Violent acts of beauty
And so I decided to write another fic, the title is taken by an album by London After Midnight , no it's not a songfic…but while I was listening to this album I got the inspiration with some of the leading tracks in every chapter has the title of one of this songs, as a main theme guiding the story. These are all Naruto characters and they belong to Mr. Kishimoto. And, dulcis in fundo, enjoy the reading.
OoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoO oOoOoOooOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoO OoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOo
"Your colors fading
Your halos looking dim
Hide behind hate my patience has worn thin
How can we proceed?
Just acknowledge what is true
The glutton & the guilty
THE DEMON THAT IS YOU"
Through the open curtains fluttering in the summer breeze , white milky rays of light gently caressed the messy sheets of the big bed in the center of a solitary room. Sometimes, the moon shining so beautiful against the dark sky, like a diamond set on a black drape , seemed to be the only spectator of all the sins that were committed with the help of the darkness, just because the sun would made them look more reprehensible, more terrible under the condemning light of the day.
That night the moon protected two sinner lovers, and they almost enjoyed its curious look just because they knew it would never reveal their secret in the morning to the judging ears of all the moralist, fake, people ready to burn them on the stake of prejudice.
And that night, the same moon silently shone through the shutters of another window ,giving that dark room a little light to better see the beauty that was hidden inside it. Maybe the moon was jealous of that pale skin, so much more brilliant than its own whiteness that it would never stop to admire. A little sigh escaped thin, beautiful lips, and then he turned on his back, the yukata he wore gently slipping from one shoulder exposing more of that perfect skin and a rosy nipple, his hair, darker than midnight sprawled on the white pillow and black eyelashes resting against porcelain cheeks.
Maybe Sasuke was dreaming, as only the innocents would do in the night, peacefully sleeping with his legs tangled up in the sheets: dreaming about his life so full of expectations , his desires, his will to become stronger day after day, just as all the people around him wanted him to be: so they would be proud of him.
And he himself would be happy of being just like him.
Maybe he was dreaming of the words his father never said to him, that never escaped that severe mouth , the same mouth that never aligned in a smile, neither when that statement was, as always reserved to his oldest son :
"As expected from my child".
But, more often, Sasuke found himself dreaming just about him.
His beloved older brother.
How many nights before Sasuke spent imagining his aniki melting in an act of tenderness toward him: he would never admit of craving some kind of attention from the elder sibling , except the acknowledgement of his improving skills, of course.
But was it wrong to want some sort of brotherly affection from him?
No. Itachi was always so far, his back seemed to move away every passing moment and Sasuke couldn't do nothing more but trail along without never reaching him. Itachi was always so distant and never did anything but poke at his forehead with his middle and index finger, saying always those few words that broke all his sands castle, built too near the violent waves of that storming ocean that was Itachi dark soul :
"I'm sorry , Sasuke, maybe the next time."
Every time that those two fingers came in contact with his skin Sasuke felt his cheeks burn so much he thought of a sudden fever attacking every inch of his skin and an odd feeling of warmth spread inside his stomach. But the worst thing was the feeling of his heart clenching in his chest that every time Itachi looked in his eyes made Sasuke forget how to breath.
If Sasuke had to give a name to these things he felt he would not be able to. But he was about to learn very soon. For the moment all he could was watching Itachi go away leaving him alone , small and insignificant to beg even just for a look. Itachi going away : to his life, to his duties, to his important role for the Uchiha clan, to his secret , long mission. The Prodigy. The proud of their family.
And what was Sasuke's role ? Where is place?
It was only a few days ago when Sasuke was waiting for him, looking impatiently at the big clock in the all of their house, counting minutes, and seconds left when he heard the main door slam and the voice, low and masculine of his brother returning from his last mission :
"I'm home"
Sasuke almost could feel his scent filling his nostrils, intoxicating him as he threw his arms around his aniki neck :
"Oh…nii-san …" it was all he succeeded to say, not able of speaking his name. Never in his life he dared to pronounce "Itachi". Because to him his brother wasn't a man, neither a boy. He wasn't just human.
He was his God. He could only adore him from his place on the unforgiving ground.
Sasuke was on Earth.
Itachi was in the Sky.
"Nii-san…you're…"
"Mpf…missed me so much, little brother, did you??" he said with one of his rare smiles.
"Yes…" he nodded lowering his gaze.
Now he was sure that this feeling was shame, but why he would be ashamed in front of his brother?
"Now forgive me , Sasuke, I'm tired " he said standing up and heading for the bathroom.
Sasuke was aware now that Itachi had no interest in him.
"He didn't even consider me…What am I doing wrong?"
This single question was driving him insane. Yes he wanted his family to be proud of him too, he wanted his friends to respect and acknowledge him but…he wanted to be noticed by him.
And why?
He didn't yet find an answer.
Until the previous day.
"Dinner is ready!" Mikoto said from the kitchen as usual at 7 o' clock. Sasuke was already there, sitting at his place with his head low and clenching his hands on his lap waiting for him to enter the room. Then with the corner of his eye he saw Itachi with a black shirt and his hair still damp from the shower, wearing his favorite pair of faded jeans .
Oh, he was so beautiful, he noticed for the first time in his life, feeling sick for this kind of thought.
"Mother, where is father?"
"I think he is about to come in five minutes…" she said sitting at the dinner table, while she saw the suspicious glance passing in his oldest son dark eyes.
And then Itachi remembered about the mission in which his father was going to take part. His suspects were confirmed when Fugaku entered the room with a satisfied look on his face, sitting at the head of the table.
"Do you want me to talk to them , dear?" Mikoto said caressing her husband right hand.
"Yes…start…" he said starting to eat from his spoon.
"Well…tomorrow your father and me will be out on a mission we have been called at…so you guys are going to be alone for a few days, while we will bring this affair to a close you will spent some time together."
"So for the next week…" Fugaku continued, when Itachi interrupted, already aware of what those words meant.
"So for the next week Sasuke and me will be just fine here, don't worry, father" he said marking the last word almost in a mocking way that Fugaku got immediately, without saying nothing because of the argument that already took place that afternoon, when he met his oldest son on the way home. If Itachi said he was not about to come with him, then there would be a reason. And a big one.
"We are old enough to take care of ourselves." And with that he stood up and left.
All of a sudden Sasuke was non hungry anymore. A little for the fact that the chair in front of him was now empty, but also of the strange feeling of excitement at the idea of spending some time alone with his beloved aniki.
This was the occasion given to him for making Itachi notice his presence. And he was not going to waste it.
He excused himself from the table, too.
"What is wrong with them?" Fugaku sighed to his wife.
"When they'll grow up then the things maybe will change…" she said lovingly smiling at him.
"I hope so…I hope they will know what this fan means."
And so they smiled to each other and started to eat again.
Sasuke headed up-stairs with his heart beating furiously half due to the steps.
"Nii-san…"
"Always around me, ne, otouto?" he gave him a cynical smile before turning and arranging his books on the shelf near the big bed that Sasuke continued to stare with his cheeks redder than before.
"I…I …only wanted to ask…would you train with me tomorrow?"
"Yes".
Sasuke was sure he was not deaf. Itachi said yes.
While he was still smiling enthusiastically at the prospect of train with his aniki, Itachi turned and poked him on the forehead .
"Now go to sleep Sasuke…we'll see tomorrow,ok?"
"Y-yes" Sasuke said smiling again and running to his bedroom. Tomorrow will be a great day.
Their parents left that same evening, Sasuke was still awake when around 11 o' clock he felt so tired and let his eyes fall shut.
The moon , high in the sky, was still watching, innocent, pure Sasuke sleeping quietly in hi bed when a loud noise on the wall suddenly awoke him. He opened slowly his eyes while his dreams fade away like smoke in the sky. He was sure.
The noise he heard came from Itachi's room.
He tried to close again his eyes, turning on his left side and yawning when he heard the same noise. Even louder this time. Sitting on the bed he tried to hear for something odd, but there was only silence now.
He decided to go and take some cool drink to wet his dry mouth in that night of summer heat. Opening slowly the door his bare feet made no noise on the wooden floor.
But it was then that he heard it.
Whispers.
Gasps.
Words cutting the night silence.
"Ahhh…ahhh…"
"Shhh…be quiet …please..shhh"
"I-I can't…ahh.."
"I love it… when you whimper like this…"
And from the small opening of the door Sasuke saw all.
His eyes widening, his heart tearing in a million pieces, his mouth still dry from the sight of Itachi. He not even seemed his brother anymore. He was…naked.
And for the first time Sasuke saw him without clothes and noticed that he was not beautiful as with his dresses on. He was perfect.
Itachi had his legs straddling the man's head hidden in the darkness, and his white ,flawless skin was glistening in the soft moonlight, his back sweated but the thing that made Sasuke choke on his next breathe was Itachi's hips. Those narrow, bare hips rocking back and forth, back and forth, in a slow, sensual, dance.
Sasuke felt on fire, he should have run away, but his legs felt glued to the floor.
What was that?
What was its meaning?
Was that sinful dance an expression of…love?
Careful not to made them notice his presence, Sasuke stood there, his eyes mesmerized on the beautiful scene of Itachi loosing his angelical wings and falling from heaven to the flames of passion.
"Ahhh…m-more…"
His swollen wet lips formed now sounds so much more different from his normal tone of voice, and his hair…those hair always in a pony-tail now they were free, falling over his back and sticking to his chest, while the movements of his pelvis where now faster, his hands gripping the headboard while the man's hands gripped his buttocks guiding his movements.
"Yes…like this…"
Sasuke started to feel sick and that rocking motion was making him want to moan in unison with his brother more desperate gasps.
Something in his shorts was burning but the odd thing was that Sasuke felt his heart throbbing with a pain that he never felt before.
And then he figured out.
When Itachi, his God, threw his head back staring at the ceiling with eyes watering from the pleasure Sasuke watched in rapture as his shaking hands gripped the man's head and kept him still against his hips, the man' s nose pressed through the black soft curls wet with semen, sweat and saliva at the base of his older brother's member.
He figured out.
Itachi was no more a God.
Now he seemed human.
He was made of blood, and flesh, and saliva, and semen…
He was perfect in his orgasm.
And Sasuke figured out that he was… jealous.
Jealous because that orgasm that tore Itachi's wings away making him human again was given to him by another one.
Sasuke's eyes let go of the tears that watered his dark eyes and his hearth clenched in his chest, and now everything was clear.
Sasuke wanted to be at that man's place.
Recognize his feelings was the first step of his growth. And Sasuke never thought that losing his innocence would be so that meant to become an adult, he preferred to be a child forever.
He was in love.
He was in love with his older brother.
And he didn't want to.
"That was…wonderful…" Itachi finally spoke lifting his right leg and exposing to a ray of moonlight the other man's face, letting himself fall on the bad against the damp sheets.
And Sasuke saw his face.
No.
This was a nightmare.
"You're now addicted
your futures looking dim
so hide behind fear
And watch the end begin
It's complicated, At least that's what you claim
Who forgives the unrepentant?
And the crimes done in your name?
What have we become?
If we could start all over again, where would it lead us then?
But you can't escape the truth, no matter what you want to believe, it always comes back to you.
You, you have let me down
You have left me cold
You don't understand
You haven't won
You've begun ,it's begun
The beginning of the end...
I will not forget I cannot forgive
You don't understand.
You haven't won, you've begun ,it's begun the beginning of the end".
ooOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoO OoOoOoOoOooOoOoOoooOoOoo oOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoO
To be continued.
A/N : yes I know my English is horrible, but please don't kill me, I'm still learning it. Oh and I hope to receive some review just to know if I have to continue this story or let go. Your opinions are always important for me and make me want to write more about this wonderful couple. Itasasu love to all :))))