Salted Dessert

"Revenge--" he grunts, thrusting deep and hard, illiciting a wanton moan from the man beneath him, "--is sweet--" he slams again, savoring the hot, satisfying friction as his brother arches and clenches around him, "--Itachi."

The elation he feels is beyond what Sasuke could have ever imagined--this is heaven--Itachi is pinned beneath him, immobilized by the debilitating chidori, hair pooled in a silken, sweaty mess about his face, stray strands sticking to the perfect contours of his face. Dried blood cakes his skin as yet more thick, red liquid spills from the open wound on his chest, matching and accentuating the dark red of those dead eyes. Dead eyes that fill Sasuke with unimaginable life as they gaze unfalteringly into his, arousing him all the more as he fucks his brother into the folds of the torn red and black cloak.

Itachi moans again, deep and throaty and so damn sexy, that Sasuke is caught between utter knee-weakening arousal and something like embarassment and hatred--Itachi is mocking him--Foolish Otoutou, so this is your desire all along.

And Sasuke screams, claws at Itachi's bloodstained wrists, even as he throws his head back and releases into Itachi's tight heat. Sasuke screams in anger and sorrow and despair-- because this is as close as he will ever be to feeling love.

Because an Avenger cannot love, he cannot love, cannot love because he hates, oh why, he hates the man he loves, he is doomed to only hate the only man he will ever love.

And Itachi closes his eyes and smiles as Sasuke rolls off his limp body, waiting for the boy to recover before exploding into a thousand black feathers.

Sasuke barely has time to wipe his tears as the rest of Team Hebi rushes to his aid.

Because revenge is saltier than sweet.


A/N: Well, what to say? HOMG my first PWP-ish ficlet. I know it makes no sense. But reviews would still be appreciated! ;