Sorry for the wait guys! I'm back with another update now :) and just for your patience, the first half is basically just porn with Shisui's odd mind worked into the mix.

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Shisui woke to a beautiful sight two days after the most disturbing clan meeting he was sure had ever taken place. Itachi was serene with sleep, hair loose and splayed over both of their bodies, his face nuzzled comfortably on the older Uchiha's chest. Their legs were completely entangled, his groin just touching Shisui's.

The world became sharper in detail as Shisui activated his Sharingan to engrave this perfect moment into mind for the rest of his left, reveling in the warmth and beauty that radiated from his lover. He almost didn't want to wake the sleepy crow, but a stirring desire was making itself known, he hadn't had time in so long to even hold his lover let alone ravish the lithe and perfect body using him as a heater, pillow and mattress at the moment. They'd only done it twice, if you could count the morning after the first time, when Itachi so gracefully took his pain away.

Shisui did.

Now Itachi was in pain and he had to fix it any way he could, it was his sole purpose in life to make Itachi happy. Even his shinobi code was to keep Itachi safe, the village just happened to be lumped in with what would keep him happy as well.

He peered down at the body on top of him. The bruises on his tender and tanned throat were a pretty yellow color, and he felt an undeniable desire to mark the sensitive skin as his own, to wash away any evidence of the foul man who had previously laid his claim there. He knew Itachi was irrevocably his, but he needed to reassert that before the little crow fluttered away from him again as he undoubtedly would. He had an irrational insecurity to make sure Itachi had a reason to come back to him when he could.

He was in the middle of debating how to go about waking Itachi up in the most pleasant way, when said teen peeked an eye open and stretched, effectively rubbing their morning-stiff groins together with a low groan.

"Ohayo, Tachi," Shisui smiled a cheeky grin at him and was pleased by the barely noticeable blush that appeared on tanned cheeks.

Before Itachi could respond, Shisui lent down to catch his lips in a lazy kiss, cupping his cheek with one hand and pulling him up closer to his height by his plump behind with the other. The younger of the two moaned into the kiss when the hand on his ass remained and gave a firm squeeze, making his intention known wordlessly.

Though the two of them had never needed words.

Itachi rolled off of him, pulling Shisui with him, so they were facing each other on their sides. Shisui brought his lover's leg up around his waist and nipped at his bottom lip, chuckling softly when he was graced with jerk into his hips.

Shisui pulled back for a moment to look into the matching set of Sharingan he loved so much, and was struck with a wave of nostalgia, the current position, with the sexual nature removed was just how they'd spent every night together since they were four and six. With nothing by affection in his tone, being the sap that he could be for Itachi he whispered, "This is how I fell in love with you, ya know."

Itachi ran a teasing finger down his spine and Shisui nearly died. "I rather thought you loved me before we ever did this." To make his point as to what he meant by this he ground his hips into Shisui's, smirking the whole time.

A low sound reverberated from the back of Shisui's throat as he replied, "You little shit, I meant laying like this." After another heart wrenching kiss that left him slightly breathless, he added with his forehead resting against Itachi's, "I was always happiest when I was about to fall asleep with you, still am."

Itachi gave him a heated look he knew to take as an agreement, and he took that opportunity to flip them over so that he was firmly between the love of his life's legs without putting any real weight on him. When Itachi gave him a real laugh and tugged at his sleep pants, he decided, "But now I'm torn."

Itachi gave him a questioning look, giving up on removing Shisui's pants and deciding to instead reach in the front of his pants to grab his hardened length with a warm, soft hand. Shisui groaned his explanation, "The sex might be even better."

Itachi laughed again and started lightly and oh-so-fucking slowly pumping the man above him like he was afraid that he wasn't allowed to anymore, regardless of Shisui's words. The shy look he was giving him was driving Shisui more insane than his pumping hand, leaving him breathless as he decided that the time for words and cuteness was over. Itachi was going to be his, and he was going to be his now.

Without further ado, Shisui leaned down and started biting and sucking over every single yellow blotch on the otherwise flawless skin that made up Itachi Uchiha. When Itachi's whines would reach their apex from him biting and sucking brutally, he'd apologize with his tongue, drawing out haphazard circles to soothe and excite his lover before he moved on to next one. He was utterly amazed when Itachi began writhing beneath him from his ministrations, he wasn't even really touching him yet, and yet the grip on his length tightened and became sporadic at random intervals as Itachi hastily began to lose all semblance of control.

So Itachi liked biting? A smirk graced Shisui lips and he hastily move down, forgetting about the pleasure Itachi's hand was bringing him, to bite and lick, brutal and then oh so tender, all the way down Itachi's chest and stomach. He found every place that made the young Uchiha melt and cataloged it for later use, giggling to himself when Itachi nearly flew off the bed when he reach just inside one of hip bones.

Itachi looked down with lust-glazed Sharingan and their eyes stayed locked as Shisui pulled Itachi's sleep pants—the only piece of clothing he was wearing—down with his teeth. When Shisui grasped the dripping sex at the base, he was awarded with an audible gulp follow by a low drawn out groan when he placed his lips over the tip. He didn't know how long he would be able to hold out on thoroughly ravishing the body beneath him, but he wanted to display every bit of possessive affection he held in his heart, so he made sure to put all his efforts into the organ in his mouth.

He hummed and sucked at the tip, gliding his tongue deftly on the slit before bobbing his head down and taking the entire six inch length into his mouth, trying his best to relax his throat, before coming back up and repeating the process a few times.

Before long, Itachi seemed to grow inpatient at his slow, teasing pace and yanked him by his hair up for a kiss. So Itachi thought he was in control? Shisui was marking him as him own, not the other way around, so he chuckled as he broke the kiss and whispered while pinching a pebbled rosy nipple, "You little shit."

In the next moment, with all the agility of the trained assassin he was, Shisui flipped the body beneath him over and marveled the perfect back, hips and rounded ass. He wanted to mark every damn inch. His groin became so painfully engorged at the sight, he couldn't help but stroke it a few times to relieve the pressure.

Deciding to kill two birds with one stone, Shisui ignored Itachi's questioning stare from the pillow and reached into the low table by the bed and retrieved the cherry lube he had used the first and only time they'd done what they were about to do, hoping it brought back the same amazing memories for Itachi that it did for Shisui. A small growl echoed in his mind, but he'd long since become accustomed to ignoring the animal he'd met in the Mist.

Without hesitation this time, he poured some of the sickly sweet liquid onto three fingers and guiding one into the puckered hole he gained access to by spreading the cheeks with his other hand. Noticing his issue with access, Itachi moved up so that his ass was in the air, his head still on the pillow watching Shisui intently.

The look did strange but not at all unpleasant things to his heart, and he suddenly remembered the other goal he had to accomplish while he stretched Itachi. Getting up on his knees, behind the younger male in such a delicious pose, he snaked one hand around his chest, lifting him up so his back barely brushed Shisui's chest, all without stopping his moving finger.

Just as he bit down on the back of one of Itachi's shoulders, he added a second digit and went in search for the prostate, fully intent on bringing out as many noises as he could. Though he was always the more vocal one in everything else, he was overwhelmingly pleased that Itachi was the vocal one in bed, and was awaiting the beautiful noises. When he found the spot in question, Itachi nearly screamed and the jolt of electricity the noise sent to his groin made him bite down particularly hard on the piece of throat in his mouth.

That's when it happened.

Shisui tasted salty copper on his tongue and the low growl in his head drove him literally barking and raving mad. Before he could think, he withdrew his fingers, forgetting the third and in the next moment had his pants pulled down and his length lined up to slam into his favorite place in the world. He hesitated for a moment, only long enough to spread the liquid that remained on his hand onto himself and add another punishing bite to Itachi's left shoulder, digging his nails into the hard chest in his other hand.

Just when he tasted more blood on his tongue, and saw the blooming purple splotches littering the body in front of him, he pulled the crow hair teen onto his lap and slammed his hips down until his thighs were touching Shisui's. There was a slight moment of panic in the back of his mind that he might have hurt Itachi too much to be considered pleasurable but that was silenced when Itachi leaned forward slightly, only to come back down with a slapping sound and loud moan.

Shisui used his wet hand to guide Itachi's hips and the other to reach up to his delicate throat and squeeze almost tight enough not to be called gentle. Itachi responded like a dream, moaning and bucking down onto him, reaching his hands behind him to dig his nails into Shisui's thighs for traction. The pleasure Shisui found in this moment was tantamount to a dangerous high, and he couldn't help himself and he released the younger man and moved him off of his lap for only long enough to flip him over onto his back and slam home again.

As much as he liked how deep he could get in the previous position, he was afraid to lose himself without Itachi's face to keep him grounded on planet Earth. He surged his hips forward with in a sporadic and heavenly pace, feeling the coil tighten dangerously close to snapping in his belly. Just as he reached down to stroke at Itachi's red with abandon member, he was pulled down for a hungry and sloppy kiss. When he felt all too soon his release screaming at him, he pulled away to bite at Itachi's neck to keep it at bay.

'Just a little longer.' He bit harder, drawing blooming little beads of blood from Itachi's pectoral and picking up the pace and pressure of his strokes.

But all was lost when the velvety orifice he found himself in clenched around him, and a loud scream broke throughout the apartment. He barely registered the scrunched face and liquid on his still pumping hand as he let out his own quieter groan—nearly a low growl—and spilled himself deep inside his lover, his entire body going rigid with the crashing pleasure.

When he was sated and the relaxing high pulled at him, he collapsed fully onto the body beneath him, mimicking the ragdoll Itachi had been a couple of nights ago.

After several moments of panting, arms wrapped themselves around his back and pulled him closer to the warmth beneath him. It took him a moment to remember it was Itachi's arms and Itachi's warmth.

"Wow," was all Itachi could say, with a heaviness lacing his voice that gave Shisui a pause.

He pulled himself slightly to look down at the younger boy, and was appalled to see a tear escaping a now obsidian eye. With panic evident, and painfully aware he was still inside the crying boy, he frantically wiped the tear away and asked, "Did I hurt you? Tachi! Are you okay?"

But Itachi only smiled and squeezed his arms tighter. His eyes had the look to them that Shisui recognized from every time he learned something new. His tentative assumptions were proven correct when Itachi bewilderedly whispered, "I liked it. What you did this time, do it again?"

Shisui thought about immediately obliging but there was business to take care of now that he'd completed his immediate goal. So he simply leaned his forehead down onto Itachi's and smiled his close eyed smile and whispered, "I love you, Tachi. Time to get up though."

Itachi sighed but agreed, but not before muttering almost inaudibly, "I love you, Shisui."

Shisui pulled out of Itachi and they cleaned up before Itachi decided to make them breakfast. They hadn't discussed it yet, but they both knew the rest of the day would be spent planning the salvation of the Hidden Leaf Village.

After the most delicious breakfast Shisui'd had since, well… Since the last time Itachi cooked, he went about racking his brain about how to even begin with the plans he needed to make. Itachi was sitting on the other side of the low table, sipping his tea with scrunched eyebrows and he could almost hear his own mirrored thoughts coming from the boy.

Deciding to distract them both for a little while, they had all day after all; he asked the only question he knew would always bring Itachi out of himself. "How's Little-Shit-chan doing?"

Right on schedule, Itachi's face relaxed and he looked out of the window for a moment with a half smile before replying, "Sasuke is good. He's just learned the Fire Ball Jutsu, and gushed to me for an hour last time I saw him about Father saying he was proud of him." The happiness on his face faltered for just a moment, and Shisui knew why without it ever needing to be spoken.

Sasuke wanted nothing more in life than to have his father be proud of him, but they both knew what it was like to have Fugaku Uchiha be fully proud of you. Neither of them would ever wish that on innocent little Sasuke.

"Is he as much of a show off at school as you were, Itachi-sama?" Shisui decided to joke.

"Oh please, you didn't even go to the academy, Shisui-nii," he teased back, both using the names they were forced to use in public.

"Aa, and so I didn't get the chance to show off and have a crew and get all the ladies like you, Tachi."

Itachi laughed a real laugh at his simplification of his time in the academy. "Since when did I get all the ladies?"

Shisui slapped the table after a moment of fake pondering. "That girl, what's her name…?"

"Izumi," Itachi offered.

"Ah, see you knew exactly where I was going! She still follows you around like a puppy whenever you're in the compound." Placing a hand to his heart, he mocked an exasperated sigh, "One day I think you'll leave me for her!"

Itachi slapped the hand from his chest away and said with nothing but love in his voice, "You're impossible, Shisui. Besides, you've had your fair share of girls follow you around."

"Aa, and you were always jealous!" Shisui replied, thinking back to when Itachi had thought he had slept with Nanami a few years ago. The memory, though pleasant, served to sober them both up.

"Hn."

"Yeah."

With a sigh, Itachi got up to start the dishes and Shisui tried to stop his mind from wandering to the last night he'd seen her. The animal growled in his head, but this time for a completely different reason than before. It was remembering the blood, the enemies falling to his feet just because he told them too.

Wait.

The tea glass slipped from Shisui's fingers as he froze, the wheels spinning in his head faster than he could keep up. He barely registered Itachi dashing over and asking if he was okay, and after a while shaking his shoulders.

The Kotoamatsukami! If he could use it when all the important clan members were together, he could stop all of this useless fighting, he could save everything! It was so simple he felt stupid for not realizing it earlier. He could do this, he could stop them.

He would stop them, and it would be that simple, wouldn't it? He might even be able to convince them to other things while he was at it. All he needed was the stage to be set.

Cracking a wicked smile and letting his eyes finally focus on Itachi, he whispered, "I know what to do," before dashing out of the house as fast as he could get dressed.

Itachi stayed standing in the middle of his apartment looking as confused as he had been in his entire life.

It only took a few hours to call an emergency meeting of the council, telling them he'd found out something important. The only problem he ran into was getting the Uchiha elders to accept his request to let the clan leader join in their secret meeting with him.

By the time the sun set, he walked into the secret gathering place, ignoring the confused and impatient looks of the men as he made his way to the stone tablet.

Shisui didn't really have that much of a plan, other than going on instinct and putting an end to all of this folly once and for all. His Sharingan spun to life and he took his place before the elders, looking each one of them in the eye with his normal three tomoe to lay the groundwork for his jutsu. Without the heat of battle, he'd need a few minute to set it up before he could make his orders, so now he had to go about stalling them, which seemed like fun.

"What is this about, boy?" Niori Uchiha asked in a tired and irritated way, eyeing Fugaku warily.

That only solidified the fact that they hadn't been letting their leader know the dubious things they'd been up to lately, in Shisui's mind.

"I've gathered you all here to tell you a few things," he deadpanned.

Fugaku, with his arms crossed over his chest was the first one to speak when he didn't say anything further, he still needed two minutes. "Okay, what's going on now?"

With a sigh he told his lover's father, "It's about the clan's plans." And with a smirk, he added, "And about Itachi-sama, Taichou."

The choked noises from the other elders drew both his and Fugaku's attentions. So they hadn't told him anything about the suspicions around his son? Interesting.

"What about Itachi? Speak boy!" Fugaku ranted, standing up and coming closer by a hair.

Finally, he felt the pulsing in his right eye, and cockily grinned at all of them as the tomeo transformed into the four pointed star.

Before any of them could take note of it, though all eyes were on him (the idiots), he cleared his throat and decided on his orders. In the practice he'd done on random people in the last year, he knew he had less than two minutes to make all of his requests, especially with this large a number.

"There will be no war, no negotiations with other villages against our own, no nine tails attack, no more outrageous demands to the village. You will all move on from your current line of meddling, and accept things the way they are now. You will stop inciting your fellow clan members and instead will work to pacify the anger you've been keeping alive." There was still something else he needed from them, and scrunched his eyebrows to think how to put it. "Itachi Uchiha will remain your spy in the Anbu and you will request that I join him in the ranks. You will leave watching him and his behavior solely up to me and you will not question my decisions for him."

Finally, before the jutsu ran out along with his stamina, he added, "Now leave here immediately and tell no one of this meeting. Go straight home and sleep. You will not remember this in the morning. Am I understood?"

There was a collective "Yes," just as he fell to his knees, clutching at his bleeding eye. The men were all in a trance from his genjutsu, but they would be normal again by morning, doing exactly what he said.

Shisui was becoming worried when the light from the torches became fuzzy, and his eye didn't stop its bleeding. He might have overdone it? He'd never controlled that many powerful shinobi at once before, even the first time they were all just chunin, not leaders of a prestigious clan.

He finally fell to the floor, expecting to hit the hard cold stone beneath him, but instead found himself in the arms of his lover.

"That was…" Itachi trailed off as he helped him into a sitting position.

"Heh, told you I knew what to do."

Itachi simply nodded as he they watched the last councilor shuffle his way out of the room.

"It's over?" Itachi whispered after a long moment, his arms tightening their grasp on Shisui's shoulders.

"Aa, for now at least," he replied. He was just about to ask why Itachi was dressed in his Anbu gear when everything went dark.

Itachi sat in the dwindling torchlight staring at the face of his lover for a long time. The flickering light kissing at his broad nose, and sparkling off the crimson essence flowing from his eye left the teen Itachi'd known since his real life began looking rather like a fallen angel in his arms.

A strangled sound escaped his throat as he let the events that had just unfolded sink in.

When Shisui had busted out of the apartment that morning, he'd been too stunned to move for a while, and by the time he got dressed and followed, he was unable to find the curly-haired boy. His detective work for the rest of the day had led him to believe that Shisui was doing something with the entire band of Uchiha elders tonight, though he wasn't sure what.

A sinking feeling in his gut that was screaming that the eradication of the elders might slip into Shisui's ever more unstable mind had led Itachi back to the apartment to gear up. He wasn't sure why he felt he needed to be ready for battle, but he couldn't stop himself.

As he had walked to the Nakano Shrine he'd been contemplating whether or not he'd really be able to kill the elders himself if Shisui were stupid enough to provoke them. He knew his father was going to be there. Could he bring himself to kill his father?

A bubbling hatred for the man who had sent his toddler self to war made itself known in his head. He'd long since buried that hatred, but Sasuke's eyes when their father would forgo spending any time with the boy just to order Itachi around had brought it up over the years. He loved his parents, though he would most likely never admit it. It was a small and warm love in his heart, but much different to the boiling cauldron of protectiveness he felt for Sasuke or the hot white fire that burned for Shisui.

But it was there.

So, if indeed he had to kill the elders tonight, would he be able to kill his father with them?

And even if he managed to defeat them all (which he had little doubts on his physical ability to, especially with Shisui there as well), what would happen then?

The Uchiha survivors would either know that it was he and Shisui who had committed the act, or they would think it was the village who was to blame. Either way, all would be lost.

How many people would die if Shisui's plans were really what Itachi they were? There would be no stopping the war that would break out if the clan believed the village had killed their elders. A war that Sasuke would be forced to fight in, his tiny hand ripping throats instead of playing with the green dinosaur Itachi had given him two years ago. That could not happen. It was an impossibility in Itachi's mind. It did not compute.

And there would be no stopping the clan from executing he and Shisui if they knew it was really them. The thought of Shisui dying left him staggering in his run up the stairs to the shrine. That could never happen either. Itachi knew without a doubt that he would completely break; his entire sense of self would go spilling away along with Shisui's lifeblood. Another impossibility.

So that left him with one option, if Shisui really thought to kill the elders in his frustration about the Nine Tails.

He would have to kill every Uchiha, every soul with a wish for war and power. At first, when that thought when across his mind, Itachi nearly lost his dinner on the steps, falling on his hands and knees in a fit of hyperventilation.

But he stilled when images of Shisui's flushed and sweaty face moving above early came into view.

He found his resolve in the possible course his life might take that night when Sasuke's smiling, happy and untainted face soon followed.

He would do what was necessary for the two he loved above all else, and for the village who he was loyal to only after them.

A sickening voice in his head knew the elders of the village would have no qualms with his new found possible plan of action.

But then, when he was still doubting Shisui's sanity and ability absolutely, he heard the orders wafting from the hallway and understood completely that indeed he was the one being stupid.

Shisui had saved the Uchiha, the village and above all stopped a war that would put everything Itachi loved in jeopardy. He had succeeded where Itachi had kept failing, and Itachi had the nerve to doubt him just moments before.

Heavy tears fell from his eyes as he picked up the unconscious form and ran as quickly as he could to their basically shared home. When he finally made it, he collapsed on the futon, still holding on for dear life and let gut splitting sobs overtake him.

"Thank you, Shisui. Thank you thank you thank you thank you…" he repeated the mantra until the sobs stopped and the relief set in.

It was over. For now at least, it was finally over and they could finally sleep without worry of a war come morning.

In the shadows, a figure watched silently as the prodigies dashed out of the shrine a few minutes after the Uchiha elders had stumbled away in a daze.

The figure looked over to the shadow beside him and whispered to the night, "We must report this to Danzou-sama immediately," before they both faded out of existence.

Cliffhangers... I know I'm horrible!

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