A/N: Please read, this is VERY important! This is the FINAL chapter of DPWM! To celebrate the end of my cherished story, I'm going to start on two new chapter-fics, 'Let's Watch This City Burn' and 'Doll Face' and then I plan to update 'Darko' and I want to put up a poll asking you all, my readers, which fic should become my main focus from now on.
Enjoy chapter nine!
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Try to leave a light on when Im gone
Something I rely on to get home
One I can feel at night
A naked light, a fire to keep me warm
Try to leave a light on when Im gone
Even in the daylight, shine on
And when its late at night you can look inside
You wont feel so alone
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"The darkest hour is just before the dawn."
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Dawn- It was strangely bright, and the slumbering teen wished so much to ignore the vibrant calling of the sun's radiance. She was too golden, and joyful in the sky, too happy to shine and wake foolish humans from their beds each morning when most deserved to be captured by the harshness of the night, and eaten one bite at a time.
This particular mortal, beaten and stamped so far into the cool dirt of the ground below by his life, wished for nothing more than to be covered in the soft darkness, to sleep and sleep forever. Still, his tired eyes slowly opened, peering up into the moderate height of the ceilings, the chiseled tunnels in the stony cliffs that formed circular oculi above, glassed, and letting in rounded pillars of light. They drew him easily from his slumber, when he had previously assumed he would never awaken, housed in the darkness of these cave-like homes, so much like a tomb. But no, here he stared into the beaming light, letting it's gentle caress draw him into a state of waking, though he soon turned his head, his cheek resting against the soft blue of his pillow.
He stared into a wall that was empty save for the bookshelf- It must have been a vital addition to any home Itachi had stayed in, his mind needing the constant stimulation. Sasuke wanted to close his eyes, and stop thinking about it, every thought of his brother bringing pain like salt upon an open wound. But this time he simply could not, his own mental state riddled by the most simple disturbances. Itachi was not that woman's lover, so.. Did that suggest that they slept in separate rooms? If so, then would this have been the elder Uchiha's room, and this his bookshelf? It was not entirely plausible, though it was somewhat feasible.
The only thing that stood in the way of this theory was that the shelf was filled with children's books, certainly for the young children to indulge in, and not Itachi himself. Each colorful book lined the shelf, perfectly sized identical to it's neighbor and fit snugly, but not too tightly. The only one that stood out was a single book turned on it's back, rather than being turned properly. Sasuke assumed the kid, Akemi, probably did it when putting a book back, not really sparing a care for tidiness, as most kids didn't. For some reason, that one misplaced object bothered the Uchiha teen, and sluggishly he drew himself up from bed to close the short distance between himself and the shelf.
A thin, white hand reached out, fingertips lightly tracing the edges of the book before it was flipped up correctly, and once it was up so that the title on the spine could be read, Sasuke's dark eyes instinctively looked upon it, just to see what it was that had been poorly returned to it's home.
Intrigue flooded his system, causing him to tilt his head just the slightest degree, and those smoldering, charcoal doe eyes read the title over and over again, just so he could be sure. The book that had been out of place was not a book specifically for children, though it was believable to think that Akemi, being Itachi's son, would read such a book. Sasuke preferred to let the embers lighting a fire of curiosity in his heart be let go, and to spread beyond his control, rather than covering them in black soot, and smothering them forever. Thinking of Itachi pained him, but it was also the only thing he even -wanted- to think of, and otherwise his mind was as hollow as his heart.
This item was a book of mythology, but not geared toward kids. It was, instead, a serious study of all the characters, and their origins, their relations, and their meanings- It was a mass of information for knowledge and cultural understanding; It was the kind of book an adult would read, the kind Itachi would read. Because of this, Sasuke opted to remove it from the shelf, and flip through it momentarily, his fingers turning the pages as his pools quickly scanned over them. He was being left to question this. Why would Itachi have only one book on an entire shelf of kid's fairytales? Why was it turned onto it's back, why-..
Sasuke paused in his contemplation, his eyes captured by what was not a page in the book, but paper tucked inside the pages, not belonging. It was frail, and thin, and yellowed as if antique, and Sasuke allowed himself to set the book upon the cool floor, his own body being lowered to his knees as he unfolded the thing delicately, his heart racing for some reason, his expectations extremely high, his hopes soaring far above his head. The paper turned out to be yet another map of the region, similar to his own, and as he gazed upon it, he wasn't sure what he had thought it would be. This one was less heavily marked, the land forms not shown in their completion as Sasuke had so busily gathered on his own map. The only particular mark on the paper was a small circle drawn in the region of the Glass Desert, the rounded form not enclosing anything in particular, just sitting quaint and innocently in the space provided.
What could that circle possibly represent out in the middle of the desert? Sasuke pondered it, reflecting on everything, just trying to draw his own lines toward conclusions, but something was amiss, and he thought, perhaps.. It was meant to be that way. But as this map had been pulled from Itachi's book, and was very possibly Itachi's own map.. It left Sasuke to question the meaning of it. Was there something more Itachi had meant for Sasuke to see? Had he laid a trail extending miles beyond his own death, or was Sasuke merely clinging to blind hopes? He hadn't a clue.
The teen set the map aside, his eyes flickering down to the page of the book, the bold words printed across the top, just above a picture of a pale-faced maiden, wrapped in red and gold robes, shimmering vibrant, and beautiful.
'Amaterasu and Susano'o'
The teen's thoughts were captured by this chapter, the characters having clearly been some of Itachi's more favored ones, especially Amaterasu. Dark optics skimmed over the pages, taking in the tale a few sentences at a time, but with every line Sasuke read, his hunch that this book was of some special importance dimmed out. This story was familiar to him, and the reminiscence lurking in his mind was very clear. Itachi himself had never spoken of these stories, he had never shown Sasuke his interest in them when they were kids, and he had never taken the time to read such tales to the boy. These myths were not familiar because Itachi had ever mentioned them, but rather, it was because of Akemi; Sasuke realized that as he read over a specific line toward the center of the story.
"..And so, because of her brother's actions, Amaterasu locked herself inside a cave, casting the world over in darkness."
It was the exact same story the boy Akemi was telling to his sleeping sibling, Haru. Akemi was certainly old enough to be able to read, and he was the spawn of Itachi- That child was likely advanced for his age, and with particular interests in more serious, deep-driven stories. Sasuke could easily come to the conclusion that Akemi had been the one to disturb the one book, leaving it turned for easy location, and keeping the page marked with just a random piece of paper. It had even been on a lower shelf, clearly, so the little male could reach it.
Sasuke sighed, doubting his own sanity, thinking it was quickly slipping through his fingers without a clear trail to remain on, a trail leading after Itachi, Itachi who Sasuke chased, and chased, until he ran his sibling to death. He would not be able to go on very long like this, and he knew that, but for reasons he was unaware of.. He continued, for now.
He shut the book without returning the map, despite himself. After returning the book to it's proper place, leaving it sitting upright, he took the thin paper over to the table where he had left the note book, his own map, and Itachi's book he had carried along. The new map was laid upon the table, but the teen's fingertips wandered over to lay against the notebook, and the informative book on stars and planets and moons. His head was turned slightly, his face toward the bookshelf once again, noting the two empty spaces. He lifted the two objects from the table into his hands, and he padded over to the shelf, sliding first the reading book into one of the two empty slots. It fit perfectly, but as for the notebook when Sasuke tried it, it was too thin, leaving awkward spaces where it sat. Because of this, Sasuke brought the notebook back to the table, laying it down.
Now, because he could not think of any reason against this, he laid his map of the area overtop of the other he had just found, and he precisely traced the unexplained circle from the near-blank map onto his own. True, there was absolutely no purpose in doing this, but there also was no reason not to. That circle had to represent -something- and even if Sasuke never knew what, he wanted to remember that something was out there.
A sound rang out in the tiny room, a tapping, just barely there. It was the sound of knuckles delicately rapping against the door, and Sasuke turned in that direction as the door was pushed open just enough for the woman to stand in view. Her eyes were angled down to stare at the bundle in her hands; Itachi's cloak, and Sasuke's clothes he had taken off before his bath last night. She offered the clothes to the young teen, doe eyes slowly straying upward as her voice softly spoke up from behind pretty, pink lips. "I washed these for you, Sasuke-kun."
The young Uchiha padded over to the woman, taking the clothes from her hands, and thanking her softly. His thanks was followed by further offerings from her, in a gentle, hospitable tone. "I made breakfast.. You may join us if you like.. There is enough for all of us."
"Nn, hai," Sasuke agreed humbly, nodding his head one time as he watched the woman nod back, stepping from the room, and closing the door behind herself. The young Uchiha turned to put the cloak away, tucking it safely inside the closet with the small bag that still held the coins and the kunai. He next untied the sash at his waist, shrugging the white sleep robe he had been wearing from his pale body, and he put his own clothes back on, not wanting to meander about the house in pajamas, looking as if he did not wish to pull himself from bed. He folded the robe, and left it lying neatly on his bed before he sauntered to the door, and walked out, shutting it to keep the room he was using private.
Doing just as he assured the woman he would, he came back to the dining area he had been introduced to the day before, finding a plate set out at the same place he sat yesterday. This food, which was clearly put here for him, welcomed him, and he quietly took his seat, catching a stare from the little boy Akemi. Upon noticing, Sasuke looked up at him, and the young male averted his eyes back to his own breakfast. The woman smiled softly to herself as her baby, his little head already covered in thick, black hair, rested in one of her arms.
The food that was offered, similar to what was given to him the day before, consisted of rice, and fruit- He could assume it was the staple of these desert people's diet, though he wondered if the Crow Clan lived vegetarian lifestyles. It appeared that they had a great respect for the menagerie they shared their home with, so it was very likely. With slow grace, Sasuke took his first bite from the bowl just in front of him, it being a dish of some type of sweet rice porridge, the grains extremely tender, and sticky, meshed with a subtly sweet white cream, which was probably at least half dairy-based, and half derived from the milk of some desert fruit. It was delectable, to say the least, and it made him think on the subject of his sibling, yet again; If these desert people lived off of foods sweetened by various means, Itachi really would favor this diet. He had probably been so happy and content here.
The young Uchiha sighed lowly, his eyes looking at the small plate near his bowl as he continued to eat. He had also been given a serving of two different pale-yellow fruit slices, both with mellow tastes, and tender flesh; It appeared to be mango and banana. His attention diverted from his rice to try the fruits, and they tasted satisfying, as he could have expected.
He also had been given a cup of warm tea, and this very morning he could easily identify the flavor by the fragrance; It was the same as Itachi had gotten for him each time they met, the citrus, Sasuke's favorite. He took a quick sip, letting the taste hover on his tongue before he continued with his slow, small bites of the sweet rice.
As he ate, his mind wandered about ceaselessly, unable to stop pondering Itachi. Sasuke wondered if his troubled consciousness would ever be free from his fallen sibling, or if he even wanted to- He thought he was perfectly content to linger with his sorrows for the rest of his life, chasing blind hopes, just as he always had. But as he thought on things, his discoveries from this morning, he couldn't help but want to pry at it, trying desperately to form trails that surely could only ever be imaginary.
"Akemi.." Sasuke spoke up, his dark eyes raising to look at the boy, his face masked as impassive when really he was insanely curious. He was granted a return of eye-to-eye contact with the young illusion-of-Itachi, Akemi hearing Sasuke's soft call, and giving him attention, though the boy was somehow wary of the teen, unsure. Sasuke took the attention gratefully, however, needing nothing more than that as he posed a quick question to the new heir of what would be Uchiha.
"That story that you were telling to Haru last night.. I heard you telling it.. What is it?"
For a tense, and quiet second, Akemi stared, slowly looking back down at his own bowl, seemingly unwilling to even speak to Sasuke, though eventually his little voice was uttered, breaking the silence, while he kept his eyes trained on his food in what Sasuke could not tell was either shyness or plain dislike. "It was a story my Otousan used to tell me every night.. I was telling it to Haru because he had never heard it, and Otousan won't be here to tell him."
There was a passing second of silence, and Akemi started eating again, not once looking up, not wanting to. Sasuke himself looked over at the woman, and she was watching her young son, very concerned for the boy. The teenage Uchiha didn't know if he was pressing painful buttons unnecessarily, and to let things settle, he started nibbling at his breakfast again, though his curiosity had not yet been completely satiated. He wasn't sure if he was to form any kind of relationship with the mini-Itachi boy, or how long he would even be here, but something inside told him that he could not reach the child without trying. The only real problem was that he wasn't at all trying to take Itachi's space, he was serving his own needs, just hoping Akemi could accept him long enough for the teen to accomplish that. Sasuke took a bite of the fruit just to the side of his bowl, chewing and swallowing, and then he spoke up again, his voice quiet, and careful.
"What was the story about? Can you tell me?"
Akemi did not immediately acknowledge Sasuke's question, preferring to finish chewing his food, taking his time, rebelling just slightly, but under the pretense of manners. It was a contradiction, a paradox, but it worked; This boy was most certainly Itachi's. Once he was finished, he raised his head, his sharp, reflective, but dark optics flickering up to stare at the teenage Uchiha, quietly observing Sasuke as a whole person, as his Ojisan, brother to his Otousan, uncertain what his purpose here was, or why he was asking these questions. Regardless of the conclusion in the young child's head, he spoke up when he finished his pondering, his voice bell-like and smoothly unwavering. "It is the story of how Amaterasu was so upset by her brother Susano'o, when he persistently was cruel toward her, that she locked herself inside a cave, taking her light with her."
A nod was given in response to the boy's explanation, Sasuke softly speaking the words, "..I see." The teen was sure he understood the young boy's thoughts now- He must have related everything to the story Itachi used to tell him. He believed that Itachi was gone because his brother had been cruel to him, and really.. That wasn't so far from the truth. Actually, it was very near close to the plain and simple way of things.
The small group each finished their breakfast in silence from there on, but for some reason Sasuke just couldn't leave the little boy's words alone. That story; Itachi had -told- it to Akemi every night. It just seemed that Akemi should have memorized it if it was told to him every night, rather than having to read it out of a book. Yes, that was true- The boy told it to Haru just last night with no book in hand at all. He knew it. It was permanently printed in his mind, that story so close to the truth. In the meantime, the book sat turned wrongly on the shelf, begging for attention, a map of the area with a circle printed upon it marking the page that began that story.
That story so close to the truth.
As Akemi wandered off, and the woman laid her baby down to finish his nap, Sasuke remained at the table until the woman came back. He watched her start to clean up the dishes, and he rose to his feet to aid her, speaking up softly. "I wanted to ask.. Since I don't think you ever said- What is your name?"
The delicate female paused, blinking as if she was thinking in a most involved manner, and then her lips parted as she looked up at Sasuke, taking the dishes he had collected from his hands. "My name is Kaiko."
She was given a nod from Sasuke, acknowledging her identity, though most clearly her name was not all Sasuke had intended to ask. He was just collecting the information as he had further things to converse on. When she carried the collected dishes into the kitchen to be placed in a wash basin, the young Uchiha followed her, keeping a subtle space between them though he let it be known that he was tracing her steps. When she stopped in one place to wash up the dishes, Sasuke's low voice poured out, still very calm and neutral. "I'm leaving."
An immediate reaction upon the young Uchiha's word, Kaiko turned to face him, looking at him questioningly, wishing to know what had caused his urge to depart so quickly. It was funny how worried she seemed- Perhaps she regarded Sasuke as a little brother, just in the same manner Itachi did. That would have been unexplainably compassionate, and Sasuke did not understand it, but to answer the woman's curiosity, he elaborated on his claim. "There is something I want to check out.. I'll probably come back tomorrow, or maybe the next day. The location I'm going to head toward is out in the Glass Desert."
"The Glass Desert?" Her expression shifted to a keen misunderstanding. It was obvious that she did not know why anybody would want to travel out into the Glass Desert. Everybody knew there was absolutely nothing out there; No towns, no hidden group of native people, no water, no food, nothing! It was the most barren place in all the world, and the only thing to find beyond the desert was ocean. This was a trip which would bear no salvation. Still, the woman did not know what Sasuke had planned or what he was trekking out into the desert for, and it was not her place to pry. She sighed to herself. "Is there anything I can give you, to help you?"
Hating to ask for anything, Sasuke glanced off to the side, though he knew better than to think he would survive if he wandered off without any supplies, so he spoke up hesitantly. "Food that will last through the trip. And water."
The frail, young woman nodded to him, but she paused after his request, thinking. A soft smile came over her face and her dark eyes trailed back up to connect with the teen's. Sasuke didn't really know what she suddenly seemed to have on her mind, or what could have been so clever to provoke her smile now of all times, but he did not ask questions, nor did he even have to, as her soft voice spoke up again. "I know what I can give you to help you. Go ahead and get everything you plan to take, and I'll grab some supplies for you."
With a nod Sasuke just accepted- He still didn't know what she would offer, but it was alright. If it made his journey easier, and he felt alright taking the kindness offered to him, it would be fine. He headed back toward the small room he had been given, fetching his pack, which still held the kunai, from the closet, and he tucked his map inside Itachi's notebook so it wouldn't get wrinkled, packing that as well. Other than his food and water, that was really all he needed, and he grabbed the cloak from the closet, wrapping his body in the protective fabric, and buttoning it.
He slung one strap over his shoulder, and walked with quick steps down the hall, and into the den area. He didn't see Kaiko, so he meandered through the dining room, and he stuck his head into the kitchen. He knew she hadn't come down the hall, so he thought to look outside lastly. He opened the door, walking out in the bright, desert sun, just to see Kaiko standing just in front of the house with a large, sleek animal in her grasp.
Sasuke gaped at the creature; It was a horse, not giant, but not at all tiny. He had a broad forehead, and a narrow snout, his face masked white while his mane hung down in a chocolate brown coloration between brown ears. He had glaring blue eyes, and a proud posture, his neck curved, his bones chiseled, and his tail held high and strong. His legs were long, his musculature firm, and lean, and he looked as if he had the strength of three thousand men. His body was mostly brown, though a white patch crawled down the side of his neck, jaggedly covered by his long, beaded, and feather-adorned mane. Then, right on the side of his rump was painted the Uchiha crest.
Kaiko was busily loading a few packs onto the horses back, leaving a space just behind his level shoulders for Sasuke to ride, he assumed. It was there that she placed a couple of colorfully decorated pads, like blankets, for the teen to comfortably sit while he was riding. After doing this, she turned her head to notice Sasuke standing behind her, and she faced him with a sheepish grin on her pretty face. A frail hand patted the stallion on his gracefully curved neck, and she spoke up quickly, to explain. "Sasuke- This is Michio-chan. I thought you could ride him, making your trip easier, as long as you can be back by the day-after-tomorrow. He is fit for travel through the desert without water, but that is as long as he can go, and since he is dear to me, I hope you will indeed bring him back. I packed food and water for you, and food for him, so.. You should be fine."
She pulled a heavy scarf from one of the packs strapped to the horse, and walked over near to Sasuke, her voice again coming out suddenly, as it seemed she had forgotten something. "Oh- Michio can get grumpy at times, and he doesn't usually let anybody ride him except for me, but the secret to calming him if he gets mad is sharingan. I know you won't have any problem."
Her eyes looked off for a moment before she took the scarf in her hands, and started to wrap it about the teen's head and face, comfortably loose, but tight enough to stay on while he was riding in the desert. "This will keep the sun from burning your face.. I thought you would need it also.."
The young Uchiha felt almost overwhelmed by this woman's kindness, unsure how she managed to be so warm, knowing surely Sasuke caused Itachi's death. No, he did know; It was part of her Crow Clan culture, which, even though they seemed like uncivilized people living out in the desert, they really were the most civil people in all the world. Quietly, almost embarrassedly, Sasuke thanked Kaiko. The woman simply smiled to him, and gave him a friendly 'You're welcome, little brother.'
No more was said between them, and Sasuke climbed up onto the enduring creature's back, taking the reins attached to the head collar in his hands, and he gave Michio's side a gentle tap with his heel, and he set off on his new journey out into the Glass Desert.
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Not having to walk through the burning heat was indeed a wonderful indulgence, though just as rumored, it was still blistering hot, even just sitting. The young Uchiha's bangs stuck to his forehead beneath the heavy scarf, and it was hard to breath the hot, dry air, let alone keep an eye on where he was headed with the wind whipping against his eyes as Michio galloped at full speed.
Michio, also as rumored, was truly the most tireless creature under the sun. He ran, breaking into full gallops in bursts, but never slowed from his quick pace until Sasuke could ascertain that they had almost made it to their destination. Once he did slow, he maintained a vibrant trot, his course fur beading with sweat as he huffed, and snorted, shaking his mane proudly. The teen smiled softly to himself beneath his protective scarf, and gave the stallion a gracious pat, most assuredly feeding the strong horse's undoubtably present ego. He must have known he was the best horse for desert riding, somehow, or else he had a hot-blooded, and almost arrogantly powerful demeanor bred into him.
Keeping on path with the sun as a directional device, Sasuke held off on stopping until his feel for the distance began to kick in. By this time it was near-dusk, the sky shades of orange and pink on the horizon just above the blood-red of the rocky desert. Sasuke was certain that they were near to their destination, yet there was only one disturbance in the distance, and it seemed like nothing more than two large boulders. It was only when the teen Uchiha rode closer to the formation that he found something of interest.
He climbed off of Michio after approaching what had to be the circled landmark; There was cave, a small eruption of blood red stone from the ground, with an opening, which led down into the depths of the formation. It was obviously of some importance, because just outside waited a small, man-made well; Sasuke was left to assume that the well dipped into the underground flow of the Sweet River, because he walked over, leading his horse behind him, and he gave the rope a tug, hearing the bucket below splash in an immense amount of water.
Sasuke drew out the bucket from the well, and sat it on the ground for the horse, the desert-dwelling stallion happily gulping the pure, clear water down. As the strong creature refreshed himself, Sasuke untied the packs from his back, almost sure he heard the horse sigh in relief as the weight was taken off. The young Uchiha first opened up the pack which contained nothing more than food for the horse, and he left it laying open, knowing Michio would turn his attention to it when he was done drinking.
Aware that he could not venture into a cave at night, Sasuke sauntered over to a random tree near to the site. It was a dried up old relic that was quite dead, and the boy hadn't a clue how the thing had even managed to grow as tall as it was out in this harsh environment. Regardless, he gathered a mass of the scattered branches, bringing them back over near the well where Michio was waiting, and using a low-powered fireball technique, Sasuke ignited the dried wood easily, creating a fire that would warm him as the desert night-chill set in. He pulled the colorful blankets from his horse's back, laying them down somewhat close to the flame, next dragging over his packs of supplies.
The kind Crow Clan woman had packed him fresh water, rice balls, and bags of dried fruits, nuts and seeds. Sasuke's dehydrated body sought water first, and foremost, and he pulled the scarf from his face before he started to drink, gulping from the water-pack without hardly taking a breath. After many deep gulps, he parted from the pack, practically panting for air. He had drank so quickly that his stomach felt full from the liquid. Sasuke still nibbled on the rice balls, and fruit and nut mixture, letting it all settle easily in his stomach, weighing him down for sleep, which he welcomed as Michio settled near him, loyally.
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Sasuke had no choice but to wake, bright, and very early- The sun roused the young male as she peeked over the horizon, looking more grand, and strongly shimmering than ever before. The sight was astounding, seeing the glorious being slowly make her way up from the edges of the young Uchiha's perceivable world. It was hard to imagine how big the sun really was until one saw her like this, journeying into open, cloudless sky, looking as if she was near enough to incinerate the boy, should he dare to disrespect her.
Of course, the teen had nothing but respect for the beautifully mighty Amaterasu. He just wished now, more than ever, that Itachi could be here. This was one thing the heir would adore like nothing else in the world, save for Sasuke himself. Watching the sun in the morning was a habitual act beginning each day for the elder male, and Sasuke wanted to believe that Itachi was still doing so in the afterlife, peering down to stare at the same sun now, this very moment. In this way, the brother's were still connected, and Sasuke would almost admit.. he thought he could feel Itachi watching alongside him, his sibling's presence pulsing within him with each beat of his living heart.
The boy did not stick around watching for very long, though, because he was terribly eager to at last find the reason he had come all the way out into this terrible wasteland. Michio was hanging around next to his open food pack, getting a bite of breakfast to give him strength for the day to come, and Sasuke dipped the bucket back down into the well, drawing it out filled with water for the stallion to drink. The young Uchiha knew the horse was too loyal to humans to run off, so he left the creature outside, while he headed toward the cave.
The mouth of the cave had been here haunting him all night, a great, dark, gaping hole which held something, some clue which had to have been left behind by the elder Uchiha. The teen could explain this in no other way. Why else would there even be anything here? The book, the map, and the circle were not coincidence, because -nothing- was coincidence when Itachi was concerned. Sasuke had learned this. Everything happened, and was laid forth for a reason, and he would find that reason, even if it killed him.
Hanging from the blood red opening was a tiny bell, which dinged in welcoming as Sasuke grew near. His eyes flashed over, having not noticed it before, but there it was- Hanging from a red ribbon was a small, metallic bell, near blackened from days in the sun, with a thin luck amulet hanging down below to capture the wind, and ring the small musical device. As the boy grew closer, he noticed the amulet was faded also, and any words that might have been inscribed were missing.
He hoped it still brought him luck. With the greatest faith in what he would find, he took his first step into the dark pit. It was a cave like any other. The floors were littered with dust and rocks, and jagged structures hung down from the ceilings. The teen's movements echoed in the space, but not because it was large, and overpowering. As he took a few steps in, he began to realize that it was indeed a very short cave, and he could almost make out the ending. The wall to the back of the cave was shallow enough to still be reached by the light of the sun, especially as the golden beacon sat just on the horizon in the East, beaming down into the hole in the land. It was greatly helpful, and Sasuke pondered that; Maybe this cave was meant to be explored in the morning. It was Itachi's favorite time of day, after all.
With confident movements, Sasuke strode toward the end, his eyes having adjusted to the slightly lesser light, even without sharingan. He could see the cracks and crevasses well now. And one thing he could make out most of all was some sort of box sitting right at the end of the cave, stashed down here, the perfect hiding place tucked in the middle of a horrific desert. The teen almost smiled to himself, moving carefully, but eagerly forward, closing the now small gap between him and whatever his reward for coming to this wasteland was.
He at last reached the box, and he crouched down next to it- It was withered, wooden, and very old-looking. It was similar to what one envisioned a treasure chest looking like, and for that reason, the teen Uchiha was that much more certain he would find treasure within. The old thing was not even locked. Sasuke reached a thin hand out, turning the latch, and he flipped the top open, peering inside.
And what treasure did he find waiting inside, filling that box to the brim? What was his spoils for his journey? What had his sibling surely left behind so carefully?
Nothing, it seemed. Sasuke leaned in slowly nearer, not seeing anything inside but pure emptiness, as empty as his wretched heart. With disbelieving disappointment, the young male leaned over the box at last, wishing hard to find something, and as his eyes stared, he thought he could just barely make out a small and practically insignificant object below; It was still, at least, something. Sasuke's hands dove in to clasp the object, and so typically that he should have expected this, he withdrew from the chest, a book.
The object could not be examined in the darkness of the cave, and as Sasuke was very eager and extremely hopeful concerning the item, he stood, turning on heel and dashing toward the light at the end of the short tunnel. He came surging from the blood red darkness into the blinding light outside, and he did so in such a speedy manner that Michio was near spooked by Sasuke's sudden appearance. The horse turned his masked white face in a jolt toward Sasuke, glaring with those ghostly blue eyes, and he huffed at the teen, stamping his hoof, and shaking his mane.
Sasuke had to shield his eyes for a moment as they readjusted, his pupils shrinking in the depths of his optics to take in less light, and make things visible once more. The only real cruelty in giving the boy back his vision was that after regaining it, he wished he could just remain blind. He had looked down to see that the book in his hand was nothing more than another children's book, a damned worthless bedtime story book! He had come all the way out into the burning desert for a useless little book!
Exasperated, and desperate for this to have some sort of meaning, Sasuke searched the pages hurriedly, wishing to find any mark, anything to give him another clue to what everything meant, but in the end.. He found nothing. He wondered, perhaps he was missing something? That had to be it, because why in the world would a simple children's book be lost out in the desert, trapped in a box in a cave in the middle of nowhere?
No matter how hard or long he thought about it, nothing came to him, and all that was left was to accept defeat and crawl back into his depressed hole to feel sorry for himself; He still packed the book into the bag with his sibling's notebook, and the kunai, and he ate a slight amount of food, and drank for the journey home before he packed the slightly lighter bags onto the enduring horse's back again. Michio seemed just as eager to get home as Sasuke was, but the only real trouble with that was..
Michio did have a true home. Sasuke did not.
Nevertheless, Sasuke fixed his scarf around his head, threw the soft padding over the horses back, and took him by the reins, tapping his side and heading back through the desert, back to where he had come here from.
..back to another dead end, as always.
- - - -
Disappointment was a troublesome riding partner, and even as the white and brown creature probably bolted through the rocky desert even faster the second time around, it was a journey that seemed never ending. Before, Sasuke had ridden out into the desert with hope at his heels, and now all he was left with was the emptiness of being all alone in the world. Kaiko and her family were fine, they were, but.. They could never fill the empty space in the boy's heart.. The space where Itachi belonged.
It was ever more apparent to Sasuke how foolish he was, and if Itachi could see him now, he was probably saddened to observe his hopeless little brother, still needlessly chasing after him, though Itachi was nothing more than a ghost on the horizon now. Sasuke lived a life of chasing, and now he could not stop, even though there was nothing for him to chase after. His heart ached in the pointless existence that he stubbornly continued; His own life was of little worth to anybody now, and without Itachi, he had no purpose to even keep breathing.
Upon making it back to the oasis, Sasuke took all the luggage from Michio's back. He removed the blankets, and the head collar, letting the animal run free to gallivant happily with all the other pets of the Crow Clan. Everything was dragged into the house that Sasuke had returned to, and as he was unsure what to do with it, he thought first to seek out Kaiko, just to let her know he had come back. He wandered into the dining room, peering around the corner into the kitchen, but the house was quiet, and these rooms seemed very empty. He did notice a few flecks of color splashed against the table top in the dining room, however, and he let his eyes focus on what seemed to be a plate with a small snack resting on the surface. A few footsteps brought him closer to the plate that had been left out, and there he found himself looking down at a skewer bearing three rounded dumplings colored green, white and pink; dango.
Directly next to the plate was a tiny note written in small, scratchy lettering- Clearly the person who had written this message was not the type to write many notes. Sasuke could still read it quite easily, though, and he trained his focus on it.
'To Sasuke: If you come back, I left this out for you. I don't know if you like dango as much as your brother, but I left you some anyway. I needed to travel into Suna for some supplies, and I took Akemi and Haru with me, but we should be back in a week or so. Everything you would need will be there in the house. Please make yourself at home.'
Reading over the words at least twice, Sasuke came to a strange conclusion; Even though he hardly knew these people who called themselves his family, the thought of being alone here without them was even more troubling than living alongside strangers. Right now he simply did not wish to be alone, and his heart was finding itself clenched much too tight in the confines of his chest. The teen didn't really know what to do now- Sit here in the dark and wait for somebody to show back up in a week?
He laid down the note on the table next to the dango, and he trudged back toward his room with his one small bag in tow- This bag now contained Itachi's notebook, the map, the kunai, which was an ever-present threat and comfort to the young Uchiha, and the book which was the only treasure Sasuke had come upon during his trip. He was still utterly disappointed, and as he meandered down the hall, and through the swinging bedroom door, his slow sluggish steps telling of his defeated persona, he still couldn't help but look over his shoulder, a slight prickle passing down his back, interrupting his morose state of mind. He was expecting to see some sort of shadow phantom, hear a noise like pattered footsteps of a child running away, laughing at him, and though none of that was present, the door squeaked in the slightest movement as he left it cracked, and it opened up just a bit more beyond his control.
He just ignored it, shaking his head to himself, not wanting to fall prey to ghost stories while he was all alone. He settled his mind by unloading his few trinkets, and placing them back in the same places they had been before he left. His sibling's notebook was left out on the table, the bag was tucked in the closet with the kunai contained, and the new book was allowed to fill that one single empty space on the bookshelf which the notebook hadn't fit quite properly.
Sasuke was almost dazed, the emptiness of his mind and heart taking over him as he just stood staring at the filled shelf, those colorful books lining the shelves so happily, so gleefully, their pages dappled with fairytales and happy endings, while his life had amounted to a twisted path, a hellish fall into darkness. He slowly lowered into a crouch, his arms being wrapped around his folded legs, and his frame trembled, his head light, and spinning, his chest heavy and pressured, feeling as if it would explode or maybe implode, and the pain was too much, far too much. His eyes remained on the shelves, however, staring, not blinking, just gazing empty, and with hardly any sight or thought registering to back them.
But then Sasuke's hand slowly stretched out before him, fingertips landing on the spine of one specific book on the bottom shelf, one that unconsciously caught his eyes through his mind's apparent shut-down, and he read over the gold lettering of the title on the purplish cover- It was the same. It was the same book that he had found in the cave out so far in the desert, and he glanced back up to look at that very book, which he had just given a home. Yes, those two books were identical except for this one had been here the entire time.
The book was pulled from it's position on the shelf, and Sasuke opened the front cover, a delicate, silvery piece of paper immediately sliding out to land against his fingers. His heart skipped a beat as he stared down at the folded sheet of paper, that little piece of paper which had been here all along, hidden. His breath had been captured in the back of his throat, and his eyes felt glassy as his shaking only intensified. He at last gulped a breath down, laying the book on the floor as he practically tore the folds out of the paper, opening it up so he could read the pretty handwriting within.
'Dear Sasuke, if you managed to come this far, either you were just very curious, or I was right after all. You would continue to chase me, even beyond death, if need be. But there is only so much left to chase when somebody is gone, and I'm sure you know that very well. This was the failsafe I thought out just for you, in the case that you came to the conclusion later that you simply could not live a completed life without me. Let's play a new game, Sasuke, you and I..'
The teen could hardly believe his eyes as he read over the note, his lips softly forming the words as he took them in, but even forcing those syllables to materialize did not piece this together, this note that was so much like a distant fantasy, these words, written by only one person, Itachi.
His heart furiously beat in his chest as the note slipped from his grasp, the paper fluttering in a flimsy manner until landing with the softest noise against the open book upon the floor. The shivers that raced up Sasuke's spine, the feeling like he was constantly being tailed by ghosts from his past- it was the tremors that Itachi could only cause him. The instincts within that told him Itachi was near.
In a flash of movement, Sasuke was on his feet again, the bedroom door being shoved open with a loud thump against the stone wall. The teen stuck his head into the hall, his sharingan flickering to life in his overly emotional and excited state of being, and with a rise in his perception, he looked back and forth, back and forth, expecting somebody to be there, though he found nobody. There was nothing surrounding him but empty hall, silence, but his soul was extending out, pulling him from his place where he stood with his feet planted nervously. He could feel it, stretching out from his chest, and bewitched, he followed that feeling, the air hauntingly surrounding him in a subtle scent like lavender and sweet plums, like clover fields in bloom from fresh rain, all drowning out an unremovable, distant scent of fire and of blood. He wished so much to clasp this scent in his hand, and pull it like a rope, however, he settled for following it, his feet slowly taking him down the hallway with steady patters of soft movement. His eyelids felt almost heavy as a dreamlike trance overtook him, but his heart was still thumping, pounding hard and unignorably against his rib cage, and his head was spinning.
He padded into the den, through it, still seeing nobody. He sauntered all the way into the dining room, blind to everything and anything aside from the one thing he was looking for, that person he sensed, that person he -knew- was here, just beyond his reach, somehow. He came to his stop as the low table tapped against his knees; He felt he had not even known it was there, he had not known where he was going or where he would stop, but miraculously he halted just at the edge of the table, eyes shifting down to look at the surface as he still had not detected a sign of human life.
Crimson optics stared, practically unseeing, nothing registering in Sasuke's mind as his pools were set upon the note that had been left for him from Kaiko, and the plate of dango. The plate; The plate which was now.. Empty.
Empty.. It was empty, the treat was gone. The teen slowly formed a grasp on this, and once he did, it only took a single instant before he had leaned over the table, wide eyes staring down at the empty plate sitting now where it had rested just beneath a colorful snack before. Just like so long ago, when Sasuke's dango had disappeared, just like when he had ran into Itachi in the tea house, and his snack was stolen from just over his shoulder; This was reminiscent, it had meaning, and that was something too completely clear. His fingerpads traced over the empty space on the plate, and with firm resolute, and hopes high enough to kill him should they shatter, he spun on his heel, facing the space which had felt so empty at his back, and yet.. There was a tingle brushing just along the back of his neck.
And there, just a few feet beyond the very space he was standing, stood his brother. Itachi; He was calm, perfectly upright and graceful in his stance, his eyes watching, his face blank, and resting just between his lips was the bamboo skewer, cleaned of any little morsel. He was dressed in loose-fitting pants that came down just below his knee, colored a dull navy, a tan tunic which dipped just beneath his hips, covering him, and then a navy scarf was wound around his neck, having surely been used to shield his face and neck for his own journey to this place.
Sasuke was breathless, stock still, tied down where he stood. Every muscle in his body had frozen as he stared disbelievingly, his heart still threatening to burst inside him as his lightheadedness caused a steady ring to start up in his ears. That ring grew incredibly loud as he watched Itachi, who was just standing there, watching him. It was only silenced when the older Uchiha moved, his footstep signaling soundlessness, as quiet as they were in themselves. It was a soft patter, just barely there, similar to the little pawpads of a mouse scampering in the dead of night, a subtle tap..tap..tap, and Itachi approached, his body loose and graceful, moving like a bird in flight, or some marine creature beneath the depths of the ocean, like the water or wind itself, beautifully.
He stood just before his brother, though those pretty rubies averted from Sasuke, looking down at the plate on the table, and lifting fingers to clasp the bamboo skewer, it was pulled from between his lips to be laid down. While the elder's attention drifted with such ease, Sasuke's own thin hand lifted of it's own accord, coming up to cup his sibling's cheek, to touch the person who he had been so sure was gone forever. And what did he feel beneath his palm? Solid, warm, silken skin, real flesh, real, living human flesh, and he shuddered at just the smallest feel of it. "..I-Itachi.. It's you.. It's really you."
Sasuke's voice was soft, hardly over a whisper, and that was all he could manage as his body shook in anxious shock, in complete and total surprise and emotion- His mental and physical states were at a loss, and from just the presence of Uchiha Itachi. He felt something, a small movement, a push against his hand, and he watched his brother closely, seeing Itachi move into the touch offered, his bangs falling over one eye as his head tilted, and his pretty lips parted.
"Of course it's me, Sasuke." Itachi began gently, his own tone just a bit above Sasuke's surprised one, wishing to treat the situation delicately, as he could see, feel, sense the shock weakening the young male's systems; Sasuke knew he could. The teen gulped, his throat feeling as if it had formed a lump inside, and it was keeping him from even breathing. His chest and stomach fluttered unstoppably, his skin prickled from just Itachi's move into the affection that had been offered, his willingness to accept Sasuke's touch, despite everything. And then, once Itachi's eyes had scanned back up to meet with Sasuke's, he continued to speak gently, hoping to calm his sibling with syllables communicating comfort. "You didn't think I would leave you behind so carelessly, did you?"
The hand upon the elder Uchiha's face fell away, diverting it's focus as did Sasuke's eyes. Those curious fingers now grabbed at the hem of the tunic draped around Itachi, lifting it up to expose the creamy-pale skin of his lean belly, and with sharingan searching, fingers aiding in that hunt by tracing the contours of the older male's skin, Sasuke looked for evidence of what had happened before, what he knew he had -seen- happen before.
But just as the word tore from his vocal chords, his brother's arm jerked from left to right, cleanly, deeply slicing his belly across, and disemboweling him. Sasuke tensed beneath Itachi, his eyes wide in fear as his brother's body shuddered, and Itachi let out a low groan of pain, his face pressed against Sasuke's neck, buried in the pale, soft skin, and then within moments the older male went slack, one last warm breath escaping his lungs, and collecting against the younger Uchiha's neck.
With shock, and yet relief, Sasuke found not even the smallest scar or injury; He felt nothing, and he saw nothing but sheer perfection beneath Itachi's clothes. He was sighing, letting this truth comfort him when Itachi's fingers traced his jawline, and landed just beneath his chin to shift his focus. The elder sibling coaxed Sasuke to look him in the eye once again, and Sasuke found those wise optics to be holding reassurances where Sasuke's own sharingan held only questions and confusion. "It's alright, Otouto." Itachi began, his voice soft, and brotherly, and lovely. Sasuke found so much comfort in the low, gentle tone, and that delicate hand still rested beneath his chin. "I'm alright. I'm here."
"How?" The younger Uchiha spoke up immediately following his sibling's words- As much as he did not want to question what was turning out to be a miracle, he did want to know how it was that Itachi was here now. "I saw you.. I saw you die.. I watched that man drag you away.."
Removing his fingers from Sasuke's face, Itachi's lashes fluttered against his pale cheeks for a second, and he shook his head, denying what Sasuke was saying, hushing those desperate words while shutting out the horror that came with that night. "No." Itachi spoke up, cutting in to explain. "Though you saw yourself be set free from an illusion, and me killing myself before you passed out.. In actuality, it was all an illusion from beginning to end. I never set you free at all. Everything I showed you was fake up until you passed out.. I had to test you.. To see if you really would be happy with my death. Had I killed myself, then it would have been a foolishly permanent mistake that I could not fix.. I wanted to make sure I could fix it if it was not what you truly desired.. Though you never admitted it, or perhaps.. You didn't know.. I had a feeling that your life wouldn't be complete without an elder sibling to chase after... But if I'm wrong, and you can tell me that you wish me dead, now I can believe you without hesitance, and I will give you what you wish-"
"No!" Sasuke spoke up, his tone at last ascending that of a whisper, and his eyes flashed some desperate emotion beneath the surface- He could not bear even the thought of being without his brother now that he had the elder back. His hands bolted up to grab the material covering Itachi's chest, and he clutched it tightly, a certain sliver of calm coming back to him after his flash of panic. "..No.." He uttered his answer again to reaffirm, his hands sliding up to rest upon his brother's shoulders, and he shook his head. "I don't want that anymore.."
He looked away then, feeling somehow ashamed for the past, his hateful actions. His anger was well deserved, but the persistence in his goal to kill his sibling, it was just too low. Sasuke didn't want to be just another foolish man, another stupid mortal- He wished to be divine in giving Itachi the second chance that he deserved, as the elder's actions, as bloody and horrid as they were, had purpose which were pure. "I know that you've suffered through everything.." Sasuke spoke at last, his voice soft, and with an understanding tone. "These last weeks of my life have felt.. So empty. That must have been how you felt all these years away from me, because.. I cannot doubt your actions were indeed for me, as you told me yourself.. Everything in your demeanor proves that much.. I would be a fool to deny it, and a fool to sentence you to death when.. Even if you did deserve it, more than anything.. You deserve my forgiveness.. And just as I had when I was young.. All I want in life is you... Niisan.. Nnng.."
Sasuke, the spinning returning to his head, began to feel faint again, the heat in the room gripping him, making him too hot, and he could hardly even breath as his heart rushed continuously, still having not slowed even once. His eyes shut, and his knees buckled slightly, though just as he began to topple he was captured by a forgiving embrace. Itachi's arms gently encircled him, keeping him upright, and his head lolled to rest against the older male's chest, though his lashes fluttered, and his lids found a way to remain open.
"Sasuke?" Itachi's voice was still calm, but questioning as he completely lifted his sibling into his arms. "You've been in the desert all day today and the day before, haven't you?"
"Nn.." With another blink, Sasuke came back to his senses, freeing himself from his lapse- He had heard his sibling, but he ignored the question for a moment. His cheek, and ear were rested just against his sibling's chest, and he could hear Itachi's heartbeat, that strong, living heartbeat. "..Hai."
Itachi turned round, his movements so smooth and graceful, it was intriguing to feel them now, resting in his arms in order to do so; Sasuke remembered before how delicate his elder seemed when he had carried Naruto, and the time he had comforted Sasuke when they were on such bad terms. All that gentleness had paid off, especially paired with the fact that Sasuke had been suffering, and confused, much worse than his condition now, though Itachi did not neglect to show his brotherly concern. "The heat must have gotten to you, little brother."
And as much as Sasuke enjoyed the contact and the attention, he really didn't need his brother carrying him around- On top of that, Sasuke wasn't a little kid anymore! He and Itachi were very close to being the same size. He didn't want his brother having to tote about the near equal to his own weight. This was unnecessary. The teen had just had a moment of lightheadedness, that was all. He pressed a hand against his elder's chest, pushing against him, and his body squirmed, wanting to be put down, and he muttered a soft complaint. "Itachi, put me down.."
"Don't worry." With a reassuring, purring baritone, and pinkish lips that parted very little as the older male spoke, Itachi entered the tiny bedroom Sasuke had been lurking within since he had gotten here, and he laid the teen down on the bed. "I was only taking you this far.. You should rest now."
With a shake of his head, his bangs fluttering back and forth across his forehead, and brushing his eyelashes, Sasuke sat up on the bed, reasserting himself as he always had to do with Itachi, no matter what- Why was it that Itachi had acknowledged Sasuke's rise to strength, yet he still treated the teen like he was helpless? "No.. I'm fine." The younger Uchiha's voice was clear and definite as he spoke, though he found his expression melting into that of questioning as his brother slid off one shoe for him. Sasuke quickly jerked his feet away, staring with a mix of indignation, and.. Confusion.
"I can do that myself!" The boy was sure his cheeks must have been stained a pinkish color for reasons other than the hot, dry air, and he finished the duty of taking off his sandals. Honestly, freeing his feet was very relieving, though it was hard to relax as Itachi quietly watched him, gracefully moving to sit more toward the end of the bed. With a sigh, Sasuke said something again, needing to break the silence; It was terribly awkward now that he couldn't lean on his hatred for his brother, because it was gone. "I just needed to sit down is all..um.."
Sasuke bit his lip, looking up at his brother, at that blank stare, that pretty face, and quickly Sasuke looked away again, clearly feeling nervous, despite how overwhelmingly happy he was to have his brother back. "You must have been traveling too, so.. I'm sure you're just as tired.." He paused to pat the space next to him. "You can rest here to."
The younger Uchiha chanced a glance up at his brother, noting an almost intrigued quirk of the elder's brow, but Itachi still took up the offer, removing his own shoes as he crawled into the inside space on the mattress between Sasuke and the wall. This was when Itachi let the first resentful string of words slide out of his mouth, his tongue softly curving to form the slow, quiet syllables. "Then this means you finally trust me enough to lay near you?"
"Itachi-" The teen's face wrinkled sorrowfully as he snapped his head over to look at his brother. Itachi was looking straight ahead, his onyx bangs caressing his cream colored cheeks. He turned to look back at the boy, seeming confused, and almost innocent in his expression, his eyes blank. He gave his head a soft shake, those lashes laying against his cheeks, and he spoke again not to explain his meaning, but to assure Sasuke he hadn't meant it negatively. "No. I understand, Sasuke."
His eyes drifting back away, Sasuke fell silent again. He wondered if Itachi truly did resent Sasuke's hatred, or if it was as he said- He understood. Itachi had done plenty to evoke such venomous feelings, but underneath it he was a gentle soul. He possessed a longing that he once struggled to control, the need to be more than brotherly with his younger sibling, and whether Itachi was at fault or not, Sasuke felt the same. If it was a disease, they had both contracted it, and they both suffered together.
Such thoughts served to remind Sasuke of his urges. So often he had touched himself, brought himself off thinking of the man sitting quietly, calmly next to him. He glanced over just slightly, his eyes looking at his brother's feet, those small geisha-like feet, and his ankles as delicate as his pretty wrists. He and Itachi had touched one another, they had melted under each other's fingertips, and they had both come together from just thinking of being together; Sasuke found his eyes sliding up his brother's form, the sleekness hidden beneath those baggy desert clothes. It was funny how Itachi had been around, and yet.. He seemed to hide himself. Such thoughts had Sasuke wanting to see his elder's naked flesh again. How beautiful his coveted body had been, how utterly perfect.
It was inconceivable how Sasuke could have possibly -wanted- that gorgeous frame, his flesh and blood brother, his caring, gentle sibling, rotting in the ground. Sasuke had wanted that, and he almost got it. Right now he was so thankful for his sibling's knack for accurate foresight, and with an intense need to touch his brother, the young male's hand reached out, resting on top of Itachi's. Sasuke watched his brother, observing every little movement; Itachi's head lifted at first when he felt Sasuke's warm skin hovering over his, and then he looked over, blinking, and remaining silent as he let Sasuke have the chance to talk. Sasuke did have something in mind to say, and he could see that his brother knew that.
"..I can hardly believe you're here with me now.. And with everything that's happened-" The teenage Uchiha bit his lip, his head lowering, turning away, escaping from the attention as he allowed his bangs to fall over his eyes, like it would stop Itachi from looking at him. He had to wonder- How obvious was his shame? How obvious was it that he couldn't stand himself for the discord he constantly provoked? "..I almost don't know how to act around you, or talk to you.. Without simply regarding you as an enemy, I'm not sure how to be.."
In his greatest attempt at bravery, Sasuke looked back toward his brother just a bit, obsidian tendrils obscuring his visual slightly, but from the corner of one dark optic, he could see Itachi's lush lips curve just barely at the corners, his tiny smile. The elder's hand was then turned so his palm faced upward, and he laced their fingers loosely, tenderly. "You just be yourself.. We both have a lot to learn about how to be with one another again, but...You're still so much like you were when you were a kid.. I don't think you realize.." Those doll-like rubies flickered down from beneath long lashes, taking in the peaceful sight of both of their hands together affectionately, as it should have always been, and with that small smile ever-present on his lips, Itachi lifted Sasuke's hand closer, and petal-soft lips brushed the teen's knuckles before a gentle kiss was placed there.
"..Even if you say nothing to me, I'm perfectly happy just being here with you.. If you would continue to allow me to do so." With a fluttering belly, and a heart pounding uncontrollably, the teen had moved to fully look at his brother, his eyes feeling unusually glassy as he observed things slowly- Rubies staring warmly beneath doll lashes, bangs crossing just over that light complexion, and pinkish lips connected to the teen's powdery white knuckles. From now on, he supposed, perhaps Itachi had put everything behind him, finding forgiveness for Sasuke's ill feelings as divinely as the Crow Clan people. In return he would surely only expect Sasuke's forgiveness as well, and the teen knew better than anything- He could easily accept those terms.
After staying locked eye-to-eye with his precious brother, that heavy, dreamy feeling weighing down his eyelids plagued him, and the pale Uchiha let his vision slide down to measure the space between their two bodies as his hand was also returned to him.
Sasuke hadn't really noticed before, but there was a huge gap between his own body, and Itachi's form. It really bothered him, now that he was seeing the space between them, and he thought that the empty air did not belong between himself and his brother. He wanted to be closer to his elder, and he knew surely Itachi wanted to be near him, too. "Brother.." Sasuke started to speak, his voice soft, and bathed in an emotion that he certainly didn't recognize in himself, but.. He thought Itachi had understood, or at least the elder seemed to. "Come closer to me.."
To his great disappointment, however, Itachi just seemed to lightly shake his head, delicate fingerpads being raised to trace over a pale forehead, brushing aside soft obsidian locks in the process. Akin to a little kid, Sasuke's brows angled downward, and his eyes narrowed- This was his form of pouting while he awaited an explanation.
"Sasuke.. The heat.. You need to rest and cool off." A sweet, and brotherly tone poured from behind the older male's lush lips, and though Sasuke relished in the comforting voice, touch, and attention, Itachi's words did not satisfy as he listened. He gave his head a firm shake, brushing his brother's hand away, responding quickly, his answer coming within seconds after Itachi's words. "No- I said I was fine!"
An insistent hand was raised to the clothed elder male's chest, shoving him down against the bed without much effort. A soft breath was released from his lungs as he flopped against the surface of the mattress, his hair twining about the pillows in waved patterns as if painted so perfectly with a delicate hand. Sasuke twirled round to stare down at his sibling looking up at him, his angelic countenance ever blank, but looking more resigned than usual, somehow, in a way Sasuke couldn't place. The fingers rested amongst the wrinkles of the loose tunic first splayed about the elder's robust chest, feeling his heart beating subtly from beneath the heavy covering, and then the teen's pale digits clasped the material, and he bowed down closer, coming to rest against his sibling. He laid with his cheek against his dear elder, the loose material actually cool pressed to his cheek, though he could still hear that soothing thump that came again and again, whispering reassurances in his ear. Sasuke turned a bit without thought, his body controlling him, his heart communicating without taking it up with Sasuke's reserve, which was pushed to the back of his mind. His lungs inhaled deeply through his button nose, buried in the wrinkles of the tunic, and that beautiful perfume was taken inside, and savored. Itachi; How did he manage to mask his body's regretful coat of blood and smoke in such sugary, calming essences? How often did the elder rest among those clover and lavender fields, or in the branches of a Ume tree, nibbling at the lush, juicy fruit it beared? Sasuke sighed, unsure, but not caring so much as he simply loved the lingering aroma. He wondered if Itachi liked the thought of imprinting the citrus scent on him, as he loved the acidic flavor laced in his tea, even though most of the time it was hard to come by; The smell still belonged on him.
Sasuke sighed, his voice a delicate, silky purr as he made it known, his eyes opening just enough so that the charcoal of his optics was visible beneath his lashes. "Being with you like this now.. I can't even remember how I found the will to reject you before.. Each time you kissed me.. Those were probably the happiest moments I've ever experienced.. They were the only peace I've ever felt in a life as dark as the one I've led."
Now, with contradictory discontentment staining his features subtly, the younger Uchiha lifted up onto his elbows to look down at his brother calmly laying beneath him, watching him. Itachi seemed so fulfilled, just resting with his beloved younger sibling at his side, and Sasuke couldn't help but dip down to kiss his covered chest. It was when he was facing his brother again that he spoke, bringing light to the thing his mind was longing for in order to reach the same state of emotional completion. "Itachi.. I want to feel that again.. Touch me, kiss me like you did before.."
The young male was to assume he would be granted that gift he so longed for as his older brother gracefully sat up, his belly tensing as he, too, came up to his elbows, his lips separated from the teen's by mere inches. Instead, though, he peered into the dark pools that were so heavy with emotion needing to escape, those lush, soft lips parting to release his soft and alluring timbre. "Why don't you just kiss me, Otouto?" The elder's doll-eyes flashed a degree of mischief, something playful and unknown as his mouth tugged up just a bit at one corner, and he continued. "You always make me come to you.. Why not the other way around this time?"
This was a thing Sasuke could not possibly decode- His sibling remained such an enigma. Did Itachi really need any reassurance that Sasuke wanted him, honestly? It had been fairly obvious in the past, as Sasuke couldn't even fight back his longing, and mask it with his hatred. He could only assume this was the elder male's form of playing with his baby brother- playing as older brother's did. They were playing as they had been doing since they met up again for the first time. Sasuke's own supple, pinkish lips curved into a smirk, and his pale hand wandered up from his brother's chest, the frail digits tracing Itachi's neck, and they curved around back, twisting into the older Uchiha's glossy, black locks.
"Because.." Sasuke began to speak, pausing to slowly lick his lips, wetting them, and his eyes slipped downward, scanning his brother's form over with playful interest. And then he leaned in, only to leave even fewer inches between them, but still a space, regardless. He knew surely as he spoke up in a seductive, challenging whisper that his enchanting brother could feel hot, moist breath striking his lips. "..I need to be seduced one more time."
The elder closed his eyes, taking a long, slow breath as he let his lashes flutter against his fair cheeks for a moment, and then he spoke in a calm, firm tone, accepting the answer he was given. "I see.."
As the elder opened his eyes, he closed the gap, though the brothers did not yet kiss- They hovered so near to each other, their noses brushing together softly as they breathed in unison, one feeding the other's lungs back and forth in a rhythmic pattern. It was a moment of wondrous unity, of the two brothers connecting, and yet Sasuke quickly grew impatient, hungry for more; The softest grunt laced in an exhale was made apparent to both males' ears, and the teen's eyes finally shut as his lips opened further, and he gave in a bit, resting against his sibling fully, completely. Satisfied, and just as eager to continue, Itachi turned his head just seconds before softly sealing the kiss.
The brother's lingered together, their mouths captured modestly, still, in soft suction, and with a second's pass, the sure sound of that seal being broken echoed in a dull wave only audible to the two Uchiha, and they breathed together again before closing around one another once more, brushing together like satin and soft silk.
Opening their lips for only a second time, the tips of their tongues met one another, exploring, softly circling. The two shy appendages savored the pace, loose and relaxed about one another, smooth and slick as they caressed, touching tenderly, the sound of saliva being swapped between the two, narrating the adventure's beginning. The pair's mouths closed in sync, though, heightening Sasuke's drive, his seduction as requested, the elder opening his lips to suckle the teen's lower lip, drawing out a soft purr of noise from the younger before he shifted once again to close his mouth around his sibling's, Sasuke opening up for him willingly.
The kiss steadily deepened, Sasuke pushing his tongue insistently into his sibling's mouth, tasting him in a way he had always longed to, touching him as he had only dreamt and envisioned until now, wanting to completely let go of the past. With lusting anxiousness, and love set free, driving him, his grip on his sibling tightened and he came up onto his knees, raising his height above his elder brother's, rivaling him eternally, but for now Itachi was calmly allowing it to be so, melting into the kiss with sheer docility.
Finally they parted to breathe, both of their lips wet, swollen, and reddened. A thread of saliva snapped from between the two of them as they separated, and both males panted, breathless in their addiction to one another. Two pairs of eyes stared, one a smoldering charcoal while the other was a blurred, obscure, faded crimson; Sasuke was observing those glass-like rubies, though Itachi's eyes flickered down to peer at a lower part of the younger boy's face. The elder's petite hand was lifted, his thumb coming to rest against the middle of Sasuke's lower lip, and he traced it downward, over the teen's chin before his pretty face rested in a curious mask of expression. It was the forewarning of such inquiries being voiced, and Sasuke could almost predict what would come out- Itachi's smooth voice still purred from his throat, his tone sounding less like a question and more like a statement, as he clearly knew the answer to the curiosity he was posing. "What is it you're wanting to do here, little brother?"
The younger Uchiha smiled softly, though somehow devilish underneath his seemingly innocent disposition, and as his brother's hand fell away from him, he lifted his own pale appendage to reconnect. Thin digits reached up to brush through his sibling's long, midnight bangs, smoothing just barely along the older male's forehead before tucking some of the longer strands behind his ear. The teen's voice was soft, calm, and more peaceful than it had ever been when aimed in Itachi's direction, but most of all, it was sure.
"I want to finish up where we left off."
Itachi nodded softly, his eyes shutting as he did so, those lashes looking like spider legs upon his light skinned cheeks, and as the rubies reappeared, his hand dropped to the cloak wrapped about Sasuke's body. The younger Uchiha observed how clearly Itachi had taken that simple request, acting on it, and not even Sasuke could help the way his lips parted, hot breath coming out in soft, excited pants. His lids fell to half mast, heavy, as if from some love potion that caused intoxicated drowsiness. The elder male, seductive in his own neutral way, slowly snapped the buttons to the stifling, raven cloak open, dropping it from the teen's shoulders as Sasuke watched, unmoving, just wanting to see how his brother would touch him and tend to him, unprovoked by anything. With a fling and heavy fluttering, the cloud-adorned banner of Akatsuki membership was tossed aside, then in a delicate, subtle movement Sasuke's frail hands reached up, clasping his haori by the hems along the opening revealing his chest, and he tugged it open even further so the garment nearly dropped from his lithe frame.
Immediately the elder's attention dropped to the teen's pale chest, his eyes taking in his younger sibling's taut body, the chiseled cuts defining every little muscle now even more obvious, and open for gazing. Urgent, but still slow-paced hands came to stroke along the boy's soft, white skin, tender fingertips dancing over sensitive, raised, pinkish buds as they slid down, eliciting a soft hum of grateful noise from a graceful throat. Clasping delicately, as if holding onto the most precious thing, Itachi's palms came to rest upon Sasuke's waist. A head adorned in long, obsidian locks bowed slightly, being near tucked beneath Sasuke's chin, the warm tongue normally hidden in a forbidden mouth peeking out and dipping into the hollow space between the teen's collar bone. That slick muscle explored, wetting the area before Itachi's lips closed around it, kissing the perceptive flesh, and causing Sasuke to break out in shivers, and incline his head to leave more skin exposed.
To the show of trust, the exposure of such delicate, vulnerable areas, the older male moved his affection up in a feverish manner, those lush lips leaving wet prints behind as he did so. Foretold by more hitched breathing, Sasuke could no longer contain some sort of reaction, whether or not it turned out to be a deciding factor in his elder sibling's choice of actions to follow. His frame was delicately shuddering, and he was letting tiny, breathy moans escape, but even so, and without looking, one hand traced up the elder's back, fingers scratching softly at the lose material covering Itachi's flawless body. Those meandering fingers finally halted at the vibrant red tie in Itachi's hair, and with a slight tug, the silky, midnight mass was set free. His hands were hungry for the feel of those pretty locks, and the boy indulged, combing his fingers through the onyx strands, petting the older male as his mouth continued to deliver delicious sensations to other areas of the teen Uchiha's skin, now suckling the pale area of the younger male's Adam's apple.
At long last, and not lacking patience, Itachi's hands brushed the boy's crisp, white haori completely from his upright figure, straightening himself now to lean in, and deliver a sweet peck to his young brother's lips. A small amount of distance was then put between the siblings; This came in the way the elder sat himself up straight before his brother. His fingers remained on Sasuke's shoulder, however, caressing, feeling that soft, upward curve into the boy's neck. Sasuke could tell something was still holding his brother back, and he searched for the trusting eye contact he so expected, though it was not granted. Itachi was staring at his own hand as his fingerpads ran along the alabaster surface upon which it rested.
"Have you been seduced yet?" The elder's voice came in a devious whisper, and herein was when his optics flickered to connect with Sasuke's own. The boy only wished he could tell what was on his brother's mind now; He felt that even beyond the coy manner of speaking, Itachi was still..distant.
Sasuke played along, raising a thin brow as he smirked, crossing his arms over his naked chest. His tone mimicked that of his brother, and he played the part of the one who was yet to be impressed, contradicting the fact that he certainly was thoroughly seduced, if the bulge in his pants was any hint. "Why?" he asked, snickering. "You finished already?"
When Itachi glanced off to the side, the playful pretenses melted away, and Sasuke instantly leaned slightly to the side, wanting the gain back eye contact; Something was still troubling his sibling, and he wanted to know what. He was quickly relieved of his urge to know the answer, because Itachi spoke up, his voice low and somber. "It's not that.." The elder began to explain, looking back toward Sasuke, wanting to connect with the boy, read the boy as he gave up his answer. He looked deeply into the inky, doe-like optics, the obviousness of Sasuke's softened demeanor printed easily on the surface. "I wanted you to prove to me.. That you really don't hate me anymore."
Slowly, so subtly in it's pace that the shift was fluid and near invisible, a soft smile crawled across the young teen's immaculate, alabaster countenance. A soft, tender touch was brought to Itachi's warm cheek, fingers gently cupping his face, the thin hand being fondly leaned into as it appeared. "That's what's bothering you?"
The teen's right hand now moved to push against the elder's strong chest, it feeling very solid beneath his gentle coaxing, though his form was ductile and easily changed in position without any questioning. The younger Uchiha only pressed his sibling to lean back, the elder moving his hands to rest behind himself for support as Sasuke inched forward on his knees, coming to sit astride Itachi's thighs.
For a tender moment, Sasuke leaned in, his chest pressed to his brother's, and his arms wrapped around Itachi's sides, his hands resting one on top of the other upon the older male's back. He could hear his sibling softly muttering his name in a velvet voice, his heart alight with the feeling of being embraced by the younger male after so long- Sasuke could feel said heart thumping uncontrollably beneath his big brother's sternum. In a gentle, reassuring whisper, Sasuke told Itachi what he was longing to hear. "..I don't hate you.. Aniki."
The teenager released the hug, sitting upright so he could peer into his sibling's doll-like visage; He seemed so much more peaceful now, and Sasuke was glad of that. His hands now came to wait at each side of Itachi's hips, and the younger male elaborated on his previous claim. His voice was even more bold and sure now, but still an amorous purr. "I'll prove -that- to you."
Again their lips closed together, Sasuke being the one to turn his head to the side, sealing himself to his beloved sibling's mouth, though this time their tongues tangled only in the most loving way, pushing softly against one another before the two brother's exchanged a gentle suckling, little moans and mewls making their way out steadily. One of Sasuke's hands made it's way back up to rest against Itachi's cheek, wishing to remain as an encouragement, and padded fingertips caressed in little back and forth movements, feeling the smooth skin just beneath.
Distraction came with a surge of passion, however, and with interest which had been ever-present, that gentle palm slid down the older male's graceful body, crawling to the hem of a most bothersome and hindering tunic. While the boy's fingers ducked beneath the material of his sibling's top, his other hand tugged away the scarf from around the elder's neck, tossing it to the floor, letting the rich navy curl about the ebony and crimson garment already discarded. A moan was purred into the kiss as fingers splayed, and explored the covered surface of the older Uchiha's abdomen, and chest, Itachi clearly appreciating the extra attention; It was a reminder to Sasuke. The younger male hadn't given his brother the attention he deserved at all. He had hardly even touched his older brother until this point, and with feverish desire heightening in that knowledge, he broke the kiss with a wet smack in order to pull the tunic over his brother's head, and add it to the pile.
Dark eyes slowly looked Itachi over- He was free of any injuries by this point, not even a scar remaining as he surely found a sufficient healer to aid him. Sasuke was happy to know that- He didn't like to imagine his flawless warrior of a brother marred in any way, especially since the previous injury had only come to be because of the teen. But the young Uchiha wasn't looking for that in particular as his optics began at the top of the older male's pants, and moved up, once more fascinated by the V-shaped definition tracing downward from Itachi's prominent hipbones, though it was not fully visible. The sun pouring in from overhead illuminated the light coloration of the head Uchiha's skin, and brought out every detail of his god-like, rippling muscles. He was bathed in perfection; Lean, but not skinny, and muscled but not overly bulky. His body was evenly balanced in strength, grace and flexibility. It was almost unreal, and Sasuke would just about believe his sibling to be some sort of deity.
A sigh caught between the teen's lips as he leaned in, sliding his rump back so he could duck low, and plant a kiss upon his elder's navel, fingers tracing back and forth along those creases just between Itachi's hipbones, and where his pants rested on him. He could hear his brother sighing too, Itachi's own fingers lifting to curl into Sasuke's soft, jet black spikes. The boy spared a glance upward as his tongue delved into the shallow hole in the older male's belly- Itachi's eyes had fallen shut, and he was poised to simply feel the delectable attention he was receiving. Never had Sasuke imagined he would ever get such great pleasure just from touching Itachi, seeing Itachi melt for him like that. Then again, he had never touched Itachi like this before, and truly meant it; How wonderful it must have been for the elder to finally be physically admired by his beloved younger sibling.
A teasing hand moved further down, curious, and just barely Sasuke's fingers traced along the rigid bulge in his sibling's loose garment, drawing out a moan of desire from his brother. He gave no more than that, however, his lips moving up in sweet kisses along the line down the center of his elder's form until he was back upon Itachi's chest. Once there the teen gifted a hot mouth to a single raised bud, suckling and nipping while his fingers teased the twin. The head Uchiha, despite his typical reserve, had become very vocal, and had noticed, trying now to lock a moan up behind his lips, letting it hum in his throat, but still be clearly audible. It caused Sasuke to almost chuckle to himself as he released his suction, noting how he had turned the flesh from a pink coloration to a more reddish hue from the abuse.
He gave the raised flesh a quick fingering just to get another shudder out of his delectable elder sibling, and then he carried on, kissing sweetly, and worshipping one of his sibling's graceful shoulders, all the way up the side of his neck. Sasuke had a particular goal in mind as he halted in this position- He had his head turned to the side, rested comfortably on his brother's shoulder, and he had steadily inched forward to straddle Itachi's hips. His arms wrapped around his elder, holding onto him as he now rocked against him, rubbing his rump against the stifled member while he gained a slight amount of stimulation himself. Before he could even stop himself, Sasuke was groaning, his lips attached tightly in suction to Itachi's pale neck, still warm and tender and untouched from being hidden under that scarf; The teen could practically taste the older male's pulse thumping against his tongue as he sucked and lapped, drawing slightly differentiated, confused moans out of the head Uchiha. Itachi was mixed between pleasure that was not quite accessible, and the bruising throb slowly building against his tender flesh- How teased he much have felt. But as for Sasuke's purpose now, he well intended to leave Itachi with a flaring red mark in the common area of claim.
He would be goddamned if any other fucks laid their hands on Itachi ever, ever //EVER// again. And that was the precise wording of this notion in his mind, the burning jealousy coming back to him. He would be the one who claimed Uchiha Itachi once and for all, even if he did lack the ability to bless his brother with children, unlike those women Itachi had been with, and from now on he would protect that which belonged to him.
More insistent did Sasuke's rocking become as he sucked only harder at his sibling's neck, devouring the moans he received in return, and the surprise at how controlled Itachi remained, not yet begging for mercy in even the slightest way- He spoke no words, he didn't thrust his hips upward, he didn't even interrupt the younger male, and at last Sasuke pulled away from his grand work. Indeed, he had left a blazing red mark dappled with speckles of violet, and he smirked at this tiny victory.
"Staking your claim, baby brother?" The younger Uchiha's eyes flickered to his sibling's face as he noticed Itachi glancing over at him with smoldering doll eyes. The ex-Akatsuki's fingers drifted up to touch the still-damp mark, feeling the dull sting surely left behind, the pain which he seemed grateful for, and had trusted Sasuke to adorn him with without sinking in fangs and going for the bite of death.Clearly, Itachi was well aware of what Sasuke had done, almost to the point that he had expected it, and really- He probably did. But now Sasuke smiled to himself, proudly, and he leaned in to sweetly kiss the aching mark before delivering an equally affectionate peck to his brother's petal-soft lips. His own lips were busied with the thoughts hovering, waiting to become words, and with a sly sort of smile, he eyed Itachi bearing all the devilish charm he could possibly muster.
"I am, brother.. And now you should do the same, as you've wanted to do for such a long time." Sasuke's voice was tainted far from innocence, and told of every fiber in his being dripping with lust that was unfed. Beyond the hatred he had carried so far, and even the child-like affection still lurking, stifled, deep inside, the steady perversion in the teen's nature is what most peeked through from beneath the surface now- That oh-so-dirty longing that began to grow heavy in the younger Uchiha's gut ever since he came into his sexuality, ever since the thought of intimacy with his [[once hated enemy]] brother struck him, and caused his skin to burn and tingle for some sort of attention, something to keep the lust sated until it was fed properly. Sasuke wanted to get the sweet taste of sin he had chased so obsessively.
The two brothers connected once again, Itachi swooping in to press their lips together, hands grasping the younger male's shoulders as he steadily pushed the boy back, moving his own body forward to take lead. The teen was aware now that his words had gotten across and his brother was acting on them. For just the slightest moment the siblings' tongues touched, Sasuke moaning softly against his brother-turned-lover, especially as his lip was given the slightest nip. But even beyond the sampling of each other, Sasuke remained with a smile painting his countenance as he slowly laid back after shifting his legs from beneath him; Itachi came to hover, but not directly above him. The elder still maintained a semblance of control, patience. He had gotten up on his own knees, bending over the prone form so beautifully laid out for him once again. This time Sasuke was open and free for the taking, allowing nimble fingers to pull the violet twist of material from about his waist, letting that tiny splash of color wind about the pile made on the stony, red floor. It was quickly becoming a makeshift piece of artwork, which Itachi added to more and more as the haori was freed from beneath the tie, and discarded.
Down to the very last tiny article, Itachi paused with teasing patience Sasuke could barely fathom, let alone handle. But the elder relieved the young boy's tension, if only slightly, a merciful hand being laid against Sasuke's covered crotch, rubbing slowly back and forth. The teen's eyes fell shut as he softly 'Mmm'ed in response, urging the touch along while he spread his thighs that much wider. He was still desperately pleading for more in his own silent way, his hips growing agitated and impatient, pushing up against that frail and beautiful hand giving him the restrained pleasure.
"I remember.." Itachi began, his voice purring sweetly again, seductively. "I remember how you moaned my name at such a touch before.. to the slightest stimulation.." He finished his thought out, leaving Sasuke with the hot rush of intensity that came with this moment, and slowly the button and fly of the boy's pants were finally tugged open, and that remaining article was slid down the younger Uchiha's pale, gracefully long legs, and slipped onto the floor just a few inches away from the separate pile.
Sasuke, for all the teasing, felt he could remain aware enough to observe his sibling. He honestly was surprised that he hadn't collapsed into an absolute sex craze from how this situation was crawling along. He took a few breaths, watching those thin, pretty fingers he loved so dearly crawl along his alabaster legs, the padded tips giving him chills, and he hummed soft little noises under his breath. Itachi tucked his hands in the tender areas just beneath the younger male's knees, feeling the soft skin while he lifted the widespread legs up to a relaxed angle.
Those deep, ruby eyes were busily flickering about the pale boy, however, taking in Sasuke's entire frame, every little inch and detail- Such attention almost made the young Uchiha self-conscious, and he tensed slightly with a faint blush painting his cheeks. Doe-like eyes looked up at the observant elder, watching him closely when his eyes slid shut, butterfly-wing lashes inky black against those light-colored cheeks. Itachi bowed his head, and let the soft touch of his pinkish lips linger against a single knee for just a moment before he raised his chin to rest there, eyes opening and looking down upon Sasuke again.
"You're so beautiful, Otouto."
Itachi's voice was a velvety whisper, the expression locked deep beneath his glass eyes heavy with emotion that was otherwise unreadable- This was something only Sasuke could see, but at such praise he only became that much more embarrassed. His head turned to the side, a need to hide his pinkish cheeks very apparent, but.. He turned his optics back to the elder after a second passed him by. Funny- He had always been stalked by various women, and even other men, but hearing somebody as flawless as Itachi compliment him.. It made his insides flutter in the strangest way. He would just suppose it was something hanging on from the past. He remembered how he sought Itachi's compliments back then.
Sasuke was soon smiling to himself, laughing quietly, even, and he propped up on his elbows in order to reach gentle fingers up to touch the hovering elder. The pale digits came up only to brush some of the dangling locks away from Itachi's face, and they were tucked behind the older male's ear [[though they slid back down into his face again moments later.]]
"..Are you even still able to see me?" Sasuke's amused voice poured out in a questioning tone, a slight smile clinging to his lips as his charcoal eyes remained on Itachi's ever-blank countenance, watching for any subtle reaction.
That awaited reaction was granted in a fairly quick manner; Itachi gave a nod of his head, his bangs dancing across his cheeks with the movement. This was seemingly the only reaction he intended to give, though, and beyond this, he wished to move along. That was the teenage Uchiha's assumption, in any case. He noted his brother crawling a tad bit forward now, only to bring one frail hand up to the teen's chest, pushing him back down against the mattress, his back pressed into the sheets. The warmth from those silky fingertips remained, though, unmoving, and Sasuke blinked as a curious expression plagued him. He saw, for just the quickest second, a smile pulling at the head Uchiha's lips; Itachi was touching Sasuke just to be touching him, feeling him- That white satin skin, the taut muscles, and that steadily beating heart encased in the cage of bone beneath.
And then Itachi spoke, at last. "For now.. I can still see you, Sasuke."
Those words were laced in a melancholy tone; The well-known approach of Itachi's blindness which he avoided for now by keeping his sharingan-use to a minimum. But Sasuke nodded his head to his brother, and allowed Itachi to forget about it for now. That troubling notion was then shrugged off, quickly, and now the elder's hand began to move downward, teasing fingertips barely touching, tickling the pale, sensitive flesh. Sasuke's body was apprehensive, but his muscles tensed and shivered under Itachi's thin hands, a sigh passing over his lips which soon evolved into a moan when the pleasurable touch made it down to the teen's rigid appendage. The boy arched into the touch, his hips fluidly lifting against his brother's hand, wanting more attention from Itachi's talented fingers, more of that raw friction. "..Nnm.. N-Niisan.."
The pads of Itachi's fingers continued along the younger male's length, up and down, steadily and slowly, barely touching, while his other hand laid against one of the boy's hips, fingers touching a jutting hipbone, putting pressure there- This was to calm the young male's unconscious thrusting, as Sasuke could barely contain himself with such a light touch. Sasuke's breathing was already coming out in uneven pants, his cheeks flushed and he could feel the burn of his body heat.
Now moving into a position more to his liking, Itachi lowered, settling between the younger male's legs, his arms wrapping around the boy's thighs while his elbows rested against the mattress, keeping him up. Sasuke curved his form slightly, trying to watch his sibling while remaining in a relaxed position, though soon his eyes shut tightly, and a hand dashed up to lay upon his forehead, fingers tangling into his ebony bangs- Itachi's fingers had grasped him tightly before he even knew what was happening and he moaned softly without even a hope of restraining it as a puff of hot, moist breath collected against his sensitive, straining flesh.
Breathing became quite the concentrated task for the inexperienced teen, little pants being pushed in and out in regulation as most of his body's focus drifted down to his lower areas. The only thing in the world that he could think on or feel was his brother's hands, his fingers smoothing up over the precum-slick flesh. The elder's thumb traced along, coming to rest upon the tip of Sasuke's swollen arousal, a violet-polished fingernail dipping into the dribbling slit.
But Sasuke could not see that devious weasel-smile on his brother's face, or sense the intentions in the more experienced male's mind; It was the ex-Akatsuki's goal to make his baby brother squirm. Reddish lips opened just enough to suckle a few stray inches of skin along the underside of the boy's erect sex, the elder's wet tongue sliding out, hotly lapping at the flesh, and drawing out a gasp and a moan. The head Uchiha's goal was very near achieved, and easily, because Sasuke's body writhed in instant reaction to this sensation he had never experienced even once before. The teen was almost -too- excited, and he supposed that because of that, Itachi was much more careful about the foreplay, not wanting to bring Sasuke to orgasm too quickly. That, and the younger male's hips had started to jolt even more furiously, which had Itachi pulling away for just a moment to hold Sasuke down against the bed, and softly mutter a 'Calm down, Sasuke.' But soon that pretty mouth returned, wet lips smacking against slick, silken flesh in fond, affectionate kisses that moved from the base of the teen's need all the way to the shiny skin of the blush-colored tip. With much restraint, limiting what Sasuke was allowed to feel, the older male applied a few licks here and there, lapping up just the smallest taste of the cloudy fluid that had dribbled down the younger Uchiha's arousal.
The teasing tongue and mouth worked it's way back down, Itachi's reddened lips curving once more into a smirk as they traveled lower still, and were pressed against the boy's plump, taut jewels. The older Uchiha could probably already feel his brother's tense thighs trembling, his body wracked in shudders of pleasure, trying much too hard to focus on what little stimulation was given in order to obtain orgasm. It would be so easy to push Sasuke over the edge right now, and the young male was far too aware of that- His nerves were frayed from this special attention, his privates having grown accustomed to the repetitive feel of being pleasured by their owner's hand and nothing but. He tried to loosen his body, but it simply was not happening, especially when lips now colored cherry-red opened to wrap around his sack, creamy-pale but lightly blushed cheeks hollowing in suction, showing the pretty curve of Itachi's cheek bones as he suckled, his lashes lowering.
A thumb traced back and forth over the tip of the teen's member, and Itachi could feel the young male's jewels steadily tightening as his tongue lashed them. The graceful hand went back to slowly stroking up and down, it's grip firm, fingers streaking the pallid flesh in pearly precum that had gathered against them. That plump sack was allowed to escape from the hot, sweltering cave, and Itachi kissed the dampened twins, still smiling to himself as Sasuke took a breath while the hand on his member came to a halt, not allowing the teen to gain enough friction to get off yet.
Mischievous rubies glanced up to see the young Uchiha's blushed cheeks, and parted, reddish lips, agape as the boy's feverish lungs panted to restore the oxygen flow to his overheated, overindulged frame. That slight brushing of a pinkish hue had spread to other parts of the pale boy as well; Down along his chest and belly, his knees, and those lower areas from the friction and attention. The older of the two brothers spoke gently, seeing Sasuke's abysmal optics flicker open just barely in order to acknowledge his sibling's words.
"..It really is amazing how sensitive you are to my touch.." His right hand went back to stroking slowly, loosely, his head bowing so his tongue could gather up some of the pearly fluid dribbling down the younger Uchiha's length before he completed his thoughts. "I'm going to have to handle this delicately so you can enjoy it a bit longer.."
Sasuke only whined behind bitten lips in response as his elder shifted, the teen soon feeling the fingertips from his brother's left hand coming to smear in the dribbles of saliva and precum collected against his pink pucker. Both teasing hands stroked slowly, giving Sasuke nearly nothing but a hot tingle in his groin, his balls staying tense, his overly eager, and under-touched body wanting badly to come, but Itachi's control was perfect, and Sasuke was not yet permitted to find that edge. The long fingers of the head Uchiha's left hand traced the pucker, drawing circles, rubbing back and forth over it, being brought up just under the plump sack to push against that space just between the jewels and the tight, virgin entrance. Fingerpads applied pressure, massaging, causing Sasuke's toes to curl in teased-frustration, though the boy's mind was still hazed with the knowledge that this was even happening, at the way his elder had spoken to him, and was touching him, and that he was finally succumbing after so long.
The elder's head ducked low, petal-soft lips being brought to rest against those tense, sweating thighs, the silky-pale of Sasuke's skin, and he kissed the boy there before lowering himself again, his mouth pressed just against the wet, and sensitive puckered flesh. A hot tongue slid out, and Sasuke moaned feeling the muscle swipe over him, further slicking the heated zone, only for it to push inside of him, filling his body with warm, squirming sensation. Itachi lapped at that pure, untouched zone, forcing his tongue in for a moment, moving it around, and pulling it out again, thrusting it back and forth, coercing the tight ring of muscles to relent for his own muscular appendage.
"Uhnn.. Ita..Itachi.." Sasuke went limp, his body tiring from remaining tense due to all the teasing, and he breathed his sibling's name, pleading so sweetly that the elder gave his merciful sweet attention. Spindly fingers came down to rest curled around the thick base of the pale arousal, the silky, pink-tinged member, and Itachi raised himself to look down upon Sasuke. The teen's head was turned to the side, black tendrils splayed over his forehead and his shut eyes, his lips still gaping open just a bit as rushes of air panted in and out from his burning lungs. Sasuke seemed melted, lucid, like a wild animal that was tamed, docile- It was almost as sweet as when the boy was a small heap of soft, young flesh.
"You like how that feels, Sasuke? Feeling me touching you inside, you need more of it, don't you?" As his purred, seductive but sugary voice hummed aloud, audibly narrating their sinful acts, Itachi received a grunted moan in response, an urge, Sasuke still pleading but so softly, because words were unmanageable. The elder's pointer and middle finger moved to press softly against the saliva and precum-coated pucker, moving up and down as they pushed, just almost enough to slip inside. "You've waited so long for this, little brother.. And I'm going to make it worth the wait."
As Itachi spoke, his fingers at last forced their way inside, sliding slowly, audibly as the slickness surrounding them echoed out wetly. They were immediately moved back and forth at a safe pace, teasing the soft inner walls, and the sensitive muscular ring, giving the teen a hot, tingling warmth that surged up his spine and gathered like a heavy mass in his groin.
"Yes, I know, Otouto.." The Uchiha head spoke, continuing, and Sasuke's skin prickled from the clear, deep timbre of that sinful voice, that sinful existence, that one he wished to be tainted by once and for all. His body arched, his hips lurching forward, taking those fingers deep inside himself as they spread, and curled inside him, the stretch like an itch, a need for more, making the teen squirm until Itachi's knuckles could be felt, conformed to the puckered ring.
Itachi could only chuckle lowly to himself in response, like some evil feline, a cat grin on his lush lips as they kissed the blushed head of Sasuke's member before opening to keep speaking. "I've been waiting for this, too.."
Without any further warning, that slick warmth engulfed the first few inches of Sasuke's throbbing erection, the elder Uchiha's tongue hungrily lapping at the gathered precum in distraction while his long digits thrust in and out of the boy, fingering him with some force, curving once Itachi allowed the hot flesh to slide fully down his tight throat. The teen groaned as he was taken in, vocal, and unable to be anything but that while his member was swallowed up by sweltering heat, sliding in the tight space with great aid from the wetness of saliva. Those reddened lips tightened around the base of the erection, all the way against the finger and thumb that encircled the appendage where it was attached. With the slipping, wet noise of suction the older male pulled back, his lips coming upon the ridges of skin around the swollen head of the teenage male's sex before he dove back down, tearing an unabashed noise from the younger Uchiha.
There was no more pause- The heir raised up only to swallow the boy back down with a relaxed throat, and perfect control as his head bobbed up and down. His fingers pushed inside the boy hard, quick, in time with the movement of his hot mouth.
It took very little for the teen to be kicked far over the edge, the noises only continuing to leap from behind his lips while his body tensed again in the powerful grasp of orgasm, his seed shooting from his member, down his blood-brother's throat. He could feel a satisfied mewl vibrate against his skin as ecstacy pulsed through him, his thighs spasming and his toes twitching from the sensation, brand new in it's strength, so strong now that it had been provoked by Itachi's skillful mouth and hands.
As the breathless boy panted, Itachi raised up, now freeing himself from his last stifling garment, his own hardened length jutting proudly, aroused to the highest peak. Vaguely, with cloudy eyes beneath dark lashes, Sasuke stared at his uncovered sibling, a soft moan being purred in his throat as his loosened body shifted into a soft curve, and Itachi bent over him.
The brothers' lips came together again, smacking softly, wetly as they conformed to one another, suckling lovingly, their tongues loosely weaving together, the teen detecting the faint taste of salty cum on his sibling's tongue, and how joyful a taste it was. The evidence of his orgasm, right there inside his brother's hot, delicious mouth. The boy on his back raised his arms to wrap about his brother's shoulders as the elder propped up by resting each hand upon the sheets on either side of Sasuke's head. Itachi's hips were lowered as he kissed his young sibling, the weight of his throbbing length resting upon the younger male's tight abdomen, and Sasuke arched up, rubbing himself against it, provoking a moan that escaped against his lips, into the kiss. With liquid, wave-like thrusts, Itachi rubbed his arousal against his sibling's pale belly, painting the boy with dribbles of his pre-fluids. They moaned and reveled in the touches together, the elder's tongue escaping deeply into the teen's mouth as he weighted himself down further, his elbows bending as his head turned more to the side, those ruby lips pushing against the kiss.
Their lips parted with a thin trail of saliva, and quiet gulps for air, both of their cheeks flushed from the lack of oxygen, the heat they sought from one another. Itachi shifted, his lips resting upon his brother's thumping pulse, feeling that steady beat beneath the tender skin, opening slowly to suckle at it, his tongue swirling against it. He lazily kissed at the younger male's neck, tender in his actions, and Sasuke purred sweet, but unintelligible words to his loving elder, smothered and completely absorbed in the aura exuded by Itachi. Why had he never seen this before- That calm, clear mask Itachi wore didn't serve to hide what radiated from his being now, the beauty of this moment.
"Sasuke?" Itachi's voice poured smoothly from his painted-looking lips, as crimson as his doll-like sharingan beneath thick ebony lashes when he raised his head just enough to peer down at his brother. His fingers danced along the teen's member, his touches succeeding in slowly causing the appendage to grow back to an aroused size, especially as his rocking hips rubbed a hard, pulsing shaft of his own against Sasuke's privates.
"Nn, hai, Niisan?" Sasuke looked up, as attentive as he possibly could be with the steady stimulation. Itachi's eyes shut momentarily as his own body shuddered, surging with shivers from the friction, still having not obtained his first orgasm. But he ducked down again, his lips sprinkling kisses against Sasuke's neck, and up over his jaw and chin, fingers from one hand caressing the teen's muscular chest, tracing his collarbones, examining the curve from his shoulder up his neck. But soon his lips parted in speech as his nose and closed eyes were laid against the boy's shoulder, nuzzling, Itachi's lashes tickling against the younger male's skin.
"Tell me.." Itachi began, his voice a warm, humid whisper against the alabaster hue of Sasuke's skin. "Tell me that you want me, Sasuke.."
The request, as simple as it was, could not be taken so lightly, and Sasuke found himself staring up at the windows chiseled in the red stone ceiling as his brother rested gently against him. There was only one answer in his mind that he could give his sibling, and he heard it escaping from his lips before he had even thought, not really needing to do so. This moment was painted into his mind in advance, like fantasy. "..No."
Sasuke could feel his brother's body tense against him, the negative reflection of that one single word overtaking him as a disbelieving breath escaped from his lungs. The arms which loosely hung, as if forgotten, about Itachi's shoulders now tightened, curling around his neck and holding him close, Sasuke's fingers lacing in his silky midnight locks, and rubbing them between his fingers, letting them slip like satin between his digits. "I won't tell you I want you right now, Itachi.." the boy spoke, explaining. "Because what I'm feeling right now is so far beyond want, it is more akin to a -need-, something I cannot live without.. Right now I -need- you, brother.. More than anything else.."
Quietly, the older male's body relaxed, his breathing soft and slow but deeply shifting in and out and collecting against the skin of Sasuke's shoulder. The boy let his grip loosen so Itachi could raise back up, staring down with heavy emotions reflecting in the surface of those dying optics, though his face remained soft, impassive, and so much like that of a living doll. Sasuke just continued talking. "It is as I've been saying all along. Nothing will change things between us, because in reality.. Nothing ever -did- change from when I was younger. You still are everything to me. My want and need, my love and challenge, my goal, my everything.. I was just blind for a time.." He reached up, his hand being laid against his sibling's cheek, tender fingers tracing one dark line trailing down the otherwise fair-colored surface. "But I realized how dark, and even more blind of a chase my life would be without you.. My vision has cleared, and now I can see things properly."
A tender hand came up, fingers curling and enclosing around Sasuke's own pale hand. It was shifted so that the older male could kiss the boy's tender knuckles, his eyes shutting for a moment to revel in the touch he gave so lovingly, but quickly he was looking down upon the young boy again. "I love you, Sasuke."
The teen smiled softly up at his elder sibling, nodding his head in agreement. "...And I love you. I need you, Itachi." His words spoke truly, but he further highlighted his point by raising his parted legs to be wrapped loosely around the older male's back. Itachi lowered his lips back down against his brother's, their tongues tangling once again before the affection was interrupted by a soft moan. Sasuke purred longingly into the kiss as he felt the swollen head of his brother's thick member against his rump. His legs tightened around his sibling, and his back arched as he pushed himself back against his elder, trying to force the older male to slip inside.
Itachi first lowered his chest down, his skin pressed tightly to Sasuke's, and quickly the teen wrapped his arms back around his brother's neck and shoulders, holding onto him, a small grunt forcing it's way out as he felt his sibling's hips give in, lowering down and pushing against him, that rigid organ being pressed harder and harder against the taut ring of muscles until it seemed to dive inside from the pressure. Sasuke gasped at the feeling, the sudden feeling of his brother -finally- within him, though just barely. The way Itachi's organ angled, pushing against the teen's insides, and the silvery beads on the barbel edges of Itachi's pierced flesh, metallic and cold and foreign, strange, but still good in a way, added to the sensation.
Sasuke took a gulp of air, the wet smacks of his brother's lips against his neck echoing in his ears along with the slick sound of Itachi sliding in further. The teen groaned, his face wrinkling as his body felt suddenly much too full, his virgin entrance stretched tight around the obstruction, and his belly was weighted down from the throbbing flesh. His brother easily picked up on his discomfort, and lifted free from the tight embrace, looking down on Sasuke, a hand moving to the boy's cheek, his thumb tracing Sasuke's lips. The younger boy turned from the affection, muttering quick words of reassurance; This wasn't too much for him to take, he was fine. "Don't stop.. It's okay."
The older male remained buried in his sibling for now, leaning back down to press his lips against the younger boy's, his tongue dipping inside Sasuke's mouth, and loosely twirling about Sasuke's own slick muscle. That tricky tongue lured the younger male's from it's home, and Itachi suckled upon it once he had captured it between his lips. In response, he received a mewl of pleasure, Sasuke having remembered how hot, and wet, and amazing it had been when Itachi did this the first time. Meanwhile, Itachi's hand slid down the boy's front, coming to his hard length, still needy despite the sudden discomfort, and he clasped it tightly, giving it a firm, even stroking.
Sasuke couldn't help himself. He moaned into his brother's mouth, Itachi's tongue now delving back inside to taste him, saliva coating their lips wetly, lubricating the friction as they consumed one another. The teen's hips raised, thrusting upward into the hand provided, and taking the insistence as a sign, Itachi moved his hand faster upon his sibling's sex, his skin slickly gliding along his dear younger brother's.
The teen moaned, his eyes batting open for a moment to look upon his sibling's hand stroking him; Those wrists looked just as pretty and delicate still, so utterly perfect, and he moaned lowly, his eyes shutting again as his hips kept grinding up into his brother's talented hand.
And then Sasuke felt his brother's member withdrawing, and while he wished to look up questioningly, he was unable to do so; The more thick, rounded area below the head of the organ was sliding through the tightly fitted entrance at present. It still hurt, but the teen wondered if Itachi was stopping because of that? His answer came to him as the hand on his member slowed, the pace matching the slow way Itachi was pulling out- Sasuke remained with his hips elevated, a whine being muttered as the rigid erection slid back into him, in slow but perfect time with how Itachi ran his hand along the teen's throbbing member.
"Unn.. More, Niisan, don't stop.." Words were muttered in a breathy tone, and with an immediate reaction, Sasuke got what he had asked for. He felt his brother's skin thump against him as that hard flesh was driven into him, and pulled out steadily in a jolt, continuing, and it practically took the breath out of him, though his lower end tingled hotly while Itachi's hand continued to stroke him.
"Ahh!..Ita-.." Sasuke's tongue caused sounds to flow freely from his being as he was filled, and left empty repeatedly, over and over again, his brother moving against him more slippery and wet than before, it seemed, the silken skin rubbing and caressing him, making him warm, and lighting his nerves into steady flames of satisfaction. He could feel something slowly growing with every thrust which was accompanied by a stroking, and his body began to shake from it, his thighs tense as his muscles rushed into tighter bunches, trying to feel more. The pain had mostly vanished now, and his senses had tuned into what he found to be hidden just a few moments ago. "..-chi..Itachi, mmn.."
"W-wait.. Itachi, stop." Sasuke spoke up, looking up at his sibling who's attention flashed down without any trouble, and with very great control over himself, just as asked, the elder stopped, catching his breath as he waited for Sasuke to say what it was that had urged him to halt things. The younger male moved now, pulling his body away so that his elder brother was withdrawn, and he made a soft noise at the sudden empty feeling, quickly wishing to have Itachi back. Sasuke knew Itachi had to be wondering why the teen had stopped their sex just as he was beginning to warm up, but the boy spoke no words, choosing to move quickly in order to explain his actions. Sasuke raised to his knees, his palms resting upon the wall which the mattress was positioned against, and his upper body was leaned forward as his thighs parted widely. "Like this, brother.. You can move better like this.. You can move faster, harder."
Sasuke looked over his shoulder to catch the image of that little weaselish smirk printed on his sibling's face, and his dark eyes narrowed as Itachi crawled along the bed, coming over close, his lips kissing the small of Sasuke's back before he raised up onto his knees behind his brother, arms wrapping around the younger male, those thin hands rubbing along Sasuke's firm chest and tummy, stray fingers teasing a raised peak while Itachi's lips came to rest near the teen's ear, his voice purring devilishly in that low, seductive tone. "Are you sure you can handle it, Sasuke?"
The teen scoffed at his sibling, letting the side of him that was undeniably a stubborn younger brother show, and this time he was going to win out against his sibling. His back arched, and his rounded bottom was stuck out, pressing back against Itachi's hips, capturing the elder's rigid sex between their two bodies. A smirk now fixed itself upon Sasuke's countenance, which he flaunted by keeping his head turned to look over his shoulder- It was his response to the small hum of a moan sliding up from his brother's throat and resting softly on his lips. The teen only further taunted as he rubbed his pert bum back and forth against his brother, feeling the twitching jolt of his sibling's hips as his silken erection was teased in this manner. "Come on, Niisan.. Why don't you have me in that rough, fast way I imagined for us before? We both got off on that so well."
"Mnn..Sasu..ke.." The teen Uchiha could feel his brother's body shuddering as Itachi moaned the younger male's name, and Sasuke chuckled to himself, quite pleased, though his little laugh was cut short. A gasp was forced from his lungs as he felt spindly fingers clasping the round globes of his bottom, forcing them apart, and before he even was able to take in the fact that Itachi had spread him in this manner, he felt that thick sex impale him, though it felt to fit much better now, sliding inside with ease.
"Ahhh, Niisan, unng!" A forehead beaded in sweat joined the boy's palms against the wall, Sasuke's eyes clenched shut as the room echoed with the quick thumping of his brother's hips smacking against his rear, unrelenting in their thrusts, delving deep inside hard and fast, just as Sasuke had wished for. And, as he had always imagined, he felt a prickling slowly lighting pleasure in his lower belly, and he had no need to even touch himself now. He was gasping, his back curving gently as he forced himself back in time with his sibling's movements, and he was letting out a soft noise to chorus every wet skin-on-skin slap.
The teen's eyes flashed slowly open in reaction to touches upon his hands, and he was met with the visual of Itachi's appendages over top of his own against the wall, his fingers laced between Sasuke's pale digits, and Sasuke squeezed at the affectionate connections tightly, hearing his sibling muttering his name in panted whispers quietly, his warm, humid breath collecting on the back of the boy's neck. Despite the heat in his groin, the tingle that erupted through his frame, and up his back with every one of his brother's churning thrusts, the way he felt Itachi's forehead pressed to the indent where his neck met his shoulder, his elder brother's slightly wrinkled brow conformed against the pale skin, it made Sasuke wish he could see Itachi now- He recalled that beautiful expression that came over Itachi's face when he came before, the glory that came from it's rarity, and Sasuke was missing out on that now as his sibling pumped into him a few more times, and then with a stifled groan, the elder came.
Sasuke felt the hot fluid spurt deeply into him, filling him up, and he moaned, his head falling forward and his back arching, his bottom pushing back against his sibling, and at the very same moment Sasuke let loose, his own orgasm pulsing through him, but feeling different this time around; The one before had been better than ever, and he had thought there was no way to rival it, but this feeling consuming him was most amazing. The muscles in his bottom, and up his back tensed, surging with heated, tingling pleasure, and he found himself shuddering, the seconds ticking by longer than ever before, and with another used-up groan, his seed splattered out from his length, droplets landing in random patterns and lines about his milky skin and the wall.
He felt Itachi's body relax against his back, his sibling's belly pressed to his flesh, their two figures conforming. The teen listened to the sound of his brother's rushed breathing, the occasional shudder that still passed through him, the tight way he clung despite how he seemed as though he wanted to fall down to the sheets. It was beautiful, and warm, and he could feel Itachi's heart thumping against the back of his shoulder; That steady heartbeat was strong, and alive still, powerful and unwilling to let go yet. Sasuke was so happy.
Eventually Itachi sank down onto his rump, but still remained upright, and Sasuke wasted no time turning to face him, laying his head upon his Aniki's shoulder, his cheek turning to be flush against the elder, his lips touching the thin, cream-colored covering over the older male's pulse. Itachi sighed, obviously more content than he had ever been, and Sasuke felt joyous waves pass through his body. He and his sibling were happy together now, both of them finally having everything they needed. Itachi lifted his arms to embrace the younger Uchiha, and they slowly laid down together, remaining in their perfect positions. Itachi rested on his back with Sasuke clutched against his chest as delicate and lovingly as the elder sibling would have when Sasuke was just a boy.
A few sweet minutes passed as the two siblings laid together, and the exhaustion of the day and of love came over Sasuke, lulling him in his warm, comfortable, and satisfied position. His pale lids were allowed to slide shut, and for at least ten or fifteen minutes he napped, though lightly, always aware. Even in his sleep he listened to his brother's steady breathing, he felt the elder's living heart beating, and the constant rise and fall of the chest he was resting just on top of. Soon, though, Sasuke's restless mind, which was filled with questions and intrigue, roused him, and he shifted, turning up his chin so his eyes could look upon his brother's flawless visage. Itachi had his head turned to the side, but was wide awake still, resting quietly while letting Sasuke sleep and as Sasuke stared up at him, Itachi surely could feel his baby brother's eyes watching. He must have, because within a moment or so, he tilted his head so that his eyes could catch Sasuke's stare, and he peered down at his beloved one.
"What is it?" Itachi's voice was low, but just above a whisper- He sounded so relaxed and content, and Sasuke nuzzled his face against his sibling's warm, bare chest. Itachi had said the same thing before, right after Sasuke finished his task during the last round of their game, however, this time the elder was even more sure that no malice would be aimed at him- He was right.
Sasuke pressed a kiss delicately to the center of his dear Aniki's cream colored chest, dark doe-eyes looking up fondly at the angelic face of the elder. Itachi was an angel who had fallen, and now was granted redemption. Though, Sasuke wouldn't give up the job that came with being a little brother; He was still entitled to point out the results of their rivalry. His voice spoke up playfully to answer his sibling's inquiry.
"This means I won again, doesn't it?"
Itachi smiled softly, and Sasuke's eyes widened just the slightest bit, intrigue flowing within his system at the expression from his normally stoic sibling. Itachi, he was smiling that warm, brotherly smile he always showed Sasuke in secret so, so long ago. Sasuke lifted his head just to look down at it, his stomach fluttering from the simple sight of Itachi's content and somehow nostalgic happiness, his brotherly playfulness. The moment was only broken when the elder spoke up, his voice a deep and challenging purr, and Sasuke could only smile softly in return to those words.
"Next time we play, Sasuke... you won't win."
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Take my hand
I give it to you
Now you own me
All I am
You said you would never leave me
I believe you
I can feel you all around me
Thickening the air I'm breathing
Holding on to what I'm feeling
Savoring this heart that's..
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