Remember This...

*Disclaimer* - I do not own Naruto nor any of its charaters ...*tear*

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The world was silent this evening; there were no chirping crickets nor croaking frogs, not even the distant sound of people in the village hidden from view. Even the river nearby seemed to flow in silence, reflecting the glow of the moon. All was silent excluding a young boy, possibly fifteen being dragged by the nape of his neck by another elder man, knowledge and age easily seen in his dark eyes. The smaller of the two struggled, arms bound in front of him by some type of wire and kunai taken away from him by his captor. He spits out curses and bellows in anger at the elder of the two's knees, that being as high up as he can look without feeling his neck crack and vice-like grip tighten, his own eyes swirling crimson with furry.

"Itachi! You fucking bastard!" The taller man stops once they reach the river and the boy is flung, away, the youngest of them doing his best to stop from falling but after being half-dragged and half-stumbling while bent nearly in two for the twenty-minute hike he ends up going with the proportion of the toss and dipping his shoulder down to roll, a boulder in his path stopping him against his back. Dazed into silence for a moment he blinks, legs dangling in the air and growls as an upside-down Itachi comes into focus. "Let me go!"

Were it not for the jacket that flowed from Itachi's feet to his cheekbones the boy would have seen the slight smile at his demand; the eyes were dull, though, giving his usual look of uncaring. "Sasuke, I'm disappointed in you," he starts as the boy rolls himself sideways to get himself right side up. "I've waited so long for you to grow stronger, for you to become a strong - stronger - than me. What have you been doing all of this time? You seem no different than the child I let live so long ago."

A murderous rage lit the boy's eyes, lips curling back in a snarl as he works himself to his feet. "Bastard!!" A bit awkwardly he quickly forms a seal, taking a deep breath. "Katon: Goukyaku no jutsu!"

The world goes blaze as the air bursts into flames, trees and nearly brush catching on fire for moments before burning into ash. After several moments the flames lessen, eventually reducing to mere smoke.

"Maybe you have improved, slightly."

Eyes widening Sasuke freezes as his brother's breath runs over his ear, sending a chill of disgust, hatred and though he won't admit it; fear. Spinning and jumping back he's barely off the ground before a hand grasps the front of his shirt, pulling him inches from the dangerous man's face. "Let me-"

"Sasuke." The voice is firm and the boy wavers; it was the way Itachi would speak to him when he'd do something wrong and he were about to be scolded. "Since it seems you do not hate me enough to grow stronger I will give you a new reason to - a reason to live for me."

Before Sasuke can process it he's on the ground again, gasping for breath as the impact knocks the wind out of him. The hand is at his neck again and he's being dragged, instinctively trying to get his feet under him to lesson the pain on his neck and bleeding knees. //The river?-//

He's dropped once again, this time able to catch it quickly enough to drop down onto his knees to keep from falling face-first into the water. He turns, eyes losing the red color though glare still fierce as he snarls at his brother's brooding form. "What the fuck ar-" He's cut off again, this time when Itachi roughly grasps a handful of dark locks and shoves the boy down, dunking nearly his whole head underwater.

Sputtering and doing his best to hold what little breath he had taken before being dunked he feels as Itachi moves behind his upraised rear, freezing in his fighting for air as a hand slides over a cotton-covered cheek and squeeze firmly. //The fucking hell!?!// The shock is quickly shaken away when the hand suddenly tears the offending material down, exposing his pale globes to the cool night air.

Just as he's feeling light-headed he hand in his hair tugs him up from underwater, the younger boy coughing and gasping for fresh air gratefully even as he tries to glare knives at his brother from the corner of his eyes, the same indifferent expression on Itachi's face. "The fuck - are you - doing?!"

Itachi had undone the clasps of his jacket and it hung open on his shoulders, Sasuke only able to see from the man's mid-stomach upward. His blood froze as Itachi's lips curved into a slight smile, the manic edge apparent. "Did you think we were just going to have a stroll under the moonlight? It is far too early for us to fight, Sasuke; you are not strong enough to face me and I am not willing to kill you yet," There's a pause as the man's free hand slid up Sasuke's thigh and rear before pushing his shirt up to expose more of him to the night air. "However, I cannot stand for my patience so far not being rewarded." Before the captive boy could protest he's shoved underwater once again, this time able to catch nearly a full breath before being submerged.

//This can't be happening!!// The feel of something persistent and slick pressing against his entrance causes Sasuke to tense up, trying to keep the intruder out but it presses on anyway and he finds that his muscles start to relax on their own, allowing the digit further access. //Goddamnit he was planning this!!//

His thoughts are cut off when a second finger joins the first and they slam onto a spot within him, something that sends involuntary bolts of pleasure through his young body and he almost gasps in reflex. Fight as he could his body betrays him, his own length growing at the feel of the fingers being replaced with something larger and pulsing with heat. //Oh please...// He's suddenly impaled and he does groan this time with a mix of pain and pleasure, head already fuzzy from the lack of air.

Itachi moves with driving, pounding thrusts against his younger brother, instinctively knowing how to angle his hips in order to make more bubbles rise from the flowing river, make Sasuke tighten and shudder under him. Knowing that it wouldn't be long before the boy passed out from lack of air he continues to claim him in a fierce pace, allowing a soft sound of pleasure to escape his own lips. As his blood boils a calloused hand moves to grasp Sasuke's length, stroking firmly and in time with his own thrusts.

Seeing spots before his eyes Sasuke's temples throb and body trembles as he nears his peak, unable to catch his lack of breath without drowning himself. Chest burning tears squeeze from shut lids and become one with the river and the last of his breath is taken when Itachi takes a hold of his need, stroking him until the boy stiffens and shudders, releasing into the strong hand. As the boy begins to black out he can almost hear his brother's voice.

"Remember this, Sasuke. Remember and grow to hate me more..."

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"FUCK!"

Jerking upward in his bed Sasuke wakes with a start, heart racing. "Holy fuck.." Finding that it was a dream he falls back onto his bed, placing the back of his hand over his forehead. /I've never had a dream like that about Itachi before.../ The feel of a cool breeze against his flushed skin cause him to open his eyes, looking out the partly-opened window. Moonlight filters into the room and lights up the path from his house to the edge of the forest, only a few streaks peaking through. He starts to close his eyes again when a pair of crimson orbs catch his gaze, black swirling in the depths.

"Remember, Sasuke..."

Jerking upright once again he focuses on where he'd seen them...or had he imagined it? Whatever it was had long gone, only the sound of the night and his own breathing heard by the boy.

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Itachi stood behind the tree he had been standing on as he perfrom the jitsu, closing his eyes as they fade to black. "Soon, Sasuke...soon we can be together again..."