Gift

Disclaimer: Naruto is property of Kishimoto, not me, kthxbai

For my Otouto~ Happy birthday, lovely~! I hope you have an amazing day filled with lots of looooove~ I loves you~


Crimson rivulets streamed from the unconscious bodies adorning the ground, to pool around the collapsed body of the young child on the ground. Itachi found a small smirk tugging at the corners of his lips, as he surveyed the damage around him- damage he himself had caused.

“Aa, Otouto, how weak you look, collapsed, and quivering. Unable even to avenge the family you claim to have loved.” He mocked; staring down at is younger brother, feeling the warmth of the blood beginning to seep into his sandals as he approached the boy.

The elder Uchiha bent down, and lifted his younger brother’s pale face, hand cupping his cheek in a mockingly gentle caress. “Aa, little Sasuke, but what were you thinking about as our family was destroyed?” He inquired, quietly, voice almost accusatory, as his fingers smeared the blood of their fallen parents across the pale surface of one tear-soaked cheek.

Black Mangekyou bled into the deep crimson of the Sharingan as he caught his brother’s eyes, and felt the now-familiar tug, as he pulled the boy into the deep recesses of the tsukiyoumi.

What were you thinking about, Sasuke-chan? He heard his own voice echo around them, as Sasuke’s trembling form quivered, and tried to escape from him. Itachi simply laughed into the illusion, the sound reverberating around them.

Were you thinking about the academy? Your future? Your family? Or were you thinking about… Us? He mocked, pulling an image out of his own mind, and offering up to his brother.

And there was Sasuke, panting, crawling onto Itachi’s bed, stripped entirely of his clothing, skin shining in the pale moonlight with the slight moisture of perspiration.

“Aniki…” Came his whimpering voice, as he hurried towards his brother, body already trembling in earnest, as he leaned back on his heels, one small hand coming to down to caress his own arousal.

Itachi shifted from his sitting position on the bed to stretch his legs out, beckoning his brother closer. “Come to me, Otouto…. Come and tell me what it is that you want.” He cajoled, stroking himself into hardness slowly.

Sasuke crawled between his brother’s legs, hovering in place for a moment, before glancing up at Itachi’s eyes, his own cobalt eyes shining in arousal, a slight flush spread over his cheeks.

“I want you, ‘niki… I want you… inside…” Came the whimpered response.

Itachi smirked, and reached his hand over, to grab at the tube he had sitting on the edge of his bedside table (this had become quite routine to them by now, so they had learned to be quite prepared for such instances) and handed the slim tube to his younger brother.

“Then prepare yourself for me, Sasuke-chan…” He murmured to the child.

The flush on his brother’s cheeks deepened with the demand, but he reached one small hand forward, and took the tube from Itachi nonetheless.

Itachi watched in rapture as his brother uncapped the tube, and smeared some of the oily substance onto his fingers. Sasuke shifted slightly, leaning back on his heels, and lowered the oiled hand downwards, towards his own entrance.

The older Uchiha was pleased to see that his brother had placed himself in a position that was far more… visual stimulating for Itachi, and he watched, as the child before him pushed one slick finger within himself, gasping and panting loudly, as he pushed the digit in and out, gently venturing further with every movement.

“Ah… ah… A… aniki… I want…” Came the voice of his sweet younger brother, even as he pushed a second finger within himself.

“Keep going Otouto… get yourself ready for me.” Itachi purred low in his throat, still very aroused (and slightly amused) at the sight of his brother giving up every thread of his innocence so easily upon such a slight demand as this.

Sasuke panted, tears filling his eyes slowly. “Itachi-nii… I want… I’m ready enough..” He murmured, pulling the fingers from within him, and glancing pleadingly at his older brother. “Please… can’t I…?” He implored, moving closer to Itachi now.

A smirk tugged at the edges of Itachi’s lips, and he nodded. There was no way his younger brother was nearly ready enough for penetration… but the desperation shining in his pleasure fogged eyes was enough to persuade the long-haired man that his brother did not fear the pain, so strong was his desire.

Sasuke smiled brightly, and crawled over his brother, caressing the long length of the arousal he so desired within himself, and crouched over it, holding it in place, as he caught his older brother’s eyes, and lowered himself slowly onto the organ, a soft sigh of contentment escaping his parted lips, despite the burning pain he felt falling through him.
“Sasuke-chan… look at me.” Came Itachi’s demand as Sasuke’s eyes fluttered shut, and he tried to adjust to the intrusion within himself. Swallowing thickly, Sasuke did as commanded, and met his older brother’s eyes.

“Tell me Sasuke,” Itachi began, holding his brother still, refusing to let the boy make any more of the desperate rotations the small boy so desired. “Tell me that you love me.” He demanded.

Sasuke gave Itachi a slightly confused look,. But nodded, “I love you, Aniki.” He said obediently.

Itachi smirked, and let the boy move ever so slightly, before holding him in place once more. “Now, Otouto, tell me…. Tell me how much you love me.”

Sasuke’s lips parted in pleasure as he moved, a soft, pleading mewl escaping him as Itachi halted his movements once more. “I love Aniki more then anything else in the world.”

And everything faded back into grey. Itachi glanced down at the boy, now collapsed on the ground as his eyes faded back from the deep spinning crimson of the Mangekyou.

“So tell me, my foolish little brother, do you still love me? Love me more then anything else?” He asked, voice mocking, even as Sasuke clutched at his stomach, and emptied the contents on the ground beneath him.

“Aa… sweet Otouto,” He muttered, lifting his brother’s face with the toe of his boot. “How very foolish you are. If you want to defeat me; hate me, despise me, and survive in an unsightly way.” He mocked, letting Sasuke’s face fall back down to the ground, even as unconsciousness.

“Happy birthday, little brother.” He laughed, as he turned and left the manor, and the bloody mess that lay within it, behind.