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Warning: Lemon! Itachi is seme, though it may not look like it at first.

Chapter 16: Raven's call

The feeling was desperate to get out, and I only felt lightheaded. But I knew what I was doing, and what more I wanted to do. This feeling was making me crazy. It felt like the only way I could get rid of the maddening feeling is if skin was against skin. It's instinct, that's all I can call it.

I pull back only a little, and take Itachi's bottom lip in between my teeth. I bite, drawing blood, then suck on the wound. This only leading to an exchange of the taste of iron as Itachi and mine's tongues come together. Caressing one another as if hands, our tongues dance, drawing out a soft moan from my lips. My hands seem to take on a life of their own, as they trail up Itachi's shirt. His skin is soft, feeling much like the white cotton it looks like. I expected him to be cold, but his skin gave off a pleasant heat. I travel down from his soft supple petals, and nip at his chin, licking occasionally. His skin tasted like pickled ginger, saccharine but leaving a bittersweet aftertaste. So I tasted different parts of his neck, not wanting the aftertaste to come yet, wanting to prolong the sweetness it held.

His hand covered mine as he guided it, and tilted his head back exposing more of his neck. Our intertwined hands pushed his shirt up. I lower myself, pushing the shirt up so Itachi's entire chest was there for my taking. I started at his abdomen, running my tongue up slowly. I'm rewarded with a faint, almost not heard gasp. It seemed that that noise alone made the feeling inside me want to get out even more. It went wild inside of me, traveling just a little lower, in the pit of my stomach. It's then that I notice I'm fully erected.

Once I reach my nii-chan's chest, I take a brief look at his face. The after taste of his skin, teasingly settles into my mouth. I wanted to taste the sweetness once more, but his face was enticing. I couldn't take my eyes off of him. He was relaxed, calm, and his eyes only partly open. Small slits that he probably only sees blurs out of. Still giving myself the pleasure of watching him, my tongue reaches down to tease a nipple. Itachi's eyelids lower, and his long lashes of the darkest gray hide his charcoal eyes. I close my eyes as well, taking the knob into my mouth, I suck lightly. Hands once again going on their own adventure, finding Itachi's hips as a suitable frontier. The hem of Itachi's pants was being pushed out of the way, as my slender fingers travel down to touch his hips. By this time, I've switch from my brother's right nipple to his left, inflicting the same torture.

I wanted to discard the black material bunched up above my head. After a few licks for a lingering bitter taste, I part from my brother's skin. I take the shirt into both of my hands, and pull it over Itachi's head. I sit back to take in the sight of my brother. My hands run down his chest, fascinated by the ashen skin. Almost as white as the make up a Geisha would adorn her face with.

Itachi reaches up and fists a handful of hair as I'm pulled down for a kiss. It was tender yet forceful, pleasurable yet painful. I lower myself, my hands touching one of my brother's nipples. It was amazing how soft and warm Itachi's skin is. I put my weight on my brother, and once I feel the bulge in his pants an urge to move came over me. Still engulfed in our kiss, I rub our erections together. At first only as an experiment, seeing how it would feel. The shy touch advocated me to push harder against my brother. I did so, following my bodies urges. We both gasp, breaking our kiss. I rest my cheek on my brother's bare chest, rubbing against him still. It felt so good, and I couldn't help letting out a moan. Itachi then pushed me off of him, I would have whimpered at the loss of friction, but I controlled myself.

Once again Itachi kisses me, his hand stroking my cheek. We're next to one another, neither dominant, neither submissive, but neutral as we lay by the other's side. The hand that was cupping my face soon takes interest in removing my shirt. The shirt is lifted easily, and then thrown to the floor. Itachi pulls me close, and we touch flesh to flesh, the only thing in our way the cold silver locket still around my neck. His fingers then dance down my back, I tilt my head up and our lips become one once again. It's when Itachi rest his hand on my crotch that I shove him, so I could get air. I gasp for breath, and then let out a moan, pushing my hips forward into my brother's hand. I throw my arms around him, pulling him close. Silently begging him to apply pressure to where his hand lay.

"Ah," my plea is heard, Itachi pushes his hand against my crotch. "Mmmm," I groan out breathlessly, as that hand rubs in circles. As soon as it came it goes. Only to be pleasantly surprised when that hand unbuttons and unzips my jeans. Slipping past my boxes, Itachi grabs a hold of me. "Aniki…" I gasp out, resting my forehead on his chest, and pulling in closer in our embrace. My hand finds his ponytail and I pull out the tie, then run my fingers through the silky jet black hair, while my brother strokes me. I felt hot, and I could feel the sweat running down my forehead. I started to move along with Itachi's hand. That imprisoned feeling moved lower and lower, as if seeing it's exit.

My nii-san didn't shy away from giving me pleasure, stroking me harder and faster. I couldn't control my vocals any more. Finally the feeling that had wanted to escape ceases it's moment. I cum into my brother's hand, but it felt like only part of that feeling had escaped, leaving a fraction of itself behind still waiting. I couldn't catch my breath, and I felt weak. But, I still wanted more, I wanted the feeling in my stomach to go away, even if it's presence brought on such blissful madness. While I was lying still trying to breathe normally, Itachi withdrew his hand, giving me a kiss on the forehead.

I swear I could feel his lips curled into a smirk when I felt them upon my forehead. Itachi tugs down my pants and boxers all at once. Leaving the cum that's on his hand behind on my cloths. I am now completely nude, while Itachi still has his pants. I didn't like that, and I started to weakly tug at my brother's pants, after unbuttoning them. Itachi helped out, and took off his jeans and underwear. Itachi was still painfully erected, even though I had some release he hadn't had any. The site of his excitement got me up as well. I bring my eyes up, when I feel hands running down my back. Itachi brought our lips together again, and slowly he crawled on top of me. I put my arms around his neck, though the kiss couldn't last long, I needed air. Once lips were no longer against lips, they find interest in the junction of my neck and shoulder. There was light biting, sucking, and kissing. I pet my brother's long hair that's freely splayed over his back. His hands touched me almost every were, I couldn't pin point anything, the caresses are like the wind. "How far do you want this to go Sasuke?" Itachi ask. He looked so beautiful towering over me. Most of his hair was off his shoulder, only a few strains clinging to rest on his back. His hair was like a vale around me, tickling my face, but not at all covering any part of his features.

"All the way Itachi," I say in response. Itachi took his finger to his mouth and sucked on it, making it wet. I found watching him captivating. Then the hand disappears again. I feel the wetness run down my inner thigh, and then reaching my buttocks. His figure touches my tight skin.

"It'll be uncomfortable, there'll be pain."

"I don't care," I whisper, and his wet finger pushes into me. "Ugh!" He was right, it felt odd to have something inside me. It was even more uncomfortable, once that finger moved within me, stretching me out. Then another entered adding to the discomfort. To say the least, what he was doing was annoying and pissed me off. I say nothing, though I can't claim my face didn't show dislike or discomfort. Either way I endured the odd feeling, and am relieved once the invading digits pull out. I let myself relax, not having notice that I was tense.

Itachi looks at me, his hand lifting my hips slightly. As if asking permission his eyes don't leave mine. I close my eyes as a sign of trust. Only moments later, I feel him probing me. My lids squeeze together, and I don't dare open my eyes. Itachi stops, but still I don't relax. His soft hand then gently messages my thigh, and I hear the faint request, "Relax, little brother."

I try and eventually when my body is completely lax, Itachi continues to push into me. I try not to tense up, it's hard, the pain isn't easy to bare. I wiggle trying to get away, and Itachi stops again. My breathing's heavy, but his was steady and soothing. As if him keeping his breathing steady would coax me into staying calm. I try to relax, but thinking of the pain, I didn't know if I could handle it. It was like I was being ripped apart on the inside.

Itachi kisses me, softly, tenderly. Our hands interlace, and then our lips separate. As his hand gave me courage, he pushes into me deep. I tighten my grip around his fingers. Finally it seemed like a painful eternity, but finally my brother had completely impaled himself. There was another moment of rest, my chest heaving, sweat making my skin itchy, or was it just the thought of having sex with my brother that made me itchy. Impatient. I close my eyes once more and Itachi slowly starts a rhythm. There was little pain left to be noticed as waves of pleasure tickle my being. The feeling that so desperately wants to escape me once again resides at the bottom of my stomach, and only seems to be moving lower.

On count with the rhythm, and every stroke I counter. Itachi seems to take my participation, as a sign to speed up. Not that I mind at all, when he sped up he also hit something inside of me; that forced a low moan from my throat. Wanting him to do that I again I try and push myself onto him as far as he could go. But he was in charge for now, and he didn't let me, holding on tightly to my hips.

"Itachi…." I try and ask him to stroke that spot again. But I could only whimper out his name. I try to pull him closer using my legs. He forces himself deep into me, and that addictive sensation teased my entire body. Itachi was now resting his forehead on my shoulder, using one arm for support and the other to hold my hip. He was still pounding into me, and the sound of his heavy breathing so close to me ear, was erotic. I encircle him with my arms and legs. I wanted him to moan, to whimper, to call my name. But all he gave me was his labored breathing. I run my hand through his hair once again, and he hit that spot once more. I tug at his hair, and practically screamed. But through my shout of ecstasy I heard him let out a small grunt. I play with his hair, while he drives into me, and he moans.

"Yes," I say huskily, wanting to hear more of my brother's voice. Then the hand that's supporting him, latches onto my shoulder, nails digging into my skin. The hand that had resided on my hip moved to hold my cock. Stroking it in time, I let out a whine. The sensations over flowing, my brain can't even process it. And the feeling was once again close to finding an exit. So close…so…

"Aniki!" My voice breaks as I call out the affectionate name. For a moment that was the only thing my mind told me to do, the only command. To scream in ecstasy. Nothing else mattered, nothing else registered. I have reached an impairing climax and I ride it out, as my brother is moments away from his own climax.

"Sas…Sasuke," he calls my name, and I feel warmth inside of me. There was heavy breathing, and Itachi was shaking, having a hard time keeping himself steady. He didn't want to collapse on me, but for a brief moment he lay on top of me unable to keep himself off of me. Then in a shaky manner he managed to pull out of me, and lay down next to me on the bed sheets that are now tussled and not in their right place.

The feeling that had compelled me to do this was no longer there, and all I wanted was to lay here. Itachi lay on his back, catching his breath. I roll over and stay close, suddenly feeling cold without my brother inside of me. I reach for my locket, still around my neck. I finger it like I always do, but notice something off. I sit up in a start.

"What is it?" Itachi questions. I look at the locket in my palm. Lifting one finger I try to press it closed, only to not hear a click, the sound that would tell me the locket is locked. There's only a small gap.

"The locket won't close," I tell Itachi. My brother sits up and looks at the piece of jewelry around my neck. He also can't get it to shut.

"I must have put too much pressure on it," he explains. He then reaches to try and take it from around my neck. I stop him.

"We'll get it fixed," he says plainly, that being the reason why he was going to take off my keepsake.

"No, it's fine," I say in a monotone voice. I then try to make sense of the sheets and cover myself feeling cold. Seeing as I was completely exposed to the air in the room. Itachi swings his legs around and sits on the edge of the bed, picking up some of his clothes.

"Lay with me," I command more than ask. Itachi turns to look at me and there's a period of a silent stare. Then my brother lowers himself, I share with him the covers and my body heat. I fall asleep with his warmth next to me. But I know he'll leave during the night, we can't be caught like this. Other's wouldn't understand. They would only find it dirty, they wouldn't see it from our eyes. Purity and innocence nowadays are so easily tainted. It's a shame…

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