Shakespeare Challenge Response: Titus Andronicus

Warning: this chapter contains Yaoi content: Itachi/Sasuke.

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“I’ll appear to Sasuke without my Sharingan and I say I am Revenge come to join with him and right his heinous wrongs. Wait here, I’ll lure him out.”

Itachi leaped up to the window of Sasuke’s old bedroom, leaving Kabuto and Deidara waiting against the wall he’d thrown a kunai into the day before he slaughtered the clan.

Itachi perched on the casement and looked around. He half expected to find Sasuke here, but hadn’t been sure. He also feared Karin would be with him. He didn’t dare use his Sharingan in fear Sasuke would sense it and take him for Itachi rather than what he claimed to be, the spirit of Revenge.

Sasuke sat in bed with a clipboard, writing on a scroll with his own blood.

“Sasuke.” Itachi whispered from his perch.

Sasuke did not look up. “Who interrupts my contemplation? It is your trick, raven, to make me open the window and so that my sad decrees will fly away with you? No! I’ve set down these bloody lines and what is written shall be executed.”

“Sasuke, I’ve come to talk with you.”

“Not a word, raven.”

“If you knew me, you would talk with me.”

Sasuke still did not raise his head. “I am not crazy, I know you well enough.” Sasuke raised his handless arm and looked at it. “See this wretched stump, see these crimes against me and mine,” Sasuke put his fingers to his smooth cheeks, “see these trenches made by grief and care, see all these sorrows, that I know you well as my wrenched brother, Itachi.” Sasuke looked up now. “Do you come now for my other hand?”

“I’m not Itachi,” he said as he slid off his perched and into the room. “He is your enemy and I am your friend. I am Revenge, sent to wreak vengeance on your foes. Come down to the street to confer with me and my ministers.” Seeing Sasuke’s eyes widen, but not move, Itachi approached the bed and crawled up to him as he spoke. “There is no place where murder or rape can hide, for I shall find them and whisper in their ears my dreadful name, Revenge.” The last Itachi whispered into Sasuke’s ear. Sasuke could not suppress a shutter.

“Are you Revenge?” Itachi leaned back. “You’ve been sent to be a torment to my enemies?” Sasuke put aside his scroll.

“I am. Come down to the street and welcome me and my ministers.”

“But how like my brother you are.”

“I can take any form.” Itachi used a ninjutsu any shinobi, even Naruto, could use, but he used it so smoothly that it did not look like ninjutsu. He changed to Naruto, then to Kabuto, then Deidara, then Hidan, then to Kakashi, Sakura, and finally to Shikamaru. Then he returned to his own face.

Sasuke was nude under a single sheet. Something had excited him. Could it be Shikamaru’s face? But it wasn’t until Itachi showed his real face again that Sasuke’s erection grew.

There could be no doubt when Sasuke lunged forward to take Itachi’s face in his hands forcing Itachi to lean back. “Are you really Revenge? Finally come to me after so many years?”

He really has been driven insane. “I am. I’ve been with you the entire time, but I’ve appeared to you since all your efforts have ended up in vain.”

Itachi couldn’t keep his eyes from widening when Sasuke kissed him on the lips and was too shocked to resist opening his mouth and letting Sasuke’s probing tongue enter.

Sasuke pulled away slowly. “I’ve sought you nearly all my life. My love, the one I’ve loved more than any other, Revenge. I’m yours.”

Sasuke kissed him again passionately. He pushed Itachi’s black cloak from his shoulders and rubbed his chest through his shirt. After a minute Sasuke’s lips left Itachi’s and kissed down to his throat. Itachi couldn’t repress a moan. Out of impatience, Itachi used his own ninjutsu to burn his own clothes away, careful not burn he or Sasuke. He could use his ninjutsu to create an illusion of clothes under his cloak. All that mattered was this.

Sasuke’s lips transferred to Itachi’s chest and nursed on his muscular pectoral muscles, driving Itachi insane. Sasuke pulled his legs from under Itachi’s body and took Itachi hard length into his mouth. Itachi would not believe this was happening if he could think at all. All Itachi could manage was the occasional stray thought. Sasuke’s practice with Shikamaru has paid off. I wonder if the snake taught him how to do that.

Sasuke pulled back leaving a thick coat of saliva on Itachi’s aching erection. He lay back with his knees pulled up and legs spread. How could Itachi resist his beautiful, lily-white, younger brother?

Itachi eased into his brother more easily than he anticipated. He thought of Sasuke as a tight-ass, but then he remembers his male lover; Sasuke was no stranger to this. So Itachi just got to it. Having his cold little brother writhe under him like a wanton slut (like Itachi sometimes did for others) turned him on even more. Sasuke didn’t even try to hold back his climax. Itachi had to reign himself in to avoid cuming early. Sasuke was still writhing as Itachi mercilessly hit Sasuke’s prostate again and again, reviving his erection. Sasuke cried out softly and Itachi cam inside him.

Sasuke pulled himself up Itachi’s body and kissed him. He maneuvered Itachi down onto his back. Sasuke used his own semen to lubricate his length and entered Itachi’s body. Itachi was so well fucked it wasn’t funny, but the feel of his own brother entering him was mind blowing.

Sasuke leaned down and kissed Itachi like a lover. Whereas Itachi had fucked Sasuke, Sasuke was making love to Itachi gently and lovingly. After several minutes, Itachi used his talented ass to massage Sasuke’s cock inside him. Sasuke pulled up and suppressed a cry. Itachi took advantage and attacked Sasuke’s nipples bringing Sasuke closer to climax. Sasuke’s hands went to Itachi’s hair, pulling it from the ponytail and clutching at it desperately. With a final thrust, they cam together.

They both collapsed, but out of pride, Itachi wouldn’t let his body go completely boneless. He got out from under Sasuke and put on his cloak, clothes seeming to magically appear as he did.

“Get dressed and come down.”

Itachi leaped from the window and landed feet in front of Kabuto and Deidara who were sitting and leaning impatiently against the wall.

“What took so long?” Deidara asked.

“He’ll come down.”

“Not what I asked, nh.”

Itachi retied his hair.

Another minute passed before Sasuke came to the door, dressed in Shikamaru’s soft robe.

“Revenge, prove you are Revenge by killing those two next to you.”

“These are my ministers.”

“What are their names?”

“Rape and Murder. They are named so because they take vengeance on such kinds of men.”

“Oh, how like my brother’s lackeys they look. And you my brother. Ah, but we mortal men have mad, mistaking eyes and mine are damaged by tears.”

“He’s nuts,” Deidara whispered.

“Humor him,” Itachi whispered back as Sasuke slipped on shoes and walked toward them. “I’ll make him send for his lover and the leaders of Suna. I will make them Sasuke’s enemies.”

“I greet you, Revenge. And you Rapine and Murder, you are welcomes too. How like my brother and his lackeys you are.”

You’ve said that already! Deidara thought with anger at being called a lackey.

“Well fitted if you had a foul-mouthed vampire. Could hell not afford to lend you such a devil? Now that you’re here, what shall we do?”

“What would you have us do, great Uchiha Sasuke?” Itachi asked.

“Show me a murderer and I’ll deal with him,” Kabuto said.

“Show me a rapist and I’ll deliver vengeance on him,” Deidara chimed in.

“Show me who has done you wrong and I will be revenged on them all.”

“Look on the streets of Konoha and when you find a man who looks like yourself, my good Murder, stab him! he’s a murderer. Go with him, good Rape, and when you find a man who looks like you, a man mind you, stab him! he’s a rapist. And my lovely Revenge, go to the Hokage’s residence, there you’ll find a man who does in every way resemble you. Give that man some violent and painful death. They have all been violent to me and mine.”

“You give us good instruction. But would it please you, my dear Sasuke, to send for your valiant lover who brings shinobi of Suna here and ask him and the Suna leaders to come and feast here at your home? To this feast I’ll bring Itachi and his minions, the Hokage and all your enemies to stoop and kneel before you and you can deliver your own punishment on them. What do you say to this plan, dear Sasuke?”

“Yeah,” Sasuke said lightly with a shrug. “Kakashi! Kakashi! Sad Sasuke calls!”

Kakashi came out and hesitated on seeing Itachi and his men.

“My dear sensei, go find Shikamaru and bring him here with the leaders of the Suna forces. Tell him, the Hokage and Itachi will come feast with us. If you love me, tell him.”

“I’ll do your bidding.” Kakashi eyed Itachi, but left immediately to the forest.

“Now I will go to bring the Hokage and his people to you.”

“No, no, let Rape and Murder stay with me. Or I’ll call Kakashi back again and seek no revenge, but my lover.”

Itachi turned to his men. “What do you think?”

“Go ahead.”

“We’ll be fine.”

“Good. Just humor him.”

They think I’ve gone insane. I’ll show them how mad I am; not insane, but I’ll show them my rage. These thoughts were nowhere on his face, still serene.

Itachi turned back to him. “I’ll go about your business, Sasuke, and leave my ministers with you. Farewell.”

“Farewell, sweet Revenge.” Sasuke’s eyes took on the same half-lidded bedroom eyes as when they made love.

A little shaken, but keeping his composure, Itachi left.

“So,” Kabuto said, “how shall we be employed?”

“Kiba! Suigetsu! Jugo!” The three shinobi came out of his house.

“Sasuke?” Jugo asked.

“Know these two?”

“Deidara and Kabuto,” Suigetsu said.

“No! You are deceived, my friends. This one is Rape and Murder is this one’s name. Therefore, bind them. And gag them.”

The three of them did so as Akamaru came out and held the pair at bay. Sasuke led them back into the house, to the same room where his parents were slaughtered by Itachi. He left them there while he sought out Sakura. He came back with his sword and Sakura held a basin in her handless arms.

“Villains!! Here is our spring who you violated. You killed her husband and for that our friends were condemned to death, my hand cut off and made a merry jest. And both her sweet hands, her tongue, cut out. And you raped her! What would you say if I let you speak?” They both mumbled behind their gags. “You dare ask for forgiveness?! Listen to how I shall punish you. You will pray that I had killed you in your Akatsuki den. You know your dear Itachi comes to feast with us. He calls himself Revenge and thinks me crazy. Hear me! I will grind your bones to a powder and use it bake the rolls and thicken a stew I shall make with meat from your bodies. Itachi will feed upon you. With my good hand I’ll cut the steaks from your bodies before you bleed out. I’ll clean your bodies, taking your organs and gutting you until your blood stops flowing. I’ll slit your throats so that your blood will drain into this basin Sakura holds. I’ll lace the wine and stew with your blood and bid him eat and drink. Be ready Sakura to receive their blood. Let us begin and I’ll play the cook.”

Sasuke was not crazy; he wasn’t taken in by Itachi’s lies at all. But when Itachi leaned so close to him, he couldn’t help but feel the love he once had for his brother. Somehow in that moment it turned from the love of a brother to sexual. He was glad he did it. He’d grieved for Itachi when the man he knew died the night he killed their clan; he grieved for him again as he plotted his death even while he made love to him. Now the last part of him that loved his brother could rest in peace and the man himself would follow.

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I have to say, this is my favorite chapter. We're approching the end!!!