Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Naruto
A/N: Please Read This!!
The italicized words are from Itachi's POV.
The normal words are from Sasuke's POV.
Bold words symbolize thoughts, italicized bold for Itachi's and nonitalicized bold for Sasuke's.
Also, a special thankyou to all who reviewed. I very much enjoy reading them. This is the final chapter, and I hope you guys like it. Much love and appreciate all who stuck with this story reading it through!
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Chapter 10: Beauty Divine
My lips still onto his ear, his tiny hands fisting my silky black hair, holding my head steady against his. Carefully, my mind tries to formulate a response, ebony eyes calculating my every move behind a calm face,...
Turning his head, Otouto slides soft, creme skin across my reddened lips, gripping my hair harder still, as if for fear I would flee the room, and meets my darkened eyes with a lustful gaze. A tint of red glazes his pale skin, and his supple moist lips part in a silent plea, begging me for a taste... and my heart skips a beat.
And tell me, God, which beauty do I not see in him...
For there is no beauty in this world as undeniable as Otouto.
My breath grows bated, as I watch those dark eyes dance on my parted lips. My sweat-slickened hands tremble in the tangled web I've woven in his hair, and I slowly, oh so cautiously, lean in closer to him, my pulse quickening while I dangle a tasty treat below his mouth. And Tsumi is perfect, just as Itachi was, with porcelain skin still untainted with the flush of human emotion... calm, unmoving, inhumanly composed in such a heated situation...
Is it so wrong to want a taste of perfection?...
The ebony eyes are glued to my lips, and a tantalizying ruby tongue darts out of his mouth, wetting dry lips. A light moan escapes my mouth from the sultry display,... and this is when it happens... in a glimpse, brief moment, I can see the turnbulance break through his eyes. The refugees mouth slams roughly against mine, sucking and licking my lips, while his tongue forcefully invades me, exploring every inch of my hot cavern. Another sensuous moan escapes me, echoing deep into his mouth, and I slide my hands through his silky tresses, down his muscular back.
How long I have waited for this, and now it is mine, all mine.
Every lustrous tress, sweet kiss, delicious skin... mine...
Now, if only you were Itachi...
Trembling hands desperately rip off his hospital gown before breaking the kiss, leaning backwards to admire his bare skin. Greedily, I brush my palm across the pale expanse of skin on his chest, ghosting delicate fingers downward to his abdomen, until ravenous eyes rest on his hardened member. A whimper escapes Otouto's lips, and dark eyes glance up to see a look of despair on his face, with an adorable blush claiming his expression. Fretfully, Otouto gnaws his lips further adding to the abuse, before rocking his hips upward in a desperate plea.
Tell me that you love me, and that we belong together...
And tell me, for I must know, which level of hell will I burn in for this.
Leaning forward, I place chaste kisses in the soft dip of Otouto's shouldler, allowing my breath to tickle the fine hairs. A pleasant shudder racks his body, and I cannot help but lightly smirk, an image of a five year old Otouto cuddling against me for warmth flashing through my head. Trailing gentle kisses down his torso, my lips stop at the pink nub, my tongue tracing small circle around it before claiming it for a taste. Slender fingers carefully pinch the other nub, his back arching upward into my minstrations, and an erotic moan fills the room.
Tell me the price of this beauty, God, is it the first level reserved for lustful lovers...
Or the nineth level, reserved for traitors for disobeying God...?
My thin, bare leg curls upwards, tangling in the bed sheets, hands fisting his shirt in a futile attempt for stability. Screwing my eyes shut, I focus on the pleasure shooting through my small frame, as those torturous lips abandon my nipple and trail further down the soft skin of my abdomen, drawing dangerously near my desire. Fire burns my skin with every stroke of his skillful fingers, trailing gingerly down my body, before brutally gripping my hips.
And I drink now on your skin, the impurity of our love,
Or is it your lust I'm sipping?
Instinctively, my hips buck forward, but he grounds them on the hard hospital bed. A whimper of protest escapes my lips, which is quickly replaced with a low moan when his warm hands engulf my heated manhood, silky hair tickling the tip. And I have to see this, my desire would not allow this scene to pass me by, so I open my eyes to see his lust darkened eyes memorizing my body from a passive face, dark tresses sliding in a teasing motion across the soft dip of his shoulder.
But do not fret, Otouto, this fire may burn a little, but it is something you'll get use to...
Just tell me first, I must know, how our perfect love is wrong?
His delicate, pale fingers gingerly gave a testing stroke, hot breath brushing across my twitching desire, before his hot cavern claimed me. Strangled cry parting my lips, my eyes clamped shut from the explosive ecstasy tingling through my body, and I threw my head back losing myself in the immeasurable pleasure. My mind locked onto this area of my body, and I could feel it all...
Do you want to hear about the deal I'm making?
Your love for hell?
Heatedly, he roughly sucked me, his ivory teeth grazing against the delicate skin. A subtle hand roamed mindlessly over my stomach, tracing small circles in my skin, while the other gripped my hip in a bruising grasp. Moaning, I arched upward, attempting to feel more of his coveted body. Heated pants filled the room, the air growing sticky with sex, while the carnal knowledge coursed through my virgin body, the immense pressure building in my abdomen.
"Itachi..." I groaned, tossing my head to the side.
It is you, Otouto, you and me...
Will never again be unhappy.
His hot mouth paused momentarily, before quickly resuming with even more passionate sucks, his nails grazing down my abdomen leaving scarlet trails against the creme canvas, my body raising once more into his touch. A toxic euphoria flooded through my body, as his tongue lavished in a twisting manner around my shaft, before roughly massaging the thick vein on the underside.
Gasping mindlessly, his name parted my lips unknowingly again. "I-Itachi."
Such an angelic melody...
Before the sweet rapture claimed me, shooting through my body in a blinding white heat, my slender sweaty limbs twisting helplessly in the covers, and my seed spilled into his hot mouth...
As I screamed Itachi's name.
Lifting my head, silky locks fall against the slick member gluing to his skin. My ebony eyes trail up the heaving chest shimmering in a fine sheen of sweat, arms lying limply by his side, before settling on his content face, a hue of crimson still staining his pale cheeks. A matt of dark hair hugs his hairline, cradling his head like an infant. Listening to his even, quick breaths, I can only stare at him... my baby brother...
And he is so beautiful, an indescribable work of art. Such precious eyes locked closed, one would need a key to unlock it to merely gaze into such an exquisite soul. Perfectly carved limbs of alabaster, whiter than the snow falling outside, and thick dark lashes sewn to flawlessly drawn lids batting open to meet my gaze,... so beautiful... and I don't know why I have never noticed before.
Ebony eyes widen from my placid face, a wave of realization washing over me.
For this beauty has no price...
It is a gift from above, for one who can humble at its splendor.
"Beatiful..." I mutter in a breath of awe. The color of red darkens in his cheeks, as he dips his head to look upwards into my eyes, shyness claiming him as host.
Because Otouto is a true work of art, a masterpiece created by God, and I have wronged him by lessening his elegance to that of a sex object, tainting him with my lust. I have failed to appreciate him for the person that he is... my once painstakingly adored Otouto.
I will not be the one to destroy you, Otouto, to kill you passively with love...
I understand now... I realize... and I will be the one to deserve your love.
Tilting my head, I cannot help but wonder how such tender words could come from such an expressionless face, when suddenly his dark eyes soften exponentially. Delicate fingers thread ebony tresses behind his small ear, the dark locks stroking in a teasing manner against the porcelain skin. A small smile claims my lips, only to part in shock at the next statement.
"You called me Itachi..." The hushed phrase is spoken more like a question than an accusation.
A blush tints my cheeks, resuming its position after just barely fading, and I glance away, quickly feeling exposed in my nudity.
"I... I was just thinking..." My words fumble for an excuse.
"About?..." His calm voice eagerly chides me on.
An image of Itachi standing before me, firey wings filling the expanse of the clearing, flashes through my mind, and I desperately change the subject.
"Itachi... protected me from Madara." My voice is unsure, as my subconscious screams my certain psychosis from the statement. "He just appeared out of nowhere, with wings of fire, and protected me."
"I thought your brother was dead." Itachi speaks in a soft manner, voice confident despite his silent panic. Does he know...?
I play the image in my head again, assuring myself of the fact, before meeting his eyes with my newfound confidence. "He protected me."
"Like an angel?" Itachi queries, dropping the bait hoping he'll take a bite. "He must love you very much... to protect you even after death."
My eyes widen in surprise at the suggestion, my mind playing with the idea like a new toy. I smile contently, a new sense of peace and acceptance filling my heart, and my eyes soften ten fold with my brother's love completing me.
"Yes... he's like an angel."
Though I cannot know God's plan, I think I now understand His intent... such a beauty, a perfected art, should not be defiled with lustful hands. This little piece of heaven should be wrapped in love just as pure, this gift of His. The intention... He intended Otouto to be loved for who and what he is... not for what I want from him... not for the selfish 'love' or desire I coveted from him...
Love was never meant to suffer him, destroying his fragile heart.
And I will give back ten fold all the love I stole...
I will show you I can crawl until I stand beside a love so divine.
How could I have ever known... Otouto is so beautiful? This love is aching, and I want him to feel how it feels...
I want you to know what heaven tastes like when I kiss your skin...
Even if you never know my name.
"Sasuke..." Lowering my lips to his forehead, I softly whisper his name into his skin, "Marry me."
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(A/N: Six months later... and now solely through Sasuke's POV, even the italicized words.)
Nervously, I pace the narrow hall in the Uchiha mansion's corridor, the tune of wedding music playing through the open front door which leads outside onto the front lawn where the wedding is being held. Wringing my hands in agitation, I gnaw my lip fretfully, butterflies fluttering through my stomach.
Do I look okay?
The voice mutters through my head as I smooth the black suit once more, fiddling with the indigo silk shirt collar.
"Hey, it's so awesome Grandma Tsunade let you get married!" Naruto, my best man, chirped.
I nodded offhandedly, too distracted by my racing mind to focus on what Naruto was saying. The wedding is a small one, only consisting of a best man and a groomsman... or should I say best men and groomsman and bridesmaid?
"It's even cooler that Granny Tsunade made you a shinobi again!" Naruto rambled on, a broad goofy smile consuming his tanned features. He his dressed in a matching suit, save for the much lighter colored blue shirt.
"Lady Tsunade did not make Sasuke a shinobi again, Sasuke redeemed himself by refusing to give into Akatsuki demands... he chose to protect the village even at the cost of his life." Kakashi corrected matter-of-factly while frowning through his face mask, which is black for the wedding. He is dressed identical to Naruto since he is Tsumi's best man... which I found very strange... until he explained it is because Kakashi helped protect me for Madara.
"Aieeee! I still can't believe you're getting married!" Sakura squeeled, cupping her face in her hands enthusiastically.
Her pink hair is tied back in a blue ribbon, with a matching long indigo dress which complimented her now curvy figure. Sakura sulked for the first three months after our wedding announcement, until I asked her to be my bridesmaid. After that, she was ecstatic and took every opportunity to rub her position in Ino's face. Her next statement caused me to pause my nervous pacing and blink in light surprise, the question solidifying the reality of the situation.
"Who's taking whose last name?"
My mouth is sandpaper dry when I answer. "Our last name will be Uchiha... He wanted me to keep my last name."
"Sakura, we're up." Neji spoke sternly, catching Sakura's attention. He is dressed identical to Naruto and is the groomsman Itachi chose.
Nodding enthusiastically, Sakura beams me a quick congratulations before exitting out the door with Neji arm in arm. Naruto raises a questioning eyebrow as I resume my anxious pacing, before smirking at my nerve wracking display.
"Wow, Sasuke, I think this is the first time I've ever seen you nervous." The urge to scream, 'no shit,' passes through my mind, until Naruto casts me a cheeky grin mixed with a hint of devilish mischief, "So... why didn't you wear a Bride's dress?"
My eyes widen in shock and I stop dead in my pace. He didn't. Before narrowing in an icy glare. Mother fucker!
"Naruto, we're up!" Kakashi orders it like a command given in a mission. Naruto flashes me one more playful smirk before dissappearing out the door, definitely NOT arm in arm.
The anger is quickly replaced with dread with the best man's leave, and I timidly wring my sweaty hands again, nearly jumping as 'Here Comes the Bride' sounds through the air.
"Wait..." I mutter, Here Comes the Bride? "Naruto!!" I seethe, clenching my fists with rage. And Tsumi went along with this...!!
My face flushes with embarrassment. Sucking in a deep breath, I step out the door, the sunlight blinding me momentarily. The season had changed to a warm spring, and yellow flowers line the path guiding my eyes down to Itachi, who is standing clad in a black suit, silky tresses hanging loosely over his small shoulders in a dark veil. The top of his blue collar is unbuttoned slightly, hanging open to reveal creamy skin beneath. His passive face regards me calmly, not a hint of excitement flawing his perfect porcelain features, but his dark eyes are flashing with enthusiasm.
Glancing to my side, a hint of disappointment lights my eyes. Father is not here to walk me down... Before a gentle hand is resting on my shoulder. I glance up to see a soft smirk creasing Kakashi's dark mask.
"Mind if I walk you down?"
Smirking gratefully, I nod, and slowly we begin advancing. With every pace, I can hear my heart thunder in my ear, beating out a slow drum, and I cannot help but think how beautiful Itachi looks standing there, holding me in his powerful gaze, with ebony locks sliding teasingly across snow white skin as he tilts his head...
I just never noticed until now... and God must exist, because he would be His finest work of art...
Tediously, Itachi takes my small hands, handling them as if they are fine china, and gently rests his delicate palm across them. Nervously, I lift my eyes, and watch as his dark lashes flutter, raising his ebony eyes to meet mine in an intense gaze. And my heart skips a beat.
I know he isn't Itachi... but when I'm near him, I feel I am standing next to Itachi... It feels as if Itachi's love is seeping through him from the grave... And when he holds me, I can feel Itachi encasing me in his warmth, willing me to be happy... I finally realize, Tsumi is not a demon, but an angel, sent by Itachi to answer my prayers... to make me happy, until we meet again.
"Ladies and Gentleman! We are gathered here today..." Gai begins the passionate speach, fist raised high into the air, a large enthusiastic grin etched into his face. No religious leader would lead the wedding, and because of that, Gai insisted on giving one before we sign the legal documents.
A light frown creases my lips at Gai's emotional display, very unshinobi-like. A light chuckle breathes from Itachi, and my eyes dart to his face, which is every bit as calm and emotionless before, leaving me to question whether it was the wind.
"Smile, Saske,... this is the beginning of eternity." Itachi whispers in a hushed voice. Otouto... welcome to heaven... and I will show you how beautiful you are...
Gai raises an arm to his tear glistening eyes in a dramatic display. "Where two men will be joined together... to love and cherish... til death do they part." He pauses. "You may now kiss the bride, Nakira."
My eyes widen in livid shock, mouth parting in silent rage. Itachi's eyes dance in amusement, a playful teasing smirk just barely lighting his tranquil features.
"Naru-!" I shout in anger, only to have my cry silenced by Itachi's lips.
But for now I have Itachi's love in the form of a phantom... channeled through an angel who I cannot help but for some reason love every bit as much as if he were really Itachi. And this love... it is so real, it is surreal...
It is genuine.
Wrapping slender arms around Itachi's small shoulders, my thin frame quickly melts gracefully into his elegant body. Lithe hands mingle at the hem of my suit pants, before trailing up my torso and elegantly threading through my hair. Pulling away from his hot mouth, I gaze up into his dark eyes, only to see him staring back at me with a look not of lust or desire... but of mutual adoration.
It does not hurt anymore, aniki, and I cannot wait to see you again. This face of yours, staring at me so lovingly through another; those familiar dark eyes of yours, holding me in a powerful gaze through my husband; and these soft hands of yours, carressing me through my lover...
I love you, aniki... How I wish you were here...
Gently, he pets the side of my face, delicate fingers ghosting the small baby hairs as his eyes shimmer lovingly from his skillfully composed stone expression... and a small, content smile creeps across my face.
Perhaps in another life... aniki...
The End
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A/N:
sort of a happy ending, sort of ends on a sad note since Sasuke does not know Nakira Tsumi is Itachi.
This ending is actually a slight bit to upbeat for me... I'm not use to writing stuff this happy.
To clarify something, though I am not certain how much more freaking blunt I could have been, for the first nine chapters Itachi did not truly love Sasuke. He only lusted after him because what Itachi felt for him was a selfish 'love'... a love at Sasuke's expense because Itachi simply wanted to feel Sasuke's love in order to, in a way, ease his guilt for what he did to Sasuke. In other words, Itachi wanted it to make him feel better since he hurt so bad from Sasuke's suffering- an 'if I can make Sasuke feel better, then I will feel better' sorta thing.
that's why in chapter five Itachi's thoughts consisted mainly of how to right his wrongs and how horrible he was despite the fact that Sasuke was loving on him in the bathroom.
Itachi grew past this when he realized what the Lion was trying to explain to him about his sins, about how he needed to truly appreciate Sasuke for his beauty and not just for what he wanted from Sasuke, which was the love he lost from Sasuke, no matter what form. So Itachi managed to escape his sins and live outside of them by purifying his love, because his love became selfless.
Sasuke, on the other hand, accepts that he simply loves Nakira cause he reminds him of Itachi, but believes that love to be genuine (which it is, it grew to be a genuine love over time) even if it is formed from his love for who he believes to be a different person. It ends with him wishing to be reunited with Itachi in another life.
Also, if you do not understand Itachi's thought about crawling to a divine love, then read back in chapter nine about what the Lion said about how he saw him, and then about his lustful pride. Crawling is a sign of humility, and the Lion was making a statement more or less about how he wanted the fruits of Sasuke's love while not wanting to suffer the humility of sacrificing for his love (aka, wanting to love Sasuke for Sasuke's well being instead of his own needs).
On a side note, this is not me saying I think homosexuality is not a sin... this is me saying, I really don't care if it is a sin or not cause I'm not a homosexual, so it doens't particularly concern me. Their bedroom is not my business. lol.
Anyways, please review and let me know what you think. I'm eager to hear it. :)
P.S.: The spiritual connotations are a mixture of my personal beliefs about God and what not, as well as catholicism (I was raised catholic, though I am no longer so) and things that go slightly against my beliefs but make for a kick ass story line... though it is mostly my personal true beliefs in the story. Cause I believe love is all that survives death, and it will be love that carries people through to the other side. I also don't believe God is a religion. :)