Part 17: Aftermath: Bits and Pieces
Two months later…
"Otouto," Itachi grunted, staring down at his beloved's face, "tell me again," he begged, his tone dripping with lust.
Sasuke threw an arm over his eyes, covering his flushed features. "This again?" he groaned. "Why do you keep doing this to me?"
After his confession, Sasuke noticed that the man would do this to him during their love-making. And not one or twice either, but constantly. Sasuke would eventually cave because those truthful words brought the most beautiful smile to life on his Aniki's face when they were uttered.
"I don't want to anymore," he muttered, voice hoarse. How many times had he said it already?
The man leaned forward and slid his warm tongue into the boy's mouth before he broke it off and trailed wet kisses down Sasuke's throat. One hand pinched at his left nipple while the other kept him propped up, hovering over the boy. Their breaths intermingled at such proximity, and Itachi's hips never ceased to ram themselves against Sasuke's swollen hole.
"But I want to hear it, baby," Itachi breathed, nuzzling closely. "Tell Aniki. Pretty please?" He whispered seductively, following the request with a soft, gentle gyration inside the boy.
Sasuke's breath hitched and his body arched to meet the thrust. His fingers clung onto his Aniki's back like a lifeline. He was already weak to the man's kisses and his soft pleading voice, and the way Itachi used it against him was so unfair.
"I love you, Aniki," Sasuke murmured.
Momentarily, the kisses along his shoulder ceased as if Itachi had froze before he felt his skin being sucked into the man's mouth, more persistent and unrelenting than ever. Sasuke groaned and his hands found their way into Itachi's hair. "A-Aniki, fuck."
"I love you, too, watashi no ai. I love only you."
Sasuke was, once again, drowned in numerous kisses. His lips, cheeks, neck, and chest. No ounce of skin remained untouched. He whined when a particularly sensitive spot inside him was rammed into, and a scream was dragged from his lungs. His Aniki grunted against him without a single pause in his demanding thrusts.
"A-Aniki, it's the third t-time already."
Itachi shook his head, lips detaching from Sasuke's neck to brush along the shell of his ear. "But don't I feel good inside you? Do you feel how wet you are inside, Otouto?" Itachi whispered.
"It's because you came so many times inside and never pulled out," Sasuke whimpered.
"So? Doesn't it feel good to have my cum inside your ass, my love?" Itachi rutted against the boy to deliver his point. "You feel so soft and warm," he groaned. "My sweet baby."
Another whimper escaped Sasuke's bruised lips.
The man finally lifted his head. Their eyes met over their heaving chests, each more dilated than before.
"Are you tired, my love? Do you want to lay on your stomach?"
If Sasuke could laugh incredulously outside of the persistent thrusts being angled inside of him, he would. He found it so Itachi-like to ask if he wanted to lay on his stomach rather than simply stopping. But he supposed it was the thought that counted.
That's another thing he noticed about his Aniki over the last two months, too. Itachi had gotten sweeter in bed, more considerate and thoughtful in a sense. He was more alert and aware of Sasuke's needs without the boy having to voice them, and it wasn't so surprising to Sasuke because it seemed like the intensity of Itachi's stare had grown exponentially over the course of time.
"Come, baby," Itachi murmured fondly, pulling out of the boy and feeling his erection twitch uncontrollably as Sasuke's hole remained agape before his eyes. He even caught a glimpse of pearly white fluids coating his Otouto's insides. Subconsciously, he bit onto his lower lip, tongue swiping over it greedily. He had been inside the boy for a long time now. "Turn around. You can lay on your tummy," Itachi uttered, watching as the boy turned around. "Good boy."
Itachi hovered over his Otouto and kissed Sasuke's cheek while his hands skimmed down the length of the boy's back and thighs before they traveled back upward. "You're so beautiful. My beautiful baby," he murmured as his thumbs dipped between Sasuke's thighs and groin on their way up. Itachi pulled the boy's cheeks apart and couldn't swallow his growl. "So beautiful."
"Aniki…" Sasuke whimpered, attempting to look over his shoulder at what the man was doing.
Itachi's gaze flickered to him briefly. "Yes, my love?"
"D-Don't look."
"You're so swollen back here, Otouto," Itachi murmured, dragging his fingers gently over the reddened sphincter.
"It's your fault," Sasuke whimpered, hiding his face in his arms.
"It is, isn't it?" Itachi reiterated, pride flowing into his words. He bent down briefly to kiss the center of the twitching hole, offering a silent apology. What followed was his naughty tongue, which refused to stay inside his mouth as long as he had the boy's little hole in front of him. With a mind of its own, Itachi's tongue dipped along the rim of his Otouto's ass, tracing it lightly and sweetly.
"Agh! A-Aniki, no… no, stop!" A moan broke free from Sasuke's lips and his legs twitched underneath the man. His body squirmed, attempting to close on Itachi, but he kept the boy's cheeks parted with his hands.
"I know you like it when Aniki eats your ass, Sasuke," Itachi murmured, his tongue dipping into the center to thrash around the boy's insides.
The only warning Sasuke received thereafter was the hefty weight against his ass and the feeling of a large, blunt wet head pressed against his soft hole. Another whimper filled the room as Itachi began to sink his cock inside. It seemed like, no matter how many times he received Itachi's cock, the boy was still unaccustomed to its size when it breached his opening.
A loud groan was ripped from Itachi's vocals as he sheathed himself fully, his cock swelling further inside his Otouto. "You feel like fucking heaven," he breathed, blanketing the boy's back with his chest.
Itachi kept his knees firmly on either side of Sasuke's thighs while his hands found their way into Sasuke's, entwining them together. "I love you, Sasuke," he breathed against the side of Sasuke's face.
Dark, obsidian eyes turned to stare straight at him, the lust and love swirling inside them enough to send Itachi into a tailspin. Itachi pressed kisses to Sasuke's lips, over and over and over again, each sweeter and softer than its previous until they were both cumming together.
"Aniki?" Sasuke called as they eventually settled into post-coital bliss.
"Mhmm?"
"Can… can you… stay inside me?" Sasuke asked hesitantly. "Just for tonight."
The arms around his body tightened drastically, and Itachi rolled them over so they were on the other side of the bed with the boy still tucked firmly against his chest. "Every night," Itachi whispered the promise, pressing a kiss to the boy's head.
They laid there quietly in each other's arms, and, although the third ejaculation finally softened Itachi's member, it still laid heavily inside the boy, its existence blatant and oddly comforting. Eventually, as their breathing mellowed out, Sasuke found his hand on Itachi's arm and the man had kicked a leg around one of his ankles as if locking him in place.
"Aniki?" Sasuke said again.
"Yes, my love?"
"Did you really sell our house?" Sasuke's voice was quite sad, nostalgic.
Itachi shifted briefly before answering. "Why would I sell our house? We grew up in that house together. I made love to you in that house for the first time. What if you came back home and it wasn't there for you, or another stupid family was living there? I'm not crazy, Otouto."
The way Itachi spoke, so fluid with his logical words, made Sasuke gawk. "But you… you said… you said that you sold it. And when I asked you again last time, you didn't even respond to me, so I thought it was true."
"I would have said anything to get you to let me stay with you." Itachi shrugged, suddenly feeling an incredulous look being thrown back at him. He looked away, but remained completely unremorseful.
This time, Sasuke gawked for real.
"What?" Itachi asked, a nervous hand combing through his long tresses. "If I told you otherwise, you would have tried to kick me back on the plane. So, in retrospect, aren't you glad I lied?"
Sasuke turned back around, staring out the window instead. "Wow…" he muttered. "If I didn't realize it before, I certainly do now," he responded with an air of understanding. "You're… kind of a dick, Aniki."
Itachi huffed a breath. "But not to you," he clarified. "Never to you, Otouto."
"I won't stand for that," Sasuke stated matter-of-factly.
"I know."
"...I was going to come back, you know. After I left, I mean," Sasuke said after a minute as if he debated whether to share the information or not. "I only applied for the foreign exchange program for a year."
The arms around his waist tightened drastically, and a growl reverberated in the room. "Does that mean you had planned to be away from me for a year?" Itachi's eyes darkened, and even without glancing at him, Sasuke gulped inaudibly and shivered.
"I guess we'll never know."
"We won't," Itachi stated firmly, leaving no room for discussion.
They left it at that. As the minutes ticked by, Sasuke's breathing began to even out, until his eyelids fluttered closed. "Aniki…" Sasuke called, voice drowsy.
"Yes, Otouto?"
"Let's go back to Japan in June, Aniki," mumbled the boy, and then his body went lax and he began snoozing quietly in Itachi's arms.
A soft, bewitching smile lifted Itachi's lips, and he found himself exhaling a breath he didn't even realize he was holding.
"Mochiron, watashi no ai."
H.J.
They had developed a routine over the last two months, similar to a set of rules, all of which was composed by Itachi and revised by Sasuke.
For example, Itachi left no room for arguments when it came to Sasuke's whereabouts. He refused to tolerate his Otouto running amok without telling him first, but that wasn't anything particularly new since it had always been this way growing up.
However, when Itachi pushed for picking up and dropping his Otouto off at school daily, the boy growled and glared at him like he was a villain.
"I said no, Aniki!"
Itachi had been yelled at that time.
"I said you can either pick me up or drop me off. Not both! I don't even need you to do that to begin with!" Sasuke huffed. "Besides, you glare at anyone who even looks at me. How am I supposed to blend into the crowd when you do that?"
"At least they wouldn't think to approach you," Itachi muttered childishly.
"What was that?" Sasuke hissed.
"...Nandemonaiya. I will pick you up every day then."
Another thing they had a disagreement on was how Sasuke interacted with his friends. Actually, any interactions at all sent Itachi into a tailspin.
"I'm telling you we're going to go to the library to study."
"Last I checked, studying was a one-person activity."
"Oh my god. Didn't you do that when you were in college? It's not like anything can or will happen in a library. You're being ridiculous."
"Why can't you just study here?"
"Because you keep glaring at my friends when they come over."
"The pink-haired freak and that piece of trash? I don't like them."
Sasuke exhaled harshly, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "You don't like anyone," he stated in a monotonic voice.
"I like you."
"Obviously," Sasuke muttered. "Naruto even said that, the last time he was here, he found wet glue all over the insides of his backpack when he got home. And Sakura said she was missing some important pictures in her backpack. Pray tell, what happened there?"
"This is the first I'm hearing of it."
Sasuke stared at Itachi long and hard that time until, finally, he simply walked out of the room.
Itachi had also forbidden Sasuke to leave their dwelling unless he had informed the man, which grated on Sasuke's nerves because he felt like he was a minor reporting to his babysitter. It was also a hassle, completely inconvenient.
Sometimes, in the middle of the night, Sasuke would feel like taking a break, so he would head out to the convenience store a few blocks away to get a late night snack or drink. His Aniki would be napping or asleep on the sofa, having waited up for the boy, and Sasuke would tip toe out so he didn't wake the man, who absolutely needed the sleep. He'd be back in a few minutes tops anyway, so what was the big deal?
Each time like clockwork, Itachi would wake up before the boy returned and turn the apartment upside down before Sasuke found himself on the bad end of a death glare from the man when he returned.
Eventually, when Itachi was tired of all of his shenanigans, Sasuke came home one day to a fridge packed with dozens of drinks and his cupboard filled to the brim with all sorts of treats and snacks.
Sasuke couldn't help but roll his eyes and smile that time.
The biggest thing that Itachi denied Sasuke of was any form of contact he had with Neji. On this topic, they could not come to an agreement even if their lives depended on it.
"He's my best friend. Why can't I hang out with him?" Sasuke growled, frustrated.
"Do all best friends send salacious pictures to their friends to use as a contact picture?" Itachi hissed.
"I told you he was just playing around. Besides, I already removed it. What more do you want?"
"I want him out of your life. Permanently."
"You're asking for too much. It's like not I would ever ask you to kick Kyuubi out of your life."
"If you did, I would do so in a heartbeat."
"It's like I'm talking to a wall. I told you, Aniki. Neji has no ill intentions toward me. Do you not trust me?"
"I do. It's him. He's the one who did that to your neck. I don't trust him."
"My neck? What are you talking about?"
"Don't play dumb, Sasuke. He was the one who put his lips on you first. He was the one who put that hickey on your neck."
"What?! What are you talking about? He never did that!" Sasuke shrieked. "He pinched me repeatedly with his second knuckles until it formed. It was a joke. Gaara was there, too. Just ask him! No one has ever touched me like that."
"What?"
"No way…. All this time, you thought I let him suck on my neck until a hickey formed?"
"...You didn't?"
"No!"
"I don't care. I still don't like him."
"Jesus Christ. Stop sulking, Aniki."
Outside of their bickering moments, they also had memorable moments.
For example, they designated their Friday nights as their movie nights to unwind from the week. Itachi would find himself unbelievably content curled up on the couch with his Otouto. They would take turns to pick a movie or a show binge, but needless to say they usually found themselves tangled in a sweaty, sticky mess on those nights.
It was the one night of the week Itachi truly deemed his and his alone. But it wasn't without its hiccups.
Occasionally, Sasuke would tell Itachi that he needed to push their movie night to another day or so because he had an event he needed to attend or a previously set activity that he'd do with his friends, whether it be grabbing dinner or studying for upcoming exams.
Needless to say, Itachi was always incredibly upset on those days, acting like a five-year-old who was denied dessert or a toy at the store.
"Aniki, I mentioned this to you last week. I'm sorry. Can we do it tomorrow? Tonight's the only night the both of them can meet," Sasuke said during one of those happenstances.
"Otouto, Fridays are our days. Not theirs," Itachi growled petulantly, folding his arms. His ominous presence had crowded Sasuke against the closet door in their room.
The boy tousled his hair with one hand and sighed. "I know. I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you, okay?"
"How?" Itachi demanded, pressing his palms against the door to cage the boy in.
Surprisingly, the boy did not shy away from his overwhelming antics, choosing to press himself onto his toes to place a peck on Itachi's lips. "I'll leave it up to you to decide," he whispered sweetly, too sweetly in fact that it had Itachi floored.
The boy had patted his chest with a gentle palm after and ducked under his arm, beginning to get ready for his evening outing. Behind him, Itachi was too stunned to utter a word.
Another notable moment was actually considered an observation.
Sasuke noticed that his Aniki was always on his absolute best behavior when the boy was sick, as though he was refusing to add any more stress to Sasuke's health. He would fuss over Sasuke in every way possible, crowding him with soups and hot drinks, company and hugs and kisses, but he would avoid any possible thing that would upset the boy.
Which Sasuke found downright amusing, if not adorable. He would think to himself, 'You didn't bother to leave that topic alone yesterday when I was fine, but now you act like an angel?'
In those times, he had to laugh hysterically because that was so like his Aniki. If Itachi wasn't that way, Sasuke would be concerned.
I guess that's the man I fell in love with.
Of course, Sasuke couldn't possibly forget to mention the moments he'd leave or come home to the tightest hugs ever, a testament to how much he was loved and missed during his absence. He could feel his heart warm in his Aniki's presence even if the man refused to let go after. He even found that adorable over time and berated himself for being so soft.
Nor could he count the number of times he eased his Aniki out of his fugued state with puns or his teasing.
"Why was he touching you?" Itachi snarled.
"For the last time, I tripped on something and he caught me. Would you rather have me faceplant on the floor than have someone help me?"
Itachi's lips pressed together tightly, anger brewing in his eyes. "I don't like it. I don't like people touching you."
"I know."
"You're mine, Otouto. Only I can touch you."
Sigh. "I know, Aniki. How can I not when you remind me so often?"
"If his touch had lingered, I would have broken off all of his fingers. See if he can touch you after that." The man hmphed, completely uncharacteristic of him.
"Yes, yes, you're a strong one, aren't you, Aniki?" Sasuke had replied, monotonic, but he allowed his eyes to sweep up and down the length of Itachi's body.
Itachi's gaze narrowed on Sasuke, and he deviated slightly from the initial conversation. "Are you teasing me again, Otouto?" he snapped, frowning.
"I don't know what you mean, Aniki. All I said is that I know you're strong… and big." Sasuke's gaze must have lingered a second too long on Itachi's groin because, by the time his eyes reached the man's, the anger was split by increasing desire and interest.
That was another thing Sasuke realized. Over time, the boy had picked up on the fact that his Aniki was malleable to his will when he upped his affection and blatant interest. His teasing was a form of love, never anything devious or ill-hearted. In fact, just the opposite: diverting the man's attention relieved him from the anxiety he was feeling and lightened the tension in the atmosphere.
"I know what you're doing. Stop trying to distract me, Otouto."
"Aniki, just tell me that you love me, so I can kiss you," Sasuke responded with a smile.
If you ask Sasuke, those were moments of victory.
Now, if we're talking about memorable moments, then Itachi would chime in and rave about how fucking precious his Otouto looked when he slept in his arms and how his eyelids would flutter occasionally as if he was having a good dream. He would recount the number of times the boy would seek him out in bed when he would disappear to use the bathroom or get water.
But that barely scratched the surface of memorable moments for Itachi.
Aside from being Sasuke's Aniki, Itachi was also his boyfriend, his lover. And because Sasuke was the center of his orbit, Itachi would go above and beyond to make sure he was coddled and protected. His obsession with that would be considered inappropriate and abnormal if Sasuke was not so used to it already, having received similar attention growing up.
The only difference now was the amount of time Itachi spent with Sasuke (all of it), their intermingling sex lives, and the increase in their banter. If one would ask Itachi how he was doing, he would tell them to fuck off. But deep down, whenever he looked at Sasuke and recalled that question, he would smile to himself and feel warm inside. That kind of warmth he felt, like little butterflies swarming in the pit of his belly, was irreplaceable.
Life felt right.