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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Naruto
  Relationship:
      Uchiha_Itachi/Uchiha_Madara, Uchiha_Itachi/Uchiha_Sasuke
  Character:
      Uchiha_Sasuke, Uchiha_Itachi, Uchiha_Madara
  Additional Tags:
      Anal_Sex, Anal_Fingering, Sibling_Incest, Shota, Deception, Large_Cock,
      Sneaking_Out, Skinny_Dipping, Oral_Sex, Molestation
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-07-13 Words: 8236
****** A Question of Loyalty ******
by kakashizgirl
Summary
     This was written at a time when the true events surrounding the
     Uchiha Clan Massacre had not been revealed. Therefore it's not true
     to canon, so read it for enjoyment, and slightly AU. It's not meant
     to be an accurate depiction of events. ^^;
Itachi breathed a deep breath and hurled the shuriken at Kakashi from his
hidden location in the tall oak tree. His fellow ANBU captain easily countered
the attack with his kunai making a loud clink and knocking the shuriken out of
its path.
“Godammit!” Itachi groaned under his breath.
He was frustrated and annoyed by the number of attacks the silver haired jounin
had been able to thwart that day. He forced himself immediately back to
calmness. His forte was lack of emotion and he prided himself on it. He was
fourteen and had been an ANBU team leader himself for almost a year now.
He and Kakashi often took evenings like this to train alone together in the
deserted northern training grounds. Kakashi was six years older than him, and
oddly the only warrior in Konoha who could hold a candle to his abilities.
Itachi ‘liked’ Kakashi well enough, but the fact that the man had received the
Sharingan, the ancient Uchiha bloodline limit as a questionable ‘gift’ from a
dying Uchiha tended to rub Itachi the wrong way.
Itachi jumped out of the towering oak and landed with a soft grunt on the
ground in front of Kakashi. The sun was ebbing away in the west, the last few
rays of dying pink light bathed the forest and the masked ninja’s features in a
nearly ethereal glow.
“I’ve got to go, Kakashi-sempai. Sorry to cut it short today.”
“Ah… it’s not a problem. I was actually looking forward to turning in early
tonight myself…” the older jounin shoved his kunai back into his pouch and
dusted his hands on his black uniform pants. “You’ve been disappearing an awful
lot lately, Itachi-kun. Is everything alright?” Kakashi asked suspiciously.
“Hai… everything’s perfect. It’s just that I promised my otouto I would read
him a story before I tucked him in tonight. That’s all…” the dark haired Uchiha
lied with a straight face.
“Mmm… I understand,” the copy ninja smiled genuinely beneath the dark fabric of
his ever-present mask. “I’ll see you tomorrow then.”
“Hai.” Itachi nodded to the legendary White Fang’s only son who disappeared
straightaway in a puff of smoke.
Itachi made his way back to the Uchiha compound in haste, letting himself in.
He noticed that his mother had left him a plate of dinner in the kitchen. He
often missed dinner, but his parents seemed to neither care nor fret over it…
as long as he was training and becoming a stronger shinobi, they literally
could have cared less what else he was doing.
The house was quiet. Mother and father had likely retired to their bedroom to
do the things that ‘married people did’. Sasuke was likely in his own bedroom
playing. He smirked to himself; this was perfect. He would be able to slip in
and slip out without anyone in his family being the wiser.
He sat down at on a mat at the dining room table and ate his lukewarm chicken
and rice in silence. He sipped at the mild white tea his mother had brewed and
smiled when he recognized the flavor of roses. He closed his eyes and let his
mind wander, a simple pleasure that he rarely was allowed to engage in.
His mind quickly embraced thoughts of a tall dark haired stranger with
exquisitely unique eyes, and strong skillful hands. Hands that touched him and
made him feel unlike anyone could ever make someone like him feel. He was an
Uchiha. He was unmatched in Konoha… he was a phenomenon. And to be touched by
another man… and the fact that he could get lost in those sensations showed
that he truly had a weakness. As blasphemous as it was, Uchiha Itachi had a
weakness.
He was propelled from his thoughts at the sound of tiny feet scuffling along
the long hallway headed for the kitchen. Then two shiny bright adorable eyes
appeared set sweetly on that angelic face framed softly with black spiky hair.
“Nii-san…” the angel smiled at him and Itachi’s heart became liquid in his
chest. So it was true, he had two weaknesses. And his other weakness was now
staring at him expectantly from across the kitchen.
“Hai, otouto. What are you doing?”
“Seeing if you were home. I missed you at dinner tonight…” Sasuke’s voice
trailed off as he made his way, padding softly across the kitchen floor to sit
down beside his beloved aniki.
“I’m sorry otouto. Kakashi-senpai and I were training… it’s important to train
whenever you have the chance, Sasuke. You know that.”
“Hai. It’s just that…” Sasuke stammered slightly and paused, looking down and
fiddling with his fingers. “… it’s just that you’ve been gone so much lately,
niichan. I just miss you… that’s all.”
Itachi reached out and gently placed two fingertips against the skin on
Sasuke’s pale forehead, grinning as he watched the soulful expressive eyes roll
up and cross trying to focus on his brother’s fingers as they pressed him
lightly backward.
“Foolish otouto…” he laughed softly as Sasuke’s facial expression changed from
vexed to relieved. It was as if Sasuke craved Itachi’s attention more so than
anyone else. He chased him, followed him… worshipped him. There were times when
Itachi enjoyed the attention… and times when it simply was a nuisance. But his
feelings for Sasuke were genuine and powerful and often confused him as to why
they were as strong as they were… why his heart skipped a beat when Sasuke
would look up at him with the highest level of regard, respect and admiration.
The child’s favorite phrase resounded in his head over and over again, ‘when I
get big, I want to be just like Itachi.’
Itachi smiled and continued to eat in silence with Sasuke ogling him from his
close proximity. He sat quietly for a moment, but Itachi knew it wouldn’t last.
“Are you leaving again tonight, nii-san?”
“Why?”
“I was just wondering… I was hoping you would stay with me tonight. … that
maybe we could play shoji or something together.”
“I’ll tell you what Sasuke. I’ll make you a promise. If you’ll not make a fuss
about me leaving, I promise to spend the entire day with you on Sunday. We’ll
go fishing… just us okay?”
“All day, on Sunday?” Sasuke’s eyes widened in excitement. The prospect of
having Itachi all to himself for an entire day was something that sounded like
heaven and made his tiny heart beat wildly in his chest. He smiled and clapped
his hands together rejoicing at the thought. “Oh, aniki! That would make me so
happy!” the boy gushed, his cheeks flushing an endearing shade of pink as his
emotions carried him away.
“For now, would you like for me to tuck you in?”
“Hai, please, aniki,” Sasuke nodded vigorously.
“Okay. You run along upstairs and get your pajamas on and I’ll be up in just a
bit to tell you goodnight, alright?”
“Okay, Itachi-nii!” And Sasuke’s tiny arms were wrapped around his brother’s
waist tightly bear-hugging him with so much love and so much positive energy,
Itachi couldn’t help but smile… something that few rarely saw. Few that was
except for Sasuke.
~ ~ ~
Itachi pulled the quilts up and tucked them gently under Sasuke’s small body.
“There. Snug as a bug,” Itachi’s words were hushed and meant only for his
otouto to hear. He looked down at the dark hair spilling softly against the
pillow; looked into the eyes that trusted him and loved him beyond measure;
looked into the eyes that he himself loved above all others.
There was a special magic that only the two of them shared, and no one else was
allowed into their world. A bond that no one else could ever know. No one.
Itachi leaned in after lovingly pushing the long black bangs away from the
smooth tiny forehead and kissed his baby brother ever so gently. He smiled at
the way Sasuke’s cheeks tinged pink each time he touched him or kissed him or
spoke in a certain way to him. Telltale signs of what the boy was feeling,
emotions rolling through his tiny body and mind… Itachi knew. Somehow Itachi
knew.
He breathed against Sasuke’s forehead and lingered there for a moment,
breathing in the smell of innocence. Then he slid slowly down the small face
and placed his lips gently against Sasuke’s smaller mouth. The kiss began as
chaste and as normal as any kiss between brothers might have been, but Itachi
felt small hands sliding around his neck and grasping into his hair in the
back, pulling him in harder, closer… softly begging for more.
His own hands gripped the wispy black spikes, his head tilted for better access
and he felt the tiny mouth against his part, welcoming in his tongue. A slight
moan hummed in Sasuke’s throat as he clumsily kissed his older brother in a way
that brothers were never meant to kiss one another. And when Itachi pulled
back, Sasuke was breathless, his face a deep rosy hue, his eyelashes fluttering
against his cheeks.
“Onii-chan…”
Itachi smiled quietly down at him, inky bangs falling in a curtain on both
sides of his exquisitely beautiful face, studying the young boy.
“Do you like to kiss me like that, otouto?”
Sasuke nodded vigorously, embarrassed to admit that he liked kissing his
brother in a way that was so forbidden.
“It’s alright, Sasuke. This can be our secret, okay? You don’t tell anyone, and
I won’t tell either. It will be just between us… it will beour special secret.”
More vigorous nodding.
“I love you, otouto.”
“I love you too, aniki.”
“I’ll be back before morning, ne? Don’t tell mother and father that I’m
leaving. I’m putting some pillows under my quilt so they won’t know if they
look in on me, and I need for you to keep my secret for me, okay? If you’ll
keep my secret… then I’ll keep our secret… is that a deal?”
“Okay, aniki. Please be careful.”
“I promise, otouto.”
~ ~ ~
The warm night air felt sultry and inviting against Itachi’s skin as he leapt
from his upstairs bedroom window and landed in the courtyard below. He headed
through the woods behind his house and out past the Uchiha family cemetery,
further and further he ran, and as the forest became denser and denser, he took
to the trees.
Less than two kilometers north of the Uchiha compound was a hidden cave beneath
a tremendously large root system of a giant cedar tree. He located the cave
with ease, located the powerful dark chakra that radiated softly but distinctly
from inside the grotto, and came to a stop in front of the entrance.
He smoothed his hair down and dusted off his black pants anticipating what he
would find inside the cave. Ducking inside, the cave was dimly lit with torches
burning along the walls. His footfalls echoed on the hard floor as he made his
way down a hallway of sorts and turned left into one of the major ‘rooms’ of
the cave.
“Mmm… I’ve been waiting for you,” a deep sexy voice droned from out of the
shadows, and Itachi felt hot breath against his ear and a warm wet tongue
teasing at his earlobe and neck.
Itachi turned into the embrace of the man known as Madara Uchiha, surrendering
to his hungry, needy touches. His mouth was like fire on Itachi’s neck, nipping
and groaning, tasting the pale skin that belonged to the flesh and blood of his
very own distant relative.
He had returned to this secret hideout, night after night to let this man touch
him and fill him. He was obsessed with this man. The man had seemingly appeared
out of nowhere. And yet he was progenitor of the great Uchiha clan and
possessor of the eternal Mangekyou Sharingan. Furthermore, it seemed that he
had uncovered the secret of immortality, and that had bewitched Itachi in a way
that he could have never dreamed possible.
“I want you to take me…” Itachi whispered against Madara’s ear, lacing his
fingers through the much taller man’s long black hair and pressing himself
against his hard muscular body. He sighed a soft sexy sigh that was completely
out of character for him, hinting at the effect that the older man’s rocklike
length against him had on his ever weakening resolve.
When he was with Madara, he was like clay in the hands of a potter. His will
was bent so easily at Madara’s word. The man had shown him so many unfathomable
secrets of the clan. Things that Itachi might have never learned, might have
never had any opportunity to ascertain. Madara showed him; he didn’t just talk
of things… he showed him, taught him, imparted to him and gave him revelation
of so much… too much.
He had begun to hint at the necessary means to awaken the Mangekyou Sharingan
in Itachi’s eyes. He had spoken of murder and death as if it were child’s play.
Killing was, in fact, something that shinobi were forced to be more than
willing to do… even quick to do, but to murder a friend…
But Madara had explained it away as power being the only thing that mattered in
this life. Power and gratification of one’s flesh, and the latter was something
that Itachi had figured out quickly that Madara was a master at. The man… his
own flesh and blood played his body like a fine instrument. They moved together
in matchless harmony, like a single cell organism… each fulfilling the other’s
deepest carnal desires.
The firelight glinted in the Madara’s blood-red Sharingan irises as he looked
down at the boy he had waited decades for. He gently pushed the raven bangs
behind one ear, revealing more of the exotically beautiful face of ‘his’
prodigy, stroking a thumb along a pouty upper lip.
“How can I resist you, Itachi?” he murmured. “You could ask me for the world
and I would hand it to you on a gold platter… and you simply ask me for the one
thing that I too desire more than anything… to feel your beautiful body against
me,” he leaned in and softly, tenderly kissed the teen’s lips, their tongues
brushing lightly before he continued… “your perfect… adorable… ass… against my
cock…” he kissed Itachi again with more tongue this time, breathing hotly
against his face, so close, so very close… “sliding… nnnh… up and down… up… and
down.”
The man teased Itachi, causing his arousal to resonate sweetly through his
body, wanting to feel the man in him again. Each time Madara penetrated him,
Itachi’s entire body felt like it was being consumed with fire, burning with
lust, needing for the man to take him over and over again. The more violent
their sex was, the more Madara seemed to like it, and the more hungry Itachi
became.
He could feel the man’s dexterous hands gripping the hem of his shirt and
pulling it fluidly over his head, undressing him, revealing his perfect young
shinobi body, flawless… scarless… and his mouth was on one of Itachi’s nipples,
biting it hard, making the teen cry out at the pain, moaning at the pleasure
that followed as Madara’s tongue soothed the hardened aching peak. The older
man’s hand twisted and painfully squeezed its twin while his other hand
massaged Itachi’s swelling cock, rubbing and gripping it deliciously as the boy
arched against him.
And then Itachi was swept up into the powerful arms of the man and taken to the
place where he had experienced wild untamed pleasure night after hot and sultry
night… Madara’s bed.
He laid him carefully, almost tenderly down on the black mattress on the cave
floor, quickly ridding Itachi’s lower body of his garments revealing the lower
half of him. Itachi watched with a slight smirk as Madara’s eyes hungrily took
in every inch of the body that was presented to him--his for the taking.
His eyes scanned the fleshly container of precious Uchiha blood and deemed that
Itachi was truly the most beautifully perfect specimen the clan had ever bore.
His silky dark flowing locks fell across his shoulders, very nearly the same
color as the onyx bedding that spread beneath him. His mysterious depthless
eyes, coal black as well, until they bled red with the Sharingan whether in the
heights of passion or in the very depths of depravity, framed softly with long
thick lashes the color of midnight. The lines beneath them only seemed to add a
certain hint of sadness to the face of perfection that Madara found entirely
too sexy; and the soft sensual mouth with pink lips, tenderly swollen from
kissing, that Madara had watched so many times slip down around his cock and
pleasure him beyond the realm of his imagination.
He eyes continued their downward trek. Past the perfectly tender pink nipples,
smooth tautly muscled arms and chest, over the sinuously rippled stomach, past
the sexy dipped navel and to Itachi’s young teenaged cock, lying hotly engorged
against his body, weeping slightly from the blushing tip, the fine scant black
hair framing the thick shaft that connected seamlessly with large lusciously
smooth balls, begging to be fondled and touched.
“Itachi… you take my breath away,” Madara reached down to coax the boy’s legs
wide apart, kneeling between them, leaning in to suckle at one of the tendons
that projected perfectly from Itachi’s spread inner thighs. His hands quickly
found Itachi’s heated pleasure center, stroking the thickness of his shaft,
squeezing his balls deliciously before sliding one into the warm wet recesses
of his mouth, sucking and rolling it gently.
“Nnnh… Madara…” Itachi moaned softly, gripping at the black silken hair,
tossing his head back as the man continued to devour his cock and balls with a
mouth too adept for words.
“Mmmn. Itachi you taste so good. I want to eat you alive,” the man groaned,
sliding a saliva-slick finger into the boy’s ass, thrusting and wiggling it
deep inside him, adding another quickly, giving in easily to Itachi’s pants and
whimpers for more.
Madara trailed a tongue of hot wet fire down the skin around the side of his
cock, circling the skin around and under his balls and down to his ass. He
laved Itachi’s hole with more saliva, sliding a third finger inside his tight
body in the process, attempting to stretch him as much as possible to make room
for his tremendously large length.
Madara had learned some time ago that no matter how much he stretched Itachi
with his fingers, his cock always found a wonderfully tight fit. It was like
trying to put on a glove that was a size too small. It would fit eventually,
just not easily, and the feeling all but overwhelmed the maker of the Uchiha
clan. He had never been with anyone like Itachi. Beautiful and perfect, a
seasoned warrior at the tender age of fourteen. He was far beyond his years in
wisdom and knowledge, but his body was that of a youth. Perfectly soft
unblemished skin, a face that was feminine and exotically pretty, and he was
about to make all of Madara’s long time dreams come true.
~ ~ ~
“Madara… it hurts. I love it when it hurts. Fuck me… harder.”
Itachi was on all fours on Madara’s bed, the much larger man pounding into him
relentlessly, hips smacking deliciously against ass, balls slapping against
balls, each time he buried his length harder into the teenaged boy.
Itachi threw his head back crying out loudly as the older man reached around to
tug at his aching cock, continuing to grip one hip for leverage. He emptied his
seed deep within Itachi’s quivering body, groaning as his thrusts slowed, and
he pulled out to watch the seed run from the boy’s upturned ass.
If only these acts could impregnate Itachi with the secrets he needed to share
with him. If only this could accomplish all that he needed to teach Itachi, if
somehow it could magically transfer from one vessel to the other. But it was
not that easy; never that easy. These things took time, and Itachi had been
teased under his wings with the promise of things eternal. Secrets and
mysteries were the temptations. Strength and power were the enticements.
~ ~ ~
They lay together, two bodies intertwined as one flesh, a lover‘s sanctuary.
Madara fingered at Itachi’s long hair, curling it gently around his finger and
then releasing it again as they whispered quiet thoughts, words shared only
between the two of them.
And without ceremony or showiness or pageantry that surrounded such things,
Madara whispered to Itachi the instructions of how to activate his Mangekyou.
~ ~ ~
Sasuke didn’t understand why Itachi was acting so very unusual. He seemed to be
in a state of disconnection with the rest of the world. When Itachi had shown
up earlier than usual, at midnight rather than three or four in the morning, he
found Sasuke curled in his bed like a tiny kitten.
He didn’t have the energy to wake him and field the million questions his
otouto would have regarding his evening.
“Why are your clothes wet, aniki?” and “Why do your eyes look different?” and
“What did you and Shisui do tonight when you left the compound together?”
Itachi peeled his wet clothes off with a heavy sigh. His heart felt sick in his
chest. He couldn’t believe what he had just done. He had murdered his cousin
and best friend.
He had held his head under the water as Madara watched, whispering words of
affirmation and confirmation of the sickening act he was committing.
Madara had given him every believable reason why it was of such importance for
him to activate the Mangekyou; had explained to him that he was on a journey,
and that this was simply one of many steps that he would need to take to
eventually unleash the Eternal Mangekyou Sharingan.
The man had remained secretive about what he would ultimately have to
accomplish in order to receive this unsurpassed bloodline limit, but for
reasons Itachi couldn’t quite put his finger on, he trusted the man. He
believed his words and had faith in him. Even as sick as this was, this was
right, he thought as his strong arms gripped and held Shisui under the current
of the river… held him there until terrified eyes slid closed and all
resistance ceased.
~ ~ ~
He slid into the warmth of his bed, snuggling the little raven haired angel
warming him a soft place under the quilts. Sasuke was a rare piece of heaven in
the hellish shinobi world that he inhabited. Murder, fighting, pain and hurt
were everyday occurrences and Sasuke was his refuge.
The small body molded easily against his as it always did, so sweet, so gentle,
so trusting in all things. Tender breath fanned across his face like the brush
of angel’s wings against his skin. He closed his eyes and held Sasuke tight.
This was true love, the only taste of it Itachi Uchiha had ever experienced.
~ ~ ~
For the next three nights, Itachi slipped away under the watchful eye of his
baby brother. The smaller Uchiha would eagerly help him situate the pillows
beneath the quilts on his bed to look exactly like the slender body of his
teenaged brother lying there safe and sound to deceive his parents, in the
unlikely event that they came to check in on him, trying so hard to please his
aniki. He had no idea what his actions were aiding.
He would stand at the window, wishing Itachi a fond farewell, night after
night, completely unknowing and ignorant of where his aniki was headed; having
no understanding of the complex and tangled web of deceit that was being woven
before his very eyes. Had he known the danger that his brother’s welfare was
in, he would have surely attempted to stop the elder Uchiha; but even had he
known the truth, any attempts at rectifying this situation would have been
utterly in vain. It was all too far gone by the time Sasuke began seeing Itachi
out the window in the middle of the night.
~ ~ ~
On this particular Saturday night, Madara had drawn him into the cave, with an
especially insane gleam in his eye. Itachi always mistook this glint for simply
his being an evil mastermind. Itachi had felt that things were becoming
increasingly intense between he and Madara since the death of Shisui.
Madara had been very truthful with him about obtaining the Mangekyou Sharingan,
but tonight as the man thrust deeply into him, causing him to arch hard against
the larger man, his hands pinned above his head in a mock rape position, the
man had whispered things to him in the height of his passion that caused his
skin to crawl and his stomach to turn.
His emotions, normally well contained and controlled were seething within him.
His desire to obtain the Eternal Mangekyou Sharingan was pushing him to a place
that he had never experienced before.
Madara took him into his lap as he filled him over and over with his massive
length, holding him so close that Itachi’s member was compressed hard between
them. The man’s hands fisted his hair cruelly, forcing out groans and whimpers,
as Itachi slammed himself down onto the man incessantly, never slowing down,
only grinding harder and harder, as if he were trying to push his own being
into the man through the act of sexual intercourse.
When it was over, Madara spooned against the slighter more delicate body that
was so much like a smaller version of his own; the body that retained his very
own DNA, his very own blood, and whispered hoarsely against Itachi’s long black
hair.
“This must be done Itachi. In order for you to move toward obtaining the
Eternal Mangekyou Sharingan, these things must be done… do you want it? Are you
willing to do it?”
“…"
“Are you willing to assist me in exterminating the Uchiha clan?” Madara
whispered again in a low growl, the very words causing his mouth to tingle with
pleasure at the release.
There was a thick heavy silence that followed and then Itachi‘s silken voice
spoke with certainty.
“… I am."
“Then the day after tomorrow it will be accomplished, and you will receive the
superior jutsu that only I possess. In destroying our clan, you will be one
step closer to receiving what is rightfully yours.”
Itachi’s mind seemed to have detached itself from his body. The promise of
eternal life. The promise of obtaining the most powerful jutsu possible through
the act of ending the lives of a clan that was so pompous and so proud they
sickened him.
His only opposing thoughts were, ‘what about Sasuke?’. He could never kill
Sasuke, nor could he allow Madara to kill the boy. Sasuke would be away on
Monday at the academy, and would be nowhere near the Uchiha District. By the
time he arrived home from school, it would all be over, and Itachi would be
long gone from the scene of the murders and Sasuke would never be the wiser who
had committed the atrocities.
He would plan to time everything precisely. He would leave the crime scene and
head straight to the academy to retrieve the child and return back to the
compound with Sasuke in tow. He would confess to knowing nothing about the
murders. He would comfort Sasuke and together they would go to Madara and
Itachi would introduce the man to the child. The child whom he loved to the man
whom he worshipped.
He didn’t have time to worry with the particulars at that moment. Things were
moving much too fast, as was always the case with Madara. He rarely gave
opportunities for second guessing or reasoning, his one sided dissertations
were quickly adhered to and believed by Itachi. Itachi was being bewitched by a
serpent, made to believe lies and embrace them, all in the name of power.
~ ~ ~
Sunday was nice and sunny and a gentle breeze blew across the banks of the
river. Itachi had taken Sasuke to their secret fishing hole, where they went to
catch the most beautiful rainbow trout. They promised mother to bring back a
basketful that evening for supper.
As Sasuke sat on the bank next to his brother holding his fishing pole, he
glanced over at Itachi ever so often to see exactly how Itachi was holding his
and making sure that his hands were placed exactly the same way. They had been
fishing for the better part of three hours and had nearly filled their basket
already with enough fish for mother to cook for dinner and enough to drop some
off by the Konoha Police Headquarters as a gesture of goodwill for anyone who
wanted a fresh catch for dinner that evening.
“I’m hungry…” Sasuke muttered casting a sideways glance at Itachi.
“You are?” Itachi smiled at his baby brother who looked completely adorable
sitting there on the ground beside him, his cheeks flushed and hot from sitting
in the sun all afternoon, the back of his hair damp with sweat.
“I‘m very hungry. Are you, aniki?”
“Hai… a little I suppose. Do you want to stop and eat our lunch?”
“Can we please?”
“I think we’ve caught enough to do us for today,” Itachi laid his pole down on
the grass beside him and stretched his arms above his head yawning like a cat.
The warm sunlight and the peacefulness of their surroundings had made him feel
quite soporific.
Sasuke had already reeled in and was searching through the backpack they had
brought looking for something to eat. He found the two bento he himself had
prepared for them with his own hands. Smiling, proudly as he brought them out
of the backpack, he handed one to Itachi.
“Hand me some sanitizer, Sasuke.”
Sasuke nodded and rummaged around further producing a bottle of alcohol-based
germ killer and together, they cleaned their fishy hands.
Itachi had spread the small quilt out on the ground for them to relax on while
they ate, and Sasuke couldn’t help but elaborate on how much trouble he had
gone to in making sure that Itachi’s bento was better than his.
“I gave you two onigiri, Itachi… they’re tuna and mayonnaise, your favorite.
And I packed you two rolled eggs…"
“Thank you, Sasuke,” Itachi smiled genuinely at his little brother. Sasuke
loved him. It was more than obvious. He loved him just because. Not because he
was the “Uchiha Prodigy” or because his sex appeal was palpable, but just
because he was Itachi.
“I also gave you double vegetables!” Sasuke continued on smiling as he
unwrapped Itachi’s chopsticks and handed them to him and gave him a bottle of
sweet white jasmine tea.
“You must think I’m very hungry today?” Itachi smiled and ruffled the sweat-
dampened hair of the little one going on and on in front of him. Sasuke was
sitting in his own version of the seiza position which Itachi found entirely
too cute. The proper way to sit in the seiza or the ’correct’ sitting position
was to fold your legs underneath your thighs while resting your butt on your
heels. Sasuke always managed begin properly, but wind up with his lower legs
splayed out to the sides and his butt flat on the ground. Looking at his otouto
sitting like that with his little knees red and covered with dirt from the
river bank made Itachi smile… and a strange heat snake up through his groin.
He tried hard to ignore the sensation and continued talking. “Did you pack me
some dango?” Itachi winked at his otouto, causing his face to further glow
brilliant red.
"Of course I did!” Sasuke smiled as he took a bite out of his little triangular
rice ball.
They ate in silence. Itachi continued to watch Sasuke without the boy’s
knowledge of it. “Are you hot, Sasuke?” he murmured after they had finished
their food.
“A little, why?”
“Because your cheeks are very flushed… I just thought maybe we should go for a
quick swim to cool off. If you want to that is.”
“Well… we’re not allowed to swim for an hour after we eat."
“Sasuke… don’t be a baby. That’s an old wives’ tale. It’s perfectly fine. We’re
not actually going to go swimming down the river anyway. I just thought we
could dip in and cool off.”
“…oh. Okay!” Sasuke’s face had brightened at his sudden revelation.
‘Adorable.’ Itachi thought to himself as Sasuke finished the last bite of his
loquat and quickly began to undress. Itachi’s most favored aspect of Sasuke was
his lack of modesty when he was around him. It was quite endearing to watch the
young boy strip down completely naked right there before his eyes.
Sasuke never really thought about it being odd or anything wrong with it. He
just felt comfortable around his older brother, and well… they had been
together forever, so there was no reason to feel reservations about going
skinny-dipping with his brother. Aside from that, he couldn’t stand the way wet
underwear felt underneath dry clothing. He had experienced that feeling before
and decided it was not worth the discomfort.
Itachi’s eyes fell to Sasuke’s naked body revealed to him there in that
secluded wooded area by the river bank. He let his gaze progress slowly over
Sasuke’s childish body, his small delicate chest and flat stomach, his tender
flaccid cock, pink and completely innocent without a trace of hair, never
having even reached puberty yet…
Sasuke caught Itachi’s stare and became a little embarrassed that his brother’s
eyes were fixed on his genitals. He quickly cupped them with his hand, and
laughed nervously. “Itachiii… what are you doing?” he smiled warmly and happily
at his brother as if there was really nothing amiss that Itachi was eyeing his
nude private parts.
The older boy could feel a slight aching in his groin and knew that his cock
was hardening as he watched Sasuke stand there fully undressed in the sunlit
warmth, so he decided to take his mind quickly off of what was attempting to
blossom within him. Sasuke was far too young for sexual relations. He had
recently began kissing Itachi with wanton abandon, and it was in fact the
sweetest thing Itachi had ever felt. Even as forbidden as relations between
brothers were, when Sasuke embraced him and kissed him, he felt the happiest
and most fulfilled he had ever felt in his life.
“Last one in is a rotten egg,” Itachi smirked jumping up and quickly ridding
himself of his clothes, chasing a shrieking, streaking Sasuke down the river
bank and splashing into the cold clear rushing water of the Nakana River.
“Ahhhh!!! It’s too cold!” Sasuke screeched as he hit the water naked, and
quickly submersed himself knowing it was better to get it over with quicker.
When he emerged looking quite like a drowned black kitten, he grinned at Itachi
who was wading out waist deep against the river’s gentle current. “…and you’re
a rotten egg!” He pointed laughing at his aniki.
Itachi simply smiled at him in complete adoration. Sasuke swam up to him and
stood to face his brother. He was still quite a bit shorter than Itachi, his
face coming even with his brother’s muscled chest and grabbed him another big
teddy bear hug. “Thank you for bringing me fishing, aniki! Thank you so much!
You’re the best brother ever!”
Itachi hugged Sasuke back tightly, feeling that heat creep into his eyes that
always accompanies tears as he thought of the changes that tomorrow would bring
to Sasuke’s world. He tried to push it out of his mind. The life of a Shinobi
was uncertain at best. None of them were promised tomorrow…
“Itachi? Why did yours look different when you got undressed earlier?” Sasuke
motioned downward to Itachi’s cock which was now perfectly soft in the coldness
of the water.
“What do you mean, otouto?”
“I mean… it… umm…” Sasuke was blushing again as he held Itachi tight. “…it
looked really big, and it was sticking up instead of down.” He grinned up at
Itachi with huge innocent eyes.
Itachi ran his fingers through the wet tendrils of black silk that clung to his
otouto’s face and kissed him on the forehead. “It’s just because I love you so
much, otouto.”
“Will mine do that?” Sasuke asked seriously quizzical. “Because I love you so
much too, aniki.”
“I don’t know Sasuke. It might,” he smiled trying to think of a way he could
change the subject without making it feel too abrupt. Sasuke’s curiosity was
making him feel strange. He wanted to show Sasuke all the things that Madara
had shown him, but the boy was entirely too young. Those things would have to
wait until Sasuke was older.
~ ~ ~ After they had tired of swimming and playing in the water, the two
happily tired brothers made their way back up to the bank.
“How are we going to dry off?” Sasuke asked Itachi.
“How about we air dry here on this quilt. The sun will dry us quickly. It’s
nice and warm today.” Itachi smiled as he made a comfortable spot on the quilt
squeezing the excess water out of his ponytail onto the grass beside the quilt.
“Oh… okay.” Sasuke quickly shook the water from his hair, and lay down beside
his aniki. “I’m sleepy, aniki.”
“You are?”
“Yes.”
“Well take a little nap.”
“Can I lay close to you?” Sasuke was completely innocent. He had no idea what
he was asking.
“Hmm… I suppose you can,” Itachi murmured as he made a place for his little
brother to nestle against him and held him tight.
He looked down into the big dark pools that looked up at him in complete
adoration and longing. What was Sasuke feeling? Itachi thought to himself. What
did someone so young feel for another person? Could Sasuke have romantic
feelings towards him? Was he too young to experience feelings such as that?
Itachi wasn’t sure, but the way that Sasuke was looking at him right now was
making him feel great pleasure and again his member was hardening at the
closeness skin on skin contact with his baby brother.
“Will you kiss me before I go to sleep?” Sasuke whispered in a particularly
tiny voice. “Like you always do.”
Itachi didn’t have to be invited twice. He longed to feel Sasuke’s warm mouth
against his, and they were quickly caught up in a much too passionate kiss for
brothers or children to be engaged in. Sasuke’s quivering body against him sent
waves of desire through him. He pulled the boy close against his body, kissing
him, moving and nudging against him, Itachi’s larger member grinding smoothly
against Sasuke’s smaller. They lay there entwined and entangled with one
another, kissing and touching for a quarter of an hour.
“What’s that?” Sasuke asked breathlessly as he wiped his stomach where Itachi
had met his release only a few minutes before from the simple act of rubbing
his body against Sasuke’s.
Itachi’s face was red. “I’m sorry Sasuke. I got carried away. Will you forgive
me?”
“What is it? Why would I forgive you? Where did it come from?”
“It’s nothing otouto… I’ll explain it you later. Actually… you’ll understand
later without me explaining anything to you, when the time is right.”
Sasuke shrugged and wiped the pearlescent splatter from his stomach on the
picnic quilt and snuggled tightly against his aniki, perfectly satisfied, but
he didn’t understand why.
Itachi looked up at the clouds, his chest heaving slightly from their illicit
touching, and placing a forearm over his eyes, sighed heavily feeling very
confused..
~ ~ ~
“Do it!” Madara’s voice rang in Itachi’s ears. He had Itachi activate his
Mangekyou Sharingan over and over as they took out the entire Konoha Military
Police Force.
Over and over, body after body fell to the ground, bright red splatterings of
life pouring from their insides, oozing dark against the ground. Madara killed
as many if not more of them than Itachi did. He swung his ninjaken over and
over again with seeming ease.
Once the police force was slain, the remainder of the clan were far easier to
finish off. Itachi walked north through the main street littered with the
cadavers of the dead, old and young, aunts, uncles and grandparents. The armor
of his ANBU uniform completely covered with the blood of those who shared his
very genetic makeup. A river of that blood flowed from the fallen Uchihas as he
headed north towards home with Madara walking behind him as if he were the
follower, and not the other way around.
Madara’s eyes sparkled with the unquenchable desire for power, greed, and
control. The windows to the man’s soul spoke volumes of what was within. Itachi
changed that day. His eyes that were normally so bright and full of life became
cold and dead. Empty and vacant. Murdering his clan broke something inside him,
snapped it like a dry and brittle twig. He was suddenly sickened deep within
his soul; it was as if he were possessed by a demon. An old demon, long since
forgotten, long held captive by the power of love and self-sacrifice, now
unleashed once again by the man who bore the very clan that he now had
destroyed.
There were two people left. Fugaku and Mikoto. Itachi’s mother and father. When
they arrived at the residence, Itachi fell to the ground in the courtyard out
back, gripping at the moss covered wall that surrounded the enclosed area. His
stomach churned within him. “I can’t. Madara… I can’t do it.” His stomach
exploded into dry heaves. He knelt there retching uncontrollably on the ground,
sweat dripping profusely from his brow. “Madara… help me… I can’t do it.”
“You’re still weak. You don’t have enough hatred for this clan yet… and maybe
you never will.” Itachi could tell that Madara was furious. He wanted to finish
the mission that he had set out to do that morning. He wanted to make Madara
proud of him, and here at the final threshold of finishing the mission, he had
failed his Master.
He burst into tears there in the courtyard and as he wiped the wetness from his
eyes and cheeks, he looked at his hands and saw that he was crying tears of
blood.
~ ~ ~
Madara performed a simple transformation jutsu before his prodigy’s eyes and
became the form of Itachi. A perfect twin. His parents never suspected anything
was amiss when he walked in and sat down at the table to eat. Fugaku was home
for lunch from the police station; Mikoto had served him his usual favorite
lunch, and was standing at the sink washing dishes. Fugaku was behind her,
whispering something softly into her ear and Madara saw her smile. She was
truly beautiful. Her face was kind and gentle. And her voice was soft and
tender.
Madara truly hated to thrust the katana deep into her back. He hated to see her
precious life’s blood flowing out onto the plain wood plank floors, spilling
onto the body of Fugaku who lay slain on the floor beneath her.
~ ~ ~
The murder of Itachi’s parents was the most brutal and violent. Even though
they were dead on the first strike, the man continued to slash them over and
over again, clearing ending their lives in overkill.
~ ~ ~
Madara heard the rush of tiny footsteps coming up the stairs. He stood over the
butchered man and woman, watching breathlessly at the door. He couldn’t imagine
who could be here at two o’clock in the afternoon. The little boy, Itachi’s
brother who’s name was Sasuke wasn’t due home from school until half past
three. Madara had done his research. Itachi had no idea that Madara was even
aware of Sasuke’s existence.
The man had never let on. Never mentioned even knowing that Itachi had a
younger brother. But he knew. He knew all too well of the boy and he knew the
power the smaller version of Itachi possessed. He hadn’t given Itachi the final
piece of the jigsaw puzzle yet. He hadn’t told him that Sasuke would be his key
to eternal life. He hadn’t shared those secrets with him yet.
He had realized early on that Itachi was protecting the young boy. He had
understood that Itachi had wanted to complete their mission of finishing off
the clan during the afternoon, before Sasuke would arrive home from school. He
wasn’t sure exactly why Itachi had attempted to salvage Sasuke’s life apart
from the murders. Perhaps the boy meant something to him. Madara shook his
head.
He stared at the door as the doorknob began to turn. “Nii-san, nii-san!” His
voice rang out loudly through the now silent house. “Look I made top marks
today again!” His little voice filled the house as he burst in, his gaze
meeting Itachi’s dead-on. Madara watched as the happy sweet smile slowing
disintegrated into pure horror. Sasuke’s features contorted into total
disbelief as he looked from his mother and father lying in a heap on the
kitchen floor. ‘Itachi’ standing over them with his sword drawn and covered
with blood.
Tears began to stream down Sasuke’s face; he began to wail. “Aniki! Noooo!
Please god, no! Aniki, why?! Don’t kill me! Please don’t kill me!” The boy
turned and tried hard to run but was caught by Madara in a powerful genjutsu.
He laughed in demented glee as he watched the small boy relive the deaths of
his parents over and over again at the hands of ‘Itachi’.
He released Sasuke from the jutsu only to chase him out into the street,
causing him to relive the deaths of the clan as well. All at the hand of
Itachi. Madara’s jutsu was the most powerful known to the Uchiha clan, and he
patted himself on the back for going light on the boy. He could have done
worlds worse to him.
Once he had finally released Itachi’s otouto from the Mangekyou, he watched as
the boy ran full speed down the street, tears streaming down his cheeks,
screaming and away from the crime scene. He was no doubt headed for the
Hokage’s Tower or the Ninja Academy to inform the Hokage or his sensei.
Madara whispered under his breath as he released the transformation jutsu and
returned back to his former self, “… until we meet again, otouto.” A smirk
formed across his handsome features as he turned on his heel and made his way
back through the house, smiling at his handiwork, breathing in the scent of
fresh blood still leaking from the bodies, making for quite a nasty mess for
someone to clean up. He was glad it wasn’t him.
~ ~ ~
“Come on Itachi… we have to take our leave now.”
Itachi wore a look of utter horror on his beautiful features. All color had
drained from his face, and his eyes were blazing with the Mangekyou Sharingan
“What the fuck did you do?” he spoke through clenched teeth, his fists balled
up at his sides. It was clear he was doing all that was within his power to
keep his composure.
Itachi had heard Sasuke’s footsteps on the front porch, had heard his wailing
and his screaming--had realized everything that Madara was doing to him. But
when he had gone to bust his way in the back door, he had found that Madara had
sealed off every entrance into the house with a strong sealing jutsu. He had
only allowed Sasuke to come inside and had made Sasuke believe that it was
Itachi who had killed Fugaku and Mikoto, and not anyone else but him. Sasuke
had fallen for it beautifully.
Itachi’s eyes were a flame of fire. “How could you do that? He’s completely
innocent. He knows nothing of the Uchiha clan or their corrupt practices.”
“I did it because I had to. Sasuke needs to grow strong. He needs to grow as
strong as you are Itachi. Sasuke is your key to gaining the eternal light.”
Itachi shook his head, the tears streaming uncontrollably now. “What the hell
do you mean? My eternal light?"
Madara gripped Itachi’s shoulder firmly and looked directly into his eyes and
without flinching spoke, “Sasuke will have to die at your hand one day, and
then, only then will you receive the Eternal Light. The secret lies within his
eyes. But he must become strong first.”
“I could never hurt Sasuke,” Itachi growled and he meant every word.
“That my love, remains to be seen,” Madara smirked and wrapped his arms around
Itachi in a warm embrace, so closely that the blood on their clothing smeared
together as Itachi’s tears dripped inconsolably onto the pale armor of his ANBU
uniform. Behind Itachi’s back he performed the proper hand seals and
momentarily the world began to spin and fade away into a mixture and mingling
of colors and a soft humming sound filled Itachi’s ears. “… but now… we must be
going.”
And in an instant the two Uchihas were gone. They simply disappeared leaving
nothing behind but a torrent of blood and a tear-stained child.
~fin~
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