Tomorrow Never Comes

A co writen fic by Suukou and queenallie03. We *live* for reviews so even if it's only to say you read it... *begs prettily* please review? Let us know if you want more ^^

Disclaimer: Allie is a college student, and Suukou has a baby. Do you think we could even afford to hope we own it? Nope


Tomorrow Never Comes


Sasuke walks into his house tired and annoyed with himself. Naruto had gotten in several good shots today, and Sasuke knew it was because he just wasn't focused enough on training today; something was *off* but he couldn't put his finger on it.

Thinks darkly to himself, as he wandered into his living room, that Itachi would never be anything less than perfect during training and, even though everyone else sees him as the 'Prodigy,' he knows he's nothing compared to his brother.

Lets the familiar anger run thickly through his blood, and his scowl deepens.

Comes to a dead stop in the living room, confused for a moment, merely staring at the figure leaning against his wall.

Sasuke realizes it's the way Itachi stands. Slouched shoulders just so, and that fucking *arrogance* that gets the message across that if Itachi really cared enough, you'd all be dead.

Itachi hadn't cared enough to kill him, and that ate at the dark-haired boy in a way he didn't want to admit.

He let the hate take control, and without saying a word launched himself at the taller man. Attacking with a ferocity that could only be spawned by hate, dimly realizing Itachi was smirking as he blocked every blow effortlessly. Could feel himself tire as he attacked again and again only to be held off.


Itachi, seeing Sasuke wear himself out, slams him up against the wall and Sasuke thinks blindly about how much *heat* radiates off of Itachi's body, he can almost see the shimmering aura surrounding him.

Recognizes a familiar look in sharingan eyes and Sasuke wonders dizzily if he'd crumble into ash if Itachi touched him. No one should be this warm, and Sasuke realizes that maybe it's just him and he wants so badly to look away, rip his eyes away, but can't quite force himself to do it.

One more weakness he knows Itachi despises in him.

The other man just stands there smirking, standing there while Sasuke burns in this almost embrace and he's torn between pushing himself further into the wall and launching himself forward.

Sasuke asks Itachi if all he can do is *smirk*, and his tongue is tripping over the syllables and the air feels hot and heavy around him.


Itachi shows him what else he can do by running his fingernail down Sasuke's jaw and leaning in close, lips barely caressing his cheek. This is the worst kind of pain Itachi can deliver, and Sasuke's hands hit the wall, scrabbling to get away as Itachi's hands are strong and sure against his body. Sasuke's flustered and Itachi is sure as hell of what he's doing. The younger boy wants to be furious with himself for the response that uncurls itself in his stomach but can't quite bring the familiar anger to the surface, and he's lost without that.

Sharingan gaze hot and *knowing* and he's still got that *smirk* on his face and Sasuke can't stop the moan ruelruel fingers trace his ribs and Itachi brings his face in close against Sasuke's ear and just... breathes...

"Oh god......."

And Sasuke's shaking now, is confused and lost and aching with something he'd only briefly felt when kissing Naruto but this is darker and harder and much worse than ever before.

He realizes he has to say no, so he does, but it comes out breathy and he's confused at the sound of his voice, this sounded more like a plea: needy and wanting. And he can *feel* the smirk against his cheek as Itachi murmurs,

"Yes."

Fingers are trickling licks of fire across his stomach and he's seeing spots, faintly reminds himself to breathe, is willing his body to just do something other than stand here, which he's not quite sure he's doing, because he's more like slumping weakly against the wall, can feel Itachi's thigh *slide* between his legs.

Itachi's just got this thing where his fingers are barely touching Sasuke, just enough to where they just brush across the skin leaving those trails of flame. The breathy moans and the quivering makes Itachi want to fuck him *hard*, but Itachi's not done with his mind yet.

Lips trace down his neck now, and Sasuke never realized how sensitive his skin was. They’re deceptively soft and Sasuke's neck goes boneless as he turns his head to the side, giving Itachi better access, and Itachi is touching Sasuke lightly everywhere, except for where he really wants it.

He needs total submission before he gives anything back.


A bite has Sasuke's back arching, not realizing he's grabbed Itachi's shoulders until fingers are wrapped in fabric.

Itachi's smirk gets wider against the pale column and he pulls back, thrilling in the look of distressukeuke's trying so hard to cover up, and he pulls back maintaining just enough distance to keep Sasuke shuddering there against the wall. Black nailed fingers trace up his jacket zipper and tug it down, hands spreading the fabric, then nails scoring softly down the exposed chest and red eyes drink up the sight before him. He wonders if Sasuke realizes how wanton he looks. Standing weakly against the wall, chest heaving and skin covered in a fine sheen of sweat, face turned to the side trying to hide beneath a blue-black sheen of hair.


Itachi moves his thigh in closer, grazing Sasuke, eliciting another weak moan that has him smiling wickedly.

Fingers uncurl themself to push weakly against Itachi's chest and Sasuke groans out, hoarsely, "You've got to stop."


Itachi leans forward in response, his breath playing along Sasuke's neck.

"Stop?" he asks, softly rubbing his thigh upward again, "...Or keep going?"

Sasuke shudders, violently and cannot help the thrust of his hips as he groans out, "Stop." And he's trying so damn hard to be firm.

Itachi smirks and says "You say one thing, but do another... what is it you *really* want?" He ends his question with a small lick along the ear.

Sasuke's nearly mindless, can't help the moan falling from his lips and he shakes his head, trying to shake this whole thing off, and his body is so *sensitive* because he can feel Itachi everywhere but he doesn't say anything.


Itachi asks, "Yes or no?"

Sasuke is still shaking his head as he whispers, "Yes."

Black eyes open heavily.... and he's gone as Itachi levels a smirk at him and fingers trace his face gently, mocking a lovers' caress. He's cruel and taunting and Sasuke pushes against him again because he knows that if Itachi just backs up he'll be able to think again. His body screams at the almost loss of contact as Itachi braces hands on either side of the boy's face and just *pushes* gently with his body.

He slowly rubs his nose along Sasuke's neck blowing softly over the trembling skin. "Do you still want me to leave?" he asks pulling back slightly.

The quivering boy pushes his neck out and his fingernails dig into the wall painfully, his breath is erratic, he's trying to force himself to breathe so he can say no, but can only stare up and Itachi with heavy eyes, confused and painfully aroused.


"You have to... this is *wrong*." He breathes out, pleadingly.

Itachi traces one finger across thick eyelashes, "Such confusion... What do you want Sasuke...just tell me."

He leans in... lips almost touching..."Tell me."

All Sasuke can breathe in is Itachi, a thick heady smell, and he feels his throat closing in rejection of the words his minds screaming to say but he can't stop the slight push up onto his toes to move his lips softly against cruel, smirking ones.

Black eyes grow wide with horror and he shoots back down mind reeling and his cock throbs painfully, like nothing Sasuke had ever felt before, but a hand shoots up and grabs his chin, holding him in place.


It was *wrong*, and he can only stare up in utter confusion and loss knowing that if he takes this step... "Wrong," he mumbles, not even trying to shake his head free of the firm grip because Itachi's hands feel good anywhere.

"But you want it Sasuke...... don't you?"


He does. Something dark and dangerous burns to life inside the Uchiha boy. Sasuke whimpers, his brow wrinkles in confusion and he nods, barely perceptible.

Itachi's smirk grows slightly.... "Say it."

"Yes." It's practically nothing in the air, but Sasuke knows Itachi can hear it, and his eyes close in utter defeat, his body is tensed and braced for rejection and something else.

Sasuke realizes he's never felt more alive.


Itachi moves back, breaking contact.... watching in triumph as Sasuke's knees hit the floor and Sasuke can only stare up, bereft and the loss of contact jackknifes through his body, eyes wide and glittering with need and the knowledge that he'd betrayed everyone and almost didn't care.


Itachi reaches out, sliding one perfect finger along Sasuke's jaw line and he wants to grab the wrist, his hand is halfway up before he forces himself to stop and it hangs there, and now Sasuke knows exactly what a puppet feels like. Knows Itachi's always held his strings, that Sasuke's done *everything* he's ever wanted.

Itachi lifts Sasuke's chin up higher... waiting for the tear clinging desperately to eyelashes to fall.


He whimpered, swallowing thickly, staring up into those cold eyes... "Itachi..." not knowing if it was a plea or a curse, Itachi's hand burning itself into Sasuke's skin, the black-haired boy knows he'll check for burn marks later.

Itachi slides gracefully to his knees staring straight into-through-Sasuke.

Who can only bite his lip and stare, absolutely helpless. His body starts forward and he stops himself again, stays in a crouch like a wild animal...

like prey...

wanting to run, but knows there's nowhere to go, nowhere that he could go that Itachi wouldn't find him and he knows he's damned because part of him thrills at that knowledge. Even in hate, Sasuke's not alone, never has been. Knows that even if this is *hate* from Itachi, it's being slowly redefined as the only love Sasuke can know and he whimpers again, hating himself for this, this need and want.

"Itachi... I can't..." He trails off, because those words won't come out, it's a sickness burning his body.

Itachi leans forward, eyes locked, Sasuke refusing to blink, "You belong to me... you will."

He knows he already does, can't stop the very small, "Yes" from breathing out between his lips.


Those eyes are hypnotic.


They fill his vision as Itachi leans forward more, his hand sliding up along Sasuke's chest. "Mine," Itachi purrs.

Sasuke arches back, up into the touch, hands slamming down on the floor and he mewls, low needy, which sounded pathetic to his ears, and it was like watching something horrible happen because he felt himself nod almost reverently. Knees weaken and hit the floor, his hands by his feet digging into the rug... and inside of him the sense of ownership clicked and he knew no one else could touch him like this, *possess* him like this.

Slowly Itachi leans in more, Sasuke leaning forward yearning for more contact. The smirk returns as Itachi pushes Sasuke back, always maintaining the same amount of distance between them and teeth bite ihis his lip to stop himself from crying out and just lay there, staring up at him, taking in the absolute perfection of the older man.

Knowing he'd always looked in the mirror, traced his features looking for Itachi.

Itachi holds onto Sasuke's gaze, drawing him in, as he removes his cloak and shirt and then slowly, painfully brings their chests to where they are almost touching.

Sasuke breathes in deep, heaving breaths that make his lungs burn like the rest of his body does. So much oxygen making his head spin as his eyes drank in pale skin and a well-formed chest. At the almost contact Sasuke goes rigid, squirming a bit knowing that he shouldn't just *lay* here and let this happen to him, tries to convince himself that this was one of those Very Wrong Things that was happening, but still couldn't look away, fascinated by the exact same shade of skin. Touching Itachi would be like porcelain rubbing up against porcelain and he knew that he'd be the one to crack and shatter.

Itachi runs a finger down Sasuke's chest, along his abdomen, hooking under the waist band of his shorts, and stops just short of contact.

"Oh god..." His stomach sucks in and his hips arches up *hard*. Sasuke thinks to himself, sarcastically, that this wasn't what he'd meant by moving and his head lolls back weakly.

“Tsk, tsk." Itachi slowly shakes his head, and presses down, holding Sasuke’s hips *just* short of contact.


The black-haired boy moans, loudly, the noise scraping his throat as his nails bite half-moons into his palms.

"Itachi...god... why are you..." his voice trails off and he swallows, helplessly staring up at the ceiling.


"Why am I what?" Itachi asks, slowly pulling Sasuke's shorts down, dragging the elastic band down along Sasuke's hips.

Sasuke moans again, loud and long as he fights to keep his hips down, realizing he's started shaking again. "Doing this. Why is this..." he stops again, speaking almost beyond him.


"This is..." he sinks onto his elbows as his arms start to shake, "too much."


"Too much?" Itachi repeats. "Or not enough?"

His eyes fly up to Itachi's again, he can *barely* think let alone deal with the taunting, and he mutters, "Both", working to keep the almost-sulk from his voice, but how could he think when Itachi was *staring* at him, watching him like this. Paying attention to him, even if it was in this sick joke. Because joke or not, Sasuke's skin was swallowing up the contact so it could be replayed in his dreams, in his bed when no one else was there.

Itachi tosses the now fully removed shorts off to the side and runs his hand back up along Sasuke's thigh, so close to where he needs it, and stops.

"So shall I stop then, if it's too much for you to take?"


He stares up; lips parted as he watched the hand slide up his thigh, every cell in his body screaming for more. The words process themselves slowly through this new development and scared black eyes widen.

'He wants to fucking *hear* it.' Sasuke thinks madly to himself, 'Itachi eats up the entire room, my entire world and now he wants my complete admission to this... *wrongness*?'

"What shall I do, Sasuke?" Itachi taunts.

"Don't..." he says softly, thinking that if Itachi left now he'd die. Knows that some part of him would.

It’s killing him, this razor-edge of satisfaction and fear and Itachi *knew* it. Sasuke could feel the knowledge mocking him through red eyes.

Itachi's hand drifts slowly towards the underside of Sasuke's thigh, "Say it, Sasuke," he orders.


His body shudders at the sound of his name, at the feel of his hand on his thigh, so close to where he needs it most and he thrusts his hips up again.

"But you... you bastard," He grounds out. "Don't..." his eyes flutter shut and his head drops back again, "stop."

And he tries to pretend that he didn't say it. Hears the words echo in his ear, and is ignoring them. He keeps his head back, glazed eyes staring sightlessly at the ceiling.

Itachi smirks down at the boy before him.... "Don't stop?" he repeats, forcing Sasuke to hear the words again. He leans forward and breaths into his ear, "I won't stop no matter how much you scream... and scream, you will."

Sasuke moans at the promise, body arching up and his hand shoots up to wrap itself in Itachi's long hair.

"Just... *please*," he begs. Not sure what for, but *knew* Itachi would show him.

Itachi twines Sasuke's hair around his fingers, pulling his head aside, and nibbles at the juncture of Sasuke's neck.

Sasuke's body feels like it was a livewire and his other hand clutches at Itachi's shoulder, bringing the rest of his body down hard on the floor but he didn't care, can't let go because if he did Itachi could *leave* and he can't now, not when everything inside of him had completely given over to this.

"Itachi..." He moans, and it was a curse and a blessing and he arches his neck up, wanting more. Itachi's knee slowly moves Sasuke's legs apart, Sasuke's brain only slightly registering the fact that Itachi is no longer wearing his pants before Itachi's teeth clamp onto his neck, and he cries out, his cock throbbing and jerking and Sasuke wanted it to bruise, wanted to be able to trace it over with his fingers when he was alone again, his fingers tightened their grip in the long hair as he held him there, felt the heat spread like wildfire across his body, eyes wide with newly-found desire.


Itachi licks the bite mark once and slowly blows on it, his free hand tracing small, lazy circles around one of Sasuke's nipples.

Sasuke shivered and tensed, biting into his bottom lip so hard he could taste the coppery tang, but that was fine because it kept him from losing it right *there.*

"Please... just..." he sobs, and another shudder wracked his body. Itachi ensures his grip in Sasuke's hair, pinches the nipple he was playing with, and before the feeling could reach Sasuke's brain, inserts a finger into Sasuke, pushing in all the way.

And Sasuke screamed for him, his body bucking at the invading pressure, his eyes wide and confused and he blinks back the tears. And, oh god, it *burned* and he realizes he'd said it aloud and glares accusingly at Itachi, tasting blood in his mouth again and licks his lip, trying to focus on anything but that *burning.*

Itachi smirks, curling his finger, finding a small bundle and slowly drawing his nail along it.

And Sasuke screamed again, this time from pleasure-pain that had him shaking on the floor, seeing spots and, ".... didn't know..." he couldn't stop babbling but it hurt so fucking good that his knees went lax and wide and his hips were writhing on the cold floor.

"That's it Sasuke," Itachi says, continuing to rub in small circles. "Scream for me."

So he did, feet pressing down hard as he pushes his hips down, pulling on Itachi's hair and his nails digging into his shoulder in his search for more of this, wanted more of this pain, this pleasure. His eyes focus on Itachi, his *brother*, and he cries out again.

"God... Itachi... it's too... oh...." he’s a mindless squirming thing, the pain nearly gone as he works himself down onto the finger.

Itachi pulls out slightly, blinking lazily before inserting the second finger along with it.


Black eyes widen at the loss and then he was stretched again, fingers
scissoring inside of him and he was so close, close to *something*, it runs down his spine and he looks down, eyes trapped on Itachi's cock and an image flashed in his brain of what he was being prepared for and he moans again, terrified and impossibly turned on.

His body tenses and he shakes his head, only to yell again as Itachi's fingernail grazes that spot again.

Itachi leans forward, pulling Sasuke's head off the floor, nipping at his ear, "Do you want it Sasuke?" accenting the question with another rub of his prostate.

Sasuke wants to laugh, but cries out instead, "Yes. Dammit..." his lips fell against cool, pale skin as he asks, "....please?" Burying his face in the crook of his neck to hide the blush and cries out again as the fingers make his body sing. And he was begging for it... for this, and it sent another dark thrill through him that he had been reduced to this, knowing suddenly why his brother considered him so weak, could feel it into his bones.

Itachi would never beg for anything this carnal.

Weak.

Itachi slides his fingers out, and starts entering him slowly, wrenching Sasuke's head to where he is forced to watch as Itachi claims him as his own.

And Sasuke watched, whimpering and tensing from the pain, fingers had only done *so* much and he resented the hell out of this need that made him push himself down. The part that adored the pain he was getting, loved how Itachi hurt him.

Could feel himself being ripped apart as his eyes fill with pained tears. He moans, and his body squirms away from this intense pressure.

"It hurts..." he couldn't stop the words from escaping.

Itachi stops as he finishes, resting fully inside Sasuke, and looks down at his brother squirming beneath him.

"Can you not take the pain, Sasuke?" His top lip curls slightly, aiming for the pride this time, "And you call yourself an Uchiha?"


Hot black eyes shoot up in a glare and he scowls at Itachi.

"I'm... fine..." he grinds out tightly and wills his body to relax.

Itachi pulls out halfway and pushes back in harshly, "Are you really?"


Sasuke realizes what he'd said. His eyes widening even more as the reality of the situation soaks into him, as he soaks in the feeling of being completely possessed by someone else. He thrashes uselessly against Itachi, wanting to fight this acceptance.

"Oh god..." He groans as he forces his hands to release their grip on his shoulders, and still... his cock is hard and weeping and he’s so turned on it’s almost painful.

"Oh god..."

Itachi thrusts in again, refusing to let Sasuke forget his promise. He would scream again.

Itachi was sure of it.

Sasuke moans as his body adjusts, as Itachi hits that *spot* and he moans, bites his lip. Lays weakly on the floor, realizing his legs were aching because they were clenched around Itachi's waist so *tightly*, saw the challenge in those eyes and felt his eyes slip into the Sharingan as Itachi's hips thrust again.

Itachi slides his thumb along the base of Sasuke's cock, a lone finger teasing relentlessly.

"Oh..." Tries desperately to bite back his moans and tries not to open his hips up and push into that hand so Itachi could go in *deeper* and grasp him harder but fails and he moans loudly, red eyes narrowing in hate.


Itachi revels in the hot gaze full of hate, picking up his pace, grinding Sasuke's hips into the rug.

"I hate you..." He moans as his hips push up into Itachi's. "Fucking... bastard..." and his hand shoots up to regrip a strong shoulder, nails biting into the skin, drawing blood.

Leaves his mark.


"You love it," Itachi smirks, angling in deeper, moving faster.

Sasuke shakes his head frantically as his legs draw up even farther, and he’s *alive* for the first time since he saw Itachi standing over the bodies of their family, moaning as Itachi hits into him again and again, his hand scrabbling at the shoulder desperately, and he is so fucking *close* if Itachi would just... let him finish so this could just be over, and even as he thinks this his body tightens with fear, that it would be over and he'll be left with this ghost haunting him again.

"You will always love it, always remember it, because you are *mine.*" Itachi breathes into Sasuke's ear.... and stops moving.

Sasuke cries out, hips pushing desperately against immovable hips.

"Who do you belong to?" Itachi demands.

"Itachi..." Sasuke pleads hating himself, knowing this is what Itachi had ultimately wanted and stares up at him, "please... god... don't."

"Who?"

"You..." he chokes out, tears finally falling from his eyes, "you."


And it was true.

Itachi had created him years ago, and recreated him today with his cock and his hands and vicious eyes.


Grinning in triumph Itachi wraps his fingers around Sasuke's cock, and with one pull and another thrust, forever etches that one word in his mind. Sasuke screams out, his body tightening and everything going dim and black and he screams Itachi's name as he finds his release.

Itachi continues his thrusts, Sasuke's tightness milking him as he comes with a harsh gasp.

It’s a mockery of perfection, and Sasuke drops back onto the floor, limp and quivering. Sasuke hears the small noise from above him and loves it, something that shows him Itachi isn't completely inhuman.


He leans down again, slowly pulling himself up, leaving Sasuke alone on the floor.

Reaching out a slightly trembling hand, he taps Sasuke's forehead and murmurs, "Tomorrow."

Sasuke's eyes close and he shudders, his body still tingling, and he mutters softly, heart aching, "Always a poke and then tomorrow."

Eyes reopened in a question, a plea he couldn't voice.

Itachi simply smirks back. "Always."