Part 13:

It started with the shirts. They'd go missing for a few days. Then, it was his boxers and briefs. They'd disappear then reappear in his wardrobe like they never left.

At first, Sasuke just assumed he was overthinking until he caught sight of a naked Itachi one evening. It was late at night, around two in the morning if Sasuke remembered correctly. He had woken up abruptly from another dream and could not fall back asleep so he had tiptoed down the hall to get a glass of water from the kitchen.

It was by pure chance that Itachi's bedroom door was ajar and Sasuke was walking by at a distance which allowed him to catch a glimpse of the bed. However, it was the sounds that initially stopped him in his tracks before everything else came into full view.

'S-Sasuke… ugh…. Baby.'

That low, animalistic growl was filled to the brim with so much need that just hearing his name fall from Itachi's lips slammed Sasuke with a wave of lust.

He remembered how hot his cheeks felt and how his stomach stirred with so many emotions. The Itachi he saw wasn't the one he knew in broad daylight. The private scene that unfolded could only belong to an unraveled man behind bedroom doors.

Sasuke couldn't help himself as he took a step closer to the door, suppressing a gasp with his palm over his mouth as he watched with wide eyes.

Itachi was thrusting his hips, one hand gripping his dripping cock while the other pressed his briefs against his nose. He was on his knees, forehead pressed to the headboard as his hips uncontrollably pistoned into his own grip.

Itachi's muffled groans dripped with so much lust and desire that Sasuke was initially shook at the display of raw sexuality.

'You smell so fucking good,' Itachi growled, eyes unfocused and half-hooded.

Sasuke couldn't tell at first what he was pressing so desperately against his nose. He could tell it was a piece of dark clothing, but Itachi's words and the recent disappearances of his briefs helped fill in the holes.

'Your ass tastes so good. Do you like my tongue shoved into your sweet, little hole?' Itachi's muffled voice groaned. 'God, I can't wait to be inside of you.'

Swallowing hard, Sasuke had to press his other hand to his chest, suddenly aware of how loud his heart was pounding in his chest.

So no, it didn't come as a surprise that the man was large in nature. It'd been rather dim in Itachi's room that night and Sasuke may have been standing in the hallway, but even so, it did not diminish the sight of what Itachi was sporting between his legs.

'You'll say yes, won't you? You'll take my cock, right? I promise to do my best to be gentle. I know you like when I'm gentle.'

Sasuke's hand had pressed harder against his mouth where a gasp had escaped, but Itachi didn't even notice as he rocked his hips forward, immersed in his own fantasy.

'F-Fuck. Be mine, Sasuke. Please be mine.'

Itachi's thrusts grew erratic and his harsh breathing intensified so much that Sasuke could feel the sound vibrations echo against his eardrums. His breaths mimicked that of Itachi's, syncing perfectly.

'I'll keep my cock inside you like this when we sleep. I'll make sure you're always nice and soft inside, always ready to take me… ugh, fuck… let me fuck my cum inside you, my love…. A-Ahhh… nngh. I love you. I love you so much….'

As the first streams of cum exploded from the wide, blunt head of Itachi's cock and the man released a deep, gratifying groan, Sasuke was backing away from the door and rushing back to his room as quickly and quietly as he could.

He shut his bedroom door silently, fell against it and slid down all the way to his bottom on the ground. All the while, his chest heaved and he found himself breathing erratically as the tent in his boxers twitched, making its existence very well-known.

He could feel wetness against the material as it brushed against his sensitive head, causing him to shudder while his brain replayed the scenes and the words that came out of Itachi's mouth.

His body shivered, making known just how enticing the scene he secretly witnessed was, and he couldn't help but bite down on his lower lip to suppress a whimper.

He had confirmed that night that not only was he attracted to Itachi's personality, but he was attracted to him sexually, too. From there, it was hard to refute how much he actually liked the man.

H. J.

When Itachi had stripped off his clothes, Sasuke was enraptured. Tattoos upon tattoos were revealed, wrapping around the man's upper body like a snug sleeve. They coiled up his both arms and biceps, curling around his shoulder like a never ending vine. The pec above his heart was also inked black, but the rest of his torso was bare, displaying strips of pale, unblemished skin and hardened abs.

When Sasuke's eyes settled on Itachi's groin and landed on his bare cock, he swallowed. Hard. No pun intended.

Sexual attraction didn't come to Sasuke very easily. If he was being honest, he'd never been sexually attracted to anyone before. In fact, he'd never even been physically attracted to a single person before he laid eyes on Itachi on the first day of his new job.

He'd just finished setting up his cubicle at the IT department and had been wandering around on the different floors for a few minutes when he needed to go to the bathroom. The bathroom on the floor he'd been on was out of order and Sasuke had been forced to use one of the bathrooms on a different floor.

He had decided to take the stairs, which had been conveniently located at the end of the hallway. He'd reached for the handle and turned only to narrowly miss another person who was walking down the flight of stairs.

Sasuke had gasped and backed away, but the regally dressed man who walked past him didn't even seem to note his existence.

Sasuke remembered laying eyes on Itachi for the first time, and the overwhelming compulsion to follow the man, whom he'd never met before in his life, was overtly crippling. Summoning his nonexistent clandestine nature, he waited for the man to exit the stairway and trailed after him.

That's how he found himself on the 24th floor of the company. Needless to say, bumping into Itachi because he didn't see him was a farce. There was something about the man that drew Sasuke to him like a moth to a flame, making him abandon any rationale that suggested he shouldn't approach a stranger so carelessly.

Something deep within told Sasuke to reach out and touch him when Itachi was within reach, and Sasuke, grappling with himself over that unfamiliar feeling, decided it wasn't right in the last second, but it had been too late. Itachi had unknowingly taken a step back, ready to leave, and Sasuke was frozen in his spot, unable to make a solid decision.

That was when they collided.

And that was when Sasuke's life changed.

Months passed, leading to this very moment, this realization: the undeniable fact that he was just as attracted to Itachi as Itachi was to him.

Somehow, Sasuke found himself naked on his back in the middle of the bed in Itachi's room with the man directly on top of him.

"Sasuke, my love…."

He shivered at the sound of Itachi's low voice, which was coated with a thick sheet of anxious desperation. Briefly, Sasuke's eyes flickered to the large hands that caged him against the mattress, watching as Itachi's hands repeatedly fisted and released the sheets.

As if he was approaching a skittish animal, Sasuke slowly pressed his hands against Itachi's arms and gently glided his touch upward until his hands rested outside of the man's biceps. There, he smoothed his palms against Itachi's skin in soothing strokes.

"'Tachi," he whispered in return as their eyes locked onto each other's. "I'm here. I'm here. It's okay to touch me."

As if the man thought Sasuke would break like porcelain, Itachi, very carefully, lowered his hips until their groins brushed together. The sight of Itachi's nervousness caused a twinge of protectiveness to emerge from Sasuke's chest, but he could hardly hone in on the feeling when he was bombarded with a tingling, pleasurable sensation.

Sasuke gasped, head tipping back gently as his hips reflexively arched. He could feel Itachi's warm puffs of air against his lips as his body spasmed, awashed with a pleasurable sensation that flooded into his body.

"I want to," Itachi breathed, and Sasuke struggled to hear him amidst the new feeling circulating his system. "I've wanted to do this for so, so long."

Sasuke squirmed underneath the soft, feathery touches against his groin, bothered by why Itachi sounded so tortured. "You can," he gasped, unable to hold himself back from arching up again to brush their naked groins together.

The length and heft of Itachi's member did not escape Sasuke nor did it deter him. In fact, when Sasuke rotated his hips upward, he felt Itachi's cock grind momentarily against his before it bobbed and dug into his upper thigh, leaving behind a cooling sensation that only arose from leaving behind a trail of wetness. He exhaled harshly and moaned, easily becoming addicted to the feel of it.

Aside from his muddled brain, he could not understand why Itachi hesitated so much. He knew for a fact that the man wanted this as much as Sasuke did, but he seemed to act on the perception that Sasuke was made of glass: fragile, easily broken.

He knew that it wouldn't be easy for his body to accept Itachi's cock, but that didn't mean he didn't want to try. Sure, he was a virgin, but that didn't matter. He survived lots of predicaments he was at a disadvantage to in the past, and this was no exception. If anything, this was the one scenario he wanted to go all-in into.

He wanted to get closer to Itachi, be closer to him and accept what he had to offer, and there was no way, from the expression Itachi tried to hide from him, that he didn't feel the same way. The man just needed a little nudge.

"You can touch me as much as you want," Sasuke exhaled sharply, suppressing a soft moan. "I want you to touch me, Itachi."

"Do you even realize what you're saying?" Itachi growled.

A particularly hard thrust came down upon Sasuke's groin, feeding his aching member and drawing out a choked breath.

"'T-Tachi, a-ahhh, don't stop. It feels so… so…."

"Good?" Itachi supplied in a throaty tone, one that made Sasuke shiver in thrill.

"Nnngh, yeah. G-Good… good. You f-feel good," Sasuke whimpered. "Don't stop. Do it again."

Itachi hissed through gritted teeth, fisting the sheets. "Do you know why you feel good? It's because you're grinding against my cock. You like the feeling of my dripping cock rutting against yours, don't you?"

"…'Tachi," Sasuke whined, digging his face into Itachi's collarbone. He hadn't realized he was chasing after those powerful hips. "A-Ahhh, yes, y-you, too. … Please…."

"You want me to grind my cock against yours? Look at how much I'm already dripping into your lap, Sasuke, and decide if it's best to beg me like you just did."

"I- I want it. Please."

"Fuck."

Sasuke thought he heard the man hiss, but he didn't dwell on it because it was as if gravity was rooting for him, because suddenly, Itachi's hips came crashing down on his, and once the movements began, they did not stop.

H.J.

"You'll let me?" Itachi found himself growling as his hips descended, bringing their aching groins together.

"A-Ah! Hngh…. 'Tachi… 'Tachi…."

The bite of his Otouto's nails into his biceps edged him on, and Itachi found himself forcing his tongue into the boy's mouth, ransacking and pillaging within.

"Mmmph… g-good… ahhh…."

When Itachi willed himself to part from his beloved's sweet lips, his kisses diverted across the boy's cheekbone until his mouth hovered over the shell of his ear. "Answer me, my love. Will you let me?"

"Why, ahh, why do you keep a-asking me that?" his Otouto whined.

Itachi tilted his head slightly, allowing his lips to graze the edge of Sasuke's ear. He flicked his tongue over the curvature, dragged it down the length while savoring his Otouto's whimper, and bit down on the lobe before blowing gently on it. "I need my baby to give me permission," he whispered huskily.

"My… permission?"

His beloved Otouto sounded confused as if he's never had anyone consider what he wanted before. Itachi glowered at the thought.

He nuzzled his angel's cheek with his own. "Yes, my love. I love you, and I will always take good care of you. I won't do anything you don't like."

At the end of his statement, he felt Sasuke crane his neck up to graze his face with a kiss. "'Tachi, you're so nice to me," he whispered, sounding forlorn.

An intense desire to embrace the boy overcame Itachi, and that was exactly what he did. He allowed his weight to settle on top of Sasuke's, parried by his own weight on his knees, and scooped his beloved into his arms, holding him tightly to his chest.

"That won't change," he said with conviction. "Being nice to you is not a condition, my love. It is something for you to show you that you deserve to be loved, that I'm the only right person to give that to you. I love you even if you don't love me. I'll love you and treat you well no matter what."

Sasuke looked at him stunned and Itachi hoped it was an indication that it was the first time he was hearing something of that nature in his life. Finally, it melted into a smile so sincere and soft and warm that it melted Itachi's heart, serving as a revolving reminder that the boy under him was, indeed, a reincarnation of his beloved Otouto.

"I feel like…" Sasuke paused, brows furrowing while he seemed to ruminate for what he wanted to say. "I feel like I've been looking for you my whole life. Is– Is that weird to say?"

Itachi's mouth went dry. Shaking his head vehemently, he swooped in and mashed their lips together, angling his head as he slipped his eager tongue into Sasuke's mouth. The boy gasped and moaned against him, returning his kiss just as eagerly.

When he pulled away, Itachi looked into Sasuke's eyes with a pained expression. "No, that's not weird at all. I've been looking for you my whole life, too, Sasuke. I've been looking so desperately that, at night, I dream about you, and when I wake up and I can't find you, I feel like I can't breathe. I feel like I'm dying."

He didn't want to scare his beloved, but when faced with those beautiful, kind eyes, he just wanted to pour his entire soul out and worship his every breath.

"I am crazy about you. So over the fucking moon that, whenever we have any kind of moment together, I can't sleep all night because I keep replaying it in my mind. I can't sleep because I'm too excited."

"That's sweet," his Otouto murmured with a smile curving onto his lips.

Itachi couldn't help, but grunt at that. He'd be remiss if he didn't come clean. He found himself staring down the boy while his hips began rutting again, gaining fervor with each breath. "You have absolutely no idea what kind of nasty, filthy things I've done to you in my head," he hissed, half ashamed and half riddled with unrepentant lust. "Don't be fooled, Sasuke. I'm not sweet. I'm not a gentleman in bed either."

His little Sasuke shuddered underneath him. "I-It's okay. You don't have to, ahh, be a gentleman. You just have to show me how much you love me," Sasuke murmured. "And I know, when you do, you'll still be sweet to me. You always are."

Itachi's heart skipped a beat before it began hammering in his ears, blood roaring through his veins. "What if I wanted to leave marks all over your body?"

"Nnn, okay."

"What if I wanted to squeeze my fingers into your tight, little hole and slowly open you up?"

"Nnghhh, yes. Do it."

Itachi growled. "How about tongue-fucking your ass? Would you let me feast on your hole for as long as I want?"

"Y-Yes," his Otouto responded, face reddened with embarrassment. "I'll let you."

"Then, what if I wanted to fuck you all night long? I'll pry you open with my fingers and tongue, lube your hole up with my cum, and then fuck you into the mattress until you cum so hard and so many times that you pass out on my cock. Will you still let me? Will you still think I'm sweet after?" he demanded.

Itachi wasn't sure if it was his imagination or his delusion, but he swore Sasuke's expression mimicked one he was oh-so-familiar with when he was in the throes of passion in their previous life.

"I want that. Make love to me, 'Tachi. Please."

Itachi bit the inside of his cheek, jaw clicking as desire swarmed his entire being. "Just promise me one thing, Sasuke."

"Anything."

"If you regret it after… if you run away from me, I won't be able to live. So please… don't leave me after. I'll do anything to make sure you're happy, so don't run from me after… okay? "

The "okay" was murmured with such fragility that Sasuke's heart both throbbed and thumped for the man.

His Otouto's eyes grew kind, a fraction of the lust ebbing away from his innate gentleness. He felt Sasuke's hands glide over his shoulders and weave around his neck. "Okay," his Otouto murmured, nuzzling against Itachi's cheek.

Itachi's entire body tensed further as he leaned in. "Promise me," he insisted, chasing the sign of affection in spite of his persistent tone. "Promise me you won't leave me."

For Itachi, it was still possible to withdraw prior to him solidifying their relationship, to live a peaceful life with his beloved Otouto by his side. It was possible to control himself from the insistent, nagging urge to touch him intimately. If he dove in now and reminded himself of everything that was beautiful about life and it was ripped away from him later, Itachi would be beyond repair. He wouldn't survive it.

"Why would I leave you?" Sasuke asked, confusion melding with concern on his countenance. His brows furrowed and it appeared as though that thought never crossed his mind.

'That's because you haven't seen me at my worst yet,' Itachi thought.

Even he, himself, could not have anticipated that he was willing to be so despicable until he fell in love and the person of his affections threatened to leave him. When it came down to it, Itachi knew he was capable of doing anything to not lose Sasuke.

"You won't leave me," Itachi repeated, demanding yet pleading. His words shook, adding to his equally quivering form like he was on the brink of another panic attack. "P-Promise me."

His voice died at the end and his vision grew blurry. Despite avoiding one catastrophic admittance of the pitch-black possessiveness he was more than capable of, which would be equivalent to shooting himself in the foot, the next one hit almost automatically.

"Shh, shh, I'm not going anywhere. I promise. I won't leave you, so don't cry," Sasuke stated, pressing kisses to the tears dribbling down his cheeks. "I know your Otouto left this world way too early. It must have been excruciating. But it'll be okay. I won't leave. I promise."

Those words were no different than twisting a knife into his heart. "Un," Itachi sniffled, as his tears were kissed away, "m-my lovely Otouto."

"Yes, he must have been lovely," Sasuke agreed, "and he was very well-loved. I can tell."

His Otouto didn't catch the slip of Itachi's tongue, and Itachi could not correct him.

"Just like he was my everything, you're my everything," Itachi said.

"I'm honored."

"I love you," Itachi said.

A small smile lingered on Sasuke's face, causing the man's heart rate to quicken.

"If we do this, I won't control myself. I can't. Not with you. I'll tell you how it'll go exactly. You'll encourage me and you'll say it's okay, and then it'll get harder and harder until you beg me to stop, but by then, you would have already given me a taste and I'd stop at nothing to have you. And I'll keep pushing and pushing until I reach here," Itachi's whispered words paused as his palm pressed against Sasuke's belly button. "Then, I'll fuck you till your tummy hurts and your ass is gushing with my cum. Are you saying you're okay with that?"

"Yes," Sasuke whispered.

Itachi froze and his incredulous stare landed on Sasuke.

"Because it's you."

"How is it—" Itachi whispered, pausing to find the right words. "How is it that you just get me? As if you know exactly what I need."

"I just know." Sasuke smiled, brushing his fingers along Itachi's cheek. "I'm okay. I can take it, 'Tachi. Just love me."

"Does this mean you're…"Itachi paused, swallowing thickly, "willing to be mine?"

Sasuke laughed softly. "Mochiron."