Itachi first figured out that something had changed in his absence when Shisui had declined his demand disguised as an invitation to train together by the river. Shisui had never said no to Itachi before, but the boy pleaded work and concrete plans, saying it wouldn't be helped. Something in his eyes told his his cousin wasn't telling the truth, or at least the complete truth. He had fixed the older boy with a disapproving glare before asking him what was so damn important, Shisui only replying with a sheepish look and a heavy blush. Itachi had sighed heavily before dropping it.
Now he was perched on the rooftop of the building across from Shisui's apartment, watching him intently to figure out what exactly was more important than him. It made his eyes narrow menacingly when he saw his little brother walk up, a skip in his step, and push the little buzzer by the door before looking around idly, not bothering to shift his gaze upwards. If he had he would have seen one of the scariest things in the world: The upset face of Uchiha Itachi. Usually the older nin had no reason to level this gaze at his brother as the boy pretty much did as he was told when it came to Itachi, trying his hardest to please his aniki whenever he could.
Itachi waited until he saw Shisui come out the door and collect the smaller Uchiha, ushering him back inside with a smile so big it almost split his face, a smile Itachi had never put on his face. He scowled, silently taking flight, masking his chakra as he snuck around to the building on the other side, where Shisui's apartment was.
X
Sasuke sat on the stool by the counter kicking his legs idly in the air and sipping the glass Shisui had put in front of him with a smile on his face, giggling a little as the carbonation from the soda tickled his nose when he took a sip. Shisui watched him from the sink, finishing washing the dishes in the sink, setting each one in the drying rack with a small smile on his face. He turned around to lean against the counter once he'd finished, drying his hands on the towel that had hung from his belt before tossing it on the counter with a satisfied sigh. Sasuke looked up at him and blushed a little, and the older boy couldn't help but lean in and drop a quick kiss on the boy's forehead.
"Well Sasuke, now that that's all done with..." The smaller boy drained the cup he'd been drinking from before hopping down to put it in the sink. Shisui couldn't help but follow him over, wrapping long arms around Sasuke's shoulders and tucking the smaller Uchiha's head under his chin with a sigh.
He stepped back then, and hoisted the boy up to sit on the edge of the counter in one fluid move, causing a little yelp of surprise to escape him. Shisui almost giggled at the noise, and leaned in to kiss the younger boy again, only this time it was on those pouty little lips. He sighed into the kiss, the boy tasting like soda and candy, warm and wet against his tongue. Both sets of eyes fell closed, and the small pale hands fisted in the front of Shisui's shirt while his own tangled in black hair, one stroking the nape of Sasuke's neck in slow lazy circles.
It was Sasuke who first unwrapped his fingers, shakily disentangling them from the now twisted fabric of Shisui's shirt, falling to the hem. He worried it through pale little fingers before slipping underneath, peeling it upwards, away from pale skin. Shisui gasped slightly, the small hands cool on his warm skin. It always excited him with Sasuke, when he was like this. The boy was eager, he knew what he wanted and he went after it, all the while that little innocent little smile on his face.
That was all he could think and suddenly his brain ceased to function, because those little hands were on his hips, pulling him closer, and he was hard, pressed against the boy between splayed legs. He needed to feel smooth skin under fingers then, but his coordination was half lost in the flow of sensation. His hands were heavy as they fumbled with the boy's shirt, loose around his body until he could lift it up, over, breaking their contact for the brief second it took to whisk the garment off, pausing to let those little fingers drag the material of the ANBU uniform over his own head before he settles back against the now bare chest, warm skin against warm skin. The contact was satisfying, it was what he had craved, even now as the burning need in his chest slipped lower, burned hotter.
Itachi's eyes narrowed once more, and his fingers twitched, gripping the gutter on the edge of the roof on which he sat hard enough to crack the metal beneath his hand. There was a swirling sort of pain in his chest, seeing his brother and cousin together, seeing his two lovers together. He dragged his anger down to cover that gnawing emptiness, like a bandage over a wound, that prevents it from healing, only covers it over so it remains underneath the skin, hot and solid and festering.
Shisui gasped, strangled, through his mouth, letting go a small noise at the feeling of those small hands on bare skin. They were both naked now, bared to each other, and he couldn't get enough of that feeling, the sensation of Sasuke close and hot and hard, pressing against him. The older Uchiha grasped behind the boy until his fingers wrapped around the small bottle of oil left out on the counter, spilling too much, covering his hand, dripping down to slide against the boy's thighs, smeared onto his own skin as they slid against each other. He pushed the smaller form backwards a little, reaching down with that slicked hand to fondle him lightly, drinking down that little cry with his own lips, muffled against Sasuke's now gaping mouth.
He pressed one finger inside, the boy tensing at the sudden pressure, relaxing once he stilled, allowing him to get used to the feeling again before he moved it, slick sliding, easing another digit in to join it, stretching and preparing him. He didn't register Sasuke's hand trailing across their thighs until the then wet fingers wrapped around him, coating him, and causing him to still then, his brain scattering until all he was left with was the pleasure that filled his head now, and the pleasure yet to come.
Itachi pressed his eyes closed, he felt tears clawing at the back of his eyes but he didn't let them fall, holding them back with sheer force of will because he was an Uchiha dammit, and Uchiha did not have such emotions, they did not show such weaknesses. Thats right, an Uchiha, the Uchiha prodigy, the pride of his line. He rose then, breaking the spell the scene playing out before him had cast, looking away from the slide of skin on skin and the depth of that betrayal. He pulled the hot fire of anger up into that hollow space in his chest, fanned those flames with each halting breath until they came evenly once more, until he had slowed his heart.
He opened his eyes then, taking one last glance at the two figures below, faces twisted in some pleasure almost to the point of pain. He pushed his mask back in place, his features going placid once more, pushing the emotion in his eyes down to a pinprick, a single point of light. He turned away then, standing and making his way across rooftops, back to the Uchiha district and his own house, his own room. He would go home then, he thought, he would go home and await the return of his brother in silence, and when he did return, he would show the boy who he belonged to, show him who it was that held his heart in their palm. The thought was almost enough to make him smile.
Almost.
The two boys stood in the dark kitchen, gasping and stilling against each other, skin damp and hearts racing. Pale arms wrapped around pale arms, soft skin against soft skin, dark hair sticking to flesh mirroring their own. Sasuke let his eyes slide shut, snuggling closer in to the frame above him, laying his head on the older boy's chest, listening to his heart race like some caged beast, small and hot and fast, almost wild. He savored theses moments with Shisui, something Itachi never gave him anymore. He couldn't help but smile into the soft flesh of the boy's neck, suckling softly the skin there.
Shisui gasped low and rasping at the light contact, pulling the boy closer. He was tired now, drained from the intensity of experience Sasuke always brought. He yawned.
"I'm tired. You're welcome to stay here for the night Sasuke..." he offers, his tone tentatively. They had slept together before, but now that Itachi was back the prospect seemed a little more dangerous. He couldn't deny he liked the feeling, and his heart sunk a little when the boy shook his head slightly.
"No, I should get home, Aniki will be worried if I don't come back. No one else really notices when I'm gone for the night, but he would. Maybe some other night, but not tonight." Shisui sighed, holding the boy close now, memorizing the warmth of the boy's skin as it pressed against his own, trying to document every plane, map every curve, to call up when he lay by himself later, in the cool darkness of his empty room.
X
"Sauke" Itachi's voice stratled him, making him wince. The younger Uchiha had been trying to sneak in stealthily, hoping his brother wouldn't notice, so that he could at least get a shower and change clothes before he faced the older boy. He had been caught though, and the cold tone in his aniki's voice made his stomach sink a little. He turned to face his brother, skin still damp with Shisui's sweat, and tried an innocent smile.
"Aniki, you're home!" He tried to sound surprised, but just ended up shifting guiltily in the doorway, frozen the the spot. Itachi didn't smile, his face remained a passive mask. His eyes made Sasuke's breath catch in his throat though, they were burning. He swallowed hard.
"Come here, Sasuke." The command was firm and undeniable, and the boy found himself complying before he could even think. He made a small noise of surprise when Itachi's fingers grabbed his arm, curving into the soft flesh there hard enough to leave bruises. He could feel tears bubbling up in his eyes. "You little fucking whore, you smell like him still. Not even enough decency to wash him off your skin before coming home." The fingers pressed harder into his skin, and he was crying now, a small mewl of dread escaping his lips, closing his eyes tight against the steel in his brother's voice, and the horror in his eyes.
There were lips on his face then, hot and wet, his head was snapped back and the little marks along his neck were bitten harshly, each one in turn, making them deeper, harder, covering them over. Sasuke gasped, and twisted a little in his brother's grasp.
"Aniki, wait! What about tou-san and kaa-san? They'll hear us..." Itachi's glare cut his words short.
"They're not here right now, they won't be home all weekend. They went on a little outing." Sasuke couldn't help but relax a little at that news, even if it meant he was here alone with his brother in this state. The grip on his arms loosened a little before tightening again, pulling him deeper into the house.
"Wait, Aniki! Where are we going?" Sasuke managed to get out, trying not to trip and fall as he was towed along behind Itachi, whose stride was a good bit longer than his own.
"You need a shower, slut-chan. I need to get you clean again." There was that latent fire in his voice now, like a great sleeping beast beneath the surface, and Sasuke shut his mouth. He knew not to argue with that voice, nobody argued with that voice and lived to tell the tail. He swallowed heavily as the door to the bathroom was slammed open and his brother ripped at his clothing. His shirt tore down the front, but he managed to slide the shorts down his hips before his brother got to them. He still almost fell to the floor when Itachi grabbed them, hurling them in a pile in the corner.
The water slammed on before he could recover, too hot on his skin and he mewled at the contact. He was crying again, he knew, and he brought his hands up to hide his face. He couldn't do that, not in front of Itachi, he had to be strong, he had to be good. He took a breath, trying to slow his racing body down, stop his crying.
He felt Itachi slipping in behind him then, now bare skin slick against his own, bring back memories of another form, gentler, sliding against him softly and moaning. He bit his tongue against the rising tide, he couldn't think of that, not now. Aniki was here, aniki was supposed to be his whole world in these moments. He felt the harsh rub of the soapy cloth on his back, and he leant into it. He focused on the contact, reaching out to the boy behind him, sliding a soap slick hand along side the cloth now. Sasuke had to get clean, thats what Itachi wanted, so that was what he wanted too.
He grabbed for the bar of soap with one hand, wrapping soft fingers around it and bringing it to his own skin, lathering it up and running the hands through his hair, leaning back to rinse the sweat and tears out of it even as Itachi's cloth had reached the cum dried onto his thighs. He bit his tongue against the cry that threatened to surface at the rough cloth suddenly pressing harder into his skin, he could have sworn he was bleeding, skin rubbed raw by now.
He spun in Itachi's arms, the urge to break down again barely avoided by grabbing onto the rock that was his brother's body, strong, unchanging, faithful to the memory of it's touch, stored in the back of his head, where he tried to push it when his Aniki wasn't there with him. Itachi's arms were around him then, lighter, more tender as he rocked the boy in his arms slowly back and forth.
Sasuke reached his arms up, catching his brother around the neck, pulling himself up to feel those lips on his. That had been the first mouth that had ever pressed against his own, and he felt a pulsing clawing pain in his chest that said it should have been the only mouth. Itachi was sweet against him, like he always was, even if he was all sharp teeth and pressure then, so hot he might explode.
Sasuke pulled back a little, lowering his head to bury his face in Itachi's shoulder, crying again, whimpering two words over and over, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, GODS I'm sorry, and he was. He let Itachi move him till his back hit cold tile, hoisting him up to wrap pale legs around his Aniki's waist, lips fumbling for his again, eyes still clouded with tears.
There were fingers inside him then, quick and prodding, slick with soap but still rough enough to make him wince. He pushed back onto them anyways, he needed that pain, like an absolution. He moaned when they left, but knew what was coming in there place as the head of Itachi's cock grazed across the soft cheeks of his ass, trying not to tense when the older boy pushed into him in one, rough, fluid movement.
He remembered then, full as he was, head lolling back at the burn. He remembered why he was here, why Itachi was the edges of his world, nothing extending behind or beyond the boy pressed against him now. Nothing else mattered really, nothing else needed to exist outside of this room, outside of this moment in time. They slid against each other as the edges of the tile pressed into Sasuke's back, his brother's arms tight around him, the burn as the older boy thrust fast and hard warming to a pleasurable static that spread through his body, his limbs tingling with the energy Itachi raised within him.
He heard noises, needy cries, and it took him a moment to realize that they were falling from his own mouth, shaping again and again into his brother's name, his mouth keeping the shape of Itachi, so each breath that was forced out of his lungs with each rough thrust carried that name into the pale skin in front of him, the skin that was all he could see even when he closed his eyes.
Then there was hot liquid inside of him and Itachi bit into his shoulder, stifling his own cry, and Sasuke dissolved into a thousand points of life, one pure epiphany. This really was all he needed. He clutched desperately, trying to keep his brother close. The water flowed over them, Itachi letting him down slowly, cleaning him off again until he was clean again.
The steady stream cut off then, and Itachi left for a second, returning with a soft towel, drying him gently all over, then raising him again, holding him close, his tired arms wrapping around his Aniki's neck again, his face nesting perfectly into the pale neck in front of him, the older boy's strong arms holding him up, carrying him.
Sasuke was half asleep by the time they hit the soft futon, but he still clung to Itachi's side, mewling when the boy pulled away, clawing to keep that warmth beside him. He heard the tired chuckle echoing through the chest he was pressed against.
"Sssssshhhhh, Sasuke, I'll be right back, I promise." The whisper calmed him, he stilled again, that large warm hand rubbing soothing circles on his back until he was asleep again, dreaming of the warmth no longer beside him.
X
The night air was cold around him, rooftops wet with dew as silent footsteps raced across them. Itachi was fast, he was back at that building in mere heartbeats, or at least it felt that way. He rapped on the window harshly, lighting on the sill outside, watchign the form on the other side of the window roll into consciousness. Shisui's eyes widened when he saw who it was, and it looked like he was contemplating running in the other direction for a moment but Itachi's cold glare convinced him that wasn't the smartest thing. He swallowed visibly before undoing the latch at letting the window swing open, Itachi lighting on the floor as soft as a fairy.
"Uh, Hey 'Tachi. Wh-whats up?" The smile that flitted to life on the other boy's face was positively feral, and Shisui's whole body went cold. He knew what was coming, backing slowly away.
"Shisui, dearest cousin, I think we need to have a little chat. It seems you have forgotten who's in charge here, hm?" Shisui sputtered a little, starting to explain but he was cut off with a quick barking laugh and Itachi's hands in his hair all of a sudden, fisting it so tight there were tears in his eyes.
"There are rules, Shisui. Don't touch what isn't yours. You broke that rule, and I'm not sure what to do with you now." The older Uchiha blinked back his tears, anger rising in his chest. He grabbed the other boy's wrist, fighting to disentangle him. To his great surprise, Itachi let go, and he went flying backwards a couple unsteady steps before catching himself, glaring up at him fiercely.
"Sasuke isn't a possession, 'Tachi, he's a person, a living breathing person, with feelings. You can't treat him like that." He clenched his teeth, wiping his chin with the back of one hand before he continued. "And to top it off, he's just a kid. Gods, he's just a little kid for FUCKS SAKE!! How early did you start on him, Itachi?" the last part sneered out, spit like the insult it was. Then Shisui was reeling backwards, the fist to his face came too quickly to even register. He'd barely hit the ground when there were inhuman;y strong hands lifting him by his collar, cutting of his breath, fabric biting harshly into the back of his neck.
"Thats real rich coming from you, considering how you were panting, balls deep in him earlier, and I take it that wasn't the first time either." There was fire in his words, molten white and Shisui's sense returned to him, his brain shutting down in pure fear. Itachi's eyes were narrowed to slits, like sun through a magnifying glass, and he could feel the little lines etched in his skin.
Those strong fingers were on his bare neck now, squeezing, and all he could do was fumble at them, weakly, the lack of oxygen to his brain making his vision clouded, his limbs heavy and awkward until he slumped in Itachi's grasp. The olther boy still didn't let go, not for awhile. A/N: THATS IT! Good? Bad? Ugly? read and review and let me know. there might be an epilouge in the future, im working on 10 different fics right now so that might not be for awhile >.<