Kill Me Softly, Kiss Me Quickly, a naruto fanfic

Title: Kill Me Softly, Kiss Me Quickly
Author: desolate butterfly
Genre: ficlet, angst
Pairings: ItaSasu, SasuSaku, SasuKin, NaruSasu
Rating: PG -13 for non-graphic allusions to sex, dark themes
Summary: Four kisses that Uchiha Sasuke initiated, and one that he didn't.

All of Sasuke's first kisses belong to Itachi. Sloppy, wet baby kisses full of laughter and clumsy affection. Sasuke doesn't remember these kisses, or the feel of his mother lifting him to press at Itachi's face, pad chubby fingers across his cheeks and lips and poke them curiously into his mouth.

Sasuke doesn't remember the soft pride in his mother's voice as she pronounced his name; or the look on Itachi's face as he examined the strength of Sasuke's grip around his fingers.

He doesn't remember pressing open mouthed kisses to Itachi's nose at his mother's prompting, or the way Itachi wiped the gummy saliva from his face and solemnly poked a finger at Sasuke's forhead, making him frown.

Itachi is the one who remembers.

Sasuke's second kiss, the one that wasn't an accident involving Naruto and a poorly placed elbow, is given to Sakura. It isn't a fair kiss, because Sakura is unconscious for it—crumpled in his arms from a well placed hit to the back of the neck—and his lips only brush against her cheek as he lowers her to the park bench and curls her arms in so they don't dangly uncomfortably off the side.

It's a kiss like an apology, but not much of one, because Sasuke really can't feel that sorry for leaving her behind. Not when he's going to someplace like Sound.

Sakura's skin is very soft and warm under his lips. He thinks she smells predictably like the flowers she's named for.

Sasuke's third kiss is wasted on a kunoichi of Sound—a whore who looks nothing like Sakura, with long black hair and wide violet eyes, and many scars etched into her skin. Sasuke presses his mouth down on hers with a single-minded brutality he no longer shows in his sparring matches, and watches her writhe underneath him with something like disgust in his eyes.

He knows she's only fucking him to gain favour with Orochimaru. He also knows that Orochimaru doesn't give a damn about who Sasuke's fucks, as long as he stays in Sound like a good little lapdog and listens to orders.

When he finishes, Sasuke leaves her lying on the grass. He doesn't see her again in Sound, and doesn't particularly care either.

Sasuke thinks his last kisses will also belong to Itachi. Or, at least, that's what he tells himself as kusanagi whispers against Itachi's skin, slicing thin ribbons into the flesh of his brother's arms and legs, biting into his side, just between the ribs.

Kisses of a blade at the back of Itachi's neck and his head tumbles forward in silence, a smile on his face and Sasuke wants to scream because he still doesn't know why and now he'll never know.

Itachi's hair is in Sasuke's eyes, his blood against Sasuke's lips staining them red, and Sasuke sits, trying to keep Itachi's head from slipping further down onto his chest in that unnatural way. Kusanagi lies forgotten in the mud a few steps away.

When it starts to rain, Sasuke slumps to the ground with the body of his brother and stares up at the sky, mouth open, wondering if it would be possible to drown this way.

And then Naruto's there, breathing in to him with gasping, angry breaths, hands pressing on Sasuke's chest until he coughs and curls on his side, spilling rainwater from his mouth until he's empty again.

Naruto's yelling something at him but it's hard to pay attention over the pounding of the rain and Sasuke finds that he really doesn't care about what Naruto's saying anyway because if he stays really still and closes his eyes, maybe Naruto's lips will cling to his again and warm their bloodless ridges and—

He does.

fin.