Morning Wind
SasuNaru/ItaDei
Rating: M
AKA: Yaoi
AKA: Guy/Guy
You have been warned.
Summary
A lot can happen in five years…
Right after Sasuke entered college his elder brother Itachi came out of the closet and announced he was dating his now boyfriend Kisame. Sasuke, out of impulse and a strong need to not be like his brother, started dating Sakura, pushing the feelings he had developed for his closest friend, Naruto, aside. Now, a year later, Sasuke finds his feelings for Naruto returning and that even Itachi nor Sakura are good enough reasons to keep them apart.
Meanwhile, Itachi is having problems with his feelings for Kisame as a blond, art-addicted male enters his life. He begins to take on feelings he never knew he was allowed while still continuing his daily life with Kisame. Soon, the stress and lack of self-pleasure become too much and Itachi is taken to his limits, threatening the very happiness he had worked so hard to establish.
A/N A/N
Well I'm actually really excited about this one! Not just because it's yaoi but….okay, perhaps that is a big reason as to why, but it's also cause I'm dedicating this to someone! I've got to dedicate this to my friend DASSLUTGARTEN because A) she is an amazing writer, B) she's always there for me, and C) she got me into all this wonderful world of yaoi stuff! So anyway, this might just not be twisted enough for you Baku but it's still a dedication! So happy yaoi, enjoy the story! :3
Oh, and sorry it's so short but it's only the prelude, so I only put in the way everything pretty much went down. The actual chapters will be a lot longer and with POV from each end, so just stay tuned!
Chapter One: Prelude
It hadn't been easy; hiding everything from everyone, all his secrets, his thoughts--his needs to tell someone drove him crazy. He never truly understood his need to keep it secret and perhaps, he thought, that is why so many did just what he had been doing; putting on a jest until they were ready, comfortable that their friends and family would not stone them to death from the news.
It had taken him five years to come out of the closest, five years of being uncomfortable around his friends, his band mates, the Akatsuki, as they called themselves. But no longer would he suffer from a growing member as they all walked by, trying desperately to hide it as they practiced, talked, told past stories and argued over religion and money. No longer would he have to go through the agony of wanting what he could never have, his guilty pleasure that only brought painful tears to his placid expression. No longer, for the one he had grown to love had expressed his feelings for Itachi first.
It had been a welcomed relief, a pleasure so great that he had had to leave and make the poor man wait without contact for days. The older teen had gone through desperate changes, mental changes before he spoke to the man again, telling him that he felt the same and that he was overwhelmed with elation once he had confessed. He was afraid he would never have done it himself.
And then there was the kiss.
No more words were necessary between the two as the lighter male placed a cold hand on the docile man's face. As their lips touched it took them very little time before their bodies were strewn on the couch, tongues sweeping each other's mouths for every crevice, every drop of saliva that wasn't their own.
Soon the kiss deepened and shirts were thrown about the floor, both of the male's rough hands caressing and exploring each other's muscular bodies. Belts were undone down, pants strewn, boxers torn from their sweating figures in anticipation. Their bodies rapidly meshed, one letting out a cry of pain, the other a moan of pleasure. Both were panting in next to no time and letting out small sounds of delight, the couch stained forever with their sweat and memories.
The next day both men walked to a nearby campus, entering the dorms to see a boy a few years younger. Once they reached the room they rapped on the door a few times before waiting, a thin yet strong pale nineteen-year-old standing before them. Words were exchanged, some shouted, and then doors were slammed. It took only a matter of moments for the conversation to end and for the men to leave.
However, just inside the room the boy was sitting on the ground, head held in his hands, tears streaming between his fingers. His head was filled with confusing debates on feelings and strategies as he continued to sob. A knock could be heard and a voice echoed through, promptly stopping the boy's supply of tears. As he stood he whipped the wet stains away with the sleeve of his long-sleeved blue sweatshirt and opened the door. Suddenly, his mind was cleared at the face before him and he knew what he would do.
"Sakura…will you go out with me?"