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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      Naruto
  Relationship:
      Uchiha_Itachi_&_Uchiha_Sasuke
  Character:
      Uchiha_Itachi, Uchiha_Sasuke, Akatsuki_(Naruto)
  Additional Tags:
      Smut, Lemon, Uchihacest, Uchibicest, ItaSasu_-_Freeform, Romance, Incest,
      Exhibitionism, Masturbation, Anal_Fingering, Underage_Masturbation
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-05-17 Updated: 2013-05-28 Chapters: 3/? Words: 10516
****** The Bitter, the Sweet, and the Citrus in Between! ******
by DaelynPaolini
Summary
     A compilation of ItaSasu smut. Accepting requests! Chapters loosely
     connected, follows the lives and romance of Itachi and Sasuke as they
     grow older under the rule of Akatsuki (who will be smuttily
     involved).
***** Kiss the Lonely Away *****
Doubled over, Sasuke gripped his knees with shaky hands. Air was scarcely
breathable, the oxygen sucked away from the swaying pier by the continuous
explosion of fire. The trees encircling the beautifully translucent and
tortured pond seemed to teeter on the edge of the bank, shedding their vibrant,
colorful leaves. In less than a year's time, their new coat would be the frosty
winter air. Clenching his fists, Sasuke stood as tall as his tiny nine-year-old
frame allowed and glared fiercely at the shallow clearing the cerulean pond
offered. Still breathing heavily, and with ash-stained cheeks, he moved into
stance again.
Weak…
Sasuke gritted his teeth with unadulterated anger and disappointment.
Unacceptable…
Quickly as he could fire off, he signed the seals required for the Fireball
technique.
Inadequate…
He crumpled his right hand in to an "okay" sign, the pathway for his super-
heated fireball.
"Not good enough!"
Sasuke loosed the death monger jutsu he'd been perfecting all morning when he
felt the itch of his father's words in the back of his mind. He jumped at the
gruff reprimand, frightened for the inevitable rejection, humiliation, and
expulsion from the Uchiha clan. The raging ball of fire he loosed on the pond
evaporated the top few inches of the lake with a roaring hiss and then spun
around in a flurry like a beautifully deadly dance in tune with Sasuke's inner
turmoil. Stunned by the sudden betrayal of his own jutsu, he had no mind to
cover his face or fall to the side into the pond for shelter. He watched the
angry yellows, oranges, and reds charge at him from the ponds surface; at
first, they swirled around him like an exotic and ethereal tornado. Quickly,
the synthetic fire thought to bite the hand that fed it, and swallowed him up.
There was no pain upon initial contact. There were simply the butterfly kisses
of red energy tickling his skin. Stumbling backward, it seemed with each step
he took the pain increased tenfold until he was screaming at the top of his
lungs in absolute agony. Abusing his sprained ankle one too many times, he
could no longer tolerate the pain. With arms at first raised to vainly guard
his face, they flailed around him as he toppled over the edge of the pier into
the lily-dappled pond. The dark turquoise water engulfed Sasuke's flaming body,
putting out the fire that assailed him, and wriggled its way into his lungs, as
much a traitor as the fire. Bubbles of life fled from his mouth and nose as he
sank into the muddy depths of the pond. Overtaken by the water, he closed he
eyes and let himself find rest.
First, it was a bunch of flashes Sasuke couldn't make sense of. His mind was so
riddled with fear and shredded with exhaustion he had no room to reason out
what was happening. There was the occasional strand of raven hair. Then, he was
able to just make out a furrowed brow as if it were miles away, yet so close he
felt he could touch it if he just tried. He couldn't try. His arms were weighed
down at his sides and it was hard enough to simply stare. Next, he saw the
panicked onyx gaze. These eyes were so familiar, so often filled with hidden
love and latent desire that Sasuke no longer felt fear. He was okay with these
fear-ridden eyes, these black eyes that shimmered and wrapped him up in a warm
hug and told him everything would be okay—these eyes that could belong to no
one else but Sasuke's older brother. He pressed his lips against Sasuke's,
breathing life into his little brother.
"Ita-"
Sasuke barely whispered his voice, but it was enough for his older brother to
know he would survive to the end of the day. That's also when the explosion of
sensory overload nearly knocked the boy unconscious. There was a blazing fire
consuming his entire throat, searing his lungs, and burning away his nose until
there would only be ashes left of him. Torturous waves of pain raked over every
inch of his body; he gagged against the water leftover in his lungs, and he was
blinded by the blue brightness of everything around him. The sky had never hurt
his eyes so much, nor had the distant image of his house, or the charcoal
tresses tied up behind his older brother. Slowly, all of this hurt ebbed away
when Itachi picked up his little brother and cradled him in his arms. Sasuke
couldn't recall the last time he had felt such relief, such comfort, such a
sense of respite.
After this, it was all black. Just an empty void where there was time and it
went by in the blink of an eye, or where time didn't exist at all. In Sasuke's
condition, it was hard to tell. He only knew that next thing he was laying on
an uncomfortable bed, his older brother's voice the sweet backdrop of his
present existence. Quickly, he came to realize that Itachi was recounting the
events he witnessed leading up to Sasuke's near fatal accident. He glanced over
at his brother, the precious image of his perfectly in-control brother, and
smiled at him. He sat up, feeling the sore tug of his aching muscles as the
only standing evidence that he had nearly died. When the two noticed Sasuke's
conscious state, the nurse quickly wrapped up the formality of questioning, and
allowed the Uchiha brothers to leave. Happy and content as could be, Sasuke was
perched with satisfaction on his older brother's back.
"Sasuke," he began carefully in that I-know-better-than-you tone that really
irritated Sasuke.
"Don't even start, Itachi," Sasuke shot off, sticking his nose in the air, "I
almost died, so I get a pass." Itachi chuckled at this, which gently shook his
little brother behind him.
"I was going to suggest we spend the afternoon eating junk food and watching
movies, but if you insist…"
"Ah, what?!" Sasuke kicked his heels inward, narrowly missing Itachi's crotch,
and instead bruising the inside of his thighs. Itachi winced and cocked an
eyebrow at his brother's ecstatic response. "C'mon, please," he drawled, "we
totally should!"
"Ask for stuff right after you hurt your big brother, I see how you are,"
Itachi mumbled playfully.
"I'm so sorry!" Sasuke piped up, sitting tall on Itachi's back. "But really,
can we please do all that cool stuff today, brother?"
Itachi was silent for the greater part of the walk home, which only served to
tick Sasuke off even more. The younger Uchiha mouthed off about Itachi's
"stupidity" and "meanness." But as soon as Itachi set Sasuke on the sofa in the
den of their house and put on a popular animated movie, Sasuke was all
compliments, love, and snuggling. Smirking at his little brother's sudden onset
of Bipolar Disorder, he shrugged his mini-me off and went into the kitchen to
make Sasuke's favorite snack. That entire afternoon, in Itachi's unspoken
celebration of the simple existence of Sasuke Uchiha, they pigged out on empty
calories and watched mindless children's movies for hours on end. As torturous
as it was for the young adolescent, he thought it was worth it if there was no
other priority other than to be with Sasuke.
Itachi's thoughts inevitably took him back to the meeting he had just been
excused from right before he found Sasuke burned and drowning in the Uchiha
Compound's main pond. Unfortunately for Itachi, there was a greater demand than
supply of ANBU, so he would be assigned twice as many mission, get only a third
of an increase of his present monthly pay, and be granted even less time off.
Fourteen years old, yet he diligently suffered through the shinobi life kids
his age shouldn't ever have to endure. The only incentive was Sasuke's safety,
but that was incentive enough. What more did a person need to keep doing
something than to know they would be rewarded with oxygen, water, and relief
all at once?
More thankful than he had ever been for such a thing before, Itachi smiled as
Sasuke's tiny snort kicked him out of his reverie. He looked down to see his
younger brother resting his head on his shoulder, snoring and thoroughly conked
out just after dinner had been served. With no desire whatsoever to part with
Sasuke at this point, he hitched the limp body on to his back and cleared the
coffee table of the mess they had made and set the dirty dishes in the sink.
Normally, he would clean them all. Tonight, he had better things to do.
Besides, with their parents being countries away from home on a delegation trip
to Suna, Itachi didn't really think it mattered if the dishes piled up for one
more night. No higher authority was there to tell him to do otherwise. He
smiled indignantly to himself.
Itachi placed Sasuke in the nine-year-old's bedroom, and joined the small
figure on the king-sized bed. He held his little brother close to his body,
indulging in the organic mini-heater, and the softness of the child. He hugged
him as tightly as a frightened child would hold their teddy bear in a
thunderstorm. Placing his chin on the crown of Sasuke's head, Itachi bit down
on his bottom lip, thinking of how he would ruin this beautiful boy's life in a
matter of a few months. Before he was able to fall asleep, he unwillingly let a
liquid crystal tear slip down his cheek still round with youth, and drop into
the shell of Sasuke's ear. The child stirred and nuzzled deeper into Itachi's
chest at the disturbance, and then Itachi was just as gone as Sasuke.
Every time someone stared at Itachi, he would feel an annoying prickly
sensation raise the hairs all over his body. The feeling made him tense and his
first thought was always how to defend himself. But when Itachi was fully
roused, his eyes met identical ones that belonged to Sasuke. However, his
little brother's gaze was innocent and all-seeing. Unlike how he felt around
most children, the way Sasuke seemed to be able to see through to his soul
comforted Itachi. There was no need for words between the two. Words were
superfluous at best. He upturned the corner of his lips in the best way he knew
how to smile, and softly planted a kiss on Sasuke's forehead, who closed his
eyes and smiled even wider when Itachi did so. He was tucked away so carefully
under Itachi's arm that one couldn't properly decide where the elder began and
the junior ended. But just as quickly as Sasuke had beamed up at Itachi, his
mood deteriorated with such alacrity that it unnerved Itachi. Before he could
ask what was wrong, Sasuke's chin bobbed up and down as he spoke under his
breath.
"Momma and daddy don't love me. They only love you." Sasuke finished so quietly
that Itachi strained to hear his brother's words properly.
"Sasuke, who gave you that idea?"
"You can't say it's not true. All they talk about is you. All they fight about
is you. All they care about is making you a great ninja. I-I feel…like I'm left
out. It's like they don't even care about me. I don't matter. Not to anyone."
Sasuke finished this small rant with a trembling lip and a pathetic glint in
his eyes. All of this broke Itachi's heart, but more so it made him suspicious
of his brother's previous actions.
"What were you doing on the pier today?" He asked out of the blue. Stricken
with surprise, Sasuke lost a great deal of the sadness in his eyes. The emotion
was replaced with a look that seemed to say Itachi had lost his marbles.
"I was practicing my Fireball Jutsu," he said as if it were as obvious as the
sky was blue. Which, in his opinion, it kind of was.
"Why?" This question was quieter, and caused Sasuke to duck his head down in
embarrassment.
He responded softly, "I thought maybe I could get daddy to love me if I did
this one jutsu right." Sasuke started to fiddle with his fingers here, hating
the feeling of being under the spotlight.
For a moment, Itachi was silent and thoughtful, mulling over Sasuke's words and
feelings, and the best approach to take in this situation. The first thing
Itachi could think of to do was to hug Sasuke tighter and hope that got a
greater part of the point across. Sasuke looked up in surprise, but otherwise
the pain in his eyes was still so evident it stole Itachi's breath. He thought
only a monster could hurt such a perfect, innocent creature such as Sasuke. And
he wanted to eviscerate that monster, even though he knew it was his parents.
And even though he knew he would before spring came. Even though it wouldn't
ever be enough, Itachi thought he would begin with the simplest but truest of
words.
"I love you more than anyone in the entire world. More than anyone ever did or
ever could or ever dream of. You are the most precious gem on this planet, and
you should never forget that. Don't you ever forget how necessary you are for
my existence, and for the future existence of the Uchiha clan. Your value will
only increase. Always. None of this will ever change, under any circumstances."
Itachi watched Sasuke with such a steady gaze that Sasuke couldn't help but
believe every syllable uttered by his big brother. With wet lashes and tearful
eyes, Sasuke picked himself up and tried to kiss Itachi on the lips, but he
held him back by pressing a gentle hand to Sasuke's chest. "What are you
doing?"
"You love your fiancée, right? And you kiss her. So why can't you kiss me?"
Sasuke looked at Itachi with a hurt and expectant gaze.
"The love I share with her is different than the love I share with you." Even
though I don't love her at all…
Even at this gentle rejection, tears began to spill down Sasuke's face. He
couldn't fathom how Itachi could share his love with his fiancée, but not with
his little brother. Hadn't Itachi just said he loved Sasuke more than anything
else? That had to include his fiancée, he just knew it. Sasuke's conclusion was
that Itachi had either lied about loving him altogether, or didn't love him as
much as he claimed. Either way, he lied, and that was the pain that shook
Sasuke's shoulders and pushed the streaks of tears down his face. In such an
uncomfortable position as this, because Itachi didn't want to hurt Sasuke, or
deny him anything, he had no other choice but to comply with his little
brother's wishes.
He shushed the tearful child and then began to kiss and wipe away the salty
tears. "You have the brightest smile on anyone I've ever seen," Itachi mumbled
between butterfly kisses decorating Sasuke's cheeks. "Your hair is soft and
shines like it has its own light source. Your laugh is infectious, and there's
not enough time in the world to spend with you." He moved to Sasuke's other
cheek, rubbing away the tears and held his face in his hands. "You're funny,
and intelligent, and the best in your class." Itachi began to work his way
along Sasuke's jawline starting from his right ear. "No one has a choice but to
like you," Itachi carefully kissed Sasuke on the lips, "because you're the most
perfect, amazing person in the world."
Sasuke whimpered in protest when Itachi pulled away from his little brother.
Itachi opened his eyes to see that he had pressed Sasuke's back into the
mattress, and that he was lying on top of his little brother, propped up on his
elbows as he held his face and kissed him delirious. Sasuke looked up at him
with half-lidded, hazy eyes pleading for more, and a flushed face. Gut burning
in humiliation for what he just did and making Sasuke feel that way, Itachi
untangled himself from his brother and sat up on the edge of the bed, burying
his scowling face in his hands. Saddened by his brother's actions, Sasuke
slipped underneath Itachi's arm and sat in his lap to be cradled once again.
"I like being here," Sasuke whispered. "And I like it when you kiss me." Sasuke
lifted himself up, feeling something firm beneath him in Itachi's pants press
against his thigh. He ignored this seemingly insignificant thing, and focused
on repeating Itachi's ministrations. Sasuke held Itachi's hands in his own,
removing them from his brother's solemn face, and began to kiss them, then
slowly he moved to kiss Itachi's cheeks.
"When I woke up after you saved me from drowning-" his sentence was broken by a
short kiss on the edge of Itachi's mouth- "I felt so comfortable and safe in
your lap." He moved to kiss Itachi's other cheek, and complimented him just as
Itachi had done moments before. A breath before he placed his plush lips
against Itachi's pale ones, he said, "I want you to be mine and no one else's."
Sasuke pulled back to witness the effect he had on his older brother. Itachi
moaned sadly at the absence of Sasuke's lips from his own. "Especially that
stupid fiancée you have," Sasuke quickly threw that out there for good measure.
He pouted after saying this, causing Itachi to chuckle, but just as suddenly,
Itachi was serious once more.
He sat there on the edge of the bed for several moments and watched Sasuke with
a serious expression. Just as Sasuke began to feel antsy with Itachi's silence,
his big brother easily covered his ribcage with his hands and lifted him from
his lap. Itachi lay down on the mattress and placed Sasuke on top of him, then
said firmly, "I belong to you."
Sasuke's broad smile seemed to shine in the dark of the room. He curled up on
Itachi's chest, who wrapped his arms even tighter around the little body on top
of him. The two lay together like this for a very long time, comforted by the
matched breathing and soothing heartbeat of the other. They held hands and
tangled themselves together in the cool sheets of Sasuke's bedroom, relieved to
belong to each other, and to have no other obligation at that moment than what
they felt for the other. Itachi lightly brushed his fingertips along Sasuke's
spine, humming contentedly under his breath for the longest time he couldn't
count. And just when he thought Sasuke was asleep, and when he himself was
about to pass away into unconscious oblivion, he heard a small voice near his
heart speak up.
"Does this mean we can make each other feel good now?"
Itachi was stunned wordless by this question. Did Sasuke mean what Itachi
thought he meant? With an audibly racing heart and sweating palms, Itachi asked
exactly what Sasuke meant by that.
"I mean can we touch each other down 'there' so we feel good? Don't boyfriends
and girlfriends do that for each other?" The way Sasuke spoke so innocently,
yet so knowledgably about the subject of sex hardened Itachi right then and
there. Not only that, but when Sasuke said that, he actually sealed his fate
for that night. With as far as they had already gone and expressed themselves,
how wrong was it to solidify the bond between them? Carefully, Itachi sat up
and moved Sasuke's small body to straddle his waist.
                                        
"Lift up your arms," he said as he tugged Sasuke's shirt off.
Itachi pressed Sasuke flush against his torso; Sasuke responded by squeezing
his legs around Itachi's waist and tipping his head back to give his older
brother easier access to his already exposed flesh. Kissing Sasuke's soft neck
and nipping at his pulse, Itachi knew that eventually there would be no turning
back once one thing led to another. He still had the opportunity to stop this,
to end this immoral madness, but he didn't have the willpower. He didn't have
the desire to. He felt an attraction to his little brother most people never
fleetingly thought to consider. There was no denying that, or even ever coming
back from that. He belonged to his brother for better or worse, from now until
the end.
Sasuke started to pant and let out soft moans when Itachi rolled his pert
nipples between his fingers. His breathing picked up to shallow huffs as Itachi
sucked on his neck, licking and kissing the love marks he left behind. He
kissed his brother's collar bone and ran his hands along Sasuke's arced back.
The child was so sensitive, so desperate, and so willing; Itachi couldn't
fathom how he didn't devour Sasuke right then and there.
Itachi's mouth danced along Sasuke's smooth stomach until he reached the hem of
his white shorts. He picked Sasuke up and laid his body on the bed, then tugged
at the zipper with his teeth, still playing with Sasuke's hard nubs to keep up
the chorus of moans above him. He slipped a hand away for a moment to unbutton
his shorts, Sasuke lifting his ass up in the sexiest arc Itachi had ever seen
to help him pull off the inhibiting pants and underwear, and then continued to
work at his chest with his hands while his mouth was busy elsewhere. He kissed
the soft insides of Sasuke's thighs, slowly moving up to kiss the head of his
little brother's flaccid cock. Sasuke bucked his hips into the air when Itachi
did this, and he gripped the sheets tightly when he felt Itachi's warm hand
encase his small dick in his hands and stroke Sasuke so deliberately that his
baby brother was a mess of moans and cries and pleas for more above him. He
writhed in the middle of the large mattress, bucking his hips into the small
cave of Itachi's hand, crying out Itachi's name and asking him to never stop.
Itachi dipped his head down, licking the full length of his little brother's
hardening cock, stopping to tantalize the head.
Ignoring his own hardness, Itachi tended to Sasuke's needs, ghosting the inside
of his legs with the tips of his thin fingers. He held Sasuke's thigh, gently
grasping it in his hand, then moved to massage Sasuke's ass, helping him find a
rhythm to move his lurching hips to. Sasuke threw his hands out, reaching for
Itachi's arms, and gripped them as tightly as he could once he found them. He
threw his head back onto the silk-coated pillows behind him, crying out into
the air, trembling all over and going limp as he hit his dry orgasm. As he lay
there on his bed, panting and sweating, still awash in euphoria, Itachi slowly
kissed his way up Sasuke's chest until he came to his nipples where he sucked
at the still hard dark skin. He straddled Sasuke's small frame, his knees on
either side of Sasuke's stomach, and his erection pressed into his little
brother's stomach.
When he couldn't help it anymore, Itachi rolled over on his back and furiously
yanked off his pants, gripping his hard cock with both hands, working himself
expertly. He pleasured himself with thoughts of Sasuke's soft mewling, rocking
hips, and small hands desperately searching for Itachi pinballing inside his
head. His little brother's angelic face drenched with sweat and contorted with
a pleasure he had never known blacked out every other thought Itachi might
have. Just then, it was Sasuke and Itachi, loving each other with no
boundaries. Several moments before Itachi's climax, Sasuke picked himself up
from his place on the bed and crawled in front of his brother to watch him for
a moment before speaking.
"Can I help you?" Itachi thought Sasuke's request was so sinfully cute it
should send both of them to hell. And as hot and sincere as Sasuke sounded,
Itachi found it hard not to cum on the spot. He held himself together just to
let Sasuke do this, and just so he could feel Sasuke. Itachi directed his
erection into Sasuke's willing mouth that engulfed as much of Itachi's cock as
he could.
"Suck on it, lick it, anything," Itachi panted, tearing at the headboard behind
him so he wouldn't mouth-fuck his baby brother's head off.
Sasuke handled the unexpected scenario with a collective knowledge that turned
Itachi on. He cried Sasuke's name louder than he ever had before. With some
intuitive knowledge and by Itachi's vague commands, Sasuke swirled his tongue
around Itachi's thick and hard cock, sucking down the precum, bobbing his head
up and down with the breathless instruction from the mess of moaning and
panting towering above him. When Sasuke discovered a maneuver around the head
of his cock Itachi seemed to enjoy more than anything, Sasuke repeated it again
with more finesse. Blinded and mindless because of the pleasure his little
brother's touches gave him, Itachi grabbed a handful of blue-raven hair and
tugged roughly at it, fighting the urge to shove his dick deep in Sasuke's
throat. When one thrust forced him too deep, Sasuke gagged and pulled away to
catch his breath, leaving a shimmering trail of saliva still connecting the
two. At another thrust of Itachi's eager hips and upon hearing him beg for
Sasuke to come back and take him whole, Sasuke swallowed up his brother's cock
and worked around the head of his erection. Itachi threw his head back and
wildly bucked his hips into Sasuke's scrunched face.
"Oh, God, Sasuke!" Itachi's moans rang off the walls of Sasuke's large room,
and were followed by incoherent pleas and more moans.
When Itachi came, Sasuke squeaked in surprise and jumped away from his brother,
spilling his seed all over himself, the sheets, and his brother. It was several
seconds before the cum finally stopped seeping from Itachi's cock, which
relieved Sasuke's fear somewhat (would it have hurt him?). He moved to lie
beside his equally naked brother. They laid together, hugging each other and
basking in the ecstasy they were sharing. It was a kind of blissful moment
neither had ever felt before.
                                        
"Brother, what came out of you just now?" Sasuke's voice was quiet and still
breathless from his own orgasm. Tiny sweat beads dotted his hairline, which
Itachi couldn't help but also find attractive. Fuck it, just everything about
this boy is attractive and perfect.
"It's what happens when a male reaches his orgasm." Itachi was even more
breathless than Sasuke. He couldn't hold his eyes open for very long. He felt
so content to just lie there with his little brother and bathe in joy.
"What's an orgasm? And why didn't I do that?"
"You aren't old enough. Remember that moment where you felt the best, kind of
like when you reach the height of a jump and start to fall down? That rush
where everything in you feels good and right." Sasuke nodded at Itachi's words
and nuzzled into his brother's muscular arm, adoring the feel of the heated
skin.
"…It's all sticky and gross." Sasuke played with a string of Itachi's semen
between his thumb and index finger. Sitting up quickly, Itachi grabbed Sasuke's
hand and pulled him out of the bed.
"How about we wash up with a shower," his airy words were more statement than
question.
Itachi picked Sasuke up and carried him to the shower where he turned the hot
water on and let the spray loosen his muscles. He wasn't sure exactly how he
should have felt about what had just transpired between him and his little
brother. And, looking down at Sasuke who was scrubbing at the "icky stuff" on
his arm, Itachi couldn't help but feel happy about it. He felt like he had been
honest with himself for the first time in ages.
"Say, brother?" Sasuke said.
"Yeah?" Itachi was absentmindedly speaking as he thoroughly scrubbed the
shampoo into his scalp.
"Can we do that again right now? So I can practice?"
And there was that sinful adorableness back to entrance him more strongly than
any genjutsu would ever have. Itachi was facing him, and found Sasuke's
pleading expression so enticing and mind-blowingly cute.
"There's time enough for that in the future. Just focus on cleaning up for
now."
And then, there was that obvious look of shock and adoration on Sasuke's face,
who was openly staring at his older brother's nakedness. His taut skin
stretched over wiry muscles, and his length hanging out for Sasuke and the
world to see. This, Sasuke was stuck on the most.
"You're so beautiful!" Sasuke exclaimed. Itachi chuckled.
"Imagine how I feel about you," he said as he turned around to rinse the
shampoo from his hair, giving Sasuke another beautiful view that he devoted to
memory. I like his butt, Sasuke thought resolutely.
                                        
Sasuke perked up suddenly, taking a cautious step forward. Wrapping his arms
around Itachi's waist, Sasuke's little fingers trailed down Itachi's abdomen
and found the clean-shaven thatch of hair, and then his hands encased
themselves around the hardening prize he sought and coveted. Sasuke worked
Itachi deliberately, who had stopped all movements at his little brother's
sudden touch, going on the memory of how Itachi had treated himself earlier.
"Sasuke, what are you doing? I told you no," Itachi weakly protested, his voice
faultering when Sasuke worked attentively at his head.
"I read about this in a book once," Sasuke replied, "It's supposed to be fun,
or something."
"What!"
Has he been planning this? What's he been thinking?!
As if he had read his big brother's thoughts, Sasuke said, "I wouldn't be
Itachi Uchiha's little brother if I wasn't a little devious." Itachi could
practically feel Sasuke smirking into his back.
Before long, the rush of water from the shower head and Sasuke's perfect
ministrations started to get to him. Precum spilled out of his cock to coat
Sasuke's hands, giving him room to move faster with better ease. Itachi cried
out, slumping against the plastic wall of the shower.
"No, no, no," Sasuke whispered, his breath tickling Itachi's spine, "stand up."
Itachi glanced over his shoulder with hazy eyes widened in panic. Was he really
being controlled by his little brother just then? Not that he minded, but
still… At Itachi's hesitation, Sasuke slowed down his hands to a teasing speed
that urged Itachi to obey. Standing up tall, Itachi clawed at the wall and
balled his fist up tightly. He was quickly losing control, his hips bucking up
into the cup of Sasuke's small hands, his body thrashing and his breath ragged.
Sasuke barely sped up, pumping him easily and worrying sensitive places on his
big brother's leaking cock. Itachi let out a long, whiny gasp and asked for
Sasuke to move faster.
"You can't tell me what to do. I have all the power in my hands." Sasuke
laughed at his own words and slowed his pace to a crawl. With intentions to
tease his brother, he pressed his own smaller hardness against the back of
Itachi's thigh, moving against him. He had hoped this would turn his big
brother on even more; Sasuke was met with a response he couldn't have dreamed
of.
Itachi mewled loudly, reaching down to pump himself with urgency, but moving so
he could feel Sasuke's dick against himself. Smiling shyly, Sasuke shoved
Itachi's hands away, leaving his pulsing cock entirely unattended.
"You're not allowed to do anything. You have to let-"
"I'm sorry, Sasuke, but your game is over. I've gotta have this."
Itachi turned around picked Sasuke up, who wrapped his legs around his
brother's waist. Itachi put his back against the shower wall, but when Itachi
started grinding their cocks together, only his shoulders pushed against the
wall.
Sasuke cried out in a small voice, his eyes closed and his head thrown back.
Itachi held his eyes open, wanting to watch Sasuke while he fucked him into a
needy little mess. Panting and mumbling incoherently, Sasuke threw up one hand
against the wall to give him leverage to move against Itachi in a musical
rhythm. They worked against each other in such harmony that nothing but their
pulsing erections lathered with Itachi's precum, the sound of skin slapping
against skin echoing off the bathroom walls, and the heavy mess of breathing
was all that mattered.
"I-ta-" the pleasure overwhelmed little Sasuke, keeping him from saying
anything with intelligence-"Please, don't stop. God, brother, more, please,
more, more!"
A primal desire struck Sasuke, and he couldn't stop himself from reaching down
between them to hold both their cocks, pumping them as quickly as he could.
Itachi brought his hand down and placed it over his little brother's bringing
him back to a rhythm. Their hands pumped together, messy with Itachi's leaking
cock, and their faces so close the heat of their breaths reddened their faces,
and they kissed messily, dazed from the pleasure.
"Oh, Sasuke, anh—anh!"
Slowly, Itachi guided Sasuke to his dry orgasm, but Itachi spilled his seed all
over them, and he didn't give a damn where it landed. He wanted to share this
with Sasuke, his pleasure, his body, his soul. The smooth wave that overtook
Itachi reduced him to a pile of jerking moans. Sasuke was even more star struck
by his dry orgasm. His nails dug into Itachi's shoulders, and he grinded even
harder into his big brother's limp cock, begging for it to never end.
Smoothly, the two boys were lowered onto the tub by the elder, who cradled his
breathless little brother in his arms as he caught his own breath. They were
exhausted and covered in Itachi's seed, but their blood seemed to flow even
faster and their hearts seemed to beat at such a pace exactly timed to the
other. Itachi smoothed down Sasuke's messy, soaking hair and kissed him on the
crown of his head. Maybe he wouldn't be so alone after all, after he…
After he…
***** A Passing Cloud *****
Chapter Summary
     Sasuke is sad, so Itachi tries to make him feel better.
"W-What's going on?"
Itachi watched Sasuke with eyes that burned like scarlet embers. The darkness
and depth of his tear tracks stood in haunting contrast to the pale of his
face, lit by the full moon. Little Sasuke threw his head up while tears fell
down his chubby face.
"B-Brother, what-what happened? Brother?"
Brother…
"Momma? Daddy?! What happened to momma and daddy?"
Itachi looked down at his feet covered in dry blood. He couldn't bear to look
at Sasuke's accusing, innocent, pleading, sobbing… He was disgusted with
himself. The katana in his hands slipped from his grasp and clattered to the
floor. He lifted his hands up and looked at them while they shook. His
shoulders shook, and then tears spilled from his eyes too.
"What did you do?"
The question was such a quiet whisper it haunted Itachi in his dreams. He
looked at his little brother's undressed feet, then followed his figure—lit by
the ghostly moonlight—all the way up his knobby legs, his two-sizes-too-big
shirt he thought he secretly took from Itachi without his knowing, and then to
his round face. He hiccupped, his torture and agony more evident than the
bright drops of blood on Itachi's white face. Itachi choked up; his eyes ached
with tears and he didn't know how much longer he could fight them off. As easy
as his family was, this…by comparison, this…
"What did you do?"
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"What did you do," Kisame mumbled.
Itachi was hopping in circles around the trees with a giggling Sasuke on his
back. His Akatsuki cloak fluttered in the wind, and his hair came undone from
its ponytail and started flying everywhere and even started to slap the two in
the face. Sasuke held on tightly and urged his brother to go faster. He
obviously enjoyed the little game they were playing.
What did you do to get him to stay with you?
"Kisame, are you alright? You've fallen behind," Itachi said.
"Yeah, keep up!" Sasuke threw a finger at Kisame. "We're gonna leave you in the
dust if you don't, huh brother?"
"If we can't help it."
"Yeah, yeah. I'm coming. Keep your panties on, kid," Kisame said. He glared up
at the Uchiha brothers, but inwardly he admired them. Despite the trauma they
suffered, much of it self-inflicted on Itachi's part, they were still a pair to
be acknowledged for their endurance.
"Hey, I don't wear panties! You do!"
A vein pulsed in Kisame's forehead at Sasuke's comment.
"That was such a bad come back, it came all the way back around and hit home.
Watch yourself, kid. Itachi won't always-" Itachi's Sharingan spun to life and
sent Kisame a violent glare. He dared Kisame to say one more threatening word
to Sasuke. "Uh, never mind. I'll go scout ahead?"
"Sounds like a good idea to me."
Sasuke giggled.
"Kisame's in trouble."
"Guess who else is going to be in trouble if you can't remember your manners?"
"He started it!"
"Does it look like I care who started it?"
"Definitely. You have a face that definitely says you care who started it."
Itachi laughed at Sasuke's words and patted his knee.
"I think you're too smart for your own good."
Itachi slowed his pace to give the two of them a peace they hadn't felt in a
long time. Both of their dreams were plagued with blood and guts and gore;
Itachi was guilt-ridden and often confined within his bed from illness. He made
himself sick with anxiety and depression. Sasuke, as much a mother hen as
Itachi, took it upon himself to care for the elder brother. They were
codependent upon one another, something Itachi decided was best unvoiced. It
was hard enough just to acknowledge the truth. To face it would have to wait
until they could cope with their initial tragedy.
There was no clear destination for either remaining Uchiha. Itachi could lead
Sasuke in one direction, or the other, or another, or a different one entirely.
There were so many sides to the coin he needed to flip that it hurt his head.
Thirteen and he was dealing with ridiculous shit like this. He gripped his fits
tightly and felt the nails bite into his palm. He was so scared and confused.
Where was he supposed to go? Which decision was right? He could hardly tell the
difference between up and down anymore, how was he supposed to raise Sasuke?
How could he not influence him to do the wrong thing? What was the wrong thing
not to do?
"I'm sorry," Sasuke said. His voice was a quiver like a dying violin and struck
Itachi's heart with its pleading chord.
"What for?"
"For how I treated Kisame. I know it's upsetting you. I'm sorry." He sounded so
defeated and pitiful it made Itachi frown.
"That's not what upset me. And you're forgiven. It isn't like you meant any
harm."
"Mh."
Sasuke rested his head on the back Itachi's neck and sighed. He was still sad,
and not just for upsetting his big brother. It was hard to remember the last
time he was happy. Yeah, he smiled and laughed, enjoyed Kisame's jokes, and
loved being with his big brother, but there was still that cloud hanging over
him. There was still that sadness, so deep it clogged up his bones and choked
him awake in the middle of the night. He was so, so sad. Nothing made that
sadness go away. Nothing.
Itachi paused his run to set Sasuke on a thick tree branch to face him. He
looked Sasuke in the eye, saw the loneliness and betrayal like an unwanted
mirror, and threw his arms around him so tightly Sasuke squirmed. They sat
there while Itachi knelt and Sasuke rested for quite a time before Itachi
pulled back. He turned Sasuke around, sat him in front of him, and started to
rub the knots out of his shoulders.
Sasuke moaned happily at the treatment and let his head drop forward. Itachi's
hands worked gently on his back, pressed harder on just the right spots, and
rolled his knuckles over the really sore and tensed up muscles. Sasuke thought
he might fall asleep against Itachi, just sitting there while he unwound like
that, but he didn't want such a comfortable thing to end. He enjoyed Itachi's
mastered touch that fogged up his mind and slowed his pulse.
"Do you feel better?"
"…I guess."
Itachi kept worrying at Sasuke's spine and then moved to his lower back which
made Sasuke wince, but the pain felt good. He lifted his head and looked up at
the pretty birds and the blue, blue sky. Itachi's hands were soft and his
fingers were long and he knew how to use them in every manner all over Sasuke's
sensitive body.
The first few kisses didn't alert Sasuke to anything. Itachi liked kissing
Sasuke; oftentimes, they would kiss for long stretches of time before sleep and
before getting out of bed. Sometimes, when Sasuke woke up from a particularly
bad dream, Itachi could comfort him with kisses and nice touches. Kissing was
normal for them. Touching in special places was less normal, reserved for
pleasant occasions when they were alone in their bedroom.
It has to be a secret, Itachi said.
Okay, Sasuke smiled.
Sasuke thought twice about what he was doing when Itachi pulled Sasuke closer
to the hardness in his pants. He sat Sasuke in his lap, massaging his butt as
gently as he had massaged his back. Sasuke leaned backward, resting his neck
against Itachi's, when Itachi's hands moved around to knead the insides of his
thighs, paying special attention to Sasuke's quiet moans. He teased his little
brother by moving closer and closer to his crotch, but then moved back down to
his knees.
Sasuke pulled his hand up, leaving the other limp by his side, and softly
dragged his fingers across his stomach. He moved his tiny fingers in circles
all the way up to his chest to play with his hard nipples. Itachi's hands, his
touches, the erection covered by Itachi's thin pants, it was all so tantalizing
for Sasuke. He just wanted his brother to unclothe him and to touch his own
erect cock. He cried out loudly when Itachi finally brought his hand to caress
the soft hardness outlined against his little brother's pants.
"I-ta-chi…please, don't stop…please touch me."
Itachi sighed contentedly at Sasuke's words and slipped his hand inside the
thick band of Sasuke's pants. He kindly toyed with Sasuke's dick, massaging it,
moving his hand up and down, using both hands to do different things at once.
He cupped Sasuke's balls in one hand, carefully taking care of them, while
bringing him to his climax with his other hand.
He sucked on Sasuke's neck, licked at his pale, sweaty skin, and sucked on the
lobe of his ear. He licked the shell, whispering sweet and dirty words to his
little brother; he told him what he felt in his hands, how he felt, what he
would do to him when they were alone, and what he knew Sasuke wanted from him.
Sasuke was mewling and writhing in Itachi's lap, purposefully moving against
the larger erection behind him, begging for him to do everything he was talking
about. He turned his head, eyes barely open, and held Itachi's sweet gaze. A
knot tightened in Sasuke's gut and a sweet pain roiled in his groin.
They kissed and nipped at each other's lips and then sucked on their tongues.
Sasuke played with Itachi's hair and traced every feature of his face, moaning
in a high voice, saying all sorts of ridiculous, needy things. He just wanted
Itachi to keep loving him and never to stop. He never wanted this moment to
end—this beautiful high only Itachi created—to end.
Sasuke's breath hitched and his kisses came faster and messier, his moans
louder and more frantic, and Itachi knew he was close. He coaxed his little
brother up that exhausting slope that made his heart beat like thunder. Loudly,
Sasuke cried out in to the forest, and Itachi was forced to cover the sound
with a desperate, bruising kiss. He pulled Sasuke back, bringing him down from
the clouds of ecstasy and back into his big brother's arms, where he belonged.
Sasuke panted, breathless and still floating, resting in Itachi's arms. His dry
orgasm had left his pants unsoiled, but on the inside he felt like he was
ravished by his brother. He loved the way Itachi could make him feel like that,
with just a gentle touch, a few strokes of the hand. Itachi gave Sasuke the
world without even realizing it. All Sasuke needed to have the world was
Itachi.
Slowly, his breathing evened out. Now, he was just lying there to be lying in
Itachi's lap. The sun tickled his cheeks, but the trees kept it out of his
eyes. The wind rustled the trees, and he could hear little animals in the
distance. But all he wanted was to hear Itachi's slow breath, his heart
pounding behind the soft pillow of his chest; the weight of his arms crossed
over his stomach, the silky strands of hair that brushed against his face, and
the point of his chin in his shoulders.
That was Sasuke's world. That was all he needed anymore, and he knew that. He
would be okay. The cloud would pass.
Itachi was there to make sure of it.
***** The Perfect Puzzle *****
Chapter Summary
     Sasuke picks out a school girl outfit and Itachi can't help but be
     majorly turned on.
Chapter Notes
     This chapter is the inadvertent product of listening to Flower by
     Pansy Division while talking to one of the weirdest people I know.
     Here you go, Cody. :D
     Requested by ItachiIsMyBaby~
See the end of the chapter for more notes
 
Sasuke wanted to go to school. After a couple weeks into their time with
Akatsuki, that’s all he could talk about. He didn’t even care whether or not he
went to a ninja academy he just wanted to go somewhere other kids his age
thronged. He craved his peers and that made Itachi feel sick inside, because he
could only ever say no. How was he supposed to explain to him they were a part
of an internationally wanted criminal organization? He was nine.
Itachi hugged Sasuke to his chest tighter. Maybe another reason for not letting
Sasuke go to school was his outright jealousy. He had been an overprotective
brother before, but after expressing his true feelings for the child, he grew
more and more possessive. Sasuke liked it. He said it showed how much Itachi
loved him and that he protected him from the nightmares. Itachi buried his face
in Sasuke’s spiky black hair at this thought.
I’m a nightmare, Sasuke…I’m your worst one…Imadethem.
The next morning Itachi woke up to empty arms. In a confused flurry he bolted
from the bed, activated his Sharingan, and examined as much of his surroundings
as physically possible. Immediately he sensed Sasuke’s presence in the shower.
He let out a heavy sigh and straightened himself, his Sharingan spinning away
into the black of his eyes. The bathroom door was ajar and let clouds of steam
roll into the bedroom. Inside he heard Sasuke’s pretty voice bounce of the
tiled walls as he sang.
Itachi sat himself on the bed and closed his eyes, happy to lose himself in the
perfect singing of his baby brother. His voice was so sweet and unblemished,
feminine and somehow wanton. He undressed himself and laid his clothes on the
bed, then stepped into the bathroom.
“Itachi!” Sasuke perked up instantly at the sight of his big brother, but then
blushed at the sight of his naked body and sputtered. “Wh-What are you doing,
brother?” Was it the heat of the water or the tantalizing image of his idol
that flushed his skin pink? Itachi liked the color on him either way.
“I need to shower too, Sasuke,” he laughed. Sasuke smiled and wrapped his arms
around him, burying his face in his chest.
“I love you,” he mumbled.
“I love you.”
After they showered both Uchiha decided they were famished. They walked to the
kitchen hand in hand and found there was nothing edible in any of the cabinets.
“Want to go to town and get breakfast?” Itachi asked.
“Yeah!” Sasuke jumped up and down, giddy and smiling. Itachi patted him on the
head and laughed.
“Calm down,” he said. Sasuke stuck his lip out and followed Itachi out of the
hideout.
They ate breakfast at a pretty café. There were only a few people inside, which
both brothers appreciated. They felt uncomfortable in public because they had
to refrain from “excessive displays of affection” as Itachi put it. Sasuke
pouted at this, but acquiesced, even though to him there was no such thing as
excessive expressions of love for his big brother. Besides, his brother knew
best, right? They walked around the large village, stopping to admire at
curious vendors or to window shop in classy stores. Sasuke gaped at the
centuries old beauty of a charcoal painting, rubbing the gold-chased frame with
a tiny finger.
“Don’t touch, Sasuke,” Itachi said.
“Sorry.”
Sasuke pulled his hand back. Itachi’s found his, causing the younger to blush
but hold on tighter. He ducked his head down and smiled. Itachi’s hand felt so
warm and soft.
“Can we go shopping for clothes, brother?”
“Sure.”
Sasuke ran around the department store touching everything and laughing while
he did so. The salesclerk at the front counter shot Itachi expressive glances,
sweetly asking him with her eyes to tone down his little brother.
“Hey, brother, look at this! Isn’t it cute! I could wear it to school,” Sasuke
said with a smile. Itachi’s eyes widened at what Sasuke held up for him.
“A uniform? A girl’s uniform?”
“What’s wrong with that? It’s cute.” He pouted at Itachi’s smile and lowered
his arm.
“No, no. If you really like it, then yes I’ll get it for you. You have to try
it on first.”
“Okay!”
He ran into the dressing rooms in the back of the store, Itachi following
closely behind him. He stood outside the stall Sasuke was in, tempted to peak
through a crack in the door. He chided himself for thinking of doing such a
thing in public and crossed his arms over his chest. He was excited to see what
Sasuke looked like in the outfit.
“B—Brother, can you help me? My hair got caught,” Sasuke said. Itachi cocked an
eyebrow and pushed the door open.
Sasuke looked up at Itachi through his dark bangs with shimmering doe eyes. The
button up hung from his hair at a button causing Sasuke a little pain. The
powder blue plaid skirt rested prettily on his little hips. His chest was
exposed, stirring a hardness to life in Itachi’s pants. His nipples were small
and pink, sensitive when touched in the right ways, and his stomach was concave
because of his young age and distaste for eating.
“Don’t stare, you’re making me blush,” he said in a quiet breath.
“Sorry,” Itachi chuckled. “Turn around.”
Sasuke turned around and allowed Itachi to tend to his injury. It was easy
enough to free his hair from the button, although Sasuke yelped when Itachi
tugged at it. He pulled the shirt over Sasuke’s head and let it settle around
his torso. While Sasuke buttoned up the shirt, Itachi couldn't help but reach
down and massage Sasuke’s ass.
“A—Ah, what are you doing?”
“You look so cute in that outfit,” Itachi whispered into his neck.
Sasuke let out a breathy moan at the hot air on his skin. Itachi moved his hand
lower and reached under Sasuke’s skirt to knead the healthy mounds; if there
was one healthy thing about Sasuke it was his ass (Itachi knew he would have
fun with this when they were older). Sasuke leaned his head against Itachi’s
shoulder and closed his eyes, enjoying the sensations. Itachi kissed at
Sasuke’s neck and sucked furiously on the skin. Sasuke was his and he wanted it
to show.
“When we get home I’m going to do something new for you, okay?”
Sasuke nodded fervently and moaned when Itachi wrapped his arms around Sasuke’s
stomach. He hugged his baby brother tightly to himself and hid his face in his
neck. He loved how sweet Sasuke smelled, how subtle and calming the scent was.
They exited the dressing room with Sasuke still wearing the school girl
uniform. There was a different lady at the desk when they approached.
Sasuke stepped up to the counter dressed in the girl’s button up and powder
blue skirt. He smiled at the woman behind the counter, looking like an angel.
“Isn’t she precious,” the lady sighed.
Sasuke beamed at her compliment.
Later that night, Itachi sat on his bed with his laptop at his side. He focused
intensely on the bright screen, the only light in the otherwise dark room. His
eyes were half-lidded and he found it harder and harder to concentrate on the
words on the screen. He felt himself jerk; his body convulsed, and he finally
let a moan escape his pale lips. He pushed his head against the pillows behind
him and curled his toes.
“Oh, Sasuke,” he said. He hummed under his breath and moved his fingers around
his pulsing erection, fantasizing. “Ah…”
He bucked his hips into the cave of his hand and shuddered as thoughts of his
baby brother swirled around his mind. Sasuke, he thought, over and over again.
He couldn't get those trusting eyes out of his thoughts, or those sinfully
perfect lips that did such dirty things for him. His little spiky hair, so soft
and perfect between his fingers. His tiny body completely and willingly under
Itachi’s total control. Sasuke trusted Itachi with every inch of his body and
at moments like these Itachi couldn’t find it in himself to care. He was
helplessly attracted to his baby brother. Helplessly in love.
“Brother, I tried to—” Sasuke shut his mouth as soon as he understood what he
walked in on. “Do—Do you want me to leave?” He blushed and averted his eyes
from the lewd sight of his brother in front of him. Truthfully he didn’t want
to leave, but he had to ask.
“No. Stay.”
He turned his eyes from the computer to meet Sasuke’s, who stepped into the
room and shut the door behind him. Itachi looked Sasuke up and down, even more
painfully aroused at the sight of Sasuke still dressed in his school girl
outfit. His tiny legs looked longer with the skirt hitched up to his navel. The
white button up bulged where it was pushed under the skirt and all Itachi could
think about was popping every button with his teeth. Sasuke blushed scarlet at
the image of Itachi touching himself to his baby brother like that. It made him
happy that he could make Itachi feel that way.
Itachi arched his back and came with Sasuke’s name loud on his lips. He rested
against the pillows behind him, trying to catch his breath. He was dizzy from
the pleasure. Sasuke was so beautiful it made it difficult for Itachi to really
control himself. Sasuke stood awkwardly in the doorway, wringing his hands and
looking at his feet. He was too nervous to ask Itachi if he would do that to
him.
“It’s okay, Sasuke,” Itachi said, “come here.”
Sasuke looked up at his big brother with a hopeful light in his eyes. He
bounded over to his brother with a smile on his face and hopped onto the bed,
his skirt fanning out behind him. It was short enough to reveal the edge of his
ass for anyone to see behind him. Itachi couldn’t wait to be behind him. He
cleaned his hand on a nearby tissue as Sasuke crawled up to him.
He pulled Sasuke onto his chest, wrapped his arms securely around the small
raven, and kissed him passionately. His tongue flicked against Sasuke’s bottom
lip who eagerly opened his mouth to let the elder inside. Itachi licked the
warmth of Sasuke’s mouth, caressing his tongue with his own and nipping gently
to get Sasuke to moan just the way Itachi loved. They lost themselves in the
kiss, feeling each other, chasing the warm butterflies that ran across their
skin. Sasuke eventually found his shirt unbuttoned and Itachi sucking at one of
his pert nipples. He gasped at the sensation of Itachi’s teeth teasing him and
gripped his big brother’s shoulders tighter.
“Oh, Itachi,” he moaned.
“Louder, Sasuke,” Itachi said.
“Haah!”
Sasuke threw his head back when Itachi gently raked his nails down his stomach
to the hem of his skirt. He buried his hands beneath the plaid and found that
Sasuke wasn’t wearing any underwear.
“What? Why aren’t you wearing anything, Sasuke?”
“Th—They’re all dirty,” he said. Itachi smiled.
“Ah, laundry day,” he sighed happily. “Remember how I said I was going to do
something different for you tonight?” Sasuke nodded at Itachi’s question. “I’m
gonna start soon.” Sasuke nodded again.
Itachi licked from one of Sasuke’s nipples to the other, spreading out the
button up with his hand. He loved how open Sasuke was. He lay beneath Itachi,
hands clinging to the sheets, shirt unbuttoned without a care, and legs spread
wide for Itachi to take him however he pleased. Itachi brought two of his
fingers to Sasuke’s face as he moved his head down.
“Can you suck on them for me?”
“Y—Yeah.”
He took Itachi’s fingers into his mouth the same time Itachi stuck his head
under Sasuke’s skirt to take his hard cock whole. Sasuke cried out around
Itachi’s fingers, but sucked furiously when some of his senses came back to
him. He swirled his tongue around the slender digits and bucked his hips into
Itachi’s face. When Itachi was satisfied with their lubrication he slowly moved
his hand to Sasuke’s lower entrance.
“What are you gonna do?”
“I’m gonna make you scream,” Itachi breathed.
Sasuke looked down at him curiously, trusting him fully. Whatever Itachi was
going to do to him Sasuke knew it would feel good. Itachi never lied. He
prodded gently at Sasuke’s hole and stuck the first finger in. He wiggled it
around, Sasuke squirming at the intrusion above him. He pushed his head against
the pillow behind him and looked up at the ceiling, anxious and waiting for
whatever was to come. When Itachi breached the first ring he added in a second
finger. Sasuke gasped and squeezed his eyes shut. It didn’t hurt, not really,
but the feeling of Itachi opening him up like that surprised him. Itachi opened
and closed his fingers to spread Sasuke even more, swirling them around as he
kissed the inside of Sasuke’s thigh.
“Get up on your knees,” Itachi said.
Slowly, Sasuke moved around with Itachi’s fingers still inside him. He stood up
on his knees, facing Itachi who held his fingers securely inside Sasuke. He
watched his big brother curiously. His button up fell over the end of one
shoulder, and the way he looked with the skirt still on, bunched up around the
crook of Itachi’s elbow turned the elder on in a way he hadn’t expected.
“Sit down on them when I move them okay?” Sasuke nodded.
Itachi kissed him one last time before slowly pushing them deeper, mindful of
Sasuke’s initial discomfort. Sasuke moved with him, his arms limp at his sides,
waiting. Itachi moved his fingers in and out, Sasuke moved up and down, and
nothing happened at first. He was comfortably stretched now, so he just waited
for whatever Itachi promised was coming.
When Itachi curled his fingers in the right moment and Sasuke sat on them at
the same time something happened. Sasuke didn’t know what it was and he didn’t
care. He just knew that he needed it. There was a beautiful ache deep inside
him as Itachi hit that special place. Sasuke tossed his head back and cried out
loudly. His breathing became labored and he moved more frantically against
Itachi’s fingers, desperate to find that feeling again. It was something deep
within him, something perfect and Itachi had found it. Itachi found that
treasure that wasn’t gold or idols, but a feeling Sasuke had never known and
never wanted to lose.
“Oh, God, Itachi!” Sasuke yelled and brought his arms up, balling his hands
against his head. Pleasure racked his mind unlike anything he’d experienced
before. This was so different than every other time he spent with Itachi. This
was…this was…
Itachi hummed at Sasuke’s reaction and thrust his fingers in to the knuckle,
curling them, moving them, scissoring them, doing everything he could to beat
that bundle of nerves until Sasuke forgot his own name. He felt himself
hardening fast. The skirt Sasuke wore bounced with his movements, tickling
Itachi’s elbow. If it weren’t for the fact that Sasuke looked so fuckable
wearing that outfit Itachi would have ripped it off as soon as he touched the
sheets.
Sasuke mewled under Itachi’s touch and felt something deep in his core burn
with ecstasy. He loved it. His fingers let go of his hair and found their way
to Itachi’s neck. He pulled his big brother close, burying his face in his
neck, his body guiding him to a more comfortable position this way. A few more
thrusts later and Sasuke reached the height of the moment. His insides writhed
with a beautiful fire inside him and made him jerk and clench his legs around
Itachi’s arm.
Itachi caught Sasuke and pulled him down onto the bed when he collapsed in his
arms. They lay side by side and curled together beneath mountains of plush
comforters. Sasuke hummed a small tune, holding onto Itachi’s shirt. He loved
the way his brother smelled; it was a natural scent that didn’t have a name. He
loved these moments after they shared their special time. They just enjoyed
each other’s company, happy not to be alone and to be with the person they
loved most in the world.
Sasuke smiled so big it hurt his cheeks but that was okay. The aftermath of the
pleasure tingling his skin, making him hyperaware of everything around him
overrode any discomfort plaguing him. He sighed and snuggled deeper into
Itachi’s chest, adoring the warmth radiating through the black shirt. He
pressed his small body flush against Itachi’s. They curled around each other
and fit like the last two pieces to a puzzle. They were made for each other.
There was no other explanation.
There was a deep breathing near Itachi’s heart. His baby brother took deep
breaths, his whole body heaving with the gentle motions. He was asleep. Itachi
breathed in the smell of Sasuke’s hair and laced his fingers through the little
ones gripping him. He stared at their pale hands, something else that fit so
well it made Itachi beam. He never wanted this moment to end. Tonight was
perfect.
Chapter End Notes
     Okay, so like reading this I realize I hate it so hard. Fuck, I can't
     believe I'm about to publish this piece of shit. I'm sorry it sucks
     so bad, Cody. Seriously. *shoots self*
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