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.

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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.

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“Here are the reports, as asked.” Neatly stacked together, not a single one out of place. His handwriting– to his high standard and perfectly legible. All the key information where it needs to be.

This was– taking a lot longer than he expected. But working with Shikaku Nara as his squad leader has gone smoothly thus far, with no hiccups or disagreements. Seniority, for one, and the man is incredibly intelligent and wise, for the second.

That’s a trait Itachi highly admires.

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@uchihasavior plotted starter

Every shinobi received orders of some kind that they disliked, but so long as they did the job then their feelings on the matter didn’t mean anything. Even if it occasionally meant that the Captain of T&I stormed through the halls, oceanic eyes narrowed and shoulders squared off in his annoyance at the things he was made to do. This was one of those moments, guilt and disgust mixed with anger within the Yamanaka as he made his way towards the cell that held his newest prisoner. However, he supposed that wasn’t how he was expected to think of the man even if he were chained within the cell.

After all, they’d been given the command that the man was to be convinced that the snug bandages over those dangerous eyes were there so that he could heal. The truth of them being there so that it was actually possible for this mission to take place was never to be spoken of. Inoichi was supposed to tell the man that the chains were to keep him from hurting himself while unable to see, that he was there for his own safety while he healed. It was something that turned his stomach each time he thought about it.

Invading someone’s mind, finding dangers to the Leaf village, removing traumas, helping his own village, he had no issue with. But this was something completely different to him. This was taking a person apart until he wasn’t even sure if he’d left enough pieces for the man to be himself, or if he’d taken too much and would have a child within a man’s body instead. The man had finally started to speak, his confusion of things expressed and explained in accordance with the Hokage’s orders.

Taking a deep breath, the blond pushed down all of the feelings he had on the mission, focusing only on his orders, and pushed the door open. “Good morning, Uchiha-san.” The door closed behind him and he looked over the brunet, frowning sightly just at how the man looked sitting upon his bed.

“Can I bet let go?” He asks with such clear pain and hurry in his expression, glancing up immediately towards the sound of the voice. He’s stopped struggling. Powerful he may be, but they’d done something to strip him of most of his strength. He was worried he was completely blind for a bit, but at least felt his eyes moving behind the bandages.

Maybe they were replaced, maybe he didn’t have the Sharingan– it’s this thought that finally gets him to struggle again, if weakly, pleading with a small noise. What happened to his family, with Sasuke… what about Shisui?

“Please…my family.”