Dead Brother

Title: Dead Brother

Pairing: SasuIta... if you can call it a pairing... : /

Warnings: Torture, torture, torture. This includes sexual torture (M/M). And also torture. ^___^ Oh yeah also PWP. And Character Death!

Disclaimer: Kishimoto Masashi owns my soul. And also "Naruto." However, someday my soul will break free and swallow them all.

Bibliography: Edwards, Harold T., Ph.D. Applied Phonetics: The Sounds of American English. Third Edition. Canada: Delmar Learning, 2003.

Flowers and Puppies: Oodles of thanks to KK for Beta-ing!!! And also for smacking that bitch up at Stone Cold. *sprinkles extra flakes into beta's bowl*

A lot of thanks and warm feelings also to all the reviewers of "Stone Cold" who encouraged me! And now also the reviewers of GOTCHA! and even this one-- I love you all and will stalk you forever to make sure you are safe and happy and filled with nice warm blood, even if I have to put it inside you myself! ^_____^

Especiallly Dead Uchiha! OMG, four reviews for this thing! Squeeeeeeeeee, you bring me so much joy!!! XD And...*asks* Why?

Author's Note: Has anyone else noticed that Itachi's name can be translated as "OwBlood"?

When I say "needles," I mean those things that Haku fights with; I forgot what they're called.

Please leave a review, even if it's a negative one, and ESPECIALLY if it gives constructive criticism on how to write better! ^___^ If you do, I'll fill you with flowers and puppies!!! *radiates joy*


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"Every sadist also has a masochistic side."
--Kakihara, "Ichi the Killer"

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He couldn't stop grinning. It was a cruel, sick grin, but the happiest one that had ever crossed his face. The sight of his brother lying in chains, beaten, broken, naked, and unconscious... but not for long... that is, he wouldn't be unconscious for long...

How to wake him. He had thought about this for a while: the classic sharp kick in the abdomen; the immediately agonizing hot iron on the chest; the quietly insidious gentle stroking of the face until his captive woke up and stared fearfully into his eyes.

But he wanted to be more personal than that.

Sasuke lifted his unconscious victim's limp body in his arms and kissed Itachi fully and deeply on the mouth.

Itachi shuddered and moaned as he followed Sasuke's tongue out of unconsciousness. The noises and movements he made were of pain, not pleasure, and there was already agony in his eyes when he opened them.

Sasuke pulled away and looked into those eyes with a cruel gentleness. Itachi smiled and let out a short laugh.

"My dear little brother..."

Sasuke responded with a harsh laugh. "MY dear brother, YOU are the one in chains..."

Itachi dropped his head a little, but the smile stayed on his face and his shoulders shook, in part, from his low chuckle. "I know... " he said, allowing his head to rest on Sasuke's shoulder. "My vengeful little brother, I know you're going to torture me now... probably not kill me so much as you'll reach the point where you won't be able to keep me alive any more... and I know you'll be as cruel about it as I would..." he suddenly lifted his head to look Sasuke dead in the eyes. "...MY brother."

Sasuke hissed and shoved Itachi away from him; his captive's body hit the wall and slumped against it. "Don't try to disgust me out of torturing you. I know I'm sinking to your level, being like you. I don't care. I want you to suffer for killing the Uchiha clan. Don't think you can disgust me by telling me how much I'm like you." He spat out the last word like it was a rancid piece of fat.

Itachi chuckled again softly. "No, I'm just amused... just... proud."

Sasuke sighed in annoyance. "Great. Yes, I'm just like you, you sadistic family-killing psychopath."

Itachi smiled and continued to chuckle. "Look, I'm not trying to psych you out, I really am amused."

"You know I won't stand to let you be this happy for very long."

He liked to imagine that Itachi was sobbing and not laughing. Maybe it was a little of both.

They were in a basement of a deserted Uchiha house that Sasuke had soundproofed thoroughly. It wasn't his house, since the architecture didn't fit his needs well enough, but the sentimental value was a fair trade for the practicality of a solid stone basement with its own fireplace. He had brought down pictures of his family so they could watch.

Itachi shifted a little and Sasuke couldn't help but glance at his restraints to make sure his powerful brother wouldn't suddenly break free. Sasuke figured that Itachi wouldn't be able to get far enough with his broken legs, ribs, elbow and dislocated shoulders if he managed to break the chains. Seething with power, Sasuke had definitely been the stronger opponent in their final battle, but his brother put up a hard fight until the bitter end. He felt confident in his ability to subdue an unrestrained Itachi, but wasn't going to let that override his caution.

Sasuke was rather proud of the system he'd developed with the chains, which went like a pulley from hooks on the floor to the ceiling and then back down to Itachi's wrists and could be fixed at different lengths to allow him to lie down or hoist him into the air. There was a collar around Itachi's neck with an additional chain, only a few feet long, that he could attach to the floor if he wanted to keep his captive from standing up. The cuffs around Itachi's wrists also had extra clips on them so they could be fastened together.

Sasuke wanted his options to be as unlimited as possible.

Itachi, of course, was too busy glaring valiantly at him to notice his considerate efforts on the chains. Sasuke leered back, then unclipped the chains from the floor and jerked them hard to yank Itachi into the air with his arms above his head and his toes barely brushing the ground. Itachi let out his breath in a small cry at the sudden movement against his broken bones. He panted with his chin hanging down to his chest for a few moments before lifting his head back up to look at Sasuke with something approaching a smile on his lips.

A sort of expectant grin.

Sasuke had a speech planned out, some things he wanted to say to his defeated brother, but he said most of it during the battle and nothing was really left. Oh, well. Actions do, after all, speak louder than words, and his actions were going to scream.

Sasuke sauntered over to the fire, where several sharp iron rods had been heating to white-hot. He could have used his chakra to heat them, but the fire just seemed more... ominous.

He picked up one of them, wincing from the radiating heat and dragged it slowly from Itachi's belly to the base of his throat. Sasuke leaned in close to his brother's face so he could feel his agonized gasps and look him dead in the eyes. Itachi looked back with a grin, and his breathing didn't even change. "Awfully gentle for foreplay, don't you think?" Itachi chided.

Sasuke pressed the side of the iron against Itachi's chest and Itachi leaned into it, panting like a lover. He even had the expression of someone receiving a very good blow job: eyes squeezed tight, panting softly, faint smile on his mouth. He almost looked as if he expected Sasuke to lean forward at any moment and kiss him. Sasuke dragged the iron down the inside of his prisoner's thighs and Itachi shuddered but then actually bared the more sensitive areas to invite more of the burning touch.

The iron pressed against his balls and Itachi opened his eyes to gaze at Sasuke with a look that could only be described as sultry. He moved his head surprisingly quickly to plant a wet lick on Sasuke's nose. "Is that the best you can do?"

Sasuke squinted at him. "You don't seem to be using a jutsu to block off the pain..."

Itachi closed his eyes and rolled his head with a low chuckle. "Every sadist has a masochistic side."

"You can only take so much. I'll find your limit."

"Please do," he whispered as Sasuke turned away to survey his other instruments of torture.

Part of the problem was that Itachi seemed to be good at adjusting to new levels of pain. It had become apparent during battle and was happening right now. Also, Itachi's injuries from the fight had him already in a higher degree of pain that some of the torture methods Sasuke had planned would put him in.

Fortunately, this did not exclude the very easy and efficient method of punching Itachi in said injuries. Sasuke smiled to himself and then spun around and struck Itachi's already shattered elbow. It made him writhe and cry out in a satisfyingly incoherent fashion. He was still trying to control his pants when Sasuke planted a series of hard punches on his ribs; cracked ones broke and broken ones jabbed backwards to pierce his insides. Itachi's breath wheezed hard through gritted teeth.

The blows would have been even more forceful if Itachi had been flat against the wall, but he was a few inches out so some of the energy was wasted in sending him backwards into the stone wall, which sort of bounced him back. Sasuke grinned. This felt good, like a punching bag with Itachi wrapped around it. He kept whaling on his prisoner's chest and abdomen until he gradually came to notice that Itachi's cries sounded more like laughs. Sasuke pulled away and blinked when he was that Itachi's face was contorted into a very definite grin, not a grimace, and his body was shaking from laughter and not sobs.

Sasuke was at a complete loss. He put on a threatening face and growled, "Something funny?"

"No no, go on with the torture," he snickered. Sasuke looked uncertain for a moment, then lunged forward and bit off his nipple. Itachi barely flinched.

"You've never done this before, have you?" Itachi asked sympathetically. "Do you want me to help?"

Sasuke just glared at him and refrained from explaining his brilliant chain system; he know Itachi would only sneer at it.

He kicked a swollen place in Itachi's leg where his shinbone wasn't supposed to be. Itachi winced slightly, then went back to his amused expression again. "I know torture is hard for amateurs..."

"I'm just getting warmed up," promised Sasuke with a conviction he didn't really feel. His brother was holding out much better than he'd expected him too.

After a few more sharp jabs at Itachi's chest, Sasuke pulled a kunai out and cut a shallow flap along the skin just beneath his ribcage. He ran his fingers back and forth along the open wound. The two brothers looked into each other's eyes with equal looks of excitement and anticipation.

Then Sasuke ripped downwards and Itachi arched his back and screamed as a nine-inch sheet of skin tore away from his belly.

His head dropped back forward and he trembled. Then, after a few hard pants, he was leering at Sasuke once again. "Great, I always wanted to lose a little weight from around that area."

Sasuke rolled his eyes at him. "Your jokes are really lame, you know."

Itachi smiled reminiscently. "When you were little, you seemed to appreciate my stupid jokes."

Sasuke started to retort and then looked uncomfortable. When he was younger, most of Itachi's jokes had been made during sex. Of course Sasuke hadn't really understood what was going on at the time, but he'd loved his brother and the special attention he gave him and the good feelings those sessions always led to. And because he idolized his older brother so much, all of his jokes were the pinnacle of humor. And just because it was something his brother said when they were spending time together... time that he enjoyed, the damn stupid ignorant little boy he was, he just enjoyed everything his brother did with him and of course he laughed at his jokes...

Even when Itachi violently raped him after killing his family, he'd still had a reflex inside him to almost laugh when Itachi made a cruel pun about the situation.

Joking and laughing had never really appealed to him after that.

The silence lasted a few beats too long. Sasuke suddenly returned to the present and kicked Itachi in the stomach. Itachi gasped and then laughed at him, a deep chuckle of someone who was truly amused.

The laugh changed and had to be forced through hisses when Sasuke applied sandpaper to the newly skinned abdomen. When Itachi's breath started to come under control again, Sasuke switched tactics. A pattern was starting to form: 1. Cause Itachi pain; 2. Itachi reacts like he's in pain; 3. Itachi adjusts to the pain; 4. Itachi starts laughing again.

If Sasuke did this right, he could keep Itachi on step three constantly.

He ripped more skin off, this time from Itachi's thighs, and while his victim was still squirming took the kettle of oil off the fire and dripped it down his front. Itachi threw back his head and hissed. Sasuke flipped him so he was facing the wall, wrenching his arms to keep the chains from twisting back around and securing them with a needle through the forearms, although it was hard to tell if that particular action raised any new reaction from Itachi through his whimpers. He poured a more solid sheet of the oil down Itachi's back, which arched away very nicely in sync with a sharp cry. He put the kettle back over the fire, added some more oil to it, and was laying lashes across Itachi's quivering skin with a cat o' nine tails when his brother stopped whimpering and said, "Y'know, that wasn't half bad." He coughed and then continued, "Y-You actually made me forget my clever remark." He winced when another nine lashes bit into his back. "Not very creative, still pretty amateurish, but still..."

Sasuke lashed him harder without replying. He aimed for the back of his thighs as well. Itachi endured it for a few minutes while his breath stayed maddeningly close to controlled, then said, "I'm bored. Let's do something else."

Exasperated, Sasuke clawed his fingers down Itachi's wounds. "Like what?" he growled between clenched teeth.

"I dunno," Itachi said lightly. "You're the one in charge. Didn't you plan out a torture strategy all these years you were plotting your revenge?"

"No, I was just going to wing it until I felt better."

"Oh. Well, then, is it working?"

Instead of answering, Sasuke threw the cat o' nine tails aside and returned to the table of torture devices to contemplate his remaining options. He selected a nasty-looking rasp-- it was a large one, the kind used for quickly shaping the edges of thick hunks of metal-- and returned to his brother while running his thumb along it thoughtfully.

Itachi tilted his head bonelessly backwards to look at his brother upside-down.
"Don't forget the hot oil. You can't have a proper torture session without hot oil."

"I know what I'm doing!" Sasuke growled, exasperated. "And I already burned you with hot oil, you were just so out of it you didn't notice."

"Aww, I missed it? Can you do it again?"

"You just don't want me to torture you with the rasp," he said with uncertain certainty.

"I don't want you to torture me at all," corrected Itachi, "but I know you'll do that no matter what, so I may as well enjoy it."

"I'm gonna rape you up the ass!"

"Well I'll DEFINITELY enjoy that."

"No! You're just saying that so I won't rape you!"

"You can't rape the willing."

"Shut UP!!"

"You really need to ask someone for advice on torture."

Itachi was grinning, chuckling despite the pain it surely caused his broken ribs, despite the shaking it caused in his dislocated shoulders, despite the unbearable agony his entire body was in. He was having the time of his life.

Maybe Sasuke did need more advice on torture.

"What kind of oil is that, anyway?" Itachi asked, looking over at the kettle on the fire and sniffing.

"Canola."

"Umm, you know that's the wrong kind, right? You're supposed to use--"

"It's all the store had left, now SHUT UP!" growled Sasuke.

Itachi opened his mouth to speak again and Sasuke backhanded him across the mouth. "Anything you say will only make things worse for you."

"Yeah, I was assuming that. So I may as well say whatever the hell I want, eh?" Sasuke glared at him and Itachi responded with a pained smile.

"I should gag you."

"Then you wouldn't be able to hear me scream."

Sasuke unhooked the chains and let go of them. Itachi hit the floor like a sack of cats. Sasuke threw one hard lash across his back with the chains before clipping them back to the ground. There was plenty of slack for Itachi to struggle and writhe.

Sasuke was still hard from the few minutes when he had Itachi engulfed in pain. He threw off his shorts and positioned himself over his brother.

He didn't go inside him, though. Not yet. The rasp went in first.

Itachi's rim wasn't torn, it was scraped away. Sasuke fucked him viciously with the rasp, and shortly had to toss it aside because it was too slick with blood to be as effective, and also because Itachi's whimpers were sounding more and more sexual. He stabbed the rasp into the muscle of Itachi's ass and pushed down on it to pin him even though he wasn't struggling.

Sasuke braced himself directly over Itachi's shattered ribs and rubbed his tip against the slick outside of his anus. The light touch elicited a loud moan from Itachi that made Sasuke himself flinch and grimace before plunging in. It wasn't tight at all. It was kind of like fucking warm applesauce.

Itachi couldn't keep from screaming when Sasuke started slamming his broken body into the hard floor, but he adjusted to the new level of anguish amazingly fast, and bit back his screams to cries and then to pants and then to his damn running commentary.

"I remember when I used to do this to you, when you were only 8... I think I was a bit gentler though..."

Sasuke licked the tip of his ear and bit it off.

"Heh," Itachi choked and swallowed, obviously having a difficult time keeping his voice steady through the pain of his broken bones being pounded into the ground from the inside out. "You missed it too, huh? That feeling of closeness... like you had a brother who cared and thought you were so special... at least, I always wondered if that was how you felt... "

Sasuke ripped out a chunk of his shoulder with his teeth and he moaned.

"It DOES make me feel special, little brother..."

Sasuke took his hand off Itachi's back to slam his face into the ground, breaking his nose. Itachi barely grunted. Sasuke wasn't very far along in reaching climax yet, but he moved harder and faster anyway.

Itachi replaced his commentary with moans that were too obviously overdone and orgasmic for Sasuke to pretend were cries of pain.

As Sasuke's hips began to jerk wildly at the brink of climax, Itachi cried out, "You know, fuck me a little harder and I'll sound just like Mother did when I raped her."

Sasuke came.

He pulled out and noticed that Itachi was shuddering uncontrollably; he wondered how long he had been doing that.

Sasuke rolled the unresisting body over, not bothering to remove the rasp. He jumped a little when he glanced at Itachi's eyes. His brother was so weak that the sharingan had disappeared and were replaced by dark eyes too much like his own. Not taking his eyes off of his brother's, Sasuke groped the table behind him until his hand closed on the needles.

Slowly, one at a time into one eye. Itachi's breath caught and his eyelid strained against the intruding shafts, but the grin was still there.

"Want me to let you know when my vision fails?"

That actually intrigued Sasuke's intellectual curiosity quite a bit. "Yes."

Itachi stuck out his tongue. "Then I won't."

Sasuke hit Itachi hard across the face, then returned to his activity of skewering his brother's precious eyes. Itachi was jerking and hissing but managing not to move his head away. In fact, he jabbed his face forward a few times when Sasuke was slowly guiding needles into his eyes. However, he also didn't seem able to form any comments, which encouraged Sasuke to use the same method in destroying his other eye.

At some point after putting over a dozen needles in each eye, Sasuke leaned close to Itachi's ear and whispered, "Are you blind?"

Itachi laughed and looked directly at him with his eyes filled with needles. It wigged Sasuke out, so he poured acid on his eyes until they were gone.

The incoherent screams were very satisfying, but Itachi's empty sockets hadn't finished crying their mixture of acid and pus when he regained his composure and laughed in a low, sick voice. "And for a few minutes I was worried about not being able to blink with needles in my eyes..."

It was a weak joke, but a joke nonetheless. The headache in Sasuke's skull popped another vein. He pulled out the needles so he wouldn't stick himself with them and poured in some more oil, which choked off Itachi's laughs for a few more moments.

He glanced down while waiting for the oil to cool and noticed that Itachi was hard... probably had been since getting raped. He grinned cruelly and ran his hand up and down it, smiling as his brother's hips jerked.

He centred a needle over the tiny hole and pushed it in. Itachi didn't seem to react to that, so he removed it, held it over the fire for a few minutes and inserted it again. By that time, Itachi had come to his senses. He smiled like it was the best feeling in the world. "mmmm..."

Sasuke jammed the next needle in off-centre, straight through the hard muscle. Itachi's hips jerked again and he whispered, "More..."

Sasuke pierced him with a few more needles, keeping them all vertical so he could tilt his head sideways and chew hard on the shaft. He reached up and dug into the wounds on Itachi's front, twisting his fingers in and out sometimes past his second knuckle. Itachi predictably moaned and moved into him like he was getting a blow job, even when Sasuke bit hard enough to go all the way to the outermost needles.

He poured some acid into a small dish and placed Itachi's balls in it. Itachi hissed and whimpered, but nonetheless lowered himself into the acid and allowed it to dissolve him. Sasuke bit and scraped his teeth all the way up Itachi's skinned and burned front until he was gnawing hard on his mouth, turning his brother's lips into ground meat.

Itachi moaned into the kiss and slipped his tongue into Sasuke's mouth.

Sasuke bit Itachi's lower lip for the hundredth time, only this time he ripped it completely off and swallowed it whole. Itachi didn't even gasp and the missing lip made his grimace look even more mocking. Sasuke growled and grasped the skin over Itachi's cheekbone in a hard bite, shaking his head a little to tear away the entire chunk of skin and muscle.

He slid the warm, wet hunk of flesh across Itachi's remaining lip. "Eat it, " he commanded softly.

Itachi's grin became so huge that Sasuke wasn't even surprised when the entire chunk was engulfed inside it. Watching Itachi chew with blood pouring straight down from his teeth to his chin was horrifying, and also unsatisfying because Itachi grinned the whole time, and upon swallowing remarked, "I see so'one's seen "Hannihal."

The lisp made Sasuke feel a little better. He laughed openly at his brother.

"I'm sorry, I didn't understand what you said."

"I said, I see soMbeone's seen 'Hannibal." He drew up the remaining skin higher and moved his upper lip further down to pronounce his labials; the speech impediment was hardly noticeable.

Damn.

"You seem to enjoy making your damn remarks so much," said Sasuke thoughtfully. He stroked his brother's cheek. "Open your mouth."

Itachi stuck out his tongue defiantly, guessing what was coming.

When he pulled his tongue back in, half of it was missing.

Sasuke had no idea that he was methodically cutting out consonant classes like body parts. With the tip of Itachi's tongue went his sibilants and alveolars, although he was able to manage some of them if he stretched his tongue enough.

"Tell me how much you love me," whispered Sasuke.

"More than I hate myself, little brother," he replied.

But it came out as, "More a I hae myef, iii bror,"

"Open your mouth," he said again.

Itachi complied and Sasuke jammed some needles straight through the tops of Itachi's teeth and into his gums, then ripped them out sideways along with some bits of his jaw. His only reward for the effort was a strangled grunt and the loss of clear laterals.

Well, at least now Itachi couldn't pronounce "lateral..."

"Here I thought you were going to cut out my tongue all at once, Sasuke." Itachi attempted valiantly.

"Hee I awh oo eh going oo uh ow ai ung aa ae uh auke?" Sasuke mimicked back, grinning happily. He backed and centralized the vowels, and most of them were lax. Itachi let out a retarded-sounding laugh and Sasuke flinched. He still had a lot more work to do.

All but one class of consonants had been completely amputated. The glottals were out of Sasuke's reach- Itachi would bleed to death if he cut THOSE out.

Sasuke was rather disappointed, however, that Itachi hadn't suddenly lost all his vowels, but only distorted a few. But then, it made sense, since tongueless screaming was always a vowel sound. If the boy had known more about phonetics, he would have been very satisfied to realize that he had, at least, done unspeakable damage to his brother's diphthongs.

Having done all the damage he could without risking Itachi bleeding to death, Sasuke kissed him deeply, swallowing mouthfuls of blood. The hot stump of Itachi's tongue reached to caress the tip of his. A few times he coughed and choked on his own blood, and finally Sasuke hauled him upright so he wouldn't drown himself. He repositioned the chains so Itachi was held up in a sitting position. His victim coughed more, blood spilling down his front and Sasuke realized that some of it was coming from deeper inside than his mouth. He was still trembling.

He didn't have much time left to finish up.

He picked up the hacksaw.

He ran the teeth gently along the skin of Itachi's intact cheek so he could feel what it was, and at the same time traced his fingers over his foot and leg.

Even without eyes or a recognizable mouth, Sasuke could still tell that Itachi was smiling. His shoulders spasmed, and Sasuke knew it was laughter.

He kept doing it while Sasuke sawed into the flesh between his toes and kept going until his foot was split into two halves up to his ankle. He was spasming uncontrollably, but every sound he voiced was a laugh and not a scream.

Sasuke continued up into and past his ankle, and tried to go up the centre of his shin bone but angled off into his flesh after a few inches. All the blood made it difficult to keep a firm grasp on the saw.

Sasuke slid the saw back out, backtracking all the way through the path he had made. He grasped the two halves and twisted them apart. Itachi writhed and then slumped, motionless except for the shakes from his laughter. Sasuke could hear it under his breath and in between his coughs.

He pulled Itachi's other leg out straight, then ran a small sledgehammer across Itachi's face. He nuzzled the cold metal and Sasuke pulled it away, centred it over his kneecap and swung down hard. Itachi jumped and choked, then resumed his low laugh.

Not worried anymore about his prisoner escaping or trying to fight back, Sasuke unchained one of his arms. Itachi slumped to the side, held up by only one broken arm.

Sasuke tried to trim away the edges of Itachi's wrist-bone, but the maneuver was too delicate so he wound up just taking off a big chunk from the wrist bone to the index finger. He brought the rest of Itachi's hand to his mouth and chewed at his fingers, snapping and pulverizing slender bones. He finally took the hand between his and crushed it with all his strength, rubbing his hands back and forth to grind the broken bits against each other.

He twisted the arm about 680 degrees and was surprised when he anticipated a reaction, at least a tensing or a gasp, and didn't get it. He looked back up to Itachi's face to see how he was doing.

Itachi's head had dropped to his chest and he wasn't shaking anymore. Sasuke gently cupped Itachi's jaw in his hand and put his ear close to his mouth. Breath barely flickered-- Itachi suddenly let out a loud bark right into Sasuke's ear and he jumped and fell backwards. Itachi looked at him with that grin-- and Sasuke could tell that's what he was doing even with his demolished face-- then slowly lowered his head again, laughing softly at his little brother.

When his chin touched his chest, he was no longer breathing.

Sasuke stared at the dead meat hanging limply from the chains for several motionless minutes. Everything suddenly seemed very quiet and lonely. He reached forward and stroked his brother's face.

His stomach tightened as he looked at him. Itachi's face was still grinning, mocking him even after death. As the body decomposed, he was sure the muscles would conspire to release one last laugh.

Itachi's strength of character... Sasuke wanted to tell himself that he would have held in there, been brave and resistant and kept his character if he had been tortured the same way Itachi had. His stomach continued to churn.

Sasuke took the hot iron and pressed it against his own skin.


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Wow, that came out much, um, funnier than I intended it to..... almost a comedy, really... I'm not sure if that makes it less disturbing, or a million times more.
I was originally planning on just writing a vicious PWP where Sasuke tortures, beats and rapes Itachi and Itachi's just struggling and screaming in pain the whole time, but then... it wound up like this. I guess Itachi got the better of both Sasuke AND me! ^_____^

If any of you come away from this unable to eat applesauce without thinking of the rasp and the ass, I have accomplished enough in this life.

Please review! I'm stalking youuuuu!