he was the center of the universe, it was just too intense to hold on.

Pleasure so intense it almost bordered on pain crackled to life in every nerve ending in his body. Digging his fingers into Sasuke’s thighs, he allowed his completion to take him and he hissed out a gravelly endearment that sounded suspiciously like ‘beloved’ as his orgasm ripped through him and he spilled himself deep inside his brother’s body.

Sasuke moaned loudly at the feel of his brother’s cum in his passage and his hands fluttered over Itachi’s chest and stomach as if unsure where to rest.

Itachi kept pistoning into his brother’s body, feeling his own sticky fluid squirt out of Sasuke’s ass and become smeared between them. He looked down and watched a tiny drop of the milky white fluid slide down and trail over the curve of the younger Uchiha’s butt and he felt his still mostly-hard member twitch inside Sasuke’s wildly clenching passage.

Sasuke gripped Itachi’s arms tightly and bit into his own lip. He tossed his head back and whimpered as more and more of his brother’s cum was forced out of his entrance by the steady thrusting. “Almost there…oh god.”

Itachi watched rapture steal over Sasuke’s face and right as he was cresting on the peak of pleasure Itachi reached up and pulled cruelly on one of his brother’s still swollen and tender nipples, shoving his brother quite brutally over the edge and into orgasm.

Sasuke went rigid beneath him and a small shudder wracked his frame before long white ropes of cum shot out between them to cover Sasuke’s belly. The younger man panted and tried to catch his breath, staring up at Itachi lovingly the whole time.

It always amused Itachi how loud Sasuke was during sex, but how quiet he was when he came. But Itachi treasured each one of those powerful full-body tremors just as much as if Sasuke had been howling his pleasure to the heavens. That he could render his brother speechless with pleasure was a compliment to his abilities.

When he came down from his high, Itachi looked down and admired the way Sasuke’s cum pooled in the younger man’s navel. Reaching down between them, he lazily trailed his fingertips through his brother’s seed. Lifting his finger to his mouth, he tasted the evidence of his brother’s love for him. Sasuke’s cum was always delicious, salty with a hint of sweetness that just seemed so appropriate for his brother, but the knowledge that he was the only one who could make Sasuke feel this way made it taste even sweeter.

Sasuke watched him with a drowsy, sated expression, riding the high of being pleasured so completely. Until he remembered the details of his ‘vision,’ he frowned minutely. “Itachi, you’re never going to leave me right?”

Itachi pulled his softening cock out of his brother, sighing as Sasuke’s hole fluttered and tried to maintain its hold on the over-sensitized flesh. He doubted Sasuke was even consciously aware of the way his body sought to maintain their physical connection and refused to release him willingly even after they were both sated, but Itachi always noticed and it always filled him with a warmth he couldn’t explain.

The look of pain and worry on his brother’s face made his stomach clench though and he was flooded with fierce desire for him again. But this was a desire that went beyond the needs of the body. This time he longed for a fusion of their souls. But he told Sasuke none of this, as usual keeping his feelings for his lover to himself. He reached up and poked his brother in the forehead with a smirk. “Never. Not even if you wanted me to. I’ll be with you forever.”

TBC…