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Dreams	By : xkesshoux Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 876 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Dreams

(Met: screwed up, nearly-a-week-long collab. Somewhat OOC?
Uchihacest. We were bored, k?

Kesshou: Myer. It's not quite... It's probably overly OOC if
you ask me. And...well...yeah.)

Disclaimer: We don't own it. Happy? :D

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Security in Konohagakure had always been somewhat of a
mirage; it looked good, but once you stepped closer, it disintegrated. Itachi
reflected on this as he sipped hot tea, admiring his little brother's
apartment. Ditching Kisame had been an entirely different matter, but no more
difficult. He waited patiently for the boy to return from his mission. He'd
seen them in the forest, looking for some dignitary's missing child. It
shouldn't be too long now. With a faint smile, he wondered what Sasuke's
reaction would be.

It had been utterly boring to say the least, but Sasuke was
glad to get away from Naruto and his utter idiocy,
and Sakura with her utter....whatever it was that irritated him. A nice long bath would be nice, and
some hot tea... But as he approached his apartment, something felt entirely out
of place. He was cautious now, as
he opened the door, the hair on the back of his neck standing on end as he
slipped inside, kunai at the ready.
He could smell tea already made, and he made his approach with utmost
care.

Back to the wall, he watched the shadow on the floor that
shouldn't have been there. For all
he knew it could be Naruto playing one of his tricks again, or perhaps
Kakashi-sensei, but this feeling wasn't like them... The thoughts it provoked
nearly made his skin crawl.

It couldn't be...

Itachi had heard Sasuke's footsteps on the stairs leading to
his apartment, and Sharingan ready, he set down the teacup and drew out a
kunai. It would come to this, it seemed. He would try to kill him. Itachi felt
kind of bad. Fighting Sasuke was like kicking puppies, in his opinion. He would
allow the younger boy to make the first move, though. Defense. He didn't
exactly want to kill him yet.

Sasuke rounded the corner suddenly, and it took only a
second for him to see who it was who'd paid him a visit. Sharingan readied, he lunged, fueled by
boiling rage at this man that maybe at one time he might have called his
brother, his Aniki.

Itachi needed only a second to grab Sasuke's wrist, yanking
the boy's arm across his chest and taking advantage of his lack of balance to
pin him to the floor. His kunai went to the boy's throat, resting just above
warm, trembling skin. "Welcome home, foolish little brother." He
murmured, as two sets of red eyes met.

Sasuke knew he should struggle, try to throw the man off,
but for some reason he couldn't make his body move. "I'll kill you!"
he hissed, vehemence in his eyes as he remembered how to kick. "How dare you come here!"

Itachi winced mentally as the boy's knee found his side, but
refused to let it show. "You haven't become any stronger at all. What have
you been doing these past few years?"

Sasuke didn't merit that with an answer, instead trying to
wrench his wrist free and going for a cheap shot with his knee, anything to get
that man off of him so he could rally a counterstrike.

This time, Itachi had to wince, but refused to budge. How
frustrating.. He pressed the blade of the kunai against Sasuke's throat, a thin
line of blood welling up. "You're acting like a woman about to be raped.
Stop struggling."

For some reason, that thought had Sasuke feeling a bit of
heat rising in his cheeks. He
tried to cover it with a fierce glare, but something equally as dangerous as
rage was dancing around somewhere behind his eyes.

Itachi smiled, moving the blade from Sasuke's neck and
wiping the blood off onto the boy's cheek, deep red against faint pink. Blood
had always fascinated him.. On impulse, he bent his head and licked it off,
only slightly amazed that it tasted just like any other blood. Sharp, slightly
metallic, very sweet.

Sasuke froze, eyes going wide, entire body stiffening
suddenly. What in the HELL?!

Itachi pulled his head up and looked at the boy again, the
expression of shock, the complete stillness. The boy was incredibly sensitive..
It occurred to him briefly, that perhaps he had shunned even such things as
intimacy in his nightmare-driven quest for power. He pushed himself up off
Sasuke's chest, watching the blood bead up and flow down his neck.

Sasuke should have used that small bit of distance to throw
Itachi off, but he remained frozen, thoughts racing. He should be moving,
attacking, move, move dammit, MOVE!

That red liquid, the same color as his eyes, seduced him..
Itachi found himself leaning back over, kissing the thin cut, tongue flicking
out to capture the delicate elixir. He was dizzy and breathless. He'd killed
many, many people.. but only one other time had the mere sight of blood given
him such a rush.

The smaller body twitched, trying to sink into the floor,
anything to get away from this.
Despite himself, Sasuke let out a soft gasp, tilting his head back, as
though he could get away by doing so.
He tried to find his voice, but it had been lost somewhere between the
comment about rape and Itachi's tongue on his cheek.

Itachi's arm across Sasuke's chest relaxed, until finally he
moved it, reaching up to cup the boy's cheek, sliding a calloused thumb across
soft, blushing skin. It struck him how beautiful Sasuke was, more beautiful
than a boy had any right being. He pulled his head back again, gazing into his
eyes. "You're very quiet.."

Sasuke swallowed, taking a moment to reassert himself in reality
and letting the glare reassert itself in his eyes. "I hate you...you're
not my Aniki..."

Itachi let his thumb slide over Sasuke's lips, his gaze
unreadable. "Who else alive would have these eyes, Otouto? Your teacher
does not count."

Sasuke jerked his head away from the touch before he could
shudder at the feel of it. "You're not my Aniki!"

He felt himself becoming frustrated. He wasn't exactly sure
why. Perhaps because Sasuke refused to accept the truth. Perhaps because he was
so dizzy from the blood, and was unused to such a feeling. Or, more likely, it
was lying against another warm body, and yet, being rejected by it. In any
case, he abandoned reasoning with Sasuke, in favor of crushing their lips
together in a savage, messy kiss.

Sasuke resisted at first, trying to turn his head or stretch
his neck so that he could escape that man's lips, but every move he made,
Itachi would follow and he couldn't get away.

After a moment, however, he wasn't sure he wanted to, but
his conscience screamed at him how wrong this
was, just like it had before, when it was only his eyes that touched his older
brother. He found it almost cruel
that Itachi would exploit him like that, playing on feelings he'd buried for as
long as he could remember. It
wasn't fair.

Itachi's hand left his face, tangling into Sasuke's hair.
Fighting mostly forgotten, he dropped the kunai, using his other hand to hold
himself up instead. His tongue flicked against soft lips, seeking entrance.
Small doubts nagged him. He'd always known how much Sasuke looked up to him,
but.. could he be wrong about it?

Sasuke hadn't even realized his hands were free until they
gripped the front of Itachi's cloak tightly, lips parting in a soft gasp at the
tongue across them, and for the most part, he'd given up on caring what that
little voice in his head told him.

Ah... there it was. It had taken long enough for Sasuke to
start responding. Hand on the boy's waist, Itachi let his tongue wander around
his mouth, wondering idly if it'd be bitten off.

Still, it wasn't fair,
and Sasuke wondered if, after all this, he would be laughed at and
humiliated. His eyes stung and for
some reason, the thought made his chest feel tight and painful, and he tensed
slightly.

Itachi felt the boy tense, and pulled his lips away, looking
down at Sasuke once again. The thin line of blood had scabbed over, and tears
seemed to be welling up in his eyes. He rubbed Sasuke's side through the thin
black shirt, attempting to relax him. "You're afraid of me."

"Why..?" The question hung between them, and
Sasuke was trembling slightly. Why are you doing this? Why couldn't you just kill me? Why do you have to be my brother...

Itachi found it difficult to conjure up words to explain it.
He pressed a soft kiss to Sasuke's lips, one hand supporting his head, the
other playing with the hem of his shirt.

He found it difficult to come out and say, because I love you.

The tears flowed from ebony eyes, Sharingan long since
forgotten. Sasuke found himself
feeling far too small, far too young, found old emotions resurfacing after all
these years, heard a voice too small and fragile to be his own leave his
lips. "Aniki..."

Because we are unique
brothers, because we are special, no one else can match me.. "..only
you." Itachi murmured, kissing the tears away, sitting up and pulling
Sasuke into his lap.

"They'll find you here..." Sasuke murmured, arms
sliding around Itachi's shoulders, convinced this had to be a dream and that
he'd wake up cold and alone as he always did. He rested his head against this dream's shoulder, eyes half
closed and barely focused.

Itachi held him up with one arm, rubbing his side with the
other. At least Sasuke had calmed down, was even compliant... "You were
expecting company?"

"They probably already know you're here, you can't
stay, they'll come after you, you're a criminal..."

"They never tried to stop me coming here." Itachi
said, silencing Sasuke with another soft kiss, slipping his hand up the
younger's shirt.

Sasuke shivered and gasped softly, wriggling on Itachi's
lap. Could the Hokage really not
know that the elder Uchiha was in the village? The Jounins? The ANBU?

Itachi pulled the annoying shirt off, rubbing his hands over
the warm skin underneath. Taking advantage of Sasuke's surprise, he returned to
exploring his mouth, undoing the hidden clasps on his own cloak.

"Mmn!" Sasuke was still somewhat tense, mostly
from the fear that they would be caught, what all this implied, what they were doing and it wasn't right
but it was.

Itachi traced faint patterns over his back with his
fingernails, shrugging his shoulders to let the cloak slip off. He wasn't
worried at all about the possibility of being caught; if anyone knew, they'd
have already come in and attacked him by now. He was starved for affection, for
touch, for simple intimacy, and he intended on remedying that deprivation.

Sasuke arched slightly, shivering, but he was slowly
relaxing. If his brother was so
confident, what reason did he have to be so worried?

Breaking the kiss, Itachi caught his breath and shifted,
kissing and licking over the boy's neck, hugging him closer for warmth.

Tilting his head back, a soft moan left Sasuke's lips,
foreign to his own ears and sending a shiver down his own spine. His hands
pawed at Itachi's back, all of this new but he too was a prodigy, and he would
learn it.

Itachi smiled, kisses alternated with soft nibbles and the
occasional sharp bite, leaning back against the table. Fingers tangled in the
boy's hair found the knot to the hitai-ate, and untied it, letting it fall to
the ground. He smiled a bit at Sasuke's eagerness, proud to be the one to cause
such a reaction.

"Aniki..." Sasuke's hands, trembling slightly,
reached up to copy his brother's action, albeit a bit less gracefully. He remembered a day when Itachi had let
him brush his hair, and he fumbled with the tie and ran his fingers through
smooth strands. He'd always loved
his brother's hair.

Itachi smiled, shaking his head a bit to let his hair settle
around them, his kisses and bites wandering along Sasuke's shoulders and
collarbone. He reached behind him, dragging the cloak around and laying it on
the floor, moving Sasuke from his lap onto the black silk. He soon joined him,
mouth teasingly traveling over a smaller, but muscular chest.

Sasuke wriggled slightly at the feeling, tiny gasps
accenting the slightly quickened pace of his breath, pink tinging his cheeks in
the moonlight that streamed in through the window as he really looked a bit
more his age than the cold avenger he usually was. His fingers tangled in long black hair, and he nearly
giggled as Itachi's bangs brushed, tickling, against his bare skin.

Itachi smiled, his tongue darting out to flick against warm
skin, teeth grazing Sasuke's nipples. He brushed his hair aside, glancing up to
see the boy's reaction, nearly purring low in his throat. So beautiful..

Another moan slipped free and Sasuke's eyes slipped closed
as he arched against his brother's mouth.
He let his head fall to the side, bangs framing his flushed cheeks.

One hand playing with the waistband of his shorts, and the
other rubbing his side, Itachi shifted, kissing over his neck again, puffing
warm air against Sasuke's ear. "You're so sensitive.."

Sasuke nearly whimpered, shuddering at the breath on his ear
and swallowing compulsively, shifting beneath Itachi at the hand at his
waist. Still, everything was new
to him, but it was also inherently frightening.

Itachi paused long enough to pull his own shirt off, tossing
it under the table before returning his attentions to Sasuke's neck. His
fingers wandered over his waist, almost asking for permission to continue.

Sasuke wriggled again, hands shakily wandering over Itachi's
back. He remembered a time when
they used to bathe together, though he'd been very young then, and it was a
fuzzy memory. He let out another
soft moan and a sigh, trying to give his Aniki as much of his neck as he could.

Itachi nuzzled the warm skin, licking up the dried blood he
found and slipping his fingers under the waistband. He arched his back to the
callused hands wandering there.

Sasuke's breath caught in anticipation of things he actually
did know something about, at least a little, though he usually just
didn't care to think about them.

As much as he may have known, though, in Itachi's eyes,
Sasuke was still very innocent. He slid his hand over the boy's thin hips,
teasing with the slightest brush of skin. He felt like taking his time, making
the most of this moonlit night. How many nights had he spent thinking about
such things?

Sasuke took in a shaky breath, dull nails raking down
Itachi's back as dark eyes glittered in the light.

Itachi arched his back, purring like an extremely contented
cat, giving the warm muscle he found another feather-light stroke.

A quiet moan and a shudder was Itachi's reward and Sasuke
shifted again, trying his own hand at tentatively nipping at his brother's
throat.

Itachi tilted his head to the side, smiling. Sasuke always
needed a little encouragement.. He pressed his hand against the growing
hardness, rubbing slightly with his fingertips.

Sasuke whimpered softly against Itachi's throat,
experimenting with careful scrapes of teeth and gentle swipes of tongue, almost
afraid that if he did too much this lovely image would vanish and he'd be left
trembling in a fetal position in his kitchen floor, remembering the smell of
blood and the glint of a blade.

Itachi had no plans to go anywhere, though, and he began
tugging off the shorts that hindered his progress, a faint blush crossing his
face. Sasuke certainly had talent.. He constantly surprised him, having hidden
reservoirs of potential.

Encouraged by the warmth of the body atop him, Sasuke
threaded his fingers through Itachi's hair, getting a bit more adventurous in
his exploration of his brother's neck and throat.

A low purr, almost a growl, rose from Itachi's throat,
warmth creeping over his body as he paused simply to enjoy the attention Sasuke
lavished on his neck.

There was a pause, and Sasuke gave a small lick before
letting his head drop back to the floor, hands moving from Itachi's back to his
chest as dark eyes flitted over pale, flawless skin. His Aniki always had been
nearly impossible to lay a scratch on, milky skin devoid of any scars. The
younger Uchiha couldn't help a tiny smile.

Itachi smiled back, leaning down and pressing a soft kiss
against Sasuke's lips, his hand returning under the younger boy's shorts,
sliding over soft, trembling skin, teasing him. His other hand slipped to the
waistband of his own pants, unbuttoning and tugging them down.

Sasuke let out a shaky breath again, soft pink tongue
darting out to wet his lips. Aniki finally had time to teach him, it seemed,
though this was something far different from throwing shuriken.

Pulling both their pants and shorts completely off, Itachi
shoved them to the side, gazing down at his dear but foolish brother. He'd only
started to change and grow, and for a second, Itachi felt guilty. He lay next
to Sasuke, letting his fingers wander across his face and tangle in his hair.
"I wonder.."

''Aniki...?'' Sasuke rolled almost automatically to follow
that warmth. His eyes were questioning, curious as to just what that statement
meant.

Itachi's question now seemed foolish to him. He wrapped his
arms around Sasuke, pulling him close, their warm bodies pressing together,
wrinkling the black silk. I wonder if
you'll still hate me in the morning..

Sasuke managed to get his arms around Itachi's neck,
engaging him in a kiss that really wasn't half bad considering. He shifted in
his brother's arms, trying to get more comfortable.

He would just have to make the most of tonight.. Itachi
returned the kiss, his hands gliding down his back and over his hips. He rolled
onto his back, pulling Sasuke over him, rolling his hips against the other
boy's.

A startled gasp at the sensation made Sasuke break the kiss,
not quite sure what to think of it. His eyes were slightly questioning looking
down at Itachi, not entirely sure why he was up here in the first place.

So he really is that
innocent.. Itachi mused, taking note of Sasuke's confusion. He pulled him
down into another, slightly more demanding kiss, one hand slipping between them
and wrapping around Sasuke's heat.

A moan coaxed its way from Sasuke's throat and out parted
lips, his hips jerking at the feeling of his brother's hand and a blush rising
to his cheeks once more.

Itachi bent his head to the boy's warm neck once more, his
hand wandering confidently over soft, heated skin. His fingernails scratched
light patterns over Sasuke's shoulders and neck, eventually tangling in his
hair once more.

''A-Aniki...'' Sasuke tilted his head back again, against
Itachi's fingers in his hair, responding to even the slightest touch.

Finding their position somewhat uncomfortable, Itachi rolled
them both until he was on top again, his fingers rubbing and squeezing rather
insistently, his other hand holding Sasuke's neck still while he licked and bit
his throat. "Hm?"

''Ah...nn!'' Sasuke bit his lip, hips arching slightly
against his brother's ministrations.

Itachi shifted, his mouth wandering over Sasuke's chest once
again, his thumb pressing against a sensitive spot. "Mm.."

Sasuke moaned, a far lower sound than a boy his age
typically made, a tribute to his self forced maturity.

Itachi shivered, and with new determination, stripped off
the last of their clothes and licked his fingers, returning them to their work,
gentleness alternating with a few rough squeezes.

Arms wrapped tightly around Itachi's shoulders, Sasuke
shuddered, a strangled moan escaping his lips as the most exquisite feeling
ripped through his entire body.

Smiling, Itachi lay against the shaking boy, giving him a
few more gentle strokes before turning his attention back to kissing Sasuke.
"You seemed to enjoy that.."

Sasuke lay there for a few long moments just breathing, thoughts lost in a haze. He
mumbled an affirmative to Itachi's statement.

Aroused by Sasuke's cries, Itachi pressed against his side,
rubbing his waist and kissing his neck. "Good... "

A faint blush spread across Sasuke's cheeks at the feeling
of his brother's hardness against him. The lips on his neck combined with
Itachi's slight rubbing roused a fresh gasp from his lips. ''Aniki...''

Itachi let his eyes fall closed, kissing along Sasuke's
collarbone and shifting his legs, attempting to find something more
comfortable. "Hm..?"

''You're...'' he paused, embarrassed to think about
it, much less say it, despite what had just transpired. He shifted a bit
uncomfortably against the hardness pressed against him, finding it even more
embarrassing that he wasn't quite sure what to do about it.

Still so innocent
after that... Itachi grabbed Sasuke's hand, laying it over the hot muscle,
his mouth moving to nip at his earlobe. "Yes, very.." he purred, his
voice a bit rougher than normal.

Sasuke swallowed hard, trembling fingers dragging along taut
flesh experimentally. Itachi was much bigger than he was, but he was also
older, so it made sense. He wondered just what his brother would have him do,
he was new to this, he couldn't possibly please him as well as he'd been
pleased...

Stretching his back, Itachi shivered, tangling his fingers
in Sasuke's hair and swallowing. He arched his back to the touch, nearly
purring.

Encouraged that he was at least doing something right,
Sasuke stroked a bit more firmly, studying his brother's reactions as he would
a teacher's instruction, learning his brother as he would a new jutsu, though
that seemed an awfully silly comparison to him.

Burying his face in Sasuke's neck, Itachi let slip a tiny
moan, wrapping his arms around his Otouto's shoulders. Tiny shivers of pleasure
raced through his body, his mind clouded with the sensations.

Sasuke vaguely wondered if he could have used the sharingan
to copy his brother's previous movements, but then remembered that he had his
eyes closed most of the time, and that it was also a silly idea. He tentatively
wrapped his fingers around the shaft loosely, rubbing once from tip to base.

Shuddering, Itachi strangled back another moan, scratching
the boy's shoulders and arching his back to the hesitant touch. He wanted to
demand more, but restrained himself. Such things were best learned without
command, by simple experience.

Seeing favorable results, Sasuke repeated his actions a bit
more firmly, as before. He half wanted Itachi to tell him that it was right,
but he half wanted the knowledge that he figured it out on his own like a true
prodigy, so he pumped his hand slow but firm in a repetitive motion, judging
correctness by his brother's movements seeing as it was a bit hard to see over
the elder Uchiha's head.

His muscles tensing, Itachi half-moaned, half-growled,
letting his head fall back. He held himself back, waiting, sweat beading on his
pale skin, his hands kneading Sasuke's shoulders. He opened his dark,
lust-filled eyes, staring into the moonlight. "Nngh..ah..."

His own arousal stirring at the sounds Itachi made for him,
Sasuke reached down to touch himself, though he found it far less pleasurable
than when his brother had done it for him. He groaned softly, squeezing his
Aniki gently and testing his thumb over the tip and his grip slightly firmer
again.

His hips thrust to the slight touch of their own accord, and
Itachi held onto Sasuke's arms, all his willpower summoned to try and hold back
the inevitable just a little longer. He felt completely lost in a fog of
pleasure. "Mhh.. Sasuke.."

Spurred on by those words, Sasuke circled the tip with his
thumb once, squeezing gently as he did so before returning to pump his
brother's hardness with newfound confidence and pride in himself for causing
those sounds. He moaned softly against Itachi's hair, wanting to be kissed
again but not quite sure how he should ask for it.

There was always a point where the wave crested and broke,
and Itachi began shaking as he reached that point, gasping raggedly as the
feeling swept over him. He felt like he was on fire for a second, and when it
subsided, he shivered and hugged Sasuke closer, his limbs going slack and his
heart racing. "Nh.. otouto.."

Sasuke shuddered as he brought himself to completion this
time, feeling far happier than he had any right to be. Surely his parents were
averting their eyes and scowling at the both of them. He thought vaguely of his
revenge, and it pained him to do so. He knew that his Aniki would be gone in
the morning, and that he would continue to grow stronger in order to kill him.
It pained him to think of it, even moreso to think that he could do it right
now.

Catching his breath, Itachi kissed the beautiful, disheveled
boy next to him, his eyes half closed and his breath slowing. Such youth, it
took so much to wear Sasuke out.. Itachi had known nothing of such things at
that age. "Is something wrong?"

''Are you sleepy, Aniki?'' Sasuke countered with his own
question, wishing he didn't have to think about what he did.

Itachi smiled a little, but it was tinged with sadness. The
morning would bring with it their painful memories, and the terrible fight they
were destined to have. He didn't want to suspect that the moment he fell
asleep, a kunai would be driven through his chest.. He didn't want to fear his
brother, as much as Sasuke feared him. "A little.. why?"

''Just wondering...'' Sasuke knew his brother was a light
sleeper, loathed to think that he even remotely wanted to drive him to
exhaustion so he would sleep soundly and... ''I'm not really...''

Reaching up to play with Sasuke's hair, Itachi cursed
himself for getting himself into such a trap. If he slept, he would die, but if
he forced himself to stay awake, his fighting skills and genjutsus would be
compromised. "You're certainly eager and full of energy.."

Sasuke nodded slowly. He wanted a distraction, so he
wouldn't have to think about what had to be done. It was the perfect situation,
he had the golden opportunity, he had to...

But he found that he would be sad to do it now, it would be
painful. He wondered why Itachi had done this to him, he wasn't strong enough
to kill his brother without such an opportunity, but that wasn't what Itachi
had wanted...

Itachi sat up, taking in the room; the mess of clothes on
the floor, the soiled cloak they lay on, the cold tea on the table, the
moonlight still streaming in. It was still a few hours until dawn. He
desperately wanted to sleep, but he pushed such desires from his mind. He
needed Sasuke to fall asleep. Only then could he get cleaned up and leave. He
reviewed his options, as he watched Sasuke, waiting for some little hint of
what the boy was thinking.

The younger Uchiha sat up as well, two distinct marks
showing in the moonlight, one black, the other reddish purple. Dark eyes looked
to Itachi, waiting for any sign as to what his brother would do now.

He wondered if it would be too much to ask to forget the
past, the future, all of it, just for tonight. The answer was probably yes. He
pulled Sasuke into a kiss, trying to shut out the gloom that seemed to be
settling in the room. Why did it always have to come back down to such things?
Why could he never be happy, no matter what he did?

Sasuke obliged willingly. Anything to shut out the avenger.
Even if it had been his Aniki that had told him, he wondered if, after all this
time, Itachi still wanted him to kill
him. He crawled into his brother's lap, fingers toying with the elder's hair as
he attempted to lose himself to the warmth of that mouth.

Wrapping his arms around the younger boy's waist, Itachi
deepened the kiss, forcing away the melancholy that threatened to drag him
down. He rubbed Sasuke's back, feeling wakefulness slowly return.

Sasuke wondered idly who would succumb to sleep first, but
forced the thought away by shifting in Itachi's lap, legs wrapped around his
waist.

His tongue exploring Sasuke's mouth, Itachi rubbed his sides
and back, relishing the feel of their bodies pressed together once more.

A soft moan filtered into the kiss and this time Sasuke's
tongue played alongside Itachi's. Dull nails raked down Itachi's spine,
committing each breath and each twitch of movement to memory because surely
he'd never have this again.

Itachi rubbed his hips, shifting and pressing against him
lightly, becoming hard once more. Using chakra for stamina was cheating, a
little, but he thought it would be cruel to say no at this point.

Sasuke shifted at the feeling of Itachi's hardness against
him once more, wiggling a bit at the awkwardness of location.

Itachi broke the kiss, resting his forehead against
Sasuke's, catching his breath. Even the boy's fidgeting was enough to send
shivers up his spine. "Mm.."

Sasuke used the break to catch his breath, looking into his
brother's eyes and silently wondering just what was next.

Reviewing his options, Itachi found himself limited. He
didn't particularly want to hurt Sasuke, and was afraid doing much else would
hurt him. But how else could he make him sleep?

''Aniki...'' Sasuke nudged his brother's head up a bit,
latching on with lips and tongue and suction to the other's pale throat.

Itachi's eyes fell closed, a soft moan escaping his lips. He
tilted his head back a bit, exposing more of his throat, his hands moving over
the younger Uchiha's sides and chest. "Mh.."

Sasuke tested moving his hips, rubbing slightly against his
brother's stomach. He released the flesh he was teasing to utter a soft groan.
''Aniki...''

The friction against his hardness made him shiver, and
Itachi arched his back on reflex, playing with Sasuke's sensitive nipples.
"Hm?"

''Aa! Nnh...'' Sasuke arched at the sensations, breath
hitching. He rubbed a bit more with his hips, moaning softly.

Itachi pressed soft kisses over Sasuke's shoulders, his
fingers pinching and pulling expertly. "What is it, otouto..?"

''P-please...A-Anikiii...'' Sasuke managed, not sure what it
was he was asking for, really, but maybe his Aniki would know. He stifled short
gasps and quiet moans against Itachi's shoulder, hips still rubbing slowly.

Itachi opened his eyes, glancing at Sasuke carefully. Undoubtedly,
he seemed ready.. But he was still much younger, and much smaller. One hand
slid from the boy's chest to his lap, caressing him. "...It'll hurt
you."

Sasuke whimpered softly, not sure what Itachi meant. It
hadn't hurt last time, it wasn't hurting now... He wondered what else he
could do for his brother, maybe there was some other way? He squirmed slightly,
not quite sure what he should do. ''Is there anything that...doesn't hurt?''

His stamina's
impressive.. Itachi turned and lay Sasuke down on the cloak once more,
kissing and licking his chest, gently biting the sensitive nipples. His hand
stayed where it was, rubbing and squeezing alternately. "Hm.."

The younger Uchiha nearly writhed, moaning low and arching
into his brother's hand, against his mouth. The heat was all over the place and
he was drowning in it, but absolution was avoiding him and it took longer to
build.

Itachi moved his hand away for a second, glancing up to see
Sasuke's reaction, before giving him a slow, experimental lick. His hair fell
in front of his face, obscuring the deep blush there.

Sasuke sucked in a breath, shocked at how much more sensual
that was than Itachi's hand. ''A-Aniki...nn...''

Fueled by Sasuke's reaction, Itachi flicked his tongue over
the tip, taking it into his mouth. He wasn't used to this, but it seemed to be
extremely effective.

Sasuke moaned low, reaching down to tangle lithe fingers
into his brother's hair, his other hand tightly gripping the cloak beneath him.

Tongue and teeth danced over the hot skin, teasing and
tasting, finding all the most sensitive areas. Itachi held his hips still, his
hair tickling Sasuke's legs. "Hm.."

Sasuke's grip in Itachi's hair tightened painfully as he
found pure bliss for the third time that night. This time left him winded,
gasping for air and panting heavily, relaxing against the floor as his hand
slipped free of dark locks.

Itachi paused, swallowing and coughing a bit, sitting up and
gently stroking Sasuke's leg. He was hard nearly to the point of pain, but
attempted to ignore it, at least for now.

After a few moments of catching his breath, Sasuke managed
to push himself into a sitting position. He looked down at Itachi, putting on a
slight smile.

Itachi shifted, watching Sasuke warily. "Impressive, Otouto.
I'd have thought you'd be exhausted by now."

''I'm only just a little sleepy because it's late,
Aniki...'' Sasuke wondered if Itachi would like that mouth thing as much as he
had. He moved onto his hands and knees and looked down at his brother again,
then up to meet Itachi's eyes.

Itachi propped himself up by his elbows, his eyes
half-closed and filled with desire, simply watching Sasuke. Fast learner..

Sasuke crawled forward between Itachi's legs and leaned
down, giving the tip a tentative lick to see what it tasted like. It was
slightly bitter, slightly salty, but not overpoweringly so on either account.
His eyes darted to his brother's face once more for approval before he
continued.

Itachi shivered, tangling his fingers in his cloak, his
heart pounding. After a moment, he nodded.

Sasuke nodded to himself as well, taking the head into his
mouth and sucking softly, licking one spot where the bitter taste was a bit stronger
and he gagged a bit, moving his tongue elsewhere. Remembering from before, he
brushed his fingers down the length of hot, hard flesh as well.

Itachi shuddered, tilting his head back again, trying not to
shift too much. His breath came in shallow gasps, one leg moving to rub against
Sasuke's side. "Nhh.."

Shifting to wrap his fingers around the base, Sasuke moved
his head down a bit, taking more of his brother into his mouth. He stopped just
before it was enough to choke him, swirling his tongue around and sucking
harder as his hand pumped from his lips to the base.

Thrusting his hips up on reflex, Itachi let out another
ragged moan, closing his eyes. "Ghh.. Sasuke.."

The younger Uchiha tried to keep from choking, gagging by
reflex and trying to pin his brother's hips down as he pulled his head back,
teeth accidentally grazing hot skin as he went. His eyes watered slightly and
he shut them tight, fighting back the urge to vomit before continuing again.

Itachi fought his way back through the lust filled haze,
glancing down at Sasuke. He pushed himself up a bit, resting his hand on
Sasuke's shoulder. "Oi.."

Sasuke opened his eyes again, glancing up with damp streaks
down his cheeks, mouth still at the tip and hand still at the base. He wondered
if he was doing something wrong for his brother to interrupt him like this, and
he swirled his tongue around the underside of the head intentionally slow.

Itachi shivered, his resolve nearly cracking, clutching
Sasuke's shoulder. "Nnh.. why are you crying..?"

Now that was a silly question. He wasn't. Sasuke found that
it wasn't really worth stopping to answer, so he gently raked his nails up the
length, sucking hard on the tip.

Itachi's vision faded out, and he groaned, his body nearly
convulsing from the release, his skin on fire once again.

Sasuke coughed and sputtered at the taste that had suddenly
invaded his mouth. It made him gag again and his eyes watered a bit more as the
white fluid dribbled down his chin and he tried to swallow the taste away.

Itachi spent a couple minutes catching his breath and
waiting for the dizziness to go away, before looking down at Sasuke, slightly
concerned. "Are you okay?"

The younger nodded, wiping at the corners of his mouth with
the back of his hand.

Itachi gave a faint smile, reaching down and smoothing back
Sasuke's hair. "You're certainly talented.."

Sasuke felt a small bubble of pride rise in his chest at
those words. Everybody always expected talent from him, but to be praised as
such by his Aniki... It made the thought of avenging his clan that much more
painful.

Itachi kissed Sasuke's forehead, rubbing his shoulders,
feeling a pang of regret. He stared into Sasuke's eyes, his own eyes melting
into the Sharingan. "You should sleep now, Otouto, you may have a mission
in the morning.."

''Aniki--!'' was all Sasuke managed before the wave overcame
him and his body fell limp, eyes fluttering closed to the dream.

Itachi lifted the boy up, carrying him to the bed and
covering him with a blanket, redressing and shaking out his cloak. He paused at
the door, looking around the now-quiet apartment one last time, before stepping
into the pre-dawn chill and locking the door behind him. "Someday you'll
be strong enough.."

--

Sasuke awoke later, curled in a ball and trembling. He'd
dreamed of his brother, and of things forbidden, of feelings buried long ago.
He wondered, perhaps once Itachi was dead, these dreams would cease.
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