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Sasuke leaned heavily against Itachi as he struggled to stay awake. His brother's arm around him supported him as they stood swaying with the motion of the train. He shivered and pressed closer to his brother's body – his wet yukata had drained his own body of warmth.
A few glances had followed them onto the train, drenched from the rain in their traditional clothing. But for the most part everyone minded their own business, absorbed in their phone or staring out at the rainfall, lost to their own thoughts. Itachi looked down at his own phone, texting their mother to say they were returning to the cafe.
Luckily a seat opened up and Itachi directed Sasuke to it. He sat down heavily, thoroughly exhausted, while Itachi looked on, face unreadable. Before long the boy dozed off, waking several stops later when Itachi gently shook him. "We're the next stop." He got to his feet, legs wobbling, and followed the elder to the exit.
They stepped back out into the rain, now a light drizzle. The cafe wasn't far from the station, but to Sasuke the distance seemed endless. His muscles were aching, mind exhausted, and every step he took on the wet pavement took all his effort and focus. His legs shook again and he thought they were going to give out, but Itachi's strong arms wrapped around him as he stumbled, holding him up.
He let his head fall against the elder's chest as they stood in the rain. Itachi's lips pressed to his forehead, hand running through his hair. "Why are you so tired, Otouto?"
Sasuke pressed into his brother's warmth. What could he say? He almost burst into laughter as he pictured telling Itachi he spent all his energy fighting a shadow. "I'm just … not feeling well."
He managed to survive the rest of the trek home and the climb up the stairs into the loft. Once in the familiar space he gratefully sank to the ground and gave in to Itachi's ministrations.
The elder stripped off their wet clothing, wrapping his brother in a towel as he used to when they were young. The boy was now shivering violently, drawing the thick towel close around himself. Itachi carried him to the bed, wrapping the blanket and his arms around the smaller body. Sasuke pressed into the soft covers and Itachi's warm body, instantly falling asleep, wet hair and pointed ears tickling Itachi's cheek as he watched him drift away, pulling his own eyelids down along with him.
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Itachi woke with a start. When he felt the naked body pressed against him, he at first thought he finally succumbed to his twisted desires and molested the boy. Panicked, he shot out of bed.
But as the thick fog of sleep fell away, the memory of the churchyard returned. He breathed a sigh of relief, before his eyebrows drew together again in concern as the reality of the situation sunk in.
A think cloud of guilt crept over him. He had resolved not to act on these desires. Yet he had given in so easily. He thought of Sasuke's desperate touches, his words. Help me erase the memories. His breath hitched as he considered the implications. Whatever memories Sasuke was trying to escape, was this a healthy way to do so? He watched the boy, sunk deep into the covers and the embrace of sleep. How would he face him in the morning, when rational thought returned? What if the boy hated him? Had he taken advantage of him?
Yet a part of him didn't care – not about the implications of their actions, or what the morning would bring. As long as he could wake to see the day dawning on the little raven next to him.
But was that what Sasuke wanted? Was that what was best for the boy?
Choked by guilt, he turned away from his dilemma. He reached for the phone that had woken him. He couldn't afford to be distracted by such thoughts right now. Quickly dressing, he quietly left his sleeping brother and his doubts behind as he slipped into the night.
There was work to do.
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The obnoxious ring of his phone jarred Sasuke out of his dreamless sleep. Trying to ignore the noise, he pulled the covers over his head and nestled deeper into the warm bed.
But after a minute the phone rang again. He could only think of one person that would be so persistent in irritating him. Cursing, he flung the covers aside and stumbled out of bed.
Why am I naked? There was a familiar dull ache in his lower back, and his body felt drained as it struggled to stay upright. He tried to shake away the sleepy fog slowing down his mental faculties.
"What do you want, dobe?" He snapped as he answered the phone.
"I've been trying to call you all morning! Did you go without me?"
"What?" Sasuke slurred as he tried to understand what Naruto was saying. Go … go to the shadow world? How did he know? The priest –
Sasuke's eyes snapped wide open as the last tendrils of sleep were burned away by yesterday's memories. The wedding … the priest …
Itachi.
His thoughts whirled as he remembered, Naruto's voice fading to a faint echo.
"What…" he tried to focus on his friend's words, "What were you saying?"
"I said," Naruto sounded slightly panicked, "There's a news report that someone was found unconscious three days ago and died last night… It's just like Kabuto. And now another comatose body has been found."
Three days ago … so it wasn't the priest then. He wondered if the man's shadow had survived the fall.
"What – you think it was me? Why the hell would I do that?"
"That means … someone else is using the shadow world."
"Who was it? Who died?"
"Some politician. Ward 3 counsellor, I think they said. I didn't catch the full name."
"And the unconscious man?"
"Another politician. Just look it up."
Sasuke let out a relieved sigh. Not the priest, then. "Where are you?"
"I'm at home. Where are you?"
"Cafe."
"Be there in 20 minutes."
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Sasuke gratefully showered, scrubbing away the smell of rain, dirt, and sex. He tried to make sense of the mess of thoughts whirling in his head.
What had become of the priest? Itachi said he finished the service abruptly then left. That was right before …
His throat suddenly felt tight as he remembered kissing Itachi, pushing him to the ground into the mud with him, the feel of his chest, and his lips wrapping around him.
And his brother inside him. Sasuke's breathing turned shallow as he remembered the elder's body pressed against him, panting and thrusting…
Where was Itachi now? The train ride and walk home was a blur, but he remembered falling asleep next to him on the bed. Or had he just imagined that? Wishful thinking?
What was Itachi thinking right now?
Pushing down the sudden wave of uncertainty, he focused instead on what Naruto had told him. Bodies appearing just like Kabuto. Was it a coincidence?
He lost track of time in the shower, drawn back to the present only when the water started cooling. He had just enough time to hastily dress before a loud pounding on the front door announced Naruto's arrival.
The blonde boy had a serious look on his face that morning. He made to enter the loft but Sasuke wanted to go down to the cafe. "Let's go get something to drink." He wanted to see if Itachi was there.
His shoulders slumped in disappointment when he stepped into the aromatic cafe. The warm space seemed empty without the familiar face of his brother behind the coffee bar, long hair up in a high bun.
As they sipped on their drinks in one of the comfy booths, Sasuke eyed his phone. He scrolled through the contacts – he only had four – finger hovering over his brother's name. Would he want to talk to him?
Before he could decide to dial the number, Naruto's voice drew his attention away from his dilemma. "Both these guys were politicians, right? Do you think it's related to that building we saw with all those ballot boxes? There's a pretty big election coming up too…"
"What if someone's using the shadow world to try to win?" Sasuke finished Naruto's line of thinking.
Naruto leaned back against the seat. "This is crazy… We need to check that building out."
"Do you remember where it was?"
"Yeah, I can get us back there."
"Alright," the boys drained their warm drinks, "Let's go." He would have to find Itachi later.
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An hour later, the two nekos stood at the edge of a cliff, where the road abruptly fell away. Rising from the chasm below them was the spiralling building they had stumbled across after fighting the shadow Kabuto.
It hadn't been hard to find the place again. They went downtown close to where they remembered exiting the shadow world, finding a secluded back alley to make the transition into the darker world. They found themselves in a heavy fog, refracting the light in strange patterns around them and creating muted echoes out of their voices. The light seemed to be brighter to their left so they headed in that direction.
Sasuke strained his eyes to see into the fog, trying to make sure he didn't trip over anything. His ears swivelled around, searching for any noise that could indicate an approaching foe.
Had he not been focused on the ground, he would have fallen straight into the chasm that appeared suddenly in the pavement in front of them. They circled the gaping hole, but found no way down. They returned to the real world, retracing their steps to where the building was in the shadow world.
This led them to an unassuming office building several storeys high, with a reflective glass exterior and little indication of what was inside. They slipped back into the shadow world, but appeared again on the same cliff, no closer to the distorted tower than before.
Next time they got even closer to the office building, standing right next to it. And still they appeared at the top of the cliff, their destination far below them.
"That's impossible." Naruto growled. "How the hell does that make sense?" He glared down at the offending cliff.
"Maybe we're just not close enough."
"We were right by the building. How much closer can we get? … How much closer…" His eyes lit up as he suddenly turned to Sasuke. "Hey, we can enter this world from anywhere on the other side, right?"
"I think so."
"What if we enter from inside the building?"
The two looked at each other. Sasuke was surprised at the idea, even more so because it had come from Naruto.
They raced back to the exit into the real world, eager to try out their theory.
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Itachi wanted to smash the piano on its platform in the cafe. He did not have violent tendencies, but he was dangerously close to taking a chair and bringing it down on the offensive mahogany creature. He longed to see it splinter and crack, ivory keys clattering to the ground.
"A large vanilla latte, skim milk."
He snapped his attention back to the bar, obligingly grabbing a large cup to prepare the beverage as another employee processed the payment, chattering happily with the customer. Itachi did not enjoy working on till – too much talking involved.
He tried to focus on the espresso machine in front of him, and not the man seated at the piano. He gripped the grinder, tamping it as the pianist continued to pluck out the slow melody. A burst of freshly ground beans struck his senses but could not fully distract him from the overbearingly melancholy tune resonating throughout the cafe.
Why play something so sombre? The rain was bad enough, already bringing down everyone's mood, and now the piano was slowly clawing a hole in his chest.
He thought of the rain falling on Sasuke's bare skin, hand shaking as he added the ground beans to the espresso machine. The tempo of the music picked up as the machine extracted the essence out of the beans, depositing a fresh shot into the cup. It was a beautiful machine, a Rancilio that Itachi had for three years now. It was like an old friend. He knew all its flaws and how to work it perfectly, roasting to a perfection each handful of beans. The beans themselves were excellent – Columbian, shade-grown with aromatic cocoa notes and low acidity. They were worthy of the espresso machine that turned them into a perfect beverage every time. The machine had never let him down.
The way I let him down. He gripped the cup as he turned around in sync with the music, adding in the steamed skim milk and fresh vanilla bean extract. The piano was reaching a crescendo and Itachi felt sick. He whirled around to grab a lid, pressing it down onto the to-go cup with more force than necessary as the keys tumbled under the pianist's torturous fingers. The now-frantic tune evoked images of the boy underneath him on the ground, and his traitorous body taking advantage of the 13-year-old. Fucking him.
He passed the drink to the waiting customer, gripping the counter tightly as he tried to calm his racing thoughts. He closed his eyes, but the slowing tune made the sound of the rain more audible, just as it had sounded falling around them last night…
His eyes snapped open and he glanced at his phone – no reply yet. He looked once again toward the entrance. Sasuke had already gone by the time Itachi returned to the cafe, and hadn't returned yet.
Why would he return? He pushed that thought aside as he turned back around to prepare the next drink. In the small space behind the bar, amidst the other employees and equipment, his movements were a parody of a dance to the lilting piano. Every time he managed to distract himself from his troubled thoughts, the music or the sound of rain or a desperate glance toward the door would remind him of his mistake.
He shook his head at that thought. Mistake. You could move forward from mistakes. Mistakes could be fixed.
How the hell was he supposed to fix this?
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The lobby inside the building was neat and tidy, not luxurious but not threadbare. There were a few elevators at the far end of the well-lit space, tended by a porter. A few office workers streamed in past them, using key cards to access the elevator. They needed to find a secluded spot to go into the shadow world, but the lobby was too well-lit and busy to safely make the transition.
"Can I help you?" The receptionist eyed the two nekos with distaste dripping from her voice. Naruto unleashed his brightest smile on the unpleasant woman as they approached the desk. "We just needed a moment out of the rain to find our way. We got lost."
"Oh. Where are you trying to go? I can provide directions so you can be on your way."
Naruto dug around in his pockets, Sasuke looking on in amusement. "I thought I had the address right here … I must have lost it!" He laughed as the receptionist drummed her fingers impatiently on the desk.
Sasuke leaned forward, joining in the charade. "I'm – I'm not feeling too great. Please, ma'am, can I use the bathroom?"
The lady looked at him coolly. "There are no public toilets here."
"He's really sick! We were headed to a doctor's appointment just now. A specialist, downtown." Naruto leaned in closer to the lady as Sasuke doubled over, "His other doctors don't know what's wrong with him, so they're sending him to this specialist. I hope we're not so late that they cancel the appointment. He had to wait weeks to get in to see this guy."
Sasuke groaned in pain as he slid to the ground.
"See, the thing is…" Naruto lowered his voice, "He wets himself."
What?
Sasuke peered upwards, silently transmitting his murderous intent to the blonde.
"All the time. It just happens all of a sudden. He'll be like this, then before you know it he'll be having a splash."
"Oh…oh my." The receptionist peered over the edge of the desk at the mortified neko. "Well, I suppose –" The phone on the desk suddenly started ringing, making the woman jump before she grabbed the receiver. "Yes … yes, sir… Right away." When she hung up she looked from Naruto to Sasuke and back again, then stood up and backed away. "I'm sorry! I need to attend to something! I'm sorry but I can't help your friend. I have to ask you to leave."
"Wait, we just need –" but Naruto's protest died away as the lady turned and fled down a locked corridor, her message clear: not my problem.
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"Ow! Ah… I'm sorry!" The blonde took his punches, knowing he had earned them. Sasuke hit him one more time for good measure, then turned back around to glare at the elusive office building.
The rain had soaked his hair, dripping down past the edge of his rain coat onto his clothing. A few hours had passed, and they were disappointed and disgruntled. Naruto gingerly rubbed his arm where Sasuke had railed on him, then rubbed his rumbling stomach. "Let's go get something to eat, and figure out a way in later."
"Yeah…" Sasuke glanced at his phone – and froze when he saw Itachi's message from two hours ago.
Did you go home? We need to talk.
"What's wrong?" he looked up to meet Naruto's concerned gaze.
"I have to go. We'll have to come back another day." His friend didn't question him, only nodded slowly before leading them back to the train station.
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Sasuke stepped into the cafe, wondering what to say to his brother. He felt absurdly small, like a termite crawling through filth. He glanced toward the coffee bar and met Itachi's gaze. After a moment, his brother looked away to finish the drink he was making, and Sasuke walked up into the loft to wait for him.
He stood by the window, looking out onto the street below. Weak light filtered through the windows currently being bombarded by rain. His raincoat was still on, dripping onto the polished floor, creating a small puddle. He didn't know if he should take it off. He imagined Itachi's face twisting in disgust as he shoved him back outside.
Before long the door opened, Sasuke turning at the noise. Itachi regarded him for a moment, expression unreadable. "I'll make some tea."
Well, at least he wasn't disposing of him right away. He watched his brother as he walked into the kitchen, flicking on the light. He calmly set the kettle, and placed the tea in the pot. Sasuke looked on as his skilled hands tipped the teapot just enough to let a stream of steaming tea pour into the cups, not spilling a single drop. His eyes were focused on their task, face unreadable behind the rising steam.
A thousand scenarios were running through the neko's head as Itachi set the china cups in their saucers and brought them over to the coffee table. He stood for a moment by the sofa, looking out the window before sighing and turning to look at the younger boy.
Sasuke swallowed, suddenly nervous under the man's scrutinizing gaze. He was painfully aware of the puddle of water seeping into the floorboards underneath him, and his damp hair plastered to his face. He licked his lips as he searched for his voice. "Aniki…" Itachi waited, but Sasuke couldn't think of what else to say. What else was there to say? The word encompassed it all.
That word also seemed to break Itachi's mask. Suddenly he looked tired, more tired than Sasuke had ever seen him. He sat down heavily on the sofa, head in his hand. Sasuke hesitated a moment then let his raincoat drop to the ground, adding to the puddle. He sat next to his brother, watching the steam rise from the cups. He wanted to reach out and touch him, longed for the comfort his touch held, but he had no way of knowing what Itachi was thinking. Was he disgusted? Did he think he was depraved? The priest's words echoed around his mind.
Instead of reaching for Itachi, Sasuke gripped the teacup, lifting it to his mouth. The liquid was too hot and stung his lips. He held the cup there a moment, wondering if he should take a sip and let it burn him. His lip started to throb under the heat of the cup, as if mocking him, the burning liquid emulating the aching desire on his lips.
Itachi's hand on his wrist forced the cup away from his mouth. He met his brother's worried gaze, let him take the teacup from his hands. Itachi frowned as he felt how hot the cup was. "You'll burn yourself, Otouto." He looked at the welt forming on Sasuke's lower lip.
"Kiss it better?" As soon as the words left his mouth he blushed, gulping loudly. Sasuke didn't know what possessed him – the same desperation from yesterday? Maybe the madness of his life was making him go insane. He took in the look of surprise and horror on the elder's face, breath caught in his throat as he waited for a reply. Say it. Just say it. Do you hate me?
He was not expecting Itachi's response. "Forgive me, Sasuke. I should not have taken advantage of you."
Confused, the neko shook his head uncertainly. "You didn't." I needed you.
"You were vulnerable and I asked on impulse. My actions are inexcusable."
"Who wants to excuse them?" Vulnerable? He was the one that had kissed Itachi. He was the one that took advantage of his elder brother's kindness, took his desire and twisted it to his own needs.
His lip was still throbbing and the thoughts were too noisy to try to organize. He wanted the comfort of his brother's arms again, to quiet his thoughts as he always did. Itachi's quiet voice was adding to the pounding mess in his head and he tried to focus on the words.
"… get changed and I'll call mother to come pick you up. She's been worried since you left the service early yesterday."
Why was he saying such things? He was talking too much. He's trying to reconstruct his mask, Sasuke realized, as he would at a political meeting. With too many words.
Sasuke flicked him with his wet tail. "Let me stay here." His voice sounded small, uncertain.
"No." Itachi's response was firm, unwavering.
"It's what you want." There was more certainty in his words this time. Did he think he didn't notice the guilty glances, the lingering touches? Didn't remember the heated look in his eyes when they were younger?
Itachi didn't deny it. "What I want is of no consequence."
"Aniki… It's what I want." Sasuke watched in amazement as the mask started to crumble again at his words. He thought of all the men whose desires he had learned to play on over the years – to get a gentler client, a reward, an easy night. Could he bring his brother to give him what he needed? After all, all men have their desires, and Itachi was only a man.
"Aniki," he said again, "Please don't make me leave."
Itachi looked away, reaching for the tea. He blew on it gently, cooling the amber liquid. Sasuke watched the battle on his brother's face as he sipped the tea then set the cup back down. When he leaned toward the elder, he could tell he had won. Itachi reached for him, his hand running through his damp hair and stilling the turmoil in his mind. He shifted closer to him as Itachi's fingers ghosted across the welt on his lip. His eyes were fixated on the spot as he slowly leaned in and pressed his lips against Sasuke's, tongue running across the burn mark.
Sasuke sighed contentedly into the kiss, but when they parted he saw the worry in Itachi's eyes. "This isn't right." There was a tortured look on his face, as if he were in agony.
"Stop worrying, Aniki." You worry too much. "I'm ok. I promise you can't hurt me."
Itachi brushed his lips gently across his. "If I ever do, promise me you'll leave."
"I promise." You could never hurt me.
Sighing desperately, Itachi pressed his lips against Sasuke's, fingers winding through his hair. He nipped at the injured lower lip, making Sasuke gasp. His tongue slipped into the younger boy's mouth, and Sasuke could taste the tea lingering on his brother's tongue as it pressed against his. The desperation in the fervent kiss took his breath away, leaving him gasping when their lips parted. Or maybe that was just the kiss itself.
Itachi pulled away, pressing his forehead to Sasuke's, eyes closed as he caught his breath. "Go get changed, Otouto. You'll catch a cold."
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An air of discomfort lingered in the loft during the day. Sasuke could sense a war waging in Itachi. He was just glad he could continue to stay with his brother. Not that Itachi was around much. He was still busy most days.
Under the quiet cloak of night time they indulged in each other, exploring each other's bodies in ways they had never done before. They would fall asleep with their limbs entwined among the sweaty covers, having sated their desires. In the morning Sasuke woke alone, but content.
Itachi left every night. He would never say where, just that he had business to attend to or people to meet. Sasuke wondered if he went to see his friends and what they were like together. He wanted to go along but Itachi would never allow it. Sasuke recalled the invitation he received from Sasori to attend an art exhibit. Eager to uncover more of Itachi's secretive life, he convinced the elder to go.
He tried to indulge in the comfort of staying at the loft with his brother, wanted to stay curled in the bed with Itachi for days. But reality inched its way into his brain, sharp tendrils mercilessly tearing away any fantasies of ease and rest. He needed to talk to the priest to gather information on Orochimaru. He had to find a way into that office building downtown to find out who was behind the recent murders.
He tried to push the tasks away, wanting a few more days of peace. But when a third comatose politician passed away and Sasuke saw the news report linking the recent deaths, the need to find the killer became frantic. The names of the dead flashed on the screen as panic started to mount in the little neko…
Uchiha Yashiro. Uchiha Inabi.
They were in the same political party as his father. Sasuke had seen them at his father's house, exchanging whispered words. There was no way he could ignore it any more. Someone was targeting his father's colleagues, his family.
Is otousan in danger…?
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Sasuke shifted with the sway of the train. The sun was finally shining but the air conditioning on the train was broken and the train was packed. The lady to his left was futilely fanning herself with a folded newspaper, and the boy to his right had his arm up to grip the rail, the sweat stain under his arm uncomfortably close to Sasuke's face. He tried to get away from the press of bodies around him, pushing further back against Itachi who was in the corner.
They were headed downtown to the art gallery. The gallery was fairly close to the church – he could slip away and try to get some answers from the priest while he was there. Naruto was also going to meet him at the gallery so they could try to scope out the office building again.
The train turned and someone stumbled back into Sasuke. They apologized, but Sasuke shrunk further back against Itachi, until the elder gripped his shoulder, putting some distance between their bodies again. Why…?
Grinning mischievously, Sasuke pretended to stumble backwards with the sway of the train, rocking his hips back purposely. Itachi's breath hitched as he pressed against him, feeling the growing arousal against his ass. Itachi's free hand gripped his waist, the other holding onto the pole to steady himself. He glanced around but there was nowhere to escape to. He was pressed into the corner of the cabin, trapped behind his wicked little brother.
Sasuke rocked his hips back again, enjoying Itachi's discomfort. The little neko looked straight ahead, face neutral as he continued grinding back against his brother's arousal.
Itachi gasped sharply, drawing a few stares to his flushed face. "Sasuke –" he hissed through clenched teeth. His hand tightened its hold on the boy's waist, successfully keeping him away and stilling his movements.
But when the train stopped at the next platform, Sasuke shifted closer again amidst the shuffling crowd, this time reaching behind him with his tail to grip at the softening bulge in Itachi's pants. He looked straight ahead as he slipped his tail past Itachi's waistband and boxers to wrap around his cock, surreptitiously stroking him back to a full erection, ignoring the bruising grip on his hip and the small pained gasps coming from his brother.
Growling lowly, Itachi pulled the boy back against him. "You'll pay for that." The words ghosted against Sasuke's ear, making him shiver. He pressed his hips against the elder again as if in a dare.
His eyes widened when he felt Itachi's free hand slide along the waistband of his jeans, under his T-shirt, to the front of his pants. His nimble hand deftly unbuttoned the jeans then slid back behind him. He gripped the boy's ass, squeezing the flesh through the jeans, before slipping his hand into his pants.
Sasuke smirked when he heard Itachi's low groan next to his ear. His lack of underwear had caught the elder off-guard. Expecting to feel the thin fabric of boxers, Itachi's hand instead met the soft flesh of his little brother's unholy, torturous ass. He recovered quickly from the discovery, fingers slipping along the neko's crack as he ground his erection against the boy amidst the clueless passengers.
It was Sasuke's turn to gasp as a finger was pressed inside of him. The rumble of the train swallowed his low moan as a second finger was shoved in and the two slid in and out of him, twisting and turning, reaching, digging, until…
Sasuke's knees buckled and he fell back against Itachi, breathing ragged as his fingers triumphantly pressed into his sweet spot. The younger raven could feel himself getting hard from the stimulation and was grateful for his long, slightly loose T-shirt.
He could feel Itachi's smirk pressed into his sweaty hair as he massaged the sweet spot, finger-fucking him relentlessly. He grit his teeth, breathing heavily as a sheen of sweat formed on his face and under his shirt where Itachi was pressing against him. He felt a drop of sweat roll down his lower back to the edge of his butt crack.
"Are you ok dear? You don't look well."
Sasuke looked in horror at the elderly lady peering at him in concern. Itachi didn't even pause as he smiled at the kind lady. "My brother just gets a bit nervous when it's crowded." His voice dropped to a low rumble, "Isn't that right, Sasuke?" He punctuated his name with a particularly vicious jab at his prostate.
"Ah! Ah… y-yes. Th-thank you for your … ah… c-concern." He had to put an end to this. The lady looked at him in sympathy before turning away.
Sasuke's cock was aching. He clenched his fists, trembling at the desire to grab his dick and stroke it until he came. He suddenly remembered his tail was still wrapped around Itachi's own pulsing erection. He unwound it and removed it from his brother's pants, instead using it to reach around under his own T-shirt and down the front of his unbuttoned pants to his dripping cock.
He let his head fall back against Itachi's chest as the furry appendage wrapped around his cock and started stroking. He bit his lip to try to stay quiet as he felt his orgasm approach.
Itachi, feeling the tightening around his fingers, smiled cruelly down at the sweating, trembling boy. Then he withdrew his fingers. Sasuke released a small chocked groan as his pleasure was denied, turning his head to glare at the elder, tail pumping frantically under his clothing as he tried to finish.
Instead he closed his eyes, swallowing hard as he forced his tail to stop moving. He couldn't cum on the fucking train all over his jeans. He would not give his brother the satisfaction of seeing him cum over himself in public.
He tightened the grip of his tail around his cock, willing the pending orgasm away. His balls ached, desperate for release but his dick slowly stopped twitching.
Sighing, he opened his eyes to find Itachi watching him with a small smile. Holding his gaze, he brought his hand to his lips, the two fingers that were inside him glistening slightly. The elder's smile widened briefly before he sucked the two fingers into his mouth, holding Sasuke's gaze the entire time.
Sasuke's mouth hung open as he watched, transfixed. Oh God no. Despite the grip of his tail around the base of his cock, the orgasm was torn out of him. He desperately curled his tail around the tip of his cock, letting the fur soak up his cum so he wouldn't soil his clothes.
If he hadn't already been leaning against Itachi he would have collapsed onto the ground as his body shuddered with the force of the orgasm.
Satisfied with his handiwork, Itachi let his hand fall to rest lightly on the boy's waist as his breathing returned to normal. Then he smiled again. "The next stop is ours."
Sasuke's drooping eyes flew open in horror as he took in his situation. His pants were unbuttoned under his shirt, he was sweaty, hair plastered to face, his tail wrapped around his softening dick and soaked in cum. He straightened himself out the best he could, hoping there was a bathroom close by on the platform.
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I wanted to start and end with a train ride. Hope you enjoyed.
Sorry for the delay in updating. I just had to rediscover my muse, took a while. Thank you for reading! Please review, it means the world to me.