Broken Dolls

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Sasuke's walking home one evening, just lost in his thoughts, when he suddenly stops as a memory is tugged in his mind, he can't locate it but it's there. He looks up, trying to find the cause and sees the flower shop, walks in and looks around slowly, trying to find that one smell that triggered the unknown memory.

Slowly he moves around the store, eyes closed, breathing in trying to find *it*. Finally he stops..... the smell filling his mind and he grabs the flowers, he can't stand not knowing why he is drawn to them, so he will *make* himself remember.

“Excuse me,” he says briskly as he hands the cashier his money for the flowers, “What kind of flowers are these?”

The woman glances at the large cluster of blue flowers in his hands. “Oh, those are Hyacinths. ‘Blue Jacket’ is their common-”

“Thank you,” he interrupts distractedly, as he turns and walks off. The name doesn’t make him think of anything...

He takes them home, and places them all around his room, allowing the small room to soak in the smell and thinks.......... casting his mind about to what it could remind him of. It wasn’t a mission. His mother didn’t keep a flower garden...

Memories of sparks, flicker through his mind and he gasps knees growing weak. He almost launches forward with the sheer impact of the smell hitting him combined with the strength of the memory.

He hits the floor and curls up, hugging his knees, surrounded by the flowers.... the heady smell of the one person who can reduce him to such a state, the smell of the only person that *shouldn't* be able to do this to him...

He sit his his floor, fingers wrapped in his hair, just devastated at his body's response, because as soon as he realized it was Itachi, desire flashed through him, runs han hand over his face, lightly down his neck, and cannot believe what he's doing as he unzips his jacket. Skin tingling as he runs the memories of that night through his head. Fingers run across his chest and he pinches and pulls his nipple *hard* desperately trying to mimic Itachi's touch and all he can see is a red gaze and his smirk.

He's sick, he knows he's absolutely sick for *this* but cannot stop himself from stripping completely down, because it's not like anyone has to know... Lays himself on his bed and is suddenly thankful that it didn't happen *here* because he'd never sleep, never want to leave this room, lets his hand trace Itachi's movements across his body, and in his head it becomes Itachi's hand on his thigh.

Itachi's hand sliding up to where he needs it most and Sasuke moans but he needs the pain too. It's not Itachi without the pain... As he slips two fingers into his mouth, just the *idea* that flashes through his head at that gesture makes his cock jerk and he moans again his legs spread as he inserts a finger hard, trying to find that spot Itachi had, his fingernail scrapes and his body bucks up hard and he's stroking himself almost painfully. In his head, Itachi is smirking down at him as he fucks him with his finger and Sasuke comes, hard and fast, groaning Itachi's name and wincing at the same time. He lays on the bed, limp, still hollow just breathing in his scent and its torture for him.

Itachi moves back from the shadows, the familiar smirk playing about his cold features, just another flower in the scent that smothers Sasuke. The seed he had planted was blooming beautifully. Just a few more days before the flower was Itachi's for the taking....... and breaking.

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Sasuke can see Kakashi's eye narrow at him seriously, knows he hasn't been focused, and he hasn't even been trying. Half of him here, with the training, only half-heartedly berating Naruto. Shakes off his teacher's gaze with a shrug and a muttered, "Just a little sick, maybe."

The rest of him with Itachi. The thought of him, flowers still in his room, dying slowly but he can't throw them out, can't rid himself of the one thing that reminds him of how *alive* he'd felt. Stared into the mirror last night, tracing his features with his hand before grabbing a flower and running it along his neck, the smell of it wrapping around him. Could see the desperation in his eyes and dropped the flower, crushing it under his foot before going to the bathroom to shower. And when he comes out, smelling of only soap, it haunts him. He’s been hollow since then, felt so *alive* for a brief time only to have it ripped from him. Keeps himself from digging his fingers into his skin to bleed this out of him.

"Well..." Kakashi started thoughtfully, looking at the pale figure before him. Paler than normal. "Since you're sick, don't come tomorrow. Naruto and Sakura might appreciate the break."

Sasuke nods, not even caring and trudges home. An eye narrows at his back and Kakashi watches him leave, shoulders slumped, feet almost dragging. Makes a note to keep a sharper eye on him, and starts home himself.

He walks into his house, assaulted by the smell of the flowers and avoids looking into his living room. Just walks into his room, eyes down and he looks up, startled, His eyes narrow as he notices the flowers are gone.

He grabs his kunai and looks around the room, heaeatieating a tattoo in his chest and he refuses to let the half-hope surface. Sees his window open, and *knows* he never leaves it open. Walks slowly to it and every nerve in his body is sparking and starting to come alive, muscles tensed and his fingers are white-knuckling the kunai, staring out the window and looks down to the street below.

And he knows it's *him* and doesn't want to see him. Not now. Where the smell still lingers strong in his nose, when he's breaking like this. When he can't muster up the hate for Itachi because he's too busy hating himself. Hates the fact that he's doing exactly what Itachi wants, walking right down the path he made but nothing can stop him. Not even the famous Uchiha control.

Forces himself to slam the window shut and turns away, scowling. Furious with himself for the small hope that just died in his chest. For being unable to stop himself from wishing, and he sits on the edge of his bed. Pulls his sandals off, unwrapping the straps that cover his calves. The ritual soothing him slightly as he re-rolls them into small balls and places them on his night stand. Brushes his fingers against his calves and can't stop the small shudder, and sighs.

"Fucking Itachi," he mumbles, unzippine jae jacket. Scowls again as he pulls off his armbands, and unties his forehead protector. All of the items placed methodically in their place.

Sasuke stays seated on the edge of his bed, pale shoulders hunched over as he puts his head in his hands.

"Fucking *Itachi*," he mutters again as his eyes close. He's so tired.

"Is that how you want it Sasuke?" a familiar voice breathes into his ear.

His ear tingles and he tenses and jumps. "Shit!" Black eyes widen in shock as he stares up at Itachi. He’s thinking he might be hallucinating, but remembers the flowers.

Moves to reach for his kunai, saying, "Get the hell away from me."

He's pleased when his voice sounds stronger and firmer than he's feeling.

"I don't think that's what you want Sasuke." Itachi says taking a step forward.

He backs up, hand going behind him to his kunai and narrows his eyes hatefully at his brother.

"It's exactly what I want."

"How often do you think of it?" Itachi asks, ignoring Sasuke's answer.

His composure slips briefly and he mutters, "What makes you think I would? I don't -ever." His mind flashing back to trying to recreate Itachi's smell and the feel of his body thrusting into his and shakes his head. He scowls and his fingers find the kunai.

"Do you dream of it?" Itachi slowly advances on him.

Fingers wrap fully around the handle and he brings it behind his back.

"No." He denies.

"You're sick..." he begins, jaw clenching.

Itachi smirks. "It's useless to lie to me. I can see it in your eyes."

And the eyes drop to the ground briefly as Sasuke realizes he's trembling again. Wishes it was from fear, or excitement of a fight. Shakes his head again, "I don't!"

His hand is sweaty against the kunai, and Itachi's too close again, clouding his mind.

"Do you touch yourself? Imagining it's me...... wishing it was?" Itachi murmurs.

Sasukbodybody quakes at the words, eyelids growing heavy and his throat feels like it's closing again as he replies, "No..."

"Liar," Itachi breathes, running a finger across Sasuke's bottom lip.

His eyes fall shut at the touch and he resists the urge to lick his lips, remembers sucking his fingers into his mouth and chokes back a moan. "I'm not..."

Can feel the intense heat from Itachi again, hates the automatic response of his body to just a *touch*.

"Oh but you are," Itachi purrs. "I pull at you..... don't I?"

He shakes his head, the words vibrating through his body, and looks into Itachi's eyes. Can't help the slight sway forward, the shaking hand still clutching the kunai behind his back, can feel the metal warm in his hand but can't bring his arm up. Wills his body to react the way it *should* and he takes a shaky step back.


Itachi matches his step and his smirk widens. "You can't run, you belong to me. You said it yourself."

A whimper half-escapes through his lips, he chokes on it, memories assaulting him, eyes wide and pained and starting to burn again. "I don't. I don't. You're wrong." It sounds weak, but he's reveling in the fact he actually got the words out and his grip tightens on the Kunai, as he almost makes his arm come forward.

Itachi reaches out and slides his fingertips down Sasuke's arm.

The black-haired boy sucks in his lower lip and his body tightens at the contact, the fingertips setting him on fire. Itachi's so close...

His hand continues down around to Sasuke's wrist, his steps moving him forward even more.

Sasuke can't look away from Itachi's impassive face, trying to find any kind of emotion in the unreadable eyes and sways forward again, goose bumps erupting all over his skin. His hand trembles underneath the contact and his fingers tighten until they ache around the Kunai, he’s surprised that the knife hasn't shattered in his grip

Itachi forces his fingers underneath the kunai, raking his nails along Sasuke's palm, rolling it out of his grip, and placing his hand in its place.

His hand clenches the others’ in the only firm contact they've had, and Sasuke turns his head to look at their hands. His knees quake slightly before locking, and he mumbles, "You can't just *do* this."

Itachi brings their hands up, level with Sasuke's face, and slowly, deliberately, leans in to lick the tops of Sasuke's fingers. "But you can?"

He can't stop the moan as he sees the tongue move along his fingers, they tighten even more, "No, I can't... I can't do this." His voice is frantic, face pained and hard as he just watches and cannot bring himself to do anything.

Itachi takes one into his mouth, sliding his tongue around it, looking into Sasuke's eyes. "Then stop me," he says around the finger.

He cants forward, free hand shooting out, gripping Itachi's shoulder to stop his fall as he moans at the sight of this, the feel of wet heat around his fingers. Doesn't realize the tongue darting out, wetting his lips, that they're open, that he's panting and he nods dumbly in response.

Hand flattens out against his shoulder and pushes and it's painful to try to wrench his hand away because he just wants to stay, to be able to take one step forward. Wants strostrong arms around him, but he knows that won't happen because it's *Itachi.*

Itachi lets go of the fingers and, against Sasuke's pushing, steps forward, staring into his eyes.

Sasuke's hand stays there for a second before he bring it up to push the other shoulder, can't stop the small caress against cool pale skin, can't help but lay his hand against his shoulders, keeping them still for a moment before pushing again.

Itachi reaches up his hand and runs his fingers through Sasuke's hair. "Why do you resist me?" he asks softly.

Sasuke moves his head up into the hand before he even realizes what he's doing, and his brow creases in confusion at the sound of Itachi's voice.

"You're *hurting* me." He says painfully, the words out before he even knew what he was going to say. And it's gone beyond the fact that it's *wrong*, to the awful truth that Itachi was using him to amuse himself, that all he wanted was to break him.

Itachi's hand slides back through the soft hair to Sasuke's neck, pulling him forward slightly as he leans, their lips touching and he murmurs, "Didn't I bring you pleasure?"

Sasuke's eyelids flutter as he tilts his head up, his lips burning with the contact, can't stop himself from raising himself up on his toes, fingers clutching the cloak.

“That's not..." Moans as his lips move against Itachi's. Wants to just press forward and complete the almost-kiss, wonders what Itachi tastes like "... it doesn't matter..." he finishes lamely.

Itachi slowly licks Sasuke's bottom lip. "Didn't I?" his breath playing over the soft flesh.

Sasuke's knees buckle slightly as he whimpers, "It doesn't matter... you don't care..." His body is trembling and he presses forward clumsily against the touch, can feel the blush rising through his body.

Itachi turns his head, grazing his lips sideways along the length of Sasuke's. "I don't?" he questions.

Sasuke blinks dumbly, biting back the moan at the loss of his lips and his head falls forward slightly. "You never have before." Thinks back on their childhood together, how much he'd wished then that Itachi would just *be* with him, because Itachi was *everything* to him back then. Everything he'd wanted to be.

Itachi was *still* everything to Sasuke.


Itachi presses their noses and foreheads together, staring straight into Sasuke. "Never?"

Black eyes stare back helplessly at him, feels their breath mingling together in the air and answers, "You *left*."

Itachi smirks slightly, knowing Sasuke can't see it. Check... "I left you *alive*," he states.

Sasuke's eyes fill at that and he shudders, forehead pressing fully against Itachi's as he weakens. "I don't..." His tongue is thick in his mouth and he wets his dry lips. "I was all alone." Suddenly feeling eight years old again.

"Are you now?" Itachi asks, drawing Sasuke in.

His chest tightens at that and he lets himself weaken even more.

Shakes his head slightly, "No... but you're not... this *isn't*...god...” He breathes, "I will be."

"Everyone is alone for a time," Itachi murmurs, intertwining one of their hands. So close......

The tenderness is killing him, Itachi's voice wrapping around him like a spell and Sasuke squeezes his hand, the contact there spreading up his arm like fire. Eyes close and he whispers, "I don't want to be alone."

Heh. Checkmate. "Who says you have to be?" Itachi purrs before leaning in and pressing their lips together.

The kiss is exactly what he'd dreamed it would be, he moans softly and opens his mouth under Itachi's. Fingers clutching to Itachi's hand and shoulder for support as his knees give out.

Itachi slips his tongue into the waiting mouth and slowly teases Sasuke, running the tip along his palate.

Another moan leaves the dark-haired boy and his body feels every single molecule of air against it as his tongue brushes shyly against Itachi's. He's weak and trembling everywhere and he presses against the other body, his mouth completely accepting and open, lips moving against his.

Itachi carefully dominates the kiss, rubbing their tongues together, bringing his hand up under Sasuke's shirt moving toward his back, pressing them flush.

Sasuke follows the kiss, his hand moving to grip the back of Itachi's neck for support and his breath is coming hard and fast through his nose. Moaning deep and low in his throat at the added contact and he goes limp, his fingers rub Itachi's neck softly, hesitantly and this is nothing like it was last time, soft and tender where Itachi had been hard and cruel.

Itachi deepens the kiss, lifting Sasuke off his feet and moving toward the bed, as he tries to keep from smirking. This boy was just too much fun to play with.....

Sasuke's legs lifted and wrapped themselves around Itachi's hips, his hand pulling Itachi closer, wanting to completely lose himself in this. He'd never felt anything like this in his life, and it made him want to cry. He reopened his eyes, pulling his other hand out of Itachi's grip and hesitantly bringing it up to his face, thumb brushing against Itachi's cheek.

Itachi stared into his brother's eyes: they shined with hope and love and it was almost enough to make him laugh. He leaned into the touch as he climbed onto the bed, still holding Sasuke in his arms.

Sasuke pulls his lips away, moaning at the loss of contact even as he does it, pulling deep breaths into his burning s. Hs. His touch is surer against Itachi's face, gently tracing his jaw line, touching his cheekbones.

Memorizing this.

"Itachi...?" He's confused, doesn't know how to deal with this or what to do. It's nothing like before, the blood is still pulsing hotly through his body, but it's all so *different*.

"Ssshhh," Itachi softly commands, laying Sasuke back on his bed, and moving to take off his shirt.

Sasuke watches, falling silent, *obeying* automatically and his hand reaches out to touch the newly exposed skin. Looks up questioningly as he caresses smooth, pale skin. He's never touched *anyone* like this before.

Itachi nods slightly and grabs the end of Sasuke's shirt slowly maneuvering it upward.

The cloth feels like sandpaper against him, and he mutely raises his arms.

Itachi removes the shirt and leans down, pressing their chests together, kissing Sasuke's exposed neck.

The younger boy arches against Itachi, moaning as his head falls to the side. One hand tracing down Itachi's side, testing the caress, the other moving across his shoulder, fingernails dragging against the skin.

"Itachi..." He gasps, blushing hotly before asking, "Can I... touch you?" His hands trembling against cool skin. Eyes close in mortification.

Itachi lays small kisses along Sasuke's collar bone, taking the hand on his side and moving it to his back, silently giving permission as he moves out of his pants.

And he moans at the feel of the lips against his skin, at the feel of his muscles rippling beneath his hand. Moved his hand up, and across, pulled his other arm back to tuck it between them and his fingers whisper against the firm chest. Sucked his lower lip in again and worried it with his teeth, trying not to moan pitifully, his body writing beneath Itachi's.

His hand firmer on the other man's back, still moving hesitantly, not quite sure which direction it wanted to go. Everything was so soft, he was trying so hard not to do anything to ruin this, didn't want to screw up and be left again.

"There's no need to be so unsure," Itachi whispers into Sasuke's ear as he pulls his shorts down to his knees, using a foot to push them the rest of the way off.

"Mmm... but I don't know..." He paused, unbelievably embarrassed as he said, "It's not like I've ever... you're the only one I've ever... touched like this." He couldn't pin his thoughts down, get a complete sentence out to save his life. Shudders at air that rushed over his now nude form and twisted his head to look at Itachi.

"I don't want... I want you to *like* it." And the words hurt coming out, baring his soul to Itachi.

"Just do what feels right," Itachi breathes, running his hands along Sasuke's sides, "I'll like it."

Itachi slides down and takes one of Sasuke's nipples in his mouth, softly sucking on it. I'll really like it, he thinks smugly to himself.

Sasuke groans, hands move to Itachi's shoulders, legs spread wide as he thrusts against the body above him, trying to find friction. Tugs on Itachi's shoulders pleadingly and pulls an arm back down to lift himself up a bit.

Itachi looks up and places two of his fingers on Sasuke's lips. "It will make it easier," he murmurs and goes to Sasuke's other nipple. Easier in so many ways.....

He moans and opens his mouth, leaning forward and sucks Itachi's fingers into his mouth, slides a hesitant tongue across them. His eyes meet Itachi's and they darken and heat as he shudders and sucks harder. Tongue playing with the fingers, body beginning to tense and throb and ache with knowledge.

He wanted it to be gentler, Sasuke thought wildly.

After waiting to get his fingers coated Itachi removes his fingers and reaches down to his entrance.

"Relax," he murmurs into Sasuke's lips, and then slowly pushes one finger past the tight ring of muscle.

"Oh... oh god..." He moans loudly at the feeling and spreads even farther, arching up, pushing down onto the finger. The burns still there, but this time it's sweeter...welcomed.

"Slowly," Itachi breathes, moving the finger in and out, adjusting him.

Itachi's being *gentle* and Sasuke can feel his cock against his thigh and wonders at the thought that maybe it is him, maybe this isn't just to kill him and nods, moaning again as he trembles uncontrollably, getting almost dizzy with the feelings coursing through him. Tries to keep his hips from jerking, tries to listen and his body feels so heavy.

Itachi pulls the finger out and slowly inserts the second, allowing Sasuke to adjust again before slowly moving them.

"Yes," he hisses between clenched teeth, his hand moving on top of the hand Itachi's bracing himself with and circles his wrist. "Itachi..." His eyes close in pleasure and he's overcome and feels so *alive* again, so close to complete and his hips screw themselves down onto Itachi's fingers relishing in the burn.

Itachi smiles down at the boy beneath him, who so lso lost in the moment, and curls his fingers into Sasuke's prostate.

Eyes widen at the smile and Sasuke screams his name as his vision blurs and his cock jerks hard, precome dripping onto his stomach. There's emotion choking his chest and he can hardly breathe, all he can see is that look on Itachi's face, and he mumbles, "So beautiful," as he twists himself down again.

Itachi scissors Sasuke carefully avoiding the spot, teasing only slightly, trying to work him open as much as he can. "If you could only see yourself..." Itachi muses looking down at the quivering form beneath him.

He whimpers at the words and the teasing touch as he stares up at Itachi. Shakes his head, and Sasuke wants so desperately to believe is affection and need coming from him. Looking at him like he was *something*, like Sasuke was...

"Don't joke," He mumbled, twisting his head to the side.

Itachi kept at his scissoring, pressing outward even more and adding a third finger. He pressed his nose into Sasuke's hair and breathed, "So wanton with your pale cheeks flushed as you say my name. So innocent in your looks..."

Sasuke thrashed at the burning addition, but the words washed it away, and he shuddered, he shut his eyes tightly holding onto the words and whimpered.

"You don't have to..." he stopped, knowing he was lying. He wanted to hear it; his mind was reeling with it. Felt Itachi's hot breath and shuddered again, thinking that no one had ever said anything like that...knowing that no one else would ever see this from him.

"Are you ready?" Itachi asks nudging Sasuke's ear. Itachi had been ready the instant he'd set foot in this room.....

He nodded frantically, cock jumping, his body tensing with eagerness. "Yes... god, yes, please..."

Turned his head to Itachi's face and kissed his cheek softly. Trying not to jump out of his skin at the thought of Itachi fucking him with this attitude.

Itachi removes his fingers and positions himself, holding eyes with Sasuke as he slowly enters him, pausing as Sasuke covers him, inch by inch, so as not to overwhelm the boy. Itachi holds in a smirk..... that's for later.

It's nothing like last time, he thinks wildly. He's burning up with the pleasure pain and can't tear his eyes from Itachi's. His hands grip strong shoulders tightly as he moans at the feeling. The hollowness completely dissipates when Itachi fills him.

"You feel good," he breathes, slightly amazed and forces his body to relax. He blushes and wants to hide because it seems like Itachi can see straight down to his soul when he looks at him like this.

Itachi leans forward and kisses the blushing cheeks, "Just wait," he promises, and slowly begins to move in and out, waiting to increase the pace.

His legs tighten around Itachi's hips as he scrabbles to pull himself up closer, wanting him deeper, needing him to completely consume him. He's going crazy, it feels so good, so *right* and he nods weakly. Nuzzles into the crook of Itachi's neck and bites him softly, darting his tongue out to taste his skin.

Itachi continues rocking his hips into Sasuke, picking up the pace, angling upward at Sasuke's prostate, one hand flitting along Sasuke's side.

Sasuke screams again as Itachi hits that spot and his head falls back weakly, hand still gripping the shoulder, crossing his feet at the ankles and bracing them against the small of Itachi's back.

"Itachi... Itachi... oh, god, Itachi..." he chants, his cock dripping steadily as he pushed back down onto Itachi. And this might be the sweetest moment of his life, and he never wants this to end.

Itachi holds that angle and continues to thrust into Sasuke, claiming his mouth in another kiss. He's almost there...

He shudders and opens his mouth against the perfect lips against his and wraps his hands in Itachi's hair, holding him there. Tongue more aggressive this time as he runs it along Itachi's, flicking into his mouth before darting back and everything making him shudder and thrash and moan it was all *toofuckingmuch* for him, his mind flashed back to Itachi's smiling face over his and he shuddered hard and moaned deep in his throat, A keening, needy sound.

Itachi slides his hand along Sasuke's trembling stomach and slowly wraps his long fingers around Sasuke, and beings to pump him in time, rubbing his thumb along the slit, knowing he was about to reach the end.

"Itachi, please!" He cried out, his entire body tensed and trembling, tightened around the cock inside of him and his hands tightened in his hair as his back arched, eyes wide and begging for release.

Itachi increases the speed, hitting harder and deeper, his hand gripping Sasuke's arm hard as he tightened around him.

"Oh god... Itachi... I'm going to... I need to..." he was completely lost in the feel of Itachi inside him. Surrounding him. He tightened, impossibly, coming in hot thick spurts all over Itachi’s hand and his stomach, head thrown back as he bit back his yells.

Itachi came hard as the heat enclosed around him, allowing a small grunt as he fell forward onto Sasuke. He would wait until Sasuke's heart beat slowed.....


Sasuke was shaking and trembling, his legs and arms wrapped limply around Itachi as he buried his face again in the crook of his neck, laying wet open mouth kisses against the skin. Mind blissfully blank as he slowly came back into his head.

Itachi winds his fingers around Sasuke's thick hair and slowly rubs their cheeks together. Then slowly, carefully, he pulls out, maintaining his grip on his brother. Nearly there.....

He whimpers at the loss and nuzzles back, eyes sliding open, blinking the world back into focus.

Itachi stares hard into the pillow, listening to Sasuke's breathing as it slows and starts to even out. This was way better than Kisame's plan of 'just kill him.'

*Flashback*

"What are we still doing here?" Kisame asks, annoyed as he looks down at the village. He looks up, smirking and finishes, "Kill him already. God knows he's too weak to put up much of a fight."

"We're breaking him," Itachi says as he remembers Sasuke's reaction before... this would be so much better. "You think he's weak now...... just wait."

Kisame stares over at the other man, the words running chills up his spine. "What's the point? He'll end up dead either way."

"It's more fun this way. Besides, killing the spirit is harder than killing the body. Have you ever crushed the spirit out of a man and left him an empty shell before?" Itachi asks, looking at Kisame.

Kisame rolled his eyes up at Itachi. "I like crushing their bones better." He picks at his nail before adding, "You're really into this, aren't you?"

Itachi looks back out across the village. "He's the perfect toy," he murmured. "My little China Doll."


*End Flashback*

Sasuke's hand goes to trace the features once again as he murmurs, "Itachi?"

Itachi lifts up slightly and gazes down at the pale boy. The China doll had fractured. How long until it broke completely? He lifts himself off of Sasuke, and moves to gather his clothes but is pulled up short by a hand around his wrist.

Not long at all it seemed.

Sasuke sprawls across the bed, clinging to Itachi’s hand. "Don't leave," he begs. "Please... won't you stay?" The heady smell of Itachi driving him mad.

Itachi blinks and with a small smile he sits down on the edge of the bed beside the younger boy. He traces Sasuke's cheekbone with the back of his fingers, almost laughing at the hope that shimmered in his eyes. He lets the question hang in the air for a moment. Then...

"Never."

Sasuke's world falls down around him as the question he asked and the answer he receives penetrated the blissful haze around his mind. Itachi leaves the room, listening to the music of Sasuke's sobs and desperate cries.

Dolls were always more beautiful when they were broken.