Everybody Loves Sasuke

Disclaimer: We don't own the characters. Masashi Kishimoto does. We just make them do naughty things.


Week 1 - Thursday


Sasuke was brooding (big shock) on the couch. He had eaten only a little breakfast. This was all getting out of hand. He had already decided to blame the heat for the past two days of spontaneous, unexplainable, and disturbingly enjoyable sex. The heat was the only rational explanation. Not only had he done it with men, he'd also wound up on the bottom both times, and that was just was unacceptable. He silently vowed that he would have revenge, and if the damn heat was going to get him again today, it would be him on top. Although, he wasn't sure if there would be anyone coming today. Instead of a name on the paper, there was a smudge of ink, mocking him with its formless-ness.
"They probably changed their mind and smudged the signature." Sasuke reasoned. Satisfied with this theory, he got off the couch to get an ice pack to sit on and a piece of paper to plot revenge on.
There was a knock on the door.
"So much for that idea..." He looked from the fridge to the door. There was another knock. "Well, this time I'm not going to get jumped." He approached the door cautiously, mentally preparing himself for the worst. When it opened, there was a young man who looked a few years older than himself standing on the other side. He was plain looking, brown hair and eyes; Sasuke vaguely remembered seeing him around the village. Not a ninja, just a villager.
"Good morning." He said in a light, friendly way. Sasuke was a little relieved and almost disappointed. He let his face show none of this.
"Good morning... please come inside." he turned around and lead him inside. For a moment he let his mind wander. Having a normal roommate would certainly be less stressful. Then three things hit him at once, he hadn't asked his name, he'd exposed his back to a strange person, and the third thing was a sharp blow to the back. "Fucking genjutsu!" He managed to regain his balance, spin around and whip a shuriken at the intruders face. It missed and lodged itself in the door frame. The "friendly" brown haired one pulled out two pairs of kunai chained together. With deadly precision, they were hurled at Sasuke. Instead of piercing him though, they caught his wrists in the chain between and sunk deep into the wall behind him. He pulled at the chains and twisted his arms desperately but it did little to loosen them. He was pinned low to the wall, his knees slightly bent. The illusionary figure flickered slightly, and then faded away smoothly, leaving an all too familiar face gazing at him.
Itachi smiled ever so slightly. His eyes were Mange Sharingan, as always, like pools of blood. It was their families’ blood, and it sickened Sasuke.
"Your skills are on a steady decline, little brother. You should have seen through such a weak illusion. Did you miss me?" Leisurely taking off his Akatsuki robe, he stood there, barely an inch away from Sasuke. Sasuke growled.
"You bastard..."
"I missed you too." Itachi leaned in, swept away a few strands of hair off Sasuke's cheek, and kissed it.
"Fuck off!" Itachi pressed Sasuke back against the wall, pushing hard on his brother's throat.
"All in good time, Sasuke." He let go. Moving back, he sat on the couch and slowly removed his shoes. Watching every move, Sasuke was glaring at the confidence in each motion. He seemed to be posing, stretching his arms, flaunting his toned form under the fishnet shirt.
"You are so fucking vain." Itachi smirked over his shoulder at this comment.
"Pot calling the kettle black, my pretty little brother."
"Shut the fuck up!" Sasuke snapped at him.
"Angry already? Good." The amused older brother finally decided to approach again. Sasuke was ready, kicking out at him as soon as he was in range. Itachi caught the kick in one hand, and then dug his nails in. When Sasuke flinched, he lifted the leg with a jerk and through off any balance Sasuke had. He let go of the leg to move in close, with Sasuke's legs on either side of him. He tried to lock eyes with him, but Sasuke knew better, turning his face away and closing his eyes.
"Not this time."
"Oh, really?" Pressing his chest against Sasuke's, making him squirm. "Did you have fun with your sensei?" he breathed into his ear. "How about that ninetailed brat, did you like that?"
"No!" Sasuke wondered, how the hell did that fucking stalker know about that?
"Don't lie to your brother, I already know you did. I'm sure you thought about me the whole time. You wanted to scream my name."
"Liar!" Itachi pulled off his shorts and underwear with a few forceful tugs. Sasuke squeezed his eyes shut tighter.
"You want me to." Fingers wandered down to Sasuke's inner thigh. The touch was too gentle to be Itachi. "Am I right, Sasuke?"
"It-tachi?..." He wondered who this was. It could only be Itachi but- "Stop." The wet tip of a tongue ran down his lower abdomen. "Stop..." Warm breath teased him just a bit lower. Sasuke bit his lip. He didn't want his brother like that, but he couldn't help himself. He made some small, strangled noise, a slight shift of his hips, and then the warmth was gone. There was nothing touching him, no knowing where he went. He took his chances and his eyes flickered open. Itachi was waiting.
"I've got you now, little brother." He smiled as they locked eyes. There was no escape from his brother's gaze.
It was Sasuke's nightmare, the only one he ever had. Coming home late. Everyone was dead. The blood smell hung in the air. He was running to Father and Mother. Then... it was him. Him standing over them. The blood pooling beneath him. He shouted at the heartless figure before him, demanding an explanation. Next would come the pain, always the pain. This is where the dream was different every time. Sometimes it was like he was being stabbed, again and again. Or maybe more like having needles pressed into every inch of his skin. Or sometimes... It was only Itachi... but that was enough. Only he could cause this pain with his bare hands.
Sasuke tried to brace himself, but couldn't make his body work. He hit the ground, head making a sickening thud. Itachi was looming over him, his clothes had magically disappeared (a sure sign that this was not reality). He made a face that looked like some attempt to be concerned for his brother. Sasuke's head hurt and he didn't have the time to react as Itachi knelt over him and began haphazardly slicing his clothes from his body with a kunai. Wincing with each strike, Sasuke body was littered with thin lines that began to blossom with blood. Itachi then trailed a hand across his chest, smearing the fresh blood and then cupping Sasuke's face with both hands. The warmth of his own blood on his brother's hands tingled on his cheek. Itachi leaned in, his tongue taking advantage of the partially open mouth. Sasuke struggled, but it seemed useless. Where had those chains come from? Where was his voice? He tried to cry out as Itachi broke the kiss, but there was nothing. Itachi's smirk hovered over him.
"You look beautiful, Sasuke." He murmured. He then proceeded to work his way across his chest roughly, biting and prying into the fresh wounds. Sasuke was crying, he turned his head to try and detach himself from this moment, this pain. But all he could see was his parents’ bodies and the pool of blood which now crept closer and closer towards him. So much blood, it wasn't real. It couldn't be.
"Amazing, isn't it?" Itachi looked up from Sasuke's gashes with a blood-stained mouth. "Just how much blood is inside one person... Look at it." Itachi grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled up. The tight chains were suddenly slack, and Sasuke was sitting up. Itachi slipped behind him, lifting Sasuke from sitting and throwing him and his chains down in front of the bodies. Sasuke was on his hands and knees in the pool of blood, It was not as warm as his own was. He knelt there shakily, splattered with the dead blood.
"Our parent's blood. Our blood." Itachi hissed. A sudden shove and Sasuke was face down in the blood. The smell and taste overwhelmed him, and he felt like throwing up. "Maybe the blood will make you stronger..." Itachi brought his lips to Sasuke's ear. "...it worked for me." Sasuke wanted to glare at his brother, but his head was locked where it was, staring down at the blood beneath him. His stomach churned.
"Ah brother, you look so helpless." One hand ran down the unmarred spine, and as it neared Sasuke's backside, the feeling changed from a warm palm to something cold and metallic. In a sudden sting of fear, Sasuke tried to turn to see what it was. He was surprised when his body actually responded. It was only because Itachi wanted him to see, and he did. His older brother held a large kunai with an unnaturally long blade and handle. The look in Itachi's eyes was full of malice and Sasuke strained once again to pull himself away. "I know what your thinking. You're thinking about which end I'm going to use. Well? Which end do you want? Tell me, Sasuke. Tell me what you want." Sasuke knew Itachi would only let him speak this one time. His pride wouldn't let him beg, wouldn't give Itachi that satisfaction.
"Don't even think about it."
"I'm afraid it's too late, then."
"Itachi you-!" Sasuke started but his voice disappeared again. Itachi reached over and turned Sasuke's face back to the corpses. He could only see them.
"As much as I enjoy hearing you scream my name, there should be a moment of silence for the dead." Sasuke could not hear anything else but his heartbeat. The silence didn't end, not even after he felt his brother push the blade sharply into him. No scream broke the silence, though it seemed to resonate inside him, amplifying the pain. He would never know how long it lasted...
It had only been a few moments. Sasuke was limp, with glazed eyes. He was fighting to stay awake, "I...hate..."
"Good." Itachi pressed his hands palm to palm with Sasuke's. He could hear the strain of each breath. Sasuke's eyes tried to focus on him, but it seemed such an effort. Sasuke gave a final murmur as his head flopped forward.
"...hate you..." Itachi lifted his brother's face. He was unconscious.
"That's right, hate me. I want to feel the passion of your hate." He ripped the kunai out of the wall and Sasuke fell forward. Itachi scooped him up, and lay him on the floor. Leaning over him, he whispered, "You could never love me, so hate. Let it consume you. That way, I'll know you only feel for me." He opened the front of his pants. Of course at this moment, Kisame decided to appear a few feet away.
"Aren't you done yet?" Itachi glanced over his shoulder.
"No, and I told you to wait outside."
"Sorry, sorry. I'll let you finish up. May I at least-" Itachi shot him a deadly glare.
"Stay out of the fridge." Kisame backed away cautiously. He knew better then to push his luck.
"I was just asking." He disappeared in a flicker. Itachi turned his attention back to half-naked Sasuke. He ran his hands over the near-lifeless form. It was too easy to do what he wanted. Too easy to grip his hips roughly, to thrust into him. Sasuke made a few pitiful noises, like a child having some horrible nightmare. His body contracted with the thrusting. Itachi looked down at Sasuke's face, moving his hips faster. After he climaxed, he kissed his brother's parted lips. Brushing his hair out of his face, Itachi pressed his forehead against Sasuke's, "I love you, Sasuke."
Itachi left. Sasuke stayed unconscious for the rest of the day.
~Greater Evil says: Mmm, Uchihacest! L.E. is so pissy when I don't feed her smut addiction. But now, on to business. Sorry people, on top of a large pile of work, I had very serious matters to attend to. In other words, my computer died, so I've been in mourning and finding new places to hide my porn. But don't worry, I'm back with the long-awaited chapter, and taking out my frustration on everybody's favorite uke. Enjoy!
Oh, and I should probably mention I'll be spending the majority of my summer working in the middle of Butt-Fuck Nowhere. No Internet, but maybe I'll mail the next chapter to L.E. (who now needs a temporary Beta reader)

Sasuke - STOP RAPING ME!
G.E. - That's up to L.E. to decide. *grin* I can't wait for my next chapter!
Sasuke - *whimper*