THE FARM || ITASASU

Part 16

The dim light in the restroom cast long shadows over the tiled walls, a stark contrast to the brightness of the bar beyond. But here, in this confined space, it was as if a different world existed—a world where Itachi and Sasuke could finally confront the darkness that they'd kept hidden, even from themselves. The silence between them was thick, laden with the weight of unspoken desires that had simmered beneath the surface for years.

The thing about Itachi was that, growing up, his entire life had been dictated by someone else. Every decision, every step, every move was determined by his father, leaving no room for Itachi to breathe, to discover who he really was. As the dutiful firstborn, Itachi had allowed himself to be molded, shaped into the perfect image of what was expected of him. But that constant control left something festering deep inside—a resentment toward the very concept of being controlled. And yet, in a twisted irony, it also left him craving the power to inflict that same kind of control over someone else.

Itachi hated being controlled, but somewhere within the depths of his psyche, he longed to exert that dominance over another—to shape, to break, to rebuild. It was a desire that had lain dormant for years, hidden behind the mask of the perfect son, the perfect brother. But now, with Sasuke pressed against the cold tiles, trembling not out of fear but anticipation, that desire clawed its way to the surface, demanding to be acknowledged.

The thing about Sasuke was that, despite Fugaku's iron grip over his life, he hadn't emerged as a mirror image of his brother. Instead, Sasuke's rebellion took on a different form. Where Itachi's resistance manifested in silence and retreat, Sasuke's defiance came through a twisted need to surrender control—not to just anyone, but to someone who could handle the depths of his depravity, someone who could meet his need with the same intensity that burned within him.

The bar's restroom became a confessional for both of them—a place where they could shed the expectations, the lies they told themselves, and embrace the truth that lay beneath their masks. The truth was that they were both broken in ways that fit together perfectly.

Itachi leaned in close, his breath warm against Sasuke's ear. "You think you want to be controlled, don't you?" His voice was a low growl, rich with the darkness he had kept at bay for far too long. "But what you really want is to be taken apart, to be remade into something that only I can create."

Sasuke's breath hitched as the words struck something deep within him—a part of him he'd barely acknowledged even to himself. He wanted to say something, to challenge Itachi's claim, but before he could form the words, Itachi's hand was around his throat, squeezing just enough to make him gasp, to feel that intoxicating blend of power and submission.

"What is it, Sasuke?" Itachi's grip tightened ever so slightly, his gaze boring into Sasuke's. "Tell me what you're feeling."

Sasuke's mind was a whirl of chaos and clarity, all at once. For so long, he had tried to resist this side of himself, to pretend that he didn't crave the kind of control that made him weak in the knees, that made him want to give in. But here, under Itachi's unrelenting stare, he couldn't hide anymore. The need to submit, to be dominated, burned in him like never before.

"I want..." Sasuke's voice was barely above a whisper, the words trembling with the force of everything he'd buried for so long. "I want you to take all of me. I want to give in."

Itachi's eyes flashed with a dangerous satisfaction, and for the first time in his life, he let himself revel in that power. "Good. Because I'm done holding back."

Without another word, Itachi's lips crashed against Sasuke's, fierce and possessive, claiming him in a way that left no room for hesitation. This wasn't the gentle, loving kiss of a protective brother—this was something primal, something that spoke of dominance and control. Itachi's grip on Sasuke's throat loosened only to allow his hands to roam, to map out every inch of Sasuke's body with a possessiveness that bordered on obsession.