A/N: Forgive me for the late chapter. I've been really busy with school and trying to finish the first part to a KH fic that I've been working on for a year. Sorry for the excuses, too, lol. Hope you enjoy!

My, My Sasuke

By: Apherion

Chapter 7


Itachi.

The name slipped from my lips like it was meant to be said.

I sat there, waiting for him to come closer to the light, dying to see what he looked like to me now. Would he change at all from how I recalled him?

Yes; he was more than I could have imagined.

As he stepped closer, his long, black locks curved around him, hugging his shoulders. The pieces were not tied back, either. He left them to dance on the soft breeze wafting in the night. His midnight bangs concealed his eyes, but barely.

The red reflected the fire's glow, glinting terrifyingly so. I didn't flinch away from him, although I was still rigid as he advanced on me.

His pace was measured, slow. God was it slow! It was as if he was inching towards a skittish animal. I couldn't criticize him for his approach. After all, I was doing nothing to reach him, to touch him. I wanted to so badly; I wanted him so bad.

I could see his face in the embers of my fire. Pallid and tired looking, the lines were more prominent than ever underneath his eyes. I recalled tracing those lines, less harsh than they are now, so long ago. I swallowed with difficulty, watching him with enraptured eyes.

The cloak on his shoulders looked like silk as he deftly slid it from his body, laying it on the ground near the fire; near to where I sat transfixed, thinking I was hallucinating because he did not speak save for the one sentence.

I dropped my eyes to his feet, catching him stare at me. I bowed my head in the shame of it. He knelt before me, and I blinked up at him from underneath my lashes. My mouth went dry, my lips felt parched; I licked them hurriedly to alleviate the chapped feeling.

"After everything, you still want this?" That was all he said, and he didn't give me time to answer.

His lips seared mine, massaging the skin roughly, hotly, forcing my lips open. I did not fight; I became submissive at once to him. I reached for his neck, my arms long enough to do this. I crushed myself against him, finding my tongue to slide against his.

His hand knotted in my hair, yanking my head back to deepen the kiss. He made it clear that he dominated me, forcing me against the ground. I could feel saliva sliding down my chin. Slowly, his tongue retreated and his lips pulled away along with it. His hand was still tied in my hair, and he pressed our foreheads together to stare me in the eye.

He stayed there, our foreheads touching, watching me. My hands shook as I fought to keep my limbs under control. I wanted to launch myself at him. I wanted to touch him without restraints.

I wanted to finally welcome him back home, back to me.

I lifted myself up, using my hand to brace against his back, and I shyly brought my lips to his. He remained patient with me, letting the burning feeling eat at me slowly as I brushed our lips together. He even allowed me to sit up completely, pulling me along with him.

I felt my hands begin to slide in between us, letting my fingers grope for those perfect muscles that I had been missing.

I was like a blind man reading brail for the first time. My hands went in every direction, but the picture was soon blooming behind my closed lids in my mind's eye.

I reached beneath that shirt, shuddering into our kiss as his tongue breached the opening of my mouth. I smiled as my hands grasped at his chest, and I felt my fingertips glide down his perfect torso unhurriedly. I jumped when I felt one of his hands dip below my waistband, rubbing against my backside.

My pants were starting to become a restriction for me as my brother's hand traveled from below the waistband to my collarbone in soft, tickling movements. I was straining in the kiss, trying to hold myself up while trying to alleviate the sudden pressure that my jeans were providing.

My hands drifted from underneath his shirt to touch the button at his pants, but as I made the movement, he was pulling away from me. I felt my hands spasm against the clothing, trying to hold fast as he moved away. His lips were gone, but my hands were still tight on his clothes. My lips were still open, frozen in the broken kiss I wasn't ready to give up on yet. My heart pulled as his hands forced open mine so he could make the gap between us larger.

I stared up at him as he stood over me, gaping like a fish out of water. My mind didn't comprehend why he was doing this—turning away now, of all times!

"I'm sorry, I can't. I just…can't," and he looked away from me. My eyes watered and my nose began to burn. I cast myself forward, onto my knees. I began to blubber like the weakling he made me to be.

"No, no, no, no! No! You promised! You promised me!" I broke down then as rejection took its hold on me. My hands, my head fell into my hands as I shook with sobs. He didn't want me; he didn't want me.

His hand touched the top of my head, slipping beneath one of my hands to cup my cheek, but I wasn't comforted by the gesture. I wanted to hit that hand away from my face, but my heart wouldn't let me. My broken heart wouldn't let me touch him. I dropped that hand, and I fisted it against my knees. I couldn't stop the words now, old enough now to realize what I was accusing him of.

"Is Shisui all you want?" I shouted from at his feet. The hand on my face broke away, recoiling back to its owner. I received no answer, and I pressed my face into my hand while the fist at my knees hit against my clothed legs.

"You've only wanted Shisui—so why did you kill him?" I yelled, shrinking away as I felt his hands grasp my shoulders painfully. He shook me, to make me look at him, his eyes fiery red.

"Why?" I asked him, my voice shaking as I looked into those deep crimson eyes. The eyes that were the color of the blood that was on his hands.

"Sasuke," he spoke in a raw whisper. "I never…" My heart trembled as he looked into my eyes with earnest sincerity. I turned my head, my eyes on the ground.

"Then why can't we? I'm old enough. I'm old enough!" I could feel him flinch as I screamed, tears still leaking out of my eyes.

"I know you are. You don't think I know? I've been waiting; wishing that you'd see me like you did back then. I was losing hope." He choked while his hands were still so tight on my shoulders. "I was giving up—I was going to let you kill me, but your eyes told me how hard it was for you to fight me."

"And you left me for dead." I felt his fingers twitch on my shoulders, but I didn't look.

"I had to; you can't build a reputation for ten years only to knock it down because your brat of a brother—of a lover—finally makes up his mind!" I shut my eyes, shaking my head.

"No, you just want me to think—"

"I refuse to let you be what Shisui was to me—you won't be just that to me!" My eyes shot open wide, the words piercing me through. I had to look at him now. His chest was heaving, and his eyes were coal black, the color that I had yearned to see for so long.

The tears streaked down my face, and his hands slid up my shoulders to cup my face in both of his hands while his thumbs brushed away the tears. I closed my eyes again, my heart hurting too much to think about it.

"W-what are you saying?" I whimpered as his hands caressed my face, my hair. I felt his breath on my face, feeling his lips ghosting over my forehead, my nose, my lips.

"I refuse to just have sex with you. I won't wake up without you in my bed. You are mine, Sasuke, and no one else's." Itachi's voice was emotional, and I had never heard my brother talk to me like this. He sounded ready for tears himself.

"But…Shisui…you had that with him, didn't you?" He pressed his lips roughly against mine, massaging the back of my neck in his velvet touch. His tongue delved into my mouth, desperately searching for my response to him as I did not reciprocate his kiss. He pulled back, his eyes begging me for something.

"Shisui was never you, Sasuke," he said as he shook his head, his hands moving to clasp mine.

"I saw you two, I saw everything!" I cried. "The night before we were supposed to go camping, I watched you and him." I was breathing hard, tears spilling over. "You never once had that expression of fulfillment with me. You always looked like it pained you to be with your 'brat of a brother'." I spat his quotation back at him. "I only wanted you to have that same expression with me. I only wanted to make you that happy!"

"You do, Sasuke. I am happy with you."

"But you refuse to fuck me like him!" I shouted back at him, my lips tight as I cried. His hands stiffened against mine, the grip no longer soft.

"Because no one you love should ever be fucked," he hissed. Anger tinged his words, but I didn't let up.

"That's bullshit! I want you to…I want you inside of me," I whimpered, a new wave of tears spilling over my cheeks. I felt his hot tongue sweep along my cheek, licking the saline from my face. His sweet, hot breath made my body ache for him. Swallowing was difficult as one of his hands removed itself from mine, stroking against my inner thigh. My breathing became hitched, as his hand touched me through the fabric. He kissed me with as much honesty that he could muster, and then he broke the kiss.

"I want to wait, Sasuke," he murmured against my lips, his eyes staring into mine. I stared back as best as I could, arching into that devilish hand that was interested in my thigh.

"I don't," I retorted, covering his hand with my own. His groan was muffled as he bit his lip as I guided his hand against me. His other hand caught hold of my wrist, yanking it together with the other.

"If you are so anxious," he breathed huskily, as his hips pressed hard against mine. I cried, getting in a state of unrest. "Then I'll let you have your way—but I will not be an animal, Sasuke." He pronounced my name slowly, emphasizing it with too much sensuality. I didn't know or care what he meant. All I knew was that I was suffocating in his grasp, waiting for him to alleviate the thick air around me.

He lifted me then into his arms, cradling me to his chest like he had done so long ago. This simple touch made my heart soar into my throat. I was ready for him.

"You should rest," he murmured, nuzzling my hair with the softness that I had once categorized as his cattish affection. He was right, I probably should, but I was too keyed up to obey him. He was electricity in my veins. I wouldn't be able to sleep with that attacking me.

He looked down at me expectantly, but I blinked back up, unable to comply with his will. He smiled back, his lips cracking from the unused expression.

"You are still going to have to wait a little while, little brother." His smile softened as it continued to don his face. His lips brushed against mine smoothly. I felt the kiss through my nerve endings, searing them with heat and an indescribable high, and my hands reached to coax more of the drug from him.

He did not allow me to have another kiss; rather he laid me back on the ground. I watched him with questioning eyes as he walked away. He didn't go far though, grabbing his shirt and his blanket from the tree branch that I had hung them on. He plucked both from where they hung, casting the blanket over his shoulder and holding his shirt in his hand.

When he returned, he dropped his shirt onto his cloak and laid the blanket out beside me. I didn't know if he wanted me to get on it. He grabbed his shirt and cloak and moved to lie down on the blanket. He smirked at my uncertainty, beckoning me to his side with a gentle hand.

Was this how we were going to…? I swallowed past the lump that had formed in my throat, moving to his side.

"Lie down, Sasuke," he whispered, and I followed the command, lying my head down on the blanket next to him. I heard his soft chuckle and he lifted my head until it rested against his chest. I curled into him instinctively, thoroughly confused at his actions towards me.

I was still rigid against him, despite how comfortable I was glued at his side. His hand rubbed against my shoulder, kneading the flesh gently beneath his capable fingers. The electricity shot through me again.

"I'll make you sleep," he murmured in a warning tone. Oh, so we really were only going to sleep.

"But," I started to protest, but his thumb pressed a little too hard against the pressure point in between my shoulder and my neck. I slipped into unconsciousness, cradled in my brother's arms.


TBC...