No Revenge Is As Complete As Forgiveness

A/N: Finally, another chapter. And this time it's dealing with the aftermath of their ordeal at the cemetery.



CHAPTER 18



Their house was dark and quiet when Sasuke helped Itachi through the door and led him to the kitchen. Sitting him at the table he turned the lights on looked back at him. Itachi sat slumped in his chair, his head bowed, long, luxurious hair coming free of his ponytail and hiding his face behind a glossy black curtain.



“You must be hungry.” Sasuke said quietly. “I was making dinner before Bishamon came.” He paused and shuffled his feet. “It’ll probably be cold now though.”



Itachi’s fingers were playing with the hem of his shirt, twisting and folding it again and again.



“I’d love to have dinner with you.” He said in a small voice.



He appeared so painfully vulnerable that it hurt Sasuke to look at him like that. Once, he had dreamed of driving his arrogant, sadistic brother to his knees, of making him beg, of breaking through his walls, but now that he got that, he no longer wanted it. They had both experienced enough pain, enough heartbreak and hardship. It was time to stop this, time to at least try to heal.



Sasuke reached for him and tucked his hair behind his ear so he could see his face.



“I’ll set the table. Why don’t you go wash? It’ll be ready when you’re back.”



Itachi nodded and quietly got up and left the kitchen for the bathroom. Bishamon jumped on the kitchen counter and looked Sasuke with his big, yellow eyes.



“Whatever you saw in his mind must’ve convinced you to let go of your anger.” He commented, the tip of the fluffy tail twitching curiously back and forth. Sasuke nodded as he turned the stove on again to reheat their dinner and reached for the kitchen sink to wash as well.



“I am tired of being angry, Bishamon.”



“Good. It was high time.” The cat paused and then asked “Do you have more of that delicious tuna fish?”



A muscle above Sasuke’s eyebrow twitched with annoyance.



“You’re incorrigible!”



“I’m not incorrigible, I’m a cat, Sasuke-kun. It’s my natural state of being.” Was the self-important answer.



“What would that state be?”



“Cranky and hungry.”



Sasuke couldn’t help it and laughed at those words, quickly joined by the cat’s hoarse voice. It was good to be back home.



When Itachi returned – appearing much more fresh-faced than before – Sasuke had set the table and was sitting on the floor, his legs folded under him. A little distance away Bishamon was labouring over a small plate – practically inhaling the fish he’d given him.



“It smells great, Sasuke.” Itachi said as he slid down to his knees as too, well-aware where the table was situated. He reached for his chopsticks and carefully picked them up, but not before Sasuke noticed that his fingers were trembling. His hand covered Itachi’s and squeezed.



“It’s okay.” He slid closer to him, wrapping his other arm around his shoulders. “We’re home now. We’re safe. We’re together.” He leaned and planted a gentle kiss on his cheek, then on his throat. “I won’t allow anyone to separate us ever again, nii-san.”



Itachi shivered in his arms and turned his head away from him.



“How can you bear to touch me, Sasuke, now that you know how weak I was? How I allowed them to manipulate me and bully me into committing these terrible crimes?”



Sasuke gripped his chin and turned him again, this time pressing his lips against his. He tasted salt – Itachi must’ve cried in the bathroom.



“You were a child and you did the best you could do under those circumstances. You made sure they didn’t suffer. I told you, Nii-san, I am ready to be free of this. And I am ready to set you free as well, if you’d allow me.”



After a moment, Itachi nodded and offered his mouth for another kiss. Sasuke was only happy to oblige as he pulled him in his lap and pressed his lips to his, his tongue running playfully over Itachi’s teeth before being let inside.



“Dinner’s going to get cold again.” Bishamon grumbled from the corner of the room and they both paused unhappily.



“He’s right. You need to eat. Afterwards we’ll have plenty of time.”



“I don’t care about dinner, Sasuke.” Said Itachi, surprisingly forceful, his arms wrapped around Sasuke’s shoulders, long legs straddling his narrow hips. The elder Uchiha rocked against him and they both shuddered. “I need you.” He moaned in his ear, soft, agile tongue tracing the sensitive flesh of his throat. “I need you now. I need you inside me, Sasuke.”



Sasuke hissed at the urgency in Itachi’s plea. His fingers curled in his long hair and pulled away the ribbon that held it in a ponytail at the nape of his neck. The long, luxurious tresses spilled down Itachi’s back and Sasuke buried his face in it, inhaling his scent – the shampoo he had used this morning, sweat and dust from the day’s activities, grass and fallen leaves from where he had lain on the ground in the cemetery. The scent was intoxicating, alluring, it filled his senses until he felt he could get drunk on it, drunk on Itachi himself. It occurred to him that no matter how hard he tried to change their roles, to take control, he’d always be the younger brother who followed his nii-san around, who desperately wanted to please him. His lips closed over the smooth white flesh of his throat and he suckled until he was sure he had left a mark, feeling him tense and tremble in his arms as he did that, the heat pressed against his crotch intensifying as they both hardened.



“As if I have ever been able to refuse you anything.” He whispered against Itachi bruised throat.



Sasuke tucked his hands under Itachi’s hips to hold him and got up from his chair, his brother legs wrapped around his hips and his arms around his shoulders.



Purposefully he strode out of the kitchen, heading for their bedroom, determined to do this on a soft, large bed rather than a rickety table.



Bishamon wisely chose to keep his mouth shut for a change.



He laid Itachi down on the bed and looked at him as he towered over him – long limbs, perfect skin, flushed lips, long raven hair spread around his pretty face in dark, glossy waves – the very image of perfect temptation. His legs were already spreading invitingly and he was rubbing an elegant hand against his crotch, palming himself through the thin cotton pants he wore.



“So desperate tonight.” Sasuke murmured quietly as he watched him touch himself, his own arousal spiking at the sight. Itachi mewled softly at those words, aware that he was being watched even if he couldn’t see Sasuke doing it. “And so shameless in your need.” Sasuke continued as he reached and gripped Itachi’s wrist to still his hand. “But this is for me to do, nii-san, isn’t it?” he teased as he pushed his hand away and pressed his own against the heated flesh. He could feel it throbbing in his palm as he rubbed him up and down through his pants, their material so thin and flimsy that he could see the outline of his balls through them as spread as his legs were. He leaned and hungrily mouthed them through the cloth, his fingers teasing the tip of his cock. Itachi keened under him and arched into his touch and into his mouth.



“More, Sasuke, more!”



He was as eager to please Itachi as ever, Sasuke realized with a smile as he reached for the hem of the pants pulled them down as his brother lifted his hips off the bed both to assist him and to press himself further against his teasing mouth. His erection sprang from the thin material, already red and leaking and Sasuke hungrily traced the throbbing vein on the underside all the way to the tip to lick the clear fluid that had gathered there. Itachi whimpered and one of his hands buried its fingers in Sasuke’s much shorter locks, the other sliding under his own shirt to tease his chest and nipples.



“Need you so much…”



Sasuke gripped the base of Itachi’s cock to keep him in place then wrapped his mouth around the tip, tasting his bitter essence as he swirled his tongue around the flaring tip. He closed his eyes and focused on the task at hand – surely if he looked up at his brother to see him arching and writhing under his ministrations he would lose control and simply turn him over to fuck him. He didn’t want that, not now when they had finally found some measure of peace and understanding. He wanted tonight to be special.



He drew back and licked him from root to tip, then dragged his swollen lips against its side, his tongue sneaking between them to follow a wet, heated trail. Itachi whimpered sweetly, his hand still in Sasuke’s hair, petting tenderly, massaging the nape of his neck as he held his brother’s erection and rubbed his cheek against it, then leaned to lick the juncture of hip and thigh.



Itachi squirmed under him as he did so and Sasuke remembered he was ticklish there. Smiling, he repeated the action on the other side and Itachi actually giggled as he squirmed again, the laughter morphing in a little moan of pleasure as he moved to take one of his balls in his mouth, rolling his tongue over the taut globe.



“Oh, ooooh, Sasuke!” Itachi wailed above him and Sasuke smiled around a mouthful before letting go and finally looking up, his breath catching in his throat at the sight. Itachi had removed his own shirt while Sasuke had been busy and his toned chest heaved with pleasure and arousal. The blush on his cheeks and neck had spread down to his neck and shoulders, his nipples hard and red as he had been playing with them the whole time. His unseeing eyes were closed, long lashes trembling against flushed cheeks and Sasuke whished there was a way to help him, dreaming of a moment where they would be able to look at each other as they made love.



“You look beautiful.” He whispered as he planted a tender kiss on his navel, his tongue dipping inside to tease him. Itachi shivered and smiled at the compliment.



“You did too… today, when we were… connected.” He answered quietly. “It is how you looked like now, isn’t it?” something in his tone was both so hopeful and broken at the same that Sasuke’s closed his eyes for a moment, trying to fend off the grief that threatened to overtake him. This was a happy moment. He wasn’t going to let their past hurt them anymore.



He exhaled softly and kissed his way up Itachi’s chest, paying special attention to all the sensitive spots he had already discovered. By the time he reached Itachi’s lips his brother was writhing under him all over again, arching and moaning, his hands digging in Sasuke’s shoulders for support.



He claimed his brother’s lips in a hungry, possessive kiss before withdrawing and tenderly kissing his closed eyes, first the left, then the right.



“Yes, nii-san, it’s how I look like now.”



Itachi smiled at those words, a real, beautiful smile, full of warmth. He reached and carefully laid his hands over Sasuke’s face, sensitive fingers tracing his elegant features - the high forehead, straight nose, sculpted cheekbones, full lips. Sasuke leaned into the caress and tenderly kissed Itachi’s fingers as they traced over his lips. Itachi sighed and pushed himself up to kiss him again as his hands slid down and slipped over Sasuke’s throat. It was such a vulnerable moment, to have his brother’s hands around his neck like that, the same brother who had caused him so much agony in the past. For the first time Sasuke realized he no longer feared that touch, no longer felt apprehensive that the fingers would tighten and hurt him again. And they didn’t, remaining gentle as they moved to massage his shoulders and slid over his chest. He gasped when Itachi pinched his nipples and then leaned to kiss and lick them, rosy lips closing over rosier buds. His own hands came up and buried themselves in Itachi’s luxurious locks as he arched into his mouth.



Itachi smiled against his chest and wrapped one hand around his middle turned them over until it was Sasuke lying on his back on the bed, with Itachi straddling his narrow hips and continuing his ministrations. Their arousals were pressed together and Sasuke reached between them to wrap his fingers around both and rub them together, already slick with precome. Itachi gasped when he did that and bit his nipple, soothing the hurt with his tongue when Sasuke gasped. His hips were already rocking in Sasuke’s touch and he moaned against his chest before leaning up.



“Sasuke…” his voice had grown hoarse and deep as his own hand joined Sasuke’s. “Give me the slick.” It was more of an order than a request and Sasuke could only nod for a moment before he realized Itachi couldn’t see him.



“Yes.” He managed to say after a few unsuccessful tries. He let go from Itachi for a moment to reach into the bedside drawer and rummage through it with shaky fingers before he located the small tube, then turned and pressed it into Itachi’s hands. The elder Uchiha smiled and uncapped the gel, squeezing a generous amount on his fingers and setting it carefully on the bed next to his left knee, then reached behind himself. His jaw went slack with pleasure when his own fingers breached him and he moaned, hips rocking, their arousals sliding together wetly against each other. Sasuke watched him with wide, hungry eyes, his imagination running wild with the mental image of him preparing himself with his own fingers. Unable to help himself Sasuke grabbed the lube too and added more to his own hand, then reached around his brother and eased a finger into him as well, pressing against Itachi’s digits as they lubed and stretched him together. His mouth found Itachi’s and he kissed him wetly as he felt him ripple and twitch around their fingers, his passage as hot and wet as he remembered. Itachi answered the kiss just as hungrily before burying his face in Sasuke’s shoulder.



“More… more, I need you now.”



Sasuke nodded, shivers of anticipation running all over his body as he removed his fingers and slid his hands to Itachi’s hips, holding him gently as he pulled himself up and reached between them to guide Sasuke’s erection to his stretched entrance before lowering and impaling himself on it.



They both groaned at the entry, Itachi at the incredible sensation of being stretched so full and Sasuke at the feeling of his erection being engulfed in Itachi’s slick, tight heat.



“You feel so good, Sasuke, so good.” Itachi said between gasping breaths, then put his hands on Sasuke’s chest for leverage and began to rock on top of him, barely moving at first, slow and deliberate while he relaxed around his length. Sasuke could only stare up at him, his jaw slack with pleasure as his hips lifted and fell, trying to find the same rhythm as Itachi.



Slowly Itachi grew used to him and his pace increased, Sasuke’s hands on his hips gripping him tightly as he lifted him up and down, rocking under him as well, trying to impale him deeper and deeper. He could hear it, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh, soft, wet sounds as he slid in and out of him again and again. Itachi’s long hair was brushing teasingly against his thighs as he threw his head back, tickling the sensitive skin of his legs. Along with the sensation of the tight channel around his cock it was almost too much to bear.



“Nii-san…” he moaned softly. Itachi’s hands on his chest moved to his shoulders and he pulled him up until they were embracing, the elder Uchiha still straddling his hips, fucking himself on his cock. Sasuke wrapped one hand tightly around Itachi’s middle as he kissed and sucked his throat, his brother’s head thrown back in an open invitation to be marked, his other hand sliding between them and once again wrapping nimble fingers around his erection.



Finally it was too much for him and Itachi came, smashing his lips against Sasuke’s, moaning in his mouth as wetness shot from his cock again and again, smearing between their taut bellies. His channel rippled around Sasuke and all he could do was to thrust in a few more times before he slipped over the edge as well, shaking in the grips of pleasure so intense and exquisite that it was almost pain as he shot his seed inside his lover, his arm tightening around him and fingers digging into his side hard enough to leave bruises.



They fell back on the rumpled sheets, sweaty and shaking and sated. Itachi actually laughed, a warm, happy sound unlike anything Sasuke had ever heard coming out of his brother’s mouth before.



“I love you.” The elder Uchiha whispered against his lips before he kissed him tenderly, his hand cupping his face. Sasuke froze at those words, too shocked to hear them, realizing that this was the first time Itachi had ever said that to him since they were born.



“Sasuke?” he sounded unsure and apprehensive, apparently feeling Sasuke stiffening against him and probably interpreting his reaction incorrectly. He smiled and returned the kiss.



“It’s okay. I was just surprised, ‘is all. I love you too, nii-san.” And with pleasure he realized he wasn’t lying.