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Kiss the Lonely Away	By : DaelynPaolini Category: Naruto AU/AR > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1896 -:- 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
- 1
- 2
Author's Note: This is my first attempt at publishing a story that contains explicit sexual content. It was supposed to be beta'd by the wondertastic TheWammysHouseReject, but her computer's broke, so. Boo~
Please enjoy and review with constructive criticism.
For the Ones Who Don't Care about the Story Itself: I put some line breaks in when the steamy moments start and end.

Kiss the Lonely Away

Doubled over, Sasuke gripped his knees with shaky hands. Air was scarcely breathable, the oxygen sucked away from the swaying pier by the continuous explosion of fire. The trees encircling the beautifully translucent and tortured pond seemed to teeter on the edge of the bank, shedding their vibrant, colorful leaves. In less than a year's time, their new coat would be the frosty winter air. Clenching his fists, Sasuke stood as tall as his tiny nine-year-old frame allowed and glared fiercely at the shallow clearing the cerulean pond offered. Still breathing heavily, and with ash-stained cheeks, he moved into stance again.
Weak…
Sasuke gritted his teeth with unadulterated anger and disappointment.
Unacceptable…
Quickly as he could fire off, he signed the seals required for the Fireball technique.
Inadequate…
He crumpled his right hand in to an "okay" sign, the pathway for his super-heated fireball.
"Not good enough!"
Sasuke loosed the death monger jutsu he'd been perfecting all morning when he felt the itch of his father's words in the back of his mind. He jumped at the gruff reprimand, frightened for the inevitable rejection, humiliation, and expulsion from the Uchiha clan. The raging ball of fire he loosed on the pond evaporated the top few inches of the lake with a roaring hiss and then spun around in a flurry like a beautifully deadly dance in tune with Sasuke's inner turmoil. Stunned by the sudden betrayal of his own jutsu, he had no mind to cover his face or fall to the side into the pond for shelter. He watched the angry yellows, oranges, and reds charge at him from the ponds surface; at first, they swirled around him like an exotic and ethereal tornado. Quickly, the synthetic fire thought to bite the hand that fed it, and swallowed him up.
There was no pain upon initial contact. There were simply the butterfly kisses of red energy tickling his skin. Stumbling backward, it seemed with each step he took the pain increased tenfold until he was screaming at the top of his lungs in absolute agony. Abusing his sprained ankle one too many times, he could no longer tolerate the pain. With arms at first raised to vainly guard his face, they flailed around him as he toppled over the edge of the pier into the lily-dappled pond. The dark turquoise water engulfed Sasuke's flaming body, putting out the fire that assailed him, and wriggled its way into his lungs, as much a traitor as the fire. Bubbles of life fled from his mouth and nose as he sank into the muddy depths of the pond. Overtaken by the water, he closed he eyes and let himself find rest.
First, it was a bunch of flashes Sasuke couldn't make sense of. His mind was so riddled with fear and shredded with exhaustion he had no room to reason out what was happening. There was the occasional strand of raven hair. Then, he was able to just make out a furrowed brow as if it were miles away, yet so close he felt he could touch it if he just tried. He couldn't try. His arms were weighed down at his sides and it was hard enough to simply stare. Next, he saw the panicked onyx gaze. These eyes were so familiar, so often filled with hidden love and latent desire that Sasuke no longer felt fear. He was okay with these fear-ridden eyes, these black eyes that shimmered and wrapped him up in a warm hug and told him everything would be okay—these eyes that could belong to no one else but Sasuke's older brother. He pressed his lips against Sasuke's, breathing life into his little brother.
"Ita-"
Sasuke barely whispered his voice, but it was enough for his older brother to know he would survive to the end of the day. That's also when the explosion of sensory overload nearly knocked the boy unconscious. There was a blazing fire consuming his entire throat, searing his lungs, and burning away his nose until there would only be ashes left of him. Torturous waves of pain raked over every inch of his body; he gagged against the water leftover in his lungs, and he was blinded by the blue brightness of everything around him. The sky had never hurt his eyes so much, nor had the distant image of his house, or the charcoal tresses tied up behind his older brother. Slowly, all of this hurt ebbed away when Itachi picked up his little brother and cradled him in his arms. Sasuke couldn't recall the last time he had felt such relief, such comfort, such a sense of respite.
After this, it was all black. Just an empty void where there was time and it went by in the blink of an eye, or where time didn't exist at all. In Sasuke's condition, it was hard to tell. He only knew that next thing he was laying on an uncomfortable bed, his older brother's voice the sweet backdrop of his present existence. Quickly, he came to realize that Itachi was recounting the events he witnessed leading up to Sasuke's near fatal accident. He glanced over at his brother, the precious image of his perfectly in-control brother, and smiled at him. He sat up, feeling the sore tug of his aching muscles as the only standing evidence that he had nearly died. When the two noticed Sasuke's conscious state, the nurse quickly wrapped up the formality of questioning, and allowed the Uchiha brothers to leave. Happy and content as could be, Sasuke was perched with satisfaction on his older brother's back.
"Sasuke," he began carefully in that I-know-better-than-you tone that really irritated Sasuke.
"Don't even start, Itachi," Sasuke shot off, sticking his nose in the air, "I almost died, so I get a pass." Itachi chuckled at this, which gently shook his little brother behind him.
"I was going to suggest we spend the afternoon eating junk food and watching movies, but if you insist…"
"Ah, what?!" Sasuke kicked his heels inward, narrowly missing Itachi's crotch, and instead bruising the inside of his thighs. Itachi winced and cocked an eyebrow at his brother's ecstatic response. "C'mon, please," he drawled, "we totally should!"
"Ask for stuff right after you hurt your big brother, I see how you are," Itachi mumbled playfully.
"I'm so sorry!" Sasuke piped up, sitting tall on Itachi's back. "But really, can we please do all that cool stuff today, brother?"
Itachi was silent for the greater part of the walk home, which only served to tick Sasuke off even more. The younger Uchiha mouthed off about Itachi's "stupidity" and "meanness." But as soon as Itachi set Sasuke on the sofa in the den of their house and put on a popular animated movie, Sasuke was all compliments, love, and snuggling. Smirking at his little brother's sudden onset of Bipolar Disorder, he shrugged his mini-me off and went into the kitchen to make Sasuke's favorite snack. That entire afternoon, in Itachi's unspoken celebration of the simple existence of Sasuke Uchiha, they pigged out on empty calories and watched mindless children's movies for hours on end. As torturous as it was for the young adolescent, he thought it was worth it if there was no other priority other than to be with Sasuke.
Itachi's thoughts inevitably took him back to the meeting he had just been excused from right before he found Sasuke burned and drowning in the Uchiha Compound's main pond. Unfortunately for Itachi, there was a greater demand than supply of ANBU, so he would be assigned twice as many mission, get only a third of an increase of his present monthly pay, and be granted even less time off. Fourteen years old, yet he diligently suffered through the shinobi life kids his age shouldn't ever have to endure. The only incentive was Sasuke's safety, but that was incentive enough. What more did a person need to keep doing something than to know they would be rewarded with oxygen, water, and relief all at once?
More thankful than he had ever been for such a thing before, Itachi smiled as Sasuke's tiny snort kicked him out of his reverie. He looked down to see his younger brother resting his head on his shoulder, snoring and thoroughly conked out just after dinner had been served. With no desire whatsoever to part with Sasuke at this point, he hitched the limp body on to his back and cleared the coffee table of the mess they had made and set the dirty dishes in the sink. Normally, he would clean them all. Tonight, he had better things to do. Besides, with their parents being countries away from home on a delegation trip to Suna, Itachi didn't really think it mattered if the dishes piled up for one more night. No higher authority was there to tell him to do otherwise. He smiled indignantly to himself.
Itachi placed Sasuke in the nine-year-old's bedroom, and joined the small figure on the king-sized bed. He held his little brother close to his body, indulging in the organic mini-heater, and the softness of the child. He hugged him as tightly as a frightened child would hold their teddy bear in a thunderstorm. Placing his chin on the crown of Sasuke's head, Itachi bit down on his bottom lip, thinking of how he would ruin this beautiful boy's life in a matter of a few months. Before he was able to fall asleep, he unwillingly let a liquid crystal tear slip down his cheek still round with youth, and drop into the shell of Sasuke's ear. The child stirred and nuzzled deeper into Itachi's chest at the disturbance, and then Itachi was just as gone as Sasuke.
Every time someone stared at Itachi, he would feel an annoying prickly sensation raise the hairs all over his body. The feeling made him tense and his first thought was always how to defend himself. But when Itachi was fully roused, his eyes met identical ones that belonged to Sasuke. However, his little brother's gaze was innocent and all-seeing. Unlike how he felt around most children, the way Sasuke seemed to be able to see through to his soul comforted Itachi. There was no need for words between the two. Words were superfluous at best. He upturned the corner of his lips in the best way he knew how to smile, and softly planted a kiss on Sasuke's forehead, who closed his eyes and smiled even wider when Itachi did so. He was tucked away so carefully under Itachi's arm that one couldn't properly decide where the elder began and the junior ended. But just as quickly as Sasuke had beamed up at Itachi, his mood deteriorated with such alacrity that it unnerved Itachi. Before he could ask what was wrong, Sasuke's chin bobbed up and down as he spoke under his breath.
"Momma and daddy don't love me. They only love you." Sasuke finished so quietly that Itachi strained to hear his brother's words properly.
"Sasuke, who gave you that idea?"
"You can't say it's not true. All they talk about is you. All they fight about is you. All they care about is making you a great ninja. I-I feel…like I'm left out. It's like they don't even care about me. I don't matter. Not to anyone." Sasuke finished this small rant with a trembling lip and a pathetic glint in his eyes. All of this broke Itachi's heart, but more so it made him suspicious of his brother's previous actions.
"What were you doing on the pier today?" He asked out of the blue. Stricken with surprise, Sasuke lost a great deal of the sadness in his eyes. The emotion was replaced with a look that seemed to say Itachi had lost his marbles.
"I was practicing my Fireball Jutsu," he said as if it were as obvious as the sky was blue. Which, in his opinion, it kind of was.
"Why?" This question was quieter, and caused Sasuke to duck his head down in embarrassment.
He responded softly, "I thought maybe I could get daddy to love me if I did this one jutsu right." Sasuke started to fiddle with his fingers here, hating the feeling of being under the spotlight.
For a moment, Itachi was silent and thoughtful, mulling over Sasuke's words and feelings, and the best approach to take in this situation. The first thing Itachi could think of to do was to hug Sasuke tighter and hope that got a greater part of the point across. Sasuke looked up in surprise, but otherwise the pain in his eyes was still so evident it stole Itachi's breath. He thought only a monster could hurt such a perfect, innocent creature such as Sasuke. And he wanted to eviscerate that monster, even though he knew it was his parents. And even though he knew he would before spring came. Even though it wouldn't ever be enough, Itachi thought he would begin with the simplest but truest of words.
"I love you more than anyone in the entire world. More than anyone ever did or ever could or ever dream of. You are the most precious gem on this planet, and you should never forget that. Don't you ever forget how necessary you are for my existence, and for the future existence of the Uchiha clan. Your value will only increase. Always. None of this will ever change, under any circumstances." Itachi watched Sasuke with such a steady gaze that Sasuke couldn't help but believe every syllable uttered by his big brother. With wet lashes and tearful eyes, Sasuke picked himself up and tried to kiss Itachi on the lips, but he held him back by pressing a gentle hand to Sasuke's chest. "What are you doing?"
"You love your fiancée, right? And you kiss her. So why can't you kiss me?" Sasuke looked at Itachi with a hurt and expectant gaze.
"The love I share with her is different than the love I share with you." Even though I don't love her at all…
Even at this gentle rejection, tears began to spill down Sasuke's face. He couldn't fathom how Itachi could share his love with his fiancée, but not with his little brother. Hadn't Itachi just said he loved Sasuke more than anything else? That had to include his fiancée, he just knew it. Sasuke's conclusion was that Itachi had either lied about loving him altogether, or didn't love him as much as he claimed. Either way, he lied, and that was the pain that shook Sasuke's shoulders and pushed the streaks of tears down his face. In such an uncomfortable position as this, because Itachi didn't want to hurt Sasuke, or deny him anything, he had no other choice but to comply with his little brother's wishes.
He shushed the tearful child and then began to kiss and wipe away the salty tears. "You have the brightest smile on anyone I've ever seen," Itachi mumbled between butterfly kisses decorating Sasuke's cheeks. "Your hair is soft and shines like it has its own light source. Your laugh is infectious, and there's not enough time in the world to spend with you." He moved to Sasuke's other cheek, rubbing away the tears and held his face in his hands. "You're funny, and intelligent, and the best in your class." Itachi began to work his way along Sasuke's jawline starting from his right ear. "No one has a choice but to like you," Itachi carefully kissed Sasuke on the lips, "because you're the most perfect, amazing person in the world."
Sasuke whimpered in protest when Itachi pulled away from his little brother. Itachi opened his eyes to see that he had pressed Sasuke's back into the mattress, and that he was lying on top of his little brother, propped up on his elbows as he held his face and kissed him delirious. Sasuke looked up at him with half-lidded, hazy eyes pleading for more, and a flushed face. Gut burning in humiliation for what he just did and making Sasuke feel that way, Itachi untangled himself from his brother and sat up on the edge of the bed, burying his scowling face in his hands. Saddened by his brother's actions, Sasuke slipped underneath Itachi's arm and sat in his lap to be cradled once again.
"I like being here," Sasuke whispered. "And I like it when you kiss me." Sasuke lifted himself up, feeling something firm beneath him in Itachi's pants press against his thigh. He ignored this seemingly insignificant thing, and focused on repeating Itachi's ministrations. Sasuke held Itachi's hands in his own, removing them from his brother's solemn face, and began to kiss them, then slowly he moved to kiss Itachi's cheeks.
"When I woke up after you saved me from drowning-" his sentence was broken by a short kiss on the edge of Itachi's mouth- "I felt so comfortable and safe in your lap." He moved to kiss Itachi's other cheek, and complimented him just as Itachi had done moments before. A breath before he placed his plush lips against Itachi's pale ones, he said, "I want you to be mine and no one else's." Sasuke pulled back to witness the effect he had on his older brother. Itachi moaned sadly at the absence of Sasuke's lips from his own. "Especially that stupid fiancée you have," Sasuke quickly threw that out there for good measure. He pouted after saying this, causing Itachi to chuckle, but just as suddenly, Itachi was serious once more.
He sat there on the edge of the bed for several moments and watched Sasuke with a serious expression. Just as Sasuke began to feel antsy with Itachi's silence, his big brother easily covered his ribcage with his hands and lifted him from his lap. Itachi lay down on the mattress and placed Sasuke on top of him, then said firmly, "I belong to you."
Sasuke's broad smile seemed to shine in the dark of the room. He curled up on Itachi's chest, who wrapped his arms even tighter around the little body on top of him. The two lay together like this for a very long time, comforted by the matched breathing and soothing heartbeat of the other. They held hands and tangled themselves together in the cool sheets of Sasuke's bedroom, relieved to belong to each other, and to have no other obligation at that moment than what they felt for the other. Itachi lightly brushed his fingertips along Sasuke's spine, humming contentedly under his breath for the longest time he couldn't count. And just when he thought Sasuke was asleep, and when he himself was about to pass away into unconscious oblivion, he heard a small voice near his heart speak up.
"Does this mean we can make each other feel good now?"
Itachi was stunned wordless by this question. Did Sasuke mean what Itachi thought he meant? With an audibly racing heart and sweating palms, Itachi asked exactly what Sasuke meant by that.
"I mean can we touch each other down 'there' so we feel good? Don't boyfriends and girlfriends do that for each other?" The way Sasuke spoke so innocently, yet so knowledgably about the subject of sex hardened Itachi right then and there. Not only that, but when Sasuke said that, he actually sealed his fate for that night. With as far as they had already gone and expressed themselves, how wrong was it to solidify the bond between them? Carefully, Itachi sat up and moved Sasuke's small body to straddle his waist.

"Lift up your arms," he said as he tugged Sasuke's shirt off.
Itachi pressed Sasuke flush against his torso; Sasuke responded by squeezing his legs around Itachi's waist and tipping his head back to give his older brother easier access to his already exposed flesh. Kissing Sasuke's soft neck and nipping at his pulse, Itachi knew that eventually there would be no turning back once one thing led to another. He still had the opportunity to stop this, to end this immoral madness, but he didn't have the willpower. He didn't have the desire to. He felt an attraction to his little brother most people never fleetingly thought to consider. There was no denying that, or even ever coming back from that. He belonged to his brother for better or worse, from now until the end.
Sasuke started to pant and let out soft moans when Itachi rolled his pert nipples between his fingers. His breathing picked up to shallow huffs as Itachi sucked on his neck, licking and kissing the love marks he left behind. He kissed his brother's collar bone and ran his hands along Sasuke's arced back. The child was so sensitive, so desperate, and so willing; Itachi couldn't fathom how he didn't devour Sasuke right then and there.
Itachi's mouth danced along Sasuke's smooth stomach until he reached the hem of his white shorts. He picked Sasuke up and laid his body on the bed, then tugged at the zipper with his teeth, still playing with Sasuke's hard nubs to keep up the chorus of moans above him. He slipped a hand away for a moment to unbutton his shorts, Sasuke lifting his ass up in the sexiest arc Itachi had ever seen to help him pull off the inhibiting pants and underwear, and then continued to work at his chest with his hands while his mouth was busy elsewhere. He kissed the soft insides of Sasuke's thighs, slowly moving up to kiss the head of his little brother's flaccid cock. Sasuke bucked his hips into the air when Itachi did this, and he gripped the sheets tightly when he felt Itachi's warm hand encase his small dick in his hands and stroke Sasuke so deliberately that his baby brother was a mess of moans and cries and pleas for more above him. He writhed in the middle of the large mattress, bucking his hips into the small cave of Itachi's hand, crying out Itachi's name and asking him to never stop. Itachi dipped his head down, licking the full length of his little brother's hardening cock, stopping to tantalize the head.
Ignoring his own hardness, Itachi tended to Sasuke's needs, ghosting the inside of his legs with the tips of his thin fingers. He held Sasuke's thigh, gently grasping it in his hand, then moved to massage Sasuke's ass, helping him find a rhythm to move his lurching hips to. Sasuke threw his hands out, reaching for Itachi's arms, and gripped them as tightly as he could once he found them. He threw his head back onto the silk-coated pillows behind him, crying out into the air, trembling all over and going limp as he hit his dry orgasm. As he lay there on his bed, panting and sweating, still awash in euphoria, Itachi slowly kissed his way up Sasuke's chest until he came to his nipples where he sucked at the still hard dark skin. He straddled Sasuke's small frame, his knees on either side of Sasuke's stomach, and his erection pressed into his little brother's stomach.
When he couldn't help it anymore, Itachi rolled over on his back and furiously yanked off his pants, gripping his hard cock with both hands, working himself expertly. He pleasured himself with thoughts of Sasuke's soft mewling, rocking hips, and small hands desperately searching for Itachi pinballing inside his head. His little brother's angelic face drenched with sweat and contorted with a pleasure he had never known blacked out every other thought Itachi might have. Just then, it was Sasuke and Itachi, loving each other with no boundaries. Several moments before Itachi's climax, Sasuke picked himself up from his place on the bed and crawled in front of his brother to watch him for a moment before speaking.
"Can I help you?" Itachi thought Sasuke's request was so sinfully cute it should send both of them to hell. And as hot and sincere as Sasuke sounded, Itachi found it hard not to cum on the spot. He held himself together just to let Sasuke do this, and just so he could feel Sasuke. Itachi directed his erection into Sasuke's willing mouth that engulfed as much of Itachi's cock as he could.
"Suck on it, lick it, anything," Itachi panted, tearing at the headboard behind him so he wouldn't mouth-fuck his baby brother's head off.
Sasuke handled the unexpected scenario with a collective knowledge that turned Itachi on. He cried Sasuke's name louder than he ever had before. With some intuitive knowledge and by Itachi's vague commands, Sasuke swirled his tongue around Itachi's thick and hard cock, sucking down the precum, bobbing his head up and down with the breathless instruction from the mess of moaning and panting towering above him. When Sasuke discovered a maneuver around the head of his cock Itachi seemed to enjoy more than anything, Sasuke repeated it again with more finesse. Blinded and mindless because of the pleasure his little brother's touches gave him, Itachi grabbed a handful of blue-raven hair and tugged roughly at it, fighting the urge to shove his dick deep in Sasuke's throat. When one thrust forced him too deep, Sasuke gagged and pulled away to catch his breath, leaving a shimmering trail of saliva still connecting the two. At another thrust of Itachi's eager hips and upon hearing him beg for Sasuke to come back and take him whole, Sasuke swallowed up his brother's cock and worked around the head of his erection. Itachi threw his head back and wildly bucked his hips into Sasuke's scrunched face.
"Oh, God, Sasuke!" Itachi's moans rang off the walls of Sasuke's large room, and were followed by incoherent pleas and more moans.
When Itachi came, Sasuke squeaked in surprise and jumped away from his brother, spilling his seed all over himself, the sheets, and his brother. It was several seconds before the cum finally stopped seeping from Itachi's cock, which relieved Sasuke's fear somewhat (would it have hurt him?). He moved to lie beside his equally naked brother. They laid together, hugging each other and basking in the ecstasy they were sharing. It was a kind of blissful moment neither had ever felt before.

"Brother, what came out of you just now?" Sasuke's voice was quiet and still breathless from his own orgasm. Tiny sweat beads dotted his hairline, which Itachi couldn't help but also find attractive. Fuck it, just everything about this boy is attractive and perfect.
"It's what happens when a male reaches his orgasm." Itachi was even more breathless than Sasuke. He couldn't hold his eyes open for very long. He felt so content to just lie there with his little brother and bathe in joy.
"What's an orgasm? And why didn't I do that?"
"You aren't old enough. Remember that moment where you felt the best, kind of like when you reach the height of a jump and start to fall down? That rush where everything in you feels good and right." Sasuke nodded at Itachi's words and nuzzled into his brother's muscular arm, adoring the feel of the heated skin.
"…It's all sticky and gross." Sasuke played with a string of Itachi's semen between his thumb and index finger. Sitting up quickly, Itachi grabbed Sasuke's hand and pulled him out of the bed.
"How about we wash up with a shower," his airy words were more statement than question.
Itachi picked Sasuke up and carried him to the shower where he turned the hot water on and let the spray loosen his muscles. He wasn't sure exactly how he should have felt about what had just transpired between him and his little brother. And, looking down at Sasuke who was scrubbing at the "icky stuff" on his arm, Itachi couldn't help but feel happy about it. He felt like he had been honest with himself for the first time in ages.
"Say, brother?" Sasuke said.
"Yeah?" Itachi was absentmindedly speaking as he thoroughly scrubbed the shampoo into his scalp.
"Can we do that again right now? So I can practice?"
And there was that sinful adorableness back to entrance him more strongly than any genjutsu would ever have. Itachi was facing him, and found Sasuke's pleading expression so enticing and mind-blowingly cute.
"There's time enough for that in the future. Just focus on cleaning up for now."
And then, there was that obvious look of shock and adoration on Sasuke's face, who was openly staring at his older brother's nakedness. His taut skin stretched over wiry muscles, and his length hanging out for Sasuke and the world to see. This, Sasuke was stuck on the most.
"You're so beautiful!" Sasuke exclaimed. Itachi chuckled.
"Imagine how I feel about you," he said as he turned around to rinse the shampoo from his hair, giving Sasuke another beautiful view that he devoted to memory. I like his ass, Sasuke thought resolutely.

Sasuke perked up suddenly, taking a cautious step forward. Wrapping his arms around Itachi's waist, Sasuke's little fingers trailed down Itachi's abdomen and found the clean-shaven thatch of hair, and then his hands encased themselves around the hardening prize he sought and coveted. Sasuke worked Itachi deliberately, who had stopped all movements at his little brother's sudden touch, going on the memory of how Itachi had treated himself earlier.
"Sasuke, what are you doing? I told you no," Itachi weakly protested, his voice faultering when Sasuke worked attentively at his head.
"I read about this in a book once," Sasuke replied, "It's supposed to be fun, or something."
"What!"
Has he been planning this? What's he been thinking?!
As if he had read his big brother's thoughts, Sasuke said, "I wouldn't be Itachi Uchiha's little brother if I wasn't a little devious." Itachi could practically feel Sasuke smirking into his back.
Before long, the rush of water from the shower head and Sasuke's perfect ministrations started to get to him. Precum spilled out of his cock to coat Sasuke's hands, giving him room to move faster with better ease. Itachi cried out, slumping against the plastic wall of the shower.
"No, no, no," Sasuke whispered, his breath tickling Itachi's spine, "stand up."
Itachi glanced over his shoulder with hazy eyes widened in panic. Was he really being controlled by his little brother just then? Not that he minded, but still… At Itachi's hesitation, Sasuke slowed down his hands to a teasing speed that urged Itachi to obey. Standing up tall, Itachi clawed at the wall and balled his fist up tightly. He was quickly losing control, his hips bucking up into the cup of Sasuke's small hands, his body thrashing and his breath ragged.
Sasuke barely sped up, pumping him easily and worrying sensitive places on his big brother's leaking cock. Itachi let out a long, whiny gasp and asked for Sasuke to move faster.
"You can't tell me what to do. I have all the power in my hands." Sasuke laughed at his own words and slowed his pace to a crawl. With intentions to tease his brother, he pressed his own smaller hardness against the back of Itachi's thigh, moving against him. He had hoped this would turn his big brother on even more; Sasuke was met with a response he couldn't have dreamed of.
Itachi mewled loudly, reaching down to pump himself with urgency, but moving so he could feel Sasuke's dick against himself. Smiling shyly, Sasuke shoved Itachi's hands away, leaving his pulsing cock entirely unattended.
"You're not allowed to do anything. You have to let-"
"I'm sorry, Sasuke, but your game is over. I've gotta have this."
Itachi turned around picked Sasuke up, who wrapped his legs around his brother's waist. Itachi put his back against the shower wall, but when Itachi started grinding their cocks together, only his shoulders pushed against the wall.
Sasuke cried out in a small voice, his eyes closed and his head thrown back. Itachi held his eyes open, wanting to watch Sasuke while he fucked him into a needy little mess. Panting and mumbling incoherently, Sasuke threw up one hand against the wall to give him leverage to move against Itachi in a musical rhythm. They worked against each other in such harmony that nothing but their pulsing erections lathered with Itachi's precum, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing off the bathroom walls, and the heavy mess of breathing was all that mattered.
"I-ta-" the pleasure overwhelmed little Sasuke, keeping him from saying anything with intelligence-"Please, don't stop. God, brother, more, please, more, more!"
A primal desire struck Sasuke, and he couldn't stop himself from reaching down between them to hold both their cocks, pumping them as quickly as he could. Itachi brought his hand down and placed it over his little brother's bringing him back to a rhythm. Their hands pumped together, messy with Itachi's leaking cock, and their faces so close the heat of their breaths reddened their faces, and they kissed messily, dazed from the pleasure.
"Oh, Sasuke, anh—anh!"
Slowly, Itachi guided Sasuke to his dry orgasm, but Itachi spilled his seed all over them, and he didn't give a damn where it landed. He wanted to share this with Sasuke, his pleasure, his body, his soul. The smooth wave that overtook Itachi reduced him to a pile of jerking moans. Sasuke was even more star struck by his dry orgasm. His nails dug into Itachi's shoulders, and he grinded even harder into his big brother's limp cock, begging for it to never end.
Smoothly, the two boys were lowered onto the tub by the elder, who cradled his breathless little brother in his arms as he caught his own breath. They were exhausted and covered in Itachi's seed, but their blood seemed to flow even faster and their hearts seemed to beat at such a pace exactly timed to the other. Itachi smoothed down Sasuke's messy, soaking hair and kissed him on the crown of his head. Maybe he wouldn't be so alone after all, after he…
After he…
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