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My, My Sasuke
By: Apherion
Chapter 6
Light broke through the trees, spilling onto my face in the cave. I turned over, moaning. I did not want to wake up. After the dream of one of my past memories, the idea of sleeping had been shot. Call it sex-drive, call it my libido, whatever the hell it was, was not going to let me do what I wanted unless it had been appeased. But for the first time, ever, it felt wrong, impure, and not of the innocence that I had so long ago. After all, I couldn't innocently seek release; there was nothing innocent about that act.
I stuffed the blanket and the shirt haphazardly in my bag. The sooner I could get both out of sight, the better—or so I had believed.
The town came into view a couple of hours later, people up and going about their daily jobs. I could still smell the bread that had been baked thirty minutes before I had shown up. I didn't eat one, nor did I buy any sort of produce that was being displayed. No, my hunger had exceeded food for a yearning of something considerably less substantial, however gloriously more satiating.
I found the one inn, and attempted to gain information from the keeper. When I tried describing the man I was looking for, mentioning the cloak for starters—black with red clouds—the inn's owner just shook his head at me.
"I'm sorry, but I haven't lent a room to either person. If they come here though, I'll be sure to let them know that you're looking for them. What was your business with the two again?" The man seemed to really care that I find my brother. I was grateful for the help, but I was confident that he wouldn't come back here.
"Tell the man with red eyes that his brother is looking for him." I only said it to be safe, in case I was wrong.
"Oh, all right, I'll make sure he gets the message, if I see him." I nodded and thanked him, leaving as smoothly as I had entered.
How far was the next town from this one? Would he have even stopped by the next town? I sat down on a bench near a flower shop. I closed my eyes and thought, hard. Where would I go to search for him? Should I start asking if anyone has heard any rumors about a demon possessed human?
A sinking feeling formed in my stomach. Naruto had been the last of the possessed. I slumped on the bench, feeling as though I had come to a dead end.
"Excuse me," a child's voice came from my right. I carefully took a sideways glance at her before giving the girl my full attention. She was pretty for nine or ten. Her hair was wispy and blond, the golden hue so pale it was almost silver. Her wide, brownish-black eyes gave her a soft expression, with pastel pink lips forming a smile.
"I'm sorry, but I couldn't help but notice how much you looked like a client of mine," she said cheerfully. As I began to straighten my posture on the bench, I could tell this foreign-looking girl appeared closer to her teens rather than her adolescent years. I didn't know how to reply to her because I wasn't paying attention to what she was prattling on about. However, my input wasn't needed, and she carried on her monologue.
"He said that I was supposed to give you this, should I ever see you. Mind you, I would have gotten rid of this had he not paid me well—it's been a month or so since he burdened me with this task." God, she sounded like a mix between Ino and Sakura. I took the card that she was offering me and she skipped away in her white, lace dress, returning to her childlike form.
"Strange," I muttered under my breath as I flipped the card over to slit it open. Wedging a finger between the two glued pieces of paper, I flicked my wrist in a quick, simple motion that left a flawless opening to the contents inside. I shook the envelope until the letter slid out and my heart shot into my throat.
I hadn't registered what the blond girl was saying. A client that I looked like told her to give this to me.
The handwriting was his.
Sasuke, you have become amusing over the years, but I'm tired. You're tired. This needs to quit. My foolish little brother, follow me.
I stared at the letter, flipping it over to see an illustration of the Hidden Cloud Village with a discreet name Tsuuri. Why would he want to lead me to the Cloud Village? Frustrated and angry, I fisted handfuls of my black hair, yanking on them at different intervals. As I did this, a woman ushered her two children hurriedly away from me, glaring at me muttering 'crazy people' all the while. I must have looked a sight to them.
I quit throwing my miniature tantrum, and slid the letter back into its envelope. I had a choice to make: follow the letter or let him come to me. I could imagine what would happen if I didn't do as he asked. If I didn't follow him…his ire would burn hotter than his Mangekyo Sharigan. The thought made me shiver.
I was sopping wet. My dragging feet weren't attentive enough to catch on the rocks I had been walking across like a miniature bridge. I woke from my daze when I missed the rock I was expecting to step on, tumbling into the river.
The current was quick, and I had to result to using chakra to free myself from the water; thus, my current state. I sneezed, and I was angry for not paying attention.
I should have stopped sooner. I knew that I was useless if I went for ten hours straight, and yet, I pushed forward, peaking at a thirteen-hour trek towards the Hidden Cloud Village.
"And I fucking go for a swim," I growled. This was not what I needed. My haste, the reason why I kept pushing onward, was so I could see him.
Still upset with what happened, I began emptying my pack in hopes of drying what I could and tossing what couldn't be salvaged. Once I had his shirt and blanket hanging to drip-dry, I began searching for twigs and small branches on the ground. I could afford to start a fire tonight.
With a small bundle gathered in my arms, I laid them down and proceeded to dig a pit in the ground to set the wood in. I set rocks around the pit to help prevent any loose brush from catching fire. Sighing, I grabbed a piece of flint that I kept in my bag along with one relatively straight branch.
Minutes later, I had a small fire going. The crackling and popping of the brush and tiny pieces of wood were soothing to me, easing my mind. I continued adding wood to the fire, keeping it going, but in the dancing flames, I could see the one memory that hurt me the most.
Summer was almost over, and Brother, Shisui, and I were going camping, heavily encouraged by our parents. I was packing for the trip the night before when he came into my room, startling me. His hand covered my mouth, quieting me.
"I have a mission I have to go on tonight, little brother," he whispered softly. I glared at him as only a child could.
"But we're going camping!" I protested, pouting at him. My lower lip jutted out, my eyes looking up at my brother with the proper amount of emotion. His fingers locked around my chin, pulling me into him. His lips covered mine, massaging them tenderly. His tongue swept across my lips, and I opened them, less shy about these kisses. I didn't really have to think on these kisses, allowing my instincts to be my guide when Brother couldn't be.
He drank me in, his mouth hot as he delved into mine. I clutched at his neck, my still too small fingers getting lost in the length of his hair. I felt the hand supporting the back of my neck tilt my head back just enough to give him a deeper angle to ravish me.
Before I wanted it to be over, it was. His lips receded slowly, prolonging the connection between the two of us. Then his lips pressed firmly against mine for a second longer only to draw away completely.
I sighed, still trying to catch up to the kiss, my chest rising and falling labouredly. Brother smiled down at me, ruffling my hair affectionately.
"Don't worry; I'll be back in time. I promise you," he said gently. He moved closer to me, his lips ghosting over mine as he continued to speak. "With these lips, I promise you," he murmured, kissing me again. He left then, turning away from the room, from me.
I didn't know want told me to do it, but something told me to follow him, to watch him. I chased after him. Our parents had already turned in for the night, so they didn't see me escape after my brother.
I followed the route I thought he went, watching assiduously for any signs of a change in direction from my brother. I justified my actions with a simple 'I wanted to see him leave'. He wasn't leaving the Leaf Village though; he hadn't even left the district. I saw his silhouette, sharp against the light of the moon. He was walking towards Shisui's home.
I followed him, still. Beyond curiosity now; I knew the old adage, but I didn't heed it like I probably should have. I saw him tap on Shisui's window quietly, from my hiding spot several meters away. Shisui's hands had thrown open the window, almost yanking Brother in through the gap between window and sill.
What was I doing? I was moving closer to the window, not-so-innocent eyes watching the scene unfolding beyond the window.
If there was a word for what I saw, it would be passion.
Shisui took him into his arms, pulling him tight to his arms. His lips; I watched with longing. Shisui's lips made my brother submit to him and I heard my brother moan wantonly for the first time.
An emotion flashed through me, envy? No, this feeling was jealousy, dark and unrestrained. I watched as Shisui lifted my brother's shirt from his torso, peeling away the black apparel with ease. Pale hands groped an even paler chest, exposed before my eyes as a third-party and not a participant.
My heart clenched for some reason, and the jealousy rose like bile in the back of my throat. I swallowed with difficulty. I couldn't look away; my eyes were glued to the couple.
Brother's hands tugged on our cousin's shirt, stripping the elder of the top in between hot kisses that left trails of saliva running down my brother's chin. I felt my body ache, calling out for the man too consumed by another to notice me. It hurt worse than anything I had experienced, worse than when we had tried to do what he and Shisui were now about to do.
I knew they were going to, and I watched Shisui with resentment, hating him for being able to have what I could not.
Shisui's hands gripped the waistband of the pants his cousin was wearing, yanking Brother into him, grinding their hips together. I heard to the soft whimper of pleasure that passed from my brother's lips. Shisui's fingers unbuckled the jeans, pulling them to the floor as he knelt before my brother. I didn't have a good angle to see what Shisui was doing now, but I watched his face.
I couldn't tear my eyes away from the beauty. I had never seen him like this. My heart twisted. I had never seen the pure joy—ecstasy?—on my brother's face. He had never experienced that with me. He always looked in pain every time we were together.
I was taken from my thoughts when I heard him gasp, his eyes widening and his hands reach down, knotting in Shisui's hair then sliding down to clutch his shoulders.
Our cousin stood up, crashing his lips over my brother's. Instead of the clear liquid that dripped from the corner of Brother's mouth, it was white, stark against the flush overcoming Brother's features.
"You like how you taste, don't you?" Shisui muttered, pressing his body hard against my brother. A moan shot from the younger of the two, and Shisui repeated the gesture, earning the same reaction.
Shisui forced Brother backwards towards the bed, pushing him down. I couldn't see much, and so I opted to move closer. I could see my brother lying beneath Shisui, shaking a little. Shisui's pants had been stripped while I had moved, and he was pouring over his cousin with his visible hand on my brother's waist, while I had no clue where the other was.
"More…" Brother cried softly, begging almost. His eyes were shut, his cheeks blushing. How could Brother kiss me like he does and leave me to do this with someone else?
"How much more, Ita-kun," Shisui whispered huskily. I heard my brother groan. "This much, or do you want something else entirely?" My breathing caught, and my face darkened out of embarrassment and anger.
"Something…else…" he panted to our cousin, who was positioned in between my brother's legs. My young eyes watched in fascination, anticipation, and jealousy.
"What do you want me to do to you, Ita-kun?" Shisui purred silkily to my brother. I had to strain my ears for my brother's response.
"…fuck me," was all I could make out before I heard something that burnt into my memory. My brother's voice, more striking than his earlier moans had been. It wasn't even loud. The sigh just barely cleared his lips, but it was enough to tell me that he had been yearning for this for a long time. It was enough to tell me I wasn't enough for him yet, and the fact tore my heart more than watching him and our cousin having sex.
I was tired of waiting for him. I needed to see him, I needed him. I let my eyes close as I let my hand travel down my stomach, into my still-drying clothes. I wasn't going to be able to last if I waited until the Cloud Village. My touch was not what I wanted; it hadn't been what I wanted in five years.
I closed my eyes and imagined him being here, like I had so many times before. I pictured him touching, stroking me and my hand followed the image's lead. I bit my lip, arching into the hand running up and down my heated flesh. I gripped tighter, rocking my hips, drawing out soft moans from myself. I was so close now; I could feel the familiar tightening in my stomach.
My hand moved faster as I pressed into it with my hips. I felt my cheeks warming from the pre-orgasmic high. Then, my lips betrayed me, and I uttered his name as I came into my hand. My head tilted back, as I rode it out, loving the feeling—hating it because the one that caused this twisted lust wasn't here to rectify the situation.
"My, my Sasuke; a little impatient are we?"
The color drained out of my face and my hand removed itself from the confines of my pants.
"Itachi…"
TBC...
