Part 8
Itachi refused to make a sound when the tears he held in for so long painted his cheeks. He comforted himself by digging himself closer to Sasuke and inhaling his scent, allowing that to sooth his battered soul.
There were so many emotions swirling around his brain that he could barely keep up. Shock that Sasuke retained memories from their past lives. Sadness from the incredible loss and pang he felt in his chest as he heard Sasuke retell his gruesome death. Anger that Kami-sama had allowed Sasuke to suffer such a painful death, had torn the boy away from him decades too early without a shred of mercy. Relief that his Otouto didn't forget about him. Comfort for being able to hold his Otouto like this in his arms while the boy slept. And love from his beloved Otouto, who, even in his sleep, seemed to recognize his presence and nuzzle closer.
"I'm so sorry, Sasuke," Itachi croaked. "It's my fault. I should have been there. I failed to protect you. I- I-"
He choked on his own words, cutting them off as heaviness filled his chest cavity like a flood creating a sinkhole. Itachi sealed his palm over his mouth as sobs threatened to escape him. He didn't want to wake the boy up, and he'd rather stab himself than have Sasuke see him like this.
When he was able to regain some of his composure, his hand returned to caress the boy's lower back. When he closed his eyes, his eyeballs burned behind his eyelids and he was rocked to sleep by the soothing sounds of the boy's breathing and his gentle, calming warmth.
"Time of death: 11:13PM."
"YOU'RE LYING!"
A doctor and a nurse were shoved aside as Itachi barged past them. Immediately, he tilted the boy's chin and puffed two breaths into his mouth, their sealed lips muffling Itachi's panicked whimper. Blood smeared all over Itachi's lips from contact. Then, the man tore his mouth aside and began chest compressions, his shaking hands delivering surprisingly strong, accurate pulses against the center of the boy's diaphragm.
"Otouto!" Itachi sobbed hysterically. "Wake up! Wake up! Please! Aniki is here! I'm here! Don't go yet! Stay with me! You can't leave! Not like this!"
"Sir, please. He's gone. No amount of chest compressions is going to revive him. I'm so sorry," the ER doctor stated.
Itachi dove down and delivered two more rescue breaths. The tears along his cheeks smeared against Sasuke's still warm face.
"Sir, any more and his ribs will break. Please. Let us help clean him up."
"NO!" Itachi roared as the nurses in the room attempted to approach. He launched himself over Sasuke's torso, successfully hiding him from view. "Stay away from my Otouto! He's going to be okay. He'd never leave me like this. N-never. I-I still have at least another five decades with him…. How- how could he… just why?" Itachi broke down crying.
Sympathy swam in all the staff's eyes. "We are so sorry for your loss, Uchiha-san. Please take all the time you need. We will get the documents in order in the meantime."
The door shut behind them, leaving Itachi more alone than he had felt since before Sasuke was born. Itachi's body sagged and slowly began to drop to the floor until he was on his knees.
His voice grew incredibly soft, coaxing. "Watashi no ai, wake up…. Wake up for Aniki, please. You loved me so much you wanted to propose to me, didn't you? There is no way I will say yes if you don't open your eyes and mouth and ask me yourself."
Itachi pulled himself up, using the edge of the bed as support. He gently held onto Sasuke's cheeks as he gazed adoringly at the boy through glassy eyes. A second later, he found his lips pressed against his Otouto's, and as soon as he made contact, his entire body began shaking from the sobs that escaped his lips. Of course, Sasuke laid unmoving underneath his ministrations, and that, in itself, was worse than all of his anxiety and pain experienced in his life combined.
The sudden knock on the door did nothing to alleviate the emotions he was feeling. The same doctor had returned, but the man did not pay any heed to him.
"Uchiha-san, I apologize for interrupting, but are you aware that your brother had an Advanced Healthcare Directive on file at our hospital?"
Itachi could barely register the words coming at him. The doctor looked at him with pity in his eyes.
"What are you talking about?"
"There is a letter that was inserted in his directive, and his instructions were to deliver the letter to you upon his death. I will leave it here for your perusal."
When the door closed, the man's gaze slowly trailed over to the unopened white envelope sitting beside him, and once his eyes recognized the neat handwriting on the front of the envelope, his body jerked forward to grab it. Itachi tore open the envelope like a madman, and made sure to not rip the contents inside. What he discovered was a long letter written from his beloved. He grasped tightly onto Sasuke's hand as his eyes greedily sucked in every word.
My Dear Aniki,
You have been my entire world since the moment I opened my eyes and saw your loving smile. I don't know what gods I must have entertained in my previous lifetimes, but my entire life has been a blessing thanks to you.
I will always remember the times you've picked me up when I've fallen down, all the times your love and affection saved me from self-ruin, your gentle beautiful smile that always made me feel shy, and your kind and encouraging words that carried me to the end of each day. Your existence was my greatest gift and your love was my greatest privilege.
People spend an entire lifetime searching for the one that would treat them like they were a treasure gifted by a kind god, but I was lucky that you were right beside me since I was born. I've never felt more fortunate that in each and every day of my life, you have consistently and unequivocally loved me unconditionally, and I never had to guess where I stood in your heart because I knew I was it for you. That thought always succeeded in making me smile.
If you're reading this letter, then I am no longer with you, Aniki, and for that, I am truly sorry. I could not bear to tell you that I had set aside this handwritten letter just in case, because I knew you could never stomach or entertain the talk of my passing.
I hope this letter gives you a little more peace of mind, knowing that I cherished every moment I spent with you, relished in every smile you directed my way, and adored everything about you (even though sometimes you drove me nuts). Up until my very last breath, I will always treasure every hug, every kiss, every "Watashi no ai" you have given me. The days I spent with you were the happiest in my life, and nothing could compare to the place you hold in my heart.
I can only say to you during this time with absolute certainty that, with each day I have lived my life with you, I have loved you more deeply and more completely than the previous day.
Thank you for loving me, Aniki.
I will find you in the next life so that I can love you again, and have the privilege of being loved by you.
Please wait for me.
Your Otouto,
Sasuke.
Itachi had never cried so hard in his life.
Itachi felt something tickle his cheeks in his sleep, and when he opened his blurry eyes, he realized he was whimpering and crying in his sleep. The first thing he saw when he broke through the haze were two black blinking gemstones, and the first thing he felt were fingertips gently brushing his cheeks.
He reached up to clasp onto Sasuke's hand and pressed the boy's palm against his flushed cheek.
"What's wrong, 'Achi? Don't cry," the boy said, his face so close to Itachi's that it made it hard for him to breathe. "Did you have a bad dream? It's okay. I'm here for you."
"S-Sasuke," Itachi croaked.
"Yes? What is it?" Sasuke whispered with a worried expression.
"Where have you been?" Itachi's words were barely audible.
"What do you mean? I've been here the whole time."
"I-I waited f-for y-you. I w-waited so- so l-long for you," Itachi croaked, words becoming less discernible the more he spoke.
"Aww, 'Tachi, I'm sorry." The area between Sasuke's brows creased adorably. "Bad dreams are the worst. I must have rubbed off on you earlier, huh?" he murmured. "Sorry about that."
"No," Itachi sniffled. "Never b-be sorry. I've missed y-you, Sasuke. So, so m-much."
Sasuke squeaked when Itachi pulled him closer, pressing the boy firmly to his bare chest.
"Please don't g-go anywhere," the man said hushedly.
"Pfft. You're silly, 'Tachi. I've been here the whole time," Sasuke murmured, patting his chest lightly.
"Don't leave me ever again," Itachi responded adamantly, tightening his grip and curling himself against Sasuke's body. He heard the boy huff against his chest, his warm breath flourishing along his torso before it melded with his skin and disappeared.
"You're actually more sensitive than the rumors say, huh?" Sasuke said lightly, voice muffled by Itachi's chest. "Who would have guessed?"
The boy shifted against Itachi's body when Itachi did not dignify his teasing questions with an answer, and the silence must have rubbed his kind Otouto the wrong way because Sasuke was suddenly tilting his head upward to look at him with a guilty grimace stuck to his lips. "I didn't mean it like that. I just meant–wait. Are you sulking?" he suddenly asked, surprise evident.
The room wasn't bright by any means, but there was a little lamp in the corner of the room that allowed for a dull dimness to permeate it. So even though Sasuke hit the nail on the head, Itachi could not fight against the jutting of his lower lip.
"I don't sulk," he responded gruffly with an inaudible hmph to his tone, smushing Sasuke's face to his collarbone in protest.
"Mhmm." Sasuke's grin was felt against the man's neck. "That's so cute."
"Okay, that's it," Itachi announced before he tackled the boy and rolled their bodies around in bed, caging the boy underneath him. Sasuke's 'eep' echoed in the room before it was displaced by raging laughter so loud, it shook Itachi to the core.
Their breaths mingled and the exertion forced their chests to heave. Itachi's heaved from overwhelming emotions, whereas Sasuke's heaved from his nonstop laughter.
With wrists individually pinned to the bed by Itachi's hands and thighs trapped between Itachi's knees, Sasuke was spread out eagle-style on the gigantic bed, shirt hitched and hair tousled. His cheeks were red from laughing so hard and his lips were tinted a darker shade, evidence of lip biting. His Otouto released another sweet giggle before he finally willed himself to stop, and left Itachi staring down at his twinkling onyx gems.
"I'm not cute. I am strong and manly," he protested seriously.
Sasuke's grin widened. "Cute," he echoed.
"Handsome and dependable," Itachi countered with eyes narrowed.
"Cute," Sasuke sang, giddy.
Itachi's jaw ticked as his head ducked lower, their noses brushing at the slightest movement. "Wealthy and a great provider," he grunted in rebuttal.
"So, so CU–"
Itachi pressed his lips firmly against his Otouto's, siphoning off the remainder of his playful words. The boy's immediate gasp allowed him to slip his tongue inside Sasuke's mouth, where he immediately found Sasuke's tongue and attempted to coax it out of its sleep.
The man kept his eyes wide open, staring intently at the tightly shut eyes in front of him. The crinkle between the boy's brows returned, but slowly began to ease out of its tense state.
Although immobilized for at least a few seconds, during which time Itachi sealed his lips fully over Sasuke's, Sasuke's tongue began to move against Itachi's and his body melted into the bedspread.
H.J.
Sasuke hadn't meant to provoke the man so thoroughly. Honestly, he was only attempting to make Itachi smile again. The older man's tears had shook him so deeply that it felt like he was the one who was actually devastated.
The sulking had come as a surprise. Just when he thought he had offended the man, Sasuke noticed the pout hanging from Itachi's lips like a three-year-old who was told that he was not allowed to eat ice cream before dinner. It was honestly the cutest thing he had ever seen, and that tickled him in ways he could not put into words.
So when he was pressed onto his back with Itachi hovering over him, instead of feeling terrified or threatened, Sasuke continued to laugh. Clearly, his boss didn't like being called cute, even though there was no other word for how he was acting. And clearly, despite the position he was in, Sasuke had no doubt in his mind that Itachi would never, ever harm a single hair on his body. He didn't know where the confidence in that statement came from, but the realization wasn't surprising.
What was surprising was the kiss, itself. For one, he was being kissed by Itachi Uchiha: CEO of Uchiha Corporation, most eligible bachelor of the year, one of the five richest men in Japan, and his boss. For another, they were kissing for the first time with no excuse for it to be anything other than a kiss. Itachi wasn't freaking out or having a panic attack, Sasuke was clear-minded and of sound reasoning, and both of them had been staring into each other's eyes just moment's before it was initiated as if they were acting out a typical scene in a romcom. Finally, and this had to be the most surprising thing altogether: Sasuke liked it.
He liked it a lot.
Hence, after his initial moment of shock, he felt himself responding. First, with a brush of his tongue, then another, and then, he was pressing upward against Itachi's lips as if he'd been wandering the desert for three days and Itachi was his first glass of water.
His tongue tingled every time Itachi's own slid over it, so wet and warm and strong and desperate as if Sasuke was his tall drink of water, too. Sasuke panted against the man's lips as the kiss grew in intensity, and when he felt his wrists being released so that Itachi could dig his fists into the bedspread, Sasuke snaked his arms around the man's neck and held on for dear life.
He felt a large, trembling palm along his outer thigh, and found his leg coaxed around Itachi's waist. Without hesitation, Sasuke's opposite leg followed, allowing him to cross both around the man. With that final move, Sasuke had to rip his mouth away from Itachi's with a loud groan.
With his body flushed against Itachi's, he could feel everything. He felt the man's heartbeat, so loud and lively in his chest. He felt the ripple of each muscle as they constricted against him as if attempting to wrap themselves around his being. He felt the warm flourish of Itachi's breath and the firmness of his lips as they dove toward his nape and began a trail of wet butterfly kisses down the column of his neck. And he especially felt the thick, long hardness pressing against his own groin, so hefty and sizable, whispering so many promises.
Another moan escaped Sasuke's lips, and before he could help himself, his body was already arching upward and attempting to pursue the sensations that came with the newfound territory. Somewhere in the background, he heard Itachi's hitched breath and soft growl because, next thing he knew, his hips were forced back down to the mattress by Itachi's own hips grinding down against them.
Sasuke could not believe his own eyes as he stared down at their meshed hips, noticing for the first time that the man had slept by his side in only a pair of dark gray briefs, and said briefs had a large, circular wet stain in front of it, which only grew damper as Itachi continued to rut against Sasuke.
The boy shivered involuntarily, and it was upon retrospection that he realized it was a sense of thrill and pleasure that zapped through his body at the newfound observation. Was Itachi like that because of him?
The other thing he noticed was how full that area seemed to be as if trapping an obscenely large weapon. To have that size of an erection and to be so turned on that he was rigid against Sasuke's own erection: there was no way the man wasn't hurting.
A warning growl jolted him out of his thoughts, and his eyes immediately snapped toward Itachi's. When he set his sights on the man, he shivered again.
Itachi looked at him like he wanted to do unspeakable things to him.
"I'm right here, Sasuke. Pay attention to me," the man growled, rutting fully against his front.
Sasuke couldn't help rolling his eyes into his sockets and whimpering pitifully when he felt Itachi's cock drag along his inner thigh before it pushed up against his center. With his head thrown back and arms tightened around Itachi's neck, he received a grunt of approval.
"Good boy," Itachi said through gritted teeth. "Hold me closer. Feel me against you."
The man licked his way back to Sasuke's lips and shoved his tongue into his mouth, and Sasuke mewled in appreciation, neglecting to realize how his approval of Itachi's ministrations caused the man's eyes to darken further and his hands to grow even more shaky.
When Itachi finally withdrew and left Sasuke's lips a gleaming, wet mess, Sasuke forced himself to open his eyes to gaze into the man's eyes. Above him, Itachi looked more unwinded than Sasuke had ever seen him.
Itachi's chest was heaving, his cheeks were flushed, and his lips were just as swollen as Sasuke's. The man had pressed himself upright on his knees on the mattress, momentarily severing their adjoined groins, and as he stared down at Sasuke, his eyes grew darker and darker the longer he spent fixated on him.
He looked completely undone, yet he was still the most alluring and beautiful person Sasuke had ever set his eyes on. The attraction he felt toward the man was so off-the-charts that the boy had a hard time breathing the longer Itachi looked at him like that.
Like he, himself, was the best thing he'd ever seen.
A flicker of hesitation filled Itachi's gaze for a split second as if he was holding himself back from saying something, but it disappeared instantly as Itachi bent down again and placed his lips next to Sasuke's left ear. "Let me eat you out, baby," Itachi's deep voice insisted.
Sasuke surprised himself by moaning and shuddering when the words caressed his ear. Stunned into silence, he stared wide-eyed at the man, who appeared to be silently pleading for an agreeable answer.
When he said nothing, he felt a strong set of hands on his hips and a soft bite against his collarbone. "Sasuke," Itachi murmured, voice sounding hoarse, "I want to taste your sweet, little hole so badly. Please."
Sasuke stuttered, speechless.
"You can say no. I'm sorry this is so sudden. I wanted to allow myself the chance to ask right now, because I need you to reject me so that I don't do unspeakable things to you."
"I… I…" Sasuke looked to the side and covered his face with both palms, embarrassment filling his face in the form of a heavy blush. "It's… okay…" came his muffled words eventually.
He felt the man still completely as if he couldn't believe his ears, which caused him to flush harder. Then, after a few seconds, he felt a gentle palm against his lower abdomen and felt Itachi slowly start to strip him from waist down.
Since puberty, Sasuke had never been naked in front of anyone. Sure, there were moments at the orphanage where he and the other boys shared the shower area, but what he meant was that he'd never stood before a potential romantic partner or anyone of that sort nude. So when all of his garments were removed and silence ensued, he peeked through his fingers to gauge Itachi's reactions.
His body zinged as a result. Itachi's features had morphed into something much more provocative. His smoldering gaze was filled to the brim with lust and partially hooded, his bottom lip had been taken hostage between his teeth, and the stain between his legs seemed to have grown obscenely.
H.J.
"God, you're so beautiful," he whispered as his thumbs trailed over Sasuke's inner thighs, drawing small, comforting circles wherever they went.
His Otouto whimpered, dick twitching between his legs. "'Achi," he whined, unsure of what he wanted to say.
Itachi understood him though and guided his legs open wider. "I know, baby," Itachi murmured, hands drifting toward the boy's knees. He arranged himself so that he was hovering over Sasuke's thighs, and Itachi began to press kiss after kiss along the insides of each of them. "I need to take it slow. If I rush, I might scare you."
Sasuke's body squirmed and arched into each one of his kisses, his movements choppy and inexperienced. He whined when Itachi reached the bottom of his balls and gave each one a long, yet languid lick. Then, it flickered lower to an area that even Sasuke didn't even know well despite it being a part of his body.
Itachi pressed the boy's knees toward his chest, spread those gorgeous pale globes, and exposed his most private part. Saliva immediately pooled inside his mouth, and Itachi needed to swallow twice to regain working condition of his vocal chords. His thumbs, which helped spread Sasuke open, brushed over the quivering hole once, and Itachi relished in Sasuke's sharp intake of breath.
"Has anyone ever eaten you here?" he heard himself asking.
"Who would?" came his Otouto's embarrassed voice as he continued to peek down at Itachi.
Mine.
Don't let anyone ever touch you.
Itachi pressed his thumbs against Sasuke's cheeks a little firmer and spread it open a little more. He leaned forward and nudged his nose against it, inhaling deeply as he ignored Sasuke's squeak of protest. "You smell so sweet, Sasuke," he murmured, completely mesmerized in his hyper-focused zone.
That was the last thing he told the boy before his tongue prodded his Otouto's ripe hole, only licking the outer part twice, before he forced his tongue inside little by little. He relished the feeling of burying his tongue into its rightful place as he delivered upon Sasuke his own version of a slice of heaven.
The boy's scream was immediate. His jaw grew lax and his hips instantly shot up, searching for more of what Itachi could give, more of what Itachi had spent nearly three decades of his life reserving for him. Over and over again, the man pummeled his tongue inside of Sasuke's tight, little sphincter, wetting it from the inside out. He opened it up until he was able to rest his lips along that wrinkle of flesh and suck his fill.
In that very moment, Itachi must have been reacting to a serotonin high because his eyes rolled back into his skull as an indescribable form of bliss enveloped his entire being. He groaned in satisfaction as his Otouto's hole convulsed and twitched around his tongue, loosening under his ministrations and tightening simultaneously in pleasure.
Sasuke's hands had long since fallen to the sheets, gripping them tightly as he experienced the onslaught of Itachi's enthusiastic love.
Seconds flew by and turned into minutes, and minutes turned into chunks of minutes until Itachi grew dissatisfied about how deep he could shove his tongue inside. By then, he'd withdrawn his tongue to address it.
"Baby, I need you to turn– Sasuke?"
Itachi paused, slightly caught off guard by the scene he was presented with. His poor Otouto had either fallen into a slumber or fainted, but judging by the copious amount of cum that splattered along his torso and groin, he must have cum quite a number of times before he passed out.
Huh. Ironic how Itachi didn't even notice. He must have been too engrossed.
His Otouto had a fever and headache not that long ago, and he must have been exhausted, too. The man frowned, shuffling back slightly.
What was he trying to do? Ruin his Otouto's health?
How fucking selfish.
With a grunt, Itachi scooped up the damp cum on the boy's chest, pulled off his briefs, and slathered it all over his erection, sighing when it coated it fairly well. His cock twitched violently between his legs, heavy and aching for action, but Itachi ignored it and swung his legs over the side of the bed. He stopped by his bathroom for a warm, wet cloth, and Branit gently over Sasuke's abdomen. Afterward, he tossed it aside, pulled the sheets over both of their bodies, and tucked Sasuke against his chest.
"I love you, watashi no ai," he murmured. "Thank you for coming back to me."
With that, Itachi, for the first time in years, fell into a dreamless sleep.
