Hunting You (Hate Taking)

Title: Hunting You (more aptly, Hate Taking)
Author: Pesha
Rating: R
Fandom: Naruto
Pairing: Uchihacest (Itachi/Sasuke)
Summary: Meme fic written with this line of dialogue from Suukou: "Itachi's voice was silk concealing poison as he murmured, "Who do I have to kill to make you hate me enough?"

NOTE: Written for my sister, Suukou.

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Sasuke panted harshly, thin chest heaving with exertion. He gripped the kunai harder, trying desperately not to show his weakness with anything so pathetic as shaking hands. Sasuke had spent the majority of his life hunting for Itachi. Now that he had found him, it seemed nothing had really changed in their relationship. Sasuke screamed and fought for Itachi’s attention; Itachi ignored Sasuke’s attempts with a casual cruelty born of an arrogance wholly his own.

Sasuke was a prodigy. He was a genius ninja. He knew his talents and knew them well. He had found Itachi -or rather Itachi had let himself be found, whispered the sarcastic voice inside his mind- at daybreak. It was now sunset and he was tired, sweaty, and bleeding from his own stupidity.

Kunai slipped through my fingers, have to catch it. Damn! Grabbed the blade. Now my hand is slick with blood. Itachi saw. Of course he saw. He never misses anything. Itachi wouldn’t have done something so stupid. Damn!

Itachi still looked immaculate. Pale, beautiful. Not even a single strand of hair out of place. It drove Sasuke mad.

He can see me coming. Fine! Let him see this.

With a flash, Sasuke had managed to summon up the chakra necessary for chidori and he ran full-tilt at Uchiha Itachi. The oldest son of the Uchiha clan. Hist ret remaining relative.

Practice makes perfect, eh? Kakashi said that time was something chidori would always take. Well, practice showed that he was wrong. I’m going to finish you, Itachi. Watch me now!

Itachi calmly awaited his brother’s attack. Apparently unfazed by the deadly attack barreling towards him, Itachi just watched Sasuke come.

Sasuke got to the striking point, drew back his chakra-enclosed fist, and…stopped.

“I can kill you now! Bastard! Defend yourself!” he demanded, rage choking him, marring his voice into a throaty growl.

“Sasuke,” Itachi's voice was silk concealing poison as he murmured, "Who do I have to kill to make you hate me enough?"

Sasuke gasped unbelievably. He’s still not afraid. With the chidori practically singeing his cloak, he’s still not afraid of me.

“What--?”

“You can’t kill me. Even now, you hesitate. I destroyed our clan, Sasuke. I killed our parents, Sasuke. You can’t kill me now? Why hesitate? Why does it matter if I defend myself or not? You claim to be an avenger? Avenge them now! Avenge our family nowsukesuke. Kill me,” Itachi’s quiet words fanned the flame in Sasuke, made the hate rise high only to die down in a blast of chidori at Itachi’s feet.

He’s never said my name so many times in all my life. Why do I care that he say it? Why do I want to hear him say it again?

“I’m not you. I won’t kill in cold blood. I’m an avenger. Not a murderer,” Sasuke’s entire being was a sharpened line of hate-fuelled intent in that moment.

Itachi snapped a long arm out to grab Sasuke. Knocking the kunai from his grip, Itachi pulled his little, hateful brother into his arms and whispered darkly against cracked lips, “Your eyes always hold such hate in them, little brother. Not even mine own hold such rage. I wonder if these eyes of mine see what I think they see.”

Then, Itachi burned Sasuke’s hate from him. Rage-hot flames flared wildly, died in the ice that formed when Itachi’s cold lips met Sasuke’s, and -phoenix-like- were reborn in a rush of heat that shook both brothers to the core. Itachi’s mockingly tender kiss turned fiercely savage as Sasuke willed his taut body into action. Sasuke knocked his taller brother to his knees with a well-aimed, unexpectedly savage kick and used his free hands to lock tightly into Itachi’s long hair, holding him in place -all the while never breaking the kiss.

Fire. Ice. Fire. All my life. Itachi. All my life hunting for this. For you. Itachi. You are mine now. Watch. See. I‘ve found you.

Itachi’s mouth opened as he hit his knees and Sasuke swept his tongue inside, wanting nothing more than to crawl inside his brother’s body and consume him from the inside out. He tasted the coppery tang of blood and wondered if it were from his own lips -Already cracked before, maybe broken now?- or from Itachi’s, as he bit down viciously on the full lower lip, he decided that he didn’t care. Uchiha blood always tasted the same anyway.

Sasuke jerked away from Itachi’s mouth when his tongue was sharply bitten.

What? He wants this! I see! Sharingan? Damn. Slipping. Damn. So much hate.

Jerking Itachi’s head back to remind him of the fine, strong hands in his hair, Sasuke rasped, “What, Itachi? Desperate for a taste of the last of your bloodline? Didn’t you get enough Uchiha blood when you destroyed our clan?”

“So much hate from you, Sasuke,” Itachi whispered darkly, Sharingan eyes weighed down with some kind of sorrow, “I destroyed all that Uchiha was because all that Uchiha has ever been is a barrier between me and mine. You hold such hate for me, Sasuke. All I’ve ever felt for you is the purest, most despicable sort of love.”

Sasuke visibly flinched at Itachi’s muttered confession.

“You lie!” he accused, releasing his right hand from Itachi’s silken hair to deliver a harsh slap to his face, breaking his lip open to allow a steady trickle of that precious blood to come oozing out.

“Never. I would take your hate if I could,” Itachi vowed, accepting Sasuke’s blow easily.

Sasuke felt his rage flare back white-hot at that declaration. Desire, so long denied, caused his body to dictate his reactions.

Never wrong. Why can he never be wrong? Wants my hate. He can have it. Take it now, Itachi. Take it now.

Sasuke pushed his brother’s captive head into his crotch and hissed, “Hate is a far cry from love, brother. Are you sure you want mine?”

On your knees, Itachi. All I’ve ever wanted. Your love. On your knees. Take my hate.

Itachi licked at the blood coming from his torn mouth and countered, “Hate is merely love’s darker sister. I will taste your hate brother and we will see how far off from love your cries really are.”

Itachi’s free, forgotten hands roughly moved into action. They stripped Sasuke of his shorts roughly, pushing them to his knees and -unwilling to wait any longer- Itachi wrapped his lips around the dark purple tip of his brother’s lust. He seemed to want nothing more than to suck Sasuke into himself through his zeal. Lips torn in anger ripped anew in a violent sort of love as Sasuke bucked his hips forward to bury himself inside that wet, sucking orifice. Sasuke didn’t care that he choked Itachi -cock roughly grazing his throat- and Itachi didn’t care that Sasuke didn’t care.

Itachi loved the heavy weight of Sasuke’s hard coc his his tongue before sliding roughly into his throat. He worked his stretched, bleeding mouth around his little brother’s erection and thought of the lust he had hidden through arrogance and an aloof nature not his own. Itachi used his love to make Sasuke buck and writhe into his mouth, crying out brokenly with every harsh pull of Itachi on his sensitive flesh. Precision born of the genius of a dead clan brought Sasuke’s hate to a fiery death in his brother’s mouth.

Yes. Yesyesyesyesyes. Take me. Take my hate. Moremoremore. Love you. Itachi. Mine. You see me. See me now. Itachi.

Sasuke’s legs buckled and his brother’s smooth grip -so like his own- eased him down to his knees before Itachi. Their lips locked together in a hazy kiss that Sasuke could barely feel. Drained of energy from the chidori and his brother’s insistent tongue, all he could do was give in. Kiss back. Feel.

Tasting his own bitterness in his brother’s mouth, Sasuke wondered fleetingly if Itachi’s tainted love would taste any sweeter on his own tongue.