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Kiss the Lonely Away	By : DaelynPaolini Category: Naruto AU/AR > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1897 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. Naruto is the property of Masashi Kishimoto. I make no profit from the publication of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Kiss the Lonely Away
- 2-A Passing Cloud
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REMINDER:
Warning from before still applies.
ADDITIONAL:
Because it's set in me like stone, there will be angst.
Author's Note: Kiss the Lonely Away will now be a conglomeration of Itachi and Sasuke smut! I'll also be throwing in other pairings amongst the Akatsuki for the simple fact that I love them all so dearly. If anyone has any particular requests, I would be glad to fill them and stick them in here if I can.
This pretty much goes through Sasuke and Itachi's life in the Akatsuki with the chapters thinly connected together. There is no actual story. If you want an ItaSasu smut where Itachi ran away with plot and Sasuke, check out Sins of the Flesh by TheWammy'sHouseReject. She is amazingly talented. That's my onee-chan!
Enjoy~

"W-What's going on?"
Itachi watched Sasuke with eyes that burned like scarlet embers. The darkness and depth of his tear tracks stood in haunting contrast to the pale of his face, lit by the full moon. Little Sasuke threw his head up while tears fell down his chubby face.
"B-Brother, what-what happened? Brother?"
Brother…
"Momma? Daddy?! What happened to momma and daddy?"
Itachi looked down at his feet covered in dry blood. He couldn't bear to look at Sasuke's accusing, innocent, pleading, sobbing… He was disgusted with himself. The katana in his hands slipped from his grasp and clattered to the floor. He lifted his hands up and looked at them while they shook. His shoulders shook, and then tears spilled from his eyes too.
"What did you do?"
The question was such a quiet whisper it haunted Itachi in his dreams. He looked at his little brother's undressed feet, then followed his figure—lit by the ghostly moonlight—all the way up his knobby legs, his two-sizes-too-big shirt he thought he secretly took from Itachi without his knowing, and then to his round face. He hiccupped, his torture and agony more evident than the bright drops of blood on Itachi's white face. Itachi choked up; his eyes ached with tears and he didn't know how much longer he could fight them off. As easy as his family was, this…by comparison, this…
"What did you do?"

"What did you do," Kisame mumbled.
Itachi was hopping in circles around the trees with a giggling Sasuke on his back. His Akatsuki cloak fluttered in the wind, and his hair came undone from its ponytail and started flying everywhere and even started to slap the two in the face. Sasuke held on tightly and urged his brother to go faster. He obviously enjoyed the little game they were playing.
What did you do to get him to stay with you?
"Kisame, are you alright? You've fallen behind," Itachi said.
"Yeah, keep up!" Sasuke threw a finger at Kisame. "We're gonna leave you in the dust if you don't, huh brother?"
"If we can't help it."
"Yeah, yeah. I'm coming. Keep your panties on, kid," Kisame said. He glared up at the Uchiha brothers, but inwardly he admired them. Despite the trauma they suffered, much of it self-inflicted on Itachi's part, they were still a pair to be acknowledged for their endurance.
"Hey, I don't wear panties! You do!"
A vein pulsed in Kisame's forehead at Sasuke's comment.
"That was such a bad come back, it came all the way back around and hit home. Watch yourself, kid. Itachi won't always-" Itachi's Sharingan spun to life and sent Kisame a violent glare. He dared Kisame to say one more threatening word to Sasuke. "Uh, never mind. I'll go scout ahead?"
"Sounds like a good idea to me."
Sasuke giggled.
"Kisame's in trouble."
"Guess who else is going to be in trouble if you can't remember your manners?"
"He started it!"
"Does it look like I care who started it?"
"Definitely. You have a face that definitely says you care who started it."
Itachi laughed at Sasuke's words and patted his knee.
"I think you're too smart for your own good."
Itachi slowed his pace to give the two of them a peace they hadn't felt in a long time. Both of their dreams were plagued with blood and guts and gore; Itachi was guilt-ridden and often confined within his bed from illness. He made himself sick with anxiety and depression. Sasuke, as much a mother hen as Itachi, took it upon himself to care for the elder brother. They were codependent upon one another, something Itachi decided was best unvoiced. It was hard enough just to acknowledge the truth. To face it would have to wait until they could cope with their initial tragedy.
There was no clear destination for either remaining Uchiha. Itachi could lead Sasuke in one direction, or the other, or another, or a different one entirely. There were so many sides to the coin he needed to flip that it hurt his head. Thirteen and he was dealing with ridiculous shit like this. He gripped his fits tightly and felt the nails bite into his palm. He was so scared and confused. Where was he supposed to go? Which decision was right? He could hardly tell the difference between up and down anymore, how was he supposed to raise Sasuke? How could he not influence him to do the wrong thing? What was the wrong thing not to do?
"I'm sorry," Sasuke said. His voice was a quiver like a dying violin and struck Itachi's heart with its pleading chord.
"What for?"
"For how I treated Kisame. I know it's upsetting you. I'm sorry." He sounded so defeated and pitiful it made Itachi frown.
"That's not what upset me. And you're forgiven. It isn't like you meant any harm."
"Mh."
Sasuke rested his head on the back Itachi's neck and sighed. He was still sad, and not just for upsetting his big brother. It was hard to remember the last time he was happy. Yeah, he smiled and laughed, enjoyed Kisame's jokes, and loved being with his big brother, but there was still that cloud hanging over him. There was still that sadness, so deep it clogged up his bones and choked him awake in the middle of the night. He was so, so sad. Nothing made that sadness go away. Nothing.
Itachi paused his run to set Sasuke on a thick tree branch to face him. He looked Sasuke in the eye, saw the loneliness and betrayal like an unwanted mirror, and threw his arms around him so tightly Sasuke squirmed. They sat there while Itachi knelt and Sasuke rested for quite a time before Itachi pulled back. He turned Sasuke around, sat him in front of him, and started to rub the knots out of his shoulders.
Sasuke moaned happily at the treatment and let his head drop forward. Itachi's hands worked gently on his back, pressed harder on just the right spots, and rolled his knuckles over the really sore and tensed up muscles. Sasuke thought he might fall asleep against Itachi, just sitting there while he unwound like that, but he didn't want such a comfortable thing to end. He enjoyed Itachi's mastered touch that fogged up his mind and slowed his pulse.
"Do you feel better?"
"…I guess."
Itachi kept worrying at Sasuke's spine and then moved to his lower back which made Sasuke wince, but the pain felt good. He lifted his head and looked up at the pretty birds and the blue, blue sky. Itachi's hands were soft and his fingers were long and he knew how to use them in every manner all over Sasuke's sensitive body.
The first few kisses didn't alert Sasuke to anything. Itachi liked kissing Sasuke; oftentimes, they would kiss for long stretches of time before sleep and before getting out of bed. Sometimes, when Sasuke woke up from a particularly bad dream, Itachi could comfort him with kisses and nice touches. Kissing was normal for them. Touching in special places was less normal, reserved for pleasant occasions when they were alone in their bedroom.
It has to be a secret, Itachi said.
Okay, Sasuke smiled.
Sasuke thought twice about what he was doing when Itachi pulled Sasuke closer to the hardness in his pants. He sat Sasuke in his lap, massaging his butt as gently as he had massaged his back. Sasuke leaned backward, resting his neck against Itachi's, when Itachi's hands moved around to knead the insides of his thighs, paying special attention to Sasuke's quiet moans. He teased his little brother by moving closer and closer to his crotch, but then moved back down to his knees.
Sasuke pulled his hand up, leaving the other limp by his side, and softly dragged his fingers across his stomach. He moved his tiny fingers in circles all the way up to his chest to play with his hard nipples. Itachi's hands, his touches, the erection covered by Itachi's thin pants, it was all so tantalizing for Sasuke. He just wanted his brother to unclothe him and to touch his own erect cock. He cried out loudly when Itachi finally brought his hand to caress the soft hardness outlined against his little brother's pants.
"I-ta-chi…please, don't stop…please touch me."
Itachi sighed contentedly at Sasuke's words and slipped his hand inside the thick band of Sasuke's pants. He kindly toyed with Sasuke's dick, massaging it, moving his hand up and down, using both hands to do different things at once. He cupped Sasuke's balls in one hand, carefully taking care of them, while bringing him to his climax with his other hand.
He sucked on Sasuke's neck, licked at his pale, sweaty skin, and sucked on the lobe of his ear. He licked the shell, whispering sweet and dirty words to his little brother; he told him what he felt in his hands, how he felt, what he would do to him when they were alone, and what he knew Sasuke wanted from him. Sasuke was mewling and writhing in Itachi's lap, purposefully moving against the larger erection behind him, begging for him to do everything he was talking about. He turned his head, eyes barely open, and held Itachi's sweet gaze. A knot tightened in Sasuke's gut and a sweet pain roiled in his groin.
They kissed and nipped at each other's lips and then sucked on their tongues. Sasuke played with Itachi's hair and traced every feature of his face, moaning in a high voice, saying all sorts of ridiculous, needy things. He just wanted Itachi to keep loving him and never to stop. He never wanted this moment to end—this beautiful high only Itachi created—to end.
Sasuke's breath hitched and his kisses came faster and messier, his moans louder and more frantic, and Itachi knew he was close. He coaxed his little brother up that exhausting slope that made his heart beat like thunder. Loudly, Sasuke cried out in to the forest, and Itachi was forced to cover the sound with a desperate, bruising kiss. He pulled Sasuke back, bringing him down from the clouds of ecstasy and back into his big brother's arms, where he belonged.
Sasuke panted, breathless and still floating, resting in Itachi's arms. His dry orgasm had left his pants unsoiled, but on the inside he felt like he was ravished by his brother. He loved the way Itachi could make him feel like that, with just a gentle touch, a few strokes of the hand. Itachi gave Sasuke the world without even realizing it. All Sasuke needed to have the world was Itachi.
Slowly, his breathing evened out. Now, he was just lying there to be lying in Itachi's lap. The sun tickled his cheeks, but the trees kept it out of his eyes. The wind rustled the trees, and he could hear little animals in the distance. But all he wanted was to hear Itachi's slow breath, his heart pounding behind the soft pillow of his chest; the weight of his arms crossed over his stomach, the silky strands of hair that brushed against his face, and the point of his chin in his shoulders.
That was Sasuke's world. That was all he needed anymore, and he knew that. He would be okay. The cloud would pass.
Itachi was there to make sure of it.
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