Itachi still didn’t fully agree, but he says nothing. Merely lets Sasuke say as he wishes; content with this. The kiss is even more idyllic, hands weakly clambering to Sasuke’s shoulders.
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“it’s okay,” he said, Itachi didn’t have to apologise, and it was just a shirt, it could be cleaned or replaced, no problem. He watched as Itachi ate, and once the plate was down on the table again he leaned on to kiss his cheek. “I love you, and I’m happy to have you with me,” he said softly.
“You’re more than I deserve.” He whispers, forehead pressed gently against what remains of Sasuke’s left arm, careful not to stain the sleeve with anything else.
Sasuke had been ready for it, so when Itachi turned and hugged him, he simply wrapped his arms around him, one hand gently rubbing up and down his back as he allowed his brother to cry. Not a word was spoken, not a single one. He looked around a bit. The couch was right next to them, so if he felt his brother’s strength leave him when he would quickly move them over there so that they could sit down.
He manages to collect himself in ten minutes. Murmur an apology for likely ruining his shirt, and turn to using his own to wipe away his tears, and his ugly, ugly snot. His face is red– it will stay like that for some time.
He manages a small piece for now, and it doesn’t matter that Sasuke does not bake often, because he will forever swear it’s the best thing he’s ever had.
He placed the cake down and went to get his brother a plate. He had noticed that the other was right on the edge of tears, it was okay, if he started to cry then he was right here to catch him. With the plate placed down on the table next to the cake he instead decided to keep a hand on Itachi’s back.
He can’t do it.
His hand shakes, quivers pathetically for a shinobi of his caliber.
How old was he when this last happened? Two, three? Anything before four is almost impossible to remember–
Itachi sets the butter knife down. Firmly, afraid he might drop it otherwise. He draws in breath, throat tight, and simply turns to face his brother, burying his face in his chest. He hopes that he can simply cry quietly.
Today, happiness overweight his usual guilt. His crying will be good for him.
There was a small smile at the corners of Sasuke’s lips as he stepped over to his brother and placed a gentle kiss on his lips. As he pulled back he whispered: “Happy birthday.” He wasn’t going to make a huge thing out of this, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t give Itachi a gift and some extra attention and affection. “Wait here,” he said and left the room only to return with a cake, it might not be the prettiest cake out there as he wasn’t all that good at baking, but he had tried.
He’s going to cry… He didn’t deserve this. Sasuke went out of his way to make something he didn’t even like. Itachi swallows thickly, his smile genuine but threatening tears as he thanks his brother under his breath, searching out a dull knife for the cake.
“ that was better than last time ”
As long as Sasuke was enjoying himself. That was what mattered to him. The lingering exhaustion in his body…the soreness, the aching and sting from the mark of his teeth and the bite of his nails…
That can be ignored.
¥ “Take care of yourself.”
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The command is both clear, and vague, all at once.
It leaves Itachi room to interpret, to twist the definition into the very thing he is doing as of now.
He’s fine as long as Sasuke is fine.
Thus, he’s taking care of himself.
And he nods.
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Sasuke had already seen him without his clothes a number of times. It draws little reaction from him, though he does set the rag aside.
Did he want something…?
He did know the answer, but he wanted to hear Itachi say it. “That is not the right answer,” he whispered and started to slowly trail kisses down his neck, pausing a couple of times to focus on a spot and making sure to leave a very visible mark, be it a bite mark or a hickey.
“You know I do…” It’s not much better, and he hopes it’s enough. Sasuke isn’t asking because he genuinely wants to know, he wants to hear a specific answer out of him.
It takes quite a bit of pressure to leave a hickey, Itachi letting out soft hisses as Sasuke sucks the skin fiercely. This is where all the blood will go, making up for the ruptured veins underneath.
Leans in and gives him a light kiss at the corner of his lips. He moved closer, his lips by Itachi’s ear now. The other couldn’t see, blinded by a scarf that held a seal even Sharingan would be useless right now. “How much do you trust me?” At least enough to allow himself to be in this position.
He trusted Sasuke with his life.
And, at the same time, he held no trust, knowing the question was thinly veiled threat, and he was going to be helpless to whatever Sasuke chose to do to him. Itachi shivers at the touch, felt acutely against the black that was his vision.
Itachi still had reflexes. Still held some strength in his joints, his muscles, and his veins. He could free himself if he truly wanted to, and yet he remains.
“…You know the answer.” He is still here, is he not?
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