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Comes Like Death	By : Lykomancer Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Itachi/Sasuke Views: 1587 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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His hands, slick with sweat and blood, tangled in the
long smoky black hair, raking the soft, slippery strands between his fingers
harshly, and he forced that proud, sleek head back�

Sasuke�s mind is filled with raging white noise� he can�t think; he can barely
feel; he is overwhelmed by the moment, by his victory, by the heartbeat
that slams against his ribs in a rough and reckless rhythm. His mouth tastes of
copper and ash, metallic and bitter; the air that races over his tongue is hot
and burns his throat like fire.

They were skin against skin where their clothing had been slashed and
burned, torn to tatters in the battle, and even that wasn�t close enough for
him; there was too much space still�

His body moves of its own accord, seeking to fulfill dark desires he doesn�t
understand, ones that his conscious, rational mind shrink from in disgust and
horror, his impulses fueled by the seething tangle of unsettled and poisonous
emotions that writhes like a pit of serpents in his soul, twisting love and
longing into hate and obsession, inverting hate and jealousy into perverse
yearning, into need and hunger.

The scarlet pinwheels of his eyes caught every trailing rivulet of sweat,
and his heart skipped in his chest as he tasted salt-tang on his tongue though
he didn�t realize that he�d leaned in to lap it up, savoring the taste of
success well-earned; he shuddered and sucked in another harsh breath between
his bared teeth�

Resentment ran deep and finally boiled over, frothing chaotically from Sasuke�s
bruised lips, lashing him into actions that were more instinct than sense. This
is not right, but it is fair; it is owed to him; he deserves
this, after all these years, after everything taken from him, for his life and
future and heart�

Sharingan met sharingan and he was fearless, fearless and wild and throbbing
with rage and something more than rage, something darker. He jerked forward
suddenly, his teeth cutting soft, blood-stained lips and tongue thrusting into
the warm, wet heat of a willing mouth, and strong hands� ones that had touched
him once, long ago, with affection� clenched around his throat, thumbs digging
in to choke off his breath.

Death doesn�t concern Sasuke, not as long as he accomplishes his revenge; death
is unimportant so long as he does not fail� failure is not an option
he�ll allow himself to even consider. He will kill his brother. He will.
And if he is killed in the process, if he is only able to extinguish the fire
in Itachi and then stumble a bare step away to slump down and lose himself,
too, that is fine. Fitting, even.

He pushed forward, deepening their kiss and leaning into the throttling grip
simultaneously, nudging a knee up between the legs of the man sprawled under
him; he could feel his pulse jump as muscular thighs parted easily for him and
hips rolled up to press hard, eager flesh against his own aching groin.

This isn�t right, but right and wrong no longer mean anything to either
remaining Uchiha. The only thing that matters at all is the complex bond that
ties them together and has fated them to utterly destroy that which they love
most in the world.

He pulled his fingers free from the long hair, and without looking, he
groped for one of the weapons scattered and gleaming on the ground around them;
he cut his own fingers on the bladed edges of a shuriken before gripping it
better and lifting it to the other�s wrists to slice through the arteries and
cut his throttling hands away.

Itachi is paying attention to him now. He isn�t turning his back on him,
dismissing him; there is nothing more important to him at this moment than his
little brother�little brother who is finally fast enough, strong enough,
cold-blooded enough to be worthy of Itachi�s time and energy and life.

The hot spurt of blood against his chest made him rock forward with a faint
groan, grinding down against the matching erection pressing against his as he
tried to scratch the itch consuming him, and he finally broke their kiss in
order to gasp for air, folding his head down against his shoulder as his back
arched in frantic, futile thrusts, his body shaking uncontrollably. One long
leg folded around his hip and warm breath feathered against his ear, his own
name murmured in a deep voice, and oh god, he was so close, so close he could
almost taste it and�

__

Sasuke jerked awake, wide-eyed and panting, soaked in cold sweat and so hard
that it hurt. His eyes flicked around the dim room uncomprehendingly, the
details of his location sinking slowly into his mind: hospital, Konoha. Itachi
far away; he hadn�t been interested in Sasuke and had beaten him nearly to
death as a lesson only when he�d pushed the issue and still had kept his face
so blank and disinterested even while shattering his ribs and mind�

His hands fisted in the blankets so hard his knuckles went white and Sasuke
struggled for a moment to quell his churning stomach; he felt unclean,
wretched and condemned; he was so full of his own brother� his despised,
beloved, murderous brother� and nothing was enough; there would be no relief to
his desire, no satisfaction, only heat and endless friction that rubbed him
raw.

Sasuke closed his eyes, counted slowly to fifty, and then slowly unlocked his
fingers from the sheets and pushed his hand under the waistband of his pants,
forcing his imagination toward the idea of a different warm body, another voice
gasping out his name in rough, growling tones, tanned hands hard against his
skin as he writhed under the Uchiha rebelliously.

When he finally came, Sasuke didn�t know whose name rolled off of his unfeeling
lips, whether he was gripped by a fantasy of the future�or of the past.
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