Part 4: The Onset of the Unhinged (Part 3 of 4)
There was a special place in Hell reserved for people like him.
The scalding pits of Hell where charred flesh burned on a daily basis like incense in a home. The kind of Hell that made you wish you could gouge your eyes out and slit your own throat, because that was better than enduring what it had to offer sinners.
And Itachi was a sinner.
The fact that he was conscious of his disregard for the ethical code when he seduced his Otouto was a byproduct of his superior decision-making skills.
No second thoughts. Not even a whisper of any doubts. He was guilt-free.
And man, did he feel alive when he crammed his tongue into Sasuke's hot, little mouth. The resounding moan vibrated along his lips, filling Itachi with a sense of enlightenment. His heart sang and his body echoed it in a shudder as he felt Sasuke wrap his baby soft legs around his waist and use his own tongue to wrestle.
The boy loved kissing.
That was his conclusion after more than a week's worth of unrestricted kisses. Each time Sasuke sought him out, the kisses grew longer and more intense, much less innocent than their first rodeo. They would find themselves entangled in each other's limbs until the boy got up because he had received what he wanted and left Itachi high and dry.
Just yesterday, Sasuke had asked for a kiss on his way out the door to his university, and when Itachi had obliged, waved goodbye, and shut the door behind Sasuke, he swore he had felt the foreign heat creep up and settle, albeit very little, along his cheekbones. And then just minutes ago, the boy had come home and kissed him without asking for permission.
Itachi was floored. Were they a pair of newlyweds now? Is that what that was? The 'I'm leaving' and 'I'm home' kisses sure felt very domestic.
Itachi kicked off his pants, tugged off his shirt, and shifted Sasuke in his arms, carrying him upstairs into his room. The boy latched onto him like a sloth when he was moved. When he had entered Itachi's domain and was settled on his back, he gazed back at Itachi with big, round eyes as curious as he was confused as to why they switched locations.
Itachi nearly lost his marbles gazing down at the beautiful boy laying on his bed. Walking up the stairs had been a feat as Sasuke's round, little rump was cushioning his erection that nestled snugly just below.
Itachi would show him real soon what he intended to do. He had kicked the door shut and locked it on his way in. As if he'd allow Sasuke to escape after he admitted to enjoying the taste of Itachi's precum.
The man kept his palms flat on the mattress, caging the boy in as he climbed up on top of him. His arms and knees kept Sasuke pinned between the bed and himself, a precaution in the event he wanted to run. He knew the boy was a runner, an elite when it came to avoiding difficult problems and conversations, and he wasn't going to have any of that tonight.
"So you like how my cock tastes, hmm?" Itachi's velvet-laced baritone questioned as he tilted his head slightly. His bangs hung above Sasuke almost in a curtain-like fashion while his ponytail hung off one shoulder, and Itachi's soft hair brushed against Sasuke's cheek from its close proximity.
The boy blushed and averted his gaze.
So fucking sexy.
Itachi leaned down and lapped gently at the seam in between the boy's lips. "Would you like to taste me some more?" Itachi purred. "You can eat it as much as you'd like. I won't stop you."
His Otouto clung to his neck instead, shying away from his tongue, and hid his face against the curvature of Itachi's nape, crushing his torso against Itachi's chest.
"Aniki," Sasuke mewled in his ear, "You're saying embarrassing things."
Oh, ho ho. Embarrassing?
If that was embarrassing for Sasuke, then he had another thing coming. Did he not know that he had carefully crafted those words to be extra vanilla so that he wouldn't scare his poor, skittish kitten away? Despite his chosen words, the boy was already shivering in his arms? That had been too much?
Hmm. He should reevaluate his speech then.
"Should I stop?" he asked, placing a kiss on the boy's shoulder, cradling Sasuke against him like a baby.
Sasuke shook his head vehemently against him, and Itachi released a breath he didn't realize he was holding.
Thank fuck.
"Here," Itachi said, rolling their bodies around so Sasuke could straddle his thighs with knees and shins flat against the bed. "Aniki will let you do as you please, Otouto," he said with a small, encouraging smile. His palms gripped onto the boy's thighs and his thumbs stroked comfortingly in circles along Sasuke's inner thighs.
Sasuke peered at him from above with a look of something Itachi could only characterize as awe while his hungry eyes roamed his naked body as if he was an eight-year-old eyeing a cake from outside a bakery shop window. His fingertips created a blaze of fire along the path of his gaze, causing Itachi to twitch and relax more into the palms of his hands.
That was sexy, Itachi thought. Allowing his Otouto to play with his body as he acted almost submissive underneath the perusal of his attention was a whole new version of sexy. He'd never allowed any person to explore his body so carefully or sweetly before.
"You're eye-fucking me, Sasuke," Itachi purred, sultry gaze rooted on his Otouto's sparkling, wandering eyes.
Itachi knew that his six-three body was built nicely. After all, he had put in the effort and time to grow and maintain it over the years. When they stood next to each other, his figure had always towered over Sasuke's by nearly half a dozen inches. Not only in height, but his shoulders were broad and defined, collar bones jutting out in an angular fashion while his biceps bulged and forearms remained thick and sturdy. His torso puffed out slightly, a result of refining his chest muscles over the years, and his abs were in top shape. So, at the very least, Itachi was proud to have a powerful body to protect his Otouto with.
When Sasuke's gaze had trailed lower, Itachi knew that the boy's eyes had settled on the v-shape of his pelvic region and the fine black curls nesting around the base of his engorged erection.
Itachi bet that those baby curls would tickle Sasuke's ass when he was intestines-deep inside the boy.
Ha. Look at him getting ahead of himself. He bit his lip to suppress an impish grin.
"Aniki, I haven't seen you naked in a long time," Sasuke admitted, cheeks flushing at Itachi's comment.
Ahh, that was true. The last time the boy saw his nude form was probably when he was a kid taking baths with Itachi. Man, do they grow up fast.
"Aniki grew big, didn't he?" He indulged the boy with a double entendre.
Sasuke nodded slowly in acquiescence and proceeded to very hesitantly lean down, palms flat against his torso, and lick the little dark nub that was closest to him. Itachi sighed, and it seemed his Otouto took that as a sign to engulf it with his lips.
Instant heat radiated from the center of his pec, cascading in ripples throughout his body. One of Itachi's hands found the back of Sasuke's neck and rested along there for encouragement. Vaguely, he noticed that the palm of his hand stretched wider and larger than his Otouto's delicate, slender nape. If he wanted to, he could easily hold the boy down by his neck while he fucked him silly.
He glanced down at the boy licking and suckling at his nipple sweetly and became reminded of a newborn kitten suckling for milk. Sasuke's hot mouth closed over his nub as if he was eager to etch the taste of Itachi's bare skin into his mind.
"Are you suckling for milk, my hungry little kitten?" Itachi groaned. "You can have some of Aniki's milk, but it only comes from my cock."
The boy moaned around his nub at Itachi's words and with one final lick, he retreated and his eyes continued their journey down Itachi's body. In mere seconds, they were no longer roaming, and Sasuke's long, slender fingers had cupped the underside of Itachi's erection in a loving caress, rubbing his palm along the hefty size.
Itachi's gaze zoned in on the hand and he consequently growled with the buck of his hips. So the boy did know what he was talking about.
"So I can suck here?" Sasuke asked hesitantly.
Itachi nearly blew his load prematurely, because Sasuke looked so unbelievably gorgeous glancing down at him with his thick, long lashes while Itachi's cock was in his hand.
"Mhmm, you don't have to ask for permission, Otouto," Itachi reassured, although he thought it was the cutest thing ever each time Sasuke asked for his permission. The feeling he got when the boy did so was enough to send him on an ego trip. "You can take what you want from Aniki tonight without asking, and when you're done, Aniki will you make you feel so good, the best you've felt in your entire life."
"Okay," Sasuke whispered over Itachi's thudding heart.
Itachi's eyes widened a fraction as he watched the boy scoot closer towards his knees and perch his mouth over his dripping erection. The size of his cock placed in front of his Otouto's mouth was comical in comparison. He doubted the boy would fit more than half of it into his mouth, but he'd love to see him try.
"You're dripping down here, Aniki," Sasuke murmured, pressing a finger against the slit and hearing a squelch reverberate in the room as a result. "It looks yummy."
Fuck him. Don't tell him that the boy was a dirty talker? He could have been just describing what he saw, but Itachi prayed for his own control not to give out.
"Then have a taste, Otouto," Itachi groaned.
The boy had gripped the base of his erection in one hand and splayed his other along Itachi's hip. Next thing Itachi knew, the boy lowered his mouth and the head of his cock popped into Sasuke's warm, wet mouth and his lips closed around it to suckle.
"Fuck," Itachi growled, eyes sliding close in an instant as he set a guiding hand on the back of Sasuke's head. His little kitten was sucking on him like a popsicle, clumsy tongue lapping in circles around the head, and each time he pulled back, his tongue delved into the slit to collect precum.
Itachi weaved his fingers in Sasuke's hair and guided the boy more enthusiastically. His Otouto was mewling and groaning with Itachi's cock in his mouth, and the man wondered how much he was actually enjoying sucking his dick.
"Is it good, Otouto?" Itachi asked as he slowly bucked his hips up into Sasuke's mouth, filling it little by little. He pulled the boy's mouth off for a split second, and when Itachi made eye contact with his Otouto, he was stumped to see a drooling, half-dazed boy. Sasuke's eyes were half-lidded and tongue was hurriedly flickering out to catch remnants of what dripped down the sides of his mouth. His bruised lips panted somewhat harshly and his cheeks were painted a deeper shade of red.
"So good, Aniki. So good," he chanted like a mantra as if he was hyped up on fucking Vicodin.
Before Itachi even realized what was happening, Sasuke had stuffed his mouth full of his cock again, licking and sucking as if he was waiting for and anticipating his reward.
"Otouto," he growled in warning, "go slow or you'll choke."
Ha. As if he didn't want Sasuke to choke on his cock. But time and place. He shouldn't be doing something like that to his Otouto during his first time. Otherwise, the boy may grow to abhor giving blowjobs.
However, it was as if Sasuke was possessed and had tuned him out, because his hand started moving up and down along the base of Itachi's erection and he tried to shove his mouth further down.
The fuck. Here he was trying to hold himself back, and yet Sasuke was the one who fucking lost it? Where did his shy virgin boy go?
Itachi felt the first signs of his cock hitting the back of Sasuke's throat when he felt a constricting tightness around the head. Instead of pulling back and having a coughing fit, Sasuke shoved his mouth further down the length and Itachi's dick glided down Sasuke's throat.
The boy had no gag reflex. The revelation was a mind-blowing ordeal.
"Ugh, my sweet little kitten. Do you like the taste of my dick that much?" he demanded, fingers twisting in the boy's spikes. He only received moans in return. The boy was too busy stuffing his face to the max with half of his cock. Gleefully, Itachi noted that the boy couldn't get any more of it inside even though he was still trying his best. "You look so fucking beautiful with my cock in your tiny, hot mouth, Sasuke."
He shoved his hips upwards while keeping Sasuke's mouth locked into place, watching carefully for signs of distress. Instead, what he got was an increase in mewls of absolute pleasure and a face of pure bliss.
"My Otouto likes his Aniki's dick so much that he can't stop sucking it, huh?" Itachi growled, picking up the brutal pace of his hip thrusts. "Do you want my cum that badly, Sasuke? Is it not enough for you to just play nice? Are you that impatient to drink Aniki's cum? Well, then, let me give you what you want most."
His lust-filled gaze briefly flickered up from the small mouth wrapped around his dick and he noticed the boy was staring openly up at him. Itachi smirked as he dragged his cock out of Sasuke's mouth only to shove it back in. "So fucking sexy," he purred as he maintained eye contact. "Here it comes, baby."
He bucked and grinded his hips against Sasuke's mouth, gritting his teeth as his grip tightened in Sasuke's hair. "Ahh, fuck. Otouto. Otouto," he chanted as he felt his cock swell and pulse, expelling a heavy load down Sasuke's throat.
He felt Sasuke swallow around him a few times until he started attempting to pull back. Itachi disentangled his fingers and allowed his cock to slip away from the boy's cavern, still erect and twitching. The instant loss of heat was disconcerting. Unbearable.
"Ah-chee."
Itachi blinked away his orgasm high when he heard a nickname he had not had the pleasure of hearing since he was young. He refocused his gaze on the boy in his lap, alert in an instant when he saw big, fat tears rolling down Sasuke's cheeks.
Sasuke's lips were ruby red and a dribble of what Itachi assumed to be cum and saliva lingered along the corners of his mouth.
"Ah-chee."
There it was again. Sounding so distraught.
Itachi's heart stuttered and he immediately sat up, carefully cradling his Otouto's body close so he was nestled against his chest. They both sat in the middle of Itachi's bed while their hearts hammering synchronously while Itachi coddled the boy like a precious jewel.
"What's wrong, my sweet Otouto?" Itachi asked with a low, gentle voice. "Was I too rough? Did it hurt?"
Itachi felt the boy's head move along his chest, reminiscent of a head shake. Hmm, he thought. If it wasn't that….
"Did I scare you?" Another gentle murmur. He added a back caress for a soothing measure.
There was no threat here, Itachi thought. He was not a threat to his Otouto.
But another head shake.
"My throat hurts right here," Sasuke whispered hoarsely, tilting his head back to press a palm along his Adam's apple to show the man.
Fuck. Itachi held in a groan. Of course it did. The boy basically swallowed him whole. Itachi felt bad for inwardly gloating about his Otouto's ability to take nearly all of him on his first try. The potential was exhilarating.
Itachi rubbed the tip of his nose against Sasuke's. A cute Eskimo kiss. "I'm sorry, Sasuke. I'll be more patient next time, okay?" He pressed his forehead against the boy's and maintained eye contact.
"But… we shouldn't do this again," Sasuke whispered, albeit hesitantly.
Oh, for the love of–
A strange kind of pain, akin to an electrical current, shot through Itachi's body. Again, it felt unbearable. How could he say that after he was the one who greedily ate his cock whole? Did Sasuke really want to abandon him after being so affectionate with him?
HA. The little devil inside chuckled at that. You're the one dropping one night stands like flies, it taunted. Doesn't feel good to be used and disposed of, does it?
Fucking karma. Itachi swore.
"But you promised to never kiss anyone else besides me."
Aw, fuck. That slipped out of his mouth accidentally. Now he sounded like the immature one.
Sasuke blinked. "But licking people's private parts doesn't mean you have to kiss them," he said.
That same electrical current he felt seconds ago thundered through his chest cavity once more, but this time it reverberated over and over again until a ringing sound filled Itachi's ears and his mind grew frazzled.
"What are you saying?" Itachi demanded, attempting to control the volume of his voice when he drew back and held Sasuke by his biceps. The echo in his chest was impalpable. His grip grew tight.
Itachi gritted his teeth and turned his head away, attempting to hide the conflicting emotions in his gaze. He was losing a battle to his shitty personality.
But he was frustrated. Of course, you didn't need to kiss someone to suck their dick or fuck them. Take Itachi, for example: he separated those two things, never kissing anyone. But that wasn't the frustrating part. How did Sasuke know that? Was he insinuating that he could suck someone else's dick, and that'd be perfectly fine because he didn't break any promises? The man inhaled and blew out a breath.
"I heard you."
Huh? Wait, what–
Itachi's head snapped back toward Sasuke. "Heard me say what?" he demanded.
Sasuke looked slightly uncomfortable with his gaze averted and Adam's apple bobbing in a gulp, and Itachi realized he had yelled.
"A few months ago," the boy admitted, voice slightly hoarse. "I had just gotten home from school, and I passed by the downstairs bathroom. It was open and you were inside on the phone. You said that kissing and sex were two different things, and that fucking someone didn't mean they had permission to kiss you."
Shit. He fucked up.
Itachi vaguely remembered that conversation. It was from someone whose face he couldn't even recall. All he remembered was that he had made his rules very clear when the interaction transpired, his rules were violated and infringed on, and he walked out. And then that person didn't stop harassing him until he picked up.
The look on his face must have been priceless because his Otouto was looking at him warily as if unsure of what to say.
But what was he supposed to say? That he felt disgusted from the mere idea of people kissing him? That he was ashamed Sasuke witnessed such vulgar words from him that he then twisted to make sense of them?
"Aniki, I didn't mean to eavesdrop," Sasuke whispered. He looked down.
Oh. Instead of thinking ill of Itachi, he thought he was in trouble. That he had done something wrong.
Itachi loosened his grip and instead rested his hands on Sasuke's waist. He hesitated, opening and closing his mouth twice before he forced words out. "I… think kissing people is disgusting," he began, noting Sasuke's alarmed expression. He must have applied that general statement to himself. "I don't like when people touch me either. But I don't want you to misunderstand, Otouto. When you kiss me and touch me, I feel so fucking good I forget about everything else." He pressed his forehead to Sasuke's, his quiet words a bare whisper against Sasuke's lips. "So don't go doing any of the things you do with me with anyone else, okay? Or I'll get mad. You won't like me mad, Otouto."
Sasuke shook his head vehemently. It'd been a long time since Itachi had gotten mad at him. But knowing the outcomes and how bad they were and combining that with Itachi's personality, it was no wonder the boy was so quick to agree.
"Do you regret touching me now, Otouto?" Itachi finally asked, a distraught gaze fixated on Sasuke. Now, Sasuke knew he was an absolute dick and had a horrible temper. His jaw was at the point of pain from clenching as he waited for an answer.
"Aniki." Sasuke swallowed hard. The man noticed his flickering worried gaze between his arms that had tightened around the boy's body and the tightly wounded emotions filling his countenance. "Of course not. I– I liked it… a lot," he admitted in a whisper, eyes round as saucers as if he couldn't believe what he was admitting to.
Fuck.
"Do you feel ashamed of me?" Itachi queried as he littered a bunch of soft kisses along the boy's throat, dozens of mini apologies for the soreness he felt.
Okay. No. That was a lie.
The kisses were a reminder to Sasuke of what he loved so much. What Itachi could offer him.
The boy tilted his chin up to allow Itachi to do his thing. See? They were okay. Sasuke was being so sweet. He even rested his palms along Itachi's forearms while releasing little sighs of pleasure.
"No, Aniki," he mewled in Itachi's lap. "I think you're the coolest."
Aw, fuck.
Itachi paused his ministrations when he heard the comment and kissed the boy's cheek before pulling back with a warm smile.
"See?" he cajoled. "If you like me and I like you, then there's nothing wrong with what we're doing. I'll show you some fun grownup things that will make you feel really good, okay?"
While he waited patiently for an answer, he lightly bounced the boy in his lap, taking note of how Sasuke's gaze was drawn to his bobbing and still very much erect organ.
The boy nodded his head slowly.
Like clockwork, Itachi replied. "But no matter what happens, you can't run away, Otouto. Promise me you won't run away."
This was his stipulation. Like he had previously stated, the boy was a chronic avoider of people and having to talk things out. He tended to flee scenes rather than face them head on because of his constant battle with anxiety.
"Fine," he finally muttered with a little pout.
"Seal it with a kiss?" Itachi responded.
Sasuke leaned in and pecked Itachi's lips.
And that was that.
In an instant, Itachi pressed the boy into the mattress, reverting back to their original position when they came upstairs.
"Aniki's going to worship your body."
The elation he felt was almost manic.
His fingertips skimmed underneath the boy's pullover and, in a split second, it was tossed aside, leaving Sasuke's bare, naked torso before Itachi's feasting eyes. The jeans and briefs disappeared next, leaving Sasuke bare like a slab of meat on the table.
Itachi angled his hips and, ever-so-lightly, he brushed his nether regions against Sasuke's. He heard the boy's breath hitch and his back arch off the bed in a perfect half circle as if he was offering Itachi his body.
He hid a grin against the boy's chest, allowing Sasuke to buck his hips up wildly against his own to chase the tingling sensation he felt when their cocks rubbed together. While his Otouto was occupied, he sucked in one of his nipples. He bit and tugged at the little nub, alternating between biting, licking and sucking until he left behind a darkened circle that enclosed the whole nub.
"Sasuke, you taste like candy," Itachi breathed, lapping his way up to the boy's collarbone only to bite down and suck some more.
"Nngh, A-Aniki," Sasuke wailed, his hips moving faster as his fingers gripped tightly onto the bed sheets. His eyes rolled back as his hips jerked up. "Don't lie," he whispered with a blush. "I just got home and I haven't showered all day."
God, could he be any cuter?
Who did he think Itachi was– an unsullied saint?
He trailed his nose down the boy's torso, licking generously along the way, and stepped off the bed only to hook his arms around the boy's thighs and drag him to the edge of the bed. Sasuke yelped and gripped onto the sheets as the man repositioned himself on his knees on the carpet. Itachi allowed his nose to dipped lower and lower until his chin grazed against curlies. He inhale deeply and pleasure spots in his brain flared and ignited.
"But you smell so good," he egged on, chuckling when Sasuke bit his lip and covered his face with his hands.
Just adorable.
Not only did his Otouto smell heavenly, he also looked delicious.
"Spread your legs for Aniki, baby," he urged, fingers caressing the boy's thighs. "Come on, my sweet kitten. Open up for Aniki."
Very slowly and with prolonged hesitation, Sasuke parted his legs, exposing his groin for all to see.
"Good boy," Itachi praised.
The energetic boy twitched before Itachi's gaze, begging for a touch. The pinkish, round head remained wet with precum, drawing Itachi's attention and hunger to it like a moth to a flame.
"Will you let me taste you?" he murmured, making sure his hot breath fanned over the boy's erection. It dripped incessantly just like Itachi's, yet for some inexplicable reason it looked as if its virginity remained intact. Itachi didn't know if that made any sense at all, but it looked so ripe and unmarred.
He kept his arms wrapped around the boy's thighs, setting Sasuke's legs over his shoulders for support while his slutty tongue peeped out to give Sasuke's dick a languid lick.
A loud, lecherous moan filled Itachi's bedroom.
Fuck. Itachi's cock pulsed at the sound. He had forgotten to wait for the boy to consent. He blamed his impatient tongue.
His tongue swished in his mouth, curling around itself to taste the very little he had licked, and, once Itachi's taste buds registered Sasuke's taste, he nearly lost it.
Sasuke tasted so sweet, so untainted. Itachi wanted more; he wanted unlimited access, buckets full of that taste crammed inside his mouth. His tongue tingled as the aftertaste lingered and teased him. "Can I taste you, Otouto?" he repeated through gritted teeth.
He was barely holding it together, and Sasuke's trembling thighs against his face didn't help either. "Will you let Aniki eat you?"
This was his third time asking although, to be fair, he had been so impatient he didn't leave any time between his questions to allow the boy to actually respond.
But now, at the very least, he said it all. If Sasuke said yes, then Itachi would have free reign. He'd also eat the boy's ass to find out if it tasted naughty or sweet, and then he would thoroughly fuck the boy into the mattress.
Desperately, he clung to his last shred of dignity as Sasuke's Aniki, yet the boy was staring at him with such a hungry look that Itachi almost didn't want to wait for permission anymore.
Fuck this.
"Say yes, Otouto," he said. He might as well have delivered it as a command, retracting the point of giving permission. "Don't deny me, Sasuke. Let Aniki have all of you. Say yes."
He couldn't register the look on his own face nor hear his own tone in his voice. He vaguely noticed his trembling, yet extremely tight grip on his Otouto's thighs because he could see the finger indentations against the boy's soft skin. He tried to loosen his grip, but his fingers felt frozen and were hard to maneuver.
It must have been a millennial until Itachi understood what emotion he was exhibiting that made him act so out-of-character in front of Sasuke: desperation.
Like a tidal wave, it hit him hard and it hit him fast. He didn't have time to recover. Simultaneously, another realization blossomed: it was impossible to control it, impossible to reign it in.
However, amidst the rush of panic, a single word, so quiet and tender, tickled Itachi's eardrums like an angel's whisper.
"Yes."
His Otouto had not rejected him. Overwhelming euphoria encased Itachi's being.
And then he completely lost it.
H.J.
Yes, yes, I know. How did I manage to write 5k words without any penetration, right? Well, can't rush perfection. Perfection being the foundation of their relationship of course. ;)
In case you're unaware, I worship Itachi. I write him so imperfectly to balance out Sasuke, but don't confuse that with Itachi being perfection himself. He is my muse.
Anyway, last part in next chapter (for reals this time), and then back to the present. Huzaaah.