One Eye Between Them

Sorry for the delay, but real life and the fact I have no idea whatsoever what people talk about at in-law dinners made this a hard one to write. Shisui will be returning in the next chapter. beta: PhoenixInnocence ---------- The next night, Itachi joined them all for dinner. Kakashi helped Itachi clean his glass eyes and put them in before dinner. He decided not to wear his glasses. His mother was so glad he’d relaxed enough to leave his glasses that she came over and kissed his forehead. She gave Kakashi’s forehead a kiss too since it was his influence that led to it. Fugaku also seemed more at ease after his short conversation with his son. Mikoto was brighter because of it, even dour little Sasuke wasn’t glaring at Kakashi. But Fugaku knew how to annoy his youngest son. “I have scheduled a dinner at the Hyuuga’s so they can meet Kakashi before the wedding.” Sasuke groaned. “And so your enemies gather,” Fugaku intoned. “Chichi,” Sasuke whined. “I expect you’ll be well enough in a week, Itachi.” “I think so. I’m not nauseous anymore.” “I’ll be nauseous that night,” Sasuke mumbled. “Why are you so nervous about it?” Kakashi asked. “Don’t like your in-laws?” “I’m afraid you and Neji will get along.” “He’s intimidated by the Hyuuga,” Itachi said. “They’re just as wealthy, but they’re far more formal and stiff. When father asked if they might want to live on the Hyuuga estate, I was shocked I didn’t hear Sasuke tremble.” “Aniki,” Sasuke whined. “Hiashi is also partially to blame for Hinata’s lack of self-confidence,” Fugaku explained. “He thought he was pushing her to excel, but he pushed too hard and she was incapable of measuring up to the high standards Hiashi put before her and it destroyed her confidence and self-worth. Sasuke resents him for it. I’m guilty of using a similar technique. Though neither of you suffered the same way, I think it did more harm than good. Nevertheless, I am proud of both you. Both of you could relax a bit more before you get ulcers like your father.” “I’m unlikely to encounter that much sustained stress,” Itachi said lightly. “Sasuke, on the other hand, is closer to the grave than you.” “And whose fault is tha—” Sasuke was horrified he said that. “I mean, I . . . It’s not your fault, I just can’t help worrying over you. You’re my older brother and I will always worry about you.” Luckily, Itachi didn’t take Sasuke words as an accusation. He’d calmed from the belief that he was a burden. Speaking, even ever so briefly, with his father had been a breath of fresh air for both men. Sasuke was the one who still hadn’t reconciled his feelings of guilt. Kakashi didn’t wonder at what Sasuke felt guilty about since such feelings were often vague and weren’t always logical. “It’s okay, Sasuke,” Itachi assured him. “Consider it revenge for all you put me through when you were a hormonal teenager. If I had grey hairs six months ago, they were all your fault.” “I think I have a special ulcer for that period of time,” Fugaku agreed. “I wasn’t that bad,” Sasuke defended. “Oh, yes you were,” Mikoto said. “Don’t think we didn’t know what you were ‘studying.’” Sasuke blushed and turned his full attention to his food. Kakashi smiled. He was amused at this pair of Lotharios who between them had probably bedded half the city. They were both good looking enough and certainly rich enough. He had to wonder what Fugaku was like when he was a teenager. Itachi took after his father with the tear toughs in his cheeks. He had the same shade of black hair and the shape of his eyes were narrower than Mikoto and Sasuke’s. Itachi’s face was shaped more like his mother’s. Fugaku was stolid and grim mouthed while Itachi was softer though all the males in the family were outwardly emotionless. Mikoto was certainly a beautiful woman was probably downright gorgeous before she bore two boys and Kakashi wondered how they got together. Despite her being much more attractive than her husband, it was clear she adored him. And as stern and imposing as Fugaku tried to appear, he was smitten and whipped by his smaller wife. It was a reason he felt comfortable in this household. His former boyfriend’s family were very warm and affectionate and literally welcomed with open arms, but he wasn’t raised in that kind of environment; they took him out of his comfort zone. The Uchiha were more reserved, but just as loving of each other. Kakashi felt more comfortable with these people than with the Uminos. He even had a soft spot for the pain in the ass baby brother. He was at home here. Once his lease was up in September and then this would be his home. Sasuke had turned his scowling on Kakashi as he mused. The man was too happy for his mood. He already felt watched. The Hyuuga were known for having eyes in the backs of their heads. He couldn’t touch Hinata’s hand without Neji’s stare to stop him. And here was his own precious brother—right in front of their parents—sitting next to the man who was fucking his brains out. At least Itachi had the good grace to blush once in a while. He resented Kakashi because he was as free to touch his fiancée. ----- Fugaku drove them to the Hyuuga home. Mikoto sat in the front laughing about the situation in the backseat. Sasuke, Itachi, and Kakashi, all her sons, biological and otherwise, were stuffed back there with Itachi in the middle. Sasuke was pouting like a child while Kakashi was enjoying being forced into close proximity to Itachi. Itachi looked a little uncomfortable. He wore his glasses believing his eyes were too unsightly to reveal during a meal with anyone but his close family. The Hyuuga lived in a newer home, but felt much more Asian than the English inspired house the Uchiha owned. It felt brighter, but the Uchiha home felt warmer even from the outside. They parked right in front of the porch of the circular driveway. Sasuke and Kakashi got out and Sasuke held out a hand for his brother to take to help him out, but Itachi turned toward Kakashi, not seeing his brother’s hand and had Kakashi help him out. Kakashi was careful not to look triumphant at the irritated young man who was already on edge. Kakashi escorted Itachi behind his parents. Itachi had his identification cane to find the steps up to the door. Neji opened the door and greeted his guests. He escorted his future in-laws into the drawing room where introductions were made, purely for Kakashi’s benefit since the two families knew each other well. Every single Hyuuga had long dark brown hair, even the two patriarchs, Hiashi and Hizashi, and Hizashi’s son Neji. Hinata was a lovely young woman with enormous breasts; her sister, Hanabi wasn’t so well endowed, but she had more of an innate fire to her that made Kakashi like her better right off the bat. Hiashi’s wife was Hitomi and Hizashi’s wife was Hikaru. [AN: wives names not cannon, I just made them up] All the couples sat together. Neji sat between Hanabi and Kakashi; Sasuke sat between Itachi and Hinata. The three adult couples faced them. It worried Sasuke how well Kakashi and Neji seemed to get on. When the first course was served by the household staff, every Hyuuga hesitated and stared at Itachi, wondering how he was going to function. Kakashi and Sasuke were watching him for another reason, waiting to help. Fugaku and Mikoto also watched him, hoping he wouldn’t have any trouble. Itachi displayed his innate grace in the way he slowly and gently reached out his hand to find his fork and then used the fork to find the bowl and the salad inside. Thus, Itachi demonstrated to the entire table that he could eat on his own. Conversation could start now. “Fugaku’s told us you were in the military,” Hiashi said to Kakashi. “Green Berets. Lost my eye in Afghanistan. The scars are from a roadside bomb; lost my eye in a knife fight with an Afghani soldier we were training when he and his buddies turned on us.” Being in-laws, he decided not to hide his scars. The Uchiha never made him uncomfortable with them, probably because Itachi’s injuries were much worse, and that made him more comfortable in general about them. “I can imagine it’s been difficult adjusting to a normal life after so much excitement.” “Not really. There’s a saying that being a soldier is long stretches of boredom punctuated with moments of sheer terror. I trained as my unit’s mechanic, so when I came back, I got a job as a mechanic. Living off that while the military pays my college bills.” “What’s your goal?” “Become a professor of English literature. I’ve always been a bit of a bookworm, but I also always wanted to be a Green Beret. I achieved one goal, now I’ll pursue the other passion.” Hiashi nodded approvingly, as if he were vetting the man about to marry his daughter. Kakashi was getting the feeling that he and Hinata would both be moving in by year’s end, so maybe Hiashi was vetting a man who would be living under the same roof as his daughter. The patriarchs talked business, the matriarchs talked about the wedding, the Hyuuga daughters joining in on that at times, Hinata and Sasuke talked lowly to each other, and Kakashi, Itachi, and Neji found things to chat about. “Where will the honeymoon be?” Hikaru asked the table in general. “It’s a summer wedding so almost anywhere will be lovely,” Mikoto said. “I would suggest Japan, but it’d be even lovelier in April when the cherry trees are in bloom,” Fugaku said. “Beaches are a little trite,” Hitomi said. “Cruises to Alaska are very popular in the summer,” Hizashi added. “I’m afraid I can only suggest where to avoid,” Kakashi said. “If I’m going, I hate sand,” Itachi said. “Even at a resort?” Hanabi asked. “Maybe one of those less than natural resorts in the Caribbean.” “Or somewhere in Europe,” Neji suggested. “London, Paris, Prague.” “Paris is as bad as a beach,” Hitomi said. “Prague is beautiful!” Hanabi said. “Theater is better in London,” Itachi said. “Who said you were coming?” Sasuke finally got a word in. “You leaving me at home? Thank god. Kakashi and I can have more fun with you gone.” “You’re coming.” Both Itachi and Kakashi bit their lips from saying something they shouldn’t in this company. “I’ve always wanted to go to Ireland or Scotland,” Hinata said. “All that green and history.” Well that decided it. ----- The night was a success and even Sasuke didn’t look like a condemned man by the end. He was still a man off balance and felt like he had no control over his own life; his wedding was already planned before he proposed, he worked for his father, his career path decided, and even his honeymoon was planned in front of him rather than with him. And there was a man stealing his crippled older brother from him. Fugaku drove them all back to the mansion. Sasuke stared out the window. He finally sat back in the seat. Itachi was leaning away from him into Kakashi’s shoulder. Itachi turned his head, but couldn’t see him. He pulled away from Kakashi and pressed his back into the seat, mimicking his brother. He sought out his brother’s hand. Itachi had a preternatural sense when it came to his brother, but Sasuke hadn’t noticed how strange it was until he knew Itachi wasn’t just picking up on visual clues. Itachi lowered his lips to Sasuke’s ear and whispered, “I know.” Of course, Itachi knew how he felt; Itachi was in his shoes six months ago, his career planned out and little control over his life—he had even less now. Maybe that was one of the reasons Itachi slept around. It was certainly a factor in his own behavior in his teens. Sasuke squeezed his hand and leaned his head against his brother’s. He accepted it. He should be relieved: there was nothing to plan, nothing to worry about. And his brother was well cared for. What did he really want anyway? Nothing, but his brother close and Hinata as his wife. He was content. He nudged his brother’s shoulder to send him back to his boyfriend. ----- Kakashi went up with Itachi to spend the night. They hadn’t had sex for over a week, waiting for Itachi to feel better and for his system to be free of the powerful antibiotics. Itachi’s skin had smelled like medicine and Kakashi wondered if it was wise for them to have sex with such powerful meds in his blood. Now that medicinal smell was gone and Itachi hadn’t thrown up in the last week, Kakashi was more than ready to ravish his little raven as soon as he closed the bedroom door. He pulled Itachi into a kiss. Itachi slid his hands under Kakashi’s shirt, up his sides. Kakashi broke the kiss to strip Itachi’s shirt. He kissed down Itachi’s throat and down his chest and stomach. On his knees, he opened Itachi’s pants and pulled them down. He kissed the bulge in Itachi’s boxers before pulling them down as well. He kissed the tip of his lover’s growing erection and used the tip of his tongue to tease his slit, teasing out a drop of precum. His tongue explored his head and ran his rough tongue down the frenulum causing Itachi to shudder. He shut his lips and forced the head of Itachi’s cock into his mouth through his tight lips. Itachi groaned and lifted a hand to Kakashi’s hair. Kakashi pulled back so his lips caught on the ridge of his cock. Kakashi repeated that several times, mimicking the feeling of shallowly fucking someone. He started to swirl his tongue around the head every time the whole head was in his mouth. Kakashi moved back to moisten his lips and then moved further down Itachi’s now completely hard shaft. Itachi mindlessly played with his hair and moaned softly. He couldn’t help rocking forward, but he tried to keep it shallow. Kakashi didn’t seem to mind. Kakashi took Itachi as deep as he could, the head of his cock pressing against the back of his throat, threatening to make him gag, but Kakashi adjusted and Itachi’s cock slipped into his throat, his lips tight around the base of his cock. His hands migrated to Itachi’s firm ass and gripped it to keep them both immobile. Having gotten his throat used to Itachi’s length, he moved back and forth, fucking his throat on his cock. It was an oddly satisfying sensation, having something press against the back of his throat. Itachi started to fist Kakashi’s hair. He was struggling not to cum so soon, but Kakashi was sucking him so expertly. After a while, Kakashi pulled away to lap at Itachi’s balls. Itachi folded a leg up to put a knee just behind him on the bed, giving Kakashi more room. Kakashi wondered just how flexible Itachi was. Kakashi hummed, which vibrated inside Itachi’s body. “Lay down,” Kakashi nearly growled. Once Itachi was down, Kakashi climbed over him and attacked his nipple. Itachi gasped. Supporting himself on his left elbow, Kakashi moved his hand up and down Itachi’s thin side, feeling ribs and smooth skin. Those terrorists left one part of him completely unmarred. Only now did Kakashi start stripping. Kakashi grabbed the lube he kept on the bookshelf where it might not be noticed by anyone else. He leaned back in to lick at Itachi’s hipbone and pushed his other thigh further out of the way to make little wet circles around his entrance with his fingers. Itachi growled, impatient. It took everything in the world to keep Kakashi from saying something he probably shouldn’t. He wanted to verbally tease him. Not yet. A year hadn’t even passed since Itachi was raped. Another year or two and maybe he could stop censoring himself. He added a little lube to his cock and pushed back Itachi’s right leg and pressed into him. Itachi groaned with pleasure. He was extra tight from so long since the last time they had sex. Itachi pressed his leg against Kakashi’s side as Kakashi started to move within him. Kakashi crawled over him and thrust harder into him. This was the first time they had sex with Itachi’s eyes open. It was eerie, but not a turn off. His eyes stared blankly up toward him; unfocused and empty. It was like a parody of what Itachi used to look like. It made Itachi prettier though. “God, you’re gorgeous,” Kakashi whispered. His eyes moved like he was trying to see Kakashi. That was a little off-putting, so he shut his own eyes as he sped up. Kakashi couldn’t hold back his orgasm any longer. He hadn’t cum in a week and Itachi was just so tight and hot. Kakashi reached for Itachi’s cock and was pleased to find it still hard and wet with his own precum. He growled and sank his lips in Itachi’s ear to whisper, “I’m so close. Cum with me, Itachi.” Itachi moaned the sexist sound Kakashi had ever heard and he felt Itachi’s body tighten as he came, drawing out his semen. They both sank into the bed once their orgasms passed. “I think I cummed a liter inside you,” Kakashi breathed. He moved his body a bit and Itachi’s cum eased the way. “Seems like you shot the same.” Itachi groaned. “Hard to jack off when you’re afraid of puking.” Kakashi moved to his side and stroked Itachi’s chest while they caught their breaths and their bodies recovered. “Think you can go a second round?” Kakashi asked. “I think so. In a minute.” He sighed and cracked his back. “The Hyuuga seem to like you.” “I’m glad. Hinata seems like a nice girl.” “She’s far less timid than she used to be. Why she thought that shy attitude would work with Naruto, I have no idea. He likes boldness. It really is sad; he and Sasuke were very close friends. I suspected Sasuke was gay for a while since he was so close to Naruto. Sasuke brought out the best in Hinata. Hinata stopped his womanizing. She calms him. I’m so very happy for both of them.” “I am too. I do like the brat. He should be more relaxed after his wedding night.” “I think so too. I know he feels like his life isn’t his own. I know the feeling all too well.” Kakashi kissed his shoulder as he touched his body. “Do you want me again?” Kakashi asked. “Mmmm, yes.” Itachi felt for Kakashi’s hand and guided it down to his groin. Kakashi caressed his plump, soft balls with his fingertips. He then took the base of his limp cock between his finger and thumb and gave it several small strokes. Kakashi turned more toward him and rubbed his cock against his hip and ran his hand up and down Itachi’s side. Smooth and soft. He loved Itachi so much. His hand moved to his nipple to tease it harder and make Itachi hornier. Itachi spread his legs and whined. “What do you want?” Kakashi asked playfully. “Gods, I want your cock so bad.” “You can have it as much as you want.” Kakashi moved between Itachi’s legs and picked up both his legs and laid them over his shoulders. Itachi was already lubed and stretched, so he entered him easily. He thrust into him with long solid strokes. Itachi grunted with every thrust. He wanted to push his hips up into Kakashi’s cock, but the way his legs were braced on Kakashi’s shoulders made that impossible. Kakashi let Itachi’s legs down, pushing his limber legs down on Itachi’s side, pushing his knees into the bed. Itachi couldn’t quite put his knees behind his head, but he was very flexible. Kakashi lowered his body, wrapping his arms around Itachi’s thighs and his lips to Itachi’s collarbone. Itachi’s bent knees captured Kakashi’s arms between them and his thighs. Kakashi stopped while deep inside Itachi, their bodies tightly entangled. Kakashi knew, even limber as he was, this was a stressful position for Itachi, so he pulled away, letting Itachi’s body unfold. Itachi immediately turned onto his knees and Kakashi didn’t hesitate to remount him. Kakashi wrapped an arm around Itachi’s chest and snapped his hips repeatedly into him; short, fast, deep thrusts. Itachi moaned and sighed. Kakashi was hitting that spot perfectly. “Kakashi,” he whispered. “Fuck, just like that. I can’t last long.” Kakashi growled a little and fought not to change a thing. Finally, Itachi let out a strangled cry and came. Kakashi leaned back and grabbed Itachi’s hips to thrust hard into him to bring him to the brink, cumming in him a second time. They both laid down on their sides. “I feel too fucking good to care about the cum on my skin,” Itachi muttered. Kakashi hummed in agreement. He put his arm over him and pulled him in close. They fell asleep like that, not even bothering to pull the blanket over them. ----- Something had been bothering Kakashi for a few days now. Something about Yahiko. There was something wrong. Finally, he got on his computer and searched for ‘Pain of Akatsuki killed.’ He got a number of hits about the raid, but none had photos of the dead man. Kakashi had seen quite a few photographs in that file and couldn’t remember someone who fit Itachi’s description of Yahiko. He really didn’t want to ask Sasuke if he could see that file again. Kakashi needed to ask about Yahiko, but couldn’t think of how to broach the subject without sounding jealous or like he was digging for information for a purpose. Then, as he was studying Itachi’s profile, he noticed something between locks of his hair. “Your ears are pierced, but you don’t wear any studs.” “It’s hard to find something so small and they tend to roll around, so I don’t bother anymore.” Itachi grew very quiet and his expression changed. “Thinking about Yahiko?” Kakashi asked. “How could you tell?” “I can tell your mind’s far away and I assume the slightly pained look on your face is because of him.” “Yeah.” “You did mention he had piercings.” “Yeah, a lot. I counted them more than once because I had little else to do and I was around him most of the time. I also valued my remaining eye and used to stare at things a lot and count things just to use it.” “I totally understand that.” “I forgot about your eye. Out of sight out of mind I guess.” “How many did he have?” “Oddly enough, he had five studs in one ear, six in the other. He had three bars going completely through his nose, a bar in his tongue, and two studs below his lower lip so they almost looked like fangs hanging out. He had three in his left eyebrow, his nipples were pierced, and he had a Prince Albert.” “Why so many?” “He said he was addicted to them, though he regretted the nose bars.” “I should think so.” “I have to admit, the tongue bar and the Prince Albert did feel good.” “I love you, but I’m not getting those for you.” Itachi chuckled. “Please don’t. He told me when it was over that he was going to get me a few pricings too. I really didn’t want them.” “Do wearing studs remind you of him or anything?” “No, not really.” “I’d like to see you wear them. I’ll help you with them.” “Alright. I would wear them, but they just get away from me. I gave mine to my mother; she might still have them.” “You said he had red hair, right?” “Huh?” Itachi was confused for a moment by the sudden reversion back to Yahiko. “Yeah.” “A dark red?” “No, it was bright red, almost orangish. Why?” “Just curious since you were painting such a vivid picture with all the piercings.” “Don’t be jealous.” “I’m not, just wondering about him.” And wondering who it was the mercenaries killed with maroon colored hair and no facial piercings at all.