Warning: Lime
Chapter XIII
I think Itachi is humoring me, I don't know why I've gotten into the habit of treating my brother like a doll. I suppose it gives me a sense of power. Or maybe it's a sense of comfort, knowing that I have my brother here with me, the way I remember him. Not as the murder, the cold-blooded man with no soul. Instead he's the Aniki that I left behind, the one I didn't understand. The brother who bore the weight of the world on his shoulder, only to protect me. The brother that loved me, and that I loved in return, always begging for his attention. Though it seems that now I'm the one showering him with attention.
Sometimes when I think back it all seems strange. The hate I held, turning into love…well I suppose it was never hate to begin with. It was more a feeling of betrayal and pain. Still, with all the blood that stained his hands Itachi only did what he thought would protect me from harsh reality.
I slip the silk kimono over his shoulder pulling it together. Itachi holds it in place with out a word, and I begin to tie his sash. I pull on the back of the collar to expose the nape of his neck, before tending to his hair. Itachi doesn't complain. I think it annoys him yet pleases him all at the same time. He humors me, plain and simply. I don't do it to insult him, or make him feel like his blindness hinders him from being able to take care of himself.
I put the comb down and then pull Itachi's silky smooth hair into its usual ponytail. "So you're sure you want to go with me." I ask him letting the black tresses slip from my fingers.
"Yes, I'm not going to let myself be locked in this house, only to be let out when the Hokage calls." He turns to look over his shoulder.
"You know they'll be idiots." I snort out.
"It's fine Sasuke. They can question our presence, but we have the Hokage's permission to be here." Itachi gets to his feet, his black slacks covering his feet.
"We should probably buy you some more clothes while we're out." I mutter more to myself then telling Itachi.
"Do you want to play dress up, little brother?" Itachi says in that emotionless way. I glare at him, and I know that he's aware of it. He simply walks past me and out of our room.
It's still early and even though the sun is already up, the village is still rubbing the sleep from its' eyes. Itachi holds onto the hilt of my sword, so that I can guide him. He did so willingly, instead of reaching for my hand or arm. I'm glad that my brother knows me so well, yet at the same time it's frightening that he can read my mood so easily, even though he cannot see my face. I don't want to draw anymore attention to us then necessary, and two males holding hands is most definitely going to draw attention. I don't mind doing it, and in all honesty I could care less what others think. But, I'm already expecting a wave of gasps, and stupid questions; I don't want to add on to that.
The streets aren't empty, but they are not full either. Shops are already open and the early birds gather to get their shopping done.
"Where do you want to go first?" I question my brother.
"The book store." He says simply. I keep my eyes open and try to locate the nearest bookstore as I slow my pace a little. Once I located one, I guide my brother to the shop.
"It'd probably be best if we simply ask if they carry Braille books." I inform Itachi, who only nods in return.
The door shuts with a chime announcing our entrance to the store's owner. He looks at us for a while, as if about to recognize us but, then he seemed to shrug it off. "How may I help you."
"Do you carry Braille books?" I question.
"Oh, we have a small collection. Not much at all really, only two or three books. They are over in the cultural studies section." I nod in understanding and then look to find said section.
"How are you going to teach yourself to read?" I question my brother once I find the small section of books on the top shelf.
"We will simply look for it's counter part. You read it to me, and eventually I'll understand what the dots represent, it's simple enough." He tells me matter of factly.
"Well there's not much to choose from." I take one of the books down, it was the only one that was thick with pages. I look at the cover and above the raised dots is a written title.
"This is a collection of poems."
"I would enjoy that," Itachi agrees. I then set out to look for the poetry section, which happens to be next to the romance and erotica books. I look for the poetry book with a matching title, my eyes scanning the spines of many books. The door chimed again, yet another customer in the mostly empty store. I continue to look through the large section of poetry. Itachi wasn't holding on to me; at the moment he is fine on his own, simply standing near me.
Then I find it, and reach out to pull the book off the shelf.
"Sasuke?" It wasn't Itachi's soft voice calling me. I turn around book in hand.
"Kakashi," I hide my surprise. He's only a little ways down, in front of the erotica, of course. His eye looks at me briefly before turning towards my brother. Itachi is not unaware of my former sensai's presence, but I reach out for him either way. I intertwine our fingers, almost protectively as I keep eye contact with Kakashi.
"You're back.." he mumbles out, and then lets a smile shine through his eye. I relax a little and pull away from my brother, who shifts his position to fully face the gray haired man. Again Kakashi looks over my brother with slight confusion and intrigue.
"Was it Naru—"
"No," I cut him off. "I came on my own accord. It seems that Konaha as the same enemy we do." I explain, tightening my hold on my brother's hand yet again. The enemy of my enemy is my friend…even if Konoha forced my brother to extinguish our clan.
"I see..." Kakashi studies us for a while. "It's good to see you, and I know that Naruto and Sakura must be exited—have you already caught up with them?"
"Yes they had come to visit me. It wasn't a long reunion, I have a lot of things that I need to take care off before I can properly talk with them." I say with slight aggravation. Though I'm glad that Kakashi isn't as optimistic and overjoyed as my former teammates where…I always felt like he understood me…a little.
"Of course," he nods again a smile in his eye. "It looks like you've come to a lot of revelations." He looks at Itachi again.
"Yes…you could say that." I mutter out.
"Well then, I'm sure I'll here from Sakura and Naruto once you get in touch with them again." With that he looks back at the book he was browsing through. It is just like him not to probe for answers, and simply be patient until everything is revealed. I take Itachi up to the front desk so we can pay for the books.
My fingers run between clothes, pushing aside garments to get an in between look of what is on the rack. Two bags hang from my arm, one containing our books, the other a Go board (more for my entertainment then Itachi's, seeing as it would be difficult for him to play). Itachi carries a shamisen on his back. He had talked me into buying it for him, saying it would be a great way to spend his time, and also bring a little bit of culture to our home. When I asked him if he even knew how to play he gave an open-ended answer, which really didn't reveal anything.
"I think you only add to the image of a Geisha," I tell him.
"If that's what you want to see me as," He taunts. "You're the one picking out the clothes for me after all."
" Well it's not like you can see them, so you'll simply have to rely on my tastes." I snap at him, knowing that he's right. In a way it's really me who's started that image for him. I do believe it suits him, though I don't know if Itachi actually agrees with me. He sees no shame in elegance intelligence and is cultured...however I doubt that he appreciates being compare to a women such as the geisha is. Submissive, obedient, a servant of sort. Though my brother does display some submissive behavior, he's far from a servant and weak. He's still strong, and still capable of doing many things on his own. I'm surprised that my brother is so submissive towards me. He may be humoring me, or possibly it's because I did push myself on him…that one night. Possibly he's letting me relish in the feeling dominance brings...or maybe after begin the dominate one of us to for so long, he is happy to see that I've grown into a strong person who is able to overpower him. Though I still have a lot more growing to do.
"How does this one feel," I turn to my brother holding the sleeve of the red and black kimono out for him to touch. My brother runs his pale hand over the soft material.
"It is fine." He says simply and withdraws.
I put it over my arm, along with the two pairs of pants, and shorter gray and black kimono I've also picked for him.
"This should do for now." I say softly. Itachi reaches out for my sword and holds on as I go to pay for the garments. I suppose I like to pick out extravagant things for Itachi because I myself do not dress extravagantly. I wear what is simple enough to move around in. I do not wear long kimonos, for they would only get in the way. No instead I wear a simple yukata, short, and loosely holding on to my body. Of course I also adorn myself in pants that I won't trip over. Simple, black or white, or some other dark color, that's all I need.
"Sasuke! Why didn't' you tell us you where going to go shopping?" Karen whines.
"You where asleep," I say plainly, and nod a greeting to Juugo. He returns the gesture. "Would you care to join me in a game of Go?" I question the gentle young man.
"Sure," he replies simply. Itachi has already made his way down the hall, no longer needing my guidance.
"I wanna play!" Karen throws herself at me, clinging to my arm.
"You can play winner," I tell her. I'll have to make a point to lose. Karen can be overbearing. Granted she is useful, and takes orders well, however I don't have much use for her at the moment, and she's been getting on my nerves. Though I'm not going to tell her to leave, she's welcome here as long as she chooses to be at my side, the same goes for Juugo. I suppose it's a sort of brotherhood that doesn't let me abandon my teammates. We have all suffered through Orochimaru's experiments; he has used us all. Seeing as I killed him, in a way I feel like I must take in his orphans.
Juugo and I set up the Go board. The soft sound of the shamisen reaching our ears. Juugo looks up, and finds a claming peace within himself. Music soothes the savage beast. Karen seems confused, and looks around the room.
"Who's playing?" she questions me.
I move my black Go piece, "My brother."
"You think he'll teach me?" Karen asks with a slight glint of mischief in her eyes.
"No." I say simply, and the girl's shoulders slump. If she is not chasing or fantasizing about me, she is thinking about my brother. I suppose that's why she hasn't let my rather intimate relationship with Itachi bother her. To her the sight of my brother and I kissing is pleasing, and she wants to get in the middle. Not to tear us apart, but simply to join in. The thought makes me shutter on the inside with disgust, and slight jealousy. I wouldn't let her touch my Aniki.
I purposely lose to Juugo, much to Karen's obvious disappointment. I let the girl take my spot and get up following the soft sounds of the shamisen. I push open the door to my room. Itachi sits on our shared futon, strumming the instrument gently with his long graceful fingers. He turns his head towards me, never stopping, to show that he has indeed heard me enter the room. I slide the door shut behind me.
"You're an enigma, you have so many secrets that I'm discovering about you." I tell him. My brother doesn't respond and finishes the song before laying the instrument down. His hand raises limply and beckons me to come over to him; just like he use to do in our childhood. I approach him and kneel to take a seat, when that familiar poke hits my forehead.
"It's more interesting to see you find out on your own, then me telling you." He says simply.
"I don't mind, there are many things I want to find out about you." I tell him rather seductively. My lips rest on his neck sucking gently. I relish in the taste of my brother's skin.
"So curious…" Itachi sighs out. My fingers run along his shoulder pushing off his kimono in the process. He tilts his head to the side, and I run my tongue down his neck and to his shoulder.
"Don't you want me to be curious?" I whisper out before nipping at the junction between his neck and shoulder. He doesn't respond, and I don't mind. Instead his fingers come up to my own shoulders, pushing the white fabric aside, while soft hands run down my arm. I push him down onto our bed, he doesn't protest. I slip out of my yukata completly, and undo Itachi's sash. Hands run down my chest, slowly taking a look at my body. Itachi's eyes are closed, and he only relies on his sense of touch as he explores the newly exposed skin. I give him time to 'look' me over. His hand coming up to touch my face running along side my eyes, and over my lips. I take that opportunity to capture Itachi's pointer finger, sucking on it lightly.
"Sasuke," He says softly, taking his hand away, he leans up to give me a subtle kiss. I return the feeling, pushing my slips against his, not wanting to ruin the gentle gesture. A small wet tongue flicking out over my bottom lip tickles me soon after. I meet it with my own, before it retreats daring me to follow. I do, Itachi's mouth already open and waiting. I push away some of his hair before I cup his face, deepening our kiss further. A finger runs down the side of my face. Itachi wants to know what my expression is right now. A soft finger tip glides over my closed eyelid, and then traces down my jaw before tip toeing it's way to the back of my neck.
I break the kiss, letting my eyes open to look at my older brother. His eyes are half open and rose colored lips are still parted. I discard Itachi's upper layer of clothes and just as he did run my hands over his chest. I lean down to give my brother's nipple a quick lick. Itachi's muscles relax, and I do it again before taking it into my mouth. My Aniki lets out a content sigh, his hand moving up my neck to hide itself in my spiky hair. If you would have told me just a year ago that I would be sucking on my brother's nipple, I would have killed you on the spot. However I find myself wanting to please my big brother, to break his silence and hear him moan.
I switch my focus to the other side of Itachi's chest. My hand running down his side, feeling the curve of his waist before I reach his hips. I push down the silk pants that have stopped me from moving down any further. Once the obstacle is out of the way, I continue on my journey. My hand rolls in-between my Aniki's legs feeling the soft texture of his inner thigh. A gasp escapes my brother's lips, but that's not the sound I'm looking for. My lips trail down Itachi's stomach, my tongue swirls around his belly button before dipping inside briefly. I continue on my way, already feeling the soft hairs tickle my chin.
No matter how stoic Itachi can be, he cannot hide his excitement. I smirk to myself, running a lone finger from the base all the way to the tip. I feel Itachi shutter, but still no moan. I let my lips kiss Itachi's manhood, before engulfing it. Another gasp reached my ear, and I closed my eyes. Itachi's legs close around me, while I start to slowly bob my head up and down. My tongue dragged across the underside painfully slow. My brother is holding his breath and when I reach the top he lets it out. My lips enclose around the tip, gently sucking. Itachi's hand reaches out, searching for me in his lust induced confusion. I grab his hand, he gives me squeeze. My free hand wraps around the base of my brothers arousal, and squeezes just has hard.
His fingers loosen, and he slips away only to try and locate my head. "Sasu...ke." There it was that moan I was searching for. I take my brother further into my mouth, my tongue teasing him all the way down. He moans again except not as loud. I reach for his hand again, and with slight frustration he swats me away. I laugh, the vibration only causing my brother more pleasure. I grab his wrist, and he lets out an annoyed growl, however I rest his hand on top of my head, and he seems satisfies. His nails dig into my scalp, while fisting tuffs of hair. His breathing becomes labored, and another moan escapes him like a whisper. I'm surprised when warm sticky fluid enters my throat. His climax seemed so peaceful, no screaming, and no begging for more, just pure and simple pleasure. I swallow, milking my brother dry. His legs slide down and his body relaxes completely. I release him and lick the corner of my mouth.
Itachi takes a deep breath, to steady himself. He opens his eyes and looks at me. "We should get a lock for our door." He states emotionlessly.
I look over my shoulder, and hear a yelp. I see the small crack in the sliding door disappear, and then not so quiet footsteps run down the hall.
"Karen," I groan out, anger lacing my voice.