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Possession
Disclaimer: I own none of Naruto characters. They
rightly belong to Masashi Kishimoto-sensei. But I do own some of the characters
that I made up to be members of Akatsuki.
Warning: Shounen-ai/Yaoi. Incest. If you find
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You've been warned, so don't flame me about that.
Pairing: Eventually Itachi/Sasuke and Neji/Naruto.
Note: Finally, we have come to the final chapter. Sorry for
taking it too long to update. I hope this last chapter meet your expectation
more or less. And thank you everyone who read and support this story. I love
you all!
Chapter XV: One Single Promise
Night
wind whistled softly as it went past him, ruffling the tall green grasses in
tows of rustles, whipping gently against his pale cheeks and lips, sending his
bangs flying. How long had the time passed since he came here? Long, fine
lashes lowered as tantalized black orbs continued to gaze at the cold full moon
that was slowly disappeared behind the veil of floating dark cloud.
In
the end, time didn’t matter, he decided. It didn’t matter anymore. Because…everything
was meaningless. Everything was worthless. All his ambitions…they were so dead
like those lying in their graves he had failed to avenge. Avenge? A
bitter smirked grazed his lips as one thought occurred to him.
Who
was it that he tried to avenge for?
“Foolish little brother, if you want to live, hate me, detest
me and survive in the most unsightly way. Become stronger and come kill me if
you can.”
Because
everything was just a lie.
“I hate you.”
It
was all a lie.
“That’s because I told you to do so.”
If
Itachi didn’t tell him so, would he still hate him the way he did? Would he
still want to avenge his clan by shedding the very last breath and blood of his
brother? His brother…whom he had made himself believe that he hated him more
than anything, whom he had betrayed his close friends and village for just to
have the power to fight him…to make him notice him.
“You didn’t want to be pitied but it’s you that make
yourself pitiful, Sasuke”.
…Maybe you’re right, Naruto. The Uchiha heir
shut his eyes, watching the picture of the half-covered moon disappear from his
eyesight gradually. In the end, it’s no one but me that make myself pitiful.
In
the end, all he wanted, all he needed, all he asked for was…no one but the one
he wanted to kill the most.
“So…you’re
here.” Sasuke opened his eyes at the familiar voice yet said nothing in reply
as the newcomer took a seat next to him. Silence prevailed between them for a
while as another wisp of wind caressed the tips of those grasses, playing with
their locks before Neji, quietly, spoke up. “Naruto is very worried about you.”
His silvery eyes locked with the other’s pair of black.
--Flashback—
“Here
you are.” The booth owner sighed as he handed Neji the first prize stuff frog. “Man,
you must be a shinobi. To have such accuracy. If all the shinobi all decide to
enjoy my game, I’m sure I will have to stop this kind of job soon.”
Neji
gave the prize to Naruto and smirked, tilting his chin toward the blond boy. “He’s
also a shinobi.”
The
owner raised his eyebrows, eyeing the blond in question with curiosity. “He is?”
“Hey,
hey, hey, I know what you’re thinking, old man. But I, Uzumaki Naruto, here am
a shinobi, best of ANBU squad who soon gonna be the Hokage of this village!”
Naruto quickly said in defense of himself, not forgetting to add his infamous
speech.
The
old man laughed heartily, picked a random plushie from the shelf and gave it to
Naruto. “It’s nice to dream, boy. I use to have such impossible aim like that
once, too but I end up here. You’ll know that everything isn’t that easy like
saying when you’re older.”
Naruto
pouted, “It won’t be just a dream, old man. I can prove that to you…one day,”
however; received the plushie. He looked at it and grinned. “But thanks for
this one, I guess.” It was a palm-size cute little stuffed fox whose mouth’s
corners seemed to twitch up into a very-foxy grin.
“Mind
if I share my opinion?” Neji asked but didn’t wait for his friend to reply. “I
think it looks an awful lot like you.”
“What!?
This fox? No way!” Naruto protested, feigning to be quite hurt. “I’m cuter!”
Neji
lifted one elegant eyebrow. “You are?”
The
booth owner laughed.
Naruto
pouted even more. “Fine! Be that way. As if those freaky eyes of yours could
tell the difference between an animal and a real human.” He then looked at the
fox in his grip again, staring oh-so-intensely as if waiting for the grinning
fox to become shy and lose its knowing grin. It didn’t. “…Hmm…” Naruto stared, stared
and stared and no matter how much he stared he couldn’t bring himself to
believe that the thing looked anything like him despite it being a fox. He soon
gave up staring.
“Hey,
Sasuke, do you think it really looks like me?” He turned to ask the last person
that he thought would give him a satisfying answer. He had to ask anyway, though.
Yet…
“Sasuke?”
Blue eyes widened as he finally noticed that the said raven-haired boy wasn’t
there. “Neji, where’s Sasuke?”
It
was the booth owner that answered that question. “If you mean the black-haired
boy who came with you, I saw him leave a while ago when you two were busy with
the game.”
“W-what!?”
Naruto’s eyes widened even more at the news. Damn. How could he be so careless
when he should have known if he didn’t pay attention the bastard would
certainly leave like that? “Which way did he go?” He hurriedly asked.
The
old man thought for a moment before pointing to the direction, which leaded to
the junction where he last saw the raven-haired teen: “That way, I think but
I’m not sure where he would go after that…”
“Damn.
That bastard.” Naruto said. “Where the hell did he go?” Though looking annoyed
like that, Neji could tell Naruto was really dead worried. The older shinobi
placed a hand on the younger one’s shoulder and said calmly. “Let’s split up. I’ll
go look this way. You go check that way.”
Even
as he said that, with his Byakkugan, the Hyuuga boy knew where the Uchiha had
gone. He even knew when exactly he had left. It might be a little unfair for
the blond Hokage wannabe but…he had something to talk to the Uchiha.
--End
Flashback--
“…He
should worry about himself.” Sasuke said, shifting his gaze away as he leant
back against the tree, pretending to be preoccupied with staring at the
wavering field of grasses.
“…”
Neji watched him in silence for a while. The other boy might look as if he was
too absorbed into his doing that he would likely not going to hear what he was
going to say but Neji knew better since the other’s stance was for from
relaxing. The Hyuura genius shifted his gaze toward the field also as he let
the words that had been bothering him for long slipped from his lips. “He loves
you, you know.” They rang softly but clearly that not even one single word was
amiss.
Silence.
At
the other teen’s indifference of response, a frown started to form on Neji’s
calm feature. The Uchiha didn’t make it any easier with him staying so
expressionless and staring ahead like a lifeless doll. As time wore on, the
Hyuuga genius decided he should say something. “Sasuke…” He began. Yet…
“I
know.” It was as if the spell was broken, the younger boy turned to face him in
the eyes. And one wouldn’t believe how those two words could sound so
heartbreaking and thick with emotions even if the speaker’s face was so perfect
a statue as ever. And Neji didn’t miss how those pliant lips parted slightly as
if they were about to say something but the words just didn’t come out.
“You
love him.” Eventually it was the Hyuuga the broke the silence again.
Obsidian
orbs widened at his companion’s emphasis on the word ‘him’. The ‘him’
definitely didn’t mean Naruto. Definitely. Sasuke quickly looked away. Feeling
for the first time, the nervousness of being read through by those pure white
eyes. Those eyes…as if they were peeking into his soul and caught some secrets
even he himself didn’t want to believe yet. Those words, startling him, rang
over and over again in his ears like he was standing between two cliffs.
And
the Uchiha had to bite his lips in bitterness as the truth came crashing down
on him.
He
loved Itachi. Loved him as a brother and…
He
shivered at the memory of those soft lips on his. How his brother’s warm tongue
would slip inside his mouth, tracing along his teeth and even further more. How
their tongues danced together in a heated flame of desire as he finally gave in.
How those thin hands of his brother would touch him…and…how he craved for those
forbidden touches even though his hateful parts still resented them.
Sasuke
bit his lips again.
…More
than brotherly this love was.
“Thinking of your sweetheart?”
“Naruto and I are friends.”
…I could have loved him but…
“Remember, Sasuke, you belong to me and no one else.”
The
raven haired-boy suddenly found it difficult to maintain his emotionless mask. It
was the same mask that had crumbled to pieces before the eyes of the one he
didn’t want to show his weakness in front of. The mask that, pieces by pieces, he
had to put the shattered fragments together and wore it to pretend that he
still had his dignity remained. That he wasn’t broken like he really was. The
mask that one day…he hoped he would never have to wear anymore.
No
more lie. He was so tired of lying and being lied to. Yet…before they parted, the
brother he saw…was he really there or was it just another ill illusion Itachi
created to fool him again? For his brother had never promised him the truth. He
had never kept one single promise. Never.
As
he still felt the presence of Neji’s white eyes on him, for once, Sasuke wonder
if those eyes that could see through anything could really tell what was real
and what was fake.
“Neji,
how can you tell between lie and truth?” Sasuke asked, quite bluntly.
Yet
Neji knew exactly what the other had in mind. “He left you his cloak. Isn’t
that enough truth?” The Hyuuga uttered softly.
“…”
At
the other’s silence, Neji sighed and added: “Believe what you need to believe, Sasuke.
I do not mean that you believe everything but if you do not trust anything, if
you have nothing to hold on to, then you’re totally broken.”
“You
didn’t answer my question.”
“…I
leave Naruto for too long. I’m going back now.” With that, the Hyuuga stood up
and was about to walk away when…
“Neji,
you love Naruto, right?” The words cut through the air and stopped the Hyuuga
dead in his track. Neji closed his eyes and turned back to give the Uchiha one
last look as he reopened his eyes, everything unspoken pouring out like
thousands of words ringing just next to the listener’s ears before he turned
his back on him again.
“…”
Sasuke watched as Neji walked further and further away from him and finally, he
called, “Neji,” loudly enough.
“Yes?”
“Take
care of that dobe for me.”
There
was no reply, no confirmation, no assuring from the departing teen as the raven
haired-watched him disappear from his sight yet… Sasuke was sure. Neji would
without his asking.
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Two
cloak figures stood in the shadow as laughter rang from the festival part of
the town. Kisame grinned. “Seems like we’re here at a right time.” He shifted
slightly as he eyed his smaller, quieter partner. “Festival. No wonder why it’s
so easy to get in here.”
“…”
Blood-red Sharingan eyes peeked through under the kasa as they stared into the
light ahead.
“Ah,
but of course, time of peace, if it’s too peaceful, where’s the fun? I hope
Konoha shinobi like my game of ‘Chasing Shark-man’.”
Itachi
gave him a look that clearly said ‘What a stupid name’. “Don’t be so careless, Kisame.” He
warned in his usual monotonous deep voice.
Ignoring
the insulting look his partner gave him, Kisame laughed and patted Itachi on
the shoulder like a close pal. “I’m off now.” And with that, the large shark-like
man walked off into another direction to seek ‘the fun’ he had claimed but not
without saying his last words: “By the way, Itachi-san, it’s nice to have you
as a partner.” That, and he was completely gone from the sight.
Yes,
Itachi knew his partner had the strangest sense of humor. But they were
partners all the same.
The
Uchiha prodigy rearranged his kasa as he entered the festival part, not
bothering to change his clothing or use genjutsu to hide his appearance as he
could see some children wearing just the same thing running down the street. Who
knew why their trademark Akatsuki cloak had become so popular in fashion lately.
Girls
giggled as he passed them, paying them no heed. Some boys even gave him
disturbing looks but he didn’t care as his feet was taking him to a certain
place. He didn’t really know where he was going but maybe…it was a brother’s
instinct that his feet knew where to take him. He strode and strode, not really
caring about those things around him until…
“Nii-san!
Look!”
Itachi
stopped. His eyes landed on a boy with a stuffed dragon in one hand, running
eagerly past him toward the nearby pet shop. The boy pointed the leftmost cage,
in which a blackest black bird was seen perching proudly on the wooden perch. Its
monstrous red eyes stared back at the boy with intensity.
An
older boy then walked up to him. They looked quite alike. No doubt they were
brothers.
“Hmm?
You want this one? Isn’t it a little too…well, I mean why don’t you pick a
cuter-looking bird?”
The
younger boy quickly latched onto his brother’s sleeve and tugged. “But nii-san…you
promise!”
The
older boy scratched the back of his head. “I promise you too many things.” He
muttered before pulling out his wallet. “How much is this one?” He asked the
owner.
The
younger boy jumped and squealed. “Yay, nii-san, I love you!”
…Somehow
the interaction between those two brothers made his something inside stomach
twinge.
“Nii-san, you always lie.”
“I do?”
“ ...You said you'll teach me new shuriken techniques but
you never did. You always say 'next time' but you never keep your promise.”
The
S-rank criminal closed his eyes.
Sasuke…
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The
sound of grasses rustling. The sign of another presence approaching. Sasuke
turned his gaze toward the source and met squarely with a pair of Sharingan
eyes—the kasa was left, forgotten. He stared, as if in trance, at those eyes
for a long while before looking away. He didn’t know what to do.
“Sasuke.”
His name slipped from those enticing lips so softly and fluidly like a caress
of flowing water, that deep voice sending shiver down his spine.
Itachi
had never failed to catch his attention.
Sasuke,
finding himself unable to resist, turned his gaze back on his brother. “…Why’re
you here?”
“…”
The older Uchiha said nothing at first as he crouched down in front of his
brother, one hand reaching out to cup his chin—thumb resting on Sasuke’s lower
lips. Sharingan eyes locked with obsidian one as they stared at each other in
sheer silence that was too heavy for one to bear. “To claim what’s rightly mine.”
Itachi said eventually.
You belong to me even before you know it.
“If
you mean your cloak, it’s not here now.”
The younger one answered casually even though he knew what his brother
really meant.
I know what you mean that I belong to you.
Itachi’s
thumb gently kneaded the boy’s bottom lip. “You know what I mean, little
brother.” Sharingan eyes gazed deep into obsidian ones and before he knew it, the
younger Uchiha had flung himself at him—the loose black yukata slid off his
shoulder, leaving the snow-white flesh bare--and sealed their lips together in
a hungry kiss. Those pliant lips moved against his and that small tongue licked
and sucked seductively on his bottom lip… Those slender arms quickly wiggled
around his neck. ..
The
older Uchiha put an arm around his brother’s thin waist, pulling him on top of
him as he let himself fall onto the grass-covered ground, his other hand
fondling with the smaller boy’s now-shorter ebony locks. “…You cut your hair.”
He pointed out when his lips were free. Sasuke paused to look at him for a
brief moment--an unreadable expression on his face--before bending down to
capture his lips again as if desperate to savor in the other’s presence.
Itachi
didn’t object as he let the boy had a taste in his mouth but instead, slipped a
knee in between the younger boy’s thighs. Sasuke gasped sharply against his
lips and Itachi didn’t waste that opportunity to slide his tongue into the
other’s mouth, altering control of the kiss. Sasuke moaned and thrust his hips
against him. The older Uchiha, aroused, then flipped Sasuke over, regaining the
dominance and grinded their hips together, emitting a sweet moan from the
younger one.
Sasuke’s
breath became heavier and heavier as he panted, the sensation soared high and
higher that it came closer and closer to the peak. But then suddenly Itachi
stopped. It was as if someone had taken him all the way up the mountain and
suddenly, out of the blue, dropped him down. Sasuke looked up at his brother
with glazed eyes, his breathing still hard.
“Are
you doing this in spite of yourself, Sasuke?” Itachi voiced, supporting himself
with one of his strong arms so that he could get a good look at his brother’s
face.
And
Sasuke was startled at how concerned that voice sounded. Do you care, brother?
Do you really care?
Abruptly,
his eyes turned blood-red as he glared at the man atop him. “And what do you
think, nii-san?” He asked spitefully, venom and bitterness lacing his
voice. “I never know that you care.” You never care of my feeling. I’m so
tired of your lies, for I fear that this time, if I fall, I could never put the
pieces together again.
“…”
Itachi closed his eyes. And when he opened it again, the red shade faded from
those orbs remaining only their original shade of black. If Sasuke was to
attack him with the Sharingan’s doujutsu, he was now completely vulnerable.
“Sometimes a lie not only can mess with the others but it
can mess with the liar himself.”
“Do
you still want to kill me?”
…I lied to you. I had been lying to you for all these time. Lying
just to make you, my little fragile doll, stronger. I broke my favorite doll
again and again just to let it mend because I know that it will mend. But now
that the doll breaks too far that with only one more touch it’s beyond
repairing, I stop, for I admit…I can’t bear seeing you shatter.
Those
words rang clearly, cutting through the night air that had suddenly become so
still it was frightening as they reached the younger Uchiha’s ears. “Yes.”
Sasuke replied but his voice lacked determination. It was so blank like a paper.
If you didn’t tell me to hate you that night, would I still
love you like I use to do?
“…You’re
never good at lying.”
I lied to you. All those years of being close as real
brothers ended just that you would chase me. To be like me. To make you
completely mine.
Sasuke’s
eyes hardened—red orbs gleaming threateningly in the darkness of the night. “Because
I am not you.”
I can never be like you. No matter how hard I strive, you’re
still out of reach.
“…Always
lying. Always…breaking our promises.” The harsh tone of the younger boy’s voice
soon became quieter as the words hitched in the boy’s throat. Yet the older one
could hear them just fine.
I was told that I’m perfect at everything. Those people
around me admired my skill and the so-called talented. But it wasn’t real. There
was nothing real, for I knew of what they said behind my back. But I always
know your smile for me was true. Little brother, you belong to me and me alone.
Thin
hand brushed the strayed black locks out of the boy’s pale face as the older
Uchiha bent down—his long bangs tickling his little brother’s skin—until their
forehead touched—their lips just an inch apart like a prelude to a final kiss. So
close that they could feel each other’s warm breath tickle against their
porcelain skins.
No more game. No more lie. I’m so tired of pretending. So
tired of hating.
“I
hate you.” The younger boy voiced another blank speech when he knew it oh-so-clear
to himself that it was not the truth.
…I lied so much to achieve my goal. The lie…so perfect that
it fooled even me…carried me away into the world of my own lie…deceived me from
seeing the unseen truth.
“But
I love you.”
Sharingan
eyes widened at those unexpected words that had just left his brother’s lips. Sasuke
froze in place as he stared at Itachi, completely loss for word. He had never
thought he would hear that from him. Ever.
“You love him, don’t you?”
Those
words stirred something inside the younger one’s stomach, getting him right
through the faster-beating heart.
“You know what, Itachi-san, if you need an answer, we could
always travel back to Konoha.”
So
painfully slowly, Sasuke felt his mouth move as redness gradually faded from
his eyes and he looked up at his older brother with deep obsidian orbs not
different from the Itachi’s.
“Foolish little brother, if you want to live, hate me, detest
me and survive in the most unsightly way. Become stronger and come kill me if
you can.”
“Nii-san?”
…In the end, it’s no one but me that’s the fool.
“I
love you.” The older Uchiha repeated before he captured Sasuke’s lips in a
tender kiss. It was him that had started the game and so was it him that
stopped it. The game started from the so-called possessiveness.
A
love that had become so twisted but after everything it was love all the same.
Yet…
Sasuke
leaned into the kiss as their lips-lock grew passionate. His hands wandered
across the other’s well-built chest as the lack of oxygen finally separated
them. “Then, can you keep me one single promise?” He asked, his voice a little
bit raspy. Strange. It held the same innocence the little boy used to use with
his older brother.
“Believe what you need to believe, Sasuke. I do not mean
that you believe everything but if you do not trust anything, if you have
nothing to hold on to, then you’re totally broken.”
…If
I have to believe him one last time…
The
older one kissed his brother’s forehead lightly. “What is it?”
Sasuke pulled Itachi closer and whispered
in his ears. “Be mine. And forever solely mine.”
…If this is the only promise I will keep for you…
“I’m
yours.” Itachi whispered back in a seductive voice—promptly tracing the outer
trace of Sasuke’s ear with his sharp tongue, which effectively sent the boy
beneath him shivering with excitement and anticipation. Sasuke’s eyes followed
Itachi’s hands in fascination as they went to finish undoing the clasp of his
Akatsuki cloak. The heavy garment fell on the grass-covered ground with a soft
rustle, leaving the older Uchiha with only his mesh shirt and black pants.
Heat
helplessly crept up the younger Uchiha’s pale face as he witnessed his older
brother, now standing, slowly stripping before him. And hell, even with him
seeing Itachi naked many, many times before, this was nonetheless intriguing. He
watched how those slim hands work. How they knew exactly when to pause as if to
give him the real impression of strip-tease. It was a torture to just watch
piece by piece of his brother’s clothes ever-so-slowly fall to the ground
beneath them.
The
black mesh shirt was sluggishly pushed up, revealing the dusky nipples beneath
the fabric and when he could just put the ‘obstacle’ off, those pale working
hands just stopped.
The
older Uchiha smirked as he saw the longing look on his little brother’s face. And
Sasuke knew, he always knew even before the tormenting incident at Akatsuki
mansion that Itachi had that sadistic streak in him and the fact that he had
promised himself to him couldn’t change that fact. Sasuke scowled and stood up
as well.
He
briskly finished undressing his half-undressed self—the rich black yukata
flowed off his feature fluidly to show off his naked beauty in its own enticing
way. He didn’t wait but went straight to his sadistic brother. Pressing his
naked body against the other, he buried his face in his brother’s well-built
chest, tongue darting out to give one nipple a good lick. Feeling Itachi tensed,
he did it again—this time lingering long enough to stir the thing up.
The
nipple turned hard against his tongue as he trailed a pattern around it, leaving
a wet, sticky trace of saliva. Itachi groaned and pulled his head closer to him,
his hands no longer working on his own clothes but tracing from the nape of
Sasuke’s neck and down the nice curve of his spine. The younger Uchiha made a
small noise in his throat, still playing with his brother’s nipple while his
naughty hands felt down Itachi’s abdomen and toyed with the zipper of the black
pants.
Itachi,
knowing what his little brother was up to, pinned Sasuke against the large tree
and pulled him up, promptly inserting his tongue between those dainty lips. Sasuke
whimpered against his warm lips but didn’t give up easily as he pulled the
zipper down and wiggled one of his hands inside Itachi’s pants. This time, it
was the older Uchiha that gasped. He retaliated with running one hand down the
length of Sasuke’s spine and inserted his finger into the open.
Sasuke
gasped sharply, abruptly breaking their kiss as his brother fucked up with his
finger. His breath became heavy as the second finger was pushed in. He panted
hard, his one free hand clutching Itachi’s shoulder for support as he rested
his head on his chest. As the third finger was inserted, he felt like the ring
of his muscle was about to break. His breath became heavier and heavier at the
painful yet sensually blissful sensation wrecked him as his nails dug deep in
his brother’s flesh.
Itachi
didn’t mind that and withdrew his fingers. Only to push them in again, emanating
another strangled cry from his lover. Sasuke’s nailed dug deeper into his flesh,
drawing blood and the younger Uchiha, still had his hand inside his pants, squeezed
his erection. The older Uchiha breathed in sharply as he used his free hand to
lift one of Sasuke’s slender legs up—the younger one, realized what his brother
was doing, automatically wounded that leg around his brother’s hip—while the
other continued to push in and out of him.
“Itachi…”
Sasuke pleaded—dignity forgotten--breath ragged.
The
fingers were soon withdrawn and the younger Uchiha didn’t hesitate to wrap his
other leg around his brother’s hip. Itachi gave him a brief kiss on the lips
before lowering him back down on the ground. And soon, the pants were tugged
hurriedly down to free the fully-erected member that screamed to be inside the
other’s warmth. Sasuke’s face flushed as he let go of it—milky precome staining
his palm and dripped down his fingers. He raised those fingers to his lips and
licked the sticky substance away.
The
gesture was too erotic for the older Uchiha to wait any longer. Hand grasping
the other’s slender hips tight, he pushed himself in full-length at once in a
smooth stroke. “Ahhh!” The younger one screamed out loudly but it was soon
muffled by another pair of lips. Sweats trickling down the boy’s forehead at
the new pain invading his body and his eyes became glazed.
Itachi
felt the other’s lips moved against his, performing a silent call of his name
as he waited for the boy to adjust to the new sensation. And as Sasuke’s legs
became tighter around his hips, urging him to go on, he began to move. The pace
was slow at first but soon it became faster and heavier. Sasuke rocked his hips
against his brother in rhythm with Itachi slamming into him, writhing and
moaning uncontrollably and shamelessly as ecstasy flamed through him, washing
away everything but the blissful feeling.
The
older Uchiha trailed the kiss down from Sasuke’s lips to his throat. Wet tongue
swished around the flesh in a circular motion as if marking the area to leave
his mark before its owner sank his teeth into the yielding flesh. The younger
one cried out and threw his head back—black locks whipping around his pretty face—to
give his lover a better access. Itachi didn’t wait to seize the opportunity and
pressed his lips against the exposed flesh, ravishing and nibbling.
Sasuke
then gasped sharply and a soundless moan escaped his lips as Itachi seemed to
hit the most sensitive spot inside him. His grip around the other’s shoulder
loosened for a minute as sinful ecstasy wrecked him, shaking his entire body. And
that didn’t go unnoticed by his brother as he hit that spot again. Sasuke
moaned loudly and instead of regaining his grip on the older Uchiha, let his
naughty hands wandered across Itachi’s bare back, feeling the tenderness and
firmness of that alabaster skin.
Yet
as his lover continued to hit that responsive spot inside him again and again, it
was starting to get too much. And he dug his nails into his brother’s flesh
again as another uncontrollable moan fleeted his lips.
The
sensation became more and more intense until it was overwhelming that he
couldn’t take it anymore. Tears of bliss flowed from his dark eyes as he came, screaming
his lover’s name at the top of his lung. The hot passage suddenly tightened, forcing
the older Uchiha to reach his destination after a few more forceful slams, spilling
his seeds deep inside his younger brother before going limp and collapsing on
Sasuke’s lithe form…
They
lay there unmoving for a while before Itachi withdrew himself and rolled to the
side, still panting slightly as he zipped his pants. Sasuke looked straight at
him with tear-stained black, black eyes—some of the clear droplets slid down
his soft cheeks—yet the younger boy said nothing.
“…”
Itachi reached out and wiped those tears away with the back of his hand before
pulling the naked boy into his arms. Sasuke gave an exhausted sigh and rested
his head against Itachi’s shoulder. They stayed like that in silence for a
while before Itachi spoke up. “We’re returning home.”
Sasuke
was surprised and he looked up at his brother questioningly. Itachi said
nothing as he lifted his little brother up. Sasuke opened his mouth to object
but soon found himself being shifted into the position of being carried on his
brother’s back. Somehow this reminded him of when Itachi carried him home just
the day before he left for his important mission a day before he commenced in
the ninja academy. The younger Uchiha then relaxed against his brother’s back
as Itachi snatched the rest of their clothes from the ground and covered their
forms with his Akatsuki cloak.
Tall
green grasses rustled gently as the shadow stepped on them and past. The full
moon shone brightly with all its might above the land, caressing the two
figures with its beautiful silver sliver. Sasuke held on to his older brother
like a little child with no doubt, no problem to trust as he wearily closed his
black, black eyes.
For
once, he was sure, if he woke up tomorrow, the one he loved the most in the
world would still be there, for they belonged to each other as that one single
promise was promised not to be broken.
And
as the game had ended, no one could tell who really the winner was.
You own me or is it I that own you? We cannot tell who really belong to whom.
It's the spell that we are both under...and can never escape for the rest of
our short lives--the lives that can be easily ripped away like plugging leaves.
That...is the spell of Possession.
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“Neji,
what was on your mind when you tell that boy to buy another bird…?” Naruto
asked as he watched a little boy skipped his happy way down the street, away
from them, his older brother in tow.
Neji
smiled a little. “If the bird has to be in the cage, isn’t it better that
there’re two of them instead of one?”
The
little boy ran merrily. In his arm, there was a cage. A cage with two black
birds with monstrous red eyes perching proudly together on the wooden perch.
Naruto
gave him a weird look and then a wide grin spread across his feature as he
looked at the stuffed fox and frog in his arms. “That means we need more of
these stuffed toys.”
“Naruto…”
The Hyuuga boy began wearily but before he could really start protesting, Naruto
had already dragged him to the nearest game booth. It was going to be a long, long
night.
Possession
Fin
It
was the longest chapter I’ve ever made. And I never thought this day would come.
It has been so long from that day I’ve started this fic. Thank you again for
every support. And for one last time…
Please,
please, please review!
By
the way, I see the possibility to make a sequel to this fic, so…if you want the
sequel please tell me. If there’re enough sounds then I’ll write. ::smiles::
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