Erase You From My Dreams

AN: ^^; No offense meant to Orochimaru in any way. Those opinions expressed are from the character’s point of view, not my own. Well... not anymore. XD
This is a present for Chieira. ‘Tis our anniversary on the 26th, and this is in tribute to the wonderfulness that she’s given me. Love you, baby.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, and this song is originally done by Nine Inch Nails. Who I don't own either.



Need You
Dream You


Every night, he saw Itachi in his dreams. Sometimes they were dreams of what Itachi had done to him, as a child. The frustrating ones found him beating Itachi senseless, and then waking up before he could land a fatal blow. So close, but still so far away.


The others were darker dreams, ones that he didn’t understand, but from which he would wake up sweating, nonetheless. These dreams weren’t like the videos Naruto stole from Jiraiya’s secret stash, or the pile of porn the snow-haired man kept. They were painful, bloody, but mixed with overwhelming pleasure. Too intense to ignore, he usually took a hot shower and finished what his dream had started. At first he would just do it until he climaxed, but now he took note of certain things from his dreams that drew out long shuddering gasps. Nails on skin, welts left in their wake. His brother’s hand around his throat, pinning him to a wall...


It was sick. He was jerking off to dirty dreams he was having about his brother. Not only dreams of his brother, but dreams full of things that made him wonder if he had a blood fetish. If he was some sort of sadist that drew pleasure from the attention his brother gave him, as well as the blood that flowed from him.


Sadist, masochist, or both, he was sick of it. Although he couldn’t just walk up to anyone and ask them how to make such things go away. Orochimaru would probably purr and urge for more details, while Kabuto would be too clinical. Besides, Kabuto’s dislike of Sasuke was thinly veiled. He disliked Sasuke being one of Orochimaru’s favorites; the glasses-wearing man wanted to be the only favorite.


There was only one thing that Sasuke could do to possibly end his dreams. It would take some finagling, but he would work it out. These dreams were getting in the way. Stupid feelings, they should be stomped out.




Find You



Surprisingly enough, Orochimaru didn’t mind him departing from their current residence to seek out Itachi. While he didn’t give exact details as to why, Sasuke’s few words had set a twinkle in his master’s eyes. With a few words of advice, and directions to reach the Akatsuki, he dismissed the boy. Sasuke knew that if he wasn’t powerful enough, Itachi wouldn’t kill him. Living through two of his brothers torturous jutsus, he no longer feared a third attack. Really, he didn’t fear anything. Fear, like friends, was for the weak.


Nearing the area Orochimaru had described, Sasuke slowed. As close as he was, the so called watchdogs would spot him and alert their leader. Or better yet, recognize him and tell Itachi. Crossing his arms over his chest, he leaned one shoulder against a tree, waiting for someone to greet him. If he had to wait all night, he would. This was worth it, for his peace of mind. Part of him also wanted to show Itachi that he was close to catching up, that he had cut ties with those around him. As much as he didn’t want to follow his brother’s exact orders, he had found those words whispered to him so long ago to be true.


The clouds covered the full moon, now just a dim ring of light behind a gray mantle. With the loss of light, Sasuke’s vision was narrowed down to only several meters around him. There was something else he had learned from Orochimaru; the fine art of mind games. He could activate his sharingan, and see any attack if it were to come his way. Instead he waited in a relaxed stance, without the use of his helpful tool. This was his way of thumbing his nose at Itachi. If the man came at all, that is. His lax defense wasn’t out of ignorance, and Itachi knew that. Sasuke wanted to project that any attack his brother might make, he wasn’t worried about it. He might pay for it later, but he didn’t mind.


“What do you want?”


Sasuke tensed then forced himself to relax. Which wasn’t easy, with Itachi so close and a kunai to the small of his back. “What took you so long? Getting slow in your old age?”


Itachi’s lips twitched in a semblance of a smile, and he leaned closer. His lips brushed the other shell of his brother’s ear, voice low. “I hardly believe you came to engage me in brotherly bickering alone. What do you want?”


Sasuke hesitated, unsure of how to answer that. He didn’t know exactly what he wanted, either. Maybe a reminder of how cruel his brother was, how ruthless and worthy of death the older Uchiha was. Not something to be dreamt about, bodies close together... Sasuke sighed a little, narrowing his eyes. Really, sometimes his mind just wouldn’t play fair.


“You aren’t ready to fight me yet, Sasuke.”


“I know that.”


“Then why?”



Taste You





Sasuke wet his lips, tongue lingering on his bottom lip. In those dreams, he swore he could taste those lips he kissed. No one could taste that sweet, especially not his brother. “I left Konoha.”


“Oh?”


Much to his disappointment, his body gave in to a shiver, Itachi’s breath lightly brushing over his ear. “Mm. I wasn’t learning enough there. Orochimaru,” Sasuke hissed, the tip of the blade easily piercing his robes and flesh. It wasn’t enough to seriously injure him, but it hurt.


“Orochimaru won’t teach you anything useful.”


Ignoring the blade, Sasuke relaxed once more. “Orochimaru isn’t one of the three legendary sannin for nothing. He’s taught me a lot.”


Itachi snorted. “He left the Akatsuki because he wasn’t good enough. He was afraid of me.”


Lifting a brow, Sasuke smirked. Was that a sore spot with his brother? There was no one who knew Itachi as he did, and Sasuke knew that tone of voice. The elder brother sounded almost angry. “Whatever reason he had for leaving is his own. He gives me what I need.” Sasuke let the implications behind his words linger in the air, and hoped Itachi would choke on them.


“You have horrible taste, little brother.”


“You’re hardly one to talk. I’ve heard plenty about my big brother,” his words dripped with sarcasm, “from him.” Itachi withdrew the blade then grabbed his shoulder, shoving Sasuke into the tree. The low-cut robe fell from one shoulder, sensitive skin of his chest nestled against the rough-barked tree. His laugh echoed that of his master. “What’s wrong, brother? Did I upset you?”


“I’m only going to ask you once more; what do you want?”


“Not even going to answer me now? Did I strike a weak spot? Mmm, do you miss those times with him, when he,” once again, he was interrupted by Itachi’s actions. Strong but slender fingers fisted in his hair and shoved his face against the tree. When Itachi drew closer to whisper in his ear, Sasuke turned his head, lips meeting those of his brother. There was no losing in this situation. If he angered or disturbed his brother, other than being immensely proud with himself for disturbing Itachi, then he would simply leave. One kiss should end those dreams. It couldn’t be like that, anyway. The fingers in his hair loosened a fraction, Itachi momentarily stunned. Now would have been a good time to attack, if Sasuke wasn’t already certain that Itachi would block it before he could. His brother could be stunned, but not caught off guard.





Fuck You




Itachi didn’t know what had gotten into Sasuke, but he wasn’t about to complain. Truly another way to piss on his clan; by molesting his brother. Making sure Sasuke’s hands weren’t near any concealed weapons, Itachi leaned against him. Since the last time he had seen him, the boy had grown, earning his own curves. Those round cheeks he used to think were cute were gone, replaced with a beauty that eerily resembled his own. Amused that it was Sasuke to start something so... disturbing, Itachi decided to play along until his brother begged him to stop.


Letting go of his hair, Itachi brushed his fingers down the back of his neck. Despise Orochimaru as he did, Sasuke’s new wardrobe was a great improvement. He cupped his shoulder, callused palms rough against creamy skin.


If Sasuke just had one time... One point of reference, then maybe the dreams would relent, a little. Sasuke turned, only to be slammed back against the tree, this time his back baring the brunt of the damage. That pain faded from his mind as ice fleeing flame. Their kiss grew in intensity; Sasuke wraped his arms around his brother’s neck, pulling him flush against his body. The hatred dimmed a little, replaced with need. He moaned and arched against his brother as Itachi scratched down his chest, the welts left in the aftermath burning. It wasn’t feeling as it should; pain wasn’t supposed to feel so good at the same time. Not wanting to be out shown, Sasuke bit roughly at Itachi’s bottom lip, the sensitive flesh there bruising under the pressure. Itachi grunted, nails drawing blood in a semi-circle around one nipple. Sasuke let go of his brother’s lip, leaning his head back against the tree as he let out a throaty moan.


Licking his lips, Itachi bent to lap at the cuts, tongue brushing over the nub outlined in the dark red of blood. He enjoyed the little pleased sounds Sasuke made, smirking against his chest. Sasuke’s hands worked between them, pulling at the cloak along the red front seam. The snaps came undone, cloak sagging on Itachi’s shoulders. The older brother shrugged out of it then kicked it away when it pooled at his feet.


“Itachi,” Sasuke moaned, fingers clawing at his back, working to remove the shirt as well. Just this once, he kept repeating to himself. His breath quickened with every flick of his brother’s tongue. How the hell did he know about those spots? The ones that left him weak kneed and dazed, wanting nothing more than to rid himself of bothersome clothes.





Use You



Ignoring the wind that stirred the leaves above him, Sasuke clutched at Itachi’s back, now bare thanks to his attentions. The last of his own clothing fell to the ground, making him shiver at the lack of protection against the mild breeze. His brother’s warmth replaced those clothes, pressing against him. Sasuke hooked one leg around Itachi’s hip invitingly, pulling him as close as he could.


If Sasuke would hate himself for this later, he didn’t care. Itachi was what he needed, wanted, right now. Later, the next day, the next year, his whole life; none of that mattered. Everything in his world narrowed down to Itachi’s caresses, even the cruel ones that would leave marks afterward. He was unaware that his brother’s pants had finally left him until their members collided, ringing shocks of pleasure through both. Sasuke half-heartedly rocked his hips against him. “Itachi... I need...”


As if in answer, the thrusts paused then reconnected against a sensitive spot. Sasuke didn’t expect anything resembling gentleness to come from his brother. In fact, he hoped Itachi wouldn’t do him the disservice of cushioning any pain.


Itachi’s hand left his thigh, guiding himself exactly where to enter. He pushed through the tensed ring of muscle, smirking at the pained moan it earned him. It wasn’t as easy to do without the proper lubrication, but he thrust shallowly into his brother, waiting for the boy to relax around him. When he hit the sensitive area inside, he winced. Sasuke’s fingers tightened painfully around his arm and shoulder, possibly drawing blood. Neither took the time to check.


Wrapping his other leg around Itachi, Sasuke lifted his hips so each of his brother’s thrusts hit him in the right way. They panted almost in unison, bodies connecting in loud slaps that echoed through the forest. Sasuke opened his eyes a crack, watching his brother. His eyes had faded back to black, and he was watching Sasuke through his eyelashes. Smirking a bit, Sasuke made his fingers uncurl from Itachi’s arm and slid his hand down his own body. The thrusts grew faster, more frenzied. Sasuke hissed, fingers finding his own length. The strokes were slow at first; he enjoyed the lusty gaze of Itachi on him. He wasn’t the little boy who he would break, or run away. In his brother’s eyes he found the small bit of respect he secretly craved; to be watched, and wanted. Itachi wasn’t watching out of pity or distaste, he was watching because what he was doing had a visible effect on him. While all that passed his mind, Sasuke grew more aroused, unable to keep from moving his hand faster.





Scar You





The moon broke through the cloudy night, flooding the area with light. Their bodies shined in the white light, the sweat their actions had worked up making both slick. Itachi’s hands tightened on his hips, black painted nails pressing roughly once more against his skin. His Sasuke, the brat who grew up into something interesting... He needed to show Orochimaru that whatever he did to the boy, Sasuke would always be his, in one way or another. There wasn’t anyone else as important. Itachi smirked and slid his thumbnail over Sasuke’s hip, making a long thin cut. His brother barely noticed, as close to release as he was. Before either would be distracted, he made another cut.


The pain at his hip was nothing to Sasuke. He shuddered then cried out, mind reeling in pleasure. How many strokes it took Itachi to catch up, he didn’t know. Sasuke clung to the fading pleasure like a child would a security blanket, stubbornly refusing to let go. The muscles under his hand convulsed, his brother moaning lowly. “Mm...” Sasuke smiled, stroking the cool damp back. This feeling, he wanted to remember it. He knew this wouldn’t happen again.


“Sasuke...”


He winced as he unwrapped his legs from Itachi, legs feeling rubbery. His ass would hurt for awhile, but he didn’t care. It was a good pain. “Yes?”





Break You





When the panting slowed, they regarded each other cautiously, unsure how to proceed. They should both retreat to the places they belonged, feigning innocence of the act they had just committed. That wasn’t any fun, though. Itachi took Sasuke’s chin in his hand and leaned closer, lips brushing against his brother’s reddened and equally bruised ones. Sasuke lowered his eyes a fraction, expecting a kiss. With a surge of chakra, Itachi activated the mangekyo, catching Sasuke in its depths.


“In case you forgot, Sasuke. I’m not one to get attached to...”


In a blink of an eye to those who thought they were watching discreetly, Sasuke flinched, body tensing. “Oooh? You have gotten better, Sasuke.” Itachi turned his brother’s head to whisper parting words. “Not good enough, yet.” He chuckled when Sasuke pushed him away, eyes as red as his own. Gathering his clothes, Itachi disappeared into the dark woods, clouds once more blanketing the moon.