An Evening Alone | Closed

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There was always a curiousity if one could become addicted to another’s touch that flashed through Sasuke’s mind when Itachi began to touch him like this, tracing over muscle and skin hungrily.

Itachi doesn’t need told twice.

Although he wishes the voice had more aggression in it, Itachi nods quickly and immediately begins divesting his clothes, shuffling closer to the edge of the bed the entire time.

He almost throws them, but that would be too eager, and even though he’d do anything for Sasuke, Itachi wants to maintain a little modesty.

…And then he waits, breathing soft. …Will there be another order?

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Sasuke never cared about their relation by blood, or that it’d taken him away from the woman he married simply as a way to convince the village he was loyal. All he really cared about was this was someone that he cared about and that cared about him in return, who didn’t hate him for the things he’d done and who could accept that there was still darkness in him. As with every Uchiha.

The younger man couldn’t help the way he leaned ever so faintly closer as the kiss was deepened, the long fingers in his hair just telling him once again that Itachi wanted this the same way he did. A tiny step and they were pressed together, only the clothing they wore between them, Sasuke’s eyes falling shut as he surrendered to the way this felt, the calmness it brought to him.

His hand pulled away from Itachi just long enough that he could tug at the sash holding his robe closed before his hand returned to his brother’s body. As the yukata slowly fell open, revealing more flesh for Itachi to do with as he pleased, Sasuke’s fingers curled in the back of his brother’s shirt, letting this kiss happen on its own schedule rather than rushing them. Even if he could already feel himself responding to the closeness of the older Uchiha, desire pooling low in his gut and starting to swell tender flesh.

Itachi’s not really thinking anymore.

His hands are greedy as they roam, both dipping to Sasuke’s chest and stomach, flattening his palms rubbing up and down. Just like the last time, Sasuke’s muscles are firm, and warm under his touch.

His courage grows tenfold, sliding down even further, fingertips brushing against Sasuke’s groin and the set of curly hairs there. He does hesitate for a second, before wrapping fingers delicately around Sasuke’s member, stroking slowly.

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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.

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“…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.

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.