Part 10: The Things We Do
It had been three days since Sasuke found his Aniki in the shower, and in those three days, Itachi had only uttered a few words. Not sentences. Words. Although this was common with Itachi when he was in the presence of others, it was uncommon in front of Sasuke, and that, in itself, was worrisome.
This silent version of his brother was quite scary. Sasuke would not even notice that Itachi had entered the room unless he moved or made some noise, and the fact that he could blend into the surroundings without Sasuke taking note was rather ghost-like.
Occasionally, the boy would catch a glimpse of Itachi eyeing the safe on his shelf with conflicting emotions. Sometimes, it looked like he was ready to beat someone into the ground; other times, he looked shaken up like he was ready to cry.
Both expressions made Sasuke frown each time he caught them, and he would abandon what he was doing to go bug the man. When he did, those emotions would disappear almost instantly as if they ever existed.
Another thing that Sasuke was embarrassingly aware of was the fact that he knew how many days it had been since they had sex: three-and-a-half. He dared not say that he was looking forward to next time, but recently he noticed that he'd been shying glances at his Aniki more.
At first, it was purely out of concern for Itachi's well-being. He had been so surprised when his usually astute, capable, and headstrong Aniki cried in his arms, not once but multiple times over the course of the last few days. It seemed to be at random moments when Itachi would have silent streaks of tears dripping down his cheek, and each time Sasuke would ask, he'd shy away. He could recount the number of times he saw Itachi cry in their lifetime and it amounted to less than what he witnessed over the last half week.
From there, he began to make it a habit of peeking over to make sure he was okay. Honestly, Sasuke had no idea when it went from checking to see if Itachi was doing okay to admiring Itachi's features… among other things.
Sure, it didn't take an idiot to instantly recognize that his Aniki was purely the reincarnation of a God. Even a blind person knew that. And of course, Sasuke had always thought Itachi was the most attractive person he'd ever met, yet he had always ignored other thoughts regarding the man because he knew they weren't his to have.
Sasuke shifted on the sofa and rubbed the bridge of his nose where his glasses were propped. His eyes flickered from the small textbook in his hand to his Aniki, whose head was nestled in his lap as he snoozed quietly, and he carefully set the book down in favor of admiring the man's features.
There were dark shadows under his Aniki's eyes, ones that grew more prominent with each day, and if he could help it, he'd prefer not to wake him up. Sasuke brushed some long strands of hair away from his Itachi's face, lightly smoothing out the long tresses by stroking them back gently. The scrunched up lines between the man's brows seemed to ease up as he did so, and the boy smiled triumphantly.
He didn't know why, but his Aniki was always very receptive to his touch. Even more so lately than in their childhood. Sasuke leaned forward and pressed a warm kiss to Itachi's forehead, just like his brother did to him as a child, and smiled.
"I don't know what's been going through your mind the last few days, but you don't have to force yourself," he whispered to the slumbering man. "I'll be here when you're ready to talk, okay?"
He closed his eyes and bent forward again, but this time he stole a kiss from his Aniki with a stupid, mischievous grin on his face. Itachi's lips were strong and pliant, soft and warm.
"I should steal at least one, right?" he murmured against his Aniki's lips.
However, when the boy pulled back and opened his eyes, he was staring directly into black midnight orbs. Having been caught, Sasuke bit his lip and smiled nervously.
"Again," Itachi uttered.
That single word had a strange effect on him. The panic in his chest dissipated almost instantly, and this time he leaned forward and pressed another kiss onto Itachi's awaiting lips.
He felt his Aniki's strong hand weave around the back of his neck and through his hair almost too gently, holding him in place as his tongue slipped into Sasuke's mouth.
The boy moaned. God, it had just been a few days, but he hadn't realized how much he had missed the man's kisses. He flicked his tongue over Itachi's probing one, and another groan slipped out and echoed between the two of them. His Aniki always tasted so addictive that he couldn't help himself, and the man was such a good kisser that even pressing his lips against Itachi's made Sasuke giddy.
Even though Sasuke enjoyed the kiss, he felt that something was off about it. Itachi was way too quiet and still, and the way that Sasuke was being kissed felt… off. He couldn't quite place his finger on what was different other than recognizing the unhurried, drawn out pace in which the lips pressed against his moved.
When he opened his eyes to steal a glance, he was startled by Itachi's eyes unabashedly staring at his face with a foreign expression. It wasn't lust nor affection, anger nor distrust. If Sasuke wanted to describe it, it seemed like indifference.
A calculating indifference.
Something trembled in his chest as he slowly pulled away.
"Did you hate it?" were the first words that came out of his mouth, shaky and lacking confidence. The boy tried to keep his expression neutral, but it faltered underneath Itachi's unreadable expression.
Why did that expression bother him so much? It was a look that Itachi often wore in public when dealing with other people, and now he was turning it on him as if… as if Sasuke wasn't any different from those strangers. As if Sasuke wasn't special to Itachi.
Was this why he had been so quiet the last few days?
He had been so used to Itachi looking at him like he was the only person that existed in his world that he never stopped to wonder how he would feel if that had ceased to happen.
"Sit in my lap, Sasuke," Itachi said. His voice was quiet, but his tone also lacked any discernible emotion.
And he did not call him Otouto. Nor the silly nicknames. Just Sasuke.
The boy scrambled to comply as soon as Itachi sat up on the couch, settling himself onto Itachi's thighs.
"Answer my question, Aniki," he whispered pleadingly, close to tears. The overthinking got the best of him and Itachi, who was usually quick to console him, did not do so.
He watched his Aniki busy himself with taking off his glasses and setting them aside, his eyes taking in Sasuke's unease. Other than that, Itachi left his hands on his own knees, refusing to touch Sasuke.
"The question should be: did you hate it?" the man responded, an edge in his tone.
"What do you mean?" Sasuke bemoaned. "You know I love your kisses."
"No. I only know you love kissing," Itachi replied. The more he spoke the more deadened his tone became as if he was holding back what he really wanted to say.
Sasuke's hands reached out to bunch up Itachi's T-shirt, and he pressed his cheek against the man's chest. Again, Itachi didn't make a move to touch him, remaining still like a statue in his seat.
"You're wrong! I do love kissing, but I've only ever kissed you, so I know I love kissing you," Sasuke said. "Please, Aniki. Don't be mad at me. I'm sorry."
"I'm not mad," came Itachi's brusque reply.
"You are," Sasuke uttered into Itachi's chest. "You're the one who chased me all the way here. You're the one who said you love me and that I belong to you. You're the one who started this! But now you're treating me like I don't matter. Are you throwing me away now after you've had your fun like you did with all those other men? Don't lie to me!"
"What are you trying to say, Otouto? How should I treat you?"
"Like you love me," Sasuke whispered fiercely, pushing away from Itachi's chest to peer up at him through his wet lashes.
"Then, do you love me?" Itachi asked quietly, eyes flickering over Sasuke's head as if he was unable to meet his gaze. As if he was uncomfortable asking such a question and didn't want to hear the answer.
"When haven't I loved you?" Sasuke replied angrily, swiping his tears off his face with the back of his hand.
Itachi's unsure gaze hardened and his narrowed eyes found Sasuke's. "That's not what I mean," he said in a cold tone.
"What else could you mean?!" Sasuke shrieked. "I gave you my first kiss, my virginity, and all of my spare time! What else do you want from me?"
Itachi's hands abruptly ceased Sasuke's hips, each one gripping tightly on each side to keep him in place. His eyes darkened and he gritted his teeth. "I want all of you!" he hissed. "I want all of your time. I want all of your attention. I want all of your love and your kisses. I want all of your body and your heart. I want you to be so obsessed with me that I'm all you think about every second of every day. I want you to run towards me, not away from me! I want you to belong only to me! I want your everything. That's what I want! That's the kind of love I'm talking about."
His Aniki's chest was heaving, the anger he so desperately wanted to ignore igniting before Sasuke's eyes. "I…You…."
Itachi didn't let him get a word in, and that wasn't possible anyway because Sasuke was stunned speechless.
"Do you understand now? How can you not matter to me when I can only think of you? I love you so much that it's driving me crazy! I want to chain you to my side for life! Can you say the same? Do you love me like I love you?" Itachi snarled.
Sasuke panicked. He had never seen Itachi so livid in his entire life, and he needed to stop it in its tracks before it got worse. So he did the first thing that came to his mind. He clasped onto his Aniki's cheeks in his palms and smashed his lips against Itachi's, tongue immediately delving between the man's parted lips.
The boy kissed him desperately as if he was attempting to suck away the desperation that leeched heavily into his Aniki's voice, as if he wanted to bear part of the burden that had driven Itachi mad.
He felt the man respond in kind, a feral sense of desperation in the way he latched on and consumed Sasuke's lips, pushing his tongue back into his mouth to devour him. Their lips bruised quickly under the hurried, unseemly pace, while Itachi pressed Sasuke against him as if his life depended on it.
When they tore away, both were exhaling harshly. Sasuke dropped his forehead to Itachi's shoulder. "Aniki…" he breathed, "I hear you… I want you to know that I hear you, okay? And I want to tell you that we're both reading the same book. You're just a few chapters ahead…. Just give me some time."
Itachi's embrace tightened, but he seemed to take those words in rather well, because when his breathing evened out and he coaxed Sasuke to lean back to meet his gaze, the crazed glint in his eyes seemed to be dissipating.
"You're not lying to me, are you?" Itachi asked quietly, his eyes searching for truth within Sasuke's expression.
Sasuke shook his head vehemently. "I'm not lying. I promise," he murmured. "And I keep my promises…. Well, except for running away, but I won't do it again."
"What should I do if you're lying to me?" Itachi growled, features grim. "I'll let you set the terms."
Sasuke's face flushed. He could feel Itachi's breath cascading over his lips, and his eyes chased after the details of his features up close. The boy swallowed hard.
He hesitated before opening his mouth. "If… if I'm lying or I run away from you again, then I give you permission to do whatever you want to me for 48 hours," he said.
Itachi's gaze narrowed on him, and Sasuke nearly shrank back at the intensity.
"Whatever I want?" his Aniki asked as if testing those words out.
He nodded.
"Thunder strikes those who break promises, Sasuke."
"I know. I won't, Aniki."
After a moment's thought, the man finally nodded in acquiescence, and Sasuke sighed in relief.
"Now show me how much you love kissing me, Otouto."
Sasuke blushed and averted his eyes. "Don't make fun of me," he muttered, recalling his previous declaration.
"Prove to me that you love my kisses," Itachi responded, not a hint of mirth present in his eyes. He coaxed Sasuke closer to him using the hand on the back of Sasuke's head while his arm tightened drastically around the boy's waist.
The boy copied Itachi's previous movement, weaving his hand behind the man's neck and skimming his fingers through his Aniki's hair. He tilted Itachi's head slightly with a firm palm and pressed a few pecks on the man's awaiting lips before keeping them firmly pressed against them. His tongue trailed between the seams and he released a small sigh. "Let me in, Achi," he whispered against Itachi's lips, half-lidded eyes gazing fondly at Itachi.
H.J.
Itachi liked sex. It was one of those things he could always take physical pleasure from. It didn't matter where it came from as long as his partner was his type: fair-skinned, dark-haired, and, once in a blue moon when he got lucky, sweet and innocent. That was his trifecta.
He wasn't the type to be ashamed of this side of him that enjoyed carnal pleasures and sought out sex, but ever since he seduced his Otouto into his bed, it became an obsolete topic to speak of his previous conquests.
To some degree, Itachi knew that this was his way of attempting to hide his personality from his Otouto. He absolutely hated the idea of Sasuke knowing about what he used to do on nights he returned late, and if he could, he'd erase his past in a jiffy.
He wanted to solely focus on his Otouto for the rest of their lives, and he wanted Sasuke to love him unconditionally. His past could ruin their path to happiness. After all, who would love a man with so few morals?
As the days skittered by since their first time together, it became more and more evident to Itachi that sex with his Otouto was different. Rather than like, he loved sleeping with Sasuke. It was beyond the physical need to feel pleasure with the boy.
With Sasuke, it was more of an obsession, an act not simply carried out for physical gratification, but to reinstate his claim and express the love he kept bottled up in his cage. If Sasuke gave Itachi permission to penetrate him, then that was his declaration to Itachi that he wanted him. It verified Itachi's existence in an instant whenever his Otouto gave him permission to touch and love him. An affirmation of love, of possession.
In return, the raw act of filling Sasuke up each round with his seed was Itachi's gesture of love and giving the boy his everything. He gave a part of him to his Otouto each time he came inside. It was such a special gesture to Itachi… After all, he never fucked anyone bare before simply because it rubbed him the wrong way. Why hand over a part of him to someone he didn't care for?
Others weren't privy to his cum no matter how much they begged to be recipients. In fact, it was often a huge turn off for him when his nightly ventures would beg him desperately for it. However, for Sasuke, Itachi would do anything. He would give anything to his Otouto if he asked, and it filled him with great bliss to empty inside his Otouto and see the warm smile overtake the boy's face and hear the moan rip from his mouth each time Itachi filled him with his seed. He even liked to think that he had given his virginity to Sasuke in a roundabout way if first times included sex without protection.
The only concern he had when he made love to his Otouto was his inability to remain conscientious. He'd love Sasuke so thoroughly that he'd get too carried away, and sometimes, he would only half register the words that came out of his mouth… too far gone to control himself.
His urges seemed to have multiplied since the first time, growing stronger and stronger, as the need to claim his Otouto grew exponentially and bombarded him in shorter bursts each time he looked at that beautiful face and experienced such delicate, sweet kisses.
Kisses like the ones his Otouto was giving him now while he sweetly beckoned to him with his nickname against his lips.
What he really wanted to do was slam the boy down on the coffee table and fuck him until he cried and begged him to stop while laying in a mess of their sticky fluids. He wanted to lick the tears off Sasuke's face as he was balls deep inside and see the swell of his Otouto's asshole the morning after as he washed the boy in the bath.
But he always held back because he knew Sasuke would pass out like he did the afternoon after when Itachi had chained him to the bed's railing. He had lost himself so badly that time that he didn't stop even when his Otouto's body lay limp in his arms. The essence of a heartless monster.
Never in his existence had he felt such animalistic instincts before, instincts that urged him to claim what was rightfully his. Instincts that were impossible to hold back because he wanted it, too. And currently, as he felt Sasuke's wanton figure moving against his own, seeking his touch, he couldn't help but loosen his control over himself.
"Let me fuck you, Otouto," Itachi breathed as Sasuke squirmed in his lap and his lips moved more fervently against his own. Simultaneously, his palms squeezed Sasuke's backside, earning him an adorable squeak. "Let Aniki fuck you," he repeated almost desperately, lips breaking away from his Otouto's as he placed a bunch of kisses hastily along the boy's neck.
"Aniki…" Sasuke whined as he grinded down in Itachi's lap, making it evident that they both sported erections.
Itachi brought two fingers to his mouth and sucked on them, applying a coat of his saliva along them hastily, before he dipped them under the band of Sasuke's pants. He pressed one against the boy's twitching hole while his mouth came down to suck on Sasuke's neck.
He realized, then, that he'd held back for far too many days and his hurried actions were the result of his bruised psyche and need to reclaim the boy.
All his Otouto did was arch away before he began to rub himself along Itachi's poised finger, adding pressure to his own entrance.
Itachi pushed inside, knuckle deep, with less resistance than before standing in his way, growling as Sasuke whined and grinded against him for more. When he pulled out, he pushed back in with two fingers, feeling the tightness increase inside, squishing his fingers together.
"Ahh! A l-little slower!" Sasuke yelped, his eyes shut tight, while lithe fingers gripping onto Itachi's wide shoulders. But he didn't tell Itachi to stop, and the man reveled in that.
"Why?" Itachi grunted as he began to scissor his fingers. "You're taking them so well here. It's making me jealous."
"Stop i-it. Don't say w-weird things, nngh, Aniki!"
Not once did Itachi take his eyes away from Sasuke's face. He monitored closely, deprivation filling his veins the more moans Sasuke released.
"I want to get you pregnant, Otouto," Itachi confessed shamelessly. "Do you think you'll get pregnant if I fill you with all of my cum? Should we try?"
That was the other thing. Since the very first time, he'd been consumed with an incorrigible obsession to fill Sasuke with him cum. It petrified Itachi how much his brain told him that it was a must, that he needed to do it or else.
Sasuke's eyes snapped open, staring at Itachi incredulously. "What are you s-saying? Ahh, I already told you, Achi… I'm ugh a boy… I can't have babies…."
But Itachi wasn't having any of it. In fact, he refused to listen, intent on doing something to ease the worries that have been lurking in his mind the last few days.
Come to think of it, his baby had gone from running away from him and refusing to see or talk to him to grinding down wantonly on his fingers while sitting in Itachi's lap. This was supposed to be good. His Otouto, at the very least, enjoyed and craved his touch to a certain degree.
If he could only get Sasuke pregnant, then he'd be more at ease. Anatomically, he knew it was impossible to impregnate a boy, but the edge wouldn't wear off and the more Itachi thought about it, the more unease he felt. The anxiety within swelled into a tight ball, nearly suffocating Itachi.
He swallowed hard with a growl, slipping an additional palm underneath Sasuke's pants to add a third finger in the boy's hole. Now, he was physically stretching his Otouto: two fingers from his left hand and one from his right tugging gently at the opening, massaging while thrusting inside.
His Otouto was a moaning, shaky mess in his lap, head dug into Itachi's shoulders to offset his unsteady body. However, his hips moved to the rhythm of the fingers thrusting against his prostate, not once ceasing as Itachi stretched him open.
"Good boy," Itachi crooned. "You're so tight inside. Can you handle Aniki's cock again?"
"Mmm… ahhh, A-Aniki. I want it… please," a slightly delirious Sasuke groaned. He looked up at Itachi with such an air of seductive innocence shrouded beneath heavy lust that it made Itachi's erection twitch violently.
"Should I wear a condom?" he breathed, pulling his fingers out while simultaneously stripping the boy of his bottoms.
To his utter surprise, yet satisfaction, the boy had unbuttoned Itachi's jeans and unzipped him, allowing his cock to be on full display. A hiss escaped the man's lips when it bobbed out into the open, the underside already wet with precum.
"No! No, Aniki!" came Sasuke's instant response, alarmed, as if Itachi had just told him he was going to commit murder. His voice lowered to a bare whisper. "...I don't want you to wear one, Aniki."
Now, this, Itachi found interesting. Each time Itachi asked the boy if he should wear protection before fucking him, Sasuke would interject with a panicked expression. The first time he asked, Sasuke had rejected the idea, definitely not fond of it. This time, he looked as though he would burst into tears if Itachi didn't heed his wishes.
"What if I wear one?" Itachi challenged. The situation was quite incredulous, almost funny if you thought about it, but that was besides the point. He always had a spare in his bag anyway, a habit he picked up from his nights out.
"You can't!" Sasuke jerked in Itachi's lap, palms fastened to the man's chest, inciting Itachi's curiosity.
It wasn't that he felt like giving his baby a hard time, but the man had been feeling wronged, and his Otouto wanting him so blatantly gave him a sense of security… no matter how false it was.
"Why not?" the elder queried.
"Because you can't!" Sasuke yelled petulantly as his fingers wrapped around Itachi's base, other hand pressed firmly against the man's chest as if not allowing him to get up to retrieve a condom.
The boy hefted his hips and stuffed Itachi's swollen erection between his cheeks, as if attempting to rid Itachi's thoughts of searching for protection by distracting him.
'If I get Aniki inside me first, then he won't feel the need to wear a condom anymore' was probably what his dear Otouto was thinking as he pressed Itachi's dripping head against his hole and tried to shove it inside him with little success.
Itachi watched Sasuke's desperation in secret delight, pure glee in his eyes shrouded in a cloud lust. His tongue came out to flick over his lower lip, biting down to hide the eerie tilt of his lips.
After making love to Itachi a few times, didn't his Otouto know that Itachi was much too large to take in in such a position if he didn't have some help?
Itachi let the boy struggle, his attempts to bounce on the head of his cock drawing slutty moans from his lips, which intermingled with groans of frustration. Rather than help, he watched thoughtfully in silence, the scene of his beautiful baby shoving the head inside of his tight little hole completely thrilling and new to him.
He wanted to see more. Make Sasuke more desperate for him, so that, at the very least, he could understand a smidgen of what Itachi felt daily for months now… so that he could recognize that he wanted this, too.
"Otouto, if you do that, I'll spill all my cum inside you," he muttered, glittering eyes gazing at Sasuke's arching body against his.
"Unngh, yes, Aniki! ...Please…." Sasuke's brows drew together, his face cherry red, as he finally released his palm, which was wrapped around Itachi's cock, when he got a fourth of Itachi's cock inside of him.
Itachi rotated his hips upwards once, hands firmly on Sasuke's hips, but he did not thrust. He leaned forward, mouth next to the boy's ear as he whispered, "But I thought you didn't want to have Aniki's baby? That's all my cum is good for."
Sasuke whined at those words, the sound going straight to Itachi's lower region. "But Aniki…."
"No, my love," Itachi growled. "If you want my bare cock inside your ass, then you're going to have to let me breed you until you have my baby."
Sasuke shuddered against Itachi's body, and the man felt the trembles of his thighs by his side. His silence was taken as a "no."
"Since you don't want me to get you pregnant, then we can stop, or I can put on a condom. Otherwise, I'm not going to touch you. What do you want me to do? Stop or condom?"
Itachi watched as his Otouto shook his head vehemently, biting his lower lip until it became bruised. The man decided he needed some encouragement so he lifted the boy up and off of his cock, revealing his swollen, darkish red erection, which twitched violently in disagreement.
Sasuke yelped and reached out to steady himself in Itachi's arms, a displeased cry filtering through his lips. "No!" he cried. "N-No, Aniki, please! I don't want to… I don't want to! Are you still m-mad? I'm sorry. I… I'm sorry…."
"I'm not mad."
Just frustrated. There were too many frustrating things piling up. The running away. The letter. His unrequited love. The anxiety. The sense of abandonment. The unease.
"I just don't understand why you insist on doing it bare, especially when it has no benefits for you."
Itachi sighed and stood, lifting the boy in his arms, and headed toward the bedroom. He laid Sasuke on the bed and walked around to the side he had been using to access his laptop bag, the only thing he had brought over. In the front pocket, he procured a strip of condoms and detached one.
He ripped the edge off of a lubed one with his teeth as he stood bedside, noticing the wide tear-filled gaze watching him as he rolled it over himself. The smell of rubber hit the air before he even finished, and Itachi climbed onto the bed on his knees, hovering over the sobbing boy.
"Y-You s-said anything I-I want…" Sasuke cried, a hiccup interrupting his choppy sentence. "You t-told me y-you'd give m-me anything I w-want."
Itachi paused. He certainly did say that when Sasuke initially rejected the use of rubber during their first time months ago. A part of Itachi was happy that Sasuke remembered such a detail, but circumstances change, and sometimes for a greater purpose.
"I gave you a choice and you didn't choose, so I'm choosing for you."
The boy reached out toward him, more specifically toward his erection, but Itachi was ready for it. He swatted Sasuke's hand away, trapping both wrists against the mattress instead. Sasuke struggled against his hovering body as Itachi lined his cock against his opening.
His Otouto must have felt the cool, slippery tip of the rubber brush against his hole before warmth pressed against it, because he flinched and flailed more, tears cascading down his cheeks.
"Take it off! Take it off! I hate it! I don't want it!" Sasuke cried against Itachi's body. "Aniki, no!"
Itachi added pressure against the boy's soft opening, the head slipping inside Sasuke's arched body. The squish of rubber reverberated in the room along with its thick, pungent scent.
"When you tell me what I want to hear, I'll take it off," Itachi grunted as he released the boy and gathered him in his arms. And just like that, slowly and steadily, Itachi slid inside Sasuke's soft insides until his hips brushed against the boy's glutes.
"Why?" Sasuke sobbed, hands curled into fists against Itachi's chest, as his body tried to shrink into itself. "You didn't use one a few days ago. Why now? Was it the letter? Do you hate me?" the boy sobbed. "I'm sorry, Aniki. I'm sorry."
"No!" Itachi denied. "I don't want to talk about that. I don't want to hear about it!" The man seized Sasuke's wrists and held them firmly on the bedspread, teeth gritted in anger from the topic even being brought up.
Itachi looked away from his Otouto's face, unable to stand the wide eyes that peered at him knowingly, as if mocking him while saying, 'I knew it.'
While still seated deep inside, he looked toward the part they were joined and grinded his hips petulantly, tucking his weeping cock deeper inside and earning him a strangled moan. And despite his strange reaction toward Sasuke's previous words, he did harp on it.
"The letter is irrelevant. You are already mine. You can't belong to anyone else." Itachi switched his grips to pin down the boy's hips.
Sasuke shuddered against his body, the boy's warmth seeping through Itachi's chest like a heater as his cries echoed in his ears like a siren's song. His Otouto had latched onto his shoulders just like Itachi knew he would, but instead of holding on, he was struggling to cut down on his moans as he attempted to push himself away from the man.
"If you're going to wear a condom, then I don't want it!" Sasuke said fiercely, reminding Itachi of an adorable angry kitten. The boy wiggled his hips and attempted to scoot back against the headboard, but had little luck because Itachi followed his movements, thrusting deep into Sasuke.
"A-Ahh! Aniki!" Sasuke shrieked in retaliation.
"Tell me what I want to hear," Itachi demanded. At this point, he no longer cared if it was the truth. He just wanted to hear the contents of those words. That's all he wanted.
He pulled out, only to flip Sasuke onto his stomach, spread open his pale cheeks, and ram into him from behind.
"Uhhnng, n-no… s-stop it… that's… t-that's too deep, Aniki!" Sasuke pushed himself onto his palms, his chin jutting back as he glanced behind him at Itachi's face.
Once again, the man didn't know what kind of expression he was making, but it probably wasn't anything nice, because his Otouto tried to crawl off the bed to get away from him. With little effort, Itachi dragged him back by his hips.
Sasuked cried out as his hole was abused, his body trembling to stay upright with each of Itachi's thrusts. Itachi kept his eyes on Sasuke's face, occasionally flickering over to the tight, little hole that was being stretched open by his cock.
He hardly felt bad about what he was doing to his precious baby right now, given the numerous indications he received from Sasuke, which screamed, 'It feels so good.' The boy's eyes were glazed over in lust, he was panting harshly against the mattress where his cheek was pressed, he was meeting Itachi's thrusts despite his retaliation and verbal disapproval, and his hole had gotten so incredibly soft and wet that Itachi thought he would melt inside.
Contrary to his insistence on wearing protection, what Itachi was really attempting to protect himself from was his ego and pain. He hated the measly, audacious piece of rubber that kept him from being connected to his Otouto on a deeper, more personal level. He hated having to even place a barrier between his beloved and himself and loathed the fact that his dick could not taste Sasuke's insides properly because of it.
In fact, he wanted to tear it off and ram inside raw even more so than Sasuke, but he had given his Otouto everything and the boy did not realize that he was taking advantage of Itachi's sweet-natured personality toward him. A relationship was a give-and-take, an exchange of affection and doting, and Itachi wasn't so completely deluded to recognize that he clearly desired Sasuke much more than the boy desired him. In fact, Itachi hardly felt like he was on his Otouto's radar.
The rejection stung.
He felt distant and unfulfilled, a big, gaping hole inside his chest where his heart once was. The lights had been turned off inside in congruence with the frazzled outward emotions he showcased.
"Just tell me what I want to hear, Otouto," Itachi begged, his voice laced with a tragic amount of pain that it forced Sasuke to pause, taken aback, and reevaluate his actions. Itachi blinked back tears, yet his lower lip trembled slightly as if it couldn't quite handle the intensity of the emotions he felt.
H.J.
"A-Achi…." Sasuke pressed himself up, his arm moving back to cup Itachi's face. Sasuke shuddered in pleasure, his movement causing his Aniki to press deep inside him. "Don't cry," he whispered.
The boy didn't know why, but when Itachi cried, his heart hurt. He'd always known his brother to be a strong and confident man, so when he was biting back tears like he was doing now, Sasuke instincts told him to make it better.
"I'm not crying," Itachi denied, yet he dug his cheek into Sasuke's palm, seeking comfort. Even his hips stopped thrusting.
Sasuke pushed himself upright onto his knees, pressing his back completely against Itachi's chest, so that he could be physically closer to the man. In return, his Aniki's arms coiled around his waist. The boy was embraced in Itachi's arms, his head turned sideways to see the downward casted eyes that stared a hole into his shoulder.
"What do you want me to say?" Sasuke asked gently.
"You figure it out," Itachi grumbled as he plastered himself closer to Sasuke's body like a massive guard dog while pressing a hand on the boy's belly to keep his glutes against his hips.
Sasuke's head tilted back and a moan left his bruised lips. He closed his eyes briefly, allowing a smile to fall onto his face. His Aniki was pouting. 'Cute' couldn't even begin to describe it.
Sasuke moved his hand to the back of his Aniki's neck and pressed a kiss to Itachi's cheek. "If I guess right, will you take off the condom?" he asked sweetly. Intentionally, almost too deliberately, he nuzzled gently just below his Aniki's chin
If Itachi was going to be unreasonable, then Sasuke was going to play his own cards. It wasn't like he was completely ignorant of what kinds of things Itachi was receptive to.
In fact, if the recent encounters taught him anything, it was that Itachi listened well to him as long as he was sweet and kind.
The boy tilted his head up and pressed a peck to Itachi's chin, hiding a smile when his Aniki bristled in surprise and leaned in closer to him. You see? Completely complacent.
With one palm cinched around Itachi's hips, Sasuke grinded himself into the man, earning him a breathy moan. Sasuke's hole twitched around the intrusion but swallowed it perfectly, and he continued to to gyrate his hips backwards, relying on Itachi's powerful stance to keep them from moving backwards.
Sasuke exhaled harshly and pressed his other palm right below his belly button. "I feel like my stomach is going to burst when you fuck me this deeply," he whispered hoarsely, head leaned back against Itachi's shoulder. "Is that what you want to hear? Because it's true."
His Aniki snaked an arm up his torso and wrapped a hand gently around his throat while his other held tight against Sasuke's side. He growled and shoved his hips forward, but did not acknowledge the statement.
So that wasn't it.
Sasuke tried different phrases one after the other.
"You feel so good inside, Aniki…. Do you like making me feel good with your cock? It's so hot inside…. Did you want to make me yours like this?"
"You're already mine," Itachi snarled from behind, biting down on Sasuke's shoulder. "You were mine as soon as you let me kiss you. You can't take it back."
The boy groaned and tilted his head, allowing the man to do his deed. If he didn't and complained, his Aniki would probably flip out even more and become more brash and unreasonable.
"Then, I'm yours, Aniki. Is that what you want to hear? You have me. I'm yours."
Itachi fucked him incessantly with so much rigor that it felt punishing, but each time he grinded inside, the head of his cock slammed painfully against his prostate, making sparks fly in Sasuke's eyes.
"Don't lie to me," Itachi bit out through gritted teeth. "I know you don't mean it."
Why were those words filled with so much sadness?
Sasuke flinched, dipping his head back to look up at the man whose hand tightened around his throat.
"I'm not lying," he breathed out, managing to lick a tear droplet off his Aniki's chin. It was warm and salty, but somehow sweet and dainty. "F-fuck… Aniki… I'm not lying. Take the condom off, please? I'll show you I'm not lying. I won't run away… ahh. I promise. I won't run away ever again if you take it off. Please?"
"You haven't told me what I want yet, Sasuke," Itachi grunted.
Sasuke frowned. What more could Itachi want? His eyes flickered down to his hand on his belly, and a thought came to mind. If he couldn't find the right words, then perhaps provocation seemed to be his best bet if his Aniki was going to be this unreasonable.
"But don't you want to get me pregnant?" he asked, innocently blinking at the man through his long, cascading eyelashes.
When Itachi froze upon hearing his words, the word 'jackpot' flickered through Sasuke's mind.
"What did you say?" Itachi growled.
"You said… you said you wanted me to have your babies, Aniki," Sasuke began, tone unbelievably coaxing and sweet. He fluttered his eyelids and swallowed hard before he spoke again. "If you take it off, then you can fill my belly with your cum, Aniki. Then, I can have your baby."
If there was one thing Sasuke knew since he was a child, he always got what he wanted, because anything he wanted, his Aniki would fight Heaven and Earth to give him. He just needed to phrase it correctly. He refused to be equated to one of those two-cent whores his Aniki fucked with protection and then tossed away as if they were dirty. He was supposed to be special.
And a few shiny words that wouldn't have resolute consequences wouldn't harm either of them anyway.
"You… You are playing with fire, Otouto." Itachi gritted his teeth.
"Aniki…" Sasuke whispered, licking Itachi's jawline as if he was a kitten. He grinded his ass against his Aniki and released a sweet moan for good measure. "Doesn't it feel good inside me? I want your cum in my ass. Don't you want to get me pregnant? ...I'll have your baby. Just take the condom off. I love feeling your hot cum fill my ass."
Itachi's hand on Sasuke's throat tightened in warning. "Why are you so obsessed with me not wearing one?" he demanded.
Let's not talk about him for a second and inquire why Itachi was so keen on wearing one. Sasuke's reaction was instantaneous, seductive to anger in seconds. "Because you're treating me like I'm no different from one of them," he spat that word out scathingly.
It was so startling that Itachi stopped his movements to eye him carefully. In fact, it seemed to add a layer of confusion because his Aniki pulled out of him instantly and flipped him around to face him, attempting to get a read on him.
With his biceps ceased, Sasuke looked away, the unmistakable glare reflecting in his eyes.
The man shook him."What are you talking about?" his idiot Aniki asked.
"Why don't you figure it out?" he replied childishly, throwing Itachi's words back at him. He crossed his arms with a 'hmph' and glared at the floor.
"Who's 'them'?" Itachi asked, eyes roaming Sasuke's face. Upon seeing the boy's irritation, it seemed to click in his brain. "Oh."
Sasuke made a noise akin to a snort and pushed himself away. "Is that all you have to say? 'Oh?' How rich."
"I didn't know you knew."
"You always came home smelling like hotel soap. Of course I knew! I'm not stupid!" Sasuke hollered.
In fact, Sasuke was so abundantly aware of this because, each time his Aniki would come home late at night, he'd always go directly to him for some form of skinship. If Sasuke was studying, Itachi would latch onto him from behind. If he was sleeping, he'd crawl into his bed and Sasuke would wake up with dead weight around his waist. If he was in the shower, Itachi would come in and sit on the bathroom counter and wait for him to come out only to follow him to the next room. It was like those individual nights out were the catalyst of Itachi's occasional clingy behavior.
So it wasn't that it was easy to figure out what he had been doing, but his idiot Aniki had made it too obvious and the repelling scent had been there every single time that it didn't require detective skills to figure it out.
The infuriating thing about confronting his Aniki was that the man stood there, head tilted slightly as if deep in thought, before a very slow, odd smile curled onto the corner of his lips.
"Why are you so angry, Otouto?" he inquired, closing in on the boy who was shifting back against the bed frame.
"I'm mad because I asked you to take that off but you wouldn't!"
"Hmm… are you jealous?"
Sasuke stared daggers at Itachi through his narrowed eyes. "Do I not have the right to be jealous?" Sasuke hissed. "Should I go out and sleep around with a bunch of strangers, then come home to you smelling like hotel soap? Are you telling me you wouldn't be jealous?"
Itachi's gaze hardened. "You wouldn't dare," he hissed.
Sasuke ignored him, proceeding to spit out everything on his mind. "You see? How is that any different than how I feel? You tell me that you always use condoms when you fuck your whores, and that I get to choose what I want from you. You said you'd give me anything I want. I'm asking for such a simple thing, but you won't even say yes. I'm supposed to be special. "
Sasuke was so busy on his rant that he neglected to pinpoint the fingertips that were outstretched toward him until they brushed his cheek and cupped it.
"Sasuke, baby," Itachi called to him, his voice abnormally gentle, "are you saying the reason why you're so adamant about it is because you're jealous of others and you want me to prove that you're my special one?"
Sasuke looked away. "...Yeah… so what? What's wrong with that?"
Itachi features looked brighter than ever, the previous painful expression erased as if it never existed.
"They're not important to me at all, Otouto. I never saw them again. I only have you now, and it will always be you. You're my ray of sunshine."
The smile that the man presented Sasuke was beyond dazzling, which made him question who was the actual light bringer in their lives. A pout formed on his puffy lips. "I only have you, too," Sasuke responded, "so why can't you take it off? Am I dirty, too?"
A sweet kiss was placed on his lips, lasting only a second. "No, baby," Itachi cooed as he wrapped him in his arms tightly. "I'm the dirty one. I'm not good enough for you, but even so, I can't bring myself to let you go."
"I'll get mad if you let me go," Sasuke muttered. Flashbacks of the day after, texts and calls, the stalking, the confrontations, and the emotions he felt during their time together flitted through his mind as if he was partaking in a silent film. After everything his Aniki put him through, to renege now after roping Sasuke, himself, in would be grossly inappropriate.
The boy wanted to burst out laughing. As if there weren't other things that were inappropriate.
"I'll never let you go, Otouto. I won't let anyone steal you from me. Even if you try to run from me again, I'll do whatever I have to to keep you by my side," Itachi said. "You understand, right? I can't live without you."
The boy shivered upon hearing those words. He understood alright. Itachi was quite scary when it came to matters concerning him. Even if Sasuke tried to leave one day, nothing good would come of it. He swallowed hard.
"What if one day I don't want this anymore? Do I get to choose?" he whispered, immediately regretting his question when his Aniki's eyes darkened.
"I'll do anything I can to keep us together" was his Aniki's vague response. Something in the way he delivered those words didn't sit quite right with Sasuke. They were unbelievably cold, a definite no to his latter question. "You can't run away and leave me. You promised."
Goosebumps rose along Sasuke's arms.
"Would you hurt me?" he asked quietly.
"Never."
Sasuke bit his lip, a nervous habit of his. "You… love me, right?" he whispered, unsure of his own words. "This isn't a game to you, is it? Some kind of conquest?"
H.J.
The mere doubt about his fidelity and devotion masked behind that question nearly made Itachi snap. He only pulled back because he knew that wasn't what his precious Otouto intended, and since Itachi hadn't exactly been the best role model when it came to the arena, he couldn't find fault in such a question.
Though that didn't negate the ridiculousness of the question. Itachi playing with Sasuke's feelings? Turning his beloved Otouto into a conquest and throwing him away when he was done? He had to scoff at that. If anything were to transpire between them, then it would be Sasuke throwing him away. After all, he had done it once before. Itachi was in it for life and every single reincarnation after, but Sasuke… he was different.
Fuck. Now he had conjured up terrible memories.
Sasuke… he was normal. He was beautiful, sweet, and always giving, but he was also young, confused, and a bit lost…. He just needed some convincing that Itachi was all he needed forever. And he knew that such a thing would take time, and over time, Itachi would continue to show him his sincerity, his gentleness, and his love.
"You know what? Forget all of this," Sasuke said out of the blue, pushing against Itachi's chest with a sigh. "I changed my mind. I don't want this anymore. Let go, Aniki. I don't want to talk about this anymore."
Itachi's narrowed glare zeroed in on the boy, whom he refused to release from his arms, and a low growl echoed from the depths of his throat as if he was truly a monster in the shadows.
Changed his mind? Don't want this anymore? Let go?
Fuck that bullshit.
"You want my bare cock inside you, right?" he bit out angrily, reaching down with a trembling hand to tear the rubber off his erection in one stiff swoop. The stretched out rubber snapped in his hand and Itachi tossed it aside without a second glance. Never in a thousand years did he think his Otouto would turn the tables on him like that. How could he even bear to utter those words? "I'll give it to you, Otouto."
Itachi pressed the boy down on the mattress, pushing the back of his thighs up with his palms to expose that red hole.
"Aniki! I said I don't want it anymore! Let go!" Sasuke screamed, pitching a fit as he squirmed around.
Anger boiled in Itachi's veins, causing his pulse to increase and his teeth to snap together. "You just want the condom off, right? I took it off. I'll fuck you and cum inside you as much as you want. I'll bloat your stomach. I'll plug your hole after. I'll give it all to you, okay?"
He didn't realize amidst his furious words that his lips were trembling and his eyes were blurring, so when he pushed all the way to the base inside the boy and heard the unmistakable hiss coming from Sasuke, he didn't expect the hands that cradled his cheeks tenderly.
He had expected the boy to yell at him some more or thrash around, but instead Sasuke clasped onto his cheeks and pressed a kiss to his forehead.
And that was when Itachi realized he was crying, and that it wasn't anger that he was feeling, but utter and complete desperation.
"I'm sorry I hurt you," his beloved whispered, warm soft lifts still against his skin.
Itachi could only bite his lip to hold back a sob, but a whimper escaped anyway. He dug his head into Sasuke's neck to hide his face as his hips moved against Sasuke's.
"I'm sorry," his beloved whispered in his embrace. "I'm sorry, my sweet and kind Achi." Sasuke continually repeated the statement as he allowed Itachi inside. "I didn't mean it like that, Aniki. I'm sorry. It's okay."
"I can't live without you," Itachi repeated over and over again, his muffled words panicked and hoarse from crying, as he held on close and tight and did his best to bring himself to ejaculation. After all, Sasuke didn't want him in a condom. He wanted Itachi's seed. That's what he said. That's what he told Itachi. "I-I was bluffing. I'll give you anything you want, Otouto."
Sasuke's heart broke.