Asking For It

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Sasuke pressed the palms of his hands into his eyes, wincing at the sting that came from staring at his computer monitor for entirely too long without blinking. He sighed in relief though, it was after hours and he was alone in the office, finishing up some last minute assignments. He had also checked one more time on the money he had been siphoning off of this stupid fucking company for the three years he'd worked here, into an unmarked offshore decoy account, that would bounce it to a swiss bank-book account he held under a false name.

Tomorrow morning he was leaving this hellhole of a company behind, and with it the last piece of his family he had left. After the accident that had stolen his parents from him during high school one might think that would sadden him but it was really so far from the case. He was excited about getting away from his bastard brother, and even though he couldn't quiet the nervous butterflies in his stomach he couldn't fucking wait to climb into the chartered jet that would take him out of the country at dawn, to a friend of his from college who had agreed to put him up for awhile.

He leaned back in his chair silently, taking a mental inventory of his to do list. He had enough time to go home and catch some sleep, but he knew that wouldn't happen now. It wasn't that he didn't feel tired, it was just that the adrenaline thrumming through his veins wouldn't let him sleep, even if he tried. Still, he should clock out, now that he'd started the reformatting of his hard drive. Soon the disk would be blank and there would be nothing to trace any of this back to him. He couldn't help but smile.

That smile died on his lips though, as he stood, the door to his office clicking calmly open. He knew who it was before he'd even turned around to look, and it made him swear silently. He glanced over his shoulder anyways though, glaring at his brother.

"What do you want, Itachi-san? I'd appreciate if you could make it brief, I'm quite tired and I'd like to finally go home." His brother just smirked, leaning nonchalantly against the door frame effectively barring Sasuke's exit.

"I was just wondering why you were still here, otouto. Are you having computer problems?" Sasuke gritted his teeth.

"Yes. Stupid virus firewall problems. I have to reformat my hard drive. I have a backup though, so nothing is lost." Itachi chuckled, crossing his arms in front of him, drawing Sasuke's attention to the bright red folder he held. Sasuke scowled, grabbing his coat from the desk. His desire to leave right that second suddenly tripled. He crossed the room, ready to push past his brother into the hallway beyond when Itachi caught his, shoving him rather violently back into the room.

"Sit down, Otouto. I have a matter I have to discuss with you." Alarm bells were going off in Sasuke's head left and right, but he took a deep breath and did as he was told. The sooner he listened to what Itachi had to say, the sooner he could get out of here and be on a plane out of the bastard's life forever. Itachi smirked as Sasuke sunk into his chair, and the older Uchiha closed the door behind him as he stepped inside, dropping the folder unceremoniously onto the wooden surface of the desk that separated them now with a loud thump. Sasuke fought not to flinch, and failed.

"About a week ago, it came to my attention that someone in the company was doing something very very bad, embezzling money. That's a federal offense you know, with a stiff mandatory penalty." Sasuke forced his face into an appropriately shocked expression, even as he broke into a cold sweat. There was no way of knowing how much his brother already knew, and he wouldn't risk giving Itachi anything more. The older Uchiha walked around the desk slowly, seemingly deep in thought, until he was right behind Sasuke.

The boy panicked a little then, not liking having his unpredictable prick of a brother behind him at all, especially not in this sort of situation. He sprang to his feet, only to have Itachi shove him back down in his chair, sliding in until he was leaning over Sasuke's shoulder, a hand on either side of the boy leaning into the desk in front of him. His brother pulled the folder over, and Sasuke swallowed hard. He promised himself he would stay strong, no matter what.

"Imagine my surprise when I found out who it was. I was deeply injured by this betrayal, Otouto, and I just got so..." Itachi trailed off, and Sasuke tensed, jumping when Itachi slammed his hands down onto the table inches from Sasuke's own trembling fingers. "angry."

Sasuke shivered, but didn't answer. He knew there wasn't anything he could say that would get him out of his brother's wrath now. He swallowed hard. Itachi's hands wrapped around his wrists then, and Sasuke suddenly found himself thrust forwards onto the desk, face down, the chair he'd been sitting on pulled out from under him. Itachi's hands were on his tie in a second, dragging it around the collar of his shirt until it trailed off the back of Sasuke's neck like a noose. Itachi used it to pull Sasuke's head up until he could easily hiss into his baby brother's ear.

"Imagine my shock when I found the depth of that betrayal though. It hurt me deeply, to have it be someone I considered so close." Sasuke frantically clawed at the silk wrapped tightly around his throat, trying to pull it free so that he could breath. Itachi didn't let up until his vision went a little dark though, spots dancing behind his eyes.

Then he was back on the table, the tie suddenly loosed from around his neck and he could breath again. He just lay their panting, hands sprawled out beside him until Itachi gathered both of his brother's delicate wrists in one hand, looping the silk tie over them and tying it tightly, binding the hands together. Sasuke's eyes went wide as he tried to struggle, but the knot seemed to only get tighter.

The suddenly Itachi's hand whipped by his face again, leaving him to gape at the sharp little letter opener that had come so close to his hands on the way down, shivering slightly from it's new place embedded a good inch or two into the wood of the desk top, spearing the silk fabric down. Sasuke twisted in his bonds, trying to throw a terrified glare at his brother.

"Itachi, what the fuck do you think you're doing? Let me up right now!" Itachi chuckled, his hands sliding up Sasuke's arms and down his back to grip his hips firmly. His brother bent in, laying all of his weight across the younger boy's back as he whispered into Sasuke's ear again.

"You can call it a punishment I guess, otouto, though I'm sure you'll enjoy it so much more than that." Sasuke cocked his head, a little confused, trying to figure out what the hell kind of punishment his brother might inflict on his that the asshole thought he might enjoy. Then those hands, still pushing his hips hard into the edge of the desk, moved a little, cupping Sasuke's ass harshly through his suit pants. The younger Uchiha's dark eyes went wide, and he tried to pull away.

He couldn't move much though, between Itachi's form pushing him down into the desk and his wrists, bound together and pinned down as well. He shut his eyes tightly, silently praying to anyone that might listen that someone might still be in the building to walk in and save him. He wasn't exactly sure what his asshole brother was planning, but he had a sneaking feeling that, since it was Itachi, he really really didn't want to stick around and find out.

He almost sighed in relief when his brother pulled away, crossing to sit across from him once again, sliding the red folder back. He smirked as he pulled things out of it, laying them down in front of Sasuke. The boy swore lightly as he saw it, a careful account of his transactions over the past month, tracking information for the offshore account, a blurry photo-copy of the bankbook for his account in switzerland, with an id card pressed on one side with his false name. Then finally, down on top of everything, a picture of a familiar face, blond hair falling down around it, blue eyes shut in a smile standing next to a brand new plane and holding up his new pilot's license. His heart stopped.

"W-what do you want, asshole? Why are you showing me this?" Itachi smirked, his eyes suddenly cold as he snapped Sasuke's head up by the hair, forcing their eyes to meet. Sasuke couldn't breathe, not with those eyes staring through him.

"Since you're my brother, and I'm the only family you have left, I wanted to offer you a little deal. I could take all of this to the police and have you, and your darling little blond accomplice arrested and thrown in jail. It all depends on you, cooperate with me here, and I'll take all of this back upstairs and shred it, every last piece of it, and you can even have your little vacation. I expect you back though, no more than a week."

Sasuke swallowed hard, his eyes stuck on the photo in front of him. He couldn't let those things happen, especially not to Naruto. He sighed, then turned to glare at his brother.

"What do you want me to do for you, asshole?" Itachi smirked wider as he got up, leaning across the table until their faces were mere inches apart. Sasuke shivered, but stood his ground. Itachi leaned in closer, until they were practically touching, and not in any way that could be considered wholesome, or normal.

"I want your... cooperation in this, Otouto." Then Sasuke couldn't breath, his brother's lips were sealed harshly over his and Itachi was nipping harshly at his lips. He opened them reluctantly, letting Itachi thrust his tongue into the cavern of his mouth. Sasuke shivered as his brother ravished him, sucking Sasuke's tongue back into his own mouth harshly before pulling back, cold eyes half lidded with pleasure now, a single glistening string of saliva connecting their mouths still.

Sasuke's eyes were wide when the implications hit him, and he tried to pull back, but the tie around his wrists was too strong, and too soundly attached to the table beneath it. He shivered, turning his head to the side with a low whine of fear. Itachi smiled.

"I see you finally understand, Otouto. This isn't really a choice though. Either you cooperate, and you and your poor little friend stay out of prison, or you don't, I take what I want from you, and the two of you are in police custody by tomorrow night. It's your decision." Sasuke buried his face in the table. He really didn't really have much of a choice. He pressed his eyes closed tightly before nodding slowly. He felt Itachi's hand in his hair and he tried not to flinch. He could hear his brother's chuckle still.

"Good boy Otouto. I think you're starting to learn your place." Itachi walked around behind him again then, and Sasuke fought not to visibly panic, though inside he was nervous as all hell.

He clenched his teeth, shutting his eyes tightly, unprepared for the fingers softly caressing his collar bone from the back, pulling him up until his chest didn't touch the desk beneath him anymore, slowly moving down the buttons from the top, undoing them as they went. When the garment hung open, making Sasuke shiver a little at the cold, those hands slid up along his skin, more gently than he had thought his brother was capable of.

He had to bite back the small moan that built in his throat when those fingers found his nipples, teasing each one lightly to hardness. He didn't quite manage to stop the whine when they were suddenly pinched though, hard enough to make his teeth bite the inside of his cheek hard enough to taste blood afterwards.

Itachi chuckled behind him, suddenly pressing him back into the desk harshly with his own, and Sasuke gasped at the duel surprise of the hard surface against his own crotch, and the hardness of his brother's pressed against his ass now. Itachi leaned in, until his body was covering Sasuke's again, and chuckled into the boy's ear, hot and breathy, tickling against his skin.

Then Itachi's hand was suddenly between his hips and the desk beneath him, gripping him tightly, squeezing the half hard shaft inside. Sasuke blushed brightly, flinching a little at the pleasure, but enjoying it more than he'd ever wanted to. He whined again, though this one was an entirely different pitch, and it only made him blush harder when he heard it. It seemed that Itachi heard it too, and he chuckled hotly into Sasuke's ear.

His fingers fumbled a bit on the catch to Sasuke's pants, and the younger boy found his body suddenly tense, surprised into almost absolute stillness. Itachi chose to ignore it though, as he pulled the garment down, underwear still inside, and bared his baby brother's ass to the cool air of the room. Sasuke trembled slightly as he felt his brother's hands slide smoothly over the newly uncovered flesh, biting the sore wound inside his mouth to keep from murmuring at the sensation, weird but still oddly not entirely bad. He wouldn't let himself think that way though, not when Itachi was the one doing it.

He panicked again as his brother's finger traced around his hole, testing it with soft presses. He had know this was coming, but he hadn't wanted to admit that to himself so he'd ignored it. Now the eventuality was slapping him in the face and he couldn't get past it. He tried to squirm away from him brother's roaming hands, not that he could get very far. A hard slap to one of his ass cheeks stilled him, and suddenly his head was wrenched backwards by the hair, far enough that the silk around his wrists dug into his flesh painfully, and he was forced to arch awkwardly backwards. He could see Itachi's face beside his now, if he looked, as his brother pressed his body forwards.

"Stop struggling like this, otouto. It's futile at best, and quite foolish at worst. It will get you nothing, but it might make me a bit more cross with you in the end. But it is your choice which way our deal goes at this point." Sasuke's eyes were shut tight, and he whimpered slightly at the obvious threat, but let Itachi continue, as he dropped his little brother back to the desk top, and returned his fingers to their previous explorations.

Sasuke bit his lip again when one breached him roughly, shoving inside of his ass. It hurt, it felt large and foreign inside his virgin passage, and he had no idea how he could ever hope to take more than that without tearing. He whimpered.

"Oh gods Aniki, please don't do this. It hurts..." Itachi just chuckled, wiggling the finger around a little before he withdrew it, and stepped back. He crossed the room, sitting back down in the chair he'd abandoned earlier, and looked over at Sasuke with a smirk.

"I need you to make a decision now otouto. It's a very important one, your future is on the line after all. Will it be the easy way, or the hard way?" Sasuke remained silent, dazed by the sudden change, by the sting he could still feel in his ass, from the slap and the rough entrance, and he felt tears well up in his eyes from the enormity of the choice laid out before him. Itachi was just being all the more cruel setting it up this way, forcing him to choose his own punishment, because what other choice did he have?

Suddenly Itachi's face was a breath away from his, his hands twisting harshly in his hair once again, forcing their eyes to meet. Itachi looked angry now, and his eyes almost glowed red in the low light. Sasuke swallowed hard.

"I choose the easy way, Aniki. Have your fun." Itachi's eyes narrowed, but his lips turned up a little at the edges.

"You sound so unsure, Otouto. Don't worry, I'll make sure you'll never forget this night, not as long as you live." He dropped Sasuke's head again then, and crossed to the door, ducking out of the room. Sasuke's eyes went wide, and he started to struggle a little. Itachi wouldn't just leave him there like this, would he? He wouldn't put it past his brother to do such a thing, but the older boy had seemed so interested in it before. Something inside of Sasuke panicked more at this new test, at being left behind by his brother yet again, like he wasn't even worth it.

He relaxed a little when Itachi pushed back in, though he felt his stomach turn when he saw the little tube his big brother flashed in front of him as he shut the door with a grin. It was lube, that meant they really were doing this. There was no getting away from it now. Sasuke swallowed hard.

"Good choice, Otouto. That means I can make this easier for both of us. Don't worry, I'll go slow." Somehow, that wasn't very comforting for Sasuke, and he shut his eyes tightly as his brother walked behind him again, not being able to see Itachi making him feel all the more anxious and vulnerable.

A single finger returned to his ass, wet and slick, and it teased his crack for a moment before pressing at his quivering pucker. He fought to relax, knowing that would ease the entry, and the combination of that effort and the lubrication made it slide in more easily this time. He sighed a little as it moved in and out slowly, before another digit eased in beside it.

Sasuke felt full as they parted a little, scissoring inside of him, but it didn't hurt as much as it could have. A third one forced a whine out of him though, his hole stinging at the intrusion and the quick stretching. He found himself squirming, trying to find some angle that might not be so uncomfortable for him. He couldn't seem to find one though, the fingers too big and too soon inside of him. He knew it would only get worse though.

Then Itachi pressed against his back, and he felt the outline of his brother's hard cock through the older boy's pants, pressed firmly into his hip. Itachi smirked into the skin of Sasuke's neck before kissing it gently. Sasuke found himself relaxing a little at the action, then Itachi shifted his fingers, crooking them a little, and Sasuke let out a breathy, startled moan at the sensation that ripped through him. He bucked back onto his brother's fingers a little, involuntarily, and shuddered. Itachi smirked.

"I told you it would be good, Otouto. Just relax, I'll make sure you enjoy things." Sasuke shivered as his brother drew his fingers out, wincing at the wet plop that came as they exited. He tensed for what was to come without thinking, not able to breathe until the harsh nudge of his brother's cock against his hole knocked the air out of him, sharp and quick. Itachi paused though, only about an inch inside, and waited for Sasuke to relax around him.

Sasuke felt tears prickling at his eyes, Itachi was a lot bigger than three fingers and it hurt even more now. He fought to relax his muscles, breathing harsh and fast, the sound loud in his own ears. Then Itachi slid forwards, torturously slowly, and buried himself in Sasuke's ass.

The fingers had felt huge to him, but they were nothing compared to his brother's cock, which was thicker and longer. He felt like he might split in half at the size of it, like it was pushing aside his organs and rearranging everything to make room. He whimpered and bucked a little, instinctually trying to find some more comfortable position.

Itachi drew out of him then, slowly, and thrust back in hard. Sasuke whimpered as he felt the zip of pleasure up his spine, Itachi's cock rubbing up against his prostate with every shift now. It made him hard, and the thought of that made him feel sick. Still, Itachi's fingers were digging insistently into his hips, sure to leave bruises, and Itachi's cock was moving inside of him, so there wasn't much he could do but ride it out and hope his brother came soon.

Itachi didn't quite see it that way, as he forced Sasuke forwards again, pushing his hardness against the table, and forcing it to rub almost painfully there. Sasuke moaned from the pleasure it was edged with though, and that only pushed Itachi to go faster, gradually speeding up his thrusts and rolling his hips to assure he's hit his brother's little bundle of nerves.

Sasuke knew he couldn't hold on long, he didn't have any sort of sexual release often so everything was pent up inside of him. Still, it was startling when everything snapped, the little explosions of white filling his vision as he pressed his eyes closed, his brother's name carried on the resulting moan. That was the worst part for him, catching that quiet, husky moan in his own voice, just Itachi.

That seemed to push the older Uchiha over the edge as well, and Sasuke felt the swell of his brother's cock inside him before it gushed warmth into him, setting him off again. Itachi leaned in when his body relaxed, pushing Sasuke's stomach into the wet puddle of cum that was underneath him now, sliding slightly on the wooden surface. Itachi smirked into his shoulder again, nuzzling his face into the warm skin there.

Sasuke squirmed a little, as his brother's cum leaked out of his ass and dripped down his thighs. The feeling was odd, and uncomfortable, especially coupled with the weight on top of him and the heavy knowledge that this was Itachi. His breath caught in his throat when he heard his brother moan softly into his neck, the warm gust of damp air making him shiver, and Itachi's cock started to harden again, still inside of him. He froze, hoping that maybe if he didn't move anymore Itachi would be satisfied, that he wouldn't notice. That was too much to hope for though, as he felt the member inside of him swell more, Itachi's hips pushing slow, lazy thrusts into him, rubbing against his prostate again and pulling Sasuke's own cock into hardness once more.

"Why Otouto, up for another round I see? I knew you could get into this if you just applied yourself. If only father were still around, you seem to have finally found something you have a talent for." Sasuke flinched at the implication, but found his will to fight gone. This was hopeless after all, and he was no longer even sure eh could survive it. Itachi frowned, not that his baby brother could see it, and pulled out with a wet plop, more hot cum flowing out then, down over the trails already drying on his baby brother's pale thighs.

Itachi leaned over again, his hand wrapping around the letter opener pinning Sasuke's hands and pulled it out with one smooth motion, dropping it to the floor with a soft clang. Sasuke didn't move though, he just stayed there, hoping maybe his brother would leave now. He knew that wouldn't happen though. He heard Itachi dropping heavily into the chair behind him, Sasuke's chair. Still, he stayed frozen there, until he heard Itachi's commanding voice.

"Come here, Otouto. We're not done, you're not done." Sasuke resisted the urge to flinch again, dragging his body up off the desk, suddenly barely even able to move himself. He was tired, he didn't want to deal with any of this, especially not now that all of his careful planning, his hopes for escape, were all dead and broken. He turned to his brother with dead eyes.

Itachi beckoned him, and when he was within range his brother's hand tugged him harshly to his knees, between Itachi's spread legs. His eyes looked away from Itachi's impressive cock, once again erect and slicked with cum and lube now. He couldn't help but flinch when Itachi's hand clutched into his hair, pulling his head forwards.

"Remember our deal, otouto. Remember what you promised." Sasuke nodded, and opened his mouth, letting his face be guided in. He took Itachi's cock in a shaky hand, pumping it once or twice before getting up the courage to take the head in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the tip teasing the underside a bit. Itachi moaned at that, throwing his head back and closing his eyes. Sasuke felt better once that gaze was off him, and he let his head be pulled down, relaxing his muscles as well as he could, but still gagging when the head hit his throat.

Itachi didn't seem to mind though, moaning slightly at the contractions around his cock as he pushed in, and Sasuke couldn't breathe, feeling like he might throw up at the pressure and disorientation. Itachi pulled back though, and Sasuke twisted away, coughing and sputtering. His brother let him go for a second before those fingers tangled tightly in his hair again and pulled him back down. He gagged again, but controlled it better, gulping down air before hand, and when he pulled back a little he was okay.

He struggled to relax as his brother harshly fucked his face, and slowly he found himself falling into the rhythm, and not gagging. Then Itachi's rhythm faltered though, and the thrusts came jerking and violent. He clawed at his brother's fingers, trying to release himself, suddenly scared for some reason, trying to suppress the urge to bite down on the shaft in his mouth.

Suddenly Itachi let him go, and he pulled back, sputtering and choking, just in time to get hit across the face with his brother's cum. He reached a hand up, wiping at it furiously but mostly just managed to smear it around in his haste. Itachi caught his eyes, the older boy's half lidded and shining with lust, and Sasuke froze. He started to back away, but even as he did so his own softening shaft started to wake again. Itachi chuckled.

"Come back here, Otouto. Your cock doesn't seem to think we're done yet, even after all that." Sasuke's eyes went wide, and he shook his head violently. He just wanted to leave, to go home and take a shower now, the drying cum on his thighs starting to itch and flake, and the spend on his face feeling sticky and gross. Itachi reached for him, pulling him up by the collar of his shirt, and Sasuke pressed his eyes furiously closed, tears starting to leak out the sides anyways. Itachi pulled him in until their faces were inches apart, pausing to lick calmly at the tracks of tears mixing with his own cum.

"Hush now, it's not so bad. I'll take care of you, just like when we were little." He dragged Sasuke up, but the boy found he couldn't stand, his legs like jello under him, and he just fell forwards. Itachi arranged him so he was straddling his big brother's lap, still boneless and crying, but his cock hardening under Itachi's hand.

"Maybe not just like when we were little, but sort of. I don't remember you crying this much then, get it together Sasuke, stop acting like a child." The words hurt, but Sasuke struggled to stop the tears anyways, suddenly embarrassed beyond belief to be caught like this. Itachi smiled, before taking his mouth harshly, thrusting his tongue in like he had his cock, tasting his own essence inside. Sasuke felt his brother hardening against his stomach again and felt he might really be sick this time.

It didn't take long before Itachi was pulling him up, and then back down onto his shaft. It somehow seemed to grow each time, splitting him again, and this time with only the drying spit as lube. The entry burned, forcing a mewl of pain from Sasuke's mouth again. Itachi growled lowly at the sound, but didn't stop, or say anything about it, which Sasuke couldn't help but take as a blessing. His brother's hands dug into his hips again as they were forced up and then down again, as he rode Itachi's cock. The movements weren't smooth this time, and there was barely any rhythm to it, like it was something animal that he couldn't predict or avoid. That somehow seemed fitting.

It was Itachi that came first this time, Sasuke's little mewls of pain bordering on pleasure now too much for him, his control spent. He slammed into his brother harshly, fingers digging in hard enough to draw blood from Sasuke's hips, and his body shook from the last orgasm, ripping through him and shooting out into his baby brother's wriggling ass like an explosion. That was too much for Sasuke, and the faltering hand that fell to grip his cock only pushed him over. He cursed as he came, eyes shut tight, face buried in his brother's neck as he gripped the older Uchiha's shoulders tightly, riding out his own orgasm in Itachi's spasming hand.

They both went limp then, just sitting there, linked together still, sticky with sweat and cum, Sasuke's blood flowing sluggishly from the indents in his hips. Neither one moved for a long while, just breathing, the younger crying silently from the intensity. Itachi stood though, a bit shakily, and dropped his baby brother lightly onto the desk again, face up this time. Sasuke winced nonetheless, his ass sore from the pounding.

Sasuke watched as his brother cleaned himself up with tissues pulled from his own drawer. He watched as Itachi's face went back to the smug, blank mask it had been as he gathered his things, picking up Sasuke's clothes as well and dropping them on the desk top beside him.

"Go home, Sasuke. It's almost dawn, and I'll give you the day off, but I expect you to come to dinner with me this evening. Dress nicely, be ready by 6." Sasuke sputtered, his voice weak.

"But you said I could have time off, Aniki." Itachi stood at the door, outlines against the light from outside.

"I changed my mind, Sasuke. You won't be expected to come into work, but I can't have you running off with that blond boy. No, you'll have to stay here." And with that he closed the door behind him. Sasuke didn't move for awhile, didn't even try, as he lay there. His body, still mostly naked, itched with the coating of cum and blood and sweat that seemed to cover him.

He didn't get up until the sun peaked over the horizon, knowing that someone would be in soon and he couldn't let anyone else see him like this. He tried hard, but he couldn't stop crying now. He didn't have anything, he'd missed his flight and he was sure that Itachi had taken the money back by now anyways. He had nothing left, nothing but his brother. He knew that was how Itachi wanted it, after all.