Destroy the Spineless

Destroy the Spineless
Chapter I

Nothing was supposed to go wrong. The plan was to get out of Orochimaru’s base for a few hours. Nothing more. Sasuke moaned, his mind coming back to the present situation by a mere tug on his cock. Raven black hair shielded the face above him from his lust filled gaze, hanging in long strands over the older man’s shoulders, barely brushing against Sasuke’s naked chest. A hard grind of the man’s hips forced a moan to bubble its way up the missing-nin’s throat. Fuck, he had no idea that would have felt so good. Maybe he was wrong to fight in the beginning. His right hand fisted in the man’s black hair, his other hand gripping the black cloth beneath him in an unyielding grip as his eyes closed, giving himself over to the pleasure the bastard was giving him. No, things weren’t supposed to turn out like this, but at that moment, he couldn’t really object it.

”Foolish otouto, did you think it would be that simple?” Sasuke cursed his older brother under his breath, his arms crisscrossed behind him in Itachi’s obstinate hold. He shouldn’t have rushed in like he had; attacking one of the strongest, smartest, and most talented ninja head on was not a smart move. Look where it got him: his front pressed against the bark of a tree, and his brother’s chest pushing him even harder into the dry wood. He gritted his teeth, using all of his strength to keep from breaking - to not cry out in pain. Itachi shifted, placing Sasuke’s wrists into one hand and gripping them just as hard, sliding his now free hand down his younger brother’s side. Sasuke knew, at that moment, Itachi was changing his mind, switching from one plan to an entirely different one.

The deep moan that passed through Sasuke’s lips was certainly not going to be the last, and Itachi’s free hand, the one that was snaking around Sasuke’s waist and dropping down to grasp the currently flaccid member through Sasuke’s pants, was going to be torture on him.

“I told you, Sasuke, you’re weak, you can’t even fight against your body’s desires.” Sasuke growled, irritated with his brother’s talk. He wanted more than words at that moment. He wanted the hand that was gripping his fully erect member to squeeze him a little harder, to stroke him a little faster.

“No, aniki, at least I realize that I want it,” he spoke in a voice that sounded far too husky to be his own. “At least I’m not denying it anymore.” Sasuke lifted his left hand, placing it on Itachi’s still clothed shoulder, tugging the mesh shirt as if to prove his point. He had accepted the fact that he wanted nothing more than for Itachi to touch him, while said elder still had all his clothing on, minus the black Akatsuki cloak that was spread out underneath them.

“And you think that is strength?” Itachi lifted an eyebrow in amusement, seeing the challenge Sasuke had laid at his feet. “Well then, Sasuke, lets see who is stronger.” Itachi moved up his body barely an inch before lowering and grinding his hips against the boy’s beneath him – showing Sasuke that he wasn’t in complete denial of his need, the hard dick pressing against his inner thigh through Itachi’s black pants was more than enough proof that he was in deep. Itachi closed his eyes when the younger boy arched his back, grinding his own arousal against his groin. He surrendered a little control, relaxing his shoulders, and putting all of his upper body weight on his arms that were next to Sasuke’s head.

Sasuke had no idea what to expect when Itachi lowered himself onto his elbows, bringing the brothers faces barely an inch apart. He held his breath, his onyx eyes watching his nii-san’s face closely, not trusting the mass murderer the slightest.

“You’re scared.” Itachi’s crimson eyes remained blank, even after he had spoken the comment. Sasuke wanted to argue, to scream, anything to refute his brother’s claim. Itachi didn’t waste very much time, deciding he didn’t care if Sasuke had anything to say to his accusation; instead he lowered his head next to his sibling’s, stopping just when his soft lips brushed against Sasuke’s ear. “Or is there another reason as to why you are trembling, dear otouto?” He hadn’t realized that he was indeed shaking. But when he focused on his body, it wasn’t because fear had ran through his system, instead it seemed as though every nerve ending was stimulated, waiting and aching for Itachi’s burning touch.

“Fuck you, Itachi.” The older brother pulled back to look at Sasuke in the eye, a smirk tugging at the corner of the Uchiha’s lips.

“Later, otouto. It’s my turn right now.” Sasuke froze as the hand still holding his painfully erect cock gave him a final stroke before dropping to cup his balls. His body reacted out of pure sexual instinct: his back arched, the hand grasping Itachi’s black hair fisted and clenched the silky strands, and the hand on his nii-san’s shoulder dropped to the elders waist, pulling Itachi’s lower body closer to his own.

“Ani…ki,” Sasuke barely managed to moan through clenched teeth. Itachi massaged the flesh in the palm of his hand for a few short moments, and then trailed his fingers teasingly downward until he reached his brother’s weeping hole. He watched Sasuke with his always detached expression, reveling in Sasuke’s obvious pleasurable torture. His otouto’s head was thrown back, eyes clenched tightly shut, and his lips parted as moan after moan slipped pass them. Itachi tore his eyes away from Sasuke’s face, instead trailing his gaze down his younger brother’s tone body. The pale flesh contrasted significantly against the dark backdrop the Akatsuki cloak created. His eyes stopped on Sasuke’s impossibly hard member, throbbing steadily between their bodies. He leaned his head down, placing a soft kiss on Sasuke’s chest, the hand in his hair never loosening its incredibly tight grip.

“Relax, otouto,” Itachi murmured against the flesh of his stomach. Sasuke forced his back to straighten, and lifted his head to look at his brother. He had barely managed to calm himself down a little just as Itachi slowly, torturously, slid a slender finger through the tight ring of muscle. His breath quickened naturally, his eyes focused solely on his brother’s lips against his chest, and his mind could barely get past the haze that Itachi’s soft hand had forced to surround his mind. It felt undeniably good.

“Please, Itachi,” Sasuke moaned, not really sure what he was asking for. Itachi looked back up at Sasuke’s face, and locked onyx eyes against crimson for a few seconds before abruptly pulling away.

“You’re too weak.” He pulled his finger out of Sasuke’s body and pushed himself off of the young boy, gracefully getting to his feet. “You’re not even worth the effort.” Sasuke growled, placing his hands on the ground next to him and pushing himself into a sitting position. Itachi’s eyes flicked down to Sasuke’s still throbbing cock, but he caught his slip quickly and forced his eyes back up.

“You’re dead, Itachi.” The elder outwardly remained unaffected, in his mind he was cursing his younger brother - they were back to where they had started only a few minutes ago.

“You’re dead, Itachi,” Sasuke yelled, charging at his older brother with the chidori blazing in the palm of his hand. Itachi brushed off the attack like he had the first time his foolish otouto had tried it on him.

Sasuke pushed himself to his feet, getting into an offensive stance immediately. It was hardly as impressive as Sasuke usually made it look; his still erect dick gave Itachi the advantage. As long as Sasuke continued to desire his touch, any fight that followed would not last long.

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“Nii-san, I need help,” the young Sasuke whined, walking down the hallway that led to his older brother’s room. It was Itachi’s day off, no ANBU missions, or that was what Sasuke was praying for. He hadn’t been able to talk to his aniki properly for weeks, and it was starting to bother him.

“What is it now, otouto?” Itachi slid the shoji screen to his bedroom aside, just enough so he could peer out of the crack at his younger brother. Sasuke tried not to show how Itachi’s tone affected him. His aniki was changing, becoming mean; he wasn’t how Sasuke remembered him before ANBU. He hated the difference.

“I fell.” He stepped closer to the door, holding his hands palm side up to show Itachi the scrapes marring his pale skin. Sasuke pouted a little (something he found that Itachi couldn’t fight against), and stepped even closer, giving his aniki a clear hint of what he wanted help with.

“It’s just a scratch, otouto, you’ll be fine.” Sasuke dropped his hands to his sides, understanding the rejection immediately. Their father had warned him not to bother Itachi so much, that Itachi wouldn’t react to things the way he used to. Sasuke didn’t believe him then, but at that moment, he sort of understood.

“Fine,” Sasuke mumbled, turning around to walk back to his own room. He listened for any noise coming from behind him, listened for Itachi to open his door completely to take care of him. He almost smiled when it happened.

“Come on, Sasuke.” At the sound of his brother’s deep voice, Sasuke spun on his heel and quickly moved to stand in front of him. The elder stepped to the side, giving Sasuke just enough room to slip inside before sliding the door shut again. Sasuke crawled onto Itachi’s bed, careful not to put too much strain on his injured hands. Itachi followed his sibling, but he made no move to join him on the mattress, opting instead to stand between his little brother’s legs when the younger was comfortably situated.

“See.” Sasuke held up his hands once more, his eyes focused on his nii-san’s face. Itachi gently took Sasuke’s wrists in each of his hands, his gaze looking over the scratches and dried blood on his palms.

“What were you doing?” Heat snaked up Sasuke’s neck, turning his normally pale skin a light pink.

“Coming home.”

“And you just fell?” Itachi’s tone was mocking. Sasuke turned his head away in embarrassment. He stared at the wood boards that made up the bedroom floor, forcing himself to not look up into his brother’s disappointed gaze. “Otouto, look at me.” He shook his head stubbornly.

“I can just get mother to look at this, nii-san.” Itachi sighed, letting go of Sasuke’s wrists and using one of his newly freed hands to grip the younger boy’s chin, forcing him to look him in the eye.

“I’m sorry, Sasuke.” He leaned down, kissing the boy on his soft pink lips. Sasuke smiled against his brother – that was the best form of attention he could receive from Itachi, in his opinion. Every time his brother kissed him, all previous thoughts of anger or hate (which was normally why Itachi kissed him, to make him forget about what was going on) flew out of his mind, leaving him with a tingling feeling in his stomach. He could admit he was addicted to it – the feeling of pleasure only his aniki could give him – he would do anything for it.

Sasuke tore his gaze away from his brother’s lips. His eyes had dropped to them without him even realizing it. His stomach flipped at the idea of having that soft flesh press upon his own.

“What are you waiting for, otouto?” Sasuke’s lips turned up in a sneer. He wasn’t even sure if he could fight, one single touch from his brother would send him over the edge, he was absolutely positive of that. Itachi was a born genius; he had to have realized he had the advantage, as well. If he got too close, he would be finished.

“I don’t want to rush; I’m going to enjoy bringing you down, dear aniki.” Sasuke spit the word out as if he couldn’t stand how it tasted in his mouth. Itachi was unaffected, the all too familiar words not hurting him the slightest. Sasuke always wished to ‘bring him down’, and yet failed every time. Itachi wasn’t worried.

“Come here, Sasuke.” Sasuke’s brow creased. What game was his brother playing at?

“Why?”

“I want to show you something,” Itachi replied without hesitation.

“Show me what?” Itachi’s expression gave nothing away, but Sasuke had an inkling as to what was going to happen. An intuition that was verified when Itachi’s gaze slipped again, resting on his groin for a few seconds before rising. “You don’t want to fight?”

“It would be pointless; the outcome would be the same with or without violence.” Sasuke glared at his overly confident brother. Did he believe he was so incapable of defeating him? Obviously.

“No, it wouldn’t be-” Sasuke didn’t get a chance to argue his point; Itachi cut him off before he could even finish his thought.

“If you didn’t think that, foolish otouto, then why haven’t you activated your sharingan?” Itachi stepped forward, slowly closing the distance between the brothers. “You have no chance, Sasuke.”

“I thought you said I wasn’t worth the effort,” Sasuke mumbled, confused at his brothers change of mind again. Perhaps Itachi was still debating whether or not doing something so intimate with his brother was right or wrong. Although he doubted it, Itachi’s mind was far too twisted to hold even the slightest corner for morals. Besides, Sasuke was far past the point of caring. His brother had started this little game, and he would be damned if he wasn’t going to make him finish it.

“Then make yourself worth it.” Itachi took another step, his actions contradicting his words. To Sasuke, it seemed as though he had his brother’s attention from the very beginning. He forced his body to relax, even when Itachi took the final step that brought them merely a few inches apart. He could feel his aniki’s breath caress the bare skin on his face, and the heat that was coming off of him in waves made his backside seem freezing, the cold wind being the only thing touching him there.

Neither of the men moved, Sasuke had no idea what he was expected to do. Did Itachi want him to touch him? To fight? No, he was sure that his brother wanted anything but fighting. So, what if he…

He raised a shaking hand from his side, slipping his cold fingers under Itachi’s mesh shirt. Feeling the well built muscles on his brother’s stomach, the bare flesh against the palm of his hand, made his somewhat softened erection throb a little more. Itachi made no move to stop the boy, didn’t even change the blank look in his eyes, the only way Sasuke could tell he was having some sort of effect on the man was the feel of the rapidly beating heart beneath his fingertips.

“I don’t think I’d have to do much, aniki.” Sasuke lifted Itachi’s shirt as his trailed his hands higher on the missing-nin’s chest. Itachi reacted, stepping closer to his younger brother and placing a hand on his naked hip, pulling the smaller body closer to his own until Sasuke’s cock was pressing, once again, against his still clothed one. Sasuke reached down to grasp the hand on his body and lifted it; Itachi copied the movement with his other hand to assist Sasuke in completely removing his shirt. The second the shirt was off and thrown to the side, things changed – Itachi had had enough with Sasuke’s exploration of his body – he wanted more, and he wanted it done his way.

Roughly, Itachi pushed against Sasuke’s bare chest, forcing him to walk backwards until his back was pressed firmly against a tree. The feeling of Itachi’s hands trailing down his sides had him sighing his brother’s name.

“What are you doing out here?” Somehow, through his lust clouded mind, Sasuke was able to tell his brother was just toying with him – getting him where he needed for his own benefits. But, when Itachi lowered one of his hands to ghost it across his inner thigh, he decided he didn’t care, just as long as he could have the feeling he used to have all the time when they were little.

“I wanted to get out for a little bit,” Sasuke replied, closing his eyes as the back of Itachi’s hand brushed against his throbbing erection. The hand didn’t move closer, however, and it left Sasuke yearning for more contact.

“This is a little too far from that snake’s base for casual walks, otouto,” Itachi whispered, dropping his head next to Sasuke’s ear, causing shivers to run down his body whenever his hot breath blew across his skin. Sasuke didn’t reply to that statement - his brother’s hand was distracting him too much. Thrusting his hips forward out of pure instinct, Sasuke growled deep in his throat when Itachi didn’t increase the pressure. He tried to think back on what he told Itachi, what the challenge was, and denying each others bodies their desires was the complete opposite of what he wanted.

“Damn it, Itachi,” Sasuke moaned, hoping his brother would understand the unspoken words that would have followed that statement. He was disappointed.

“What is it now?” Itachi moved his hand closer to Sasuke’s painfully erect cock, teasing the flesh by trailing a nail along its length.

“Stop teasing.” Sasuke lifted one arm and placed his hand on Itachi’s bare shoulder. The other reached out to the hand so close to his heated flesh, and grabbed Itachi’s wrist, forcing the elder to touch where he needed him to the most.

“Anxious?” Sasuke looked into the red eyes that had haunted his dreams for so many years, silently cursing the name of their owner.

“Finish what you started,” Sasuke growled, tugging his brother’s hand once more. Itachi refused to ease the ache that had become almost painful, instead opting on looking down at his younger brother with an amused smirk.

“And what makes you think you have the right to order me around?” Sasuke’s eyes narrowed, his grip on Itachi loosening enough so the elder could pull his wrist free, a second later slamming it against his otouto’s neck. “You have no power over me, foolish little brother.” Sasuke didn’t respond, there was no way he could focus on the words being whispered into his ear, his vision failing and mind starting to slip into an uneasy blackness. At the last moment, when he though he was surely going to be knocked unconscious, the hold on his neck relaxed, opening his windpipe once more.

“Fucker!” he spat, his eyes still closed and head swimming, trying to get his thoughts back together. He could not lose it in front of someone of Itachi’s caliber. His thoughts turned blurry from there. The hand that had been resting against his collarbone slowly trailed down his bare chest, sliding against the flesh of his abs and even further down, taunting, always teasing.

“You aren’t worthy of this, dear otouto.” Sasuke felt Itachi pull back, he could feel those deadly eyes burning his flesh as his aniki looked over his flushed body once more. He felt a sinfully warm hand grasp and tug on his most heated, never before touched flesh, the action causing a slight gasp to escape his wet lips.

“I don’t care… please, just –” Another moan interrupted his words. His eyes opened of their own accord, skipping over the face of the one causing such amazing pleasure to shoot up his spine, instead settling on the only spot where his brother was touching him. The sight alone made him all the more harder, that much closer to releasing into his hated brother’s hand. He didn’t care, the sensation bestowed upon him was far too satisfying to resist.

Sasuke sighed, his eyes glued on Itachi’s still moving hand as he brought up his own in an attempt to take off the only clothing Itachi still had on. Just before his fingers brushed against the fabric of his black pants, however, Itachi took a small step back, effectively stopping Sasuke’s advances.

“Later, otouto.” A tug on his cock made Sasuke forget about what he had planned to do. His hands moved away from his brother’s hips, one landing on Itachi’s shoulder to help keep himself steady, while the other covered Itachi’s continuously moving hand.

“Faster.” He glanced up to Itachi’s face just in time to see him smirk. His gaze shot back down to their entwined hands, though, when the pace slowed to that of pure torture. “Aniki, please.”

“What, otouto?” Damn him, he was not going to make him beg even more than he already was! It was bad enough that Itachi had successfully gotten him in that position in the first place… that was all the satisfaction that he would give him.

“You know what I want, bastard, do it!” he yelled, trying to squeeze the fist his fingers covered in an attempt to forcefully make Itachi pump him harder and faster.

“So eager, Sasuke, you can have them finish it for you,” Itachi replied calmly, giving Sasuke’s cock one final, amazingly satisfying stroke, before pulling back. Sasuke’s knees buckled under him without the support of Itachi’s body.

“Get the fuck back here!” Sasuke yelled, rubbing his palm against his throbbing dick. Itachi ignored him, gathering his clothing and putting his mesh shirt back on before slipping the akatsuki cloak back over his shoulders.

“Your old friends are coming, Sasuke, you should take care of that,” Itachi looked pointedly over his shoulder at Sasuke’s crotch, “before they get here.” He looked up from under his bangs when he noticed Itachi turning around to look directly at him. “Until next time.”

“Fuck you,” he mumbled just before Itachi disappeared. Quickly, and at the disgusting idea that his brother was still touching him, Sasuke found his release, fully agreeing with Itachi’s suggestion when he felt familiar chakra signatures start to close in on him.

Kakashi.

Shit. He hadn’t seen that group in a couple years. How was he going to even face them in his current condition? He cursed Itachi’s name once more. The bastard had to have known they were bound to get caught. That had to have been the reason why he refused to go any further – why he left so quickly. Fuck. He did not want to deal with them now.

tbc....