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Brother threw the skin of the white snake at his feet. It was all that remained of Orochimaru.
Sasuke thought that it was his turn now. He backed down on his bed, cornered, and searched blindly for the katana’s handle hidden under the mattress. He squeezed his eyes shut but the darkness only made it scarier.
“Don’t look him in the eyes, don’t look,” he repeated to himself.
Blood was rushing in his ears, and his heart was pounding. It felt as if his chest and head got squeezed hard by an invisible force, making it difficult to breathe. His brother caused some primordial, almost animalistic fear within him. He had been preparing for his next encounter with Itachi every day but deep inside his heart, he knew that he still didn’t stand a chance against him.
Sasuke swished the katana blindly but the blade just slashed the air without hitting its target. The next thing he knew was the cool fingers touching his chin. The voice he heard in his nightmares - and other dreams - asked him gently: “Look at me”.
Sasuke could never resist him. His eyelids flew open, and the bottomless black iris of a supernatural shape pulled him into the abyss.
“Welcome back, otouto ,” Itachi said when he regained consciousness.
Sasuke shuddered at that name. He hadn’t heard it for a long time, and he was sure that he would never hear it again.
His head was heavy as a side effect of the genjutsu, and his body felt weak as if he had a long and exhausting training session.
Sasuke found himself in an unfamiliar room, on the floor, but he was certain that it wasn’t somewhere in Orochimaru’s hideout. The interior was very simple and poor but certainly lived-in. He looked around himself and realized that he was sitting on a tatami in an odd and rather uncomfortable position on his knees. His arms were spread and lifted as if bound by invisible ropes. Sasuke squinted and noticed chakra threads, ever so thin like a spider’s web. His reactions were delayed, so the sense of danger hit him abruptly like a collision.
“I heard you sought power,” Itachi said quietly. “And you’ve succeeded a bit, it seems. But you’re still vulnerable before my genjutsu”.
“Easy… for you to say,” Sasuke mumbled tensely, doing his best to calm his anxious, uneven breathing.
Itachi was sitting on a plain wooden chair near Sasuke. He tilted his head a bit, observing him.
“Don’t say things you know nothing about,” he said in his usual didactic manner.
His words pricked Sasuke’s heart. It was true that he knew nearly nothing about Itachi, his blood brother. Their conversation felt surreal and irrational because they acted as if there weren’t several years of separation. It felt like Itachi never fled, having massacred their whole clan. That day when they met for the last time, and Sasuke ended up in the hospital, seemed to have never happened.
Sasuke imagined this moment hundreds of times. He would bare the katana’s blade and attack his brother to slash his throat without saying a word. In reality, he could barely scrape up some strength to keep his head up.
“Why did you bind me?” Sasuke asked sharply. “Can’t you see that I can’t even pick a kunai?”
“I hate to do this,” Itachi sighed. “But it’s a security measure. I can’t let you escape”.
“What are you going to do to me?” Sasuke wondered indifferently.
The mere sight of his brother was breaking his spirits and threw him into pits of despair. He wanted to hate him with his whole heart but it was just as useless to try kindling that spark of hate in his heart as trying to make fire with damp brushwood.
“I’m going to give you power,” Itachi replied plainly. “Pain is ready to accept you. I’m going to take you to them”.
Sasuke didn’t know who Pain was and he didn’t care enough to find out. He felt feverish and too hot suddenly - he knew what it meant. He shifted his knees on the floor anxiously and closed his legs, pressing his thighs together.
“Did you kill Orochimaru?”
“I don’t think so,” Itachi replied after considering his words for a moment. “It doesn’t matter. My goal was to take you back, not to kill him. You shouldn’t have wasted your time on that fraud”.
“Don’t you dare tell me what to do,” Sasuke exclaimed and jerked in his bondage.
“I’m your brother,” Itachi objected softly. “So I want only the best for you”.
He raised from his chair and sat on the floor in front of Sasuke, looking at him fondly. Sasuke closed his eyes out of habit and then opened one carefully. Itachi didn’t activate his sharingan but he could do it at any moment.
“S-stay away,” Sasuke stuttered.
Itachi said nothing and continued to observe him like some curious painting or an unfamiliar map. Sasuke avoided his gaze because he knew that he might drown in those black eyes without any sharingan.
Instead, he looked at the folds of Itachi’s black coat with crimson embroidery that covered his slim yet muscular body. He switched his gaze to the elegant hands with black nails, then higher to his chest and collarbones, bare neck and pale lips.
Sasuke felt his face and ears burn with deep blush, and his whole body started shivering while his heart was beating hard and fast. Orochimaru's injection kicked in, and damned be that bastard and his brother that turned up at such an unfortunate moment.
“Are you sick?” Itachi asked worriedly when he noticed his state. “Sasuke, try to tame your fear. I won’t hurt you anymore”.
“I’m not afraid of you, fucking bastard,” he cursed weakly as he went out of breath. “Just get out of my sight. Can’t you see what’s happening to me?”
Itachi frowned at the offence, and his gaze slid across his brother’s body again.
“You’re aroused,” he noted without any surprise.
“No shit,” Sasuke snapped back and turned his face away to avoid his look. “It’s not because of you, don’t worry”.
“Because of what then?” Itachi wondered. “Do you enjoy being restrained this much?”
Sasuke let out a sigh full of irritation. It didn’t seem like Itachi could be ashamed of anything while he was ready to die from embarrassment. He wasn’t going to answer his questions, let alone tell him about the real reason for his erection. Sasuke was ready to go to whatever clown was offering him power if Itachi left him alone.
In exchange for teaching him new techniques and training him, Orochimaru injected some medicine into his body from time to time. It increased his sexual drive, and even though Sasuke was young and suffered from random hard-ons and suppressed desires, the snake bastard insisted on the injections because they improved his productivity .
Orochimaru never milked him with his bare hands but always with some horror devices. He still treated his body with great care, expecting to switch to it instead of his current one which was getting older and weaker. Sasuke endured that perverted torture of forced, nearly painful orgasms multiple times in a row until his body got milked dry. The unknown medicine clouded his mind but he could hear Orochimaru talk through the fog of artificial pleasure. He would say that he wasn’t going to allow the amazing Uchiha genetics to disappear or get mixed with some scum.
Sasuke wasn’t going to allow him to take over his body. He earned Orochimaru’s trust little by little and pretended to be obedient while waiting for the right moment to kill him and take revenge for all the humiliation. He only ever felt real hate for Orochimaru, not Itachi.
His teacher did the injections late in the evening and explained that the medicine worked slowly. He put a tight cock ring on him so that Sasuke couldn’t touch himself properly and waste a single drop of his precious “genetic material”. By morning, Sasuke was ready to do anything to be allowed to come. He would let anyone touch him, be it either Usuratonkachi, the flat-chested, pink-haired dumbass, Kakashi-sensei, or his murderer brother.
He didn’t even want to recall what thoughts of Itachi did to him in such a state. Sasuke would think about his powerful grip on his neck, his bloody red irises and his low, husky voice that called him his silly little brother. He would come with Itachi’s name on his lips while Orochimaru smirked and said that he liked him too.
“Just leave me alone,” Sasuke groaned as a warning, although he knew that his threats did nothing to his brother.
“I won’t leave you anymore,” Itachi objected, and his voice sounded almost hypnotic. “I want to help, Sasuke”.
He squeezed his eyes shut again and shook his head desperately. Itachi reached out his hand and put it on his nape, squeezed it lightly and stroked the scalp with his fingers. When he pressed their foreheads together, Sasuke’s heart skipped a beat, and his lower abdomen spasmed sweetly from that touch. Itachi’s breath on his face was warm and smelt of some herbs. He caressed his back through the fabric of his shirt, and Sasuke arched his back involuntarily. His skin got covered in goosebumps from the back of his neck to his tailbone.
“All grown up, aren’t you,” Itachi cooed, dangerously near his lips. “So sensitive”.
Sasuke failed to hold back a whimper and dropped his head on his brother’s shoulder. Itachi hugged him so tenderly that his breath hitched. He proceeded to stroke his back and sides gently.
It must be another genjutsu or one of his wet dreams. His real brother would rather kill him or break one of his limbs like the last time they met. He wouldn’t embrace him as if he was holding his greatest treasure in his arms.
Since it was all an illusion anyway, Sasuke gave in to the desire and nuzzled Itachi’s shiny black hair. It smelt just as marvellous as he remembered it, and he wouldn’t confuse the scent with anyone else’s. Gosh, he missed him so much.
“Help me,” Sasuke whispered, and it made Itachi shudder lightly. “It’s from Orochimaru’s meds, it won’t go away on its own”.
“I’d do anything for you,” his brother assured him and placed a hot, wet kiss on his neck.
Sasuke let out a short, breathy moan and felt his cock throb and leak. Itachi untied his belt and pulled his trousers down along with his underwear. Sasuke pressed his thighs together, embarrassed, but it was no use hiding his hard cock of deep red colour, restrained by the ring. Of course, Itachi had seen him naked many times before but they were just kids, and the circumstances were totally different.
“You poor thing,” Itachi cooed and put his hand on his thigh. “So desperate for relief”.
Sasuke whined and bucked his hips forward, begging silently. It must be his brother’s true nature to torture him at all times.
“Please,” he asked quietly, hoping that it would help.
“I’m going to set you free, be patient for a bit longer," Itachi smiled and rubbed his cockhead between his fingers. “Just. A. Bit. Come on”.
Sasuke cried out and jerked so hard that he would fall down if not for the chakra threads. He was too sensitive down there, and he shouldn’t be rubbed like that. Still, he was ready to sell his soul for a human touch after suffering from Orochimaru’s torturous tools.
“Itachi,” he called weakly, trembling and trying to rub against his palm. “Take it off, please”.
“Good boy,” his brother praised him sweetly and took off the ring, holding his cock carefully.
Sasuke winced from the foreign object rubbing against his oversensitive skin but still sighed with relief once he was freed. Itachi started to fondle him with agonizingly slow movements, and he shuddered, bucking his hips and trying to make him move his hand faster. Sasuke threw his head back from pleasure and moaned aloud. It was shameful, perverted and wild because Itachi was his brother but their clan had been doing it for centuries, and the generational habit must be taking its toll on him.
“Is this your first orgasm from someone else’s hand?” Itachi wondered as he massaged his dripping cockhead tenderly.
“Yes, yes,” Sasuke nodded, barely registering what he was saying. “You’re my first”.
“Good,” his brother whispered and then pressed his warm, dry lips to his little pebbled nipple, exposed between the folds of his shirt.
Sasuke shuddered with his whole body and came so hard as if a tightly wound spring in his lower abdomen went off. The pleasure took him over, and it wasn’t anything like the previous forced climaxes he had. It was sweet, unmatched, and amazing but it lasted for only a few seconds. He went limp and hung on the chakra threads, breathing heavily, then dared to look at Itachi’s face. He was smiling at him but not softly and warmly like he used to do years ago. He smiled at him with obsessive adoration, and his usually pale cheeks bloomed with rosy blush.
Sasuke had no idea what to say but Itachi rid him of this task by kissing him on the lips, dry from panting and moaning. Brother dampened them with his tongue and then withdrew to give him some water to drink. Sasuke’s head felt dizzy from the way Itachi had quenched every kind of thirst he had.
He cleaned him with a damp cloth carefully, murmuring something under his breath. Sasuke could barely register what he was saying. He knew that the injection would affect him even worse after the first orgasm. He was going to become disoriented and weak but very aroused.
“Itachi, don’t touch me or I’m gonna…” he choked on his words and gasped when Itachi rubbed his crotch with his palm teasingly.
“My, my, we can’t show you to Pain in such a state,” he shook his head. “I’ll stay by your side, don’t worry”.
Sasuke watched him stand up and fetch some box that looked like a first aid kit. His vision was blurry, and it made him even more anxious. Itachi noticed it and caressed his stomach to comfort him.
“It’s just oil, don’t be afraid”.
“Are you going to take me?” Sasuke gulped down nervously.
“Not yet,” Itachi replied calmly as he poured some oil into his palm and lubed him between his legs generously. “Do you want me to?”
He looked Sasuke directly in the eyes again, and he blushed even deeper. He often had those dreams where Itachi slid inside him, ever since when he couldn’t quite understand how people had sex. While being impaled on Orochimaru’s stimulation tools in his lab, he imagined Itachi in their place. More often than anyone else.
Sasuke nodded shortly and lowered his head. Itachi lifted his chin and kissed him again as praise. Sasuke kept his lips shut stubbornly at first but soon gave in to the pleasant sensation and kissed him back. It made him hard again very quickly.
Itachi rubbed the tight entrance between his buttocks teasingly and asked: “Do you want my fingers or..?”
“Yes,” Sasuke agreed before he could finish.
He clenched in anticipation and bucked his hips forward, agreeing to anything he would do. Itachi pushed one finger inside easily; Sasuke had to get used to such treatment because of experiments on his body.
“I should’ve ended him for good,” Itachi grumbled as he stretched him carefully.
Sasuke wanted more already and pushed himself onto his fingers, rolling his hips and panting from pleasure. His brother’s fingers were long and skillful, which he knew from long ago when they had shuriken training sessions together.
“So needy,” Itachi whispered in his ear and kissed behind it as he added the second finger. “That’s enough for you for now”.
Sasuke was about to say that he could take more and squirmed impatiently, arching his back. Brother pulled him closer and allowed him to grind against his body. Sasuke was desperate for another relief.
“Itachi,” he called beggingly and hid his face against his collarbones.
“What?” his brother hummed while fingering him.
“Rub me there,” Sasuke breathed out and pressed against his body as much as the chakra threads allowed him. “Do you know…?”
“Yeah, yeah,” Itachi assured him.
As the older one, he certainly knew it better. Sasuke found himself crying on his shoulder from how overwhelming the sensations were. Itachi was driving him crazy by massaging his prostate slowly and teasingly at first, barely pressing on the sensitive spot. He stimulated it hard and fast then, squeezing such a powerful orgasm out of him that Sasuke could barely recognize himself in such bliss. He shivered with his whole body and moaned into his brother’s shoulder which was his only leverage. He didn't even notice when he managed to wrap his legs around his waist to get his brother even closer.
“Set me free,” he begged when Itachi took mercy on him and gave him a break. “I won’t run away”.
“Can I trust you?” he asked and pulled his fingers out which caused Sasuke to whimper once he lost the pleasant feeling of pressure inside.
Even though the chakra threads didn’t hurt his skin like the usual ropes, his shoulders already ached from the hung position.
“I’m your silly little brother,” he replied, knowing that it would amuse and flatter his brother equally. “There’s no way for me to go”.
Itachi gave him a short nod and let him go. The invisible threads that held him restrained disappeared as if they were cut down. Sasuke lost the leverage and fell down right on top of his brother, straddling him. Itachi’s hair got messed up, and he was looking at him with adoration.
Sasuke tore his coat apart to get as close to his body as possible. He leaned closer to his brother, then sealed his lips in a passionate kiss.
He had too much to say to him to waste time on conversations.