So I would have updated yesterday, but I didn't get home until like eight then I left again and didn't get home until this morning then I fucking slept all day and idek
*dodges rocks*
I love you guys. Thanks so much to everyone who reviewed the last chapter~ I'm not really satisfied with this chapter since...I don't know. It was difficult to write. That may only be because I had to write this in three or four sittings, so. XD But yeah. Woo!
IMPORTANT NOTE:
I may be ending BILY soon BUT I'll be writing a sequel. Maybe. If you guys want it. ;-; It would be called In Sickness and In Health.
Get it?
Because I Love You In Sickness and In Health.
*laughs*
Fugaku tore himself away from Sasuke and the raven fell onto his knees, trembling from head to toe. He could hardly breath as memories washed over him again—memories he thought he'd never have to revisit.
"Ah, Itachi...I thought you'd be gon—"
"Shut up."
Itachi took slow, measured steps towards his brother and father, never taking his eyes off Fugaku even as he crouched down next to Sasuke. He knew the man would try to run if given the chance; he'd always been a coward.
"Are you okay?"
Sasuke nodded, his eyes squeezed tight.
"I'll be fine...now that you're here."
Fugaku gulped, slowly withering under Itachi's hateful glare. He opened his mouth to try and speak, but no words came out; his throat went dry the second he was caught by Itachi's malicious gaze.
"I should have known better," Itachi muttered, his glare seeming to darken even more. He stood slowly, then crossed the small distance between Fugaku and himself. He took his time getting there, knowing he had no reason to hurry—or maybe he just enjoyed the feeling of power he had over Fugaku in that moment.
"So you're not sick anymore, hm?"
Itachi balled his fist and slammed it into Fugaku's stomach, reveling in the hoarse gag from his father before grabbing him by the hair and yanking him until they were face-to-face.
"Nobody touches Sasuke," he hissed, the corners of his lips twitching into a terrifying smirk. Without releasing his hold on Fugaku's hair, he balled his other fist and punched him again with as much force as he could muster.
He let go of Fugaku's hair and the man fell onto his knees, gasping as he doubled over with a loud, bloody cough. Itachi kicked him in the side once, twice, his smirk growing as Fugaku cried out after each harsh blow. Then without another word, Itachi turned on his heel and headed towards the kitchen. Sasuke watched carefully, shocked speechless by Itachi's uncharacteristically violent actions. What was his brother doing?
After a couple of long, heavy seconds, Itachi emerged from the kitchen, carrying the sharpest knife he could find.
Sasuke's eyes widened hugely and he scrambled to his feet.
No fucking way.
"Itachi, stop!"
Itachi didn't listen to him; instead, he stalked towards the form of their father who wobbled as he tried to stand on his feet. Fugaku's eyes bulged and he backed up until he hit the wall, his entire body trembling as his eldest son closed in on him.
"I-Itach—"
"I told you to shut up."
Fugaku began to hyperventilate, his chest rising and falling faster than it ever had before in his life, yet he couldn't seem to get a single breath of cool air. Was this how it ended, stabbed to death by his own son?
Wouldn't that be ironic.
"Itachi, stop!" Sasuke repeated, sprinting to Itachi and grabbing for his arm—but before he had a chance to reach him, Itachi blindly slashed the blade and Fugaku screamed.
Sasuke pulled Itachi back and they fell onto the ground, the knife knocked from the elder's grasp in the process. Sasuke stared, wide-eyed with disbelief as their father clutched at his stomach, a river of crimson flowing through the cracks in his fingers.
"Itachi-nii..." Sasuke said, turning his wide, incredulous gaze to his older brother. Itachi himself seemed just as shocked, his eyes nearly wider than Sasuke's.
"What did I do...?" he muttered as his senses slowly returned to him. He looked at the bloodied knife then back to their father, unable to comprehend that he was the one who swiped the blade.
Fugaku stared at his hand and the blood quickly staining his white, button-down shirt, not quite believing what he saw. He could tell the gash wasn't exactly deep, but all too soon he felt his knees buckle and he fell to the ground, his vision blackening around the edges.
"Tou-san!"
Police everywhere, asking questions, pitying the victims. It reminded Itachi all too much of a time so many years ago when he was in a disturbingly similar situation, all thanks to the same poor excuse for a man.
"Did you intend to kill him?" one woman officer asked, crossing her legs as she sat across from the two boys.
Itachi shook his head, though that was partially a lie. In that moment, he didn't know what he was thinking. He, quite literally, saw red.
"I could never kill anyone," he said. "I wouldn't be able to live with that sort of guilt."
The woman nodded and jotted down a couple of notes onto the small yellow pad she held. Sasuke, who sat cuddled up next to Itachi on the couch, decided to chime in.
"He was protecting me," he said. "God knows what would have happened if he didn't come home when he did." Sasuke trembled just slightly as he thought of the possibilities, but Itachi held him tighter.
"I understand," the lady officer said. "I'm glad things were stopped before they got any worse."
And with that, she stood.
"It turns out he was violating his parole by visiting you, Uchiha-san."
"Really?" Itachi's eyebrows rose as he absorbed this new information. He hadn't the slightest idea.
The woman nodded, then smiled just slightly.
"That, on top of another attempted rape, means he's going to be put away for a long, long time," she said.
"Good," Sasuke mumbled. "The creep fucking deserves it."
The lady raised an eyebrow, but Itachi waved it off.
"Ignore him."
She nodded, seeming slightly amused. "Well, I'm going to go have a word with your mother," she said. "Take care."
"Thank you," Itachi said, sighing in relief.
"Why did you come home so early?" Sasuke asked once she disappeared, cuddling closer to Itachi. The elder shrugged.
"I decided to check my phone and noticed I had a couple of opened texts I never read," he said. "I also just had a bad feeling. I didn't like the way he looked at you."
Sasuke cracked a small smile and sighed happily.
"I love you so much it's fucking ridiculous," he mumbled.
Itachi cracked a smile as well.
"And I love you."
Mikoto stumbled over a few moments later as the last of the police filtered out of the house. As she locked eyes with her sons she closed her eyes, exhaling loudly while her eyebrows rose a bit. Then her eyes slowly opened again, and she crossed her arms over her chest.
"I didn't know you had it in you to stab someone, Itachi," she chuckled, more than a little bit amused. "I'm proud of you."
"Right?!" Sasuke said quickly, bolting completely upright. "It was kinda hot, how protective he was."
"I didn't stab him," Itachi muttered, rolling his eyes to the ceiling.
"Tch, stop being modest. You were a total badass," Sasuke said, curling back up against Itachi. Then a devious smirk broke across his face, and he leaned up until he could whisper in Itachi's ear. "I think the hero deserves a little reward, don't you think?"
"I'm not hearing this!" Mikoto said, covering her ears as she shook her head wildly. She promptly turned on her heel and disappeared into the safety of the kitchen, away from any conversation regarding sons' sex life.
It had already been awkward enough buying lube for them! The man at the checkout counter had given her the oddest look, and she couldn't will her blush away for a good hour or so afterwards. At least she'd picked up some earplugs for herself while she was there, meaning she might actually sleep tonight.
"I'm serious," Sasuke purred, licking the shell of Itachi's ear. "I'll do anything."
Itachi shivered just slightly, but held himself together.
"Can it not wait until after dinner?" he asked. Sasuke's face fell and he sat back, crossing his pale arms across his chest.
"Fine," he mumbled with a kiddish pout. Then his features softened. "But really, thank you."
"Of course, Sasuke." Itachi's eyebrows creased and he huffed slightly. "I'm sorry I left you two alone. That was foolish of me."
Sasuke shrugged.
"People make mistakes."
"I'm glad you're finally starting to realize that."
"Shut up."
Sasuke kissed Itachi feverishly, pushed him back onto his—technically their bed—and crawled on top of him. He hastily unbuttoned Itachi's shirt, nearly ripping a couple of buttons off in the process, then forced it off his shoulders as quickly as he could before reattaching their lips with fervor.
"Someone's eager," Itachi chuckled between open-mouthed kisses.
"Well someone wouldn't stop running their hand up my leg all during dinner." Sasuke bucked against Itachi, grinding his near-painful erection against the elder's thigh, and moaned loudly. "Try dealing with that for half an hour, bastard."
"I'm sure I could manage."
Sasuke nearly growled and crashed their lips together viciously, teeth clanking and lips bruising as he tugged on Itachi's hair, earning a low groan that went straight to his cock.
Then Sasuke pulled away. Itachi arched an eyebrow, silently questioning Sasuke's behavior, though the younger only grinned as he reached into his back pocket. He retrieved a small bottle and held it in front of Itachi's face, chuckling at the look of mortification that crossed the elder's features.
"She didn't."
"But she did."
Itachi shut his eyes and sighed.
"She actually got you grape?"
"Yep!" Sasuke said, his grin doubling in size. "Isn't mom great?"
Itachi's chest rose as he took the deepest breath he possibly could.
"I suppose it will lessen the pain for you."
"And taste good for you."
Itachi opened his eyes and stared at Sasuke, quirking his eyebrow yet again.
"Well..." Sasuke said, blushing slightly. "Uh...I was wondering if you'd be okay with...rimming me."
Itachi's eyes widened and he swallowed reflexively. It wasn't like he hadn't thought of it before, but actually doing it...
"You don't have to!" Sasuke said quickly, worried he'd overstepped some sort of boundary. He knew some people were grossed out by it. "I get it if you don't want to do something like that. You...you can just forget I said anything."
The only response he earned was Itachi gently taking the bottle from his hand with a sly smirk.
"Anything to please my little brother."
Sasuke shivered, anticipation and arousal making his eyes grow heavy. Why did it turn him on so much when Itachi called him that?
"Seriously?"
Itachi shrugged.
"I think I'd enjoy it."
Sasuke bit his lip, a slow smirk spreading across them. He threw the lube aside, then shifted a bit on Itachi, pleased to feel a tell-tale hardness poking his ass.
"Can I put on another little...show for you?"
"Of course."
His smirk still playing on his bitten lip, Sasuke dragged his hands down his chest before sliding them under his shirt and slowly lifting it over his head, teasing Itachi. He threw it onto the ground, then shifted his weight off of the elder and onto the floor so he could get out of his jeans. Never once breaking his eyes away from his brother's, Sasuke popped the button of his jeans and lowered the zipper, then put his fingers through his belt loops and slowly pushed them over his hips, swaying to the beat of some unheard music. He let them, along with his boxers, pool on the ground, then kicked them aside.
Itachi matched Sasuke's smirk as the younger laid on the bed, legs spread shamelessly for his big brother. Sasuke ignored the flashback that had been pushing at his mind for the past few hours, instead choosing to focus on Itachi. Itachi would make him feel good; Itachi wouldn't hurt him. Itachi would make all the bad feelings go away, as he always did.
Itachi sat back, leaning against the headboard as he waited for whatever Sasuke planned to do. His palm drifted to the front of his pants and he rubbed over the bulge there, hissing quietly as he saw Sasuke grab the small bottle of lube.
"Anything in particular you want me to do, big brother?"
Itachi chuckled, his eyes growing even heavier as he thought through all of the possibilities. His little brother really was turning into a little slut again, wasn't he?
"Finger yourself," Itachi said. A high-pitched whine left Sasuke's parted lips as he nodded, hastily uncapping the bottle and slathering his fingers with the clear substance. He tossed the bottle aside then wrapped his fingers around his dripping cock, stroking himself quickly, before a hand roughly gripped his wrist and stilled him.
"Did I say you could touch your cock, Sasuke?"
Sasuke's eyes widened, but his dick twitched. He never knew Itachi could be so dominant, but he'd be lying if he said it didn't turn him on to be ordered around like that.
"Sorry, big brother," Sasuke breathed. "I'll be good."
Itachi smirked lustfully then sat back again, pleased that Sasuke had listened to him; he always liked being in control in the bedroom, and saw no reason to hold back now that Sasuke was better. Besides, Sasuke seemed to enjoy it if his rigid cock and hasty obedience was anything to go by.
Sasuke unwrapped his fingers from around his cock and trailed them down farther, using his other hand to part his ass and chuckling as he noticed how Itachi's heavy gaze was drawn straight to his exposed hole. He traced one lube-slicked finger around his entrance, gasping at the feeling, before slowly pushing it in, his mouth falling open with a low moan the deeper it slide inside. He didn't stop until his ass swallowed his finger to the second knuckle, then pulled it out, only to force a second in alongside it.
"You're always so eager to be filled," Itachi murmured, palming at the twitching bulge in his pants with fervor. He hastily unzipped his jeans and pulled his cock out, moaning in relief once it sprung free from under the constricting denim.
"Only by you," Sasuke gasped, curling his fingers and shivering with a loud moan as he brushed against his prostate. He mewled and rocked his hips back in time with the work of his fingers, and his other hand moved from spreading his ass to gripping his cock. He stroked himself quickly, not giving any mind to Itachi's earlier warning.
"I said not to touch your cock, you little whore," Itachi hissed, too lost in lust to truly understand what he was saying. It made him angry that Sasuke disobeyed—much angrier than he'd felt in a while.
Sasuke's eyes widened as fear set in for a split second before it disappeared, gone almost as quickly as it came, only to be replaced with overwhelming arousal. He'd be his brother's whore if that's what he wanted. Anything for Itachi; he'd saved him, after all.
Sasuke stroked his cock again, smirking as the elder bristled and grit his teeth.
"Am I being a bad whore?" he breathed, his fist nearly a blur over his dick. "Maybe you should punish me."
Itachi was on him in a split second, kissing him violently and forcing his legs onto his shoulders. Sasuke whined into the kiss, his fingers falling out of him and away from his cock only to tangle in Itachi's loose hair, tugging on it impatiently.
Once Itachi broke away, he wasted no time in settling between Sasuke's legs and spreading his ass. Sasuke trembled in anticipation, his hands tightly gripping the covers as his brother's warm breath puffed over his most intimate place, though he still wouldn't lean in. Itachi was teasing him, wasn't he?
"P-Please, Itachi-nii," he whimpered, silently cursing himself for how helpless he sounded.
Then Itachi licked straight up his crack and Sasuke practically screamed, his hands gripping the comforter until his knuckles turned white as he shoved his ass towards Itachi's face.
"Oh God," he choked as Itachi flicked his tongue relentlessly. Sasuke's entire body shook and he threw his head from side-to-side, unable to truly process just how good it felt.
Itachi chuckled deep in his throat at Sasuke's reaction, pleased that this seemed to make him feel so good; he himself didn't mind the taste of the lube, either. He lapped at Sasuke's entrance, swirling his tongue around before slowly pushing it inside, breaching the slightly-stretched ring of muscle. He moaned as Sasuke's tight heat clamped around his tongue, though any small noise he made was drowned out by Sasuke's outright screams. Itachi had half a mind to tell him to quiet down, but his mouth was busy at the moment.
He slid two fingers inside Sasuke, never once stopping the thrusting of his tongue, and massaged Sasuke's inner walls, searching for that special bundle that always earned the best noises from his baby brother. When he managed to brush against it, Sasuke's legs tightened around him, trying to force him deeper as he cried out again. The feeling of both Itachi's tongue and fingers inside of him was indescribable, and he knew he wouldn't be able to keep from cumming for much longer.
"S-Stop!"
Itachi retracted his tongue and fingers, staring at Sasuke strangely.
"I don't...wanna cum...yet," Sasuke panted, smiling slightly. "I want you...inside me."
With a smirk, Itachi pulled back—though he kept Sasuke's legs on his shoulders—and reached for the lube. He uncapped it and squirted a generous amount onto his palm then stroked his cock, hissing at the slight pleasure. Sasuke bit his lip, wiggling his hips impatiently as he waited for Itachi to just fuck him already. He refused to believe his impatience was the result of the fact that he couldn't stop thinking about what happened earlier with their father. It was normal to want to have sex with his lover, so nothing was wrong.
Right?
Itachi pushed in quickly, moaning quietly at how easily he slid in. Sasuke shook underneath him, his hands wrapping around Itachi for leverage as his body tried to adjust to such a huge stretch. It hurt a lot less thanks to the extra lubrication, of course, but the sting was still there. Sasuke found himself wondering if he'd ever get used to it, though he knew the pain would always be worth the euphoric pleasure.
Itachi pulled out then thrust back in, burying his face in the crook of Sasuke's neck as he rocked into him over and over again. A steady stream of moans and mewls spilled past Sasuke's lips until Itachi struck his prostate, which made him scream some indecipherable variation of his big brother's name. Itachi clamped a hand over Sasuke's mouth—gently, of course—though he was sure the damage had already been done. He chuckled as he imagined their mother's embarrassment, though that quickly turned into a moan as Sasuke tightened around him, signalling how close he was to release.
Itachi fucked him harder and faster, wanting nothing more than to push his baby brother over the edge. He pushed their bodies closer together, effectively trapping Sasuke's bobbing erection between them and rubbing against it, bringing the younger even closer to his climax. Sasuke's muffled cries grew louder until one particularly long, drawn-out scream; he came all over himself and Itachi, rolling his hips over and over again as he rode out his pleasure. Itachi came soon after; the feeling of Sasuke's ass squeezing around him like a vice was too much for him to handle, and he groaned loudly as euphoria washed over his entire body.
After both brothers rode out their pleasure, Itachi removed his hand from Sasuke's mouth and slumped over, though he was careful not to set all of his weight on top of his brother for fear of hurting him. They lay there together for a few more moments, the only sound their heavy breathing as they tried to recover.
"Get off me," Sasuke mumbled after a couple of moments, half-heartedly pushing at Itachi's chest. "You're heavy."
Itachi chuckled and leaned back, smiling at his tired little brother. He quickly pecked him on the lips before pulling out and collapsing back onto the bed, Sasuke following suit. The younger cuddled up to Itachi's side, sighing happily as he felt his brother's arm loop around him and pull him closer.
"Love you," he mumbled, yawning.
"I love you too."
Sasuke smiled happily to himself, though exhaustion was a heavy veil on his mind; it wasn't long until he drifted off to sleep.
Itachi smiled as he saw the peaceful expression on Sasuke's face as he slept, then quickly pried Sasuke off him, stood, and took off his clothes to get more comfortable. After he'd stripped down to his boxers, he slid under the blankets and covered them both before snuggling against Sasuke and dozing off as well.
Sometime during the night, Sasuke awoke with a start, his entire body covered in a thin sheen of sweat as fuzzy images of two men touching him, kissing him, licking him played in front of his open eyes. He looked to Itachi, desperate for his comfort, and clung to his arm as hot tears slid down his cheeks.
Maybe he couldn't let go, after all.
HAHA
DRAMA MOTHERFUCKERS
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OH ANOTHER IMPORTANT NOTE:
I know that Itachi may have seemed completely OOC (at least for his BILY characterization) during the sex scene. Well...okay so what had happened was:
All those flashbacks fucked with Itachi. Yup yup. So, in retaliation to reawakening the feelings of being trapped during sex, he wants to dominate Sasuke. That's probably gonna fuck with shit in the future, don't-cha think?
SASUKE'S GETTING MORE SLUTTY OHSHIT FLASHBACKS
Fuck I should go back to sleep. I'm not making sense.
I've come to the conclusion that I'm mildly sadistic. O u O Fuck your happiness, Itachi and Sasuke. Fuck it hard and dry.
But thank you for reading! :D Please Review!