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Purpose	By : Twylight Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2130 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Title :: Purpose

Series :: Naruto

Pairings :: ItaSasu, mentions of OroIta

Rating :: NC-17

Author :: Twylight ( xxx_raisondetre_xxx@yahoo.com)

Warnings :: One-Shot. Yaoi, Uchihacest, Lemon-ish thing, some violence XD

Summary :: Sasuke has one purpose in life... A purpose that has driven him past insanity.

Disclaimer :: I do not own Naruto or any of the characters. I'm only using them to have a little pervy fun like the rest of the fan universe so don't sue. Hehe. And anyways, this couple is so Canon its not even funny -.- '
Authors Note :: I had written this drabble on a whim when my friend and I were RP-ing. I will admit this fic is a bit dark, and twisted, and take a look into Itachi's psyche and how he feels for his brother. This is a One-Shot, but please REVIEW!!!

"D-Don't..." His little brother's voice rasped between strangled, harsh breaths, "...You fucking whor---" his words were cut short as the other man's teeth sank into his skin like tiny blades, drawing just the slightest amount of blood and staining his pale ivory skin.

Itachi lapped at the small amount of blood that split from the wound he had so lovingly inflicted. His little brother was shivering almost violently in a mix of arousal and bitterness, both wishing that he'd stop, and yet silenty begging him to continue. His beautiful face, that was practically identical to his own, contorted so clearly in both pain and pleasure sent a chill down his older brother's spine. Breathy moans laced with his own hidden lust escaped from Sasuke's chapped lips that were reddened from the unrelenting kisses that Itachi had all but forced him into.

He loved this intimate time with his brother. This intimately wrong time with his brother. It had become more than just intercourse in the time he had started this little incestuous affair years ago. It was far than just a random act of lust anymore. It was more than just their flesh pressing together, their bodies becoming one, their voices escalating as they reached the climax of their joining... It was so much more now. Itachi knew that it had ascended far beyond mindless sex for a very long time.

He could barely remember how things were when they were younger. When they were actual siblings, rather than "enemies" and illicit lovers. Back when they both had a somewhat secure hold on their sanity. Itachi knew that their foregoing past was lost to both of them by the time they had met after the Uchiha-Ichizoku massacre. They both had passed the point of no return so long ago that it no one could understand them; No one except for themselves. Itachi knew his little brother by now. He knew him, quite literally, inside and out. He knew what made him tick, what turned him on, and much worse, what hurt him. And he didn't even need his Sharingan to tell him those little details.

As his brother, Itachi felt the need to know that. To know his brother in every sense of the word. Because he was his younger brother, he felt he had his rights to him. He had spared his brother after killing the clan. Sasuke's life, and body for that matter, belonged souly to Itachi. He had given him a purpose in life, and given him inspiration and a drive to focus souly on one thing; Becoming strong enough to take Itachi's life. Of course, Itachi hadn't planned on Sasuke going to nearly psychotic measures to reach that power, but he could have cared less; Sasuke was his messed up little fool and Itachi "loved" him all the more for it.

But this "love", as Itachi called it, was not what other would describe as love to be. He had a burning passion for his beloved brother, of course, but that ardour ran so deep, and so twisted, that the darkness intertwined with these feelings was, in all reality, sick. And if it could be classified as "love", it would be the most perverse form of it that any human being could feel.

The enjoyment he recieved from fucking his brother was beyond just a physical penchant anymore; It was now a mental thrill. Knowing that Sasuke was his blood brother, that they shared the same parents, and childhood home, gave Itachi a dirty, perverse thrill that no one else could match. Their relationship was not only taboo and shunned by society, but also something that was quite common in their lineage. It was a natural occurance for Uchiha clan members to marry or mate with their own kin in order to keep the Sharingan a dominate trait.

Itachi had often wondered if these feelings for his brother, this want, this thrist to have his brother as his own, was some inherent thing that he could not have stopped even if the clan had survived. He wondered often what their parents would think. Or what their father would say if he had found his younger son getting it up the ass from his elder, prodigal brother. Itachi wondered if Sasuke would have wanted it and resisted less. Or if he would have had to force him again...

Panting breaths drew him back from his thoughts, two hands grabbing his silken hair as he absentmindedly sucked the slightly smaller erection near his lips. How he'd gotten into this position was lost to him. Though, it wasn't uncommon for him to be between his brothers legs, sucking on him like he was a delectable sweet he enjoyed eating. He more than obliged to giving his brother "head". Itachi had found he was quite talented at the lewd act, as he was with everything, and hearing the sounds Sasuke made when he performed it on him was more than enough to bring Itachi to his knees within seconds.

Vaguely, as he lost himself in pleasing Sasuke, Itachi could still remember the time he had lost his virginity to that serpentine man, Orochimaru. He could remember the sickening feeling of his tongue sinking into his mouth, those hands gropping at his clothes and tearing them off. Itachi remembered the burning pain, and the small shout he let out, as Orochimaru took him. There was no love in it. No affection. Just raw lust. He could clearly recall the feeling of the other mans hands on his chest and hair, the disgusting sounds he made, and the crude words his whispered into his ear as he sought his pleasure inside Itachi who was only taking it because he was curious as to how it felt. He hadn't even finished when it was all over; The only thing he could remember feeling was the vomit inducing sensation of Orochimaru emptying himself inside him. Orochimaru insisted on finishing him with his mouth and the feeing to vomit wherever he could had faded after his own orgasm which, he hated to admit, was quite pleasurable. Orochimaru's tongue had some good uses.

After that encounter, and 2 others with that man that quickly ended that affair, Itachi had gotten the idea into his head that he wanted to do this with his brother, his Sasuke. Afterall, what better a person than his delectable little brother to share this forbidden pleasure with. He knew he wanted him like that. On his knees, panting and moaning. His face twisting in passion as he shook with climax that was caused by Itachi.

A loud shout brought Itachi back again, Sasuke's hot breath was touching his neck, his smaller body squirming as his brother penetrated him again and again in the same rough, hard motions Itachi knew Sasuke enjoyed. His hands were frantically grasping at his loosened hair, legs wrapped around Itachi's waist as they moved together in a dance that brothers should never partake in. All focus that Sasuke had placed on not showing how much he enjoyed it like the little whore he is was thrown to the wind, his voice reaching such heights that it echoed in the nearly empty room, "B-Bastard...!" his voice rasped at a particularly hard thrust, his face nearly as bright as the tomatoes his so loved.

Itachi himself had gotten progressively louder when they did this. His brother was so undeniably talented in the sexual area. Whether it was his barely-there outfits, or the way he kissed, or moaned during foreplay, Itachi drank him like fine wine. He craved him like a thristy man craves water. Sasuke knew that too. Or at least, Itachi thought he did. Anytime he partook in sex, Itachi had a hard time not thinking of his partner as Sasuke. He'd often let his mind mistake his own blonde, talkative lover Deidara as his dark haired, brooding younger brother. He was sure had had called Sasuke's name on accident when they had sex. It was inevitable if he hadn't had Sasuke in a good amount of time.

Yet another emphatic shout brought him from his thoughts, Itachi watching his brother practically seize with his climax. His pale body shivering and shaking, his arms that were wrapped around his neck clutcing tighter to hold him in balance. Itachi found his pleasure in that quite often, letting himself go before his usual time, and he did. Moaning quietly to himself as he marked his brother as his own once again, his own body quavering as he joined his brother in that post-euphoric state.

It was then his thoughts became hazy and he quit trying to think of just what he thought of Sasuke and their affair. He knew he was nearly obsessed with his brother, as Sasuke was with him. He had an immeausrable lust for his brother that could only be satisfied in performing the most lewd of acts with ones sibing. Itachi had a feeling, however, that one day Sasuke might just take his life. And, in that, he was glad to know that his brother would be lost without him. His purpose in life gone, there would be no reason to go on living. He would have no real zest in his life, no passion... And that, beyond anything, brought Itachi such a twisted joy.

He was Sasuke's life and without him... Sasuke had no purpose.

~ fin ~
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