The Never Fading Light
Chapter 6: Homecoming
Sasuke wandered down the hall to the cafeteria where all the noise was coming from, anticipation and anxiety swimming in his stomach. He froze before his fingers touched the door, thinking for the thousandth time that he could just leave. He could run. He was still confused how he had been admitted in, but it felt like Itachi was pulling some awfully big strings when it came to him.
The question was, why? Because he wanted to fuck him? ...That much was obvious, but not the whole case. He could have done it if that was his intent. It's not like Sasuke had fought him...all that much. His mind flashed to the cell, to the feel of Itachi between his legs. Really there… Sasuke shut his eyes, gripping the door hinge as arousal coursed through him, pulsing from somewhere deep inside that wanted Itachi as he wanted Naruto.
His blond dobe had to be scratching at the walls by now without any sort of pigeon from him. They had rules about this kind of thing. No matter how far they were apart, they always communicated with each other. He had to be thinking he was really in the fray this time...that or he realized just how stupid Sasuke had been to have left in the first place.
Sasuke should leave. He should find a way to escape from this compound and run home to him, but...something was keeping him here. Something called to his very soul. It wasn't hard to figure out what. That had always been obvious through his dreams. The why was the bigger question. Itachi knew. He would tell him eventually with the right motivation. He would get his answers before he ever had to hurt the one he loved. He would get his answers, and then go home to his soon to be fiance. Not that he deserved him...not with the way he couldn't stop thinking about Itachi. Naruto would forgive him though. ...Naruto always forgave him.
"Thinking about running?" Sasuke started, glancing across to where the voice had come from, trying not to show the surprise he felt as a plant seemed to appear, having been camouflaged to the wall.
Sasuke's palms pressed against the wall, staring wide eyed up at the creature that seemed to tower over him. "What are you?"
"Zetsu," He answered. "What are you?" He asked, the white half of his face smiling, while that eerie golden eye stared deep into his own. Sasuke let them flood with the sharingan, trying to read if he was in danger or not. "You're a lot like me...two halves warring with one body."
Was he really so transparent? How could everyone here seem to see something that he had been running from his entire life? How much had his brother manipulated this situation? "What's wrong with me? Do you know?"
"You're not from here," A different voice replied from the same body, that golden eye narrowed in on him. "Not from this existence...fractured...split."
"A different person…" Sasuke answered for him, always being a quick study. "Is that what's wrong with you?"
"There's nothing wrong with me…" Zetsu answered, reaching out and opening the door to the cafeteria, noise cascading in Sasuke's ears as a party thrummed inside. "You wouldn't have made it," Zetsu told him. "If you had run...there are things outside that would have dragged you back."
The Jinchuuriki.
Sasuke swallowed, nodding. "Thanks for the warning," He managed, palms sweating with nervousness as he stared into the room of psychopaths that were celebrating his imprisonment. "Do I really have to go in there?" He questioned, and was shoved hard in the back as he did, causing him to stumble into the bustling room.
"Ah look Sasori, puppy came to play!" Was the exuberant welcome that came from the blond, getting up as he thrust a beer into his hand. Sasuke took it, shivering as their fingers touched and a wave of pain went through his head. He pulled away, backing up as his hand went to his forehead.
"Thanks…" He managed, taking a sip through the pain. Another reverberation, isn't that what Itachi had called it? His memories warring with each other, which meant this man was in his memories.
"Sure was an impressive performance," Deidara complimented. "Getting Pein to vote you in so easily with that plan of yours."
"Plan?" Sasuke asked, face turning white with fear as he realized he had truly blacked out for the vote. "Yeah...should work." He told him, having no idea what he was talking about. This wasn't the point to show how crazy he really was though. Not yet.
"You don't seem scared at all," Deidara said, grinning as he looked over at Sasori. "So which is it, yeah? Is our puppy brave or just stupid?"
"I imagine confused," Sasori said instead as he came over to them both. "Sasuke, I think we have a lot to talk about."
"What would I possibly have to say to you after everything you've done?" Sasuke questioned him back, downing the glass and shaking it at Deidara. "Refill?"
"Bossy bitch, aren't you, yeah?" Deidara questioned, but didn't look angry as he grabbed the glass. "You're lucky you're interesting."
Sasuke watched him go, eyes focusing back on Sasori and that inhumanely perfect face. "Your boy toy is cute...in an annoying sort of way." He murmured, crossing his arms.
"Glad you approve," Sasori murmured sarcastically. "Despite what you might think, it was my intention, or rather orders, to train you."
"My brother?" Sasuke questioned back, already knowing it had been.
"Your brother," Sasori agreed. "I didn't know what he wanted from you. I thought his intentions towards you were pure...but then I've never seen him look at you."
A warm pit inside of him pulsed at that statement, eyes fluttering before hardening once more on his mentor. "He doesn't look at me. He couldn't wait to get away from him." Itachi wanted whatever was buried deep inside of him.
"Don't be foolish, Sasuke, I know how intelligent you are," He chastised him. "Tell me how you're feeling."
"Betrayed," Sasuke immediately hissed, and then considered his training. "Confused," He admitted. "Frightened."
"He's not going to kill you," Sasori assured him, voice almost soft. "I can't promise he won't hurt you, though."
"I'm not frightened for myself," Sasuke looked then, sharingan fading as he stared at Sasori with his own eyes. "Naruto doesn't know what happened to me. He'll come looking…" He said hesitantly, realizing he was surrounded by people that wanted that exact thing to happen. Sasori had been his friend, even if it was a lie. He had been one of the only people he could trust.
"What are you asking me to do?" Sasori questioned, voice short and clipped. "You're very bold to come to me in your position and ask me to warn your boyfriend of your own plan."
"Not my plan," Sasuke denied, because he had blacked out, and no matter how much he tried he couldn't remember anything from waking up in the bed Itachi had gotten for him. "I love him…" He tried, because Sasori looked at Deidara in that way.
"If I warn him he'll come after you," Sasori pointed out, and yes, of course that was true. If Naruto even had a whiff of the danger he was in there wasn't anything that would stop him.
"I know...but if he thinks I'm with you," Sasuke said hesitantly. "If he thinks I'm training with you...then he won't worry. He won't…" Sasuke cut off what he was going to say as Deidara came back with another drink, blinking at the tears of guilt in his eyes. He had damned his lover to hell for his own selfish desires. He had damned him to see Itachi again.
"I'll see what I can do," Sasori managed, eyes flickering over Deidara. "Why don't you get something stronger, Dei?"
Deidara snorted at that, leaning in to lick playfully at Sasori's cheek. "Really? Trying to get me drunk, yeah?"
"Yeah," Sasori managed, cupping his face. "Even if I can't indulge it doesn't mean you shouldn't be able to,"
"My man," Deidara breathed, and Sasuke grit his head as another headache was starting to form. He went back over to the table, pouring shots for both him and Sasuke as he handed one over. "Question is...can you keep up, puppy?"
Sasuke grabbed it and downed it without question, not letting the burn show on his face. "I can keep up…"
His head was swimming with drink as he made his way down the hall back towards his room. His room...the very idea was laughable. How had it come to this? Getting drunk with the scum of the world? Cozying up to murderers that would normally be strapped to his investigation table? Right now that was his only option. Right now he had to try to blend in until he could figure out what was going on.
He slid along the wall, head swimming as he made it to his door. He hesitated before pushing inside, looking down to where Itachi's room was. He said he'd be gone for a few days...he'd never know. Sasuke felt that warm pit pulse deep inside of him at that thought, feet unconsciously carrying him down towards the second door. Itachi had put him beside him...keeping him close.
Sasuke slid the door open hesitantly, not putting it passed Itachi to lay traps in his own bedroom. ...Regardless if everything he knew about his brother came from faded memories and dreams that had never happened, he still felt like he knew him.
The room was as meticulous as the last time he had been in here. You would never know that Itachi had prepared for a speedy exit. Sasuke toed off his sandals, eyes staring at the big bed in the middle of the room. He had woken up in that bed earlier. He supposed Itachi wouldn't mind it too much if he did it again.
He crawled onto the bed, inhaling that spicy scent as he felt his cock twitch at just the smell of him. ...He always got more horny when he was drunk. The reaction shouldn't surprise him. It should, however, repulse him, but he couldn't bring himself to feel that either.
Sasuke sunk underneath the covers, fingers going underneath Itachi's pillow to grip the kunai in comfort. He missed Naruto. He missed the feeling of sliding against him at night...of that body rolling on top of him. Naruto would always kiss his neck first, as if asking permission before he would make his way down his body. He would whisper affections in his ear as his fingers would press between his legs.
Sasuke's breath quickened, hand pushing inside the waistband of his black shorts, finding the area between his thighs as he tried to remember Naruto's scent, but all he could smell was Itachi. The fantasy shifted back to the chains, to the feel of those strong hands on his hips, taking, never asking. He wet his lips as he gripped his cock, thumb swirling over the head as his breath quickened.
Sasuke pictured the cell, to the way Itachi had slid between his thighs. To the way he had looked at him. His other hand came to his zipper, creating more as his hand slid up and down the length. He moaned, biting his lip as his other hand pushed between his thighs, sliding into himself as he pictured it was his brother. He tried to get Naruto's face back, but all he could see were sharingan eyes staring down at him. "Itachi…" He breathed, thrusting his hips up as his fingers thrust inside, having no idea where this had come from. Not that he hadn't had this particular fantasy before, but it had always been from memories. Never from the real thing. "Itachi!" He screamed, cum spurting from his cock as he rolled onto his stomach, burying his face in Itachi's pillow as he panted. "Fuck…" He managed, nails digging into the fabric as he pushed himself up.
He was so fucked up. He was beyond fucked up. Tears swam in his eyes as he thought about Naruto...of what he had just done to him. He dug his face into the pillow, screaming in frustration as he thought about how the dobe had chosen him of all people, and he couldn't stop fucking up.
Sasuke threw the pillow away in disgust, pulling up his shorts as he reached for the bedside table, trying to find a rag or something to wipe up the mess he had made on Itachi's comforter. "Stupid...fucking...asshole…" He managed between clenched teeth as he yanked the bedside drawer open, eyes widening at what he saw inside.
His fingers were shaking as he reached for the open sketch pad, gripping it as he pulled it out to lay it in front of him. His fingertips traced over the sketched out form of his own face. He flipped through the sketch book, covering his mouth as he saw sketch after sketch. ...Always him...with one difference. The eyes. His eyes were green and red.
Sasuke gasped as the pain started, mouth making incomprehensible sounds of pain as his head exploded. It was laughable to ever think he had felt pain before. Blood splattered over the drawing of his face as he couldn't take his eyes off it. Memories poured through his brain as it tore it apart, images of his eye in bandages, of a hole through his stomach, of it knitting back together. He choked as he bent over that image, blood pouring from his eyes as it felt like his brain was going to explode. He let out one more strangled cry, before the pain overwhelmed him and he collapsed forward into his own blood, unconsciousness saving him from the pain of seeing his own altered reflection.
When he opened his eyes again it felt like he had the worst hangover of his life. He groaned at the pain, pushing himself up in the bed. He wasn't surprised to see Itachi sitting in the chair across from him. "Hey…" He managed, groaning as he grabbed for his head. "Sorry...I didn't mean to fall asleep in here."
"Didn't you?" Itachi questioned him, and Sasuke saw the sketch book in his lap.
"Well...maybe…" Sasuke corrected. "But I thought I could sneak out before you got back."
"Why?" Itachi's question was clipped, barely controlled anger beneath the surface as he watched him.
Sasuke thought about it, mouth opening, but not able to say anything as his eyes were locked on the sketchbook. "That's the person in my memories. That's the one I'm fighting against…" He exhaled. "Do me the courtesy of just telling me the truth?"
"It would make you go insane," Itachi managed, setting the sketchbook aside as he got up and headed to the bathroom.
"Don't you think I'm already there, Aniki?" He questioned, watching as Itachi came out with a wet rag.
Itachi grabbed his chin, very obviously not meeting his eyes as he wiped at his face. The rag came away pink from his most recent attack. "Think your sanity has always been questioned, even before all this."
"Before all this?" Sasuke asked him. "I don't know before this...but you do, don't you?" Sasuke gave a sardonic laugh, shaking his head. "Such a prodigy...You can even see a world that's not our own."
Itachi set the rag down, tilting Sasuke's face up to look at him. "You're the prodigy, Otouto, don't you know that by now?"
"Compliments don't become you Niisan…" Sasuke murmured. "Did that get you laid with him?"
Itachi gave a tight lipped grin, shaking his head. "You're a brat," His fingers came out, tracing through black spikes. "I have something for you…" He managed, fingertips trailing down his cheek. "You're not going to like it."
"As opposed to the force imprisonment and torture I've undergone the last few days?" He questioned, but his eyes were locked with Itachi's as those fingers trailed along his jaw, each touch soothing the pain in his head until it was a distant hum.
"It can get worse," Itachi promised him, reaching for a box on the bedside table. He tossed it to him. "I had it made for you."
"So quickly?" Sasuke questioned, fingers tracing over the flat velvet box. "It wasn't just the night that I was out, was it?"
"It's been six days since I left," Itachi answered for him. "Your brain hemorrhaged this time...not surprising seeing what you did." He motioned to the box. "Open it," He commanded, his eyes sharp and searching as he stared from him to the box.
Sasuke felt his skin crawl as he stared at it, not thinking it contained anything he would ever want. "Am I in trouble for sleeping so long?" He asked, trying to delay the inevitable.
"Just open the box, Sasuke!" His brother snapped, and Sasuke grabbed for the box on impulse, opening it as he rose an eyebrow at the contents.
"Is this a friendship bracelet?" He questioned, reaching in and grabbing for the silver band, finger tracing over the red jewel encased in it. Sasuke's eyes flickered to a similar one on Itachi's own wrist, grinning at his brother. "It is a friendship bracelet...does this make us best…" He was cut off as Itachi lunged forward.
Sasuke gasped as he was tackled back onto the bed, his arms coming up on instinct as they wrapped around Itachi's neck. He moaned as Itachi's lips trembled against his, seeking permission as he opened for him. The world exploded behind his eyes as he couldn't comprehend the lips actually moving against his, gasping as Itachi finally pulled away.
Dark eyes opened, seeing matching ones staring down at him. Itachi looked terrified...he looked almost guilty. Shouldn't he be feeling guilty as well? Shouldn't this be eating him up inside for what he was doing to Naruto? Why did it feel so right then? Why did he want more?
Not knowing how Itachi would react, Sasuke reached up to pull the other back down to his mouth, wanting his sin again if he were going to bathe in this madness. Itachi hesitantly kissed back, pulling away as if he were in pain as he gripped Sasuke's hips. "No…" He managed, and Sasuke heard the agony in his tone.
Sasuke knitted his eyebrows, the harsh sense of rejection filling him as he began to pant. "Why...I thought...I thought you wanted me?"
Itachi pulled back at that, hands cupping each side of Sasuke's face, inches from each other as Itachi straddled his hips. "There aren't words for how much I want you. How much I've always wanted you." Lips covered his again, as if he couldn't help himself as he laid their foreheads together. "I'm sorry…" He managed as he reached for something, and Sasuke felt a clink on his wrist. "Go to sleep, Otouto...just for awhile, okay?" He managed, and Sasuke's eyes widened in fear as he felt something overtaking him, and then his eyes slid to the back of his head.
His eyes came back into focus, fingertips trailing down Itachi's spine as the other breathed into his neck. "What are you doing, Aniki?" He managed in his ear, shifting to throw his leg over his hip and roll them over. "Did you kiss him?" He accused, Itachi's eyes dark and sad as they watched. "Did you!?"
"Brightness…" Itachi managed, hands coming up to reach for him. "You're not two separate people." Hands slid up his thighs, his stomach, pulling him down. "I've waited so long to touch you again…" He managed, sounding pained as he cupped his cheek. "Talk to me."
"You have me on your hips, and you want to talk to me?" Sasuke asked, shifting on Itachi as the other couldn't take his eyes off his face.
"Yes," Itachi agreed. "I just want to talk to you…" Itachi pulled him down to his lips. He pulled back, eyes shut in pleasure as his hands trailed up his hips. "Just talk to me."
"Did you want to fuck him?" Sasuke questioned, taking this in stride, who knew how long this would last before the headaches started again and he was forced back into his box.
Itachi gave a small laugh. "Only you Otouto could get jealous of yourself," Itachi's eyes opened. "It's you then...after all this time."
"The bracelet?" Sasuke questioned, holding up his wrist as he examined it, recognizing the stone. He looked down at the one on Itachi's own wrist, frowning as he put everything together. "You're suppressing him." No wonder he was so exhausted. "Aniki...that's too much chakra. You won't be able to sustain it for long."
Itachi sat up with the other still in his lap, hand wrapping around his waist. "You're here...it's worth it."
Sasuke blinked, eyebrows knitted as his heart rate increased. "Such things you say...why are you being like this?"
"It's not a trick," Itachi immediately supplied, arms tightening around him as if he were afraid he was going to run. "No more tricks, Otouto, not ever."
Sasuke laughed, shaking his head as he rolled his eyes. "I don't believe you." Itachi thrived in treachery. "What you're doing to him...to me...you're getting me ready for the Kyuubi. You had me raised by Obito." Sasuke reacted then, hitting him as hard as he could. "Obito!"
Itachi growled, grabbing for his wrists as Sasuke's eyes flooded with the sharingan, anger consuming him as he growled. "Obito is your cousin."
"Obito is the reason for most of my suffering in this world!" Sasuke screamed at him. "You fucking prick!" He leaned in, teeth clenched as he struggled against those wrists. "After what he did to me...after he made me kill you!"
Itachi seemed startled by the reminder, but flipped them back over and slammed Sasuke's hands above his head. "Do you know why I kissed him?" He questioned, gripping harder as he crushed him under his weight. "Because he laughs! And he jokes! And he's happy!"
Sasuke snarled at that, batting his head forward and crashing into Itachi's as he rolled them over again, knees pressing into Itachi's chest as his hand gripped his neck. "Oh? He's happy...so you want someone that's happy? Give him time Aniki, he hasn't been ruined by you yet!"
"You are so relentlessly annoying!" Itachi yelled up at him, anger lighting up his features as Sasuke squeezed harder. "I would never touch him."
"You touched him…" Sasuke growled back, denying his false sense of propriety. "You're touching him now…" He leaned in. "I'm fucking dead, Itachi."
He grabbed him then, hand gripping the back of his neck and his ass, pulling him close as he slid their cocks together. "You don't feel dead," He managed, gripping his wrist as he showed it to the other. "I'm going to fix you...But first...I'm going to fuck you for the first time in 10 years. Think you can handle that?"
"Thought you just wanted to talk?" Sasuke mocked him, fingertips grabbing the back of Itachi's tank top, yanking it over his head as his nails dug down his back. "But why wouldn't you want to fuck me…" He leaned into Itachi's ear. "I've been trained by your favorite person." He mocked, grunting as he was tossed backwards and blanketed by his brother.
"Shut up Sasuke," Itachi growled, hands going to roughly rip open his shorts as he glared daggers down at him. "One only wonders why I even want you back," He threw the shorts and boxers across the room, reaching down to rip open his shirt.
"Yet you do want me back…" Sasuke said, splayed before him. His nerves were starting to catch up with his anger as Itachi stared.
"Of course I want you back…" Itachi spoke, voice a breathless whisper as he stared down at the body that didn't truly belong to him. "I've missed you...I've ached for you." Itachi kissed his way down his stomach, kissing the inside of his thighs as Sasuke moaned in arousal. "Just you...and all your irritating quirks...and you're big mouth...and your memories." Itachi bit the inside of his thigh. "You know me."
"I know you…" Sasuke agreed, leading that wandering mouth to his cock as Itachi sunk down on it. He gasped, fingers gripping Itachi's hair as his legs splayed over those shoulders. His mouth sunk up and down on him, and Sasuke couldn't remember the last time he could even recall what it felt like to be touched. "I know you…" He breathed again, fingers digging into that hair as he pushed him down, wanting more. "Fuck...Itachi…" He managed, so close from the over stimulation.
Itachi pulled off before he could cum, Sasuke whining at the loss of that wet heat. He sunk lower, and he cried out as a tongue swiped his entrance. He groaned as it pressed inside of him, and he tried to push back all of his insecurities and remember that he had wanted this. He had wanted Itachi back more than anything.
A finger slid in with that tongue as Itachi's hand came back to his cock. His mind was working a mile a minute, trying to decide if this was real. Did Itachi really love him this time? "'Tach...Gods…." He twisted in the sheets, trying to get that mouth deeper as another finger was added, thrusting against him.
He had to know. He had to know if this was real...if Itachi really wanted him. If he would control himself. "I'm sorry…" He managed, and he saw Itachi's eyes snap up to him, pulling back to watch him.
"About what, Otouto?" He managed, crawling up his body as he positioned himself between his legs. He slid down his pants, pulling himself out as he groaned. "You have nothing to apologize to me for."
Sasuke shook his head, emotion welling up in his gut as his eyes filled with tears. "I killed you…" He managed, gasping as Itachi slid inside him to the hilt.
"Not dead…" He managed, eyes shut as he buried his face in Sasuke's shoulder. "I forgot what it felt like to be with you…"
"With your soul's mate?" Sasuke whispered, pulling him to his lips as they kissed almost desperately, the other thrusting inside him as they moved. Sasuke's legs came up around his waist, ankles pressing into his hip bones as he moved with him, pressing him deeper as Itachi moaned into his ear.
"Sasuke...Forgive me...Forgive me…." He managed, thrusting faster, deeper as his hips rolled in the bed. "Please…." He managed, and Sasuke felt his pleasure building as the other still knew exactly how to touch him.
Sasuke had forgiven Itachi the moment he had plunged the dagger into his stomach, but he couldn't bring himself to say the words. "Forgive yourself…" He whispered into his ear, dragging that mouth back to him as he came hard between their stomachs. Itachi followed after, filling him as he buried his face in his neck.
Itachi shuttered as he rocked their hips together, experiencing all the aftershocks that came from being celibate for 10 years. Though of course, Sasuke realized, just because he hadn't touched anyone, didn't mean Itachi hadn't. He rubbed up the toned back, Itachi not having looked up yet. "You must be exhausted...I have no idea how you've been holding me here this long."
His brother stirred against him, lifting his head up finally and Sasuke sighed as he was kissed. "I'd hold you here forever if I could." Itachi kissed along his neck, pulling up and yanking Sasuke with him to sit in his lap, still nestled inside of him. "Why not come to me during your blackouts, Otouto?" He questioned, hands tracing up his spine.
"You didn't either, Aniki," Sasuke accused. "I didn't have much control...snippets before he took over again. Not enough to find you," Itachi could have found him, but then he never really was all that great at looking. He leaned against his shoulder, arms wrapping around him as he knew this couldn't last for long. "What are we going to do?"
Itachi exhaled, tilting his head back as if he were pained to even think about it. "You'll go crazy if your memories mix too much. The things you've gone through…" His fingers trailed down his side. "What you've done to yourself to get here...it would destroy you."
"Him," Sasuke corrected, entwining their fingers. "It'd be easier if you just let me go, you know?" He assured him. "He could be what you want."
"He's not what I want," Itachi growled, grabbing his spikes as he yanked him back. "Why must you question my loyalty to you? I didn't know I could get you back. I swear it, Sasuke."
Sasuke blinked at him, seeing the scared way his brother looked at him. "I question your loyalty because you've made me do so." He held up his wrist as the bracelet slid to his forearm. "You put a stone back on me...after what you did last time?"
"You know what it's for," Itachi growled, glaring at him. "Your soul is your own," He hissed at him, eyes slitted with the sharingan.
"My soul has always been yours…" Sasuke corrected him, seeing the guilt flash in his brother's eyes. "You know...You're not the only one that needs to be forgiven." He admitted, rubbing up Itachi's thighs. "I need to be forgiven."
Sharingan eyes flickered up to his, as if searching for an answer. "I don't blame you for what you did."
Sasuke scoffed, shaking his head. "Yes, but I blame me. I changed the world for my mistake...to get you back...I got so angry Aniki." He admitted, blinking back tears as he grabbed for Itachi's hair. "No matter what you did...it didn't justify it. I killed my own soul, regardless of the fact that by doing so got mine back to me."
Itachi covered his mouth, stopping his talking as his eyes searched for something. "You've done a lot in your life to apologize for, but that will never be one of them." He uncovered his lips, covering them with his own as they couldn't seem to keep their hands off each other. "We'll give you his memories." He told him suddenly, kissing all along his chin. "You can handle those...we'll give you his consciousness and soon you'll have his life."
He tried to take that all in, realizing the implications of what that would mean. "Killing my other half?" At least he had practice at that.
"Don't think of it like that," Itachi tried. "It should have been like it was with me...this should have happened a long time ago."
"Does that justify it?" Sasuke questioned, raising an eyebrow. "Is that how you justify things in your head...You shouldn't have gotten sick. It wasn't how it should have been." Itachi looked like he wanted to hit him, but exhaled his anger as his eyes were hard and closed off.
"I just want you," He managed.
"You have me...He is me...remember?" Sasuke questioned, and Itachi huffed in frustration.
"So now you want me to touch him?" Itachi asked, grinning at that way Sasuke's eyes flashed with the sharingan. "Don't worry…" He soothed. "I don't want to touch him...I don't want to touch anyone but you…" He hissed as if in pain, laying their foreheads together. "Otouto, I can't any longer...I can't hold you here."
Sasuke stared down at himself, knowing he looked debased...feeling Itachi inside him. "How are you going to explain it?" He asked him, sliding off of Itachi and hissing at the feel of his brother sliding out of him. "He'll know."
"No doubt," Itachi agreed. "I'll think of something. I can bring you back when my chakra has refreshed. Until then…" Itachi yanked him close to kiss him. "Stay out of trouble."
"No promises there, Aniki." Sasuke managed, smiling at the familiarity. "There's no explaining this, you know."
Itachi actually grinned at that. "Yeah, brat, I know…" Didn't matter though, did it? Sasuke always believed what Itachi told him. He was sure this version wasn't any different. Not when he loved him the way he did. He'd believe Itachi in any world.
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