DisclaimerI DO NOT OWN NARUTO! I really wish I did, but I don't.

Second DisclaimerI am a huge fan of the Never Played Symphonies story, by Stina the Wicked. I know that this story has alot, and I mean alot in common with that story. In fact this story is one I wrote as a converse to her story. They share nearly the same plot line, but there are different choices, different outcomes, and MAJOR twists. But I didn't feel right putting this story up without putting in a disclaimer for her. So please if you enjoy my story, please, please read hers as well, as I am a new fanfic writer and she has made her story excellent. It is great. Thank you very much.

I am new to writing fanfics so I ask people to be patient and work with me, don't instantly flame me because my work is not perfect. If you have any suggestions I take them to heart, so please speak up! Thank you everyone!

Enjoy everyone!

Love's Taboo

Chapter 1

Kick, punch, jump, kick...

Kick, punch, jump...

Kick, punch...

Kick...

Sasuke sighed as he continued his routine training. Panting softly, he turned and saunteredover to his water bottle and previously discarded shirt. He sat down beside his possessions and grabbed his half-full water bottle, taking a long sip of the life-giving liquid, delighted as the cool water slid down his throat. This is how it always is with Sasuke, the training ground is his home and the city his hell. Some say he is far beyond the normal anti-social teen, but he doesn't care. How can they expect him to enjoy hanging around worthless idiots, who can't seem to do anything for themselves? He has one goal, and only one goal... To kill that wretch of a brother who stole his life from him. Sasuke sat in silence as he drained the remnants of the water from its bottle. After having his fill of the water, leaving the bottle discarded and empty, he went to stand up and resume his training, only to find his legs did not feel like complying and felt happy just to rest for a bit longer. He sighed, sitting back down.

Sasuke despised the moments when he wasn't training. Training was the only thing that held back the river of memories threatening to break free of its restraints. It was only through training Sasuke could begin to forget about his brother and his crimes. But now as Sasuke rested, the memories began to slowly slid into view in his mind. Images of the terrible man Sasuke was forced to call his brother. That man, covered in the blood of his own parents. No. Sasuke's parents. Not his, he gave up the right to call them his own the night he decided to remove them from the planet. Sasuke unconsciously growled at these thoughts invading his normally collected mind. But despite all of the time between then and now, 5 years, Sasuke's eyes still filled slightly with tears. He was only ten when that murderer took his parents. Ten when he was forced to live on his own, make his own money, cook his own food, mourn his loved ones alone... But even though Sasuke was pained by losing his beloved parents, mostly his mother, he knew, as much as he hated it, that the real pain was in losing his dear Aniki... The only person Sasuke believed truly loved him, before the asshole told him otherwise, telling him it was all a lie, a joke, just to keep Sasuke on the right path, the path he chose for him.

Unable to control his emotions while sitting, Sasuke rose to his feet determined to get back to work.

Kick, punch, jump, kick...

Kick, punch...

A tingle ran up Sasuke's spine. Just a slight tingle, but it was enough to make Sasuke's body stiffen to corpse-like stillness. His sharingan flicked on as he whipped his head around searching for the presence that caused the tingle. Sasuke's breathing stilled, as he strained to hear the other's breath. Hearing nothing, nor sensing anything, Sasuke resumed his training. No he did not believe he was alone again. He was merely creating a ruse to coax the hidden assailant out of his hiding spot, or at least to make him or her make another noise or un-conceal their chakra long enough for Sasuke to find their location. It must have worked, as another tingle ran up Sasuke's spine, only this time Sasuke made sure not to react. He merely flicked his sharingan on again and analyzed the foreign chakra. But what Sasuke was met with was red chakra, blood red chakra, too dark to be his own. Shaking, Sasuke knew whose chakra this was. Itachi. Sasuke again let his body stiffen, but this time the chakra didn't fade back into hiding, instead it engulfed him. Sasuke felt the presence come right out now, the chakra making his head spin. Suddenly there it was, right behind him. Sasuke's eyes were unbelievably wide and his breath had long stilled in his chest. He felt lips at his ear.

"Hello Otouto."

Sasuke's whole body shook with fear and uncertainty. He still remembered his last contact with Itachi... The areas where the bruises were still ached at the touch. Sasuke closed his eyes, remembering the pain as his brother threw him against the wall like a plaything. He still remembered the terrible world of Tsukuyomi, the smell of burnt flesh and blood, the cries of his whole clan ringing in his ears.

"Dear Otouto, so rude. No hello for your Niisan?"

Sasuke's eyes still refused to open and face the world as it shattered around him. Why did he have to be here? Why now? Itachi sighed.

"Well Otouto, if you do not wish to say hello I'm afraid I will have to make you."

Sasuke whimpered. He actually whimpered. He mentally cursed his own weakness and swore, should he survive, to never, never, whimper again. He felt two strong and warm arms slide around him, pulling him into an odd embrace. Confused, yet knowing the kindness would not last, Sasuke let his body relax a tiny bit in the warm arms, almost accepting the hug-like gesture as a comfort knowing that the pain was about to come. Itachi's head came to rest on Sasuke's shoulder, his cheek against Sasuke's. "Dammit, why does he have to be so warm?" Sasuke wondered in his mind, still not fighting this almost loving hug... almost loving...

"Hmm, I guess kindness will not work in making you say hello, I suppose I will have to try its cousin, Pain."

Sasuke's eyes snapped open as he was elbowed right in the stomach, blood coming from his mouth. He fell, but Itachi wouldn't let him hit the ground. Itachi planted his foot square in Sasuke's back sending him flying forwards right into a tree. Sasuke again coughed blood. Again Itachi was behind him, grabbing his hair and pulling his head back, while he had a hold on Sasuke's arms behind his back with his other hand. Sasuke, with his head pulled back, could look right into Itachi's eyes. Before he could control himself, a slight bit of fear filled his eyes, quickly replaced by anger and hatred.

"What the fuck?! Why the hell are you here!?" Sasuke screamed at the top of his lungs, hoping Itachi would recoil at the volume. No such luck. "Am I not allowed to visit my own brother?" Itachi asked cocking an eyebrow at Sasuke. "No you aren't, murderers are not allowed to visit anyone, except maybe Satan." Sasuke growled, letting massive amounts of venom drip from his voice."Sweet baby brother all I want is for you to greet me with a hello. Yet you refuse me even that small gesture. I even greeted you with a hug, how long has it been since I hugged you Sasuke? A year? Five? I cannot even try to remember, but I just did and all I get is rude silence? Its painful your rudeness, you know." Itachi said taking on a small voice and innocence. But Sasuke wasn't stupid enough to believe it, no, he could just hear the smirk in that monster's voice. Sasuke just snorted in reply. Itachi again sighed.

"Well then..."

Sasuke couldn't move. He couldn't breath. Itachi's lips pressed against his own in a rough and violent kiss. He gasped under Itachi's mouth. Then he felt an even more weird sensation, Itachi's tongue, hot and wet, slip into his throat. Involuntarily a moan of sick and twisted pleasure escaped his treacherous throat. Just as Sasuke was getting used to the kiss, Itachi broke it, leaving him wanting more. A smirk spread over Itachi's face, a satisfied smirk.

"I told you I would make you say hello."

His voice was cocky. Sasuke didn't like that. "Fuck you, I didn't hear a hello from me!" Sasuke growled, yet there was a certain weakness in his growl, a weakness Itachi had put there with his sinful kiss. Sasuke knew the kiss was nothing, yet it had awakened an odd sensation in him. A feeling of.. incestuousness? Of desire? Sasuke was unsure, but he knew it wasn't a feeling he needed to be feeling for his murderous older brother. "Oh? So that moan wasn't a hello? Hmm I guess I will again have to try harder." Itachi said his smirk widening into an almost evil smile. Suddenly his lips took Sasuke's again. This time the kiss was deeper and rougher. A you-will-do-as-I-say kiss.

Sasuke's traitorous throat once again let a moan escape. But Itachi didn't withdraw this time. Instead he pressed on, using the moan to get deeper in Sasuke's mouth, tasting him deeply. He spun Sasuke around in his arms to face him. Giving himself more leeway to deepen the kiss. His hands explored Sasuke's still bare chest. Feeling Sasuke's rippling muscles. Sasuke had toned his body well over the years. He tried to keep his body in perfect condition so that if he had to be thrown into a situation where he had to fight Itachi he would be ready at a moments notice. Why then couldn't he fight now as Itachi overtook his body with his own, pushing Sasuke back into the tree as he worked his tongue in sinful ways in Sasuke's mouth? Gasping, and desperate to escape this situation, Sasuke murmured a hello against Itachi's mouth. Itachi sighed, almost in disappointment, as he pulled back.

"Sweet Otouto, why ruin a perfect moment? Were you not enjoying it? I thought you were. Oh well, then I suppose you have lost any purpose to me for now. Good night Otouto."

Sasuke sighed as Itachi turned to leave. His mind racked with confusion at his last statement. Then suddenly, Itachi spun on his heel, his fist coming right at Sasuke. Sasuke had no time to react, all he could do was turn his cheek to Itachi, hoping to soften the blow. Itachi's fist connected with Sasuke's cheek, shattering the bone underneath. Sasuke's world went dark and he let his mind sink into the blackness.

Thank you for reading, the real plot line has yet to develop in the story. It will begin to become clear in a chapter or two, so be patient with me please! If anyone finds a mistake in this chapter or any of the others, please let me know. I am trying to avoid timeline skips! The next chapter and most chapters after that will be lemons. I am new to rwriting lemons so I may need some pointers. So please bear with me in this, please and thank you!