Title: Rain

Author: Mitzrael (Saya-Mitzra)

Series: Naruto

Pairing: Itachi/Sasuke

Genre: AU, Angst, Drama

Rating: T R/ NC-17

Warnings: angst, sexual intercourse (not detailed in this chapter though)

Disclaimer: Masashi Kishimoto is the original creator.

Summary: He was not meant to be, yet, his sole existence made Itachi go as far as leaving him behind and more. Debts, allegiances, furtive pacts, dirty secrets...As rain pours down, is there any hope for innocence in the mist of such insanity?

Rain

Chapter I: Meant to be

There are times when you wish your life was different.

I have wished, at least a couple of times like most people, being alone.

However, for a thirteen years old boy I really didn’t expect it to happen.

Much less to see our parents bodies in such disgusting and traumatic way.

Little I knew that it was only the beginning of much worst deeds...

“You were never meant to be born.”- He said, his face blank, his eyes piercing the boy’s soul before him.

“What did you say?” - The teen managed to say without chocking, his eyes already watery.

It didn’t really help that it was mid-winter, the window of the room both of them were currently sharing was also half-opened and the cold reality felt so real that instead of just tears falling the younger man’s face, they fell like frozen diamonds, cold and cruel, tiring even so slightly his already pained expression.

Silence filled the room interrupted by soundless snowflakes trespassing trough the opened window and the soft whistles of an upcoming snow storm advancing towards the village, until the older of them dared to speak again.

“Tell me, have you ever wondered why Fugaku didn't love you as he was supposed to?” – came the almost cynical question capturing his only victim.

Pained eyes and a gasp followed shortly. He had thought about it for many years yet no good enough reason had seemed to make sense besides the one talking. His brother.

Tearful eyes frowned and his face contorted to reflect his tortured and abused mind.

“No.”-pause- “I didn't have to, you were the reason. You were his favorite”– He shouted heartedly trying to advance towards his tormentor to no avail. His legs felt too weak and couldn’t carry him any further.

He fell at his feet not bothering on the aspect he carried anymore. The red and white silk fabric of his luxurious embroidered kimono spread around his, now frail, body. The loosen collar had slide on his left shoulder, revealing porcelain white skin and major part of his finely sculpted chest showed itself trough the opening.

“Hm. Stupid man.”-He snorted in disdain- “But yes, I was his favorite, his prodigy, weren't I?”- He asked in a rhetoric way while graciously bending his body down to eyes level of the pitiful sight before him.

His right hand rises in a fast sharp movement making the crying teen flinched as if expecting to be hit. Yet, no blow happened. Skilled fingers were now playing with the silk kimono, playing some sort of unknown dramatic rhythm, until they reached the red collar and stopped. They both held their breath.

“Still, there was another reason.”- came a whisper, almost playful, it carried a secret the other party didn’t want to hear of.

“Stop it Itachi, I know there's no other reason.”- The boy denied closing his eyes with all the might he can pull out as if it would also close his ears.

“Stop making up illusions I won't fell for them.”- He whispered weaker, his rush of will quickly departing his side.

The man beside him chuckled softly; he cringed wanting no more than escape the whole confrontation.

“Oh, aren't you being too proud Outouto?”- Itachi smirked sliding his fingers down his chin to lift his brother’s face up to his.

“Such arrogance when you know so little.” – He released in a knowledgeable tone. He knew all too well Sasuke would feel so much worst in a few more seconds, and he was truly enjoying every single bit out of it.

As he had expected Sasuke’s body was now trembling, he was breaking him, yet again.

“You have questioned their deaths before, why not question your...”-started Itachi but he was promptly interrupted by a chocked cry coming from his brother’s mouth.

“I know you killed them and I'm here to get my revenge! Nothing more, nothing less now shut up and get serious!”- He shouted above his previous whispers to Itachi’s very own enjoyment.

Once again, his brother was an open-book and he had expected this futile strike.

“Ah... Foolish little brother, I am but always serious.”- The elder retorted ignoring the now stronger convulsions of his younger relative as his left hand fingers suddenly touched the soft throat, softly sliding down the partially opened fabric, passing over his little brother Adam apple, caressing his collar bone towards his milky chest.

“Now, why would they give to birth to another child if, like you said I was all they needed?”- Itachi liked twisting words to make his point, he liked the way those very same words made doubt surface on other’s features, and above all, he loved how they helped him get what he wanted from innocent Sasuke.

When no answer came from his brother his right hand snapped from his chin and forcefully captured his jaws. He starved for Sasuke’s desperation; he wanted a reply from him by all means and Sasuke knew it.

“I don't know, And, I don't care either...”- he finally murmured not willing to let Itachi feed of his turmoil. He had learnt it the hard way but Itachi was no angel, he knew that much, and Itachi always wanted more of him, as if he never had enough of his tormented pleads.

“Hang on there little brother. Yes, look at me now. Look at my lips as they spoke the truth. You were never meant to be born.” He said so softly that it appeared as he had meant the opposite. Had Sasuke truly hear that?

“He didn't want nor wish for another child. You were...how do they call it? Oh yes, a mistake.” He gave the final blow smiling softly and giving a quick small peck on his victim’s cheek.

“Isn't that a real pity Sasuke? How could a mistake like you be here standing so proud defending the last breath of, a once, oh so noble and powerful bloodline? Save me your pathetic self.”

“Fugaku never found out the truth either; but, you see, he had some doubts. It wasn’t that Mikoto was to whore herself out, still...something happened.”

There was a seemingly endless silence while his mind tried to process everything said. Itachi stopped speaking; they were both looking onto each other although Sasuke’s eyes didn’t focus on him but rather on his old self. When he still smiled at him.

“You happened.”- He whispered in his ear smirking to himself in such a devilish way that the soft yet cold flesh of his lips brushed softly against the youngster’s skin, sending a chill down his spine and his whole body shivered.

The broken boy’s mind seemed to die right there. Suddenly his back hit the perfectly clean floor. The body of the oldest man was now above my own, pressing hard against his groin. One of his hands over his chest, the other one closing over his throat, almost cutting the air supply to his lungs which he had no doubt would happen given the case, and his lips…

His lips on his. Burning. Teasing. Until the suddenly pressed full force ravishing his own. Melting the ice inside Sasuke’s soul, breaking the glimpse of the remaining will to live that still drove him.

‘How did I come to this point?’ he found asking himself with the remaining of a coherent train of thought. It was hard, not only because of Itachi’s previous cruel abuse and torment, but because of those waves of sinful pleasure threatening to take over his whole being in a matter of a claps of hands.

‘It all started height years ago, when our parents died in obscure circumstances.’

He mentally sighed, his mind was far too exhausted, his will was beyond broken, and his body…

‘I can now remember clearly when Itachi spoke to me for the first time after the incident.’

Itachi’s hands were now sliding down the obi of his silk kimono. Sasuke did not protest, he barely ever did that anymore, but it used to happen. This time however, he held no resistance and although his face started to get flustered, his eyes were blank, devoided of the craving for the act unfolding before and, on him.

--

“You know Sasuke, the future is unpredictable...” - He told me in a soft whisper.

I looked back into his eyes, holding hope as I waited for words of wisdom. Something I always expected to get from my older brother.

“..but, there are ways to control its outcome. If you plan it properly. “– He finally added without giving me a single glance.

He then turned around and walked away.

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‘That day, Itachi left me. If only I had known that my family’s death was only the beginning of much worst deeds to come...’

An unwanted moan escaped Sasuke’s mouth as he closed his eyes, wanting no more than denying this reality he was compelled to live with. He still felt those cold fingers, now warmer due to the friction between both their bodies, trailing his flesh, scratching his skin here and there. And those talented lips leaving butterflies trails along his neck, bringing up his body temperature and making his lungs close.

‘If only I had known...’

Silk no longer clung on his body and although the opened window registered in his mind as still being opened, only by mere chance, he no longer felt cold. Warm wetness appeared down his legs and the tip of what he knew could only be Itachi’s pressed against his entrance.

‘...Would I have planned this future as well?’

A grunt mixed with a low, deep moan escaped his mouth. Itachi added pressure on his throat, a habit he had adopted in the past to keep Sasuke on check when penetrating him. Not like he needed it anymore but maybe it just made it all the more pleasurable.

‘Tell me, Itachi...’

This story is going to be an AU, although I haven’t decided on the “setting time” yet... modern era or some older setting? I have it sorted out for both cases but i just can’t make my mind about which one to pick XD. Suggestions, comments? Review please ! And I shall keep on.