When Lightning Strikes

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Chapter 3

Shisui slings one of Sasuke's bags over his shoulder as the elevator slowly comes to a stop at the top of the building, the penthouse apartment that spanned three floors. Shisui had moved here four years ago and he hadn't regretted it even once. "I've got two guest rooms on the top floor, so you can pick whichever one you like more. They both have en-suite bathrooms, but the one next to mine has a better view of the city."

He steps out of the elevator into a spacious room of a white so pure it could almost be made of unveined marble, and decorated with the furnishings of both a living room and dining room. "The kitchen is through the arch there." He points along the wall past the circular stairs that rise into the ceiling. "And downstairs is the den. That's where all of the entertainment is for whenever we get time to actually relax"

"I don't have a set time for meals since work makes my schedule unpredictable, but you can use anything in the cupboards, fridge, or freezer that isn't in my special pantry cooler." Shisui grins cheekily at his little cousin. "That's where I keep my special snacks, and everyone knows not to touch those."

Sasuke stares around in awe. True, their family was rich, but he and Itachi had decided to largely make it on their own. Their house was comfortable and obsessively clean thanks to Itachi's OCD, but nothing like this. "Got it. I choose a guest room and can cook whatever I want as long as I don't touch your precious snacks. This place is amazing."

"Yes, it is. I'm glad that I have a housekeeper that comes in three times a week, otherwise this place would be a disaster." Shisui just didn't really have the time or energy to clean this place top to bottom like Itachi would. "But since I can take a couple of days off to help you get settled in, I'll cook something up for us later. It's been ages since I last had time to really get into the kitchen and have some fun." Shisui's eyes gleam softly in excitement. "Come, I'll show you the guest rooms." Shisui strides to the stairs and hauls one of Sasuke's bags up there as if it weighed no more than a pillow.

"Housekeeper nice." He follows Shisui, looking around at everything curiously. Sasuke wasn't sure why Shisui carting around his stuff was so impressive. Of course he had to be strong. He was basically a magical cop, but knowing that and seeing were two different things. Speaking of seeing, he was enjoying the view. Just not the one Shisui had in mind. Damn. That was one well-sculpted posterior.

Shisui smirks. Sasuke's thoughts were getting loud again, just like they had that night on the dance floor. When he comes to the top of the stairs, he steps just out of Sasuke's line of sight, more than a little amused at the slight disappointment emanating from his cousin. He snaps his fingers and the doors to both guest rooms open.

Decorated largely the same way, with a queen-sized bed and drawers built into the wall shared with the closet, it was at once fully equipped with everything one needed for comfortable living without compromising a need for open space. Out the far room, however, is a largely unobstructed view of the ocean out past the city skyline.

"You're very dramatic. What with the finger snapping and peacocking." Sasuke shakes his head in amusement looking around, staring the stunning view. The ocean and skyline could both be seen easily and intermingled in a strange mismatched harmony. "You were right about the view, though."

"I like to be dramatic sometimes. Just wait till we get to the office and I walk into the room. Depending on my mood, I might just walk in there like I'm the king of the castle or like I'm a movie star. But usually I just arrive ready to flirt with half my team." Shisui winks teasingly. "Do you want to be on that list, Sasuke?"

Sasuke could all too easily picture this side of Shisui doing exactly that. He'd likely strut straight into office with all the flare of a thoroughbred race horse. No, a freaking thoroughbred unicorn. "I can see it, but I prefer to be on more exclusive lists. I never was good at sharing."

"Oh, is that what you want, Sasuke?" Shisui's gaze glimmers with mirth and heat as he sets down Sasuke's bag in the doorway of the preferred guest room. Then he strides to Sasuke's side and place a hand on his little cousin's hip. "An exclusive list?"

Why did Shisui look like he was so entertained by Sasuke's reaction? "If I was involved with someone, yes." It was hard to tell how serious his cousin was about any of it. He'd just said he flirted with half his division. This was probably normal for him.

"Then does that mean all of our dancing at Eternity was…exclusive?" Shisui takes the suitcase from Sasuke's grip and sets it on the floor. "Or is that just how Sasuke Uchiha rolls when he's out at a nightclub?" He pulls Sasuke back a half step to rest against him in a position identical to the one from that night. He hums softly against Sasuke's neck. "Because I seem to remember you enjoying those dances quite a lot."

"I had a lot of alcohol in my system, but you didn't see me dance with anyone else. Did you?" Sasuke shivers at the sensual sensation of Shisui's breath against his neck. "And you're a great dancer." Who also happened to be hot as hell even if he was confusing as fuck. "Why wouldn't I enjoy it?"

Shisui's gaze grows hot and heavy on Sasuke's body. "You're right, I didn't let you run off to dance with anyone else. You were very…dedicated to me that evening. It was very sweet. So of course I returned the favor." He smirks and nips at the curve of Sasuke's ear.

"Let's get one thing straight." Sasuke sighs in pleasure at the ear nip, his blood already heating up. "No one lets fire do anything. If I wanted to, I could have danced with every single gay man in that club, but I didn't because I chose to focus on you. I prefer quality over quantity."

A soft snicker falls from Shisui's lips as he holds his cousin close and presses a gentle kiss to the back of Sasuke's head. The thick, spiky locks tickle his nose pleasantly. "You're right, of course." And yet, underneath the flirting, he was still a gentleman. "If I reach the point where I make you uncomfortable, tell me. I want you to be happy and safe and comfortable here. You are here so that I can protect you, and I swear that I'll do everything I can to keep you safe, Sasuke."

"Damn right, I'm right." Life would be so much easier if people could just assume that from the beginning, Sasuke muses. Though he considers Shisui's words with a small pause. "I believe you want to keep me safe, but you know I'm not made of glass, right? I own a dojo and control two forces of nature."

"Of course you're not made of glass, Sasuke. But there's a lot for me to teach you and not nearly as much time as I'd like for you to learn it. If I could, I'd teach you everything I know over the next decade an make sure that you're as prepared as you can be. Since I can't, the best I can do is train you as we go and protect you as best I can while you learn." He chuckles huskily. "I can even teach you the fun applications of magic, if you want. Like how to achieve an orgasm in less than ten seconds."

"Good and we'll train as we go." Sasuke tilts his head at the last part. A happy Shisui was apparently a deviant Shisui. "You're joking about that last part. You don't actually know how to do that." He had to be yanking his chain. Shisui's voice was doing wonders for his libido, though. Sasuke had always had a high sex drive even if he didn't date that much, but those husky tones were like a sexy caress to the ears.

Shisui smirks and presses his fingers to the back of Sasuke's neck and to the base of his spine. He starts the tantalizingly seductive magic off at a low hum, only to increase the power exponentially over the next few seconds as he activates the pleasure receptors and sends a wave of hormones coursing through Sasuke's body.

"Fuck! Shisui!" Sasuke pants, trying to force himself not to cum on the spot. Apparently, it was very possible to get off that quickly thanks to magic and Shisui was all too happy to demonstrate.

"I like it when you say my name like that." Shisui moves a hand to the front of Sasuke's pants and presses there just enough to provide friction as he sends a powerful, stuttering jolt through Sasuke's body.

Sasuke had been prepared for all sorts of attacks as a martial artist and magic user. Physical, magic, or both. He'd just never thought magic could be used in this way.

It felt good, though. Too good. The smug, seductive words, teasing touch, and magic spiraling throughout his veins was an impossible elixir of carnal pleasure. His body reacted instinctively, bucking against Shisui as he surrenders to the sexy spell. He came hard and fast. "Fuck, Shisui! T-That's cheating!"

"Oh I know that it's cheating. But it's fun to cheat with magic sometimes. Especially when I get to see such a gorgeous face twisted in pleasure." Shisui kisses Sasuke's cheek and slowly removes his hands. "I hope that teaches you a lesson about underestimating me, Sasuke. I'm not the teenage cousin you remember anymore. There's a lot more to me now than that."

"Well, at least you admit it's cheating." Sasuke pants trying desperately to catch his breath. "I'm going to go...clean up and get changed." Damn that was embarrassing. He'd never gotten off that fast before. "Then maybe we can talk about your list." Because Sasuke was pretty damn sure that Shisui giving him an orgasm via magic meant...something. He wasn't really sure what. Shisui might have been doing it just to prove he could, but then he called Sasuke gorgeous and kissed his cheek.

"Alright. The bathroom's interface is already stocked with everything you need. It can mix up any sort of scented soap, shampoo, and conditioner you can think of. And if it can't, let me know and I'll find the oils and add them to the interface." Shisui pats Sasuke's backside teasingly. "I'll go take care of myself, then get food started. Alright?"

Sasuke bites his lower lip and nods. "Yeah. I'm sure the bathroom is great. I'll see you in awhile." All he could think of was do not blush. Do not blush.

Shisui chuckles as he retreats from the room and the door slides shut behind him. Ah…Sasuke was so adorable. It was almost a pity to leave him to take that shower.

Sasuke wasn't sure how long he stayed in the shower. The hot water was soothing and it'd taken him quite a while to choose from what seemed like a million different kinds of shampoo and body wash. Seriously, how many did Shisui need? Anyway, the fluffy towels were nice and it didn't take him long to change into some clean clothes. Yeah. Clothes that hadn't gotten...dirty thanks to Shisui's sneaky sexy magic.

Once he was sure he looked like hadn't just had gotten off from being frisked by said magic, Sasuke heads to the kitchen. Shisui appeared hard at working putting cheese and tomato on ciabatta, spicing a tomato salad, and piling together some sandwiches. "Itachi must have told you that I like tomatoes."

"Sasuke…" Shisui presses a hand to his heart as he nearly swoons in despair at the sight of his cousin. "Do you really think so poorly of me that you believe I wouldn't remember your favourite food?"

"Well, it has been awhile." Sasuke sits down as his eyes roam over the culinary delights Shisui was preparing. "It looks good." It really did, but Sasuke wasn't really sure how to broach what had just happened. He still couldn't believe he got off and Shisui barely touched him.

Honestly…his cousin was such an open book that Shisui didn't even have to try to peek into Sasuke's mind. "Sasuke, if you keep thinking so loudly, I'm going to know what you're thinking before you do."

"Thinking loudly?" He shoots him a confused look until it suddenly dawns on him. "You've got to be fucking kidding me. You can read minds?"

"Among many…many other things, yes." Shisui places all of the food on a large platter and bring it to the kitchen island. He places it in front of Sasuke and takes a seat opposite him. "And before you ask, no, I haven't been using my power on you. It's just that when thoughts are very loud and in close proximity to me, I over hear them. Unless I'm consciously blocking them out so that I can focus another of my powers."

"Well that's...humiliating on multiple levels." Sasuke sighs. Just his luck. Not only could Shisui use sexual magic, he could also read his mind too. This was not a fair fight. "Anyway...I appreciate the honesty."

"Sasuke…" Shisui sighs and reaches across the table to take Sasuke's hands in his own. "I won't use it to spy on your mind I promise. I wouldn't abuse your trust and violate the sanctity of your mind for my own personal gain. If ever I read your mind, it will be something I need to do to protect you. And more that likely, I'll be letting you hear my thoughts as well."

"You know my life would be a lot easier if I had that ability." He'd never really tried to expand his abilities much. Focusing only on the most diverse ways to utilize his fire and recently lightning. He hadn't wanted to get caught.

Shisui's lips curve into a smile. "I can teach you that as well. In fact, it's one of the basic skills that you'll need to learn to work effectively as part of our team. When I took over this division, I restructured it and set out a small list of skills and abilities that everyone on the team had to do their best to try and learn. True, sometimes certain abilities are too difficult to learn. I know that. But enough of the people on the team have completed the list that they can make up for anyone who hasn't yet completed it, or has found themselves with an ability they're fundamentally incompatible with."

"Wait. Mindreading is a BASIC skill?" The thought was a mindblowing one to say the least. Sasuke had never heard of anyone doing it, but Shisui was treating it like it was a common gift.

"On my team, yes. It's an essential skill for communication beyond what we can achieve with our tech." Shisui had made quite a number of major changes to the division when he was put in charge. "I actually have a setup in the office that can increase the range of my telepathy and let me connect to agents out in the field. It's an important array, especially on night missions when coordination is everything. We're jokingly called the Magitek Division. But…they're not wrong."

"I guess that makes sense and that would level the playing field." Sasuke bites into the meal Shisui had prepared and groans quietly. It was an explosion of pleasure for his taste buds.

"You know, I hadn't expected to see you orgasm over my cooking, but please, go right ahead." Shisui smirks devilishly, fully aware of Sasuke's thoughts when he first entered the kitchen.

Sasuke looks down at his food, feeling his cheeks burn a bit. "Well, it IS really good cooking."

Shisui watches his cousin, entirely too pleased with himself. "I win, Sasuke."

"You win the blushing thing. I got a home-cooked meal and an orgasm. So, I think I've won overall." Sasuke huffs, taking a quick gulp of his drink.

"True. But I'm sure that you'll provide me with even more entertainment tomorrow." Shisui picks up a piece of the ciabatta and takes a bite of the fresh, creamy, crunchy concoction. "By the way, there's vodka in that glass of grapefruit juice."

Sasuke sputters. It was far from dignified for a bunch of grapefruit juice with a splash of vodka to come spewing out of his mouth, but fuck. He was not prepared for that. His face was now burning even hotter at the implications of it. Shisui remembered the vodka and how it tended to make Sasuke more...physical than he usually would be.

Images of their dancing underneath the otherworldly lighting of the nightclub and surrounded by music designed to arouse the imagination and bewitch the senses were now blitzing across his mind at a dazzling pace. "Really...you put vodka in grapefruit juice?"

With a wave of his hand, Shisui stops the flying juice and alcohol in mid air, then directs every droplet harmlessly to the sink. "All the time. It's better for you than whiskey in coffee." At least Shisui made sure that his fruit juices were always freshly squeezed. He downs his own glass in one draught and places it empty on the table. "Never too much, though, so if you're worried about getting frisky with me again, you can relax." Shisui smiles amusedly. "Its just enough to relax you a bit. Trust me, in our line of work, you're going to get well-acquainted with alcohol, so it's best to start building your tolerance early."

"You were getting frisky with me. You," Sasuke wasn't really sure how to even describe what Shisui had done, "used your magic on me." Just that it had been an intense erotic euphoria that had smacked into him with all the force and forewarning of a tsunami. "You might be right about the tolerance thing, though." Sasuke had never really sought out or shied away from alcohol. Given that he was becoming a magical cop of sorts, well...yeah, a higher tolerance was probably a good idea.

Shisui chuckles and takes another bite as he sits back in his chair. Really, Sasuke was so amusing to watch, especially when he sulked a bit. "Sasuke, that night in the club…there was no magic involved at all. Just me, you, and your inability to hold your liquor. Not that I'm surprised, Itachi is such a lightweight that he's drunk after two shots. He definitely wouldn't survive the sort of work you're going to be doing. Especially if I send you undercover somewhere."

"I hold my liquor fine." Sasuke wouldn't let Shisui peg him as a lightweight so easily. "It was only dancing." Maybe his hands and eyes had wandered more than they normally would, though. Alright. They definitely had, but that was what people did at nightclubs anyway and Shisui was hot.

"Good, but you're going to need more than just fine." Shisui's gaze sharpens slightly, the humor disappearing from the onyx irises. "Sasuke, we deal with some of the worst of our kind, the ones with little to no remorse, and those who have no hesitation in using their abilities to hurt people, magical or not. If I send you to spy on them, like I've done myself more times than I can count, then you're going to have to be able to drink with the best and worst of them. You'll have to talk like them, walk like them, drink like them, and think like them. Do you understand?"

"I understand. No different than putting out fires. You have to understand the nature of what you're dealing with." The fact it was people who were causing the destruction was...unsettling, but he'd still be protecting others. Really he was lucky it was Shisui who had found him. It was all too easy to imagine a far less savory scenario. "And at least you recognize that I have a higher alcohol tolerance than Itachi. So...you're not completely oblivious."

The humor returns to Shisui's eyes as he chuckles and reaches out to ruffle Sasuke's hair. "Cheeky brat. I can still drink you under the table and be sober enough to work a full day without dropping."

"You probably could." Honestly, Sasuke was starting to wonder if there was anything Shisui couldn't do. He could read minds, dirty dance with the best of them, cook, possessed telekinetic abilities, and even knew how to mix magic with sex. It was insane. "It wouldn't stop me from trying, though and you didn't seem to mind my brattiness when you were frisking me." He didn't know why, but Shisui had a way of making him lose whatever marginal impulse control he had. Whether it was sexy dancing or pulling a tiger by its tail.

Shisui's gaze heats like a blazing fire and he slowly puts down what remains of his food. "Careful, Sasuke. I'm supposed to be giving you a tour of the office today to get you acquainted with the team. It would be very hard to do that if you can't walk for the next two days. You may be my little cousin, but I'm not above teaching you a lesson about pulling a tiger's tail."

Sasuke almost gulps, but manages not to as he meets Shisui's gaze. Fuck there was something primal dancing in those irises. Primal and scorching hot in intensity. "I'm younger, but I'm not little. Besides, you're more like a playful kitten than a tiger anyway. Definitely more grapefruit than vodka. So yeah, you should give me that tour."

"Oh I plan to." After all Shisui wasn't quite so easily sidetracked that he would just forget entirely about the point of bringing Sasuke here in the first place. But that didn't mean he was one to just let a blatant challenge like that go. "But on our way there, I think that you should take some time to imagine just what would happen if I dragged you by the hair to my bed, tied your hands up tight, and put you on your knees so I could fuck you like an animal, Sasuke."

Was it too late to get a cold shower? Probably. Still, Sasuke mentally manages to pat himself on the back for not stuttering like some kid with their first crush. "Bit more exotic than I would have imagined, but I could get behind that. Well, more like I'd get behind you. I think you got the roles mixed up." He gulps down what little remained of his grapefruit juice. Yeah. He was definitely going to need some liquid courage from whatever vodka remained inside his drink if Shisui was going to be throwing sexy scenarios like that around.

Shisui laughs sadistically. "You're ten years too early to be thinking about topping me, Sasuke. Maybe I'll let you bend me over my desk once you've got a little more experience under your belt. Because if you think that's exotic, then you're in for a treat later."

Sasuke huffs at the laughter. "It's not the number of candles on your birthday cake that matter, but how you use them." Shisui was older than him and who really knew what other sorts of sexy magic tricks he had hidden up his sleeve, but Sasuke could out-stubborn him.

"Oh believe me, I've got my candles and I know how to use them too." Shisui grins wickedly. "All over your back if wax-play is what you're into."

"Well, I know you know how to use your magic. I haven't seen the candlestick demonstration yet, though." Sasuke knew standing his ground was important here. If he gave Shisui an inch, he'd try to take a mile. A very dominant mile apparently. "And what the hell is wax-play?"

"Wax-play…" Shisui lifts a hand and tilts it as though grasping a candle. "Is where you take a candle with wax that has a very low melting temperature, and you light it, then let it drip slowly onto your lover's skin. You like fire, so I bet you'd love feeling the heat of it on your skin."

Sasuke feels himself shiver slightly as Shisui's words paint a rather vivid picture in his mind. Bare skin, heat, and Shisui's hands all over him. Fuck. He really needed that cold shower. "Never heard of it. If you're into it though and beg really nicely, I could give it a go. Fire is kinda my thing. So, I'd be able to make you moan with that one." It couldn't be that hard. If people without fire magic could do it...then yeah, Sasuke could definitely manage.

His little cousin really needed to learn how to better temper his thoughts. Because Shisui could see every perverted little thought racing through Sasuke's head. "One of these days, Sasuke, I look forward to showing you that sometimes pride must bend for the sake of pleasure. Bottoming isn't shameful, Sasuke. It's all about pleasure and the giving and receiving of it. Bottoming isn't about submission either. It's about having someone who wants to take care of you and make you feel like you're flying."

"I know there isn't. It's just not my thing." He'd always been in control. Just like his element. His partners had all loved it. There were certain things that were difficult to fake. Those moans were definitely one of them. So, there hadn't really been a reason to fix what wasn't broken. "Wait. Why are we debating this again?"

"We're not, because if it were a debate, even your brother would have conceded by now." Shisui reaches across the counter to poke Sasuke squarely in the forehead. "So lighten up a little, Sasuke. If you'd rather use me as a sensual experiment first, that's fine. But considering how tightly you're wound, I think you could use a good round of sex to loosen you up a little. I don't want you to wind yourself right up into a heart attack."

Sasuke grumbles, rubbing his forehead. Shisui really was Itachi's best friend. He even 'argued' like Itachi with forehead pokes. "What do you mean by sensual experiment?" And was he actually serious about becoming lovers? Shisui did seem to alternate between dirty, harmless banter and wanting to dance in another way. Between the sheets and with no clothes.

Shisui smirks at Sasuke's adorable grumbly face. "There's a lot of kinks out there Sasuke, and you deserve the chance to explore them. And who knows…" Shisui winks suggestively. "You might find a few that you really like."

Sasuke could feel his face growing hot at Shisui's offer. Was he really a man or some kind of nymph? Everything he did was somehow erotic. "Keep dreaming."

With a laugh, Shisui holds up his drink. "Oh, I intend to."