Unanticipated Reunions and Alliances

Darkangeljudas: Yeah, well, I needed more time for the Sasuke/Neji thing to develop, so what else would they be doing? After this chapter of lemons, there will be blood! And black flames, and eye gouging, and more lemons . . . But why, oh, why, won’t the manga show Madara’s own brand of kickassness so I have something to go on? Just two little fights. Not enough!!!! Anyway.
Little.Miss.Fortune: YOU. ARE. WELCOME. ^_^ Thank you so much! Just for you, there will be more angry Itachi sex!!! Not here really, this is Itachi not in control sex. Glad to have you aboard!
Anonymous on FanFiction.Net: Gomen. I will check on those errors. If they’re like Chunin and other stuff like that, I’m not worried about them ‘cause I’ve seen a lot of the Japanese spelled several different ways. I often go with the Narutopedia spelling except where I remember it from the manga trans or anime trans. If it was common words, all that above is moot. ^_-
LadySaturnGirl/disembodiedvoiceofthedying: You changed your name?!?!?! and you’re the site you read me on?!?!?! My world is spinning. Seriously though, thank you. Yeah, I meant to actually have Sasuke mention that he was showing off some of the techniques he was planning on uses on Itachi, but I forgot as I was writing. Remembered three hours after I posted it while I was trying to sleep. I had fun writing the interrupted petting session. ^_^
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Time for the lemon!!!! It’s like a lemon meringue pie of hotness!!! (3 lemons!!!)

Sorry it took so long. It was the lemons.

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Sasuke and Neji had not mentioned their little petting section all day and Neji used all his discipline not to think about it and masturbate that night. The next day, however, he knew he had to talk to Sasuke about it.

He fought Sasuke during their morning training, earning him a scowl from Itachi. They were moving at hyper speed as they tested out their taijutsu. It ended with Sasuke taking Neji’s legs from under him, popping up to grab him by the throat, and pulling him to him so that the back Neji’s head was pressed against Sasuke’s abdomen. Sasuke helped him stand up properly. Neji caught a glimpse of Itachi smirking, but Itachi missed the way Sasuke’s hand released Neji’s throat and snaked around his neck in a caressing way.

Neji thanked Sasuke for not dropping him.

Sasuke hummed. “Unfortunately, I don’t think any of this training is preparing Itachi and I for the fight; our opponent will be another Uchiha. It’ll be all devastating ninjutsu and genjutsu. Unless you want to make a dozen clones for us to butcher.”

“Not really.” Neji turned so that his back was to the rest of the group; he didn’t let any of his nervousness or embarrassment show. “I’d like to talk to you privately later.”

Sasuke nodded once, but didn’t show any emotion either. Sasuke shared his opinion that this training wasn’t helping any to Itachi and after a while the brothers sent everyone but Kakashi and Sakura below so that they could practice their Sasano by flinging their most powerful jutsu at the other. Itachi had taught Sasuke how to use it soon after his short battle with Madara, but Sasuke had not had the opportunity to practice it very much. Kakashi and Sakura were there as lookouts while Sasuke and Itachi went at each other full force, confident behind their Sasanos. They were also there in case things got out of hand.

Neji tried to meditate while the brothers pounded away at each other above. But he kept feeling lips on his neck and fingers trailing lightly over his skin; he kept seeing raven hair and black eyes; he kept hearing Sasuke’s voice when he offered to stop and hearing him laugh at his Gai and Lee anecdotes.

Sasuke probably thought he was totally expressionless—most considered him so—but Neji saw the intense sadness always there. He may have forgiven Itachi, but he was still suffering. He wanted to make Sasuke happy, to make him forget his pain just for a little while. Itachi couldn’t do that. Neji doubted Sasuke could ever look at Itachi without being reminded of what Itachi had done. Neji believed his lack of history with Sasuke made it possible for him to take his mind off it.

And just them memory of how helpless Sasuke made him feel and how dominate Sasuke was arousing him.

The room shook. Neji didn’t hesitate, he ran for the entrance. He came out cautiously, expecting some sort of attack. What greeted him were two fiery giants, one red, the other blue. Kakashi and Sakura were crouching behind a boulder; Sakura was still huddled in a ball. There were tree limbs everywhere and quite a bit of earth kicked up by the jutsu that had shaken the base. But it was the feeling in the air that disturbed Neji.

Neji had activated his Byakugan the moment he felt the tremor. He could see the spectral giants were made of charka. Even as he watched, the two ghostly figures faded revealing the brothers at their centers. They looked uninjured, but in considerable pain.

Kakashi was the first one to leap out to the pair, going to his lover of course. Sakura and Neji went to Sasuke.

“I’m not injured,” Sasuke told Sakura as she started to inspect him. “It’s just painful is all.”

“You’ve used up nearly all your chakra,” Neji said.

“Ah,” Sasuke confirmed. “Much more useful training than any other though.”

Sasuke faltered. Neji grabbed him and gave him his shoulder to lean on. Sasuke accepted. Itachi was too preoccupied reassuring Kakashi he was alright that he didn’t notice. Kakashi pulled Itachi along back to the hideout as the others came out to see what had caused the tremor. Neji dragged Sasuke along after them.

The brothers asked to be deposited in the receiving room rather than be dragged to their own rooms. They choked down Sakura’s solider pills to recover their chakra.

“What was that?” Karen asked. “Something shook the entire base.”

“My brother grew over zealous,” Itachi said with a smirk.

“Well, if you weren’t such an irritating bastard . . .” Sasuke grumbled.

Itachi put an arm around his shoulders. “You’ve always tried to show off and never succeeded.”

“If it weren’t for Sasano—”

Itachi squeezed his shoulders. “At least you didn’t twist your ankle this time.”

“Nii-san . . .” Sasuke growled threateningly as a blush stained his cheeks, remembering Itachi carrying him home that day.

Most of the others left, frightened of Sasuke’s temper. Neji trailed behind them and caught Sasuke smirking at his brother when he thought no one was looking.

I’m happy for you, Sasuke, Neji thought. You finally got back your family back, even if it’s only one person. Neji was jealous. He had finally developed a relationship with his uncle and a few others in his clan, but his father was still dead. He had a family, but the person most precious to him would never come back. Sasuke got that one person back. Neji thought Sasuke was the lucky one.

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Neji used his Byakugan to check on Sasuke’s recovery; he seemed to be almost back to full capacity after only a few hours. Without any physical wounds, his chakra returned quickly. And Itachi wasn’t with him. Neji decided to talk with Sasuke now.

“Ah,” Sasuke called when Neji knocked on his door.

Neji opened the door. Sasuke was preparing summoning scrolls to summon weapons and supplies during their upcoming battle.

“Is now a good time?”

“Ah.” Sasuke continued to work on the scroll in front of him. Neji sat down in a chair and tried to gather his thoughts. Sasuke finished the scroll, rolled it and others up, gathered everything, and set it all aside.

“I don’t know if we’ll be able to make it back here after the battle, so I’m preparing more supplies. I made several for Sakura so that she’ll have access to anything she might need.”

“You don’t expect the fight to go well.”

“Even Itachi doesn’t know what to expect.” Sasuke turned away to take his sword from his belt and lean it against his headboard. “I’ve considered including coffins.”

“Thinking so fatalistically won’t do us any good.”

Sasuke didn’t respond to that. He sat on his bed facing Neji. “You wanted to talk about the other day.”

“Ah,” Neji said with a little embarrassment.

“I didn’t misread you.” Neji’s head came up to look Sasuke straight in the eye. “You’re not the only one who is good at observing people.” Sasuke wasn’t about to mention that he’d only started observing him just before their little encounter.

“You didn’t misread,” Neji said. “What are your . . . feelings about this?”

“Hasn’t your Byakugan been able to tell you?”

“You’re very hard to read most of the time.”

“I think I made my feelings clear last time.”

Neji couldn’t think. What was there to say? He looked into Sasuke’s black eyes; they were readable for once: hot and heavy, already devouring him.

“Come here.” Sasuke’s voice had no emotion though husky. It wasn’t an order, but Neji was walking over to him without thinking. Sasuke stood up to face the slightly taller boy.

“You’re sure about this, right?” Sasuke asked.

“Not really.”

“Me either.”

Sasuke kissed him. Neji hesitantly put a hand on Sasuke’s waist. Receiving no type of rebuke for touching him, Neji reached up to thread his fingers through Sasuke’s short black hair. He was amazed to feel no grease to keep up the gravity defying haircut. His hair was surprisingly soft.

Sasuke turned them so the back of Neji’s legs hit the bed. He was able to stay standing, but that wasn’t Sasuke’s intention. Sasuke leaned into him to make Neji collapse back onto the bed. Sasuke palmed Neji’s growing erection through his pants as he continued to dominate his mouth. Neji moaned and bucked his hips up into that hand. Neji’s thigh bumped into Sasuke’s erection and caused him to groan.

Somehow the sound of Sasuke’s groan brought Neji back to his senses. He pulled his mouth away from Sasuke’s.

“Wait,” Neji said breathlessly. “Won’t your brother know what we’re doing?”

Sasuke actually snarled. “Wait here.”

Sasuke hurriedly straightened his clothes and ran out of the room. He had to find Kakashi. He stopped, calmed himself and tried to feel his chakra. His brother was by far more adept at this, but he was working on extending his range. Itachi was further away than Kakashi, so they weren’t together. Kakashi was . . . Sasuke turned in the proper direction and ran down the corridor in front of him. He stopped. Sakura. He ran in the opposite direction toward Sakura’s presence.

He composed himself before he knocked on her door.

“Sasuke?”

In his usual controlled voice, “With the upcoming battle, I wanted to be sure you have all the ingredients for any medicine or ointments we’ll need, like salves for burns. We and Madera are sure to use Amaterasu. Is there anything you don’t have?”

“We’ll I guess I should mix together something stronger for burns. I have witch hazel, chamomile, comfrey, and aloe, but I could use some blackberries, calendula, plantain juice, causticum, arsenicum, and some more lavender oil. I’ll write it out for you.”

She wrote the list and handed it to him. “I’ll send Kakashi and Itachi to get everything for you.” And he was gone.

He found Kakashi reading some of the scrolls and files Sasuke had on Akatsuki from pillaging Orochimaru and Kabuto’s files before he originally set out to find Itachi after killing Orochimaru and back at their last hideout.

“Kakashi, would you and my brother go to the village to the north of here and pick up some ingredients for Sakura? Now?”

“Why the rush?”

“She should have them prepared before the battle. Itachi is also starting to look a bit stir crazy.” That was actually the truth. “He was constantly on the road and outdoors for four years; staying underground probably isn’t that comfortable for him.”

“All right.” He closed the file, took the list from Sasuke, and went to find Itachi.

Sasuke ran back to his room, found Neji still sitting on his bed. He held up a finger to stop Neji from moving or speaking, rummaged around for his stash of money and ran back out. He loitered near the entrance to see Itachi off.

“Here,” he handed his brother the money. “Use this. Let Orochimaru pay for our supplies. Get anything else you think we need.”

“You feeling okay?” Itachi asked him.

“Yes, why?”

“Your chakra seems . . . tense and excited.”

“Been thinking about the battle.”

Itachi hummed indecisively, but led Kakashi out. Kakashi looked back at Sasuke suspiciously. Sasuke merely looked back with his normal unemotionalness.

As soon as the entrance shut, Sasuke ran back to his room at full speed. Neji still hadn’t moved. Obedient, Sasuke thought. He shut the door carefully. “You better be sure about this. I got Itachi out of the base for at least two hours.” He saw nervousness in the other boy, which almost mirrored his own. Almost. Neji was far more nervous.

Sasuke untied his rope belt which released the blue wrap. The leather belt underneath was not loaded with the usual weapons pouches and scrolls. He ripped away the more practical belt and let the black shorts fall. Neji wondered why Sasuke wore so many clothes. Sasuke was down to his open shirt and tight dark gray pants when he finally rejoined Neji on the bed.

Neji revolved so that when Sasuke pressed down onto him again, his head was on the pillow rather than near the wall. Neji pulled Sasuke’s head down to kiss him while Sasuke unfastened Neji’s shirt. Neji was too busy feeling Sasuke’s bare chest to help take off his own shirt. He pushed the open, unsecured shirt from Sasuke’s shoulders and Sasuke let it slip to the floor.

Sasuke lured him up by pulling away while still sucking at his lips. Neji stayed connected to Sasuke’s lips as he sat up so Sasuke could pull the shirt away. Now Sasuke pulled at Neji’s belt and wrap. Neji helped this time. Sasuke finished stripping them both so that they were finally naked against each other. Save for Neji’s headband.

Neji made no move to remove the headband. Sasuke touched the black fabric intending to untie it, but Neji grabbed his wrist gently. He didn’t want to remove it, didn’t want Sasuke to see the manji mark there. Neji’s eyes were drawn to the curse mark on Sasuke’s shoulder. What would Sasuke think about the mark?

Sasuke saw his reluctance to remove the headband. “You don’t have to if it bothers you.”

“I never take it off in front of people.” Not since his fight with Naruto in the Chunin Exams.

“It’s okay. Just don’t head butt me.”

That helped ease the tension in Neji’s gut.

Sasuke knew about the seal on Neji’s forehead, but he said nothing about it. His eyes stealing to Sasuke’s curse seal would be a dead giveaway had he not already known. If Neji wished to hide it, let him. Sasuke often thought about covering up his own curse seal; let Neji cover his own.

Sasuke returned to kissing him while feeling up his naked skin. His lips fell to Neji’s neck, his fingers trailed down to the hallow of Neji’s hip and down his thigh. His skin was smooth and warm. Sasuke’s body slithered downward so he could taste the skin over the other’s heart and then the erect nipples.

Neji was just short of hyperventilating from fear and arousal, but the fact he didn’t ask Sasuke to stop assured him he really wanted this.

“I won’t hurt you,” Sasuke whispered. “Unless you want me to.” Neji’s erection twitched against Sasuke’s stomach. You want me to. Sasuke smirked. This was getting better and better. Sasuke was aware he had something of a sadistic streak. So Neji was a masochist. Perfect. He wondered if Neji was even aware of what he was.

Sasuke stroked Neji’s length as he ran his teeth over a nipple. Neji suppressed a cry. Sasuke came up to say in his ear, “It’ll be easier if you turn over.” Neji looked up into his eyes for a long moment before obeying.

Sasuke had been anticipating this and kept a vial of massage oil under his bed. It was within easy grasp. He held the vial in his hand for a moment to warm it then poured it onto his fingers to apply to Neji’s entrance. His touch was feather light as he touched the puckered hole. He circled around the entrance. Neji moaned. His first finger entered without any trouble. Sasuke rested his head against the flawless ass cheek, “Relax,” Sasuke whispered against the smooth skin and slipped in the second.

Sasuke considered stopping at two fingers with Neji apparently being a masochist, but decided against it, this being both their first time; Sasuke had no doubt Neji was a virgin. He added a third finger with some difficulty and Neji groaned into the pillow, but he pushed back a little. Sasuke grinned. He stopped concentrating on stretching and started to finger fuck the older boy. After a few thrusts, the tip of his middle finger brushed Neji’s prostate. Neji cried out and muttered something incomprehensible. Sasuke gave him a good taste of things to come before pulling out his fingers.

“Turn back over,” Sasuke ordered, “I want to see you when I take you.”

Sasuke moved out of the way and Neji obeyed. He spread his legs for Sasuke, bending and raising his knees automatically. Sasuke knelt between Neji’s spread thighs. Neji stared past his own erection at Sasuke’s considerable length—and girth. He swallowed in fear.

“You can always tell me to stop,” Sasuke assured him, not wanting to promise not to hurt him.

“No, I want this,” Neji gasped.

Sasuke applied lube to his own hardness then slid his hands under Neji’s ass to lift him up to a better angle; Neji let his legs lock at that angle, freeing Sasuke to use one hand to guide himself into Neji’s body. Sasuke groaned at the tight heat. Neji’s face squinched up in discomfort, but he made no effort to prevent Sasuke from continuing. Sasuke waited only a moment before continuing in. It seemed like an eternity to both of them before their hips met. Sasuke slumped forward to cover Neji’s body, their joined hips falling onto the bed. Sasuke rested his head on Neji’s chest for a moment, feeling Neji’s body convulse at the foreign intrusion. He turned his head to take a nipple into his mouth. Neji’s breath had stilled, but now he gasped as Sasuke teased his nipple with his tongue and teeth.

“You feel wonderful,” he whispered between nips. Neji was too overwhelmed to say anything or even grunt an acknowledgement.

The convulsions stopped and Neji began to relax. Sasuke pulled out slowly, feeling Neji’s body tighten as if to hold him inside or suck him back in. He obliged with a swift thrust back in. Neji cried out. He fucked in and out shallowly a few times then thrust in hard. Neji cried out again.

Sasuke let instinct take over and fucked him. Neji gripped the pillow above his head and the bedding with his left hand.

“Harder,” he begged.

Sasuke felt the strong desire to stop and make Neji beg for it. He pushed aside his desire to totally dominate the other; it was too soon. Neji continued to beg Sasuke to fuck him harder and Sasuke tried to comply, but he was already slamming into the body beneath him with as much force as he dared for both their sakes.

Then Sasuke smirked at the confirmation of his hunch. Sasuke felt a rush of sadism; his eyes glittered with fresh lust. “You want me to hurt you.” It wasn’t question.

Neji’s eyes opened, but they were hooded and incapable of embarrassment at this point. He had already spared his legs, taken it up the ass, and been begging for it; admitting to a masochist side should not bother him too much, though he still hesitated to admit it.

“Yes, please.”

“Please, what?”

“Please hurt me, Sasuke.”

Sasuke had no plan and quickly considered how he could inflict some pain—preferably sexual pain—without causing a wound. He pinched one of Neji’s nipples and scraped his cock with his nails. Neji suppressed a cry, merely hissing. Meanwhile, Sasuke fucked him as hard as he could. It was the best he could do at the spur of the moment and without any equipment.

Neji started panting Sasuke’s name as he assaulted his prostate. Sasuke pulled all the way out and thrust back in. It was a little painful for him too, but Neji seemed to love it. Sasuke did it a few more times before returning to something much more satisfying to him. Neji’s body was becoming tighter as his orgasm approached, Sasuke could feel it. He switched gears to jerk Neji’s cock rather than assault it with his nails. It only took a few jerks to make Neji cum. Sasuke quickly followed suit, cuming deeply into Neji’s body. Sasuke curled forward while he rode out his orgasm. Neji merely fisted the bedding.

Sasuke pushed himself up with one hand, the other still cupping the head of Neji’s cock. He brought up the cum covered hand and gave it a lick, his hand angled so that Neji could see and leave a smear on his cheek. It was his first taste of cum. Not bad.

“Ever taste your own cum?” Sasuke asked.

Neji swallowed, embarrassed to answer. “Yes,” he admitted.

“Did you like it?”

“Yes, I did.”

Sasuke lowered his hand and offered it to his lover. Neji licked his hand clean. He pushed himself up to lick off the smear from Sasuke’s cheek then moved to kiss him. Sasuke let him.

Though both were freshly milked, they wanted another round. Sasuke reached down to touch Neji’s entrance. It was still gapping open just enough to feel. A dribble of cum was leaking out.

“You’re wide open and dripping with cum,” Sasuke whispered into his ear. Neji whimpered as Sasuke stroked the masochist’s sensitive organ. “You want me to use you, hurt you, humiliate you?”

“Yes, please, Sasuke,” Neji begged.

“Turn around and present yourself to me.”

Neji blushed crimson, but he once again obeyed. On his knees, face planted in the pillow, Neji spread his legs. Sasuke knelt behind him and scooped up the drop of cum that had escaped. He rubbed the drop into the now shut hole. He pushed his finger in again.

“You like being penetrated?”

“Yes.”

It was far too soon for Sasuke’s erection to come back, so he contented himself with fingering Neji for a few minutes, re-stretching him and teasing his sensitive prostate every so often. Neji seemed to like the torture since his erection was coming back faster than Sasuke’s was. He was suddenly thinking that despite his own slightly sadistic tendencies, having a masochist for a lover might be a hassle. He’d have to scrounge around Orochimaru’s bedroom for equipment, not sure one could satisfy a real masochist without any. His imagination ran away with him—thankfully not including any further thoughts of Orochimaru. Some metal—non-Chidori—senbon . . . some restraints . . . He grinned and felt his erection coming back. If this relationship went anywhere, he could probably have fun with this. The sad thought that it was unlikely—even if they all lived through the coming battle—drove away his grin, but blessedly left his erection intact.

Sasuke extracted his fingers and remounted Neji, thrusting straight in without any hesitation. Neji cried out again. Sasuke usually liked quiet, but he discovered he liked a vocal lover. Neji groaned as Sasuke started fucking him again.

Sasuke bent over him so that his chest rubbed up against Neji’s back. Unknowingly mimicking his brother, Sasuke grabbed Neji gently, but firmly, by the throat to pull him up against him. He thrust up into him in a vertical position while mouthing the older boy’s neck. He kept a hand over his larynx to control him. Neji offered absolutely no resistance. Nevertheless, Sasuke wrapped his hand in Neji’s long hair and tugged. Neji’s still didn’t resist or say anything.

Having manipulated Neji’s body, he could now reach the taller boy’s neck with his lips. He started kissing him as he had the other day before Kakashi interrupted them.

“Do you want to belong to me? I should warn you, Uchiha are extremely possessive.”

“Yes, Sasuke.”

“Do you want me to mark you? Mark you so everyone knows you’re owned? That you like to submit to someone?” They were both too gone to consider that any love bite might lead to a very uncomfortable situation with another extremely possessive Uchiha.

“Yes, goshuj—”

“Never!” Neji jerked his head away from the loud voice. “Call me that,” Sasuke voice lowered to finish the sentence. “They all called Orochimaru ‘goshujin.’”

“Forgive me, Sasuke.”

“It’s alright. You didn’t know. Just use my name; I like the sound of my name when you say it like that.”

“Yes, Sasuke.”

Sasuke rubbed his lips across a piece of neck and hummed his approval of Neji’s response. Neji shuddered at that the deep vibration right next to his ear and against his neck. Sasuke had stopped moving his hips when he raised his voice.

“Please, Sasuke.”

“Please what? There’s a lot of thing that could mean. ‘Please stop?’ ‘Please fuck me?’ ‘Please mark me?’ ‘Please whore me out just to humiliate me?’”

Neji groaned in arousal.

“I could put you under a genjutsu that would make sure you couldn’t cum no matter how many people fucked you and then whore you out, only able to cum when I say so or when I fuck you. Would you like that?”

Neji couldn’t stop bucking his hips.

“Little soon for that, don’t you think, Neji?”

Neji moaned, but didn’t want to move again, as much as he wanted to fuck himself on Sasuke’s length still buried inside of him, he was aware that doing anything without Sasuke consent again could end with something Neji might not like. But on the other hand, he’d probably enjoy it anyway.

“I’ll ask my original question again: Do you want me to mark you?”

“Yes, please, Sasuke.”

Sasuke thrust his hips up as he bit down hard on Neji’s neck. Neji cried out yet again. Sasuke didn’t let go; his teeth sank deeper as he rocked his hips. Blood pooled around his teeth while he sucked at the skin and blood. Neji’s breathing hadn’t been normal since they began, but now they were both panting. No more taunting; Sasuke was just trying to breathe while keeping his teeth dug in deep into Neji’s neck.

It only took a few more thrusts for Neji to cum and a few more for Sasuke to join him. Neji grabbed the headboard and the wall while riding out his orgasm. Sasuke collapsed into him, but Neji’s was able to hold them both up. After a minute, Sasuke moved and they shifted so that Neji could lie down. Sasuke lay down next to him. They said nothing. Once their breathing returned to normal, Sasuke rolled over to lay on Neji, laying his head on his chest.

“Thank you, Sasuke.” He was ready to fall asleep. “I—”

“What am I to you?” Sasuke asked.

“What? What do you mean?” The sudden subject change startled him. He looked down into Sasuke’s black eyes, which were much wider than he was used to seeing.

“Who am I replacing for you?”

Neji couldn’t help it, he laughed. “You aren’t replacing anyone. The only person I’ve lost was my father, and you certainly aren’t replacing him. What brought up that question?”

“It just seems like I’m just a replacement for someone in everyone’s lives. Kimimaru’s replacement, a replacement for the family Itachi killed, Kakashi’s replacement for my brother, Suigetsu’s brother . . .”

So that was it. Sasuke’s reclusiveness recently made sense to him now. His eyes looked the same now as they did when he first started to pull away from everyone.

“I can’t speak for your team, but I don’t think Kakashi ever saw you as a replacement for Itachi and, from what I can tell, Itachi loves you because you’re his brother. He may love you just a little more because you’re all the family he has left, but you’re not a replacement, you are his family.”

Sasuke looked away.

“If you forgive me, I never thought I’d meet an Uchiha with self confidence issues.”

“I was thinking about Juugo and Kimimaru and it occurred to me that everyone seemed to have lost someone and that I was the replacement. Even to the village, I was just a Sharingan, the last Uchiha.”

“Maybe to some. Naruto, Sakura, and Kakashi saw you as more than that. Your classmates saw you as a god, the girls . . . well, they just thought you were cute. I’d have to agree on that one.” Sasuke chuckled a little against Neji’s chest. “If you’re so isolated with no friends, no one will see you as anything more than an Uchiha and a Sharingan.”

“And you?”

“I admire you. And, don’t take it the wrong way, but I feel sorry for you. No one should have gone through what you did. And . . . I l—”

He never got the word out. Sasuke moved faster than Neji could have believed and was pressing his lips to Neji’s. It was a passionate kiss that lasted over a minute. Unsure if Sasuke was trying to stop Neji from saying it or not—since this was the second time Sasuke had stopped him—he didn’t try to repeat it. Sasuke pulled away and snuggled against Neji’s chest. They fell asleep like that.

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Sasuke woke with a start. He hadn’t meant to fall asleep. He checked to see if he could sense his brother nearby. Nothing. He shook Neji awake.

“You have to get out of here before Itachi gets back. Take a quick shower here to get the smell of sex off you before you leave.”

Neji obeyed. Sasuke stripped the bed of the soiled sheets and remade it. Neji was quick; he dressed and left. Sasuke jumped in the shower and thoroughly cleaned any trace of sex from his body, anything his brother or Kakashi—both of whom had the annoying habit of enhancing their senses—might smell.

Dried and redressed, Sasuke ran his clothes and bedding to the laundry then wondered into the receiving room. He found Shikamaru just lying around so he challenged him to game of shogi.

They were playing when Itachi and Kakashi returned. Sasuke looked up at their arrival, concerned for their safety despite the fact he had all but thrown them out.

“Why are you wet?”

“It’s snowing in the village,” Kakashi said.

“Just as well,” Itachi said, “the weather hid the fact there were outsiders walking around. We got everything, plus winter cloaks for everyone. Orochimaru didn’t stock any here.”

“I’ll take these things to Sakura.” Kakashi left.

Itachi sat down near the shogi board. “So why did you herd the two of us out so suddenly?”

“It was just a thought that occurred to me and I wanted it dealt with.”

“Why’d you send your older brother and sensei? The oldest among the shinobi here. Why not go yourself or come with your dear nii-san?”

“I thought you’d like the air after all that walking around with Kisame.” Sasuke missed the momentary pained expression on Itachi’s face as he watched the board. “I knew you’d probably welcome Kakashi’s company more than mine.”

“I would prefer my brother’s company.”

Sasuke looked at him and smiled. “I’d rather be with you too. I’ll go with you next time.”

Sasuke looked back at the board. Itachi cocked his head curiously at his brother. Something was definitely different about him. He was generally more relaxed. What had happened while they were gone? Maybe he let Sakura or Karin give him a message. Or he got laid. Itachi couldn’t repress a smirk.

He looked over at Shikamaru; he was concentrating so hard he had ignored everything around him. Itachi slid over to sit behind and to the side of his brother. He put an arm around him, relishing being so close to his precious brother again, and took in the situation on the board. Maybe he would help his little brother out. But Sasuke was winning. Kakashi had explained how much a genus Shikamaru was and that Shikamaru never lost at shogi.

Shikamaru gave up. “You win.”

Sasuke tried not to smirk too superiorly. “Best game I’ve played in a very long time.”

“No one’s ever beat me except my father.”

“Shikaku was always brilliant,” Itachi commented.

“You knew him?”

“In passing. He sometimes planned ANBU missions.” Itachi stood. “I need to change.” He smiled at his brother in silent congratulations and left.

Sasuke smirked. “Play again?”

Two corridors connected this room to the rest of the hideout. Neji came out of the opposite one from where Itachi exited.

“Avoiding Itachi?”

“Like the plague.”

Sasuke’s answering smile made him feel warm despite the low temperature here near the entrance. But then Sasuke spotted the bandage on his neck. Neji saw him inwardly facepalm. It was amusing to watch the Uchiha sweat, but Neji was smart enough not to let it show.

“I just thought of something,” Sasuke was thinking as fast as he could. “Being so close to the Land of Iron, there should be something on it here. Neji, why don’t you help me search some of the deeper rooms.”

“Ah.”

“Excuse me, Shikamaru.”

Shikamaru waved him off still looking at the board retracing the moves of the game to see where he went wrong. Sasuke practically dragged Neji down the hall.

Sasuke came to a stop in front of Kabuto’s old room and activated his Sharingan, examining the room beyond the door. Neji did the same with his Byakugan. Nothing. Sasuke opened the door and dragged Neji inside then shut the door.

“I didn’t think of that.”

“Nor did I.”

Sasuke rummaged through on the drawers. “Kabuto didn’t like to go around with love bites either.” He pulled out some makeup and motioned for Neji to sit down on the bed. Sasuke sat beside him, tore off the bandage, and applied the makeup. “Damn, I didn’t think it would be that bad.”

“I bruise easily.”

“So do I. Sorry, I forgot about my brother.”

“I’m actually glad to hear you say that.”

Sasuke huffed then scowled. “It’s not working. Then again, I have no experience applying makeup. Maybe I can trick Sakura into showing me how to heal bruises and punctures.”

“Just ask her what to do in case you’re mauled by a cat.” Sasuke laughed. The sound scared Neji at first and he recoiled. “What?”

Sasuke answered by making a few hand signs and putting his hand on the bed sheets. A cat appeared along with a cloud of smoke.

“Hey, Sasuke,” the cat said.

“You’re going to have a cat maul me?” That elicited another snicker from Sasuke. That’s it then, Sasuke just needs to get laid more often. Sasuke had a sense of humor now. Either that or he had gone insane.

“This is Miya, one of the Uchiha cats.”

“Did you want me to maul the Hyuuga?”

“He’s not like your brother, is he?”

“No and no.” Sasuke put a hand out and Miya came closer and ached into his hand. Sasuke pulled him to him and started petting him. Miya purred loudly.

“Did you know about the Uchiha cats?”

“No.”

“When we were talking about using our summons to watch for Madara, Itachi and I were thinking about these guys as well as our birds. But that’s why I laughed. I guess we can be like cats.”

I wonder if you can be as affectionate as that cat, Neji thought as Miya ached and rubbed itself into Sasuke’s body. Neji put out a hand to pet Miya and was surprised when he didn’t pull away or hiss.

“Guess he really isn’t like your brother.”

“I’m willing to bet Itachi’s like this with Kakashi.”

“I can vouch for that,” Miya murmured.

“Wipe off that makeup,” Sasuke told Neji. Neji complied. Sasuke lifted Miya up. “Think that looks like you did it?”

“The jaw is too broad. I could fix that.”

“No, thank you,” Neji said.

“It’s yours,” Miya said to Sasuke. “Itachi’s not going to like it.”

“That’s why I wanted to blame it on you. If you don’t mind taking the blame, we can just re-bandage it.”

“He might have tried to brush me off his shoulder and I took a swipe at him.”

“Thank you. Want hang out here for a while, or go home?”

“We don’t see you kids enough.” Miya jumped up onto Sasuke’s shoulder. “You didn’t summon any of us after you reconciled with Itachi.”

“Sorry. We can talk about that before you leave. We’ll need your help in a few days to find Madara.”

“We’ll help, of course. Madara. I never knew him. We stayed loyal to the clan. Madara was never quite right after his brother’s death. You can’t really blame him for being bitter about it all, but he’s gone too far.”

“What do you mean?” Neji asked.

“His younger brother died in a battle against the Senju,” Sasuke explained. “Before he could have his revenge, Senju requested an alliance. Madara was the only one against it; the clan overruled him. They made peace with the people who killed his brother. Then he was passed over to become Hokage. After the clan refused to fight for him, he fought the First Hokage. He lost and vanished. Until now.”

“Some of us think he went a little crazy,” Miya said. He patted Sasuke’s head gently with a paw. “We were worried about you two kids.”

“We’re fine now.”

“I was certain we lost Itachi. Don’t make us worry again.”

“Ah. Let’s go bandage your neck again and join the others.”

-----

Itachi was still stripping when Kakashi came in.

“I think Sasuke had fun while we were gone.”

Kakashi started stripping his wet clothes as well. “Huh?”

“I’ve never seen him so calm. Well, not since he was a kid. He’s relaxed.”

“Well, there are two women here who would give anything to spend just an hour alone with him.” Kakashi’s eye raked Itachi’s bare chest.

“You better not be thinking of my brother at the moment.”

“Who?”

Itachi chuckled, but sobered quickly. “I want him to be happy. Sakura can’t cook and Karin seems to have a tendency to fly off the handle.”

“You’re assuming it’s a woman.” Itachi looked concerned. “What is it? It’s not like that kind of relationship is distasteful to you.”

“We’re the last of the Uchiha. If neither of us have children, that’s the end of the clan. Perhaps that’s for the best. Our clan’s been cursed and bloodstained from the beginning. What I did was just the latest atrocity. A nice climax, huh?”

“You can be amazingly depressing.”

Itachi’s head snap up to look at Kakashi, shocked.

“I love you, I’ll comfort you, but you’re just looking for reasons to be depressed. A minute ago you were happy that your brother finally got laid and now you’re looking for reasons to blame yourself for something again.”

“If it bothers you so much—”

“Stop it. Stop punishing yourself. Let Sasuke do that if he’s so inclined. Anyway, there’s always surrogates. Forget the past and future of the clan for one week. You have to fight Madara. Worry about these things when the fight is over, once we’re settled, in Konoha . . . or somewhere else.”

“At least you’re a realist when it comes to that.”

“I’m not so sure we’ll be welcome back. We’ll flee to somewhere relatively safe. Sasuke and I have friends in the Land of Waves. Maybe we can even salvage Oto; Sasuke probably still had some authority there.”

“We’ll see. But if it was the Hyuuga, I’ll tear out his spleen.”

-----

Everyone easily believed a temperamental Uchiha—even though it was a cat—would attack Neji and his injury was quickly ignored. Except by Itachi who smirked every time he saw the bandage.

All too soon, it was their last night. Sasuke and Itachi spent most of their time together; it might be their last time together, ever. Itachi pulled Sasuke along with him and Kakashi to Sasuke’s room.

“Sleep well, Otouto.”

“You too, nii-san.”

Kakashi and Sasuke nodded to each other and the lovers continued on to their room. Sasuke entered his room, pulled his sword from his belt, and leaned back against the door. He unsheathed the sword and examined it. It didn’t need maintenance. He was anxious and knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep. But he knew he had no other preparations to make. He decided to mediate for a while.

As he pulled away from the door, someone knocked on it. Sasuke opened it with a grin. Neji. Sasuke pulled him inside before someone could see him.

“I wanted to see you before the mission,” Neji said.

“Is that some type of ‘tomorrow we may die’ proposal? Well, I don’t think I can sleep just yet,” Sasuke said suggestively.

“I don’t think I can either. But your brother . . .”

“What do you think he and Kakashi are doing right now? He won’t be able to tell my lust from his own.”

“Oh.”

Sasuke started striping. Neji caught himself staring and then started stripping as well with a blush. Sasuke approached and kissed him, holding his head between his hands. Neji was a little bolder and fought Sasuke’s tongue which only made Sasuke redouble his efforts. Neji rubbed his hand up and down Sasuke’s soft smooth sides then ran his fingers lightly up his extended upper arms. Sasuke’s skin felt so good to him.

Neji eased away to kiss Sasuke’s neck, wanting to pleasure him in any way possible. Sasuke let him do as he pleased, moving his hands into Neji’s long hair. Neji moved down to suck on Sasuke’s chest.

Soon, Neji knelt before Sasuke and tentatively lapped at the tip of his cock. Gaining a bit of confidence and filled with a desire to please and pleasure Sasuke, Neji took the head of his cock into his mouth. Sasuke hissed. Neji’s eyes flew up to Sasuke’s face; his eyes were shut in pleasure. Neji lavished the head with attention, circling his tongue around it and sucking gently. He moved slowly down the shaft, caressing it with his tight lips. The smooth lips contrasted deliciously with Neji’s rough tongue undulating after them.

Sasuke’s hand went to Neji’s hair. He wasn’t pulling him further onto his cock, but petting and caressing the chocolate hair, encouraging him and soothing him. Neji appreciated the change in mood. Sasuke could tell when he wanted things rougher and when he needed something softer like now. He looked up lovingly at his lover, but Sasuke was still enjoying his first blowjob with his eyes shut.

When the head hit the back of Neji’s throat, he paused. He concentrated on restraining his gag reflex and how to breathe then took the rest of Sasuke’s length. His throat convulsed around the head as he took the last of Sasuke’s length. Sasuke’s hand gripped Neji’s hair, but did not force him to do anything.

Once Sasuke got used to the feeling, he looked down at Neji to find him staring up at him as he moved up and down his length. Sasuke shut eyes again in an attempt to stave off his orgasm.

Neji slid off his cock and moved his head under it to mouth Sasuke’s balls. He moved his cheek against the underside his Sasuke’s length. Sasuke nearly growled.

Neji pulled away.

“I want to see you transform again.”

“I thought we agreed it was ‘grotesque.’” Sasuke’s voice was breathless.

“The wings, but the rest of you wasn’t. At least what I could see. I want to see all of you like that, just once.”

“I should warn you, my temper is shorter in that form.”

“I’ll do whatever you say.” Sasuke believed him.

The flame-like black marks spread out from the curse mark on his shoulder, turned red, then the dark lavender skin took over the creamy white. The wings sprouted and his cock turned nearly black. Neji looked up and down to take in the beautiful body in this darker hue.

“You’re always beautiful,” Neji said. He took Sasuke darker length back inside his mouth. He kept his eyes open and upturned. After a while, he reached up and touched the lowest of the sharp claws of the hand-like wings. He disengaged his mouth. “Do you have feeling in the wings?”

“Yes,” Sasuke said distractedly after taking a moment to interpret the words.

Neji stood and got behind Sasuke. Sasuke did not move or protest, curious. Neji caressed one of the fingers. The wing twitched.

Neji drew a finger down Sasuke’s spine. The wings rose like they were shrugging. He then kissed the root of the right wing and mouthed his way along one monstrous finger. The claw was not keratin or bone, but the same skin covered tendon-like flesh as the rest of the finger. Neji sucked on the end of the claw; it was very sharp, but Neji was careful with it. He caressed the webbing between the fingers to find them only hard skin, without the firm tendon under it.

“I want you to fuck me like this.”

Sasuke couldn’t stop himself from turning to look at him over his shoulder, his wing blocking his view. “You want what?”

“I want to see you like this as you fuck me. I want to see your gold eyes and wings as you take me, just once.”

One of Sasuke’s wings twitched in interest. He nodded. Neji went to the bed. Sasuke mounted the bed, grabbed the lube, and coated his darkened length; Neji’s eyes never left it as Sasuke prepared himself. He looked up at Sasuke’s face and the wings behind him as Sasuke grabbed Neji’s hips and pressed in without preparation; he knew Neji wanted and reveled in the pain. Neji confirmed this by groaning with pleasure.

“I think you’re larger like this,” Neji struggled to say.

“Could be.”

Sasuke moved to hover over Neji’s body as he started fucking him. His wings moved on their own as he lost himself in the pleasure of Neji’s tight body. The wings rolled as if Sasuke was rolling his shoulders, twitched, curled, stretched, and sometimes beat like a bird about to take off. Neji was mesmerized by the movement of the wings when he could keep his eyes open from the pummeling his body was taking. Sasuke seemed a little more sensitive in this form, either that or he was more easily distracted by sensation because his head curled forward with his chin tucked against his chest, ignoring Neji’s presence.

Neji took no offence, but he wanted to see Sasuke’s altered face. He brushed his fingers through Sasuke’s longer, bluish hair, but Sasuke didn’t lift his head. Neji put a hand to his cheek and gently guided Sasuke’s head up so that he could see the black star between his eyes. The black and gold eyes opened. He touched the black star; the movement from Sasuke’s thrusts into his body making his fingers rub lightly against Sasuke’s forehead and nose. Sasuke’s wings stretched back at that and Sasuke let him touch him.

The pleasure was building in Neji’s body and his hand dropped to the sheets. Sasuke picked up the pace. His finger nails had grown into claws and he used them to lightly rake Neji’s erection. He was careful not to break the skin as Neji bucked up into his hand. Sasuke then grabbed his cock and pulled him off to his release. Sasuke thrust desperately into his convulsing body to release deep inside. Sasuke collapsed onto Neji. The curse seal retreated. Neji watched as the wings shrunk away and Sasuke’s hair shortened and darkened. He brought up a hand to rub Sasuke’s neck.

“Thank you, I know you don’t like using the curse seal.”

“Still hurts.”

“It causes you pain? I didn’t know that.”

“Your Byakugan never showed you?”

“You are hard to read.”

“I’m probably just so used to the pain I don’t show it.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Doesn’t hurt that badly.”

“I’m just sort of fascinated by your wings. Most of us Hyuuga are birds in a cage. To see someone who actually has wings . . .”

Neji lifted his head to pull the tie of his headband. He put his head back down and pulled the forehead protector away. Sasuke looked up with casual interest. The green manji symbol was there, just as Sasuke knew it would be.

“Orochimaru told me about it. It’s a cruel thing to do to members of your own clan. But I’m one to talk. My own clan hasn’t exactly been at peace internally since Konoha was founded. At least your clan isn’t defined by isolation and treachery.” Sasuke turned his head to lay it down on Neji’s chest again.

“Isolation,” Neji said, talking about his own clan. “I would have said treachery four years ago. The Uchiha weren’t always treacherous.”

“The Uchiha should have never have stayed in Konoha. They should have left and established their own village. But then we would have always been at war with Konoha no doubt. Unless that original alliance could have survived.”

“It won’t matter anymore.”

“No, it won’t. No matter what, it won’t.” He kissed Neji.

“Take me again.”

Sasuke chuckled. “I just cam; give me a few minutes.”

But he had help there. A wonderful sensation rushed through him. It reminded him of an impending orgasm. While fucking Neji, he had let his defenses drop. He was feeling his brother’s feelings. It felt like he hadn’t cum at all, but at this stage, even if Itachi were to cum now, Sasuke would not be able to; it was a frustrating feeling, and a little painful.

“Son of a bitch,” he gasped.

“What’s wrong?”

“Itachi’s getting close. Too sensitive for that.” Despite the little bit of pain, the feeling of Itachi’s lust jump started his erection. The frustration caused Sasuke to claw the mattress; he wanted to cum, but there was no way he could just yet. Neji pulled his hand away from the sheets and to his chest. Sasuke’s fingers curled and scratched Neji’s skin.

“Want to see my wings again?” Sasuke growled.

“Won’t that hurt more?”

“Both of us. You especially.”

Neji nodded. Sasuke let the curse seal take over again. “I have a bad habit of transforming when I’m irritated. And I bet Itachi can feel my foul, cold chakra.”

“You get vindictive.”

“Yes, I do,” he growled menacingly. In his demonic looking form, it was frightening. But they both felt Neji’s erection coming back to life. “I want to take out my frustration on you.”

“Please.”

Neji was still mostly soft when Sasuke’s half hard cock entered him. He cried out. More than before, Neji felt that foul chakra now that Sasuke had chosen to indulge it. Sasuke’s fingernails had become talons and they pierced the skin on Neji’s bicep. Sasuke was really frightening when he chose to indulge the curse seal, but he showed restraint in not piercing the muscle. Sasuke fucked him in long quick strokes and raked the talons of one hand down Neji’s chest, shallowly again. As frightening as it was, the pain and the pummeling of his prostate had Neji hard very quickly.

Neji watched Sasuke as much as he could, but it was difficult considering his treatment. Sasuke cam very suddenly; he snarled when he did. The wings retreated and Sasuke panted, his head tucked against his chest, while his body returned to normal.

He looked up at Neji. Sasuke’s eyes were tired and a bit apologetic. He leaned in and lapped at the open wounds. It stung, just enough to sustain Neji’s erection along with just the fact Sasuke was tending him. With his tongue.

He latched onto Neji’s nipple with his teeth and stroked Neji’s erection until he cam as well.

“Forgive me,” Sasuke said. “I didn’t mean to be that rough.”

“It’s fine.”

“Maybe you should go. You never know if my brother will show up in the morning.”

“I can just hide under the bed.”

Sasuke chuckled. “He won’t be fooled.”

“I won’t leave you to be alone anymore.” Sasuke’s head snapped up to look at him. “You said you didn’t want to be alone anymore when you were half asleep a few days ago. I promise not to leave you alone as long as I can help it.”

Sasuke settled back down in a comfortable position to sleep. “You should wake up early and get out of here before my brother decides to give me a wakeup call.”

“I will.”

-----

Kakashi shut the door and grabbed Itachi around the waist before he could get very far into the room. He nuzzled and kissed the younger man’s neck.

“This isn’t one of those ‘tomorrow we could die’ things, is it?” Itachi asked.

“Actually, it is.”

“Well, I agree.” Itachi started stripping below the waist while Kakashi held onto him. “If you let go, we could get naked and get to it.”

“Damn, I love you.” Kakashi let go and they were naked and in bed within seconds.

Kakashi went down on Itachi slowly, wanting this to last. Itachi lay there and enjoyed it.

“Senpai . . .” Itachi sounded remarkably desperate all of a sudden.

Kakashi looked up at his face and saw Itachi shiver.

“What is it?”

“Sasuke.”

“What about him?”

“He’s using his curse seal. His chakra is cold and . . . dark.”

“He’s probably just getting some training in before tomorrow.”

Kakashi noticed something out of the corner of his eye. He looked to see part of Itachi’s arm darkening. He looked back at Itachi’s face about to comment on it, but saw something darker in his eyes.

“Why did you stop?” Itachi’s voice was nearly a growl. He was darker, but he was just as enticing. Kakashi disregarded the odd look and continued; it was still Itachi, just a little chakra contamination. Itachi’s fingers tangled in his hair and he pulled Kakashi down. Kakashi obediently took Itachi down his throat. It was a little brutal with Itachi holding him down and raising his hips, but Kakashi could breathe easily through his nose and he couldn’t blame him for the change caused by the curse seal.

When Sasuke entered Neji, Itachi felt it and pulled Kakashi away by the hair and turned him onto his back. Itachi entered him with no more lube than his saliva. Luckly, Kakashi was fine with that.

The brothers mimicked each other at that point, both taking their lovers are hard as they pleased. Itachi was more aggressive being less accustomed to the curse seal’s effects. He bent down and latched his teeth on Kakashi’s neck hard. Kakashi nearly cried out at the bite. Itachi sucked blood from the wound.

After several minutes of Itachi’s nawing on his neck and fucking him at a random pace, Itachi suddenly tensed up like he was cuming, but nothing escaped him. His lust died down and the color of his skin returned to normal. When Itachi opened his eyes, the darkness was gone.

“Sasuke’s suppressed the seal,” Itachi said. “I’m alright.”

“You two,” Kakashi sighed.

“I want you inside me.”

“My pleasure.” They traded positions. Kakashi lubed up and entered his little lover. Itachi raised his hips to meet Kakashi’s. Kakashi watched his raven’s face and the way his hair was sprayed across the pillow. He reached out to touch Itachi’s cheek, smoothing the hair back from the cooling sweat there.

“You’re so beautiful, Itachi.”

Itachi’s black eyes opened to look into Kakashi’s one open gray eye. “You’re not bad looking yourself, sempai.”

Kakashi paused and bent down to kiss him. Once their lips were attached, he started moving again. Itachi pulled away to breath. He was definitely back to normal.

However, when Itachi got close, Kakashi watched as his skin darkened; his skin did not darken as much as Sasuke’s, but his color approached a light lavender. Itachi’s eyes opened and they were black and gold and the shadow of a black star appeared on his nose. This was much worse than before. Itachi turned on him, flipping Kakashi onto his back.

Itachi’s fingernails seemed to be sharper, but they had not turned into Sasuke’s talons. Nevertheless, they left livid welts when dragged down Kakashi’s chest, replacing those that had already disappeared from a few days ago.

Even though Itachi had no real experience dealing with the curse seal, he was still aware. “I’m still in control, but just don’t ask me to stop,” he growled at Kakashi.

Kakashi wasn’t really afraid of Itachi, he could physically overpower him whenever he wanted, but this Itachi was slightly frightening. But he was also so beautiful, even like this. For a moment he wanted to see the brothers together like this. Well, not exactly like this.

Itachi reached for Kakashi’s throat. His grip was tight, but not murderously so. Itachi entered him and was merciless, but Kakashi judged by the strength of his grip that Itachi was still in control so he could just enjoy it, deciding to indulge his masochistic side.

Endorphins and adrenaline flooded Kakashi’s system at the decreased amount of oxygen. With his eyes shut, it wasn’t so different from when Itachi was just a bit angry. At least Itachi hadn’t sprouted grotesque wings.

“Damn it, Sasuke,” Itachi cursed in a low voice. “He’s not even trying to shield me from it. All I want is to hurt you. His bloodlust is amazing.”

He pressed harder against Kakashi’s throat, cutting off all air. Itachi’s unnaturally sharp nails threatened to cut into Kakashi’s flesh as he pulled his hand away, leaving red marks over his throat. Kakashi gasped for air. Itachi couldn’t even look sorry at this point.

Once the spots cleared from his vision, Kakashi saw the evil glint in his lover’s eyes, reflecting the candle light beautifully and threateningly. It was almost like when they faced each other as enemies, but even then, that evil glint was absent. Kakashi wondered if his eyes looked something like this when he faced a real enemy.

“I don’t want to kill you,” Itachi said.

“I’m glad.” Kakashi couldn’t think of anything else to say.

“However,” Itachi purred and looked more menacing.

In the dim light, Kakashi saw Itachi grabbing for the kunai they kept close for protection. Kakashi caught his wrist and pushed him away, penning him to the wall.

“Get a hold of yourself, Itachi!”

“It wasn’t so bad in battle; he must have tried to protect me from it then. Feels stronger.” Itachi loosened his grip and the kunai fell. “Let me fuck you, please. I’m desperate.”

Kakashi looked at him closely, saw the menacing intensity somewhat subdued. He loosened his own grip on Itachi’s wrists. Itachi didn’t move for a few seconds. Then suddenly Itachi turned the tables, pressing Kakashi’s back against the wall and embedding his long nails into the skin of his bicep.

But rather than become more violent, Itachi became more interested in fucking him. Itachi thrust up into him and Kakashi let him. It was a little rough, but it was better than Itachi using a kunai on him. It didn’t take for Itachi long to cum.

Then Sasuke’s orgasm ripped up Itachi’s back. Itachi’s body bowed back in the double orgasm, his nails embedded in Kakashi’s skin ripped out. The curse seal retreated from the bodies of both brothers. Itachi collapsed onto the bed. Kakashi lay next to him.

“I’ll have to warn Sasuke never to do that again. I’m sorry, but the curse seal makes us aggressive.”

“Not too bad, except when you tried to stab me,” Kakashi said with a small laugh.

Kakashi was relieved when Itachi was back to normal enough to smile at him. They kissed. Kakashi caressed the side of his slim waist. Itachi’s body was covered in a thin sheen of cold sweat. The curse seal took a toll on him.

“You’ve not cum yet,” Itachi said.

“A little afraid to, actually.”

Itachi pulled away to lower himself onto Kakashi’s erection. Kakashi groaned in satisfaction. It felt good, but Kakashi’s favorite part of this position was watching his little raven.

Kakashi was reminded that this may be the last time they ever spend together. He sat up carefully, pulled Itachi back with him until Kakashi leaned back against the low headboard. Itachi was compliant with whatever his lover wanted. Kakashi pulled him close and kissed him.

“I love you more than anything.”

“I wish I could say the same, but you’re number two,” Itachi said with a flirtatious smile.

“I don’t mind being number two to your brother; he’s precious to me too.”

“But I love you more than anyone else.”

Kakashi reached behind Itachi to rub at the base of his spine. He knew where to touch Itachi to make him feel good. Itachi began moving as waves of pleasure shot up his spine.

They went at a slow pace this time, uninterrupted by Sasuke’s curse seal this time. Once the sensitivity left Itachi’s cock, Kakashi stroked it so he could catch up to Kakashi and they could come together. It took some time, but Kakashi didn’t mind.

“Sempai,” Itachi whined as he got close. Kakashi aimed right for his prostate and caressed the head of his cock until Itachi came on their chests. Kakashi needed no more than that cry to join him. Itachi curled into Kakashi’s broader chest to catch his breath.

“We’ll finish this soon,” Itachi said. “I just want it to be over and get settled somewhere with you and Sasuke.”

“Just a few more hours at best.”

“And get rid of that curse seal.” He licked the drying blood from hwere his nails pireced Kakashi’s upper arm. “We should sleep. Sorry for trying to kill you.”

“This time or the two previous times.”

“Humph. All the above. Thank you, for everything, Kakashi.”

“Don’t start thinking fatalistically.”

“I’m not.” He moved down to lie down. Kakashi moved as well. Itachi snuggled up against Kakashi’s chest and tucked his head under Kakashi’s chin. His breath tickled Kakashi’s chest.

“My pleasure. Sleep well, my little raven.”

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Seriously, why does Sasuke wear so much crap?! He’s got the wrap, the baggy shorts, and the tight pants. What the fuck? Your crotch cold? Sasuke, strip for god’s sake! It is a lot for nice long strip tease, but come on. I’m going to change Sasuke’s outfit, this is ridiculous! A tight black very-ninja-like outfit. ‘K?! What was Kishimoto thinking with this outfit?! *spazes out completely!*
Alright, these lemons took forever to get to the point where I liked them. I had all these little scenes imagined, but I had to piece them together, which was hard. Battles coming!!!!
And yes, it’s a little joke that both Sasuke and Itachi bring up the ‘tomorrow we may die’ thing.
We see Sasuke with a dark blue/purple color skin and a dark beige skin in the curse seal transformation. I chose the bluish purple.
Japanese sexual terms to know: goshujin=master dorei=slave