Disclaimer: The characters are Masashi Kishimoto's property, I own the OCs.
WARNING: PG 18 SCENE AT THE END OF THE CHAPTER
Characters age:
Akane: 18 (51)
Itachi: 18 (35)
Shisui: 21
Naruto / Sasuke: 13
Kakashi: 26
"It's embarrassing."
"It is needed, Tsunade-sama was strict." Akane looked away.
"She could have given me exercises to do and you'd just…make sure I'd do them instead of…" He looked at her, waiting for the end of his sentence. "She's just messing with me." He frowned.
"She gave me a set of instructions, it's for your own good."
"Damn you're gullible." Was he?
Had Tsunade taught him lymphatic drainage for nothing? She was strict about Akane having physical therapy.
He glanced at her naked leg and his hands on her thighs. Was he doing it wrong?
"It's not against you," she added. "It's just…I haven't shaven in weeks and she knows I know lymphatic drainage as well."
"It's just hairs," he told her with a raised brow. "Everybody has it." She flushed. "I've seen your body hair in more than one…"
"Oh my God, don't you have a filter?" she moaned, embarrassed. "And…and it's still embarrassing!" He pursed his lips. "Don't guys usually prefer no hairs on women?" He shrugged.
"I prefer a woman who is comfortable in her own skin." He gazed at her. "You've been through a bad time; it shouldn't be your priority. Getting better should be." She opened her mouth but pinched the bridge of her nose instead.
"You know what? You're right, your pragmatism is right. Sorry." She took the list and inspected it. "What is next then?"
"When you can move, we're leaving this place."
"To go where?"
"I know somewhere."
He had thought of the Land of Iron, but he wasn't sure anymore. In Minato's letter, where he asked him to stay with Akane, his mother had written a few words. She would handle his father on her own, he shouldn't worry about Sasuke and that if he needed a place to stay lowkey for a while, he should think of Sora-Ku.
It was an excellent idea. Shinobi stayed away from Sora-Ku except for his clan and people living there were participating in black market. They could lay low there easily if Nekobaa accepted to help them a little.
"My muscles are not as achy as before."
"You're still getting in that bath."
"…it's too hot."
"It's good for you." She pursed her lips in a pout.
He found taking care of her incredibly entertaining. Of course, her well-being was his priority, but Akane was a proud and independent woman. She had known loss a lot, so she had to learn how to handle life on her own.
He shut down the voice in his mind telling him he had been part of the losses she had suffered, and he had been one of the reasons she had to rely on herself first and foremost.
It was the reason why he found this entertaining. She could not go against Tsunade-sama's orders, and he was the executioners of said orders, meaning she had to do what he was telling her to do. She didn't like it and would pout or glare in his direction, but one word about Tsunade would shut her up. It was funny to see her being annoyed by being taken care of, and he could spend hours staring at her pouting face because of how adora…
Itachi cleared his throat; he was digressing.
Physical therapy was making sure Akane was still moving, so lymphatic drainage, help her walk around and use her arms, especially the right one. He also had to make sure she was eating well to get her body back to normal and in fighting shape.
He was not a fan of the last one. He understood it, of course, but he just wanted Akane to be healthy again without the fighting prospect. He was already relieved when Tsunade had told them there was no sign of sexual abuse, because who knew what Kiri could have done to her?
Itachi glance at her left arm lazily. If it was not for the Claw, the energy of the Shinigami would not have had any way to get out and Akane wouldn't be awake. He hated how much her safety relied more on luck than anything these days. He regretted the days he'd visit her, and she would be away from harm. She was…heavily isolated though.
She was isolated with no family or friends, and he enjoyed too much having her undivided attention and affection on him. However, she was not actively getting in the middle of serious crises. He still struggled to accept it.
"Itachi?" He was brought back to reality by her hand shaking his shoulder lightly. "You look upset."
"Hn."
"Can I take that walk?" He nodded and let her get up on her own as he left to cook their lunch.
He kept an eye on her as she walked around the house, holding on the wall, and then outside. Her running to bathroom had been an exception, but she was getting better quick. He frowned when he saw her running outside and fall. He rushed outside but she was already on her feet, a grin on her face.
"Don't overdo it!" he scolded her harshly.
"It's fine." She took a deep breath. "I wanted to check if I could use my chakra normally."
"Tsunade-sama said tha…" She waved his off.
"She also said I should listen to my body. Between you applying what she wrote to the very coma in her sentences and me, we can grasp what her instructions say." She glanced at him. "I'm not made of glass."
For a brief second, the sun of August shone brightly in her back and all the red undertones of her hair were showed. His heart missed a beat because of how beautiful the view of Akane basking in the sunlight was.
"Itachi?" she called him, walking closer to him.
How could he ever have let her slip through his fingers and break her heart repeatedly?
"I-ta-chi," she repeated, stressing on each syllable of his name while pulling on his cheek. He gently removed it and rubbed his reddened cheek. "Are you okay?" He nodded, unable to say a word due to the lump in his throat.
How many times had he wanted to slip in bed with her just to hold her and let her know he was there for her since they were here? He would wake up to her sleeping face, but in the bed opposite to his.
"Hn." She didn't believe him, he knew that.
His hand moved on its own to cup her cheek, but she tensed and went back inside instead.
He had one job: not make a move on her. Keep his hands to himself.
"I should be good to go tomorrow or the day after tomorrow," she informed him from inside the house. He nodded, gazing at the crispy yellow grass on the ground.
He couldn't mess up again.
"Is it far?" I asked Itachi, my hands clenched on the straps of my bag. He glanced at me above his shoulder.
"We can stop for a while if you wish." I shook my head. I was tired, and annoyed by the fact I was tired when we were walking and not jumping from tree to tree.
"No, I just…need to know when we're getting there."
"A couple of hours. It's close to the border but in the Land of Fire." I furrowed my brows.
"Do you mean Sora-Ku?" He stopped and turned his head to me when I finally was next to him instead of five meters behind. "It's where your clan has their weaponry or something from Nekobaa, right?"
"How do you know that?" he asked me, honestly surprised.
"Oh…Sasuke, he traveled a bit until he was twenty-one and left me in charge of his, well your, clan's business." Itachi was now shocked, furrowing his brows.
"What?" Sasuke did it because despite not being married, the twins were there, and it was enough for him to consider me family. In his defense, he never had to deal with clan's business at that point anyway. "Why?"
"Why he traveled? Redemption or something." He shook his head.
"No, why would he let you be in charge of his own inheritance?" I shrugged.
"He said he was doing it in part because of my relationship with you, even if we were not married or anything." Itachi pursed his lips. "Thinking about it, he always seemed weirded out by that."
"Hn."
"But the big reason was because I was the only one who knew how to deal with clan business and all of that. Granted, Konoha and Kiri work differently, but clans were there before Hidden Villages so…"
"When did you become an expert in shinobi clans?" I blinked at him as if it was nothing.
"Since I was around twelve, I think". He just…blinked, completely confused. "Can we talk about this once we're there? I'm not sure it's safe to talk about this here." It brought him back to his senses.
"Sure, you're right, who knows who could be listening."
We reached Sora-Ku a couple of hours later. Itachi told me to stay close to him and when we were met by ninnekos, Hina and Denka.
"Is she your girlfriend?" I raised a brow when one of the cats pointed their paw at me. "She's not an Uchiha, Itachi." Itachi was unfazed.
"Hina, Denka, I need to see Nekobaa please."
"Alright, follow us." One of the cats, Hina, was next to me and sniffing me.
"You smell canine."
"I have a summoning contract with wolves," I said. Hina hissed.
"It's better than the Hatakes and Inuzukas, but still!"
We found ourselves in a room filled with cat, sitting in front of an old woman smoking. She had some feline characteristics if I dared to say so myself.
"Mikoto-san warned me you would come." Itachi nodded.
"I thought she would." The woman handed him a key. "Did she take care of that as well?"
"She told me to send her the bill." Mikoto-san was the boss, no doubt about it. Itachi smiled fondly as he looked at the key.
"I see, thank you."
"Tamaki will show you the way. It's not luxurious, but it should be enough." I bowed a little, like Itachi.
"Thank you." She eyed me for a few seconds before turning her eyes back to Itachi.
"Your brother and his team came around recently." Itachi raised a brow. "Honestly, Sasuke looked eager to succeed the mission and I think it was deeper than just your adventures when you were younger." I raised a brow and glanced at Itachi. "Anyway, here." She showed us a picture.
Team Seven was in front of a white sheet, a big red paw print on it. Itachi chuckled at that.
"I'm sure Sasuke was over the moon about the cat ears."
"Cat ears?" I repeated.
"To understand the ninnekos living here," he added, putting the picture down.
"He was more reluctant than you were back then." I widened my eyes at her, then Itachi.
"Wait, you wore cat ears!?" He raised a brow at me.
"It was for a mission," he replied as if it was nothing.
"Still, it's…" He furrowed his brows. "Never mind."
"I will come back in the next couple of days with a list of weapons we would need Nekobaa-san." She nodded. "I won't be able to pay right now though."
"Don't worry about it, I know where to send the bill."
Her granddaughter, Tamaki, looked to be around Naru's and Sasuke's age. We followed her through the streets as I tried to look around discreetly. It reeked black marketers and underground businesses this place. Tamaki led us to an old building and to the third and last floor. She let Itachi open the door and we walked in.
It was simple. A small kitchen with a table and three chairs, a tiny living-room space with just a couch, an armchair and a used bookshelf. The door in the linving-room led to a simple bedroom with a dresser, the window showing the building next to ours and giving no light. The bathroom was small, the toilet separated from the shower and sink by a low wall and you accessed it through the kitchen.
It was more on the dilapidated side of things than the brand new one.
"It's not much but…"
"It is fine Tamaki-chan." She blushed a little when Itachi thanked her with a kind smile.
"Oh, and Granny said you shouldn't let the hot water tank run for more than three hours or the fuses blow."
"I see." She smiled at us and left. I went back to the bedroom.
One bed for two people. Clearly, or they had nothing else, or Mikoto-san…No, she wouldn't…would she?
"I'll sleep on the couch." I looked at Itachi. "I don't mind."
"Well, if you insist," I muttered, kind of glad I could have the bed.
I unsealed the rations we had, and Itachi left to get groceries when he knew what to get. I used this time alone to unpack my belonging on the bed. In the bag Naoto had given me before I left was what the anbu had taken from me when I was imprisoned. I had Nuibari, Kakashi's graduation gift and my katana in a scroll, my reserve of markers in another, my medical kit…
I pursed my lips when I pulled my forehead protector from the bag. I shook my head and removed my mission pouch and kunai holster, as well as a scroll with the official jounin outfit of Kiri with a long-sleeved slinky black bodysuit, and a short-sleeved one. I had not thought of taking civilian clothes and when I left Kiri, I still had the gray prisoner outfit on. Itachi had let me use a shirt of his to sleep in and even some underwear but…I felt dirty, and it was humiliating to wear my ex-boyfriend's underwear because I refused to let him wash the three pairs I had packed, and I couldn't move well enough at first.
This whole situation with Itachi was awkward when you'd think about it with him being my ex.
My ex.
It had been years and still, it felt weird to use the word 'ex' for him when he was the love of my life.
I slapped my cheeks. Enough of that.
I did an inventory of all the seals I had at my disposal, shinobi tools and all of that. The bag I had sealed before leaving my room in Kiri mainly had the Uzumaki scroll about Yuureis, the diary I had started to write, seals prototype and sketches, anything of that sort really.
I opened the pouch I had and opened the secret pocket I had someone sewed in it. My lucky charm was still here.
"You kind of let me down, you know," I whispered to it, my thumb rubbing circles on the raven.
"Sorry about that." I jumped and Itachi caught my lucky charm before it could fall. He stared at it for a few seconds and gave it back to me. "What are you doing?"
"Inventory." He glanced at my kunoichi outfit.
"Why did you keep your torn pants last time? You always bring a change of clothes."
"I didn't pack accordingly, and pants are not the thing I change often on mission." He dropped a plastic bag next to me. I peeked inside and saw clothes and underwear. "Thanks but…"
"What?"
"How did you know my size?" He deadpanned at me.
"I slept with you for three years and you're about the same as before." I flushed a deep red at how casual he was saying this. "You can keep what I gave you."
"Bu…" He poked me on the forehead.
"If you're done with the inventory, we need to clean this place." I blinked and nodded. I put everything back in their scrolls and put the bag against the wall.
Itachi took care of the kitchen and living room, putting the groceries away, and I took care of the bedroom and bathroom. We were lucky to have a washer and dryer; I doubted people wanted their laundry potentially mixed up with sketchy things.
Once I was done, the household linen in the washing machine, I nodded to myself, tired. I went back to the main room and saw tea ready on the table. I sat at it and looked around.
"What is it?"
"It's…not a big apartment, that's all." He raised a brow and looked around.
"It's enough for two people." For a couple, yeah. There would be close to no personal space, you couldn't walk between the table and the couch.
To be honest, I had drawn a contraceptive seal on my lower abdomen the second I came back from the Land of Iron and this mission because I didn't trust myself to be around Itachi for a long period of time and not…do anything. Hell, it was the reason I was taken into custody in the first place and yet, when he'd look at me with these deep, sharp eyes of his I felt naked and wanted to be naked.
He raised a brow when I slapped myself again.
"It's nothing." He nodded and drank his tea. "How long do you think we are going to stay here?"
"I don't know. I think Konoha is more likely to contact us than anyone from Kiri, especially if they're in hiding. The only thing to do is wait until Konoha find them and connect us to them." He put his cup down. "We're in the Land of Fire anyway, the Hokage will contact us with orders when he can." I nodded slowly.
I truly hoped everyone was okay. Zabuza-san and Haku, maybe they were hiding in the Land of Waves with others? Mangetsu and Dai knew the Land of Tea quite well, but I doubted Ruibosu would be a good place. Utakata-san could be in the Land of Hot Water with Harusame-san maybe, Kimou maybe she'd be with Mangetsu and Suigetsu…
That was if they were alive. I didn't picture Naoto to leave the country but hide to try to contain the casualties of the civil war going on at the moment.
It left Yagura, who no longer had a genjutsu on him. Someone had to keep an eye on him to prevent Obito from putting him in another genjutsu, so maybe Ao-san, or Mei-sensei…would they have succeeded in leaving Kiri and smuggled him out of the country?
Would he even be awake? Itachi had confirmed he was unconscious the last time he had seen him.
"Don't go there Akane," Itachi told me gently. I looked up at him. "I understand not knowing is complicated but have faith in them." I nodded.
"Can I ask you a favor?" He nodded. "If you have the opportunity, would you try to talk to Hoshigaki-san to know who he works with?" He frowned. "He has never defected, and I am afraid it has something to do with me. I joined Kiri around the time he left before."
"I see. You think he kept tabs on you?" I shrugged.
"I don't know, but he respected you before, didn't he?" He glanced at the table sternly. "I thought, maybe…if he found a reason to be loyal to Kiri this time…it would be good for us, and bad for them."
"It would, for sure." He looked back at me. "I will." I smiled, relieved.
"Thank you," I said in a whisper. "Even if I don't understand how bad you can be at Water jutsu with him as a partner." He frowned.
"I'm not bad at Water jutsu."
"Fine, you're atrocious, even if it seems to be your primary chakra nature." He raised a brow. "What, didn't you know?"
"I did, but how do you know?"
"When I'm close to someone for a good amount of time, I can decipher this in their chakra." I sighed. "It's not much compared to what the Uzumakis could do."
"It's a lot already." If he said so. "I've never trained for water-based jutsu, I copied them mainly."
"It explains it. You use them like you'd use a fire one, it ruins the whole versatility of water." He just stared at me. "Don't stare at me, I'm from the Hidden Mist, water is kind of my go-to. You're not trained by two Mizukage without being good at it." He kept staring.
"Like fire?" I nodded.
"If it can help, see your chakra nature as a reflection of yourself, and use it as such." He leaned his arms on the table. "You're cool and collected on the outside, but if pushed to the extreme you can get very violent." He nodded. "Water's the same. It's cool on the surface but hides an incredible destructive power. The few times I've seen you use water-based jutsu, you were directly going to the second one. I can't exactly blame you, your genjutsu is very strong." He seemed thoughtful for a while and stood up.
I watched him putting seals around the apartment, soundproofing it. I pursed my lips, annoyed.
Itachi was good at Fuinjutsu.
"What is it?" I sighed.
"I'm annoyed your fuinjutsu is good, that's all." He looked at a seal on the wall, then back at me.
"I don't understand what I'm writing Akane." I blinked.
"You sealed Amaterasu in Sasuke's eye!" He rubbed his temple, irritated.
"Still, I don't understand what I'm writing when I'm using Fuinjutsu. The few symbols I know, I learned them from my brother." I raised a brow. "I have the Sharingan, I copy things; it doesn't mean I always understand them."
"Oh. I thought it allowed you to decipher how a jutsu work to replicate it."
"The easy ones." He pursed his lips. "Can we go back to our conversation from before?" I scratched the side of my nose.
"Sorry if you don't like the fact I handled your clan…"
"It has nothing to do with that."
"…you're interested in my life now?" He almost winced and recoiled in his chair. I leaned my cheek in my hand. "I was the Mizukage's apprentice, apprentices learn more than just fighting skills Itachi. I had to go through History classes about the Land of Water and political classes as well, some diplomatic stuff, the kind of things a Kage would expect their apprentice to know. It involves clans' rules and 'laws' if I can put them like this."
"…I see." He put both his hands on his cup, scratching the side with his nail. Was he nervous? "When…during this whole thing with my clan…"
"Was it frustrating to see you almost run straight into a wall again? Very." He pursed his lips. "For those reasons, and also because I was an adviser to both the Sixth and the Seventh Hokages, so I know a lot about Konoha's politics and History as well." He widened his eyes at me. "You never asked."
"I know that but…" I shrugged.
"It really was knocking some sense in Kakashi's and Naruto's head you know, I knew them personally, that's what got me there." I looked at my tea thoughtfully for a second. "The most frustrating thing during that time was that you seemed to forget I was, and still am, sixteen years older than you Itachi." He looked down. "I'm not the twenty-two-year-old you said goodbye to, yet you kept..."
"You lied straight to my face." I was taken back at the bitterness in his voice. "I thought about asking you for help Akane."
"Then why…"
"You've lied straight to my face twice in five minutes." It was my turn to be confused. Root? Was it… "Before you joined Root."
"Huh…come again?"
"On my birthday, when you broke your jaw again." I froze at that and gaped a little.
"Sasuke!" I almost yelled. "That little…why did you come then?"
"I wanted to thank you for my birthday present and ask you to fix it." His birth…
I just…stared.
The present?
The raven? The one I had spent time sculpting in ice and threw in the bushes after those morons broke it? Sasuke picked it up?
"But you lied about your jaw, and you had another present and I didn't know why so I just…thought I'd keep you away from this mess."
"…the fuck?"
"Why did you lie to me?" he asked me quietly, almost painfully. "Why didn't you fight them back?"
"I…" I was on the spot and hated it. "I…you were getting useful, practical presents and mine wasn't…I felt out of place so I left, they found me…I didn't fight back because I didn't think it would do any good to anyone, it's also the reason why I didn't say anything to anyone. I had no idea in what direction it would go, and the present was broken anyway so…if I lied, it's because I didn't want to…" I sighed. "I didn't want to stir troubles between you and your clan, or Minato and the Uchihas, the Uchihas and the village, that's all, and it wasn't my first time any…"
"So what? It was wrong before; it was wrong that time as well." I recoiled in my chair as well. "I love my clan, but I have always been at odds with it." I didn't really know what to say, and I couldn't handle his deep, sharp gaze on me. "You shouldn't stay quiet about things like that anyway, not…" He sighed, his shoulders slumping a little. "Not to me." I stood up, my chair gritting against the floor.
Itachi looked back at me, but I left the room and closed the door of the bedroom behind me. I slid against it, my hands covering my face.
What the actual fuck? He had known about that present for two whole years before I left and just never brought it up. Did he even remember what it meant or just…
Goddammit, he was messing with my head without even trying to!
For the next few days, we didn't talk much. Every time we did, we ended up talking about the past and I couldn't do that now, I couldn't…I needed Itachi the shinobi, not the man, no matter how cold that sounded. The thing was, with the size the of apartment, not talking was a challenge.
The tension growing was…something else.
We were going to sleep together, I just knew it, and I'd feel bad about it because even if Itachi would make me see stars for a while, then I'd call myself a hypocrite for falling back into that.
I got up when I heard coughing. I opened the door enough for me to peek in the room just in time to see Itachi walk past me to the bathroom, his hand on his mouth. I widened my eyes and followed him to find him bent over the toilet, coughing and puking. I didn't even think and knelt behind him, keeping his hair out of his face. He was clenching the toilet bowl so hard his knuckles were turning white. A vein was bulging on his neck because of the way he was…
I bit my bottom lip, memories of staying up to watch over him after a bad attack coming back to my mind. How long had it been, close to three decades now? Yet I still…my body acted on its own.
When Itachi stopped coughing and throwing up, his hand searched for mine. I grabbed it and helped him sit against the wall. He was panting, blood at the corners of his mouth, and just stared emptily at the ceiling.
I got up, flushed the toilets and ignoring the smell of puke and iron in the room, fetched Itachi a glass of water and a towel. I put that next to the sink and helped him up. I kept him on his feet as he rinsed his mouth slowly, spitting pinkish water in the sink. I didn't want to look at it.
I had never wanted to look at it ever again.
He was sweating a lot too; I could feel it through his shirt. I managed to grab another towel before I took him to the bedroom. I hastily put the towel on the mattress and forced Itachi to sit there.
"Itachi, are you with me?" I asked him gently. He licked his dry lips and nodded. I checked his temperature, feeling he had a little bit of fever. "I'm back in just a second." I wet a hand towel, filled a bowl with cold water and looked for another towel but…we were out of the small ones. I took the one Itachi used to wipe his mouth and went back to the room.
I made him remove his shirt, he didn't protest, and I threw it on the floor before laying him down on the bed. I put the wet cloth on his forehead and wet the other, pressing it delicately on his chest and stomach to relieve him a little.
I noticed his distraught eyes on me, and I smiled, leaning my face closer to his.
"It's okay, I've got you." He pursed his lips.
"Couch…"
"No, bed." He started shaking his head, but I took his chin between my fingers. "Yes, bed."
"…pills…"
"On it." His ninja pouch, always in it.
He had not changed after all these years because they were still in his pouch. I filled another glass of water and brought everything back to the bedroom. I helped him take his medication, different from the one before, and he relaxed.
"Thank you."
"It's nothing." He was still breathing heavily. "Is it the same as before?"
"…no, it's worst." I looked at him worriedly. "They're making its development quicker so I can have the surgery, the attacks are worse than before because of that, but they're less frequent." I kept a close eye on his fever.
He stopped sweating after a few minutes and his fever was gone.
"I'll go on the cou…" He grabbed my shirt. "Itachi?"
"Stay. You…you still need to rest."
"Bu…"
"Tsunade-sama…made me your caretaker…listen to me…" he said weakly. I bit down the sarcastic comment about to come out.
"Fine." I slipped in bed next to him. He turned his head toward me, his eyes half closed already and smiled faintly.
"Good girl…" I flushed. He called me that during sex, not…
Oh, he was asleep. I sighed a little and covered him properly before falling asleep as well.
He woke up to Akane's sleeping face. Itachi's throat was begging for water, no sounds were heard outside and Akane was still sleeping next to him. The night before, he had woken up to coughing and had a bad attack. Akane had come to be with him without a word and helped him like she used to do before. Without a word, in the night, they had slipped back into a painful routine he had never wanted to put her through again.
He wanted Akane to be there and take care of him, but it wasn't fair to her. He had help from other people, he had promised himself she wouldn't have to see him like that ever again and yet…
"Don't Itachi," she whispered, cupping his cheek. He blinked, seeing her eyes half opened, a lock of hair on her face and a sleepy smile in his direction. A smile just for him. "No matter what, I'll never leave you alone through it if I can help it."
She couldn't say this and not want him, it was torture. His instincts were telling him to embrace her and not let go. He didn't listen to them and got up instead, leaving her alone in bed. They had not talked in days and now…he was so frustrated, toward her, their situation, himself…
'You never asked.'
He never asked about her life after him, but he was aware she had one. It just…he didn't feel like he had any right to ask her or 'catch up' when he had left her so he could die. It was not as if he had died in bed with her by his side, he had chosen to stay on his path and left her behind. It still hurt to remember her saying that.
It was true.
He could have told her and asked her for help when he saw Sasuke was going too deep in his hatred. He had not. He had not chosen her too many times. Back then, he wanted to die and had chosen his brother as his executioner, ruining his life even more. Sasuke had not killed him, nor his sickness. Itachi had organized his own suicide by the hand of his brother, it was the cold, harsh truth. Even without his disease, the guilt was too much, and he would have done the same.
He could see it now.
Even with Akane in his life and loving him, it had not changed the fact he had given up the night he had killed his clan.
There was another reason why he never asked about her life. He just didn't want to know if she was happy without him. It was selfish, but he wanted to keep his picture of Akane as his girlfriend, where he was a constant in her life, not a ghost she'd think about every now and then. He knew it was not true, but the thought of Akane living her life without him made him upset. It was like the relief he had felt when she had told him she had never stopped loving him. He wanted her to be happy. He really wanted it.
But if she could be happy without ever loving another man than him, it would be perfect for him.
He was digressing. Again.
They did not talk much during the day. He left to get his order from Nekobaa and ask her if she had any message for him, but there was nothing. He put the weapons, threw the scrolls really, on the couch and left to take a shower. It was almost September and the humidity of Sora-ku was clinging to his skin. When he was done, he turned the water off and grabbed his towel, drying himself off quickly before tying it around his waist. He pulled on the shower curtain and was taken back at seeing Akane right in front of him.
"What are you doing?" he asked, intrigued. She dropped on her knees, staring at him with her mouth slightly open.
Shivers ran up his spine when he recognized the lust in her brown eyes. Was she…waiting for him to do something?
Slowly, he put his hand on her cheek. He stroked it gently before moving his thumb to her mouth. She closed her soft and pretty lips on it, her tongue teasing it while her eyes remained in his. Desire and lust cursed through his body directly to his crotch.
She wanted this, didn't she?
He removed his thumb and pushed two of his fingers in her mouth. She sucked on them eagerly, her eyes on the hardening bulge beneath his towel. He licked his lips when he noticed her moving her hips back and forth; clearly, she was getting turned on as well.
Itachi removed his towel, his cock directly in front of her. He removed his fingers and put his hands on her head. Without a word, he thrusted his hips forward slowly, Akane taking him in her mouth eagerly. After so long and wanting to touch Akane again so much, he could have come just with the feeling of her lips around him and her tongue swirling around his tip, before going down to his base. She fondled his balls with her hand, and he moaned her name, the pleasure growing quickly. His hands started to make her go at his own rhythm, his length going deeper in her throat to the point she was trying to muffle the choking sound she was making.
"Good girl," he told her, running his fingers through her hair to see her face. She moaned around him and looked up at him, her eyes full of lust and love for him.
It was all for him, like it had always been. The second he saw her hand between her legs, he came in her mouth in a low growl, grasping a fistful of her hair. He watched her swallowing all of it as he panted, slowly coming down from his climax.
He had not expected Akane to wait in front of the shower to give him a blowjob.
She moved her head back, giving one last playful lick to his tip before getting up. She smiled a teasing smile at him and left the room, his hungry eyes following her. He did as well, finding her in the bedroom, wearing only her underwear. She sat down on the bed and opened her legs to him, her panties already wet and dared give him an innocent look. The contraceptive seal on her lower stomach was everything but innocent. He closed the door behind him and joined her on the bed, crawling between her legs.
He captured her lips with his in a heated kiss, pining her to the mattress. He would eat her out first and then properly show her what had been on his mind for a long while now. His hands were a little rough on her chest, but she moaned, throwing her head back when he licked her neck and ear. Her skin tasted delicious, just a hint of the sweet vanilla she loved so much, and so smooth and cool under his lips.
His tongue gave her nipples some attention, Akane hugging his head and moving her hips. The message was clear, and he was all too happy, and hard, to comply. His knee had 'accidently' brushed against the wetness between her legs after all. He left a trail of kisses down her toned stomach, even if he wanted her to gain a few more pounds still, and he slipped her panties down her long legs smoothly. He settled comfortably between her legs and grabbed her thighs from under, keeping them apart.
"Itachi!" Akane moaned when he licked her sensitive clit. She was not wet; she was soaked for him.
His tongue teased her clit on one side, then the other and licked it with more insistence, Akane arching her back and holding onto the bedsheets as he was doing so. His hungry eyes were not missing a second of the delicious sight in front of him.
She buried her hands in his hair when he started to suck on her clit, the bundle of nerves under his tongue swollen in pleasure.
"Ita…Ita…" She was close.
He knew his love; he knew when she was about to climax for him.
His tongue went down and licked her entrance, teasing her inside. She tasted as sweet as in his memories; he only had a small taste in that cave after all. He was licking her as if she was his meal and she was trying to move his face even closer to her core if possible.
"Itachi!" she moaned, her body arching as she came on his tongue. He didn't miss a drop of her.
He went back to her, Akane's eyes in a blissful daze. He kissed her lips softly and embraced her, kissing her head gently.
"Hum…" She looked up at him and he nuzzled his nose against hers.
"Tell me what you want Akane," he whispered huskily to her. "I want to hear it."
"I…" His thumb ran over her lips, and she tried to suck on it.
"Tell me you want me as much as I want you," he reiterated, his forehead against hers so he could look at her in the eyes. "You want me inside of you, don't you?"
"Yes," she whispered. "I want your cock inside of me Itachi." He breathed out slowly.
He had a thing for dirty talk like this when she would tell him what she wanted him to do to her.
"Please fuck me," she added, her hands going to his face.
"Make love to you," he corrected her softly. "Your body is a virgin, isn't it?" She blinked.
"Oh, yes." He chuckled. It was an important detail, wasn't it? "I forgot." He moved them both, so he was back on top of her.
He kissed her, his tongue and hers not letting the other go. Her hands were on his back; she was grazing her nails against his skin in a way she knew was turning him on. He checked with his fingers that she was ready and then pressed the tip of his cock against her entrance. He teased her, pretending to penetrate her only to move back. It got him a pout from her as she stopped kissing him to whine softly against him, calling him a 'big meanie'.
He thrusted in her the second after. He kept going until his hips were firmly against hers. He glanced at her. The pain on her face was fading away.
"Move." He did.
It was slow, deep, sensual. Akane closed her legs around his hips, her lips getting back to his in a sloppy kiss. His hand was fondling her breast and pinching and twisting her nipple. His other hand was fondling her thigh until he picked up his pace. He leaned on the mattress and groaned in pleasure when Akane started to hold onto his butt cheeks.
He leaned on his forearms, both of them around Akane's beautiful face, a face lost in pleasure all thanks to him.
"Tell me how you love it," he groaned in her ear, feeling his control over his hips slipping away as his pleasure kept growing.
"I…I…" She gasped when he hit her G-point.
"Tell me you love it when I'm making you cum like that Akane." She moaned. Dirty talk worked way too well on her as well.
"I love it when you make me cum like that Itachi!" She went back to holding onto his back and his hips were slamming into her, making her tremble beneath him.
"Good girl, my good, naughty girl," he whispered hotly in her ear. She moaned shamelessly. He pounded into her deeper and firmer a few times, and she arched her back against him, her breasts pressed against his chest as she came, squeezing him inside of her deliciously.
"Itachi!" He came the second she moaned his name, shooting his seed deep in her and filling her.
He gently collapsed on top of her, Akane wrapping her arms around his shaking body. She put her legs back on the mattress and kissed his jaw gently as he was panting against her.
God.
It better not be a dream.
"Too much tension," he heard her say quietly. He couldn't agree more.
"You're sly," he whispered against her. "You tricked me." She chuckled.
"You've never been able to walk away when I was on my knees for you." That was true.
Akane showing herself submissive, showing him she had entire trust in him for something where she was so vulnerable never ceased to turn him on.
She didn't stop being submissive when she was on all four and he was pounding into her tight, warm wet core from behind, fondling her clit at the same time.
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