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Addicted to the Wrong Thing	By : stephfarrow94 Category: Naruto AU/AR > General Views: 1755 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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A/N This chapter contains non-graphic rape.
Just a few days later, Izuna wanted to scream in anger as Madara walked through the door with yet another man for sex. Madara didn't even know most of the people he brought home with him! Izuna glared, his eyes narrowed and his jaw clenched. He was clenching and unclenching his fists hard enough to leave marks and draw a small amount of blood from his palms.
From his hiding spot by the stair railings, Izuna watched as Madara led the man up the stairs and into the older Uchiha’s bedroom and closed the door behind them. Once the loud cries and moans of Madara begun, Izuna stormed away from his hiding place and into the living room, turning the television on and trying to drown out the loud, infuriating noises from his brother.
“Stop fucking your life up, aniki…” Izuna muttered to himself as he curled up on the couch, clenching and unclenching his fists.
Izuna tried to focus on the show he was watching and finally, after a long time of silence from Madara’s bedroom, Izuna knew his brother was asleep. The man he had brought home was still in the house and that frightened Izuna -- Madara had already brought home some people that had attempted to touch Izuna while Madara was out cold, and it was only lucky that Izuna, with his skinny, tiny body, was a very fast and agile runner.
Izuna turned the television off and quietly crept back to his room, trying not to draw attention to himself. As the younger Uchiha passed his brother’s door he heard the man inside groaning. Izuna frowned and, worried for his brother’s safety, pushed the door open. He didn’t know what he would be able to do, but he wanted to be able to do something to protect his brother. What Izuna saw made his blood boil with both anger and fear; the man was inside Madara, fucking him as he was unconscious.
“…!” Izuna looked down at his feet, sorrow quickly drowning out all of his other emotions - did Madara know he was still being fucked even when he was passed out? Izuna sniffed, tears running down his cheeks.
The man turned at the sound of the sniff and stared at Izuna for a few seconds before a sick grin appeared on his face. He pulled out of the older Uchiha and jumped off the bed, grinning as he approached Izuna slowly, almost like one would approach a frightened, dangerous animal.
“Hello.” He smirked, a hint of lust in his voice. He reached down and pulled his pants up from the ground and put them back on. “Want me to fuck you like I’ve fucked your brother?”
Izuna shook his head rapidly as he tried to back away from this man. “No… Nii-san…”
“He won’t wake up.” The man chuckled, only ever stepping closer to the small Uchiha. “He’s out for the count. Let me have some fun with you; it’s no fun if I can’t hear the noises.”
“Nii-san!” Izuna cried out, frightened; Izuna had backed up so much he had cornered himself against the opposite wall. “Nii-san, help!”
Izuna let the tears of terror spill over as the man lunged at him and knocked him to the ground. The Uchiha could only curl up in a weak attempt at protecting himself. The man picked Izuna up by the arm, snarling at him.
“Where is your room?” He demanded. Izuna raised his arm weakly and he shook violently in fear as he pointed to the room next to Madara’s; he was too frightened to disobey the man who was now holding him by his hair. “Good. You’re not to tell your brother about this, either.”
Izuna whimpered in pain and fear as he was dragged into his bedroom and thrown to the ground. He tried to hide his tears by covering his face with his hands, but the man had grabbed Izuna’s hands and tore them away. Next, he stood up and grabbed some scissors that were sitting on Izuna’s desk and, without warning, he stabbed the younger Uchiha through both of his hands, pinning them to the floor.
Izuna screamed in pain, kicking his legs out behind him. Tears ran in rivers down his face as he shook violently, and all he could do was scream and cry in pain and fear; screaming desperately for his brother to rescue him.
“I told you before!” The man snapped at Izuna, aiming a kick into Izuna’s side. “He’s not going to wake up! The fucking idiot knocks himself out on purpose! Besides, even if he were awake, what do you think he’d do? Do you honestly think he would care?”
Izuna frowned amongst his tears and whimpers of agony. Of course Madara would care! …Right? …Maybe…
The man laughed at Izuna’s turmoil. “Who can you count on when you can’t even count on your big brother? Let me tell you this, kid: your brother is a good-for-nothing little fucking-bag whose only talent is sucking cock!”
“Don't talk about my aniki like that!” Izuna screamed, he was in so much pain, but to Izuna his brother being talked about like that hurt worse than any physical wounds ever could. Izuna tried to glare but he recoiled when he was slapped in the face. The poor kid didn’t need any more pain right now.
Izuna’s eyes welled up with more tears again at the slap, but once the man leant down in front of his face and pulled his member out of his pants, shoving it into Izuna’s face, Izuna screamed in terror, his tears doubling.
The man grabbed Izuna by his ponytail and pulled his face right up against the throbbing flesh. Izuna sobbed, trying to drool as much as he could once the flesh was placed into his mouth to get rid of the horrid taste, but that wasn’t doing very much; the taste was the most disgusting thing Izuna had ever had in his mouth… and the smell – Izuna wanted to throw up at the mere smell of the filthy organ.
Izuna was forced to deep-throat the disgusting piece of meat for several minutes, and as much as Izuna choked and gagged on it he was thankful that so far, his entrance hadn’t been touched. Though once it was removed from the Uchiha’s mouth and the man moved around behind Izuna, Izuna screamed yet again in absolute agony and terror; he wasn’t ready to give away his virginity, especially not to some disgusting man his brother had brought home for a quick fuck.
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Madara woke up just a few hours later with one hell of a throbbing headache. He groaned at the pain in his backside and moved to sit up when he felt someone cuddled up against his back. He froze (in what Madara would never admit was fear. What was someone doing sleeping in his bed? He was well aware that once he was passed out the men he brought home would get into his drugs and then leave; none of them ever stayed with Madara, because all he was to them was a whore.
“Nii-san…?” The someone else in Madara’s bed spoke with a soft, frightened voice - so it was Izuna cuddled up against him?
“What are you doing, Izuna?” Madara growled, annoyed, and shoved Izuna away roughly, trying to put some distance between them, hating such close proximity.
Madara pushed his younger brother off of him roughly before standing up and grabbing a pre-rolled joint from the bedside table, placing it in his mouth and holding the lighter underneath. He glared at Izuna as he took a puff. Or at least he did until he noticed the blood-soaked bandages wrapped around his younger brother’s hands.
“What did you do, Otouto?” Madara asked, placing his joint down on the bedside table and sitting back down on the bed beside Izuna, grabbing at the hands to inspect them.
Izuna hissed in pain as Madara unrolled the wrappings carelessly, and he could only look away when his bloodied hands showed literal holes in the middle of both palms – so large that you could see through them like a circle-shaped cookie cutter.
“That man hurt me…” Izuna whispered, tears welling back up in his eyes again at the memory. He tried to move closer to Madara for warmth, but it hurt way too much. “He raped me, aniki…”
Madara raised an eyebrow and just pushed Izuna away once more. “You’re lying.”
Izuna whimpered and shook his head desperately. “No, I'm not, nii-san! I swear!”
Madara snarled and slapped Izuna across the face before standing up again and storming out of the bedroom, leaving a confused and very hurt Izuna in his wake.
Izuna could only watch as Madara left him alone with injuries that needed serious medical attention.
“Stupid otouto…” Madara hissed to himself before punching a hole in the hallway wall. He screamed out in anger and grabbed a vase, throwing it to the ground. He ignored it as it smashed into tiny little fragments. “He should know not to lie about things like that! Fuck!”
Madara screamed – literally screamed – he threw himself at the mirror standing at the end of the hallway, not wanting to see his angry reflection. He didn't care that the shards had cut him up; he just didn't want to see himself. He threw another punch at some of the glass that had stayed in the frame, not even aware of the blood or pain he felt as the glass dug deep into his hands.
He wasn’t even aware of the large gash on his throat that was bleeding badly, but once his punches begun to lose their strength and everything started to fade he knew something was wrong. He called out weakly for Izuna, but everything had gone black.
When Izuna arrived almost immediately to his brother’s command, he screamed as he found Madara lying unconscious in a pool of blood and glass. He ran to the nearest phone, calling the hospital and begging for an ambulance to hurry up and arrive.
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“He’s going to be okay.” Izuna sighed in relief as the doctor spoke to him just an hour later. “Your brother has sustained many cuts and gashes and we’ve had to remove a lot of glass from his hands and right side but, apart from that, he’ll be fine.”
“What about his neck?” Izuna whispered; his worst fear was his brother’s neck – what had terrified Izuna the most was seeing that huge shard of glass just sticking out of Madara’s neck, stained red from all of the blood.
“We’ve stitched it up and placed a bandage on his neck but he will have to come back in a few weeks’ time to have the stitching removed.” The doctor smiled. “Try not to remove the bandages until we say so because it will help his throat heal and prevent infections.”
Izuna nodded and looked down at his own bandaged hands, tears welling up in his eyes. “Can I see my nii-san?”
The doctor nodded, a stoic expression soon crossing his face. “Yes. But first, could I talk to you in my office?”
Izuna bit his lip but nodded. He knew what the doctor wanted; the doctor wanted to ask about the bruises on Izuna’s face. He had had it before with his school teachers, and because of the trust he had in them they became aware of everything. Abusing that trust, Izuna had arrived home to find Madara being investigated by Child Protection Services. Izuna knew that it had only been sheer luck that the case had been closed – there was so much evidence against Madara – but Izuna loved his brother too much to have tuned him in on purpose.
Once Izuna and the doctor were settled in the office, the doctor struck with twenty-questions.
“Did your brother give you those bruises on your face?” He asked, pointing at one large handprint on Izuna’s forehead.
Izuna shook his head, wiping at his tears that were slowly leaking down his cheeks. He wasn’t technically lying; only a couple were from Madara, but most of them had been inflicted today by that man. So what if his brother hit him? It didn't matter! Izuna knew that deep down Madara still loved him but couldn’t get over his best friends’ death -- Madara had to get his anger and pain out somehow, right?
“Are you sure?” The doctor asked with a raised eyebrow, and Izuna could tell that he didn’t believe the Uchiha. “Just looking at them from here I can see that several of them are bigger handprints than the others. I believe you when you said it was that man, but you only mentioned one man…”
Izuna shook his head again. “It… it wasn’t my brother…”
“You have no parents, correct?” Izuna nodded. “Who was it? You can trust me; I won’t tell anyone…”
Izuna narrowed his eyes at these words – oh, how he despised them! “My teacher said the same when I came to school with a black eye and when I told her that my brother had hit me she called the Child Protective Services on him…”
“So you’re saying that your brother has hurt you before?”
Izuna grabbed at his hair in distress, pulling at it as he tried his best not to break down; he didn't want to turn his brother in and get him into trouble! If he did, he would be taken away from Madara! He couldn’t live without his brother and he knew that Madara couldn’t live without Izuna, either!
“I just want to see my brother!” Izuna cried out, tears falling down his cheeks harder. “I just want my aniki!”
“Okay, okay.” The doctor stood up quickly, trying to calm Izuna down. “It’s okay; I won’t question you anymore… I’ll take you to your brother, okay? Come on; let’s go.”
Izuna nodded and wiped at his tears, standing up on shaky legs. He followed the doctor down to Madara’s room and when he found his brother inside, his heart broke; Madara was looking around desperately, panic in his eyes, and Izuna could hear the terrified whimpers and cries Madara emitted in his fear. Several nurses were trying to hold Madara down, and as Izuna quickly learnt, another nurse had left to go and find sedation – the last of the sedation in the room had already been used.
“Nii-san?” Izuna whispered, gathering Madara’s attention as he slowly approached the bed. “Nii-san, what’s wrong?”
“Otouto, where am I!” Madara cried out, trying to get up off the bed, but the nurses were keeping him where he was. “Otouto! I'm scared! I want to go home!”
“Madara-san!” The nurses tried to get Madara’s attention back on them, but with Izuna now in the room it was harder than before – Madara seemed bent on getting to Izuna’s side for what they assumed would be comfort. “Madara-san, you’re just having a panic attack. Take deep breaths and calm down. It’s okay; no one is going to hurt you.”
Izuna wanted to scream out in agony again as he watched his brother’s chest rise and fall rapidly as the older Uchiha fought desperately for breaths. This wasn’t the first time Madara had had a panic attack -- Izuna had seen him have many because of the drugs he was on. Though they were scary to witness, Izuna knew that when Madara had these attacks they were the only he would openly show his need for Izuna – the smaller Uchiha was the only one who could comfort Madara and, in a way, Madara was almost like his old self – he was kind like he used to be, not angry and aggressive like he was these days.
“No, don't touch me!” Madara screamed, thrashing to get away. “Otouto, they’re gonna kill me! Stop it! Don't kill me! Otouto!”
“Nii-san…” Izuna finally managed to hold his tears back this time; he was used to his brother’s random paranoia attacks, too, and these were the times he needed to be strong for Madara. He reached out slowly to grab Madara’s hand and began to stroke it as he held the large hand in both of his smaller ones.
“Otouto…” Madara whimpered, tears spilling forth. “Otouto, I don't want to die… They’re gonna kill me… I don't wanna die… I don’t wanna die… Not like Hashirama… I don’t wanna die…”
“Shh…” Izuna held Madara’s hand as best as he could without hurting his own. He reached up with his left hand to stroke Madara’s cheek soothingly. “It’s okay, aniki… We only want you to relax… You’re just scared right now and that’s okay, but no one wants to kill you… You’re not going to die… You’re not going to die… You won’t die like Hashirama… Shh… You’re safe… You’re very safe…”
Madara’s breathing didn't slow down but he seemed to be ignoring the nurses now, focused solely on his brother, watching Izuna with wide eyes. Izuna had soon soothed Madara with his words and hands and soon enough, Madara had calmed down and laid back on his hospital bed and watched Izuna with his own coal-black eyes.
Izuna sighed as he stood beside the bed, now stroking the shining, onyx hair on his brother’s head; sitting down hurt Izuna’s bottom too much and he was sure his brother would appreciate the distance anyway.
“I want to go home…” Madara whispered to Izuna, unable to stop his tears.
“I know, nii-san…” Izuna soothed. “We can go home soon… It’s okay… I’m here…”
“Otouto…” Madara begun to whisper like a mantra, his breathing eventually becoming calm and steady, and as soon as he closed his eyes, he had fallen fast asleep.
A/N This chapter was sad but things are going to get a whole lot sadder once this fic gets going. How is it so far? Good?
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