Part 12: Reassurances
"Let me get this straight. You said, 'I want you to love only me. I want you to be my lover. Stay with me forever', and he didn't jump at the chance?" A gasp. "No way!" A snicker.
"Shut the fuck up," Itachi growled, glaring at the phone in his hand.
"Pfft, what did you expect, ya loon? Rainbow-shitting unicorns? Geez. That poor boy."
Silence. Itachi seriously contemplated whether to hang up on Kyuubi. After accepting a few projects online for the first time in months, the man had contacted him with details, and that somehow segued to Itachi's love life. Or lack thereof.
Kyuubi was a highly competent, charming, and refined man… when he wanted to be. They had grown up in the same neighborhood ages ago before he moved away for college, only to return to settle down in Japan after they had landed the same job. He was also the only person Itachi considered a 'friend.' Though he would never admit to that, not even over his dead body.
"So what? Are you going to mope again and drink yourself to death?" Kyuubi asked off-handedly as if he was inquiring about the next day's weather.
This blonde asshole was also the one who had transported Itachi to the hospital months ago when he drank himself to partial death. Go figure. Who else would have checked up on him in his home?
"I'm going to do work," Itachi deadpanned.
"The fuck?" A whooshing sound echoed over the receiver. The blonde was probably out smoking. "You sure you don't need to go visit the ER a few more times before you go back to work?"
Oh yeah, the man was also a douchebag. Itachi nearly rolled his eyes. Birds of feather flock together, he thought.
"Fuck off. I told Sasuke I wouldn't."
"Haaa." An incredible amount of laughter echoed over the line. Guffaws so loud and nonstop, they grew into wheezes. "You're fucking whipped!"
Itachi let him have his laugh. He wasn't wrong anyway.
"I'd be an idiot if I didn't know it'd turn out this way," Kyuubi stated. "You were such a brocon growing up. You thought everyone wanted to steal chibi away, and you could never shut up about him."
"He didn't say no," Itachi said, in his own little world. "He didn't reject me."
"Hmm, that's a good thing, though, right?" Kyuubi muttered. "Isn't he five years younger than you? It's a big deal to consider whether to date someone, especially someone as fucking crazy as you."
"He doesn't even like people touching him," Itachi stated, completely oblivious to the blonde's statement as if he had selective hearing.
"So? What's that got to do with you? Are you saying it just to boost your self-confidence?" Another snicker.
God, the man was such a fucking prick.
"Piss off."
"Oh, yeah, I'll be in LA in a couple days to check out the main servers. I might drop by and say hi."
Drop by? Their location was two hours north from that city and he wanted to make the trip. Itachi's eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Don't bother," he grunted.
"But Itachi-sama~" came Kyuubi's exaggerated wail.
The man had to remove the phone from his ears to prevent long-term deafness. At the same time, he heard keys in the lock and got up from the carpet to rush to the door. He first saw the head of black spikes, followed by glasses framing an astonished expression, and then a smile.
"I haven't seen you in ages! How could you be so cold?" The blonde was probably pouting over the phone still. A gross exaggeration of how lightly he was taking Itachi's words. The phone was still positioned an arm's length from his eardrums, but he could easily hear Kyuubi's whiny tone.
"I'm hanging up, asshat," Itachi grumbled, ending the call and tossing his phone on the coffee table behind him.
He noticed the smile Sasuke had sported dropped slightly when he heard Kyuubi's voice over the phone. He had forgotten to reign in his habit of cursing. Fuck.
"Welcome back, Otouto," Itachi greeted, pulling the boy into his arms. "I missed you."
He had been waiting all morning for Sasuke to return from classes. Three hours. That was the amount of time he forced himself to do work instead of following after his Otouto.
"Who was that?" Sasuke inquired, seemingly fixated on Itachi's call. Granted, he didn't speak often on the phone and, if he did, it was often curt.
"No one important. How was class?"
The boy remained silent, and it was then that Itachi noticed his face was twisted in an odd expression.
"What's wrong?" he asked, bringing Sasuke's gaze back to him.
"Nothing. Class was fine. Have you eaten?" Sasuke responded, turning to head toward the kitchen.
Itachi stopped him with a hand to his wrist.
"What is it?"
It came in a snarky tone, and the man frowned.
"I waited patiently for you to come back," Itachi whispered, staring at the boy's back.
"Yeah?"
It was almost hysterical. A gigantic, burly guy like him begging for someone else's attention. But this was his beloved Otouto.
Itachi had been anxious that entire morning, from the moment he woke up finding Sasuke getting dressed for class up until he stepped foot back into the apartment safely and into his arms.
The boy had ushered him back inside this morning, refusing to allow Itachi to drive him to campus. It was only a ten-minute walk after all. His Otouto had given him a placating kiss on the cheek and disappeared before he could return it. But now, he was acting distant again, and that made the man incredibly antsy.
"I was good today," Itachi said, voice low and strained. "Look at me. Tell me what I did wrong. Just don't walk away from me, Otouto."
"…Do you really love me?"
"What do you mean? I love you more than anything. Have I ever made you doubt that?"
"Then, why won't you tell me who was on the phone?"
Itachi blinked slowly. Huh? Was that the root cause of the sour atmosphere? Come to think of it, Sasuke seemed fine until after he heard Itachi on the phone.
When he realized what was going on, Itachi almost laughed. Instead, he redirected the urge, biting his lower lip, and pulled the boy into his arms.
"I said it was no one important because it was no one was important," he explained, resting his cheek on a squirming Sasuke's head of hair. "If you really want to know, I don't have anything to hide, Otouto. Do you remember Kyuubi? We work together and he wanted to visit. But I didn't want him to, because this is our home. It shouldn't be sullied by other men. I didn't tell you because it wasn't important. In fact, if I told you, you might even consider leaving me. Didn't you used to think that man was hot when you were younger?" His tone was light, teasing, but there was an underlying warning embedded.
He felt the boy shudder in his arms and, very slowly, palms crept up his back to embrace him back.
"Oh," his Otouto muttered.
Itachi hid his pleased smile in Sasuke's spiky hair. He welcomed a jealous Sasuke as much as he welcomed his sweet hugs. He wanted his Otouto to fall for him more, to become so completely enraptured by him that he'd verbally stake his claim on him. That would make Itachi incredibly happy.
For the time being, he won't point it out. He knew Sasuke was extremely skittish, and the last thing he wanted to do was turn him away with more teasing.
"I love you," Itachi said. Despite his whisper, his words were absolute, leaving no room for interpretation or doubt.
Even before the first time they slept together, Itachi was already extremely attached. The sex only served as a pinnacle moment to solidify his love on a grander scale. Each time after, he only fell deeper and deeper into a pit, his love growing into a mass larger than he could physically and mentally handle, but it was something he welcomed. Because Itachi's love for his Otouto was pure and absolute. It was forever.
He prided himself in how much love he had to give Sasuke, enough that it'd spread over three lifetimes, so that his Otouto would not have a single deficit moment to accept it from anyone else. As long as Sasuke continued to look at him, there would be no room for anyone else.
"Tell me again," Sasuke mumbled, face hidden against the valley of his pecs.
"I love you," Itachi replied dutifully. "I love you more than anything in this world. You are my precious person, Otouto."
Sasuke made an indiscernible noise and his arms held Itachi tighter. And then, next thing Itachi knew, the front of his shirt was jerked downward and he felt what could only be described as sweet, soft, and persistent lips against his own.
With a soft growl, he pulled the boy closer to him, making sure every inch of their bodies touched, and returned the kiss with desperation. Sasuke's lips moved against his with such passion that Itachi had a hard time registering the surprise behind the initial engagement.
His Otouto had initiated the kiss. Sasuke wanted him. Itachi could barely push down the glee that ransacked his brain as he pushed open the boy's mouth with his tongue and delved inside to tangle and explore and eat.
Itachi pressed the boy against the nearest wall, the heavy moans falling from Sasuke's lips urging him to continue as he grinded against his Otouto. Saliva pooled at the corner of their mouths and Itachi's excited pants grew evident, sounding foreign to his own ears.
Good God, his senses were on overload. It had only been less than two days since he got a taste of his precious Otouto, and now, suddenly, he was drowning in Sasuke's everything and he couldn't stop. He could hardly last a few hours, much less two days. How was he supposed to control himself?
"You feel so good against me," Itachi growled between kisses, his hips dry humping Sasuke against the wall. His palms slammed against either side of the boy's head, caging him in and allowing Sasuke to cling to his body as he pleased.
Sasuke's whimpers increased, some coming out louder than others, while his cheeks flushed and his tongue tangled with Itachi's.
The boy started to tug persistently at Itachi's shirt until the man raised his arms and allowed it to be thrown to the side.
Looking down at his panting Otouto, Itachi noticed that the boy's hands immediately went to the waistband of his pants.
Holy fuck.
Sasuke was undressing him.
"What are you doing?" Itachi murmured, lust-filled eyes fixated on Sasuke's blushing face.
"Aniki."
That was the single-worded answer he received in return, and it went straight to his now exposed cock. Itachi kicked away the clothing that pooled along his ankles.
"How could you undress me so carelessly, Sasuke?" he asked, eyes narrowed. Then, his voice dropped an octave, and he bent down closer to Sasuke's face. "Are you going to let me fuck you, Otouto?"
His self-control was shot. As if his dick was in agreement, it twitched, the unmistakable feeling of precum rolling down the tip too evident to ignore.
Itachi lifted Sasuke's shirt over his head wordlessly and dropped it onto the ground. He proceeded to wrap a hand around the base of his cock and press the leaking head against the boy's groin.
Sasuke squirmed and moaned, head tilting back against the wall.
"Answer me, Otouto. Are you going to let Aniki fuck you?" He pressed his erection against the boy's lower abdomen, smearing his precum there. The action elicited a whine from his baby. "Tell me, my love. Look how hard you made me. Do you feel it? You'll take responsibility, right? Aniki wants to cum inside your warm, tight little hole. You'll let Aniki, right?"
As if Itachi was dreaming, he watched with widened eyes as Sasuke's trembling fingers unbuckled himself and kicked away his pants. Then, the boy turned around, bracing his palms against the same wall, bending over to press his pale rump against Itachi's erection.
The man released his erection while watching with vivid astonishment, a strange feeling intermingling with his lust-strung senses. Itachi swallowed hard when the puckered, little hole came into view. He glanced over Sasuke's shoulder, noting the boy had turned his head coyly behind him to see his face.
"A-Achi," Sasuke whimpered, his doe-eyed expression fixated on Itachi's face. He even bit his bottom lip to reign in his sweet, soft whines. "Please…."
Itachi's eyes narrowed dangerously. "Who taught you that?" he demanded, erection on the brink of exploding.
Nearly beside himself, Itachi immediately dropped to his knees, hands prying open those two soft mounds to showcase the twitching hole. His mouth watered as he shoved his face into Sasuke's ass and ate.
He ate his Otouto's ass like there was no tomorrow. Like he'd been putting off a craving for decades and finally he was given the opportunity. Like he was a druggie who finally came into contact with his stash.
Itachi's tongue thrashed in and out, only stopping occasionally deep inside for his mouth to suck along the opening. Sasuke's screams echoed in his ears like a melody while his legs shook as if on the brink of collapse.
"You like it when Aniki eats your ass, don't you?" he growled, inserting a finger underneath his thrusting tongue. He pummeled both in simultaneously.
Sasuke arched against him, a hoarse moan pushing through his lips. "Aniki. Aniki. Aniki. Agh, f-fuck."
Itachi inserted a second finger and withdrew his tongue. "Look at how soft you're getting. How could you kiss me so carelessly? How could you tease me so much knowing how much I love you?" he growled.
His fingers were relentless, slamming against Sasuke's prostate without fail each time as they scissored along his walls.
"Do you think I have that kind of self-control?" Itachi hissed. "You're going to let Aniki cum inside you, right? Aniki won't use a condom, so you have to take Aniki's cum deep inside, okay?"
"Achi… A-Achi," his Otouto shrieked against the assault, forehead pressed against the wall to help him remain upright. "It feels so g-good…."
"Yes, baby. Say my name," Itachi groaned, finally adding a third finger. His baby's hole resisted slightly before swallowing it whole.
"Ahh… ah! I-I can't… I can't, A-Aniki. Uggh…."
Itachi's narrowed eyes rested on the hips that were pushing back against his fingers desperately, chasing after the pleasure. "You can," Itachi responded. "You're twitching around my fingers, Otouto. Should I feed it something better?"
Itachi's cock swayed against his groin, bobbing due to its weight and excitement, as he pulled his fingers out. Immediately, he pressed the head against the soft opening, his intense gaze zeroed in on Sasuke's trembling form.
Gritting his teeth, Itachi forced himself to remain still even though the wet hole was attempting to pull him inside. He wasn't going to last long during the first round. He already knew.
"Beg me to fuck you, Otouto," he commanded. His tone sounded odd to his own ears as if he was delirious and high.
He met Sasuke's gaze over the boy's shoulders, and those beautiful onyx eyes peered at him as if he was experiencing the same desperation Itachi was.
"A-Achi… I want it," Sasuke moaned, his words coming out jumbled. "Please love me…."
"Ugh." Itachi nearly died upon hearing those words. "Yes," he responded with a grunt. "You do understand, my love. When Aniki fucks you, it's to show you how much he loves you."
Without another word, Itachi slid himself inside with one controlled thrust, garnering a hitched breath followed by an unmistakable scream from Sasuke when his prostate was slammed against head on. His body arched inconceivably and his body nearly collapsed if it weren't for Itachi's arms around his waist. Cum sprayed all over the wall before him, and Itachi's eyes shut briefly from the pulsing that occurred around his thick cock.
"You came all over my cock just from being entered?" Itachi uttered, beyond pleased. Sasuke whimpered pitifully, but did not have it in him to respond.
Instead, the boy's front was shoved against the wall, pressed tightly against it as Itachi's cock slammed into his hole from behind.
"Oh fuck," Itachi groaned, the sweet, intense heat wrapping around his cock. "You feel so fucking tight, Otouto."
He pulled back out and began an alarming pace, hips slapping against the boy's ass as each of his thrusts rammed deeply inside without mercy.
Sasuke was reduced to a clingy, crying mess against the wall, the ridiculous pleasure so intense that he didn't know if he felt like he was going to heaven or dying.
"Aniki. Aniki. Aniki," he cried incessantly, thrashing against the wall. To a bystander, it may have looked like Sasuke was an unwilling participant, but both of them knew that was not the case. The boy was simply weak against pleasure.
"Yes, Otouto," Itachi groaned, digging his face into the boy's neck. "You like when Aniki fucks you, don't you? Shit, let Aniki fill you up with his cum."
Like he said, it was impossible to last long in this round. Sasuke had been too seductive, and Itachi had waited too long since their last intimate moment. Plus, the boy's soft hole was clinging onto his cock as if it was eating it, refusing to let go for even a millisecond.
"Fuck. My sexy little angel." Itachi threw his head back with a hard jerk of his hips and saw stars. His fingers tightened on Sasuke's hips as he stayed attached to the boy while his hot cum sprayed inside nonstop. The boy whimpered upon receiving his seed, a good indication to Itachi. He wanted his Otouto to feel him, to feel what he left behind to mark his territory.
This time Itachi purposefully pulled out, his lecherous gaze trailing after his own cum as it leaked out of Sasuke's hole and down his trembling thighs and legs only to pool along the carpet. Then, he picked the boy up bridal style, ignoring the little yelp Sasuke released from being caught off guard, and walked the both of them into the bedroom.
"I need more, Otouto," Itachi insisted, his large body climbing on top of Sasuke's fetal one in bed. His Otouto gazed at him with his cherry cheeks and glistening eyes, still dazed twice over from his previous orgasm.
"M-More?" he repeated while subconsciously bringing his arms up to hug Itachi close to him.
The man gritted his teeth, his throbbing erection pressed against the boy's abdomen.
"A little more," he repeated. "I just need a little more."
His frantic lips were already attached to Sasuke's neck, sucking along the collarbone, while he inhaled the boy's sweet scent obsessively. Sasuke groaned in his arms, fueling his inner demons.
Itachi's hands slipped between the bedspread and Sasuke's thighs, hooking Sasuke's legs around his waist and simultaneously propping himself up to stare into the boy's half coherent expression.
With a gentle, shaking hand, he brushed the bangs away from Sasuke's eyes and exhaled harshly when they turned to focus on him.
"Aniki?" It was barely a whisper. A tired, cute little siren's song.
Good God. Itachi had an angel in his arms. A freaking perfect, beautiful angel whose wet, sticky thighs were pressing against his lower half.
He was going to Hell.
"Yes, baby," he responded in a hushed whisper. "It's me. It's Aniki." Itachi pressed his cock against the boy's hole again, the slightly added pressure causing the boy's hole to spasm against him.
The man swallowed hard, a sheen layer of sweat dripping down his temple. His entire body shook underneath that sweet tender gaze and those arms, which held him so gently.
"I'm going to fuck you again, okay?" He couldn't help himself as the words left his lips in a growl.
Sasuke's eyes were now half-lidded. As if intoxicated by Itachi's own eagerness. "…Again?"
"Yes. Again. You'll let me, right?" Itachi nearly pleaded, unable to keep his tone even.
His baby's tiny hole had softened up so much that he could feel it give ever so slightly underneath the pressure of his cock. His hips had already began pressing forward, and if Sasuke said no to him now, Itachi would go fucking insane. He wouldn't be able to pull out or separate himself from his Otouto. It was impossible.
"Nnn, it feels wet inside me," Sasuke murmured. While keeping his arms tightly wrapped around Itachi's neck, Sasuke pulled his upper half up to dig his face into Itachi's neck.
He couldn't do this…. Not in a million years. God, his heart was going to burst underneath the cuteness and raw sexual prowess the boy held.
Itachi was stunned into silence.
"Aniki?"
"Yes, baby?"
"It needs to be filled more inside. Make it wetter, Aniki."
What. The. Actual. Dreaming. Fuck.
With a massive growl, Itachi's hips pressed more insistently against Sasuke's. "How do I make it wetter inside, my love?" he asked, plunging deep inside within a single thrust.
"Ahhh! A-Achi… nnngh," Sasuke cried, body falling flat onto the bed as his back arched.
Sasuke's legs fell to the mattress, and Itachi took the opportunity to press his knees open with the palms of his hands to get a good look at that hole sucking his cock greedily.
"You can't be suggesting I pour my cum inside you every time?" Itachi grunted, a rabid excitement filling his chest.
Sasuke's moans grew louder and louder as Itachi's personal ecstasy grew and grew until he realized he was slamming his hips so hard into Sasuke that the boy no longer laid flat on his back.
At that point, Itachi had his grip on Sasuke's ankles, which he drew up into the air, and his body was hunched forward in an attempt to seek more and more of that warmth.
"Tell me!" he demanded, eyes wild and pupils dilated to a degree that would have pegged him to be on drugs. "You want Aniki's cum in your pretty, little hole, don't you?"
He flipped the boy onto his stomach effortlessly and used gravity to help as he slammed his hips straight down.
"AHH! Ah! God, A-Aniki!" Sasuke shrieked like a broken record, his lithe fingers popping veins left and right from how tightly he was gripping onto the bed sheets. "Nngh s-so b-big inside… I-I feel so g-good…."
Itachi groaned loudly upon hearing those words of confirmation. He could care less who heard them as he flattened himself against Sasuke's body and rutted against him like a beast in heat.
His brain felt a bit overheated, crazy, like he was dreaming.
"You like Aniki's big cock fucking you, don't you?" he groaned, biting the outer shell of the boy's ear. His breath tickled Sasuke's ears as he spoke. "You feel how fucking hard you make me, Otouto?" The man dug his dick deep inside, grinding it against Sasuke's prostate, and reveled in his scream with a shit-eating smirk so wide that it distorted his face.
"A-Aniki… p-please…" the boy whined.
"It feels good, doesn't it, baby? I can't help myself when I'm with you. I get too excited and I lose myself. Your sweet hole makes Aniki lose himself. God. Suck my cock deeper inside you, Otouto. It's for you to have."
"Ugh, y-yes, A-Aniki. T-tell me a-again," Sasuke whined into the mattress, his voice growing hoarser by the minute. "T-tell me again. Tell me you l-love me."
Upon hearing those words, the crazed glint in Itachi's gaze and his near punishing thrusts softened, smoldering instead as he lifted the boy's head up to push his tongue into his mouth.
"I love you, Sasuke," Itachi breathed against his Otouto's lips. One of his hands dragged Sasuke's hips up while the other wrapped around the boy's weeping erection. "Aniki loves you more than anything else in the world. You are my treasure."
Soft whimpers were heard from the soft, bruised lips against his own, and Itachi nearly pulled back to ask what was wrong, but his Otouto's lips pressed insistently against his own as if starving for his affection.
"I love you, Otouto. I love you so, so much," Itachi continued between kisses. He pulled himself out and pressed the boy back down in missionary, so he could swipe away the tears streaming down his baby's face. His thrusts grew persistent, but sweet. Gentle almost. "Don't ever doubt my love for you, okay? You're the love of my life, Otouto, and nothing will make me stop loving you."
"You p-promise?" Sasuke uttered shyly, hiding his face away against Itachi's flesh.
"I promise, Otouto. I swear my life on it."
Between Itachi's hushed whispers and the legs that tightened around his hips, refusing to let him pull out, Itachi felt the undeniable pulsing around his cock. "Are you cumming, my love?" This time, an endearing expression was evident on the man's face, while Sasuke's body arched against his with a stream of sweet groans. "Don't push Aniki out. Suck me in when you cum, Otouto…. Good boy."
Itachi spent the rest of the evening reassuring Sasuke just how much he loved him.