Tantalizing

Pairings: ItaSasu main, with some KakaSasu on the side.

Rating: M. Yeah that's right. Pervert.

Summary: The tension was so dense, so impenetrable in the air that they could taste it, touch it, breathe it. They were drowning in a mist of feelings neither of them could really name, let alone admit. ItaSasu main, KakaSasu side. Uchihacest, lemons.

Disclaimer: Do not own Naruto, nor do I make any money off it.

AN: I am so sorry you guys! This just didn’t want to be written, and I know you are probably wondering what this is, so I suggest you go back and read the first part again, to get your memory into shape. I’m sorry this is so short! I turned it into a three-shot, the ItaSasu is in the next part (:

Edit: Fixed a few mistakes! ALSO, I AM WAYYYY TO LAZY TO ADD ALL THE < I > AND AND SHIT, SOOO. IM SORRY

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Defying

It had been two weeks since the incident. Two slow, torturous weeks. Filled with pressing feelings, so intense and constant, pushing on their hearts, their chests, their minds. Taking in air was not something that came naturally now. It was something they had to remember how to do when thoughts of raven hair and onyx eyes and pale smooth skin were entertained by either of them.

It got to the point where Sasuke struggled to keep his heart from going erratic when his Aniki happened to be anywhere near his field of vision. He was still ashamed by the fact that Itachi knew about him and Kakashi, humiliated by getting caught trying to hide something he shouldn’t have done in the first place. It wasn’t an affair, no, it was barely consensual.

Sasuke couldn’t find a word to describe what transpired during those training weekends.

He often woke up in the middle of those crisp nights to fingers softly tracing incoherent, nonsensical designs on his skin, caressing, pushing black bangs from his fluttering eyes. It was something he couldn’t stop. Something he didn’t want to stop. And then, before he knew it, it was all around him, hard flesh and soft skin, warm breath, quiet moans and small arches. Then, salty tastes on his tongue and intrusions where no other body had been before. That’s when he knew it wasn’t something he really wanted.

Although his body told him other wise, he couldn’t help but hear that smooth voice and dark eyes he knew so well in his mind.

But he pushed those thoughts aside. They were forbidden; taboo. Reserved for only rare, rare, occasions, not when there was a warm, skilled mouth surrounding his flesh. Not when one of his hands was tugging softly on a head of silver hair between his legs, the other digging relentlessly into the sleeping mat beneath him. Not when he returned the favour and definitely not when that hot flesh was sliding into him, pressing into pleasure points he didn’t even know existed.

No, those thoughts were prohibited form entering the recesses of his mind then.

But they did anyway. It was uncontrollable, something he didn’t have a grasp over no matter how much he wanted to. He couldn’t tell his heart what to do, his mind how to think.

The older Uchiha wasn’t off any better; he was barely at home anymore. He’d taken to staying with some of his former companions. His bed at home remained empty, a place where Sasuke would steal to at night, when he couldn’t sleep or simply when the isolation became too much.

He liked to think the smell of his niisan brought him that much closer to him, if he closed his eyes hard enough it was almost like Itachi was there with him. Comforting him as he used to do when they were younger, when little Sasuke appeared at his doorway, hugging himself, pleading unspokenly by gently biting his lower lip. Itachi would sigh in mock irritation and pull back the covers, inviting his otouto to dive into the warmth. Which he did, always grateful.

When Sasuke woke up on his brother’s bed, realizing once more that they weren’t okay, that Itachi had temporarily abandoned home because of him, he’d become irritated with himself. He’d push away from the bed and make a resolve to sleep in his own bed that night, and the night after that, and the night after that. But it never happened, he couldn’t control anything anymore, and it was getting to him.

The people of Konoha had noticed, it really wasn’t that hard to see the strange things going on near the Uchiha district. They didn’t interfere; it wasn’t their place to stick their noses in. The gossip was there of course, secrets whispered behind protecting hands and into greedy ears. This would have bothered a normal person.

But Uchihas aren’t normal.

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Sasuke shuffled his way around the house, searching for the necessary weapons and accessories he would be needing for the mission. He wasn’t leaving until the next dawn, but it didn’t hurt to be prepared. He threw a small sleeping mat on his bed, along with some bandages and gloves. He didn’t need much, his style was quick and clean, it was pointless to create a fancy scene. Some sharp kunai would do, anything else was unnecessary.

It was a low-grade assassination. That’s all he had been told, it was still incomprehensible why Kakashi was tagging along.

Sighing, the raven head started stretching his muscles. He wouldn’t need to if he’d been training daily as usual, but his current emotional turmoil made his sessions slightly off. It really wasn’t anything noticeable, but it was enough to make his Uchiha arrogance flare. If he couldn’t do it right why waste his energy? Might as well save it for when he was back on track, working to his core, until his muscles cried out in pain and exertion, until his breath was dangerously irregular, until he felt that satisfaction that came with knowing his body was created for this. Capable of doing almost anything.

He trudged to the bathroom, turning on the water in the shower with a flick of his wrist. Shrugging out of his clothes he stepped in, letting the warmth of the liquid fall rather forcefully against his face, washing away his current doubts and fears down the drain.

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Itachi walked into the Uchiha household, frowning at the lack of temperature change from the outside in. Sighing, he eyed the open windows before closing them tightly. Foolish otouto.

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Sasuke finished up cleansing himself and stumbled out of the shower. His eyebrows furrowed as he saw the puddles he was already making, before throwing down his towel hoping it’d soak them up. He couldn’t be bothered; he’d clean it later.

The young male’s movement stopped as he heard some faint sounds. His heart accelerated slightly as he shrugged on some pants he’d brought with him and headed out to see if it was his brother making the noise. Kicking the towel he’d thrown on the floor out of the way and gripping the sink once or twice to avoid slipping on the small puddles of water – ‘Fuck I really have to clean those up.’ –, he exited the bathroom.

He started to make his way down to the kitchen, eyebrows furrowing as he remembered the open windows, sure that his brother would shut them warily and proceed to poke him right between his eyeb- no.

No, that wouldn’t happen.

And just like that, Sasuke remembered the predicament he was in, how Itachi had reacted to something as seemingly simple as the mission he was leaving for the following dawn. The younger raven-haired male clenched his jaw unconsciously as he mentally groaned in frustration. He just didn’t understand his older brother; just when he thought he had him all figured out something like this would happen. But it had never been this tense, this asphyxiating and –

And there he was. Frozen in the entrance to Sasuke’s room, lean and pale and beautiful. Muscles tense, the tendons at the back of his neck and at his wrists standing out from the alabaster skin from the strain of containing in whatever it was that he was feeling. Knuckles white, mercilessly gripping the doorway. Eyes trained on whatever it was he had spotted inside.

Sasuke gazed over his brother’s shoulder, almost afraid of what had put his aniki in this state.

His pack. A bedroll, some kunai, a canteen.

The essentials for the mission he was proceeding with.

The next thing he felt was a strong grip getting a hold of his shoulder, as he was swerved back into the wall. The grip tightened, the nerves screaming to his brain as he felt pangs of pain radiating out. And then there was a forehead resting against his own. Itachi’s breathing was unpredictable, raggedly, but not harsh.

The older Uchiha brought his head up to look at his otouto, simultaneously releasing his shoulder to cup to his face. It wasn’t a gentle touch; it was the kind of touch you wanted to wriggle out of, the uncomfortableness you wanted to shrug off. With obsidian eyes that bore into a matching pair, Itachi Uchiha continued pinning his otouto against the wall, almost hurting him.

“Don’t fucking do this to me Sasuke.”

But the only thing Sasuke managed to catch and process was the way his brother had said his name. He wasn’t able to catch onto the implications that lone sentence was giving, or the heavy meaning behind those hostile words. For him, the fact that Itachi had said his name, his given name, not a necessary honorific, was what made him catch his breath.

“Don’t.”

“Itachi…”

The prodigy’s eyes narrowed as let go of Sasuke, whose body remained as if attached to the wall, breathing not slowing down, eyes focused on the spot where Itachi had been.

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The next morning, the younger Uchiha grabbed his canteen and strapped it onto his uniform.

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Two sleek bodies moved swiftly through the branches. Standard shinobi uniform clung to their figures like a second skin, designed for maximum aerodynamics; to be as least obstructive as can be, based on a feline type of animal.

Speed. Grace. Efficiency.

One of the fluent bodies slowed down his pace to a leisurely jaunt, lightly and easily pushing his body off on the moss-covered branches, as the smaller, more slender body followed in his steps.

The only sounds they made, a light shuffling noise as they propelled themselves from branch to branch, was drowned out by the organic sounds of the nature-filled forest surrounding them. The bristle of green, green leaves dancing to the ancient tune of the sinuous wind. The same wind that flowed now against the faces (or mask in one case), of the two shinobi, raven and silver hair trailing behind respectively.

Having stopped for the night, for they’d reach Lighting Country in a few days, and their target wasn’t going anywhere, Sasuke headed off to a nearby stream as Kakashi got comfortable for the night watch.

The water was cool against his heated skin, washing away the grit. He let out a minute sigh as he let his muscles relax, although not completely. As soon as he left the Uchiha district for a mission he tensed, got wound up, ready to strike at any second.

Sasuke sighed once again as he felt his mind wandering to his sibling out of instinct. Stiffing up, he scoffed, a million thoughts running through his head as he emptied his mind. Thinking instead of how idiotic Naruto was being the other day.

Feeling a change in the water, he looked up to see Kakashi wading his way in. Sasuke’s eyebrows furrowed.

“You are supposed to keep watch.”

The jounin was fully in now. He turned his back to Sasuke, pushed down his mask to feel the cold water on his face. He felt the raven’s eye’s on him and, unseen, a corner of his lips quirked up into a smirk.

Sasuke’s eyes narrowed at the man, tracing the familiar scars with his gaze. Familiar; how he wished they weren’t. He couldn’t help but feel the need to see that face once more, if he inched a little to the right…

“I’m keeping a watch on you.”

The mask was up again and Sasuke snapped out of it, tensing his muscles in response. He felt incredibly irate, the older man had barely said anything, but he just knew he was going to intrude in his private life. He knew Kakashi was looking for answers he had no right to know.

Sasuke got out of the stream, picked up his belongings and crouched down to refill his canteen.

He glared at the man and raised one of his eyebrows. “What, you think I’m going to bolt?”

“Wouldn’t be surprised, with the way you’ve been acting since we left Konoha.”

His body froze for a split second, before continuing to get dressed. Kakashi was getting too bold already, without saying much once more.

“My business is no one’s but my own.”

With that, he turned and made his way back to the camp.

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Pale slender fingers were digging into his thin wrists, not hard enough to bruise, but enough to keep him in place. And he remembered thinking – They are not pale enough, they are not slender enough, they are not beautiful enough—enough for what? –. Dark eyes bore into his – they are not the right shade –. Despite the protesting of his mind, his body welcomed the heat from the one above him; it was a cold night, but a fire would give away their location.

Kakashi’s hips ground down onto Sasuke’s and he tossed his head back; eyes closed, lips parted, small moans unable to be contained.

– “Don’t fucking do this to me Sasuke.” –

His eyes closed tighter and he twisted his head away. I can’t–

“Incest is frowned upon you know.”

Eyes snapped open, Sharingan red bleeding into them as his body tensed up, strung out. The hands around his wrists tightened, restricting his movement once more, as if predicting the fitful shoves as Sasuke tried to throw the hard body off his.

“What the fuck do you know?”

The words were barely out of his mouth when lips crashed down intensely upon his own. A grunt tried to escape as he attempted to turn his head away in vain. The hands were holding him tighter now, the body pressing all the weight upon him. The lips wouldn’t let go, as Kakashi kept pushing, pushing the Uchiha beneath him to the limit. Said Uchiha bit back with force, and the metallic taste of iron bled into their mouths, unable to tell who it belonged to.

The beings separated for a breath of air, Sasuke panting harshly, eyes moist and filled with so much revulsion.

It wasn’t directed at the man above him. No, it was revulsion for himself. Disgust that he betrayed himself at the hint of a sensual touch from the silver haired man; that the man whose body he would not hesitate to damage, was the same body that had his back arching and his groin throbbing. Aversion to the fact that the person he so wanted was the only one he couldn’t have, loathing that he was filled with feelings he didn’t understand.

But mostly hatred for himself, because he would let it happen over, and over.

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AN: Don’t worry, it’s ItaSasu. It sucks. Badly. I know. Don’t mention it, every time I read it I die a little inside.

Can my chapters get any shorter? It was supposed to be a two-shot, but I cut it in half, I’ll have the ItaSasu and the end in the next chapter! Which explains this tiny thing. But it’ll have a lemonnnn, so please don’t kill me. I know you are all perverts.

And guys…I created a community! I’m not exactly sure how to work it yet, but I will learn (I hope). It’s specifically for Uchihacest (what, were you expecting something else?), because, as you all know, I can’t get enough of it. I did find a few uchihacest communities but none of them were active. Come join and be staff YN?

It’s called ‘Uchihacest Love’ bahaha (Woo, no originality ftw).

Okay this is ridiculous, the only reason my AN is long is to make you think the chapter wasn’t that short.

Yeah. I’m a loser.

And I’m still doing it.

Hm.