Begin Author's Note:

Daelyn: Sorry for the long wait. ; A ; I suck at updating and writing and just being a decent person all around *insert two tildas*

Cody: Daelyn is obviously being a whiny little emo shit. But she's my whiny little emo shit and A GREAT AUTHOR GODFUCKINGDAMMIT.

Daelyn: Great English.

Cody: I tawk da amerikin vury vury gud thx u cum agin

Daelyn: WHY CODY WHAT IN THE LOWEST DEPTHS OF HELL.

Cody: kill me please.

Daelyn: *gladly kills you* ANYWAY.

Cody: Sasuke's puckerhole clenches for you.

Daelyn: *flinches*

Cody: *clenches*

Daelyn: *squelches* *and queefs*

Cody: There's literally so much sex in this chapter. o u o HUEHEUHEUEHUEHEU

Daelyn: That's why this is so long. There are, how many? Like three sex scenes? Four! There's four! For the love of God. XD Or, well, that's inappropriate. ;)

Cody: O u O *faps quietly* Priests are good people. I like little boys, too. It's okay.

Daelyn: *faps gently*

Cody: Why are we allowed to be people?

Daelyn: Because lesbian.

Cody: Because Sasuke's logic.

Daelyn: Okay, we should end this author's note now. It's too long. O n P Enjoy the chapter!

Cody: STOP MAKING FUN OF MY RETARDED FACE THAT'S NOT FUCKING NICE *cries quietly whilst fapping*

can sasuke cry while he masturbates at some point please

Daelyn: What the fuck. I love it.

Cody: OOOHHH THERE'S A POLL. YOU PEOPLE SHOULD TAKE IT. But again, sorry for the ungodly wait. Hopefully the length of this chapter makes up for that at least a little. c:

End Author's Note.

Seven Months Before

Sasuke clenched his sweaty fists tightly and glanced around the club, gnawing at his bottom lip nervously. Where was Itachi? Where was he? By the end of another grueling ten minutes he was perched on the edge of his seat, squirming and holding his breath until his lungs burned for air. He blinked feverishly due to the anxiety tightening his chest at the thought of seeing his perfect older brother after so many long, long years.

If he isn't here in five more minutes, I'll leave, he thought to himself. He tugged his phone from his tight black pants and looked at the time. It was a quarter past the hour. The minutes ticked by and the screen darkened, then turned completely black as he blankly stared at it. With hazy eyes he trained his gaze on the black table top, but he didn't truly see it. He fantasized of what Itachi would do to him when (if) he arrived. Would he use a knife? He could only hope. Not many of his past clients were willing to venture into the dark side of the bedroom, the place Sasuke dreamed about every night. Nii-san...

He saw that ghostly reflection in the screen of his phone a split second before he felt a hand on his shoulder. He jumped in surprise, his heart pounding furiously at the unexpected contact.

"Hello, baby brother. It's been a while."

Sasuke felt his throat tighten and his heartbeat triple at the familiar voice. It was deeper from when he was fourteen of course, but there was no mistaking that it was him. That same velvety, perfectly resounding baritone...it could bring anyone to their knees.

Itachi removed his hand from Sasuke's shoulder and stepped across the width of the table. Once he sat across from him in the booth, he dragged his eyes over Sasuke's small body with a haughty and amused smirk pulling at his perfect lips. As Itachi leaned his head on his hand, Sasuke caught his gaze, but immediately averted his eyes to the table in front of them as he slid his phone back into his pocket. His fear wouldn't allow him to hold the burning embers of Itachi's eyes.

"My, haven't you grown up well," Itachi murmured.

Sasuke blushed and nibbled on his lip. Just being around such a...god was making him nervous. Itachi was perfect, from the sharp curve of his jaw to the manicured tips of his fingernails. In contrast, Sasuke was scrawny and drab, with limp hair, small, lifeless eyes, and a sickly pale complexion. There was no way he was worthy of holding Itachi's attention. What had made him think he deserved to be in this place, with this perfect creation, this absolutely divine being?

"What brought about this reunion?" Itachi continued.

Sasuke gulped and squirmed in his seat. What was he supposed to tell Itachi, anyway? He'd had a vague idea before their meeting, but words seemed to have abandoned him the second he laid eyes on his big brother. The man had such an air of superiority about him, like he knew the effect he had on those around him, and was damn proud of it too. He was intimidating without even trying.

"I-I..." Sasuke took a deep breath and dragged his eyes from the tabletop to meet Itachi's. He flinched back, but tried his hardest to hold his simmering gaze. Sasuke gathered up the courage to say the words that burned so desperately on his tongue, and forced them out. "I have a proposition."

Itachi tilted his head slightly, his expression only growing more amused by the second.

"Oh? And what might that be?"

"I need to be punished," Sasuke said in one rushed breath. Itachi quirked an eyebrow, the subtlest gesture but giving Sasuke all the confidence he needed to push through his request. "You can use me however you see fit. You...you can beat me, cut me, burn me, abuse me..." Sasuke paused for a heartbeat. "...Rape me." Without giving Itachi a moment to respond, Sasuke stood and ambled toward his brother, the confident sway of his hips not betraying his fear and apprehension. He straddled his elder brother, looping his arms around his neck, and flashed him his most seductive smile, allowing his eyes to fall half-mast to complete the look. "I want you to hurt me."

Itachi's breath hitched as Sasuke settled into his lap, his ass lightly brushing against his covered groin and the leather of his pants creaking with the strain. Well, Itachi definitely hadn't been expecting this. If anything he'd been expecting Sasuke to hate him. He made the boy kill their own mother and he came out of that actually wanting him? How badly had he twisted his little brother? More importantly, how much more did he want to twist him?

"Nii-san," Sasuke whined, slowly grinding his ass in Itachi's lap in hopes of eliciting a positive reaction. "You can do anything you want to me. Anything at all."

"Anything?" Itachi chuckled, his hands moving of their own accord to grasp Sasuke's hips and bring him down harder. Sasuke mewled quietly and Itachi found he quite liked the sound. It wasn't as small a sound as he remembered, but the wanton allure captivated him nonetheless. "You don't know what you're getting yourself into, little brother." To prove his point, Itachi shoved his hands under Sasuke's skin-tight blue shirt and dug his nails in harshly, slowly dragging them down Sasuke's back. He knew he likely drew blood, but the loud moan he earned from his baby brother wasn't the least bit agonized.

"Please," Sasuke gasped, his whole body trembling due to the sudden, wonderful pain. God, he'd never felt anything like this before. "Please. Cut me, fuck me, do whatever you want. I'll be your toy."

Who was Itachi to refuse such a kind offer? Such a damaged, needy, wrecked child, willing to give himself up for his older brother's perverse desires? A smile curled the edges of his small, pursed lips as thoughts of what he would do to this broken boy rocketed through his mind.

"It would be my pleasure," he purred into Sasuke's ear. The younger shuddered and tipped his head back to give him better access to the skin of his neck, which Itachi devoured eagerly. His baby brother's addictively sweet taste clouded his mind and he knew his darkest fantasies would be played out in full with the help of this new little toy of his. "You want to be your big brother's whore, Sasuke?"

Sasuke nodded, his cock twitching painfully at Itachi's words. How long had he wanted this, dreamed of this? He'd needed this for so long. His entire body trembled in anticipation of what his big brother would do to him. He wanted Itachi to be merciless, animalistic, violent; he wanted everything he could give him.

"Please," he choked as Itachi sank his teeth into the tender flesh of his neck. The elder didn't stop biting until he broke skin and felt liquid flow into his mouth. He moaned as the taste that was so foreign, yet so familiar danced on his tongue.

How he'd missed the taste of his baby brother's blood.

He drank it up greedily, careful not to let even one drop escape. Sasuke's eyes rolled into the back of his head, the pleasure of such an action nearly overwhelming. He could barely breathe as Itachi jerked his head slightly, tearing into the flesh of his neck harder and deeper in an attempt to earn more blood. Sasuke's cock strained against the front of his pants, just begging to be touched as the pain worsened by the second.

This. This was exactly what he needed.

Sasuke moaned as the elder pulled away. His neck bled liberally, some flowing from the deep wound to stain his shirt, but he couldn't care less at this point. All that mattered was that he'd finally, finally be punished for everything he'd done.

Itachi admired his handiwork. The blood from the bite streaked down Sasuke's ivory skin, painting his neck a dark, lovely vermillion. Itachi could barely conceive the primeval fire coursing through his veins at the perfect image of his bleeding brother. Why not add another sin to the nearly endless list? Ravishing his little brother completely would undoubtedly be the most pleasurable. Such a willing, eager painslut, just begging to be used...a far cry from that helpless, innocent six-year-old from years and years ago.

Itachi flattened his tongue and slowly dragged it up Sasuke's neck, catching every drop of dark blood he could. Sasuke shivered in Itachi's lap as the raw skin of his new wound was toyed with. He wanted- needed- more. It would seem Itachi was reaching his limit as well; all he wanted was to be inside this broken child. He wanted to make him scream, bleed, beg, sob, hurt.

Itachi pulled away and met Sasuke's cloudy eyes, his blood-stained lips curling into a cruel smirk.

"I'll make you scream, Sasuke," he whispered, his voice low and practically dripping with lust. The younger boy nodded his head furiously. His smirk only growing in size, Itachi moved his hand up and laced his fingers through Sasuke's hair. "You're mine."

And with that, he pressed his lips against his baby brother's, sealing their fate.

Present

Sasuke woke up to an empty bed and a quiet house. As he lay there alone, he wondered where Itachi always ran off to. He knew better than to ask, but a part of him still wondered why he was scarcely home. He rolled onto his back and splayed his limbs across the cool white sheets, then groaned and forcefully vaulted himself from the bed when he noticed the time. Takumi was probably awake now and he didn't want to leave him alone for very long; the boy hadn't tried to escape yet, but that didn't comfort him in the slightest.

Before he gathered a set of clothes for a shower, he checked on Takumi and saw the boy was cuddled beneath a thick comforter on the sofa, fully engrossed in some kids' show. Sasuke was tempted to join the small child in his cocoon of warmth and cereal and as he watched him with a small smile quirking the corner of his lips, but withheld himself. He needed to shower first.

Sasuke left the bathroom door open a crack, just in case, and turned the shower on before unclothing himself and unwinding the gauze wrapped tightly around various parts of his small frame. When he stepped into the heated spray of the shower, he barely registered the soap residue still at the bottom of the tub. His foot met frictionless plastic, and before he knew it both of his feet were above his head and he was tumbling backward. He threw his arm out to catch himself and felt it scrape against the large faucet in the tub, but was able to grip the side of the tub to keep from falling headfirst onto the tile. Breathing heavily from shock, he stayed in this awkward position until his heart settled down in his chest. For a split second he had been terrified. Itachi would have been so pissed if Sasuke died like that.

Sasuke scowled and looked at the long cut on his arm. Blood was already starting to bead at the surface and at least one layer of skin had been shaved clean off. He winced, but that quickly turned into hazy-eyed lust.

It felt so good.

He quickly brought himself to his feet and yanked the shower curtain closed before carefully folding his back against the tiled wall. It was chilly to the touch, but he would get over that.

He held his hand under the warm flow of water for a moment before eagerly fisting his hardening cock. The pain from such an injury aroused him almost immediately and he couldn't wait to feel the relief of an orgasm. It had been far too long since he came; what was it, at least fifteen hours? He pushed these thoughts from his mind and focused on the pain in his arm, pretending it was Itachi who had placed the blade of his knife flat against his arm and just slid it down and down. A breathy mewl pushed through his parted lips, causing him to tip his head back and press it against the wall. His one hand moved faster over his cock while the other moved down to caress his balls and squeeze them gently.

Through the crack in the door, though Sasuke didn't know, a small eye peaked through. Takumi watched Sasuke's blurry figure through the clear shower curtain, amazed and curious; he had wandered in here when he heard Sasuke yelp and found...this. That was what he had done to himself last night, except this time Sasuke wasn't watching anything like he had been. Itachi wasn't touching him either. Takumi kept watching, unable to pry his eyes from the obviously personal and lewd display. He felt something warm up in the same place on his body that Sasuke was touching himself. There was some sort of tingling feeling, one that itched for his attention...

"Ngh," Sasuke cried out, obviously nearing that high place Takumi would never forget. "I-Itachi-nii~"

Was he thinking about his big brother doing all those things to him, the things Takumi was forced to watch? The boy squirmed a little as his small body warmed up even more. It had felt so good when he touched himself there... He found his hand drifting closer to the small hardness in the front of his pants, every breathy moan from Sasuke urging him on further.

Sasuke bucked into his hand over and over, squeezing and fondling his balls as he quickly neared his release. His breaths came short and he began to feel a little dizzy from the heat of the water and the fog in the bathroom, but he didn't pay it any mind. Sometimes he found the lack of air coaxed him closer to release. The short lapse of time between moving his hand from pawing at his balls and to probing at the knife wound in his shoulder made him groan, but the spike in pain that resulted was well worth it. He turned his head to the side, pressing his cheek against the freezing tile, and moaned relentlessly. He stroked himself faster and faster, the pain in his arm and images of Itachi giving him that final push.

"ITACHI!" Sasuke yelled, splattering his seed over his hands and onto the shower curtain. He held his breath, eyes tightly squeezed shut as tremors wracked his thin body. It lasted for a few more moments, ending with one last spurt of cum from his frantically twitching cock. He slumped against the wall completely; his entire body felt limp and tired, but buzzed with the lingering effects of his orgasm. It had definitely felt good, there was no denying that, but it didn't come anywhere close to how it felt when Itachi touched him that way, hurt him that way.

At the sight of Sasuke removing his hand from the sensitive location to washing himself off, Takumi was broken out of his trance. He jerked his hand away from the hard rubbing it had been doing over his crotch as his senses quickly returned to him. His eyes widened as fear of being caught set in and he scampered away, his soft footfalls inaudible over the pounding of the water against the basin.

Sasuke washed himself quickly, careful to rinse his multiple wounds for fear of infection, then rewrapped them along with the new gash. After his shower he found Takumi still lounging on the couch in the living room, although he seemed more tense and disconcerted. The covers were piled on top of the boy and he snuggled deeper at the sight of Sasuke entering the room.

"Morning. What's on TV?" Sasuke asked, oblivious to Takumi's flushed expression.

The boy shrugged and cuddled even deeper under the heavy comforter, desperately trying to avoid meeting Sasuke's eyes. Sasuke felt a sudden urge to join the small boy beneath the pile of warmth. He smiled fondly at Takumi and wedged himself between him and the arm of the couch, wrapping a lanky arm around his shoulder. He pulled away ever so slightly, which Sasuke didn't fail to notice.

"Um, are we doing anything today, Sasuke-san?"

"You know, you can just call me Sasuke if you want. Or even better, how about kaa-chan?" Sasuke smiled at him and hoped he would display some form of affection for him. Takumi's eyes immediately watered at Sasuke's latter suggestion as he pressed himself into the dark cushions of the couch. Memories of Sasuke's own sweet mother played behind his eyes and made him empathize with the boy. He knew exactly how it felt to have his parents stolen away, and by the same person at that.

"Okay." Takumi paused. "Sasuke."

Sasuke's happy face fell just a fraction at the obvious refusal, but he tried to brush it off. He would give Takumi as much time as he needed to warm up to the idea. They'd barely known each other a week, after all. An uncomfortable silence fell over the two boys which Sasuke cleared his throat to break.

"...Have you ever been to church before?"

"No." Takumi shook his head. "My parents never really said anything about stuff like that." Talking about his parents seemed to make him even more sad, which Sasuke immediately regretted.

"Do you want to go to church with me today?" he asked. "It would give us something to do."

"You go to church?" Takumi was obviously surprised at this realization. "Wait, but isn't church on Sundays?"

"I'm a Catholic, but I don't really go to services, at least not often. I just go to church whenever I need to confess my sins."

"Your sins? Like bad stuff you do?" Sasuke nodded at Takumi's question. "But you don't do bad stuff...Itachi-san is the one who needs to confess," he muttered. Why did Sasuke always think he was the bad guy?

"Don't say that," Sasuke gritted, "you don't know all of the things I've done." He softened the force of his words with a gentle smile and began playing with the kid's curly hair. "But it's nice you think that."

Takumi huffed with annoyance. Sasuke wasn't a bad person and Takumi honestly couldn't imagine him doing anything bad to anyone. He seemed too kind-hearted, too gentle to harm someone.

"When are we gonna leave?" Takumi asked after another extended silence.

"In a little under an hour, so go get showered up." Sasuke ruffled Takumi's hair as he stood from the couch and smiled fondly at the boy until he rounded his way into his bedroom.

After Takumi took his shower and got changed, Sasuke neglected his own breakfast in case Itachi didn't want him to eat, much to Takumi's dismay. The boy encouraged Sasuke to eat something, fretful and teary-eyed, but Sasuke persistently denied any food. He didn't want to anger Itachi.

Before they left, Sasuke stopped in the bathroom to take out his snakebites, his multiple ear piercings, and the corkscrew piercing in his left eyebrow. He wanted to look cleaner, since he'd be going to a holy place. He was already unholy enough; he may as well look somewhat appropriate.

After they were ready they left the house hand in hand, headed toward the little church down the road. Itachi had picked this house in particular for its location near the congregation. He knew Sasuke enjoyed going from time to time, and it gave him something to do aside from being home all day. Although Itachi wouldn't admit it out loud, he didn't like that Sasuke spent so much time alone with 'mom' whispering in his ears. It was unsettling.

They made it to the church within fifteen minutes, their arms swinging as Sasuke pushed open one of the large, French doors. He smiled softly to himself as rows and rows of pews and an altar came into view, along with the shapes cast upon the cherry oak polish of the sanctuary by the stained glass window. All his worries seemed to fade away as he walked farther and farther down the aisle with Takumi, their arms still swinging in synchrony between them. It was like a huge, dead weight had been lifted off Sasuke's chest as soon as he stepped through the doors.

"Nobody's here," Takumi said, his head jerking from side to side. Sasuke shrugged.

"I'll go find a priest. Wait here and I'll come and get you when I find one." Sasuke smiled reassuringly and left Takumi to loiter in the sanctuary. The boy ogled the hundreds of flickering candles with wide eyes, amazed at the quiet, special air the church held. It really did feel like a holy place. He felt so comfortable he could have fallen asleep if given the opportunity.

"Did you find him?" Takumi waddled over to Sasuke and looped their arms together once he returned.

"Yeah," Sasuke said, smiling at the cute little kid. "He said he'll be here in a minute and for us to wait in the booth."

Sasuke led Takumi to the nearest booth and settled inside, cuddling close to the boy. He felt so relieved that he was able to come to confession. So much had happened this past month from killing hookers to kidnapping children, and he couldn't wait for the entirety of the burden of his sins to be gone.

If Sasuke were to be honest, he wouldn't be able to explain the exact reason why he enjoyed coming to confession. He truly was sorry, though he knew he could never fully turn away from his depraved ways. He was Itachi's. If Itachi was going to hell, then he was taking Sasuke down with him. It was already set in stone.

"I'm kinda nervous," Takumi muttered. "What's he gonna say?"

Sasuke made a little face, then shrugged. "He's just gonna ask me about my sins and tell me how to repent."

Takumi looked at Sasuke with unbelieving eyes, completely dumbfounded. That seemed like such an odd thing to do.

"Sasuke-kun?" an old voice called.

"Yes, Father," Sasuke said, fidgeting nervously and turning his attention to the small, barred window.

"What do you have to confess today, my child?" the priest asked.

"I-I...I've done a lot of bad things," Sasuke whispered, though he was loud enough for the priest to hear.

"Such as?"

Sasuke shifted uncomfortably, reaching for Takumi's hand for comfort. The little boy laced his fingers through Sasuke's, squeezing tighter and leaning his head on Sasuke's shoulder in silent reassurance that everything was going to be fine.

"If I make you a deal...will you promise not to tell anyone?" The unseen priest raised a single eyebrow at Sasuke's proposition.

"What are you talking about?"

"I-I mean...I just need to get a lot off my chest, and not everything I've done is...okay," he strained. He just wanted to get this off his chest so he could feel less awful, less dirty, at least for a little while.

"No sin is okay, child," the priest murmured.

"I don't mean it that way...just, some things have been...illegal..."

"God is the only one who can judge you for your trespasses."

Sasuke's shoulders slumped with relief and he smiled slightly to himself. Maybe this man was right. After taking a deep breath, Sasuke pushed forward with the words that weighed him down.

"I witnessed the murder of a woman."

The priest was silent for an entire minute, and Sasuke's anxiety multiplied tenfold of what it previously was at this extended silence. Was the priest judging him? Did he think he was evil? Disgusting?

"Did you call the police?" the priest finally asked after what felt like an eternity to Sasuke. The raven breathed a small sigh of relief and shook his head though the lattice-work of the barred window.

"N-No...my older brother was the one who killed her, so I couldn't." The priest's face scrunched up with confusion.

"Why not?"

Sasuke's face fell. He never liked confessing to this particular sin.

"We have...an interesting relationship," Sasuke muttered, his eyes downcast in shame.

"How so?"

"We're..." Sasuke paused, squeezing Takumi's hand harder as a means to steady himself, "...lovers."

"You're..."

"We have sex," Sasuke blurted, though his cheeks powdered a light pink at such a blunt admission. "He, um...sometimes he uses knives or lighters."

"Whatever for?" the priest asked, his voice slightly disgusted. Sasuke didn't fail to notice this, but figured he was in too deep to back out and may as well answer the man's question.

"Because I like the pain." Takumi squeezed his hand a little harder. He didn't like seeing Sasuke get hurt and still couldn't wrap his young mind around the fact that Sasuke actually enjoyed it.

The priest fell silent. Sasuke bit at his lip nervously, tapping his foot lightly on the ground as a means to dispel his anxiety. Did he say too much? Takumi sensed Sasuke's discomfort and moved to hug him tighter, just trying to cheer him up.

"Murder, homosexuality, and incest are abominations in God's eyes," the priest gritted.

"I-I know...that's why I'm confessing." Sasuke's grip on Takumi tightened and he shook slightly, the priest's obvious judgment hurting him more than he'd like to admit. He knew he was fucked up. He didn't need to be reminded.

"Are you willing to turn away from your sins?"

Sasuke paused.

"...No."

"Then why are you here?" the priest asked, his patience obviously wearing thin for the sinner through the window.

"Because I feel guilty."

"You should," the priest spat.

Sasuke's lower lip trembled.

"I-I don't know what to do, F-Father," he choked, his voice nearly giving out on him. Takumi wrapped his small arms around Sasuke, his brow creased with worry. "I h-hate myself."

Takumi nuzzled into Sasuke's arm, silently sending as much encouragement and comfort as he could. Sasuke raised a shaking hand to brush back the boy's curly, sandy blonde hair. He was more than thankful for his company.

"Why shouldn't I go to the police?" the priest asked after a moment.

Sasuke snapped his head up, his entire body shaking worse than before. If the priest went to the police, then everything would be over. Takumi would go back to his parents, and Sasuke and Itachi would be separated. His eyes widened as he searched for any possible way out of this.

"I can do you a f-favor," Sasuke said, trying his hardest to keep his voice steady.

"Such as?"

Sasuke sighed. The priests at his old church agreed to this...would he?

"If you would take me back to your office so we could be alone, I could elaborate on our...deal..." he trailed off in a way he hoped the priest understood.

"...Would you bring the boy?"

"No," he barely managed to grit without raising his voice. He wouldn't touch Takumi. No one would. "Just me."

The priest audibly sighed, but stood up nonetheless. Sasuke heard him make his way across the sanctuary, not even bothering to wait for Sasuke to catch up. Takumi clung to Sasuke's arm when he lifted himself from the seat, pulling him back down as separation-induced panic set in.

"What are you doing?"

"I have to...do the priest a favor." He smiled as reassuringly as he could and brushed some of Takumi's sandy hair off his face.

"What does that mean? You don't mean..." Sasuke nodded at Takumi's unfinished sentence and kissed him on the forehead quickly.

"I'll be fine, don't worry. Wait in the back by the door, okay?"

Takumi nodded and watched Sasuke's figure disappear from the booth. He sat quietly and pulled his knees to his chest, needing to cry before he went for the exit. For some reason, being away from Sasuke made his heart hurt in a way he never felt before.

Upon reaching the small office in the back of the church, the priest shut the door behind Sasuke quietly and motioned for him to follow him behind his desk. He sat down, spreading his legs and gripping the arms of the chair, smiling kindly at the willing child before him.

"So...you promise you won't go to the police if I do this for you?" Sasuke asked as he settled between the priest's legs. The man smiled and gave a short nod.

"I wouldn't be a very good priest if I lied, now would I?" He smirked as he put his fingers through Sasuke's spiky hair. "Get started."

Sasuke accepted the sudden change in behavior, lifting his hands to pop the button and tug down the zipper. He quickly reached inside the man's briefs and pulled his half-hard cock out, stroking it a couple of times to get himself used to the feeling of it in his hand. It wasn't like this was the first time Sasuke had to do a little sexual favor, so he forced himself to look past the disgust. There was no need to make this worse for himself.

"Go on," the priest said, smiling at the obedient boy between his legs.

Sasuke leaned forward, his eyes closed as he lapped at the head of the man's cock. He refused to grimace at the taste- it wasn't the worst he'd tasted, after all- and tried to replace the image of the white-haired priest with one of his beautiful older brother.

As he slowly slid more and more of the man's length down his throat, he chose to ignore the way he didn't gag as badly as he would if he were sucking Itachi's huge cock. He bobbed his head quickly, imagining it was his elder brother urging him along by gently tugging on his hair. But Itachi would be so much harsher...

"You're awfully good at this," the priest muttered, slightly breathless. Sasuke blocked him out- his voice wasn't right at all- and continued the repetitive movement of his head, trying his hardest to push the man towards release. He wanted this to be over so he could get back to Takumi. He hoped the boy wasn't worrying too badly.

Sasuke took the man as deep as he could, bypassing his gag reflex with ease, and swallowed. The priest's grip in his hair tightened as his balls tensed up and he came deep in Sasuke's throat. The raven resisted the urge to gag and spit out the man's seed, and swallowed obediently, not wanting to anger him in any way.

"I think God might just forgive you for your sins after all," the priest said as Sasuke tucked him away and stood. Sasuke tried his hardest to smile as the priest patted him on the head.

"Until next time, Father," he murmured with a small smile, feeling much lighter already.

"Until next time."

With a small nod, Sasuke pattered out of the office and made his way back to the sanctuary. Takumi glanced up from his place on a pew to see Sasuke walking down the aisle, a small smile on his lips. He was so relieved to see Sasuke again, even though he couldn't have been gone for longer than five minutes.

"What did you have to do?" Takumi asked, though he already had a decent idea of what he did. Sasuke shrugged and reached out for Takumi's hand.

"It doesn't matter."

Upon entering the small house, Sasuke walked into the kitchen and Takumi wandered off into the living room. Sasuke sighed as he opened the fridge, dragging his eyes over the contents in the hope of finding something to make for dinner. His eyes stopped, however, when they spotted a strange-looking, small, black bottle with a little yellow sticky-note attached to it. Sasuke pulled the bottle out so he could read the writing scrawled across the paper.

Drink this.

-Itachi

Sasuke sighed and unscrewed the cap. Itachi must have stopped home while he and Takumi were off on their church trip to drop this off. Without even pausing for a moment, Sasuke tipped his head back and downed the whole bottle in three quick gulps. He gagged a little at the odd, acerbic flavor, but wiped at his mouth with the back of his hand and threw the bottle into the nearby trash can once he was done.

He had absolutely no idea of what it would do to him, of what effect it could possibly have, but he found it useless to question such things. Itachi wanted him alive, whether or not he was drugged, and it wasn't in Sasuke's place to ask unnecessary questions. It's not like he would even receive answers if he did.

"Sasuke?"

Sasuke pattered out of the kitchen and into the living room, smiling when he saw Takumi cuddled up underneath the comforter again, hardly paying attention to the commercials playing on the television. He sat down next to him and slid under the blanket as well.

"Whatcha watchin'?"

"I just now turned it on," Takumi mumbled. Memories from that morning flooded back as he felt Sasuke play with his hair, causing his face to go tomato red in no time flat. He used that same hand, too... Takumi's face flushed worse at this, a small squeak threatening to escape as Sasuke shifted slightly.

"What would you like for dinner?" Sasuke asked.

"A-Anything's fine," Takumi squeaked, his tummy tightening painfully as Sasuke inched his way closer. The raven looped an arm around the boy and pulled him closer.

"But I asked you," he said kindly, "so pick something."

Takumi took a shaky breath.

"S-Sushi kinda sounds good," he breathed. Sasuke made a noise of approval and squeezed Takumi's shoulder.

"That does sound good."

They lost themselves in the cartoon movie after that. It was something about buff blond men with superpowers, but Sasuke found he kept getting distracted. His body felt too hot, too uncomfortable, and he kicked the blanket away in an attempt to find relief, but it didn't help. His clothes felt constricting, like they were trying to suffocate him, so he, without even warning Takumi, lifted his shirt up and over his head then tossed it aside. The young boy's eyes widened and he gulped. Even though Sasuke's body was covered in scars and cuts and not the prettiest to look at because of this, Takumi still found seeing him this way kind of...nice. He choked back an odd noise from escaping its place deep in his throat.

"Is it hot in here, or is it just me?" Sasuke asked, his speech slightly slurred as he shifted uncomfortably on the couch. He felt like he was sweating all over.

"I'm fine," Takumi said, his voice quiet. Sasuke huffed. He was almost tempted to just take off his pants, but he didn't wear any underwear and didn't want to make Takumi uncomfortable. He groaned in annoyance.

"It's too fucking hot," he moaned, squirming again. Takumi's wide, curious eyes drifted to Sasuke's face and he saw the bright flush painting his glistening cheeks.

"Are you okay?"

Sasuke shook his head, turning his half-lidded gaze to the small boy.

"My whole body...feels so weird," he said, his voice much raspier than even a couple of minutes ago. His gaze lingered on the small body beside him for a moment too long before he forced himself to look elsewhere. What the hell did Itachi make him drink?

Around five minutes later, Sasuke found himself with a serious problem. He tried to ignore it at first, but as time ticked on it got more and more demanding. He shifted around, just trying to think of something else, but soon found he couldn't. He'd never been harder before in his life and found he just didn't care about anything but his throbbing cock at the moment.

He whined and threw his head back, shamelessly palming at the bulge in the front of his jeans, not giving any mind to Takumi. His mind was clouded over with a haze of overwhelming arousal and he just wanted relief. He palmed harder, bucking into his hand with a loud moan.

Takumi couldn't tear his eyes away from the sight of Sasuke openly touching himself, even if it was only over his pants, and felt a stirring in his own jeans the longer he watched him. Sasuke's eyes eventually drifted over to Takumi and he smirked, his eyes seemingly sizing Takumi up.

He noticed the way the boy was blushing and found it adorable. Adorable and...sexy. Incredibly sexy. Fuckable, even. Yeah...fuckable. Sasuke palmed himself harder, pleased when this earned a small whimper and a slight shifting under the blanket from Takumi.

"What's wrong?" Sasuke rasped, pulling the blanket out of the way with his free hand. He moaned quietly as he saw the little tent Takumi sported, then licked his lips. "Takumi...how about you help mommy out?"

The boy's eyes widened at the sound of Sasuke's voice. It reminded him so much of Itachi when he hurt him, and it scared him a good bit. His voice was so low and rough... But he trusted Sasuke. Sasuke wasn't bad. So after a moment, he nodded.

He scooted closer to the raven, but didn't have a chance to do much else before his lips were roughly claimed by a very horny Sasuke. He squeaked and tried to push him away, but he wasn't strong enough. Sasuke kissed him harshly, biting and nipping at his lower lip, though he still wasn't as rough as Itachi was. It just wasn't in his nature.

Somewhere deep in the back of his mind a voice screamed for him to stop, but his painfully hard cock and the tiny, whimpering body beneath him drowned out all logic. He wanted Takumi and he was going to have him.

He pulled away after a moment, taking in the wide-eyed and frightened child. He smiled almost drunkenly, his actions hardly seeming like his own anymore thanks to the drink Itachi left for him.

"You're so fucking hot," Sasuke whined, sucking hard at Takumi's neck and causing the boy to whimper softly.

"S-Stop," he whispered, his entire body shaking with fear. Was Sasuke going to hurt him too? Memories of that night in the car flooded his mind and made his shaking even worse. He thought he could trust Sasuke, and now this? "Please don't...h-hurt me," he choked, his eyes welling with burning tears.

As far gone as he was, Sasuke still managed to find it in himself to comfort the child. He brushed some of his sandy blond hair away from his face with a small sigh.

"I'll make it feel good," he slurred, his movements clumsy as he shoved his hand underneath Takumi's shirt. "I'm not as ruthless as Itachi." He gently tickled the soft skin of the boy's stomach, shuddering as Takumi's breath hitched and he arched towards the touch. With a small smirk, Sasuke leaned forward and dragged his tongue up Takumi's neck, stopping just behind his ear. He bit lightly at his earlobe then sucked it into his mouth, reveling in the tiny gasp he earned from the boy.

"I promise I'll make you cum," Sasuke whispered, his hot breath causing Takumi to shiver.

"Wh-What do you mean?"

"You remember when you touched yourself last night? When it felt best?" Takumi nodded. "Well I'll make you feel that way again, but even better this time."

Takumi shivered violently, just imagining that same feeling all over again. And even better?

"What do you say, Takumi?" Sasuke ran his hand up farther until he reached one of the boy's nipples. He twisted it gently, smirking when that earned him a small buck of Takumi's tiny hips and a breathy little moan. "Will you let mommy make you feel good?"

Takumi nodded, his eyes already feeling much too heavy under Sasuke's light and teasing touches. He knew he didn't have a choice in this, but Sasuke promised to make him feel good...

Sasuke pushed him down and crawled on top of him, not wasting another moment before he kissed him savagely. He grinded against the little body, moaning in relief at the small amount of friction.

Takumi tried his hardest to kiss back, but this was his first time kissing anyone. He was scared that he was messing up, but Sasuke didn't seem to mind much. He led Takumi's tongue on a lusty pace, playing with it and urging him along when he grew too hesitant. The slick and wet texture of Sasuke's tongue discouraged Takumi from fully engaging in the kiss, so he brought his hands up to thread them through Sasuke's silky hair to concentrate on something else. Sasuke's hair was so soft, and so were his lips once he stopped thinking about his tongue...

"Mh~"

"See, I told you I'd make you feel good," Sasuke whispered against his lips. He took one of Takumi's hands from his hair and intertwined their fingers, rubbing gentle circles into the side of his hand. Takumi looked up at Sasuke through half-lidded eyes, a small blush spreading across his cheeks. He looked so hot Sasuke couldn't bare it any longer.

"Wh-What are you-"

"Sh, it's okay. I won't hurt you, I promise. Just take off your shirt."

Takumi sat up and raised both his arms to help Sasuke remove his shirt, then rested on his elbows, letting Sasuke eye him openly. His dark eyes grazed over Takumi's small body, feverishly devouring the sight beneath him. Before he could think twice, his lips were covering Takumi's once again and his hands roamed over his bare chest freely.

Takumi moaned as Sasuke's fingers came in contact with both his bare nipples, twisting gently before moving down to grope the hard bulge in his pants. Takumi rolled his hips, gripping Sasuke's wrists for leverage as sharp spikes of pleasure assaulted his young body. Sasuke moaned at his responses and started sucking on his neck harshly, not caring for any marks he would leave. Takumi opened his legs to give Sasuke easier access, wrapping them around Sasuke's small waist to hold him closer as he grinded against him softly.

"Sasuke..."

"Take off your pants."

With a shy nod, Takumi let go of Sasuke and moved his shaking hands to the front of his pants and popped the button. Sasuke soon grew impatient with Takumi's sluggish pace and replaced the boy's hands with his own, practically ripping the pants off in his haste to see him naked. He dragged them, along with his boxers, over his hips and thighs, then jerked them over his ankles. He tossed them onto the floor beside his shirt and gave him a single second to loop his legs around his neck.

"Wait, w-"

"Shut up," Sasuke growled, lust overriding his desire to speak gently to Takumi. "I'm not gonna hurt you. This is gonna feel really good."

Without giving Takumi a chance to adjust to the new position, Sasuke ducked his head down and took all of the boy's hard little cock into his mouth. He bobbed his head quickly, sucking hard and fast, hoping for the loudest reaction from the little boy. Takumi couldn't control himself. What Sasuke was doing to him, it was something perfect, something he'd never experienced before. It was so much better than what Sasuke made it out to be! It was so much better than he could have ever imagined. His blood felt like it was boiling, his fingers gripped into the couch so deeply they ached, his throat hurt from how loud he was, and his hips wouldn't stop moving; he continually thrusted himself as deep as he could possibly reach down Sasuke's throat.

"Oh- Anh- S-Sasuke~" he tossed his head from side to side, his thrusts growing more and more frantic the deeper Sasuke hollowed his cheeks, the faster he flicked his tongue. Takumi felt his legs tighten dangerously around Sasuke's neck, and his grip on the raven's hair was near violent- but he couldn't help himself. He'd never felt so good in his entire nine years of life. No, he hadn't lived. Not until now. Not until Sasuke had took up his cock in his mouth and showed him how good he could feel.

It was so easy to tell Takumi was about to cum. His entire body jerked erratically and his screams echoed beautifully in the living room, easily drowning out the television. Sasuke pulled away from Takumi's twitching cock with a quiet wet noise, and, belatedly, reached for the remote to turn off the television.

"S-Sasuke! Please! Come back," Takumi whined. His hips gave the smallest jerk towards Sasuke's mouth. His entire body craved that wonderful feeling again, and he couldn't understand why he stopped.

Sasuke smirked lazily at the trembling, panting mess beneath him and shook his head.

"I'm gonna do something else now." Sasuke brought two of his own fingers to Takumi's mouth. "Just suck on them."

Takumi nodded and sucked on the fingers, lathering them in as much saliva as he could think to put in the heated moment. Sasuke pulled his fingers back and started sucking on them, enjoying the magnified taste of Takumi because of what Itachi had made him drink. He couldn't deny that he fucking loved it. His entire body felt alive, like every nerve ending was a thousand times more sensitive than ever before.

Sasuke slipped onto the floor and kneeled in front of Takumi, turning the child as he moved, then hiked Takumi's legs over his shoulders. The perfect, complete display of Takumi's little dick and ass was something he never expected to mesmerize him like it did. He slid his fingers along the inside of Takumi's thigh and teased his little pucker with the tips of them. Takumi jerked at the unexpected attention to his ass and looked down at Sasuke with wide eyes, slightly scared of what he was going to do. The raven only smirked at him as he applied light pressure to the boy's hole, trying to get it to cave and accept the first finger. Once his finger popped through the first ring of muscle and slid in farther, Sasuke nearly moaned at the tight heat clamping down around it. Just the thought of pounding into the boy's tight ass made his cock pulse with need.

Takumi tried to wiggle away from the intrusion at first. It didn't really hurt, but the sensation of something moving inside him like that was uncomfortable.

"Wh-Why are you d-" his sentence broke off into a scream when Sasuke's finger touched something wonderful deep inside his core.

With a satisfied smirk, Sasuke slid in the second finger, moaning quietly when Takumi accepted it without any resistance. Sasuke tried his hardest to angle his fingers just right. The boy's noises were absolutely addictive.

Takumi tightened his legs around Sasuke's shoulders, digging his heels into the bottom of the couch and humping Sasuke's fingers as quickly as he could move. Takumi whined loudly when Sasuke pulled out; he felt so empty without those fingers twisting and curling perfectly inside him.

With a flushed face and painfully hard cock, Sasuke easily decided he wanted to taste every part of Takumi he could reach. Takumi started to say something to him, but he couldn't hear him. He slid his head down until he buried his face in Takumi's ass, adoring the feeling of his soft, hard cock rubbing against his cheek, and jabbed his tongue inside Takumi's stretched hole.

If Takumi couldn't control himself earlier, then he wasn't even in his right mind now. He rolled his ass into Sasuke's face hard, trying to help him get as deep as he could. Sasuke's face scrunched in concentration and felt his cock twitch at Takumi's animalistic reaction. He wasn't as rough as Itachi, God no, but it was more than what the priest had even given him. Takumi's thrusting became frantic, barely matching the movement of Sasuke's tongue. He tore at Sasuke's hair, pushing his face down to meet his thrusts. Sasuke moaned at Takumi's harsh change in demeanor and allowed a hand to drift down his bare chest to pop the button of his pants, then slip beneath the hem.

Takumi was so loud and unrestrained, whining incoherently and rolling his hips frantically. The little discomfort he gave Sasuke was able to make him feel a little more horny than a few moments ago, but it wasn't good enough. It wasn't like with Itachi, but at least he found it in himself to enjoy this. He ignored the light amount of pre-cum spilling over the head of his dick, but the more Takumi yanked on his hair, the harder he thrusted, the louder he yelled kept building up his desire until he couldn't help but be close to the edge. Takumi was far ahead of him, choking on his moans, a small sliver of drool shining at the edge of his widely parted mouth.

"S-Sasuke! Please, please, ah~ Sasuke!"

Sasuke mewled into Takumi's ass, swirling his tongue and using more force to jab at the little ball inside him. He jerked his fist over his cock faster, barely faltering in giving Takumi the attention he screamed for.

"Sasuke."

I-Itachi?

Sasuke turned his head slightly, looking at his older brother through hazy eyes. He pulled his damp hand away from his cock- he wasn't allowed to touch himself, he knew that- and used both hands to part Takumi's ass more. The little boy cried out louder, panting with jagged breaths. Sasuke moaned deeper at the sight of Itachi watching him, and when his eyes fell to the little shadow on the crotch of his pants, he knew his brother was already half-hard and enjoying himself.

"I didn't expect it to be that effective," he purred, one eyebrow slightly raised. Sasuke pulled away from Takumi's ass and moaned at the sound of Itachi's voice.

"Aniki~"

"Sasuke!" Takumi wrapped his legs tighter around Sasuke's shoulders, begging him never to stop. Sasuke kissed from his knee and slowly up the inside of his thigh to lap at the head of Takumi's hard cock. He started for Takumi's ass again when the boy pulled at his hair sharply enough, but Itachi's demanding voice stopped him immediately.

"Don't." Sasuke quirked an eyebrow, but pulled back again. Takumi whined and opened his eyes, beginning to register Itachi's presence. "I remember when I found him...I fucked him in the car, hard. His ass was so tight, Sasuke, it felt so good...so tight...he kept clenching down on my dick so hard I almost had to pull out...but I didn't, and I'm glad. He's such a good fuck, baby brother." Itachi paused for a moment, watching how Sasuke trembled in response to his words. "He was so hot."

Itachi smirked at the panting mess he turned Sasuke into. The younger raven turned back to the sweating and needy little boy splayed on the couch for his taking. He would probably let him, too. Sasuke didn't think twice after what Itachi said to him. He was too painfully hard, too aroused by Itachi watching, and too turned on by the precious boy beneath him. He pushed Takumi until he was lying properly on the couch, then climbed up and settled between his legs; Takumi quickly wrapped his legs around Sasuke's waist, not even really understanding what was happening but not wanting to stop. Sasuke said he would make him feel good, and he had. Sasuke said he would make him feel even better, and he had. He trusted him. He wanted this. He fucking wanted Sasuke to do anything he wanted to because he knew it would feel good. Sasuke stroked himself a few times to spread the pre-cum, only having half a mind to give Takumi some form lubrication.

"This'll hurt, but...I swear it'll feel better than anything you've ever felt before," Sasuke whispered huskily. He couldn't wait anymore, couldn't take anymore. He needed to fuck Takumi now.

"Just- Please," the boy moaned.

He barely heard Itachi chuckle from his place far to the side. This was an entirely unexpected surprise, and Itachi couldn't say that he liked surprises, but this one...well, he had to admit it was a pretty damn good sight to come home to: seeing his baby brother devour Takumi's ass had been much more of a turn on than he initially wanted. He leaned against the wall near the front door and watched, content being a spectator.

"Ah, shit, Takumi," Sasuke hissed in a high voice as he began to push through the first ring. He gripped Takumi's hips with more force than necessary, causing the small body to whimper and hold onto Sasuke's wrists.

"St-Stop!"

Sasuke pushed himself farther until only the last few inches remained. Takumi bit his lip, shaking and reaching for Sasuke's neck. Delirious, Sasuke didn't know how to respond other than to allow the boy to pull him close and nuzzle into his chest while the elder of the two hummed in the back of his throat, enjoying how hot and tight Takumi's ass was. Itachi was right. He would be an amazing fuck, one Sasuke would undoubtedly want to experience with frequency. He reached up a hand and brushed Takumi's hair from his sweaty brow and shushed him, kissing his clenched eyelids.

"It's okay, Takumi," he whispered. "Just breathe. You'll be fine once you get used to it."

Takumi nodded and held Sasuke tighter but rested his head back on the plush cushions. It hurt so much more than the good had felt; shots of pain coursed up Takumi's lower back, embedding themselves deep in his ass and spine. He whimpered quietly and almost asked Sasuke to pull out when he kissed him again. Sasuke didn't like seeing Takumi sad like this. Drugged as he was, he still loved this boy and wanted to protect him as best he could. He melded their lips together, gentler than before for the sake of making him feel safe, and moved his hands to hold Takumi's face softly, rubbing circles into his cheeks with barely noticeable pressure.

He did his best to keep his lower half as still as possible under the circumstances; although, he really just wanted to fuck him until his throat was raw. No, he'd never topped before, but...he wanted to feel that power, know what it was like to reduce someone else to that familiar mess of wanton moans. So far, he really enjoyed it, that tight heat clamping down around him. He dug his knees into the cushions, doing everything he could just to stay still.

"You're so hot, Takumi," he murmured, moving to lick at the shell of his ear.

Takumi let out another sound at Sasuke's careful attention and rolled his hips the slightest, not even meaning to, and cried out. Sasuke took it as the sign to move, even though Takumi whimpered inaudibly for Sasuke to stop. It hurt so bad he couldn't speak right. How did Sasuke enjoy this? How was this supposed to feel better? He just wanted Sasuke to use his tongue again, because obviously he couldn't find that same-

"Oh God!" he rasped, his voice already failing.

This was so much better than when he touched himself, than Sasuke's fingers, than Sasuke's tongue. The pleasure felt so good it overrode all of the pain. There was only that amazing pleasure with every stroke, the hot and fuzzy twisting in his gut as he got closer and closer to that high place, this one higher than last night if that were even possible.

Sasuke moved his hands to hold Takumi's waist and helped him match the rhythm he'd set. He was clumsy, but the noises he made and the sheer tight heat encasing him made up for that ten times over. Sasuke had never felt anything like this before, not his dick in an ass, and he found himself sad to say that. He let Takumi take over his own movements and brought both of his hands to tear at his scalp, yanking at his hair and arching his back as he thrust harder and deeper into the little body he towered above.

Takumi tried to cry out Sasuke's name, tried to beg him to move faster and harder, but all that came out were inhuman noises. His throat was so raw from his absolute screaming. He reached for Sasuke again, looking for some way to get Sasuke to hit him hard, to hit that spot every single time. Sasuke leaned over Takumi and pressed the bodies close together, slowing down their pace just a fraction so he could reach down and fist Takumi's cock. Takumi's eyes rolled into the back of his head at this and he dug his nails into Sasuke's back, breaking skin easily. Sasuke moaned at the small pain and stroked his cock faster, fucking Takumi harder with every thrust that brought him closer to release.

Takumi reached his dry orgasm first, his hips jerking erratically as Sasuke pounded into his ass, harshly massaging his prostate in just the right way to throw him over the edge. He raked his nails across Sasuke's back, which was the act that sent him to release. He stilled and filled Takumi to bursting with his searing cum, gasping for air as wave after wave of this stunning orgasm berated him senseless. He groaned and collapsed on top of Takumi, careful not to crush the little boy, and squeezed his eyes shut, searching for air. Takumi was equally as breathless, wedging his arms between their chests to relieve the pressure so he could take in full breaths. He felt like he was floating, like he was honestly and truthfully weightless. There wasn't Itachi, the house, the television, the couch, it was just Takumi and Sasuke basking in this perfect ecstasy. Too quickly, he lost consciousness before he could think to wrap his arms around Sasuke's neck and bring him in for a gracious kiss.

After several moments, Sasuke picked himself up and gave Itachi a lopsided smile with half-lidded eyes. Even with a flaccid and spent cock, he still felt the small sparks of arousal quickly recharging his stamina. He wouldn't be finished until Itachi had his way with him- more specifically, until Sasuke impaled himself on Itachi's huge dick and felt that pretty little knife cut obtuse angles into his bruised skin. He was just itching to be hurt again.

"Come here," Sasuke said.

He wiggled a finger at Itachi, gesturing for him to come closer. Itachi uncrossed his arms and strode across the small space between them to capture Sasuke's lips with his own, biting and sucking harshly. Sasuke let out a sharp gasp and picked himself up, slowly pulling out of Takumi, until he was on his knees and Itachi bent over to kiss him. Sasuke reached a hand up and laced his fingers through Itachi's long and loose jet black tresses, tugging at them needily. Itachi brought his hands to the long scrapes on Sasuke's back, courtesy of Takumi, and dragged his fingernails through the shallow grooves. Sasuke gasped and arched his back, now moving his lips feverishly. His cock twitched at the pain, at the attention Itachi gave him, and he knew it wouldn't be long until he was fully hard again. Whatever Itachi had made him drink, plus fucking Takumi like that, and then coming off that high to be met with this was a combination Sasuke knew he would obsess over for many nights to come.

Itachi picked Sasuke up, who wrapped his legs tightly around the elder's waist, and carried him to their bedroom, still sucking and biting at his lips. He kicked the door shut behind them and pinned Sasuke's back against it.

"You better hold on tight," Itachi said through a smirk.

He pulled out his pocket knife and pressed it to the inside of Sasuke's quivering thigh. Slowly, so slowly, he slid the blade up and through his skin, parting the scarred, milky flesh; the first few cuts like these took several moments to bleed, but the blood dripped liberally when they did. Sasuke dug his nails into Itachi's shoulders, hanging on for dear life and arching deeply into the cool touch of the blade. He grinded their erections together, Sasuke's cock now on the verge of being soaked with a generous amount of pre-cum. Itachi tossed the knife onto the nightstand quickly, pulled Sasuke away from the door, then fell onto the bed with his baby brother squirming beneath him desperately.

"Spread your legs nice and wide for your Aniki," Itachi growled.

Sitting up halfway, Sasuke parted his legs as far as he could stretch and smiled at Itachi with the most slutty expression he had in his drugged state. Fucking Takumi may have felt good, but he couldn't wait to feel the familiar burning stretch of his big brother filling him to his absolute limit.

"Itachi-nii...come on."

With a small, amused chuckle, Itachi leaned down and captured Sasuke's lips harshly, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth and biting down until he tasted blood. Sasuke's eyes flitted shut and he moaned, arching his back from the bed in hopes of gaining friction against his painfully throbbing cock.

The cut on Sasuke's thigh bled heavily now, staining the pristine sheets beneath them a deep crimson, and Itachi trailed his hands through the mess of blood pooling on and around the wound. Sasuke whimpered helplessly as he felt that first blood-slicked finger nudging at his twitching hole. He had half a mind to tell Itachi to take him without preparation, but before he had a chance to do so two fingers were knuckle-deep inside him.

Sasuke arched again, clawing at Itachi's back for leverage as he finger-fucked him mercilessly, not giving him a single moment to adjust.

"A-Ahh-Aniki!" Sasuke threw his arms up and tore at the headboard.

Itachi forced a third finger alongside the other two, earning an ear-splitting mewl from his writhing little brother. He didn't even attempt to find Sasuke's prostate; his only goal was to loosen him as quickly as possible so he could fuck him within an inch of his life. Watching Sasuke fuck Takumi had riled him up more than he expected it to. He knew it would happen- it was a very strong aphrodisiac, he'd made sure of it- but he assumed Sasuke would have just raped the boy. Itachi was almost jealous, though he'd be the last to admit such a thing. Takumi's small, willing body gave Sasuke pleasure only Itachi was allowed to give.

"You little whore," Itachi hissed, a cruel, completely sadistic sneer curling the edges of his lips. "Did you like fucking Takumi's tight little ass?"

Sasuke nearly screamed as Itachi crammed a fourth finger inside his already-filled ass, forcing his body to stretch painfully to accommodate the intrusion.

"Did it feel better than this?" Itachi twisted his fingers, harshly scraping his nails against Sasuke's inner walls. The younger screamed at the top of his lungs and shook his head wildly, throwing his hands back down to sink his nails deeper into Itachi's back as his mind and body were overloaded by the terrible- amazing- pain. He drew his knees together and screamed to the ceiling, just dying to cum already.

"N-No!" he cried, rocking his hips back to force Itachi's unforgiving fingers deeper. "Oh God, fuck, fuck- no!"

Itachi withdrew his fingers quickly, earning a dejected moan from the shivering raven beneath him. Sasuke's chest rose and fell quickly as he tried to recover from being fingered so harshly, but then mewled quietly as Itachi leaned back to unbuckle his pants and pull out his cock.

"Nii-san..." Sasuke moaned, gyrating his hips and biting his lip as he threw his arms above his head. He laughed a short, breathless little laugh as he watched Itachi stroke himself quickly. "Mm...fuck me hard, big brother." He once again spread his legs as far as he could, beckoning Itachi closer with his half-lidded, sultry gaze.

Itachi chuckled and resumed his previous position above his slutty baby brother, his cock nudging at the teen's stretched hole. Blood from the wound on Sasuke's thigh served as lubricant once again, and Sasuke hissed as his brother harshly squeezed the split flesh, trying to get more of it.

Itachi slicked his cock with the crimson liquid, moaning quietly at the small pleasure he felt doing such a barbarous thing. Sasuke shivered underneath his big brother; he knew he was in for it.

"I think you need to be punished, Sasuke," Itachi murmured as he slowly pushed into Sasuke's tight heat. It swallowed him up effortlessly and Sasuke gasped loudly as Itachi barely brushed against his prostate. Sasuke's thighs trembled as the burning pain of being stretched so wide overtook his entire mind. Nothing could compare to this. Nothing.

"You're mine."

"Y-Yours!" Sasuke gasped, his hands flying to grip Itachi's loose hair and voice nearly giving out on him as Itachi began a bestial pace. Sasuke's entire body jolted with the power of Itachi's bruising thrusts and his head slammed against the headboard repeatedly. He tried his hardest to move in rhythm with Itachi, but he simply couldn't- not with how hard he was being fucked.

Itachi groaned and panted as he dug his nails into Sasuke's hips, breaking pale skin. Thick beads of blood flowed over Sasuke's jutting hip bones only to pool on the sheets beneath them, adding to the growing bloodstain around his upper leg. The younger raven began to feel slightly dizzy from blood loss and the repetitious slamming of his head against the wooden headboard, but he was too lost in pleasured agony to voice his complaints.

Sasuke moaned weakly, his climax building and building in his lower stomach until he was certain he was about to cum so hard he'd black out- but Itachi clamped pale fingers around the base of his bobbing erection, refusing to give Sasuke his ultimate pleasure.

"I-Itachi," Sasuke choked, writhing under the cruel hands of his sadistic older brother. "Please, p-please let me cum!"

"But you just came, Sasuke," Itachi rasped, slowing down the pace of his hips to a pace so unhurried it nearly had Sasuke sobbing. "You came inside that little boy...why should I let you cum again?"

Sasuke's eyes widened and his entire back rose off the bed as Itachi deliberately rubbed against his prostate, his hand still firmly clamped around the base of Sasuke's pulsing cock. Sasuke was reduced to tortured moans as he teetered so close to the edge, but unable to reach that highest peak because of Itachi's flat out refusal.

"I-I'm sorry!" Sasuke sobbed, writhing desperately as Itachi's cock massaged his prostate perfectly again and again. "P-Please, big brother, I l-love you, I-I'm sorry, please, please!"

With a small, satisfied chuckle, Itachi unwound his pale fingers from Sasuke's swollen cock and picked up the pace of his hips once more. Sasuke screamed his climax almost immediately, his cock spurting rope after rope of hot cum onto their connected bodies. His ass's vice-like clenching around Itachi's cock was enough to trigger the elder's climax as well, and he came with a hoarse shout that was muffled by biting Sasuke's wounded, wrapped shoulder until that lovely copper taste burst inside his mouth.

Sasuke mewled weakly as his ass was filled to the brim with Itachi's cum and his shoulder buzzed with a small bit of numbed pain. His entire body felt light and airy, likely due to blood loss and his recent orgasms, and perhaps even a mild concussion. His eyes quickly fluttered shut as he felt the elder pull out of his abused entrance, and he found sleep not long after.

Itachi's breaths were harsh and ragged as he sat back to survey the damage he'd inflicted. He smirked as he saw the deep gash on Sasuke's thigh, but his smirk faltered once he realized how much blood he'd truly lost. Without giving it much more thought, Itachi stood and fetched a roll of gauze from the bathroom before quickly rejoining his sleeping baby brother on their bed. He wrapped Sasuke's wound carefully and briefly considered cleaning it before deciding the steady stream of blood probably flushed out any bacteria.

As he laid down next to his baby brother, wrapping a possessive arm around him and pulling him as close as he could, a disturbing thought played through his mind.

What would you do if you lost him?

Daelyn: Personally, I don't see the SasuTaku fluff as pedophilia. I don't imagine Sasuke has matured much beyond Takumi's own age because of his own mental instabilities and the shit he's gone through. If anything, the ItaSasu is pedophilia because of this. Sasuke has no decent judgment, no correct idea of what love, respect, or boundaries are, nor does he have the slightest inkling of how wrong what he's doing with Itachi or Takumi is. He's a little kid up here. *taps head* He hasn't grown up at all. Anyway, that's just my personal diagnosis of a fraction of Sasuke's present mental state. XD No, it's not a justification of the technical pedophilia going on in this chapter between Sasuke and Takumi; it's honestly how I feel about Sasuke, and probably how most clinical practitioners of the psychological sort (or anyone with some small knowledge of the development of the human brain) would feel about him.

"Mmmm lil boi. Lemme feel you up," the priest said. He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively and thrust his hips in mockery of what he wanted to do to Takumi's bum. Takumi whimpered then sunk to his knees in front of the priest and suckled on his holy ochinchin.

"Tastes like the blood of Christ," Takumi moaned, suckling harder.

"Allow the love of God to flow down your sinful throat," the priest mewled, thrusting his hips with abandon as he plowed the boy's heathen throat. "The holiness of my semen will cleanse you of your sins." Daelyn: The real Eucharist no one talks about.

Hookers aren't worth as much as real people.

"Yes, Father-sama-san-kun-dono," Sasuke said. Daelyn: He's covering his bases.

Cody: *reads Daelyn writing about Sasuke and Takumi holding hands* "SEEEEE. THIS CHAPTER IS REALLY FLUFFY AND THEN THEIR FIRST TIME*tildas*"

Daelyn: *cackles* "Now I have to pee." *leaves*

Cody: o n o