Author's Note:
Two chapters in one day! I hope this chapter makes up for the slower pace of the last one. Thank you for reading! Reviews are appreciated.
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The door finally opened and a priest walked in. He had a scar on his chin and he looked mean. The little neko swallowed nervously as the man closed the door and looked at him. He remembered meeting this man a few days ago but didn't know why he was here again.
He walked toward Sasuke, kneeling to look the boy in the eye. "Sweet child, still pure. Yet born of sin." The man's voice was hoarse and he was rubbing himself through his robes. "You've been stirring temptation in good men, boy." He gripped Sasuke's hair, "But we all sin, and may be cleansed by the Lord's grace." The priest made the sign of the cross then lay his hand on Sasuke's head, reciting a blessing.
Once finished he touched himself again through the fabric of his robe. "Turn around, boy." Remembering Orochimaru's warning, Sasuke did as told and turned to face the bed. The man pulled down his little white shorts and pushed him forward so he was leaning over the bed.
He tensed when the man touched his bare butt, kneading the flesh then spreading it. He was breathing heavily behind him, and Sasuke shifted uncomfortably on the bed. Then he ran his fingers across the boy's small entrance, probing gently, making Sasuke's tail puff at the unusual sensation.
He reached his hand around and shoved his fingers into Sasuke's mouth. "Suck," he commanded. Scared, confused and embarrassed, tears ran down Sasuke's face as he obeyed. While he sucked his fingers, the man rubbed against Sasuke from behind, clothed cock rubbing against soft flesh.
Once satisfied, he took his wet fingers and rubbed Sasuke's puckered pink hole, before easing one finger in. The boy cried out and tried to jerk away from the uncomfortable feeling but the priest's grip on his hip stopped him. He squirmed, whimpering as the finger moved in and out. When a second finger was added, the boy started kicking and thrashing, twisting out of the man's grasp. He scrambled up onto the bed, trying to get away from the priest, but large hands gripped his legs and yanked him back violently, throwing him to the ground.
Sasuke was too stunned from the impact to move. The man removed both their clothing then yanked the boy up by his hair, slamming him roughly against the wall. Sasuke slid to the ground, wincing in pain. The man knelt in front of him, gripping his hair again as he forced his head down to his twitching erection. It nudged against the boy's lips, but he tried to pull back, turning his head away until he was roughly backhanded and the cock was shoved into his mouth.
"Don't even think of biting," the man warned. Eyes tearing and snivelling, Sasuke remembered the boy that was beaten for disobeying. But surely even that was better than what the man was doing to him? Anything to make this stop – the man's member was making him choke and he didn't like the taste and he was scared.
Desperate for any way out of the situation, the boy closed his jaw. But as soon as the priest felt the press of teeth his fist connected with the boy's jaw, causing him to open his mouth as he yelped in pain. The priest pulled out of his mouth, cock covered in blood – he had knocked some of the boy's baby teeth out.
Sasuke's vision was spinning and blurry, head ringing and body aching. He watched in a daze as the man walked to the other side of the room, picking something up from the table. He looked longingly at the door, wondering if he would be able to run fast enough to get away from him.
Then all he knew was pain. His screams echoed off the stone walls, keeping the noise inside the room as the man brought the whip down again. His blood and pieces of flesh splattered the wall as the merciless leather bit into his back and sides.
He wasn't sure when he lost consciousness, but when he opened his eyes he was face-down in a pool of red liquid. His back was on fire and he didn't dare move. He barely noticed as the man knelt over him, shoving two fingers roughly inside him. The blood dripping down his back offered some lubrication.
But he did feel when the man started shoving his cock inside him. The pain was extraordinary. He felt like he was being torn into two, split right down the middle. His cries and tears were lost against the blood-stained floor.
He must have passed out again. The man was no longer inside him, instead crouching down near his head, stroking himself and muttering something under his breath – a prayer, perhaps?
The priest gripped him by the shoulders and tried to pull him up, but Sasuke collapsed back to the ground, whimpering in pain. The man hit him again, silencing him. "It was only a few lashes, boy. Nothing more than your daily flagellation. Our Lord endured much worse. Come, now." He pulled him up again onto his knees.
He put his bloody penis in the boy's slack mouth, pumping in and out. Sasuke focused on just breathing, trying not to choke on the blood or the cock. It wasn't long before he tasted a familiar salty liquid and the priest pulled out, spurting onto his face, white mixing with red to make a gruesome cocktail.
The boy collapsed onto the ground as the priest towelled himself off. "You've created quite a mess. I expect better behaviour next time."
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That was only the start of his torment. While upset that his favourite toy was damaged, Orochimaru didn't let that stop him from having his fun with the boy.
When he felt brave enough to fight back he was ruthlessly punished. Sometimes he was punished for fun by some of the clients.
The priest visited many times. He grew to know the man's body and his desires so well they may have been lovers if the circumstances were different.
He wasn't sure when he started to give up, when his will to fight disappeared. Or when he stopped dreaming of freedom.
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As Sasuke fought for control over his breathing, he sought the familiar presence of his Persona, and when he looked up he was in the shadow world. The church was gone, steeple and cross replaced by a giant knotted tree. Massive roots sprung out of the ground all around Sasuke, many of them taller than him. There was an ornate wooden door carved into the tree, and windows scattered along the rough bark. As he craned his neck upwards, he saw what looked like children's bodies hanging from the branches like ripening fruit.
Sasuke felt calmer with Kirin's presence nearby. He could handle the shadow world easier than the real world. He wondered if he should come back here with Naruto. If this was the priest's distortion, they finally had another lead on Orochimaru and he didn't want to risk letting it slip by. He had also told Naruto he would wait for him. But the raw emotions still lingered, the pain this man brought him too close. This was his battle. This was personal. So he walked to the entrance of the tree on his own.
Sasuke stopped just past the large wooden door, eyes open in awe at the sight that met him. The interior of the tree was completely hollow, replaced by a spiralling network of stairs and wooden buildings. An entire village seemed to reside within, shadows flitting along the stairways. Some were dressed as guards and others appeared to be just regular people, but all of them were featureless. Roots bulged up from under his feet, a thick twisting mass that supported the entire structure. Ropey vines reached from the roots all along the inner walls of the tree trunk, criss-crossing overhead as they delivered nutrients to all areas of the village. Some of the roots were so large they had tunnels running through them.
Sasuke made his way cautiously forward, climbing over the jutting roots. He started up one of the winding staircases that led to some wooden houses built on a platform. Similar wooden platforms stretched on seemingly endlessly above him. As he neared the top of the stairs, two shadows turned to him and at the same time morphed into grotesque masses of clawed, squirming flesh. Sasuke called forth Kirin who easily blocked their incoming attacks and countered with a barrage of fireballs, turning the shadows to ash.
As Sasuke watched the piles of ash float away he was reminded of Kabuto. I can't lose this opportunity. When the time came, would he be able to stay his hand and let the priest live for the sake of bringing down Orochimaru?
He continued quietly up the platforms, defeating the shadows he met along the way and using stealth whenever possible. Some of the wooden buildings looked familiar, and he recognized them as re-creations of different places in Tokyo and Konoha.
The meagre sunlight filtering through the cracks in the tree trunk dappled the entire area in shadow. He flitted through the darkness, but before long ran into a dead end. Having to backtrack, he picked another staircase to try. He didn't know what exactly he was looking for, or even where he would find the priest. All the buildings started looking the same after a while. He peered inside a few of them as he passed by. Many of them were empty, but others had shadow children waiting on beds. Shuddering, he jerked away from the sight. The only other beings he ran across were the weaker shadows guarding the place.
He noticed the light shifting and wondered how much time had passed. How long before the service ended? Had anyone noticed his absence? Would they be looking for him?
Starting to feel desperate, he looked down from the high platform he was on, panting from running up the steps. His attention was drawn back to the roiling mass of roots on the ground – and the tunnels leading through them. All this time he had been looking for his target in the village above ground, but the priest was a man who lived and acted in the shadows. Sasuke ran back down to the ground, the flights of steps seeming to lengthen as the light outside continued to dim.
He entered the dark opening in one of the large roots, following the passage downwards. It continued for some time, but he only encountered a handful of shadows along the way. There were torches set at lengthy intervals along the walls, helping guide his way. The tunnel gradually widened before opening into a large underground cavern. Smaller roots ran all along the walls of the cavern, holding the dirt in place and creating a lattice far overhead that light weakly filtered through. Several tunnels spilled out into the large space. In the center of the clearing stood a small chapel, tall and spindly. The dark stained glass windows depicted images of the scarred priest – in battle, preaching, or leading the townsfolk.
A movement drew Sasuke's gaze up to the steeple. Behind an open window stood the shadow of the man that had made his life a living hell. He gazed down at Sasuke before turning and disappearing from sight.
Fists clenched, eyes hard and heart pounding, Sasuke stepped toward the church. The doors swung open in front of him as he approached, creating a gust of wind that whipped up the dirt around him. The diminutive light barely penetrated the dark windows, but there were torches set along pillars running down the nave of the church, providing some light that pushed back weakly against the pressing darkness.
The wooden pews were scattered with shadows, but they didn't move as Sasuke entered, footsteps echoing. Next to the altar was a stand filled with faceless, motionless choir boys. After a moment another set of footsteps echoed against the walls as the priest descended a flight of stairs and stepped to the altar.
He regarded Sasuke as the boy slowly walked up the aisle to confront his tormenter. "You may wear a mask, but I would recognize your body anywhere." His measured words put Sasuke on edge, hair standing on end at the memories associated with that voice. "So you've returned to me, Sasuke."
"I'm here for answers."
"In the end we all turn to the Lord for answers. Are you prepared for your end? It seems fitting. I was your beginning, in a way. Now I will be your end." With surprising speed the priest stepped from behind the altar and charged toward Sasuke. The neko managed to move out of the way, rolling to the side. As he spun back around he called forth Kirin.
The Persona unsheathed its sword as it stood protectively in front of Sasuke. The scarred priest looked on impassively, dark robes blending into the shadows of the chapel. Sasuke made the first move, directing Kirin forward to attack his nightmare. The priest dodged the swinging sword, twisting and side-stepping, light on his feet. Frustrated at being unable to land a blow, Sasuke had Kirin pull back and bellow out a wall of flames, too large to be able to dodge. The fire dissipated to reveal two of the shadows seated on the pews now standing in front of the priest. The shadows collapsed into a pile of ash as the man stepped forward unharmed, walking slowly toward the neko.
A blade of lightning shot forth in the blink of an eye, too quickly for the priest to dodge. The blade pierced his shoulder, but rather than show shock or pain, the priest's face remained impassive. The blade disappeared, and the hole in the man's shoulder seemed to disappear with it. There wasn't even a scratch on the man's black robes.
"That's impossible!" Another blade of lightning lit up the small space, piercing the priest's chest. But when it disappeared the man was again unharmed. Sasuke stepped backwards as the priest continued walking towards him, "What are you? How is that possible?"
"I am this city's guiding light, its protector." Stepping back, Sasuke felt the edge of the wooden pew against his legs. "The Lord moves through me, and I move with His will. You cannot harm me."
The motionless shadows began to stir behind him and he shot a panicked glance around him, looking for a way to escape. The priest was in the aisle in front of him, between him and the exit. He had to stall for time. "How do you know my real name, and my father?"
"I am the voice of God, and He speaks through me. You may have your answers, then meet your end." The man stopped his advance, but the shadows behind Sasuke started to slowly creep forward.
"Your father is a blight on this city. He schemes for power but is not worthy of it. I discovered you were his son through chance – a dinner invitation I could not refuse. I saw your picture there." The man looked at Sasuke thoughtfully. "I believe now the Lord delivered you to me to cleanse you of your father's sins."
"Cleanse? That's not …" rage flared up again at the painful memories. "What you did to me …" Sasuke choked back angry tears. He had to remember his goal. He couldn't repeat what happened with Kabuto.
The shadows inched closer behind him. Turning abruptly, he ran towards the stairs behind the altar, remembering the open window he had seen from outside. But as he approached the altar, the choir boys all turned their heads simultaneously towards him. One by one they sprang to life, small faces twisting with demonic smiles as they charged towards him.
Sasuke stopped in his tracks, whirling around only to see the shadows rising from the wooden pews and slowly trekking towards him. And in the middle of the aisle, highlighted by the torchlight, stood the scarred priest. Sasuke's eyes settled on his as the familiar feeling of powerlessness in the presence of this man flooded over him.
Children's laughter filled the chapel as the little shadows attacked Kirin. Their nails elongated into claws and they viciously tore at the Persona. Kirin fended off as many of the children as he could, but there were too many. Sasuke winced, feeling his Persona's pain as the claws dug into him.
They were trapped, surrounded. I shouldn't have come here alone. Paralyzing doubt crept through his body.
He watched helplessly as the shadows grabbed him, dragging him forward mercilessly toward the priest. It's happening again, he thought as he remembered being dragged into a room with this man four years ago.
The shadows stopped when they reached the priest, but kept their hold on Sasuke. He could see the familiar bulge in his robes where the man's erection pressed against the heavy fabric. The man reached out to lay a hand on his head as he blessed him, as he always did as a part of his twisted rituals.
"Dear Lord, let Your blessing come upon this child as I cleanse him of his depravity. May his body and its punishment be a sign of Christ's promise to bring him salvation."
The same words spoken time and again. Tears ran down the boy's cheeks as his nightmares came to life.
The man's hand stroked down his face then crept across to his shoulder. He pushed down and the shadows tugged Sasuke down onto his knees. He stared up at the priest, framed by the gruesome scenes depicted in the stained glass windows reaching high above them. He felt Kirin weakening as the shadow children climbed on him, causing him to stagger with their weight before collapsing onto the ground.
The priest removed his bruising grip from Sasuke's shoulder and lifted aside his robes to reveal his erection. It bobbed lewdly in front of the kneeling boy as the shadows pushed his head forward. Sasuke closed his eyes, trying to block out the image and the emotions. Vague thoughts tumbled around his head as the warm flesh nudged against his lips. His training started to take over and he obligingly brought his tongue out to lap at the priest's cock. He knew the consequences of disobeying.
He felt the familiar numbness come over him as he dissociated from the present. He was drifting away from the laughing children, away from the salty taste on his tongue, away from the chapel. His awareness of what was happening around him became muted, pushed aside by thoughts of a better past and an imaginary future. Anywhere but the present.
"The present is all we have." The memory drifted through the fog of his mind, coming into sharp relief. Kakashi's voice rang clear, "Terrible things have happened to you in the past, and the future is in no one's control. But you control the outcome of this moment. The present is all we have."
He wrenched away from the man, pulling against the shadows. I won't take this! He felt Kirin continue to struggle under the laughing, clawing, distorted children. No matter what happens, I'll fight! He looked up at the priest, who stared down at the boy with a dark fury on his scarred face. The shadows gripped tighter, making him cry out as his head was yanked forward by his hair. As his head was brought toward the engorged cock, he defiantly turned his head to the side, which was met with a vicious backhand across his face, making his ears ring. Even so he continued to struggle, using the stinging pain as fuel to anchor him to this moment in time, lest he slip away again to the past or future.
He felt a surge of energy from Kirin, and for a moment it felt as if they were alone. No words were exchanged, yet he felt a deeper connection to the being as he comprehended his pain and the Persona acknowledged his struggle. The moment passed but Sasuke felt lighter. And he knew he wasn't alone in this darker world.
"You control the outcome of this moment."
The sound of a thousand birds chirping filled the chapel as lightning erupted all around the Persona – from his hands, feet, and body. The shadow children were flung off of him, several turning to dust. The rest picked themselves up and turned once more to face the Persona, but it was already heading toward Sasuke. The priest put his robes back in place and the shadows holding Sasuke released him and turned to face the approaching Persona, still swathed with bright blue flashes of electricity. It charged straight into the shadows, blue sparks pushing them back.
As Sasuke got to his feet he looked again at the priest. The man had sustained no injuries, and hadn't even morphed into his distorted form. The choir boys were running towards them and the other shadows were headed back towards them.
But the path to the door was clear.
What should he do? He could escape back to safety and return later. But what if there were even more shadows next time? What if the priest were no longer there?
Or he could stay and fight, but the odds were stacked against him. He could be hurt, or even killed.
Mind made up, he dashed to the door of the chapel and back out into the root tunnels. It was darker out now but Sasuke remembered the way forward. He raced back through the tunnels, meeting no opposition as he had already cleared it of shadows.
The darkness fell away around him as he emerged back into the strange village. Children's laughter echoed in the tunnel behind him, getting closer. He ran up a set of steps he had gone up before, leading to a large platform circling around a thick rope of vines.
The priest stepped out of the tunnel amid a swarm of shadows, spotting the neko immediately. They headed up the stairs toward him, the smaller creatures racing ahead – and making a perfect target.
Kirin unleashed a barrage of flames down the steps, swallowing the shadows up. The nimble ones in front took the brunt of the damage, screeching as they turned to ash. The priest paused in his advance, eyes locking with Sasuke. The neko stared back, face set with determination. He would stand and fight, but on his own terms.
The larger shadows hung back as the priest continued up the steps alone. "You know the consequences of disobeying, child."
"Yes. And I know the consequences of obeying."
As the man stepped onto the platform, Kirin shot forth a blade of lightning, piercing through the priest and embedding into one of the houses behind him.
"You know that will not work," he said as he looked down at the sparking blade sticking out of his chest.
The village filled with the sound of chirping birds as Kirin was enveloped in electricity. He charged towards the priest, who tried to step away but was pinned by the blade still embedded in his chest.
The man's body seemed to expand as Kirin slammed into him. The blue lightning enveloped the shadow's body, causing it to twist and morph, flesh bubbling up as half-melted faces writhed out of the man's body. His entire body was littered with spinning eyes and mouths crying out – a mass of body parts that looked like they had been absorbed into the man.
As the last of the lightning danced across the priest's body, several of the tormented faces turned to ash and fell off the distorted shadow. It turned snarling towards Sasuke, lunging forward with incredible speed and slamming the boy into one of the wooden houses which collapsed with the impact. Seeing a fist descending towards him, the dazed neko rolled out of the way as it smashed down into the ground, but wasn't quick enough to avoid the second blow. He cried out as a hand closed around his throat and squeezed, lifting him up and slamming him back down.
His vision swam with stars at the impact, but he focused on the pull of his Persona and the shadow released its grip as it turned to defend against Kirin's fists and kicks.
The two danced among the wreckage, but it was apparent that Kirin was tiring. Sasuke's ears were ringing and he struggled to balance as he stood.
The faces melted into the priest were disappearing one-by-one as they exchanged blows. Kirin was approaching the limits of his strength. He just needed enough for one more attack. Sasuke prayed it would be enough.
Mustering his energy and focus, he waited for one of Kirin's blows to land again on the priest. But as the shadow showed no sign of tiring, Sasuke knew what he had to do.
He let the man's clawed blows connect with Kirin – again, and again. Sasuke gritted his teeth as he felt the Persona's pain. The shadow was in a frenzy, fixated by its bloodlust on the helpless being in front of it.
Gripping one of the splintered pieces from the wooden house, Sasuke approached from behind the shadow. He raised the stake high above his head then drove it down into the shadow's neck. Roaring, it whirled around, fist splitting the boy's lip open. He used the last of his strength for another explosion of lightning, enveloping the platform. The sparks pierced the priest who screamed as his borrowed lives were destroyed.
Sasuke collapsed onto his knees as Kirin faded away, energy spent. He looked up to see the priest standing in front of him. The man was panting, hunched over as he clutched his neck and shoulder, scarred face flickering as his distortion sought to maintain control.
He limped toward the kneeling boy, hand rising than falling rapidly to strike Sasuke.
The blow echoed in the village, followed by laughter. A smile spread across Sasuke's face, teeth stained with blood, "Is that supposed to hurt?"
The priest looked at him a moment, then smirked. He turned his head toward the stairs, where shadows were slowly advancing.
Sasuke's face paled. He had forgotten about the other shadows.
He looked back up at the priest's smirking face. The distortion was still struggling to maintain its control. He was so close. If he could bring down the priest's distortion, the others would follow.
He reached out to Kirin – but felt nothing. The Persona had used up all its strength.
The shadows were at the top of the steps now.
But he wouldn't let it end like this. He would control the outcome of this moment.
"You were right," he said to the priest. "In a way you were my beginning. And this will be my end. The end of the boy I used to be – the one that gave up."
He leapt forward, arms wrapping around the priest as he pushed them off the platform, a final embrace. He saw the distortion's eyes open wide as they plunged to the ground.
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Sasuke hurtled forward onto wet grass, moisture soaking into his yukata from the ground and from the falling rain.
I made it.
The shadow world had dissolved into blackness around them as they fell, wooden village fading into mist as he closed his eyes to meet his fate. He wasn't sure how he was alive right now, but he wasn't about to question it. The raindrops felt real. He turned his face up gratefully toward the rain, letting it wash away the blood on his lips. But he still couldn't get the bitter taste of the priest's dripping erection out of his mouth.
He got to his feet and stumbled forward, collapsing against a nearby willow tree. He sank to the ground, back against the rough bark as he looked out past the weeping foliage. The tree blocked some of the downpour, but the rain still found its way through the delicate leaves. He was in the grounds behind the church. The old building stood close behind him, a nearby window pouring its coloured light onto the wet grass. He was grateful he was blocked from view by the tree, and that it was dark out from the heavy clouds – how would he explain this? He imagined the look on his father's face if he walked in soaking wet.
The lawn was well-maintained and there was a flowerbed close by next to the tree. He watched the warm rain fall onto the colourful petals in the dim light. From the sounds coming from the building he could tell the service was over. Everyone must be visiting with each other. He wondered what had become of the priest.
The sound of footsteps approaching drew his attention. He looked up to see his brother walking towards him, warding off the rain with an umbrella.
"Sasuke? Is everything ok?"
"I'm fine." He kept his voice flat, trying to stop the turmoil and mess of emotions from leaking out. "The service, is it…?"
"The priest just finished the service abruptly then left. Why did you leave? Why are you out here in the rain?" He crouched down next to Sasuke and held his umbrella over the smaller boy. "What happened to your lip?" he ignored the rain soaking into his clothes and hair as he waited patiently for an answer.
"I wasn't feeling well. I needed fresh air, and I fell." It wasn't truly a lie, but it still would have been more convincing if his voice didn't crack. The emotions of the past hour left him drained and unable to maintain his mask any longer.
Itachi brushed Sasuke's hair off his forehead then felt his head for a fever. "You don't have a fever," he murmured. He ran his hand through the boy's hair, "Do you feel nauseous? Are you hurting anywhere?"
Sasuke leaned into his touch, willing it to wipe away the feel of the priest's hands. "Create new memories," Kakashi had said. He wanted to remember this, remember how Itachi's warm callused hand felt as it cupped the side of his face. He nodded in response to his brother's question.
"Where does it hurt?"
He let the emotions win and tears crept out of his eyes. He thought the rain might hide them, but nothing got past Itachi. His brows drew together in concern, "Sasuke? What's wrong?"
He wanted the taste of the priest, of the past, out of his mouth. He leaned forward and pressed his lips against Itachi's, grasping the front of his dark blue yukata to stop him from pulling back. He pushed his tongue forward roughly, wanting better access to his brother and the memory of their previous kiss. Itachi jerked back but was stopped by Sasuke's grip. After another moment's hesitation he opened his mouth and Sasuke desperately dove in, savouring the taste of communion wine in his mouth.
He finally pulled back, lips swollen and moist. Itachi was panting heavily, pupils dilated and face flushed. There was a tenderness in his eyes, and a hunger. Sasuke wanted it to devour him, devour his nightmares. The rain fell around them, muted voices in the background as their breaths mingled.
"What are you doing, Otouto?" His tone was strained, as if he were in pain.
"Help me," his voice was worn, hoarse. "Help me, Aniki. Help me erase the memories." He didn't want to feel the priest's hands, the hands of countless others on him anymore.
"Sasuke, this isn't right." He leaned forward slightly despite his words, drawn to the younger's shaking body. "You're not thinking straight." His voice was barely a whisper against his lips.
In answer Sasuke closed the space between them, locking their lips together once more. Just give in. As if responding to his thought, Itachi only hesitated a moment before his tongue pushed back against Sasuke's, claiming entry into his mouth. The umbrella fell to the ground forgotten as Itachi ran his fingers through the younger boy's damp hair. Needing to be closer to his warmth, Sasuke pushed him down to sit against the tree and straddled him, knees pressing into the soft ground. His breathing was ragged, heart pounding – he had done this so many times before, but never of his own free will. Everything felt heightened, as if he were feeling everything for the first time.
Itachi's arms wrapped around him, hands running down his back as he pulled him in close. Desperate for the feel of flesh, Sasuke slipped his hands into the opening of his brother's yukata. His hands roamed over Itachi's chest finding the hard nipples. Itachi bucked his hips upwards and Sasuke could feel his erection pressing into him.
His hands tugged at the elder's obi, wanting more access, but Itachi caught his hands and stopped him, shaking his head. "We can't do this, Otouto."
"I need to." Just use me like you want to.
"You're still a child. You're my brother. You –"
Sasuke's breath ghosted across his ear as he leaned forward suddenly. "Aniki, I want you inside me. I want you now." I know you've thought about it. Just give in. He punctuated his words by rocking his hips downwards on Itachi's lap, making his brother moan softly against his neck. He repeated the motion, and Itachi's head fell back against the tree, lidded eyes locked onto Sasuke's.
Itachi lifted Sasuke up, gripping his ass, and suddenly Sasuke was on his back in the wet grass. His brother leaned over him, the willow overhead. He bent down and kissed him. Sasuke reached his hands up, tangling in Itachi's hair and tugging the elastic out to let his damp hair cascade around him as it fell through his fingers.
As Itachi pulled back, Sasuke followed his lips, moaning his displeasure at the lack of contact. He looked up at his brother with pleading eyes as their clothed erections rubbed together. "Aniki," he panted, face flushed, "Please." It was all he could manage to get out between his breaths.
Eyes still tormented by conflict and wine, Itachi obliged and caught his mouth in a kiss, tongues sliding together. He trailed kisses along the side of the younger's jaw, down his wet neck. The boy squirmed and bucked his hips upwards, making Itachi hiss and nip at his neck.
Sasuke was moaning loudly, forgetting about everything around them. The noises he was making were beyond anything Itachi's mind could have conjured up, making his erection throb painfully. I have to stop, he thought frantically. But, gods, you make me feel human.
Desperate, trembling hands slid across wet skin as the fabric keeping their bodies apart was pushed aside. The rain did nothing to cool their burning flesh. Sasuke wasn't sure if it was water or sweat between their bodies.
His brother's bare erection rubbed against his, making Sasuke cry out as he tossed his head backwards against the ground. Itachi immediately descended on his throat, biting and sucking as if starving as he continued rocking his hips against his younger brother. His yukata was splayed open, hanging off his shoulders and he sat back to shrug it off. He looked down at Sasuke lying underneath him. The boy's mouth was open, brows drawn together as he whimpered at the loss of contact. Rain drops slid across his pale skin which seemed to glow against the soft blue-violet fabric lying underneath him.
Itachi's engorged cock was a violent shade of red as it lay twitching over the younger's body. He let his hungry eyes roam downward, licking his lips and swallowing hard as he let the image of the boy's erection fill in the gaps of eight years of his fantasies. Just one taste…
Panting open-mouthed, Sasuke watched the losing battle in his brother's eyes. Itachi slowly lowered his head, eyes glued to his, and took his erection in his mouth, tongue swirling around the pink tip before taking it in to the base. Sasuke's head fell back and he groaned loudly at the sensation of the hot mouth around him. His legs spread involuntarily as the words kept falling out of his mouth, Please Aniki. Itachi's head bobbed on his cock, throat spasming as the back of it was struck.
He slid out of his brother's mouth with a pop, a string of saliva connecting Itachi's open mouth and Sasuke's dripping, throbbing erection. His aniki's tongue slid out again, lapping up the precum and raindrops.
But the boy rocked his hips impatiently, squirming in the wet dirt and whimpering with need, legs splayed. His tail reached around to flick at Itachi's face.
Itachi finally complied, proving he was, after all, only human. He ran his fingers across Sasuke's entrance, toying with the tight ring of muscle as he watched the boy in morbid fascination as if in a trance. As his own desire grew unbearably painful, he slid a finger into the tight heat, moaning quietly at the noises the boy was making. He added another finger and Sasuke pushed his hips downwards to push them in all the way.
He rocked his hips, body arching up and tail puffing as he fucked himself on his brother's fingers, twisting so they probed against the sweet spot inside him. Precum was coming out in a steady stream now, and Itachi leaned forward to lick it up, delirious from the taste of his brother.
Then he could wait no longer. He removed his fingers and knelt between Sasuke's legs, leaning down to kiss him before lining up the tip of his cock with his brother's hole, Sasuke reaching around to spread himself.
The boy cried out as the head of Itachi's cock pushed into the soft warmth. Itachi's head fell back, rain hitting his face as he savoured the sensations. The feel of his brother's ass clenching around him, the sound of his moans, better than anything he could have imagined, the smell of the fresh wet earth and spring rain.
He looked back down, eyes locked on Sasuke's as his cock sank deeper inside of him.
But for Sasuke, Itachi was going painfully slow. He wanted him to shove inside him and fuck him hard into the ground, fuck away any semblance of rational thought. He arched up off the ground, and Itachi slammed into the hungry boy.
He braced his hands on either side of Sasuke's head as he started thrusting in and out of the sweet heat, feral eyes locked on Sasuke's flushed face. Rain and sweat mingled and dripped down his body onto the boy beneath him.
Their lips locked again, panting breaths mingling as they rutted in the dirt behind the church, all sense of time and location lost.
Sasuke started pumping his erection to the same steady rhythm that Itachi was fucking him. He craned his head up, wanting to taste his mouth again, the speed of his strokes increasing as Itachi's tongue roved around his mouth.
Itachi pulled out of Sasuke, watching as he thrust back inside hard and fast. Out again, and in. Sasuke was frantically stroking himself, toes curling.
Itachi felt the boy tighten around him, watched as his cock pulsated and cum spurted onto his belly. He thrust rapidly, savouring the sensation of the boy's spasming body, grabbing his still dripping cock, fingers intertwining.
He looked at Sasuke as he came inside him – the boy's eyes were half-closed, face slack. He caught his mouth in a tender kiss, pressing against him as he rode out the waves of his orgasm.
They lay there for a while afterwards, Itachi's hands in Sasuke's hair as he breathed against the boy's neck, Sasuke's legs wrapped around Itachi's hips. The welcome rain fell on their hot bodies as their breathing slowed.
Suddenly remembering where they were, Itachi pulled out of Sasuke, kneeling as he looked at his Otouto. The boy's cheeks were flushed pink, eyes drooping, legs splayed on his yukata. Rain was washing the thick pearly liquid off his stomach and falling through his wet, wild hair. As he shifted, Itachi watched his cum drip out of the boy's ass onto the yukata. His cock stirred again at the sight but he ignored it, knowing they could be discovered any moment, as tendrils of guilt and shame reached up his back and around his throat.
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