Territory Which None Trod

Territory Which None Trod
Pairing(s): ItaSasu; OroKabu; KakaSasu
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or any characters from it! (I would if I could!)
CHAPTER WARNINGS: Use of poison/drugs, Non-con, bondage, gore, and twisted humor
Notes: This is it, poeple the climax of the story: THE SEX CHAPTER. If you're squeamish--this isn't for you. Don't say I didn't warn you...I mean really ^^^
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Chapter VII: Sordid‚


Flipping himself around, Sasuke managed to pounce onto Itachi, obtaining his last kunai, and disarming the unpredictable man. Holding the criss-crossed knives to his bared neck, he noticed he was breathing way too heavily. One shouldn’t be breathing heavy after only being attacked. But you weren’t just attacked were you?

Itachi laughed hoarsely, hooded eyes staring innocently up at him. “Oh, that’s quite alright,” He stated, “I can be on the bottom, too.” He said a little wistfully.

Sasuke snarled, flipping the kunai around in his hand and punching his brother with it as hard as he could. Maybe beating some sense into him would work. He just simply punched the man under him until his knuckles bled, and the once beautiful face was a bloody pulp. Sasuke believed him to be dead. Yes, dead.

“You idiot.” He growled, low and angry, breathing settling as he looked at his sliced knuckles, bleeding and showing sickly white bone. He got up, leaving the limp body there, not caring whether they could take him away tomorrow or not.

Right now, his hand needed to be tended to. Walking into the kitchen, He passed by many plain white cabinets before stopping one at the corner, opening it with the better hand of the two, and reaching for the top shelf. Damn.

He was still too short for the topmost shelf. What the hell kind of cabinets were these? For giants? He stretched his long arm, standing on the tips of his feet to try to at least touch the medical box with the tips of his fingers. A hand passed over his, reaching for the box and grabbing it off the shelf. Sasuke blinked, what the…?

He spun around, seeing the supposed ‘dead man’ holding his medical box, contents shifting about inside as he placed it under his arm, smiling. Oh, his face was fine, as if he hadn’t even been touched.

“B-but I just…” Sasuke sputtered.

Itachi laughed and pointed back to where his body had just been lying in a bloody pool, Sasuke’s eyes moved to the spot and found just as he looked, a cloud of smoke engulfed the body and it disappeared. Kage Bunshin.

Sasuke’s closed fist trembled in anger. This monster was…!

Itachi leant over to him, fingers brushing down his forearm and then closed around his fist, prying it open. His eyes never met his as he brought the bloody knuckles to his lips, licking all the blood and splinters off. He spit them on the nearby table, and then pulled a dazed Sasuke to the nearby bedroom seeing as how there was nowhere to sit in the kitchen.

Sasuke blinked and dug his heels in the doorway of the bedroom, pulling back on Itachi’s grasp on his wrist.

Itachi looked back nonchalantly, as if he didn’t care whether he came or not. “Well?” He drawled, shaking the medical box.

The younger boy didn’t trust his brother at all, especially in a place like this, but his hand did hurt very much, and it was dripping blood all over his very clean white carpet at this very moment—so he followed him to the bedside as the taller man opened the box, contents scattered about from the shaking. Turning from him, looking through the things in the box, he finally found out of the two tubes of ointment he needed. Sasuke watched him work quickly, wondering why he wanted to help him now. How did his moods change so hugely? It made Sasuke vastly afraid of this man, the fear that had always crawled there in the back of his mind, it never went away. He felt as if he was sitting next to a ticking time bomb.

Spreading it over his knuckles, the healing ointment burned like acid at the wounds. Sasuke bit back a wince. Most of the healing ointments Sakura and the Old Hag made were soothing. This must have been an older one. He wrapped up the wound and patted his hand.

Older one or not, Sasuke was starting to feel a bit dizzy. And hot, at that thought. It was getting so very hot. He started to pant like a dog on a hot summer day.

Itachi sat back on the bed, proud smirk on his face. God, what was happening to him? He was starting to see two. “Do you like the feeling, Sasuke?” He asked.

Sasuke couldn’t comprehend even a bit of what he was trying to say at the moment, as he was trying to straighten out his vision. “What?” He asked irritably.

“The poison, little brother.” He laughed quietly. “It’s called Aconite, or Wolf’s bane. You’ll be feeling a little tingling in your mouth now, and after that, your heart will start beating irregularly. And you will get a slight fever.”

Sasuke noticed the tingling right away and panic shot through his veins and dropped a rock into his stomach. “How did you..?” Suddenly he flashed back to the moment Itachi was looking through the medicinal box… He had turned away! How stupid of him!

Beads of sweat broke out on Sasuke’s forehead and he rubbed his tongue on the roof of his mouth, but got no feeling but tingling. The whole inside of his mouth was numb. “It..achi…” He growled everything so numb he slurred.

Itachi kept on laughing a quiet, madman laugh. He covered his eyes with splayed fingers and looked at him from the spaces, his mouth opened to show those malicious white, sharp teeth that could rival even Kisame’s. He then said, “Come then, show me how strong you are.”

Sasuke lunged foreword, but in the process, he staggered, falling back and hitting his head on the headboard. The headboard rattled with the bedside table, lamp sliding precariously on the edge of the table and then falling over, smashing on the floor. Itachi took the chance and pounced like a hungry lion to its prey. He took the remaining gauze roll and bound Sasuke up but his wrists and to the head board. Now only the last rays over the horizon outside the window illuminated them.

Sasuke tried to kick him off, but he felt so hot and weak. “Damn you!” He yelled. The words came out slurred. How could he be taken seriously?!

Itachi leant down, brushing their lips together, smiling sweetly again, “If you want the antidote, you have to swear yourself to me. Or else you’ll die within a day.” He was on top of him, on his hips, holding his wrists and legs down.

Sasuke blinked. Was this the whole plan? That was what he wanted? How terrible, to have to make your own brother swear himself to you. Itachi nudged him impatiently, “The clock’s ticking Sasuke-chan; you’re getting worse by the second.” His fingers ran down his pallid skin, white as bone, and sweaty. “Shortness of breath?” He asked, lifting his eyes to his own, an innocent question. Out of context.

Sasuke glared at him, mind trying to formulate a plan quickly, and his mind was surprisingly clear. At least. Okay, so if Itachi had revealed himself, and there had been two of his guards…then that meant there was another who had done the same.

He tried to think as quickly as he could. Kisame…that meant that someone must have noticed, which also meant they were probably trying to get to him. Theoretically, if he said yes, and then his savior would come, he wouldn’t have to worry about anything. He just hoped his theory was correct, because if he wasn’t, he would probably have some trauma after this all, if he already didn’t have enough.

Sasuke looked up, determined to make his plan work properly, “Yes.” He said, and to finalize this deal, Itachi leant down in a crushing kiss. A kiss with the devil incarnate. Nice.

The lips against his felt like fire, as if Itachi had put poison on his lips as well. Sasuke wouldn’t be surprised, though. Giving in for now, he went limp against him, making his lips as pliable as a flower’s petals. “Good boy.” Itachi whispered against his lips.

Ripping his pants off, Itachi’s sharp purple nails scraped and grabbed at his sides. “God your skin feels so good.” Sasuke moaned loudly. Itachi’s lips continued to ravage Sasuke’s, tongue delving deeply inside his mouth. He tasted of many things, mainly of sake and fishcakes.

Sasuke wished he could move his arms and hands right now. To push Itachi off. It was so hot or maybe even pull him closer, it was unbearable. Sweat made his skin slide wetly across Itachi’s clothes, and as if sensing this, Itachi leaned up and broke the kiss to lift his shirt over his head, along with the silver vest and all. He let out the tie in his hair, and Sasuke watched in wonder as Itachi’s beautiful black hair spilled like waves over his shoulders, glistening like liquid ebony.

It was surprising how arousing seeing Itachi like this was. Not in all his childhood years of living with him, did he ever see Itachi’s hair down. It was like he was letting everything out, like he was letting go of the final dose of sanity he had had.

As Itachi leant down, he felt crawling on his skin, like the march of a thousand ants. They once again resumed their heated kissing, and Sasuke could only feel the tingling numbness in his mouth as Itachi probed his mouth, tickling the roof of his mouth with the tip of his tongue. Nausea formed like a stone in the pit of his stomach, blooming into a flower of hatred.

Sasuke was sure Itachi could feel the rapid, irregular beating of his heart against his chest, being pressed so close to him; it was like the fluttering of a bird’s wings. Itachi pinched a pink nipple and Sasuke mewled into his mouth.

Itachi suddenly grabbed his hips, pulling them up as their kiss broke and Itachi’s tongue was replaced by a finger from his hand, the ringed one.

The older man looked behind him, reaching for a bottle of amber liquid, and one hand still holding up the younger brother’s hips.

Sasuke dutifully sucked on the finger, pink tongue wrapping around it, caressing it as he would a lover’s cock. He bit back the need to bite his finger off, telling himself it was only for a little longer.

Itachi turned and smirked at him and Sasuke feared the use of the amber liquid shifting around the bottle. “Close your eyes Sasuke.” Itachi said softly.

“No..f” Sasuke answered, muffled on the ringed finger covered in his saliva.

A soft laugh. “Close you eyes.” He said, hand closest to Sasuke’s face, snapping his eyelids shut. Sasuke really wanted to hurt his brother, but his common sense and arousal told his anger and outrage to stay quiet. He clamped his eyes shut, scared to death at what this man was planning to do.

He yelped loudly as something was violently shoved into his opening, hips quickly tilted. He spit out Itachi’s finger and his eyes flew open. He looked down to see the bottle’s contents being emptied into his behind, some spilling out onto his hips. It burned slightly. “What is that?!” He demanded, squirming uncomfortably at the cold feeling against his hot entrance.

Itachi held him tightly and still, looking up at him when the bottle was empty. “It’s diluted Brandy. The antidote. I can’t have you not enjoy your time with me.”

Sasuke felt relived at the first part, but then his stomach dropped through the floor at the second. His time with him? At that moment he realized quite fully the reality of his situation. Itachi was really going to do it. He groaned in anticipation before he could control it.

Before he could get the words out of his swollen lips, Itachi shoved a finger into him, Sasuke yelping in pain. Itachi’s smirk slowly grew across his face in the semi-shadows, adding another finger.

The younger Uchiha squirmed more, not fully sure whether he was trying to get away from the intrusion or towards. Third finger, Sasuke pulled at his bonds, scratching at his own hands as a distraction from his situation. Itachi scissored, drawing a cry. He sighed, brushing against his prostate in apology.

Sasuke’s eyes flew open, sucking in air suddenly. That had felt so good…! But before he enjoyed it too much, the fingers withdrew with a loud sucking sound, much to Sasuke’s dismay. He wasn’t kept waiting too long, though, because soon he felt something much bigger than fingers against his opening. He bit his lip, he was suddenly very scared.

It had quickly grown dark, with the lamp gone as well as the sun. Itachi entered him roughly and quickly without remorse. He drew in a ragged breath of the hole’s tightness and let one arm rest next to Sasuke’s cheek, only to find wetness. “Kohai, are you crying..?”

A sniffle in the semi-darkness came as an answer.

Itachi had slid all the way inside, and was now set on calming the younger one. “Shhh, Sasuke, shhhh…it’s alright, it will feel good soon.” He reached out into the dark to feel his damp cheeks, quieting the bitten back sobs.

Starting to move, very slowly at first, resisting the urge to just pound Sasuke into the mattress. Patience, it would come soon enough. Sasuke rolled his head to the side pressing his face into the wet pillow, mumbling something inaudible.

Itachi stopped, black hair falling down to tickle at his chin and collarbones. “What?”

A grumble and then a mortified: “Move…quicker.”

Itachi obliged gladly, all but pound him into the mattress, headboard hitting the wall a little loudly. It wasn’t the only thing in the room that was loud, though; Sasuke’s heightening cries revealed his true feelings on the matter.

Itachi grinned impishly, glad Sasuke could not see him, his arousal was throbbing maddeningly... Leaning down, he nibbled on Sasuke’s ear, blowing against the wetness. “Mmm, tell me you love me Kohai, I want to hear it.”

Sasuke answered with a particularly loud moan as Itachi came right near a certain spot inside him. He could barely remember his own name right now, the way he was getting fucked into the mattress, how was he supposed to say anything coherent? His brother squeezed impatiently at his thighs, for one: he wanted an answer, and two: he was very close to climaxing.

“Ahn…un..I love you Nii-san Ah--” A hard thrust cut him off; “I love you! I want you to only see me, nii-san…I want to be yours, only yours! Ahhh, Oh God aniki, don’t ever look at anyone the way you look at me, I want to belong to you!” Sasuke’s profession of love was loud and unbridled lust in words, leaving Itachi climax with a loud, feral growl as he hit Sasuke’s prostate, triggering his own.

Sasuke came with a loud cry, spilling his seed onto Itachi’s pale, toned stomach, dripping with sweat. He looked up at his brother above him, wearing an expression of pure bliss, and almost came once again. That was probably the sexiest thing he had ever seen in his life. Itachi threw his head back, breathing harsh as he softly murmured something, “You get your wish, Sasuke. You will be forever mine.”

Itachi left him swiftly after that, stopping at the door to say one last thing with a smirk, “But everything, dear brother, comes at a price.” And with that, he left him lying on the bed in a hazy daze of post-sex. Dazed and confused.

But most of all—sordid. He was a dirty thing. And he liked it, something about belonging to Itachi made his blood run hot and his breath catch. He didn’t know how he was going to look Kakashi in the eye after this, but he did know one thing: Whether or not it was what Itachi meant—things did come at a price.

So says the sordid boy.


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Well there it is—Itachi has finally taken Sasuke! Kanpai! *throws confetti* Did you guys like it? I’d like to know! Sorry it took so long, but this was a really hard chapter for me. I don’t know why even, I guess when writing pieces like this, you have to face your ugliest demons, scary really. Ok, see you loves soon!
----Kaz