Title: Addiction
Rating: M
Pairing: Sasuke/Naruto, minor Itachi/Naruto
Disclaimer: I own none of these characters.

WARNING! This is a dark!fic. It contains homosexual relations, rape, and character death.

Don't like, don't read.

The domination of one's thoughts or feelings by a persistent idea, image, or desire.

He was obsessed; totally and utterly obsessed.

No matter what he did, he could never get enough of his obsession. He loved everything about it. He loved the way those blue eyes looked at him with a searing hatred; the touch of smooth skin against his palms; the feeling of the soft blond hair running through his fingers. He could never get enough of it- he would never get enough of it.

He wanted more.

He wanted to caress every inch of tan skin that he could reach. He wanted to tangle his fingers into that bright hair and yank in back to exposed that slender neck. He wanted those big cerulean orbs to look at him and only him.

The obsession the he had with this object wasn't normal, not in the least.

His obsession actually belonged to his older brother. He endured watching his older brother play with his new found obsession day by day. Anger burned through his being every time he even saw them together. He hated it; he hated his brother for stealing his obsession. He hated his brother for touching it, hated his brother for kissing it, but most of all, hated his brother for marking it.

The first time he had seen the reddish-purple spot of his obsessions neck, he almost flipped.

After seeing the hickey on its neck, he waltzed right up to his room and collapsed on his bed. He stayed up in his room the whole night, he didn't even bother going down for dinner because he knew it would be there.

It irked him that his brothers mouth had been on that neck, even more that his brothers mouth was probably it numerous other places also. That was supposed to be his mouth, not his brothers disgusting mouth.

Ever since that night, he would try talking to his obsession. He'd randomly go up and start conversations with it. On normal occasions, it would ignore him, since they never really got along. Sometimes it would reply, but with only a couple of words.

He knew it hated him.

It had hated him for quite a long time actually.

When they were in middle school, he would always make fun of the his obsession. First it started with name calling, then to the actually pushing around and bullying. All the girls would join in and point at it and laugh. He would swell with pride at having all the attention and leave the small bundle to weep on the floor, alone.

Those days were in the past, but it seemed to still hold a grudge against him. He didn't take anything he did to his obsession back, because honestly, he loved the angry looks it would give him every time he tried talking to it. The intensity of the look made his whole body crave for more of it.

One day, when on his way back from high school with his older brother, an idea hit him. If his obsession already hates him, and all he wants is a taste: why not just take what he wants?

Take a jump for it - no - a leap.

His plan would work out perfectly. It would protest and try to get away; he would get to see even more of that hatred he desired.

To see his obsession in a wrath of anger, fury, and pain- was like one of his dreams.

He's waited long and hard for this moment. He wasn't going to let anyone stop him.

First thing he had to do was get rid of his brother- he was going to be the biggest issue. Second objective was get it to go somewhere with him alone.

The thought of his parents came up. He'd need to somehow get them out of the picture also. Their anniversary was soon. They would usually go out all night for their anniversary, so they wouldn't be there for when he brings it over.

Later that week, he found out his brother worked on the day of his parents anniversary.

No parents; no older brother. So far his plan was falling into place beautifully. The only thing left was to somehow get his obsession to come with him.

Passion is a positive obsession. Obsession is a negative passion.

After several rings, the phone was finally answered. A women's voice came through the speaker with a questioning, "Hello?"

"Hello, Mrs. Uzumaki. Is Naruto there?" Came the reply.

"Yes, one moment." There was a pause; which only shuffling noises could be heard, except for a distant 'Naruto! Phone!' being shouted.

"Who is it?" Was the equally distant sounding reply.

"Actually," The voice cut in. "Can you just tell him Itachi said to meet at the Uchiha house? I have a little surprise for him."

A few miles away, a pair of lips curled into a devious smirked. Then the line went dead before Naruto's mom could come up with any sort of reply.

Kushina pulled the phone away from her ear and stared at it with a raised eyebrow.

"You're boyfriend is very rude," She huffed, setting the phone back on the charger.

Interest peaked, Naruto nearly leaped over to his mom. He snatched the phone off the charger and pressed the 'recent calls' button; his eyes going wide when he seen a similar number glowing off of the phones screen.

"Itachi called!" He nearly shrieked. He quickly went to redial the Uchiha's number.

Kushina reached out, snatching the phone away from her son.

"Yeah, he says he has a surprise for you at the house." She made sure to wiggle her eyebrows at the end of her sentence, just for enthuses.

Naruto's face immediately went red.

Laughing, Kushina nudged her son in the side, playfully. "Gonna get a litte freakaaay?~"

Naruto gaped, glancing between the phone and his mom nervously. "…He said that?"

"Not the getting freaky part… That was just me."

Naruto sighed. "You're so embarrassing."

Kushina just laughed, again, as she made her way back into the kitchen to make dinner for her husband.

Ten minutes later, Naruto was packed and out of his house. He slipped his iPod headphones on and trudged on towards the Uchiha's house.

This is going to be a two-parter.

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