OH HAY. I finally finished this. It sat half done for a week or two, I am ashamed to admit, because of Real Life Issues, but tonight I cranked out the rest of it.
Right now I'm not sure how I feel about the sex scene, but I'm posting it anyway, even though I am tired as all fuck.
ENJOY YOUR SEX BECAUSE THAT IS ABOUT ALL THERE IS IN THIS CHAPTER.
Also again, thanks to everyone so far who has watched, reviewed, and favorited this story. We're on the home stretch now! I'd also like to note that none of you have figured out what's up with Sasuke's amnesia yet. Maybe it's just a really obscure idea and you'll all think it's stupid.
It was four thirty the next afternoon when Sasuke realized there was no stopping it. He hadn't slept a wink the night previous, his alarm for school going off just as he was about to close his eyes. He'd gotten up, had a cup of coffee, and gone to school. He'd slept through class, gotten plenty of worried looks from teachers, and had been eventually sent home sick.
He didn't remember most of the day because all he'd been thinking about was Itachi.
He paced the livingroom, still unable to get the man who claimed to be his brother (who he knew, somehow, to be his brother, even though up until their last encounter he would've sworn up and down that he was an only child since birth) out of his head. He had the phone in his hand, the number dialed before he even knew what he was doing, and as if the ringing over the line snapped him out of his stupor, his breath caught in his throat.
There was never any stopping it. Not from the moment he laid eyes on the man was there ever any stopping it.
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His usually impeccably neat hair was slightly tousled, his hands white-knuckled on the steering wheel as he dodged traffic, his patience tried. When his phone rang, he almost blocked the call before realizing just who was calling. Pulling up at a red light, he picked up, smoothing his nerves and relaxing his grip on the wheel.
"Sasuke..."
He heard the shuddered intake of breath across the line, the pause that followed, the silence thick even over the phone, and then-
"I need you..."
His fingers tightened again on the wheel, but for an entirely different reason. He'd already been on his way to the teen's flat, intent on getting exactly what he was due, and to have Sasuke call him just to-
"Please, just come over..."
-beg him to do just that... The stress he'd been feeling drained away, replaced with an entirely different kind of tension, right alongside something dark and playful.
"Itachi-"
"I'll be there in about fifteen minutes," he answered, cutting the boy off and hearing the exhale against the receiver and letting the slightest of smirks twitch up the corners of his lips. "Tell me what you're wearing, Sasuke..."
A choked sound, and then, "W-what?"
He took a left, knowing full well he would be there sooner than fifteen minutes. "I want to know what I'll have the pleasure of stripping you of before I arrive."
Again, a pause. "My school uniform."
"Unbutton it. No arguments, either. If you don't, you're going to need a new shirt."
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A shiver ran down his spine at Itachi's words, and Sasuke swallowed thickly before complying, fumbling awkwardly with the buttons using his free hand until he gave up, cradling the phone against his shoulder in order to use both hands. He'd only gotten about half of them undone before the man's voice filtered through the phone again. His hands shook.
"Touch yourself..." was the low order this time, and as he opened his mouth to question, he was cut off by, "Do it," the command in the voice more than he could argue with.
He took the phone in hand again, shoulder cramping up, and trailed his free hand shakily up the exposed skin of his chest. The slightly wrinkled dress shirt slipped off his shoulder, and he sucked in a breath as his dragging nails scraped across a nipple.
"Sasuke..."
He shuddered at the tone of voice, low and raw, and he sunk back against the counter, eyes half lidded as he twisted the nub between his fingers, letting out the breath he'd sucked in seconds ago in an airy almost-moan. He heard shifting on the other end of the line, but didn't pay much attention to it until he heard a car door slam and the beep of a remote door lock, followed by the echo of hurried footsteps.
"Itachi-"
"Is your shirt unbuttoned yet?"
He looked down, groaning, and reluctantly moved his hand from his chest to finish unbuttoning his shirt. Again, he fumbled with it, but this time managed to get the buttons undone with just one hand before-
"Get the door, Sasuke."
Hands shaking slightly again, he dropped the phone, moving quickly to the door.
It seemed that the second the lock clicked open, Itachi was on him, fire spreading from the man's hands on his chest as he was pushed back against the entryway wall. He barely registered the door being shut and locked again through the lips that seemed keen on devouring him, a hot, hot tongue slipping past his lax defenses and stealing the breath from his lungs and God he was so hard.
His back arched as Itachi's fingers found his previously abused nipple, and his head fell back, the kiss broken only for the man's lips to fasten over the fading bruise on his neck to remake it, dragging a moan up out of his throat.
Before he knew it, his shirt was on the floor, and he gripped at Itachi's, trying to work the buttons even as a strong thigh worked itself between his legs and rubbed. A broken form of the man's name fell from his lips as his hips jerked forward, only to fall apart into something close to a whimper as the friction left as quickly as it came.
"Sasuke..." was a low, hot breath against his ear that rushed straight south, and he answered in turn, managing to get Itachi's shirt open enough to get his hands inside.
He heard the scatter of buttons across the tiled entryway floor and for a split second, he inwardly called Itachi a hypocrite before the shirt was off and the older man's lips found his again, followed by a slow, agonizing grind of hips against hips.
They could have been there for hours or minutes, and Sasuke wouldn't have been able to tell the difference, but at some point, Itachi was leading them toward the bedroom, and at some point down the hall, he lost his pants, and at some point between then and the time he felt his back hit the mattress, they'd both become very, very naked, and he really didn't care when or how.
Lips and tongue and teeth trailed a path of fire across his chest and his back arched, his hands tearing loose the tie that held back Itachi's hair and his fingers threading into the loosened strands.
"I want you," he repeated, now that the man was here and tangible, and his voice was rough with lust that he saw mirrored in the dark eyes that snapped up to lock with his. He tugged a little at the older man's hair and Itachi complied, moving back up his body to again latch onto his lips. As hips ground roughly down against his own, his moan was swallowed up, and his grip tightened in Itachi's hair.
He could get lost in that mouth, in that tongue that was shoved so far down his throat he was almost breathing it. It was so distracting that he didn't even realize Itachi had gone for the lube until one slick finger pushed its way inside of him and he had to break the kiss in favor of a startled gasp. The man on top of him was relentless, though, and even as he started to squirm teeth sunk perfectly into his shoulder, causing him to go absolutely boneless, a strangled sound of mixed pain and pleasure escaping his throat.
A second finger was added shortly after, and as he stiffened again, Itachi ran his tongue over the spot still wedged between his teeth and he'd liked to have just come right then, hips rocking back sharply against the fingers inside him. Everything felt so familiar and foreign at the same time, and his head was spinning. When the third finger was added he winced, but the pain faded quickly in the face of a blinding pleasure that jolted over him, dragging a curse from his lips and making him see stars.
God he wanted to feel that again, and his eyes stared half-lidded and unfocused at the ceiling of his bedroom as he rocked his hips, riding Itachi's fingers and trying to find-
"Fuck!" he cried out, breathless, and only when the faintest wince reached his ears did he realize he'd been gripping the older man's hair too tight. Hips still moving of their own accord, he tried to give an apologetic look, but the predatory gleam in Itachi's eyes told him it was probably nothing short of near abandon.
He fought to keep down the whimper that wanted to escape as the other's fingers slipped out of him, but it still came out as something close to a bereft sigh, and he barely caught the smirk that flitted across Itachi's lips as his name fell from them.
"Now," Sasuke breathed, and Itachi wasted no time sinking into him fully in one quick thrust, tearing a strangled sound from his lips at the pain as he wriggled his hips to try and get comfortable, drawing a quiet sound from the other's lips as well.
"Sasuke-"
"Move," he demanded, impatient and nearly desperate as he awkwardly rocked his hips back against Itachi's, spurring the older man to a quick and brutal pace. Pain subsided into pleasure quickly enough, and with a slight change of angle he was practically screaming the other's name to the ceiling, blunt nails digging into pale shoulders as Itachi's quickened breaths and quiet sounds fanned hot against his neck and ear.
He felt like it had been forever since he'd felt this complete, and he clung to the man atop him like his life depended on it, calling his name like a broken mantra as pleasure blazed up his spine and skittered across every nerve. The mere sound of Itachi's voice brokenly uttering his name in his ear sent him that much closer to the edge, and he didn't think he was going to last long at this rate, not with it this good, not when Itachi was pounding into him this hard, hitting that spot each time that made his vision white out.
Sasuke felt the heat coiling tight in his gut, knew he must've been shaking by then, and knew he was close. When Itachi reached down between them to grip his neglected arousal, all it took was a heated whisper of 'Come for me, Sasuke...' and one firm stroke for him to fall over the edge, a choked sound that vaguely resembled a chunk of the man's name falling from his lips as he felt for all the world like he'd just had the wind knocked out of him.
The last thing he registered was a shuddering jerk from above him and warmth flooding him, a tight groan of his name reaching his ears before everything went dark.
Alright, still with me, guys? Good! Drop a review and let me know how you liked this! Also let me know if you have any new ideas as to WHAT IS UP WITH SASUKE FORGETTING ITACHI.
Also, also, next chapter is the big reveal! Everything is uncovered in the next chapter, and after that, all that's left is the epilogue! I'm really proud of how this has come along so far.