Drowning

Drowning:

Sasuke’s descent into madness was not a quick one, and any attempt to retrace it in any sort of sequential order might prove futile, but we’ll still give it our best shot. It’s impossible to say if any one event began the downward slide, or if he was predisposed for his fate and his childhood (tortured and morbid as it was) only helped to move things along. It really is impossible to say, since Sasuke appears to have always been an odd child. Like he sprang from the womb with dark obsessions and a macabre sense of humor. Difficult as it may be to answer these questions, let’s present the evidence and see if we can’t reach some educated conclusion.

Let’s start with the argument that the things he endured in childhood is the cause of his current mental instability. Because while Sasuke may have begun life as a strange and unusual child, dark and troubled does not madness make. One cannot ignore the tragic and often gruesome events of his past unless you acknowledge that even if they didn’t cause his insanity, they certainly didn’t improve it.

The death of his parents being a particularly glaring example.

Now you, of course, could argue that the death of anyone’s parents, eccentric and odd or not, would cause them to examine more closely their thoughts on mortality and death, and I would readily agree. But with Sasuke the circumstances are a bit more twisted…

Sasuke lost his parents at age ten. The youngest son of a wealthy and powerful politician, his life had always been a bit volatile and turbulent (which in turned stoked the fires of mental instability no doubt), but it reached a fever pitch the night his father and his mother- deemed guilty by association- were assassinated. Little Sasuke had seen the whole thing unfortunately. And of course it’s worth mentioning, by a cruel twist of fate, this was no ordinary assassination he witnessed. Not for poor, tormented little Sasuke, apparently the fates decided he needed something extra special.

His father had been pushing for reform, which is an often used strategy to get re-elected, but the downside is that it tends to make you a bit unpopular among your peers. So obviously those opposed to his point of view decided he needed to be dealt with in a very specific manner. It was mandatory that he be made an example of. There could be no confusion about what would happen to any of his sympathizers.

And all of this witnessed by poor little impressionable Sasuke. Of course he was not supposed to be home. He wasn’t supposed to witness the horror and depravity, the sheer cruelty the assassins had inflicted. He was supposed to attend a slumber party for the child of one of his father’s friends with his brother. But a belly-ache had kept him home, and the results were beyond what anyone could have imagined.

It wasn’t supposed to have happened that way, the entire event was scripted down to the last detail by those responsible, but the outcome was so much better than what they had planned. The parents were dead, one child witnessed the atrocious act, and the other came home to find his mutilated parents and his traumatized brother. The whole family was ruined, what could be better?

A frightened young Sasuke had crouched, paralyzed in acute terror and agonizing helplessness. The effects of that night would linger with him for the rest of his life. It could be argued that this one act of violence changed everything, stripped him of everything he knew to be true, that it was all too much, intensely overwhelming, and he simply began to shut down.

It was true Sasuke changed that night, but did it make him insane? Surely you can imagine that the horror of it never left him, and neither did the most insignificant of details about what happened.

Like the way his mother’s hair looked when it was sticky with blood, or the expression of outraged horror on his father’s face. What rape looks like. The proper way to tie a noose. The way the knife sounded slicing through their stomachs. His mother’s screams. The smell of death in the air. The grunts of exertion as their bodies were pushed over the railing of the stairs.

The way their intestines looked as they spilled out.

The pattern the blood made.

The assassins’ laughter.

The way they left the bodies dangling there for Itachi to find when he came home.

The doctors had all said that since he’d gone into a catatonic state during the murders that he shouldn’t remember the details, but he did. Certain things never left you no matter how hard you tried to expunge them.

Ok, so I know that you’re sitting there thinking that obviously these traumatic events were the cause of Sasuke’s mental degeneration, and it certainly would appear that on the surface this is a closed case, no further evidence needed. But let us not forget that in this case there is other evidence to be presented that is quite relevant. After hearing it, you may claim that it is merely circumstantial, and it very well may be, but it is certainly worth a look nonetheless.

Sasuke had always been a weird child, quiet and withdrawn beyond mere shyness, even at a young age. He never made friends at school, and wasn’t particularly close with his parents. Even as a toddler he was remarkably independent of his mother and never seemed to go through that phase where he was overly attached to her like most young boys do. Itachi was the only person that Sasuke regularly conversed with and even that was awkward, uncertain and pretty much one-sided. And they certainly never played together. Sasuke didn’t play. He didn’t own toys, he owned books.

To Sasuke’s family, it seemed that he had been born brooding and reclusive and it only became worse once he learned how to read. Obituaries became bedtime stories and news reports of heinous murders were read over breakfast. He devoured the works of Poe and Lovecraft and even some of the Marquis de Sade, but there was an unfortunate event where his mother found out what that book was actually about that resulted in the loss of the treasured volume.

None of which is particularly damning by itself, but when added up (and taking into consideration the amount of time devoted to this behavior) it can definitely be used to ascertain that long before the murder of his parents Sasuke had a pattern of depressed and despondent behavior. Of course, his obsession with death blood and pain would be considered by most to be (at the very least) unhealthy, yet not necessarily indicative of psychosis.

Especially because before the death of his parents his weird interests and obsessions hadn’t yet affected his actions except to make him anti-social. It’s not like he was a budding serial killer torturing animals and jerking off to fantasies of killing people or anything. But he was still young yet, his sexuality hadn’t developed, which is often the final push over the edge for many deranged youths. But then again, that’s a whole other topic; we’ll get to sexuality later.

So you see it’s impossible to know whether or not Sasuke, despite his strangeness, would have continued on simply being strange and misunderstood had he not witnessed the chilling death of his parents. Or perhaps he was already destined for his path long before their deaths and would still have become the person he is today even if his parents were still with him. Maybe it was the combination of both that did him in. It can be argued that neither his penchant for darkness nor the terrible crime singularly affected him; perhaps both events were needed to shape young Sasuke into the person we know and love to dissect.

But there are also those who would argue that Sasuke isn’t crazy at all. So far, all I’ve told you is that Sasuke is mad, not how that madness manifested itself, and while that’s certainly an entertaining topic it’s not something that has any impact on our current topic. Perhaps I’ll share it with you in another discussion, but for the purposes of our argument today we don’t need those details. Because it’s not for us to decide whether or not Sasuke really is crazy or not, just whether or not the events of his life or his actual personality is what precipitated his instability.

So I’m going to assert today that Sasuke really is crazy and we’ll just ignore any arguments to the contrary for right now. Besides the only person besides Sasuke who believes everything Sasuke says is his brother anyway, everyone else thinks he needs to be institutionalized. And that brings up another topic entirely, Sasuke’s brother, there’s definitely plenty of evidence to be analyzed in that respect- Itachi has brought out some of the most insane behavior in Sasuke.

The whole thing began early on, which certainly supports the theory that Sasuke was nuts even as a young child. Itachi had always been the only person that Sasuke had ever felt a connection with. He was the only person in Sasuke’s life who never made comments about how weird or disturbed he was. He was the only person who never appeared to be embarrassed by him. Itachi was the only person who seemed to understand him, and better yet identify with him. It was always Itachi that Sasuke trusted and maybe that’s what led to things being the way they are between them now, but again it’s impossible to know for sure.

I’m sorry are you a bit confused? I started rambling for a minute there, and you don’t have nearly enough information to fill in the blanks yet. Let me attempt to clarify a bit for a minute. I forgot to mention that Sasuke and Itachi were fucking didn’t I? Sorry, I guess that is a vital piece of information for the purposes of this discussion. However I did promise that we’d come back to Sasuke’s sexuality later didn’t I, and now here we are.

I suppose though, that we jumped ahead a bit. Let’s backtrack some and examine Sasuke’s sexuality in its infancy first. Sasuke had always known he didn’t like girls, and in later years that he wasn’t attracted to them sexually. They were loud and obnoxious and for some reason thought he was cool and sexy for being so withdrawn and brooding. Whereas his parents and the other boys in his class misunderstood him on one level and thought he was weird, girls always misunderstood him on another level. They thought he was simply sad and melancholy and that only the power of their love could heal him and make him smile again. What ridiculous romantic drivel, he much preferred to be thought of as weird.

It wasn’t long after he admitted to himself that he was gay, finally putting a name to the feelings that he’d had for as long as he could remember, that he realized he wasn’t attracted to men in general. He was really only attracted to one man, Itachi. Sasuke just couldn’t see himself being physical with someone who didn’t truly understand him, and he knew on some deep inner level that defied rational thought, that Itachi would always be the only person who fully understood him.

So that dear friends, is how Sasuke’s entire sexuality became wrapped up in incestuous thoughts about Itachi. But then of course, Itachi being Itachi, never made it any easier on poor Sasuke. Walking around their house in only his boxers, touching Sasuke in ways slightly more suggestive than most brothers would, and giving him heated looks that were supposed to appear angry but always made Sasuke think of sex. It could be said that even back then, when Sasuke was still finding himself, that Itachi may have already been attracted to his brother as well. But that’s more information than this narrator has.

Now before we go much further, let me just be certain that you’re not misunderstanding me on something very key. I hope I didn’t assume that the whole incest thing is what I think makes Sasuke crazy, because fucking your brother in and of itself does not make you crazy. At the very least it’s kinky, and to some it’s a disturbing taboo or downright disgusting, but whatever your opinion on it, it doesn’t necessarily classify you as insane. It certainly doesn’t help matters, especially in Sasuke’s case, but I personally feel (and I for one think that both brothers would agree) that sex was just the next logical step for their relationship regardless of the mental health of either participant.

Their relationship was definitely a strange one, difficult to understand by anyone on the outside looking in. There was love there, both brotherly and romantic, but there was also obsession, domination, cruelty, and possession and all of it was kissed (or more like obscenely tongued) with a touch of madness (because I never said that Itachi was all there in the head either.)

And god help them, but as if screwing your brother wasn’t kinky enough, they both felt compelled to add other kinks to the mix. The list of what they dabbled in (and often more than dabbled) was quite long, and they both had a few that were more than a bit on the deranged side. But one of Sasuke’s fetishes stood out among the rest, especially in light of the fact that it was the one that turned him on the most.

It had all started before he and Itachi had even started screwing. Sasuke had gone out to the hot tub in the backyard to masturbate, as he’d gotten in the habit of doing lately. He loved the way the warm water surrounded him and caressed his skin, he loved the way that when he breathed in a bit of the steam he would get a little light-headed, and sometimes he would sit on top one of the jets and let the warm water push at his eager hole while he stroked himself and imagined Itachi fucking him ruthlessly.

So he sank down into the water, already half-hard and let pictures of his brother stir behind his eyelids. He removed his swim trunks and began stroking, losing himself in the fantasy. He was so far gone that he never heard Itachi walk up behind him. He didn’t sense his brother’s presence until after it was far too late, and so just as the pleasure was mounting and building, Itachi reached down and pushed Sasuke under the water.

It was a cruel joke to be sure, with the desired effect probably being to have Sasuke come up sputtering for air and effectively ending his ‘alone time.’ But the actual result was something quite different. In his sudden panic, Sasuke forgot that all he had to do was stand up, and instead opened his mouth to cry out in alarm letting in lungfuls of hot water.

As soon as the water invaded his body, Sasuke stopped fighting it. His hand was still on his pulsing prick, and he continued to stroke and gulp down more water. He felt like he was drowning, and it just turned him on more and made him stroke faster. And what’s more is that he knew Itachi had done this, and the fact that he was suffering in some way for Itachi’s pleasure or amusement was the final thought that pushed him over the edge and made him blow his load into the swirling water as his vision blurred and blackened around the edges from the lack of oxygen. As his orgasm ripped through him, he blacked out feeling nothing but total bliss.

Itachi had fished him out of the hot tub before he had actually drowned, but the real damage had already been done. That orgasm had been beyond what Sasuke had ever imagined, and a kink was born. Sasuke would forever link drowning to sex. Much like he would forever link Itachi to desire and need.

After that day, Sasuke moved his masturbation to the bathtub, where he would get himself close to coming and then lie back under the water and breathe in a few mouthfuls as he shot off into his hand. And then he and Itachi started having sex and the need for masturbation lessened. But the obsession was still there. Sasuke still felt the need to submerge himself in the tub to find release from time to time.

At first he was too embarrassed to share any of his kinks, and this one in particular, with Itachi. His brother had always understood everything about him before, what if he didn’t understand this; the rejection would kill Sasuke. But the older Uchiha had finally managed to pry it out of his baby brother, and the knowledge that asphyxiation- more accurately, drowning- turned Sasuke on was what had led to the next incident.

They’d started fooling around in the pool. Kissing and licking exposed skin and rubbing against each other while sitting on the concrete steps. Eventually Itachi had reached into Sasuke’s swim trunks and began stroking the hardness he found there until Sasuke was breathless and trembling with need. Itachi had then pulled him up and made him kneel on the steps.

Positioning himself behind his brother, Itachi discarded his own swim trunks and roughly entered him. As he savagely fucked Sasuke, he would push his head under water for a few moments before pulling it up again long enough for his brother to gulp down enough precious oxygen to keep from passing out before he would shove his head down again. His face was underwater and he was swallowing mouthfuls of the heavily chlorinated water when he came hard and milked Itachi’s orgasm from him.

And that, my curious little readers, is a brief explanation on Sasuke’s sexuality- the final piece in our challenging little puzzle. So what do you think? Was Sasuke born crazy, or did he become that way at some point during his terrible childhood? Still unable to make an educated decision? I thought so…


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Sasuke lay in his bed, clad only in his boxers, luxuriating in the feel of his satin sheets on his flushed skin. Itachi had taught him to be quite a little hedonist. His older brother was always commenting on how sensitive and responsive he was, and Sasuke himself was beginning to think he was right.

And speaking of his brother…Sasuke was horny. He’d hoped they’d have sex as soon as Itachi had gotten home. It had kind of become a routine for the two of them. Sasuke would get home from high school about an hour or so before his brother would get home from his classes at the local university and they would at the very least fool around a bit before Itachi left for his job at a nightclub downtown.

But today Itachi had come in and told Sasuke that he had things to do and that he needed some time alone. And now Sasuke was lying here frustrated, wound-up and unsure. Should he just take care of the problem himself, or wait to see if Itachi could make time for him later. He didn’t know and the truth was, he really didn’t want to relieve himself anyway. He wanted Itachi damnit!

But he just couldn’t help himself, he was so fucking hard. Maybe he could go find Itachi and seduce him. Sasuke felt pretty confident that if he walked into Itachi’s room, stripped, bent over and spread his ass, all while begging to be fucked, that Itachi would cave in. Although that plan was a risky one, because his brother had more willpower than anyone he’d ever met, it was possible he would still say no.

And even if he did give in, whatever he was working on was undoubtedly very important if Itachi was willing to give up defiling his little brother over it, what if his brother got really pissed at Sasuke for disturbing him?

All in all, the entire situation just pissed Sasuke off. It was one of those damned if you do, damned if you don’t things. Arg…was it so wrong for him to want hot, sweaty man-sex on a daily basis?

Sasuke was still debating what to do, never noticing the fact that his hand was already stroking his cock through his boxers, which sort of made the choice for him. He supposed he just finish himself. If Itachi was going to fuck him today he’d have done so already, and since he hadn’t Sasuke was forced to assume that he wasn’t going to.

All of a sudden, the door to his room was thrown open. God, just the sight of Itachi was almost enough to make Sasuke come. He was standing in the doorway looking like sex incarnate and Sasuke went from wanting him to needing him, like right fucking now.

He didn’t know what Itachi wanted, but he’d do anything to get his brother to fuck him. The feeling of helpless adoration that always overtook him when he was around Itachi washed over him yet again and he knew that without a doubt Itachi owned him. Anything his brother wanted from him he could have.

But Sasuke needed too, his brother could take anything he wanted form him, as long as Itachi gave him the release he needed so desperately.

“Please Itachi,” Sasuke whimpered out while pressing his palm over his pulsing erection.

Itachi’s wicked smirk just intensified at the plea, and while Sasuke should have been concerned at the cruelty that shone in his eyes, at the moment he didn’t care. All he knew was that look meant sex.

“On your knees my slutty little Sasuke.” Itachi purred from the doorway.

Sasuke scrambled to obey the order, well scrambled for Sasuke, despite his haste he still maintained all of his customary grace as he slid down off his bed and to the floor. They’d played this game enough times that the younger Uchiha knew to put his hands behind his back and keep his head down. It was only after Sasuke had assumed this position that Itachi finally pushed himself off the doorjamb he was leaning against and made his way toward his kneeling brother.

“Naughty, naughty little Sasuke. How many times have I told you that your cock belongs to me? You just couldn’t keep your hands off of it could you? But I guess I will forgive you Brother, since you’re so damned pretty.” Itachi told him as he circled around him.

Stopping directly in front of Sasuke he continued, “since you can’t keep your hands where they belong, I’ll just have to bind them. Grab your elbows Sasuke.”

Sasuke did as he was told all the while watching as Itachi pulled his metal studded belt out of his belt loops. Itachi then stepped around behind him and knelt down in order to strap his forearms together. The leather was wrapped around Sasuke’s arms a few times before pulling the end through the buckle and pulling it tight. Sasuke noticed that his brother was careful to make sure only the inside of the belt touched his skin so that the metal pyramids didn’t dig into his sensitive flesh. It was the little things that Itachi did that let Sasuke know how much his brother cared for him.

When Itachi was satisfied with his handiwork, he stood up and again came to rest in front of Sasuke. Sasuke noticed that even with his eyes downcast, he could still see that Itachi’s baggy, ripped jeans had sagged a bit since he’d removed his belt and he could see a bit of the pale skin he loved so much peeking out beneath the bottom of his black band t-shirt. The urge to lick that skin hit him full force and he was glad he was already on his knees.

The older Uchiha reached out and grabbed a handful of Sasuke’s hair and used it to pull his head backwards. Itachi watched with great interest as Sasuke’s pupils dilated with pleasure and he attempted to bite off a moan and was only mostly successful. God his baby brother was just so fucking edible sometimes.

“That’s what I like best about you Sasuke, you’re so fucking slutty, always willing to let me do whatever I want to you. You’re such a good little fuck-toy.”

Sasuke had opened his mouth and started panting by the time Itachi had finished speaking. Itachi was always amused at the way his brother responded to the word fuck-toy (or fuck-hole, Sasuke liked that one too, and they were pretty much interchangeable to Itachi,) it always made the younger boy hot, which in turn really got Itachi going as well.

“Now follow me, you slutty little thing, you.” Itachi said and began walking toward Sasuke’s bathroom, never letting go of Sasuke’s hair. Sasuke was forced to follow along on his knees as quickly as he could as his brother pulled him along. His first instinct was to crawl, but as he tried to go down on all fours, all he succeeded in doing was pulling at the bindings on his arms and finding out that Itachi’s hold wouldn’t let him go that far. So he hobbled along behind his brother wondering just what sort of pleasurable pain Itachi had in store for him.

When they got inside the bathroom Itachi stopped and abruptly let go. He walked backwards a few steps and then stopped. Wordlessly, Itachi bent over and started removing his own boots. Sasuke tried not to whimper pitifully as his brother fiddled with the laces. Oh god, Itachi was fucking stripping for him. Well, technically his brother didn’t strip, he didn’t put on a show- gyrating and giving coy stares like Sasuke was known to do- he didn’t try to be incredibly sexual when he undressed. But of course he didn’t have to try, everything his brother did was sexy, and it didn’t help that Sasuke was ridiculously obsessed with the older Uchiha’s body. Seeing it revealed in any fashion was better than whatever show even the most trained of strippers could provide.

With shoes and socks removed, Itachi then went for his shirt. He pulled it off without hesitation and with no flair, but it still made Sasuke suck in a hissing breath. He didn’t think he’d ever get tired of seeing his brother half-naked (all-naked was definitely preferable, but half-naked was absolutely fucking sexy too.)

Itachi had a thing for piercings, and Sasuke was now sporting several of his own, but Itachi’s were so much sexier. He had each nipple pierced twice so that the barbells crossed and made little x’s and he had clavicle piercings on both sides. Combined with the tattoo of a black scorpion on his left pectoral and the baggy jeans Sasuke loved so much riding low on his hips, he painted a very sexy picture indeed.

His brother didn’t give Sasuke much time to appreciate the view though, but Sasuke wasn’t going to complain because now Itachi was pushing off his jeans and stepping out of the puddle of denim to stand gloriously nude in front of him.

Itachi had the most beautiful cock Sasuke could imagine. Long and thick, it had taken Sasuke almost a full year to get used to its girth and even now, three years after their first time together, it still burned like hell when his brother entered him. But that wasn’t the best part, Sasuke had seen big dicks before and hadn’t been overly impressed. What made Itachi’s cock special was the tattoo and the piercings. There was a frenum ladder on the underside of the shaft, and on the head, done in black ink was the Japanese kanji for love. It was the single hottest thing Sasuke had ever seen. Staring at it now was making him crazy. He wanted to taste it, lick it, suck it, worship it with his mouth.

But instead he was kneeling on the cold tile floor with his hands bound behind his back waiting for Itachi to let him do something. God, he hoped Itachi let him do something soon. He was so turned on he was leaking like a fucking faucet and staring at Itachi naked was threatening to send him over the edge, and that wouldn’t be good, coming before his brother had even touched him. That was sure to piss Itachi off.

Sasuke wanted Itachi to finally cross the distance between them and touch him, but instead his brother reached behind him and pulled his hair tie out. Itachi’s hair should not have turned Sasuke on so much, it was just like his own except longer, but when his brother took his hair down Sasuke had to think about the time he’d accidentally seen Sakura Haruno naked to keep from shooting his load in his boxers. Itachi shook out the long tresses and then moved toward Sasuke like a tiger toward a gazelle.

Still not speaking, he grabbed Sasuke by the hair again and pulled him into the shower. Itachi had never led his brother around by the hair before, but Sasuke was definitely going to add it to the list of things he’d let Itachi do to him anytime, anywhere.

“My slutty little Sasuke, always so willing to play my games. This one’s for you,” Itachi whispered and leaned down to lick the outer shell of Sasuke’s ear before biting down hard on the lobe.

With that Itachi reached over Sasuke to turn on the shower. A few quick adjustments had the spray hitting Sasuke directly on his forehead and then running down his face. Sasuke opened his mouth and let the warm water fill it, loving the way that the pressure was strong enough that he could still breathe, but just barely. Now if Itachi would just bring his gorgeous cock over here this would be perfect.

“You like that don’t you my little fuck-hole? What a kinky little brother I have. Do you want to suck my cock slut?” Itachi crooned.

“Yes Please.” Sasuke whimpered pitifully unable to do much else in his highly aroused state.

Itachi chuckled darkly then said, “that’s my polite little boy. Such a good little whore you are. Ok then, I guess you’ve earned it.”

Itachi reached out and grabbed a hold to Sasuke’s hair yet again and guided the head of his prick to Sasuke’s open lips. With Itachi restricting his movements like that, Sasuke wasn’t able to do much more than lick the head as his brother stroked the shaft, but he threw everything he had into it. He knew from experience if he pleased Itachi with this, then the older Uchiha would soon be fucking his face like he wanted. So he alternated flicking his tongue on the sensitive ridge of flesh on the underside of the head where Itachi’s first piercing was and then swirling the wet appendage over the entire head.

He may have only had the head between his lips, but Sasuke was thoroughly enjoying himself. With his brother’s cock in his mouth and the water still running over his face, both obscuring his vision and hampering his breathing, he was in heaven. The taste of Itachi combined with the water was also driving him crazy. Sasuke didn’t think he would last much longer, especially not with the way his boxers had become saturated and were now rubbing against his throbbing dick.

Itachi removed his hand from his shaft after a few minutes and used his hold in hi brother’s hair to hold Sasuke’s head still, then he slowly forced the entire length of his cock down his brother’s throat. When Sasuke’s nose was buried in his pubes, he held still and enjoyed the feel of the hot, velvet mouth around him until the younger Uchiha began to choke. He pulled out until only the head of his penis remained between his lips long enough for Sasuke to recover a bit, and then began to repeat the process.

Sasuke delighted in the feel of each barbell passing over his lips, stretching him even wider as he took Itachi down to the hilt. When his brother was fully seated again, Sasuke moaned in bliss. He couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t see, he couldn’t think. All he knew was Itachi and pleasure and it felt fantastic.

A few times all the way down, and then Itachi was pulling back again, leaving Sasuke feeling empty and needy. But he wasn’t gone long. He only pulled away enough to lift up his shaft and guide his sack to Sasuke’s hungry mouth. Sasuke eagerly latched on to the hairless velvety pouch and began licking and sucking earnestly. Itachi almost doubled over with the intense pleasure, but maintained his control through sheer force of will.

Itachi had easily fallen into the dominant role in this game, as he did for all the other games he and Sasuke played, without thought. But this game was supposed to be about Sasuke, so Itachi released his grip on Sasuke’s hair and let go of his shaft to let his brother do whatever he wanted.

Sasuke took Itachi’s invitation immediately. He practically attacked the elder’s erection, swallowing it down to the root just to feel the delicious breathlessness again. It was fucking blissful. He contracted his throat a few times and he heard Itachi moan darkly above him. The sound electrified Sasuke and he decided he wanted to hear much more of that sound before he was through.

He pulled back a little, slurping wetly, and began to use the whole of his knowledge to please his brother. He rolled his tongue using the bead on his tongue ring to heighten the pleasure. He would focus only on the tip for a few moments before swallowing his treat whole again. He switched between teasing little licks and heavy suction which hallowed his cheeks and every now and then he would throw in a light press of teeth just for fun.

Itachi was moaning almost continuously now and Sasuke figured he had had enough fun, it was time to finish this thing. He pulled back teasingly and let Itachi’s member fall freely from his mouth and looked up at his brother with his sexiest expression.

“Please Itachi,” was all he said, but it was all that was needed. As soon as he’d voiced the plea his brother had taken a hold of his head in both hands and forced his cock back into Sasuke’s mouth. They both moaned at the feel of it. Itachi’s thrusts were quick and powerful, they were both so far gone now. Every time he hit the back of Sasuke’s throat the younger Uchiha felt the familiar sense of drowning and he loved it.

Sasuke’s orgasm ripped through him. Hands tied, cock untouched, he creamed in his boxers with a mouthful of Itachi’s cock. A small tremor was the only outward sign he gave that he’d come, but Itachi knew that he had anyway. God his Sasuke was so beautiful, and all his. And now it was time to claim him as such again. And with that final thought, Itachi came into his brother’s waiting mouth, who sighed contentedly as he drank Itachi’s essence down.

Afterward he carefully removed the belt from Sasuke’s arms, it would be ruined since the metal studs were likely to rust, but it had been well worth it. He pulled his limp and exhausted brother from the shower and wrapped him in a towel before carrying him to his bedroom. There he stripped him of his wet boxers and then put him in the bed and tucked him in.

“Get some rest Sasuke, I’ll be leaving for work shortly.” And then he left Sasuke lying there in the darkness without another word. Sasuke loved the darkness- it reminded him of the way it felt to drown and choke on his obsession with Itachi.