Brother, Oh Brother

...:::Brother, Oh Brother:::...

by Thoi Qoi Queen, The Original RiN

Okay, another random fic idea, only this time it's a one-shot so after I'm done I don't have to worry about it anymore. ^^ Don't you just love one-shots? Anyway, this is a Sasu x Ita fic. ... That's right, you heard me, it's Sasu x Ita! Which means INCEST and YAOI!! Don't like, then you can return to your sick little SasuSaku and NaruHina fics and have yourself a jim-dandy day, all right? Cause ya' ain't gonna' find no pink-haired bitch here! Anyway... read on...

INCEST!

INCEST!

YAOI!!

YAOI!!

Sorry, just testing... oh BTW this is Sasuke's POV

...:::Brother, Oh Brother:::...

I couldn't believe it, after five long years of training my body until I could barely stand, after staring helplessly at my calloused fingers and wondering if I truly had the power within myself to beat you, after those terrible months of looking carefully over my shoulder, I had found a way to beat you.

You, the one who had murdered in cold blood my entire family, cut them to pieces, torn out their insides, feasted on the sight of their blood and entrails, now trembling in front of me like a cowering animal. The Uchiha blood pumped through me, adrenaline soon taking hold of my body, and I could do nothing but stand over your shivering form, a wide grin on my face.

I had seen you standing over me so many times; it was awkward to see you under me, as if I had finally risen victorious. If this was what the power of victory was, I did not want to lose it, it was so invigorating and refreshing, most of all I felt I had finally made you the loser.

Yes, I could see the fear in your eyes, the fear that finally after five years I had surpassed even your genius abilities, the fear that I could simply cut you open then and there, spread the last of the clan's blood over myself and enjoy the coppery smell of your life fading away. No, I couldn't possibly do that, when you murdered off my entire family and left me orphaned-did you simply slash my throat or my wrists so I would no longer have to endure this terrible pain of loss and depression anymore? No, you told me to stomach it, and I was forced to live like a wanted criminal, looking over my shoulder and watching for you every waking moment, not to mention the week of sleep I had lost after you left, when I couldn't close my eyes at night for fear you might be in my nightmares.

Oh, how good it felt to be standing over your body, a sharpened kunai glinting at your throat, as I alone held all control. My Sharingan sharpened, I could feel them quickly dilate from staring at your helpless form. Your eyes were open so widely, like you had been frozen like that, your lips hanging open a little, your skin pale-even for you. Without thinking, I leaned closer, knowing I needed to verify that this porcelain masterpiece in front of me was truly real. Without moving the knife from its proper place, hovering over your neck, I pushed myself so close to you I could feel your cold breath. Were you really that frightened of your little brother?

We were inside of the old Uchiha house, the walls still faintly smelling like iron from the blood you spilled five years ago, you had come back to your old hometown, more specifically, the house where you had been raised. At first I didn't understand why, but after poetic analyzation, I figured it would end this way-precisely in the spot where our hate had began. You came into this house, probably to finish me off, beat me, kidnap me, who knows. But I had the upper hand, I launched myself upon you, and now, this is where we ended up, silent as the thick air around our bodies, staring with equal intensity in each other's eyes.

All the while, the gears in my mind were spinning with extreme fervor in an attempt to decide what to do with you. You were no longer my brother, you were nothing to me-and yet, I felt this 'nothing' had to be dealt with properly. Hesitantly I traced my free hand against your chin, feeling your incredibly smooth skin and wondering how such a powerful shinobi could remain so soft and unaltered. Your red eyes stared at me, with a small trace of confusion. Why hadn't I killed you yet, why was I simply standing-well, now kneeling over your form when I could slice your throat, take off some limbs, or torture you in some other unexplainable way? Why, dear brother? Because that would have let you off the hook too easily. No, I was going to enjoy this. I had power over you, and I was going to prove it.

I swallowed hard before leaning my neck further down, licking the side of my sharp kunai, nearly missing your neck, and staring back up at you with sadistically seductive eyes. That's right, you belonged to me-you were my one and only prey, and no one would stop me from claiming power over you.

Tossing the kunai to the wooden floor, figuring I no longer needed such meaningless weapons, not when you had already surrendered yourself, it was virtually unnecessary. With both of my small hands, I grabbed your face on either side, one of my hands digging into your thick hair, reaching down to rip that tie out of your hair. Gently, but still with a tug, I pulled all of your long black hair loose, watching as it flowed over your cloaked shoulder and smirking. You pretty bastard. I hated you so much, and let I could not help but feel the strength in my body dissipating, the biological impulses inside of my normal male body quickly kicking into gear.

I wasn't sure if I wanted to kiss you on the lips, that all seetoo too personal for someone I held this much raw despise for. Perhaps I would not allow you to kiss me back, I would invade your mouth like a burglar, take whatever pleasure I wanted, and pull back just when you were about to enjoy it. I closed my dark eyes and pulled your mouth open with my fingers, holding your teeth and forcing my tongue inside, slipping against your own and dancing beautifully against the side of your mouth, pushing your own muscle into play. I let a laugh push out of my lungs at the warmth of your saliva against mine, our DNA so similar it was difficult to say who's belonged to whom. Quickly, I pulled out of your mouth, leaving your orifice lonely once again.

Your eyes were almost pleading, though you didn't dare to utter a word, as if asking me to stop would admit aloud that you had finally lost to me. It was perfectly all right with me if you wanted to maintain your cold, unfeeling exterior, though I was a bit disappointed not to hear your begs and pleas in my ear. Moving on, I was quick to tear open that long, black cloak you always wore around your shoulders lately. It seemed to make you look so powerful, so god-like, your feet almost hidden underneath so as to give the allusion you were floating on air. Yes, I had to remove that first, it covered you too much, you relied on it far too much to protect your dignity, and I was bound and determined to take away every shred of hope and leave you utterly vulnerable to whatever I could think of. And I could certainly come up with a number of things. I have had five years to contemplate them all in detail.

Tossing that accursed jacket to the opposite side of the room, just a hair or two away from your furthest reach, I decided to proceed. My skin all felt as if it was on fire, tingling and prickling from the pure sensation of the hateful nature that had so long been nurtured inside of me. Beneath me, you still remained quiet and motionless, your arms up, laying on the floor next to your head, as if you were surrendering voluntarily to me. It was beginning to bother me how calm and unscathed you seemed to be. Angrily, I grabbed a fistful of that glossy black hair of yours, pulling you up to my eye-level with it, feeling even in my pale woe wondrous stress on your scalp.

You could no longer keep up your false fa?ade, your eyes squinting closed, teeth also clenched and gritting together in pain. Slowly I descended upon one of your ears, opening my mouth and letting a hot breath cascade over your skin, relieving you for only a few short seconds before... I clamped down, my hungry teeth grabbing the top of your ear like a piece of meat, tearing at it and pulling, tasting some of your blood on my tongue. Finally, you let out the first sound since I had overpowered you. You yelped.

I was in control. Finally. I decided to give you another pull with my teeth, and another, looking like a snarling dog with his prize in his jowls. And I was refusing to give you up.

Finally, I released my grip, pulling back to see your unchangeable face had at once, altered to frustration and pure hate, the same kind of malice I had for you-now reflected in my brother's eyes. I could not help but stare into those depthless blood-red orbs and grin. Finally, you were feeling what I had been feeling all this time. I suddenly decided to slam your head to the ground, as if to assert further my dominance over you, watching as your eyeballs twisted in your head as you chased the dizziness away. I barely allowed you enough time to regain your focus before assaulting the side of your exposed neck, that cold pale skin against my tongue sending shivers down my spine. I ran ovhat hat same area over and over again, wanting you to know that you were my property; you belonged to me and no one else, until I was utterly through with you. After a while, I began to deliver delicate bites to the skin I had worked on for so long, sucking at the marks I had made to darken the bruise. This was my mark, the mark that indicated you were mine.

When I was fully satisfied with the way that had turned out, I moved on, feeling the need welling up in my shorts, and knowing you had too noticed it when I had brought your head up, as I saw your eyes make a straight beeline to it without stop. Knowing what you did, you probably figured what I was planning to do with you next.

At the beginning, I had never intended for it to be this way, in hind-sight I remember imagining the moment I would get my final revenge taking place in a rainy backdrop, the sky metaphorically weeping for the both of us, our weapons would clash, our abilities as well, and I would overcome you, finally ending it with a single blow to your heart. Little did I realize how sadistic the hate built up inside had made me, as I would have never settled now for just killing you.

You already looked so helpless, only clothed now in your shirt and pants, your hair messily tossed over the ground, not properly tied back and slickly combed as usual. The last piece of clothing I noticed on you was your Konoha forehead protector, the proof that at the age of nine, you had graduated the academy and become a true ninja, the large gash over the hidden leaf symbol marking you as an exile. I decided not to remove it, thinking I liked you better with that letter on your forehead. It indicated you had entered 'my' village.

I decided not to ask that you lift your arms and take off your shirt, deciding instead to tear a kunai from the holster on the back of my shorts and cut the material off of you in a single swipe. Tossing another useless weapon to the side, I leaned down, dragging one lick of my tongue down from your collarbone to your chest, finally giving up my posture of kneeling over you to slither upon your worthless body, my legs-though they did not match in size-matching up otherwise against your own, my engaged private parts crashed against your own. I close my eyes for a brief second, leaving myself vulnerable, to take in a quick breath-the burning desire in my lower half finally receiving some sort of recognition.

You squirmed under me, finally beginning to act as if you were unwilling to participate, or maybe you decided you would fight back, when I least expected that-I wouldn't recommend it, brother. My head was at your chest, my lips hovering so close to your left nipple, which had hardened from the cold night air that had crept inside through the thin screen doors of this estate. I first hesitated, wondering if you would enjoy this too much to be torture, but decided I would enjoy your moans much more.

I swiped my tongue against that small pebble of skin, feeling you shudder underneath me, that only encouraged me to do it more. With more determination to make you scream this time, I licked far slower, my tongue ever so slowly slipping over that small skin, barely touching the tip before flicking off. You were now in my control, as much as you tried to ignore the pleasure and pain of this experience, to hold your cool and pretend like none of it was bothering you, I could see it in your eyes. Piece by piece, I was stripping away your self-respect.

I decided then you had experienced enough pleasure, that the roaring voice inside of me needed to deliver pain. I clenched my teeth on your left nipple.

"Ah-aghh..." You uttered, forcing your lips closed, trying to remain silent. I bit harder, and harder, feeling the skin in between my teeth feel less and less alive. I would make you ache, if it took the entire night. I pulled further away from your chest, that small piece of skin as my hostage in between my teeth. You turned your head from left to right on the wooden floor, rolling it back and forth hypnotically, your chest rising and falling quicker and quicker.

I let go, not wanting to entirely tear it off, I chose instead to assault your right nipple with the same heated fervor, biting, pulling, and delivering the more delicate feathering licks to the tip.

I noticed from these past few minutes that I was growing to hate those pair of pants that sheathed your thin, pale legs from me. You belonged to me, all of you. I sat up a bit, so our bodies were no longer mirror aligned, staring at the glorious sight before my unworthy eyes, the one who had killed my family and my hope, now sprawled upon the ground half-naked, susceptible to everything I could do to you. I let another grin spread to my face before grabbing at your waistline hungrily, even going so far as to lick my lips in anticipation. I pulled slowly, taking my time in revealing your thin, black underwear. At home, you hardly ever changed in front of anyone, even members of your own family, so it was awkward to see you slipping out of your clothes this way. I bit my tongue, seeing your scantily clad erection already straining against the fabric of those small black underwear.

At first I wondered why someone of your ranking would chose tight-fitting, small, and very thinly cut black underwear instead of the traditional choice of white, or even boxers. It was when my own need began beating like my own heartbeat that I realized I no longer cared. When I had removed your near-final pair of clothing, I stared at your miraculous body, mine own still safely hidden under my clothing, though my shorts could not feel any more tightened or strained. I saw you try to look the opposite direction, so you were going to face the wall and try your best to ignore what I was doing to you? I swore to myself at that moment I would make that task virtually impossible.

"You're a bad big brother, Itachi..." I muttered, breaking the long silence with a soft whisper. I inspected the lower half of you for a long time, wanting to memorize all of your skin, his muscles, the way your body was bent at that moment, that I might fondly remember this at a later date. There you were, like a dish of food in front of a starving man, naked save for only a small thong underwear that was having a difficult time concealing anything.

Without removing them yet, I allowed my forefinger to run ever so slightly over the bulge, feeling through the thin, smooth fabric that you could no longer ignore me. You tossed your head to the side, "Ahh..." you breathed heavily, finally moving those arms of yours to reach down helplessly to your underwear, you were so determined to keep that one item of clothing on your otherwise naked skin, to avoid further humiliation. But why would I have spared you that, you merciless bastard?

I slapped your hands away like annoying flies, but you continued to persist, trying so desperately to stop me from defiling your body and using you like the heartless tool you had become. I sighed in frustration, growing tired of your sudden resistance. Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out a tie primarily used for scrolls, figuring it would do for now.

You glared at me with such hate when I bound your hands up above your head, tying your wrists together so tightly they were already beginning to turn a light-pink tone. But you could not resist, when I had tackled you, held a kunai to your neck, you had already lost, fighting back was not an option for someone in our higher bloodline and clasYou You were now obligated to shut up and accept punishment from your better like a man. You and I both knew that, had learned it from the same strict father and tradition-loving mother, there was still honor in you Itachi, because you were accepting your defeat. Even if you decided to accept it honorably, I was going to make your punishment as hars hus humanly possible.

I turned back to the lower half of you, my dear brother, tugging lightly at the small amount of clothing you still had left, running the palms of my hands against your soft thighs, rubbing and massaging until you let a moan rumble out of that mouth of yours. I didn't want to stop, not when I was controlling your responses so easily, not when I was enjoying myself this much. Again, I ran my fingers against your milky white skin, bending my head down to take small nips with my teeth at your mere perfect tone. Now, only one thing stood between me and my revenge on you, the one who had murdered my entire family in cold blood, that single pair of underwear, revealing as it was.

I couldn't stand it anymore, so I tore away at them, ripping them off so violently they tore nearly in half as I dropped the damp, stretched-out bastard to the ground. There you were in front of me, like a present I had just skillfully unwrapped, every bit of you as visible as the other. Your hands were bound above your head; your face turned the opposite way as your sweat-slicked body shone radiantly before me. "Don't you fucking dare, Sasuke..." you warned harshly, as if you believed you truly did control the situation. I'm afraid you were gravely mistaken.

To prove that, I made sure to lie across your body, claiming once again that all of your body, mind, and soul now belonged to me, my hand lowering back down to your quivering, bruise-tinted member. It was much larger than my own, but that was obvious because of our age gap, but you had grown since mother used to wash us in the bathtub together.

You almost looked like you were begging me, pleading with me to soothe your aching erection, to touch you in accord with how you wanted to be touched, to finally calm the storm that was raging in you. You would certainly not be that lucky. Carefully I dragged my fingers lightly over the underside, noticing how slick you already were, finally stopping at the tip, a few of my fingertips drawing light circles around your most sensitive spots, while ignoring the length which desperately needed attention.

Feeling a sudden surge or power, I leaned forward, raking my fingers through your thick, long black locks and yanking you forward with them, causing you to wince in pain. I didn't much care anymore. "On your knees." I demanded, slapping you once or twice to get my point across before you finally complied. That's right, Itachi, your younger brother had grown up, become stronger than you in fighting abilities, and for as long a time as I desired you, I could have you freely.

Finally I decided my own straining erection had had just about enough of this torture, I reached to my bulging shorts, unzipping them in a hurry and pulling my underwear down as far as they needed to go for my hard shaft to slip out, smirking at how large and stiff I had gotten simply from watching you squirm as my pet. Again I buried one of my hands in your long, flowing hair, tugging particularly hard this time on your scalp, slamming your face into the floorboards a few times just in case you might have forgotten I own you. After I had decided you had finally had enough, I lifted your face up again, noticing the already present bruises and bloody wounds that scarred your beautiful complexion. You were always the prettiest in the family, and you looked best when covered in a thin coat of blood.

I stuck out my wet tongue, running it along your cheek and tasting the strange sensation of metallic blood and skin, smiling and repeating the process, running my tongue along your delicate face while my unoccupied hand slid down to my own undying erection. I wrapped tight fingers around my shaft, pulling upwards, at first very slowly, my pace picking up as you cringed and attempted to move out of the path of my ravenous tongue. But somehow I always caught you, licking your cheek, your chin, taking a short second to bite your bottom lip and let it snap back up against your gums. You were just far too entertaining to play with, brother.

By the time I had finished with cleaning the blood off of your face with my hot muscle, I was coming increasingly closer and closer to my climax. I could feel the incredible sensations building up inside my stressed body as I pulled and pumped on myself desperately, dark eyes rolling up in my head as my second hand held your head in place so you couldn't turn away. You would learn that I had become a man, if I had to prove it to you. When I felt so close to exploding all of the essence that had gathered in my straining body, I pulled your head down forcefully to the level of my throbbing member.

I edged your mouth closer without any words. Finally I decided to speak, "Suck it off, brother."

Your face was priceless, a mixture of angst, depression, and intense rage that might have burned a hole in my chest. Nevertheless, you knelt down, your knees probably intensely sore, lowering your mouth only a few inches from myself. When I couldn't take the terrible ache in my lower half, I pushed you down, causing you to deep-throat in the first suck. You pulled back and gagged before I once again ordered you back.

Gods, what you can't do with that amazing tongue of yours. I threw my head back to the wall behind me as you fit more and more of my need into your warm mouth, your skillful tongue running along the soft contours, concentrating especially on the sensitive tip. For a second or two, I had forgotten I was angry with you at all, not when you could pleasure me this efficiently. You, my older brother leaned down, taking almost my entire throbbing member into your mouth before pulling back, delivering small licks to the underbelly and sucking strongly on the tip. Damn, I never knew sex could be this incredible.

I took in a dry breath, my chest heaving as you continued, sucking, licking, even occasionally running your teeth along the tip for extra stimulation. I could not help bun myn my fingers through your hair, despite all this, as a sort of 'thank you' before I stroked your soft face and back.

I clenched my teeth suddenly, my essence shooting into your mouth and causing you to pull back quickly, the sticky substance still coating some of your lips and hanging limply out of your mouth. Yes, you were all mine.

I took a few seconds to gather myself together, reaching into my shorts and pulling out a kunai as you stared me directly in the eye, "Don't forget Itachi, I beat you. I trained, I got stronger, and now you can't escape me..." I warned teasingly, licking at your ears and biting at the lobe playfully. I really hated you with every fiber of my being, but it was hard not to bite and lick at that pale, radiant skin.

Just as I felt my body begin to come to life again, I felt another wave of adrenaline pumping through me veins, causing me to perk up and grab you by the neck with my free hand, the other still brandishing the kunai. Without a second thought, I slammed your worthless body to the floor; face down, my vicious eyes scanning your pale body like an art critic. I pulled your knees out so your buttocks was held high in the air for me.

Licking my sadistic lips, I approached the small ring of flesh, one of my fingers barely brushing against the wrinkled skin when you let out a yelp. Finally, I had you where I wanted you. Again I let my fingers slide slowly over your puckered entrance, watching as your body tightened and flexed to move away from these light touches. My own breathing was growing ragged, so I knew I had to begin, slowly rubbing against your ring of skin before my forefinger slipped extremely slowly inside.

You clenched your teeth, squeezed your eyelids closed so hard tears erupted and flowed down your cheeks, but I would not have sympathy for you now, not you, dear brother. When I had fully inserted my forefinger, I decided to explore the insides of your body, a place no one else in the world had ventured, feeling how smooth and slick you were inside. Just imagining slipping my hips into you, my thighs smacking against your pale cheeks nearly sent me over the edge, but luckily I regained my face and continued.

You were so incredibly tight inside, perhaps because you were an untouched virgin, or perhaps because you had tensed up when I entered you, either way my digit could barely feel around, touching intimate parts inside of you that you probably didn't even know you had. Damn right you hadn't, this area of your body would always be claimed as my own. After your body finally relaxed to having a foreign intruder inside, I worked my middle finger in as best I could, seeing the pain and torment in those Sharingan eyes of yours. Without leaving it in for more than a second, I pushed my ring finger in, stretching you, tearing you open from the inside out.

You swallowed the lump that had gathered in your throat and moved your knees uncomfortably, your skin making a high-pitched squeal on the wooden boards. You pressed your forehead to the ground and stared back at me with such intense eyes, I nearly lost my concentration.

My three fingers danced inside your twisting, tightening entrance, rubbing against the sweet tunnel inside of your body, my middle finger reaching far enough to touch the special place inside of you, causing you to let out a long, breathy moan. I pulled my fingers back, leaving only an inch or two of my digits inside of you before shoving them back in forcefully.

My lower half was awakening again, the same powerful juices inside of my body that had just emptied once again refilling and reactivating inside of me. I pushed my fingers into you again and again, hitting my knuckles against your entrance before I dared to slip my pinky, final finger against that tight ring of flesh.

Your face looked like you were objecting to my actions, but I paid it no mind, slipping my pinky finger inside of your slick entrance to join the rest of my three fingers, the only one not participating was my thumb, which acted as a stopped as I slammed the rest of my hand into you.

Your breathing was so labored and timed, each time I inserted and pushed my fingers further, you let out a long breath and hissed as I pulled out again. I leaned forward, my eager mouth biting at your left butt cheek, taking in a mouthful of that soft, supple skin, pulling on you hard enough to make you bleed slightly before I took another bite at your sensitive skin, and another, if only to manipulate that perfect, smooth skin of your buttocks.

I stared at your stretched ring that was at the exact level of my face, my lips brushing against the sensitive skin before I allowed my sly tongue to slip deviously across your strained flesh, watching as you turned to object, "W-what the Hell are you doing?!" you demanded angrily, as if tpartpart of your body was too precious for my dirty tongue to come across. I could feel my body almost fueling from your loud objections, as I continued to lick your entrance, tasting a bit of your coppery blood in my mouth and pulling back.

I wanted to stretch you, to tear you open so painfully you would cry for days, just like I had when you left me completely alone, my only company the dozens and dozens of corpses that were once my closest family and relatives. My thumb was next to enter you, to shove into your body and join the rest of my hand, fingers coiling up into a fist inside of you to create a tight fist.

It was then I decided to begin the real torture, my small fist pumping inside of your tight body, causing you to rock back and forth on the ground as the large intruder attacked you from within. I could not help but grin and lick my anxious lips as you let out a long, tortured cry, your voice becoming horse. "Stop it, Sasuke, stop..." you begged tirelessly as I continued to shove more and more of my fist into your vulnerable body, closing my eyes as I listened to your luscious moans.

"Ahhh... Sasuke, damn you... ahhh, you... ha aghhhh..." you cried out, face twisted in a strange mixture of pain and pleasure as I continued to push into you, to control you, to make you mine. You tried not to adhere to the wonderful feelings that traveled up your spine, but I could tell you were suffering knowing your little brother was coercing and forcing you to experience waves of incredible, and sinful bliss. Your little brother was using you, taming you, ruling you.

After these thoughts I pulled out of your stretched body, my fist dripping of your virginal blood. I smiled, grabbing your face with my hand and forcing my tongue back into your mouth, claiming that too as mine by slipping my warm muscle around, rubbing against your own hesitant tongue and closing my eyes, parting the kiss to take a quick breath, hearing you curse as I pulled away, "Bastard..."

I grinned, "I know." I answered like the bastard I had become, the bastard you had made me at the age of seven, before returning to your mouth, my tongue silencing your speech for the next few seconds before I pulled away from your lips, our combined saliva falling from your bottom lip.

Finally, I could not take it any longer, I would prove that I was above you, if all these activities had not yet proven it, the next surely would. I would show you what a man I had become since you had left me, shaping me into the monster I was today. I pressed your naked body to the cold wooden floor, your aching knees making a cracking sound that echoed throughout the large estate. It was already late evening outside, as I took a peek over my shoulder to establish that fact. The mix of dark blues and blacks, combined with the cold tint of the yellowed lit lit up your skin beautifully, your backside glowing as if it was a polished present for me alone.

I pulled my weeping erection from my shorts once again, holding it in my right hand and pulling at the delicate skin, reveling in how good it felt to finally relieve the aching pleasure after the few minutes I had been erect. I stared at your puckered entrance and my own hard shaft, wondering if it would truly fit in such a tight space. Your eyes widened as I leaned over your back, like I was beginning the biggest humiliation of them all. "Don't you fucking dare, Sasuke. I'll kill you..." you threatened, obviously not understanding how helpless you were at this moment.

"You killed me five years ago, Itachi. Even though you didn't end my life, you might as well have. All I could think about for this long time was how to find you, to kill you, studying at the academy as hard as I could every day just so when I met you again, I would be the one to end your pathetic existence. Whoever I was those five years ago, I barely remember, but he's gone. All that's left is this demonic bastard in front of you. You took my soul away then, and now I will strip you of everything you have now." I explained dryly, already positioning myself at your entrance.

You glared at me as the tip of my prematurely leaking cock pressed against your tight ring of skin, as slowly but surely I pushed into your resistant body, finally fully sheathingelf elf inside and letting out a satisfied groan. I didn't allow another second for your torn body to become used to the form inside of you, pulling out and slamming back inside. You closed your eyes, face pressed against the ground as you tried to ignore the slick and forceful presence inside of you, digging so deeply inside that I could feel your pleasure spot already. You tried to remain silent, but after a few repetitions of me pulling out of your tired body and pushing back in, you could no longer be completely quiet.

"Ahhh..." you breathed out hesitantly. I punished you for uttering a word by forcing myself further in this time, my sweaty shorts crashing against your backside, as I could no longer control these primal urges that raged like fire within my body. I pulled out again, not all the way this time, my throbbing need too great to lose this incredible feeling.

After a few minutes, I began pumping inside of you harder and faster, my cock swelling and feeling wonderfully confined in your virginal body. Again and again I slammed against your insides, your mouth hung open helplessly as you breathed out pleas and begged me to stop. I would never stop, not until I had torn away every shred of hope and dignity you had left in your black heart. "Stop it, Sasuke..." you muttered quietly before letting out a loud shout as I entered you again.

"Aren't you enjoying yourself though, brother?" I teased him, my black hair brushing against his shoulders as I whispered lightly in his ear, "Here...?" I muttered, my right hand slipping in between your separated legs, small fingers wrapping around your shaft and encasing your length in my hand. You let out a long yelp as I continued to fuck you from behind. Yes, fuck was the right word for it. I certainly wasn't making love to you, as I had no love for you left, only a disgusting amount of hate and malice. I wasn't having sex with you either, that too was far too loving and desirable. No, I was fucking you, taking you apart piece by piece every time I raped your supple body, without any permission on your part.

You nearly bit your tongue as I began to stroke you violently, tearing at your shaft with the tips of my fingers, my nails scratching the sensitive skin and causing you to cry out in pain. "Sasuke... you..." Was all you could utter before my fingers tightened, squeezing that part of you tightly. I grinned as you moaned and grumbled at the same time, knowing you were enjoying this, but still hating that I was the one delivering this type of feeling.

I kept pushing into you, your rim now dripping in your own wounded blood as my shaft made its way in and out of your form, my hand grabbing and teasing your member with rough touches. My fingers glided up and down the lower half slowly, agonizingly slowly for your tastes, my thumb and forefinger reaching up to pinch at your tip, just to hear you scream. It worked.

"You can scream, brother..." I teased.

"I won't mind..."

I continued to dominate you, to prove to you I was stronger until my legs grew sore. I stared at the clock on the waseeiseeing it had been at least an hour since I had first entered you with my dripping cock, still it didn't seem enough, nothing I could punish you with seemed to take away the firm aching in my chest from losing my family. Even so, I continued, the blood from your entrance now flowing down your legs, sweat still dripping down from your forehead. Your eyes looked so blank and lifeless, as you stared off into the distance, allowing me to do whatever I pleased with your damn anatomy. I didn't care; I knew I was getting through to you.

My body was so tired, my breathing so sparse and ragged as I continued to use you, my hands grabbing your hips so I could pull into you faster, my throbbing member ing ing in and out of you so fast now I could barely see. Sweat dripped off of your back my warm, white essence dripping out of your puckered entrance and down your pale legs. Our bodies were so slicked with sweat and saliva; the air around us was so thick and humid. I didn't care, as labored as my breathing had become, as strained as my teenage body was, I wasn't done with you.

I pumped into you for another few minutes before releasing myself into you, your pale back arching as my essence shot out, staining your insides. Limply I pulled out, taking a few seconds to catch my breath as I stared at your lifeless form. You and I were both out of breath; you rolled over onto your back so your chest was able to move more freely as your lungs filled with much sought-after air. Finally, I had beaten you-after five agonizing years I had defeated you-bested you. I rested my weight on my hands, leaning my head back and letting out a long sigh as I clothed my lower half, zipping up my shorts and staring in your eyes. "Looks like I finally beat you, Itachi. I finally defeated you, after all this time..." I muttered quietly.

You remained silent for a few short seconds before speaking up, your face still remaining directed across the room, at a certain spot on the wall. You looked at the floorboards and muttered, "No..."

My eyes shot open, "What?!"

"You haven't beaten me." You whispered, your eyes faded to an unresponsive black, "You tortured me, even now you can kill me, but it won't help. The Uchiha are still gone, they won't come back. You still wasted five years of your life chasing me."

"Shut up!" I shouted, covering my ears with my hands and squeezing my eyelids shut.

But you continued spitefully, "... And killing me won't end it. You'll continue to suffer even after I'm gone. That's the curse I put upon your shouldersn I n I left..."

"Shut the Hell up!" I screamed, my throat aching as my raging red eyes stared him down, still lying there so helplessly naked and bleeding, but still overcoming me by a long shot. His words sank under my skin like bullets, causing my mind to nearly overload. Even so, he kept going.

"You will never have power over me, little brother..."

I couldn't take it anymore, my knuckles were turning white with rage, my eyes already the vicious shade of Sharingan as I launched myself at you, unknowing of how immature I truly was being. You were taunting me like a bully, and I unwittingly took the bait so easily, my small hands grabbing at your neck in a desperate attempt to shut you up. "Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!!" I yelled over and over again, my anger and frustration unable to mask the tears that ran down my cheeks. Even after all this, you were still ruling me.

You didn't try to resist as my fingers tightened around your throat, you simply laid there, staring up at me and smiling, as if you had the control, as if you had always been in control. No, dammit, it couldn't be true; I had to have defeated you! After all this! I had to have fazed you in some way or another!

But I hadn't. So I continued to strengthen my grip around your slender neck, feeling your spine contort and bend every time my fingernails dug further into your skin. I couldn't let go. I couldn't admit I was weak again.

So I continued to choke you, to cut your life out at the source, my blood-red eyes narrowing as I did so. This ought to shut you up, you couldn't insult me any longer, could you, Itachi? You couldn't call me pathetic, weak, and an annoyance any longer. I would beat you.

"Shut up, don't you say a word." I demanded, your eyes still staring blankly off, that same smirk on your pale face. I held my hands at your neck, never wanting to let go until you stopped grinning so masochistically at me.

I continued to choke you, until my teeth gritted together and my face flushed a deep color of red. You were still smirking, damn that smirk! If it took a lifetime I would wipe that smirk from your face.

It was then I noticed how cold my hands had become against your neck, your throat was no longer vibrating as you took in small puffs of air, and you hadn't blinked in over a minute. Hesitantly I pulled my hands back, staring at them for a second, and then staring back at you.

You weren't moving any longer, your skin was cold and clammy, and worst of all, you were still staring and smirking at me like the black devil you were. I had finally done what I had set out to do five years ago. I had killed you. Without knowing it, I had finally killed you.

Why then didn't I feel any different? Why did everything seem exactly the same? My mother and father were dead, along with my grandparents, my aunts and uncles and cousins, even further distant relatives, and that didn't change, obviously. But why did everything seem the exact same as it was before?

It was then that I realized, even if I had trained harder than you, even if I had managed to surpass you in strength and ability, even if the differences between our powers were so great it was unmistakable I was far superior to you-it didn't mean a thing so long as you didn't approve of me.

You who had scarred me and left me alone amongst the company of bodies, you who had nearly killed me five years ago, it was only you I needed to tell me I was strong. But you didn't. Again you insisted you were greater, that you had ruined my life with your actions-that was probably true. I looked at the palms of my hands, they suddenly appeared so small and weak, my entire body feeling physically exhausted, my legs bending and aching. I was weak, you had confirmed it.

I grabbed the sides of your frigid face in my hands, staring at those unresponsive eyes, "Damn you, Itachi! I hate you! I hate you!!" I shouted, knowing my comments were going unheard. You had forever cursed me to a horrible, miserable life of chasing your successes, and realizing my failures.

Then the little brother in me awoke, finding the man I had once praised and hailed as my hero, dead. I could not hold back the terrible tears that came to my eyes and cascaded over my pale cheeks, falling on your body. As sick and disgusting as it was, I was actually missing you, thinking of all the times I crawled into your bed when I was younger to escape my nightmares, all the times you had given me an encouraging pat on the head when I did something good, or when you would hesitantly smile when you and I were forced together for photos. Somehow, I still loved you; somehow I still cared for you like a brother.

Slowly I lifted your limp head in my hands, placing it in my lap and stroking at your long black hair. I had killed you, but I had not destroyed you. You still lingered in my trampled heart. I bent over, holding your head and crying atop your body, my voice strained and squeaky, "Brother..."


The end.

Wow, um, okay. Sometimes fics don't really turn out in ANY WAY the same as you predicted when you first began. So yea, I wanted to be original and do a Sasu x Ita for all you Uchincest fans out there!! But, I think their relationship is very difficult to put into words, so much complicated love and hate. (Probably why this one-shot is so damn long) Anyway, hope you enjoyed it, it's very angsty. Review please! *v*