The simple fact he had to hide this was far from enough to make the younger Uchiha regret his choice to come back to this time and time again. In a way, keeping it a secret meant that he didn’t have to share this with anyone, it meant he only had to worry about what the two of them thought of this and no one else.
His yukata had been donned out of habit, not necessity, and that meant that it had gaped open over his chest. Which allowed the older man’s hand to find skin with that first touch, the younger’s breath catching ever so faintly as he let himself accept that Itachi had reached out. It was all he ever needed, that first touch to be given by Itachi and not taken by Sasuke. Swaying faintly forward, he dropped the towel to his shoulder again as his own hand moved to cup the side of Itachi’s neck whilst his head tipped just right to be able to press their lips together. His breath shuddered out of him against the older man’s lips as he let himself enjoy this once again, letting himself fall into the feeling of Itachi’s skin against his own.
The first few weeks he’d spent telling himself just how wrong it was. Their relation by blood, his effective theft of Sasuke from his wife, and his child, and Itachi’s place out of time.
But it always felt the same. Touching Sasuke sends shivers through him, and the kiss goes straight to his gut, Itachi already finding his hips bucking, aching for some sort of touch.
Now is when he raises his other hand, threading his fingers through Sasuke’s hair, deepening the kiss and trying to pull their bodies closer together.
Even after all this time he was still so nervous, and maybe a little bit guilty. He would never agree it was fair to steal away Sasuke’s time and attention like this, but at the end of the day his will was weak.
It didn’t help time had been so kind to Sasuke all these years, both in looks and build, and Itachi’s eyes guiltily roam his form.
Hand lifting to catch his towel and lift it to scrub at the side of his head to rub away more water, he watched his older brother silently for a moment. This was a secret that no one else could ever know, but he couldn’t find it in himself to be guilty over it. Of all the things he’d lost over the years, all the things that he couldn’t have, he would keep this one thing that he hungered for with his very soul.
Stepping in closer to his brother, Sasuke paused just a few inches from the older man’s body. The only guilt that ever lingered anywhere near this was that it was Itachi’s way of making up for the hurt he’d caused. And it was that which always made him wait out the older man, always waited for Itachi to make the first move once he made sure his own desire for it was obvious. If Itachi kissed him first, than it wasn’t just Itachi giving into his desires, it was Itachi sharing in this with him because they both craved it.
It was difficult, too. His guilt manifested in such a way that it would have been easier simply for Sasuke to make the first move, so instead they played this dance in the mind. He never stopped worrying about using Sasuke, and how unfair that would be, when he had perfectly living people to care and love him, whom he didn’t have to hide away for.
But his resolve after each visit is thin. Itachi doesn’t even last twenty seconds before he’s carefully running his palm up Sasuke’s front, slowly leaning back and hoping Sasuke follows forward.
His time away from Konoha was normally what he considered his most calm, making sure that the innocents of the village were safe. At least that was what he would tell anyone who asked him when he was most as peace. In truth, it was the occasional moment like this where he found himself alone with his brother once more.
Many people still didn’t understand how he could forgive Itachi for the massacre, but these days it rarely even crossed his mind any more. No, there was much more important things to focus on these days. And at the moment, that focus was on the simple presence of the older Uchiha in the bedroom as he stepped out of the bathroom, a simple yukata tied loosely around him. Hair still dripping slightly, thus the towel resting around his shoulders, Sasuke offered a slight smile, the barest twitch of the corners of his mouth. “Evening, Aniki.”
“…Evening, Sasuke.”
Even after all this time he was still so nervous, and maybe a little bit guilty. He would never agree it was fair to steal away Sasuke’s time and attention like this, but at the end of the day his will was weak.
It didn’t help time had been so kind to Sasuke all these years, both in looks and build, and Itachi’s eyes guiltily roam his form.
“Find something you like to do.” Sasuke states like it’s obvious. He takes a bit of his waffleand thinks over how to help his brother.
“You can always just relax. Read or something,” he adds after he swallows. He reaches for his green tea and takes a careful sip. Peering over at his brother cup he gets up and grabs the kettle.
“I much prefer the work.” It is obvious by now… lying about it would not help, as many things as he hides. His desire to work out weighed anything else, and it had been like that since he graduated from the Academy.
Itachi gets a few more neat bites in before he’s also sipping from his tea (loaded with sugar, as is everything else.)
Sasuke gives an approving nod. His own waffle is layered with lots of blueberries, a few strawberries, and even fewer bananas. He take a few sliced nuts and sprinkles those to finish his own.
“I’m surprised you didn’t have an assignment today,” he mentions before folding his waffle and picking it up.
“I’m not quite sure what to do with the extra time.” Besides loading himself up with sugar. This isn’t new– he always feels lost when his missions align up for one or more days off.
Itachi actually uses a knife and a fork, knowing his breakfast will be messy if he isn’t careful. It’s a neat little stack. Waffle, whipped cream, a few sliced strawberries and a banana.
Sasuke sets down the can. He looks at the waffle, his eyes narrow. Right. It’s more whip cream than actual waffle. How does his aniki eat that shit?
“You’re welcome,” he grumbles back, still a little unsettled at the amount.
“Want fruit on it, or…” Are you just going to eat it like that? He pushes the small bowls of strawberries, bananas, and blueberries toward him. A little push.
“Fruit will be fine.” It is, after all, a good way to add more sugar to his breakfast. He prefers strawberries and bananas over anything else, though, using the blueberries sparingly. They’re not as sweet. It’s such a colorful breakfast.
“Is that enough,” Sasuke asks,holding the can of whip cream over his brother’s waffle. It was decided long ago that Itachi can’t have whip cream rights because by the time he’s done there’s none left.
It isn’t cheating if he waits until the breakfast is more whipped cream than it is waffle, no? After all, he isn’t the one pouring all of this out. Sasuke is. And Sasuke, dear, precious little brother that he is, is asking him how much he wants.
He can barely see the waffle.
“Yes. Thank you, Sasuke.” His hum might be sweeter than the breakfast itself.
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