Sasuke's revenge

Sasuke blushed and looked down. Itachi laughed. “After all, you’re the one who wanted to kill me, Sasuke.”
Sasuke turned his face aside and said nothing. He got out of the bed and went to the terrace. He stood there, leaning on the parapet, staring at the trees.
“I never really wanted to kill you, nii-san. All these years… I tried to convince myself that your death was the only thing I truly wanted, my reason to live. I wanted to think of nothing else. It wasn’t easy. Unwanted thoughts and memories of you rushed through my mind all the time, but I tried to suppress them and increase the hatred. I tried to ignore the fact that I… missed you… so much. Finally I managed to pretend successfully that I wanted your death. I almost believed it. And now you ruined it all with one touch. When I felt your lips on my skin again… And yet I still hate you.”
Itachi was sitting in the bed inside the somber room, looking at Sasuke who was outside in the sunlight. That’s how it was when they were younger. When Sasuke was little and had no idea of death and real misery, not yet, he was in the light, and Itachi was in the darkness, sinking deeper and deeper in it. But now it was different, Sasuke was in the darkness too. He had filled himself with coldness and cruelty, god knows how many people he had killed, drenching himself in blood, trying to break any emotion, to make himself heartless. But yet, his feelings were still there, his pain, his desires, his memories, they were buried deep inside his mind. Now they were emerging, just to crash into the hatred that he had cultivated for years. That was so tormenting, it was tearing Sasuke apart, and Itachi knew it.
“Sasuke, I know that you’ll never forgive me.”
Sasuke sighed, his gaze followed the slow movement of the clouds in the sky, then moved to the treetops, the grass, and finally to his own fingers gripping the edge of the parapet. His grip got tighter.
“You were so mean, Itachi. I wanted you and you ignored me. Then you hurt me and you made me hate you… so much. But then… you made me want you again. And just when I thought that I might finally be something like happy, you left me. I felt betrayed. Losing mother and father was painful, I missed them, but… you have always been the most important for me, no one else. And you were gone. I learned to live without you, and now just when I thought it was finally over, you… I hate you and I want you, and I don’t know what to do.”
There was a long pause. Both of them stayed still, Itachi staring at Sasuke, Sasuke staring at the trees.
“You can do whatever you want. I can’t ask you for anything, Sasuke. I don’t expect your hatred to disappear. I understand it. I see you want me, but if that’s not enough, if your hatred is greater than your desire for me, I’ll leave. I see you don’t want to kill me any more, but if you don’t want me to be with you, if you can’t take it, I’ll leave. And I’ll keep the memory of you, of the last few hours, and the memories of the time when you were little and all you wanted was playing with me and training with me. The memory of you smiling to me. The memory of what you were before the hatred, the pain, before everything that happened. I think that… you loved me then.”
Sasuke shivered. He tried to say something, but he choked. He gulped and took a deep breath.
“Itachi…” Sasuke’s voice trembled. “Itachi, you fool… I still love you.”
Something squirmed inside Itachi’s chest. In the next second he was on the terrace, behind Sasuke.
Sasuke felt Itachi’s presence, Itachi’s arms wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer. Sasuke briefly turned around to face him, and leaned into the hug. He buried his face in Itachi’s hair, his nails were digging in Itachi’s shoulders, he kissed his neck and whispered “Don’t you dare… go away again!” Then he pushed him away and went back into the room, Itachi followed him.
Sasuke sat in the bed and curled up, staring blankly at the black floor. “I can’t… I don’t know… my head will burst.” He closed his eyes, his fingers gripping his locks, clenching. Various images quickly rushed through his mind, bad mingled with good, images of Itachi, Itachi training, Itachi smiling, Itachi frowning, Itachi splattered with blood, their mother’s face, her smile, their father’s severe voice, friends, missions, Itachi standing next to their parents’ corpses, pain, tears, loneliness, determination, the gloomy labyrinth in Orochimaru’s hideout, all the crazy things there, killing, blood, Itachi’s face now, his touch, Itachi’s face before, cold and evil, pain, blood, more and more images of blood, flooding his mind, drowning him.
“I’m going insane…” Sasuke was shivering, his hands shaking. “Do you realize what you’ve done to me? Itachi?” he yelled. “I can’t forget. I just can’t forget. I thought I had forgotten whatever nice memories of you I had, but they’re still in my fucking brain. Now I can’t deny that I want you, but I can’t forget all these years of hatred and pain, all the efforts it took to convince myself how evil you are. I look at you and I want you so much, and in the next moment I want to grab your throat and strangle you. But I can’t, because I know that if I kill you, it will hurt so much that I’ll die too. Because… because now you’re the only thing in this world that means something to me.”
Sasuke gritted his teeth and grasped the satin sheets so tight that his knuckles went white.
Itachi just watched him. He had the feeling as if an icy hand clutched his heart and squeezed it. Then he climbed on the bed and sat next to shivering Sasuke, taking him in his arms. He kissed his face and softly whispered in his ear “Sasuke… I know. This world is cruel. Both of us didn’t have the chance to see the good things in life. Following orders and other people’s expectations was all we had. And it destroyed us. Both of us. I still see mother’s blood on my fingers every time I look at my hands. But I also see your face every time I close my eyes, as if it’s printed on the inner side of my eyelids. Don’t try to forget anything. Just take it. I know it hurts. But you have no choice, otherwise you’ll go insane. You can’t suppress forever all the feelings you have. I can’t blame you for hating me, or for your desire to make me feel pain, I just take it, though it hurts. The changes in your mood, everything, I’ll bear it.”
Sasuke’s heartbeat slowed down, his tense muscles relaxed. Itachi’s soothing voice comforted him and made him calm down. He pressed his body against Itachi’s and whispered “I just can’t believe that in the end you’re here, and you say all these things, and everything is not what I thought it was. I’m so confused.”
Itachi patted his head. “I know. It will take time.” Then he got out of the bed and went to the bathroom.
Sasuke lay in the bed, lost in his thoughts, his gaze was wandering on the strange figures painted on the red ceiling, dragons and other monsters, and kanji with scary meaning, written there to remind him of his revenge, to keep his thought fixed on it. But now he didn’t want to see them, not any more. He closed his eyes. Then he revived the memory of the gentle touches Itachi had given him hours ago. The gentle and the harder ones. So hot, so pleasurable. He moaned. He could hear the sound of water, coming from the bathroom. He felt restless, the lower part of his body got warmer and tense. He couldn’t wait.
Sasuke got out of the bed, out of the room, and into the darkness of the corridor. Soon he was in front of the bathroom’s door. He opened it, his hand trembling. It was a small room, covered in red tiles with black ornaments. Through the steam he could see Itachi’s naked body, the shine of the water drops on his skin, long black strands of hair across his face. Sasuke joined him under the shower, feeling the hot water pouring on his tense body.
Itachi saw he was hard. Again. It turned him on. Sasuke leaned and kissed his wet face, licked his lips and pressed himself closer to him, their hard cocks grinding against each other, and Itachi whispering in his mouth “Someone’s impatient, huh? You can’t wait to have me again. It’s so amusing to see in your eyes that desperate desire to fuck me.”
Sasuke moaned. “Shut up, nii-san.” He slid his tongue in Itachi’s mouth. Itachi bit it, pulled away and smirked. “Oh how I love your impatience, Sasuke, you horny little…”
A kiss interrupted him, then he moaned, Sasuke licking his ear, his neck, gently biting his shoulder. Sasuke made a few steps and got behind Itachi’s back. He grabbed his hair and pushed him to the wall, pressing his chest and his face to the cold red tiles. He licked his neck, then started licking his back, descending to the lower part of his body, his fingers caressing Itachi’s stomach, playing with his hard cock, rubbing the tip, gently stroking his balls. Sasuke’s tongue went lower and lower licking Itachi’s back, Sasuke was kneeling now, his hands rubbing Itachi’s cock, his lips kissing, his teeth biting Itahci’s ass, leaving red marks, and finally his tongue licking his entrance.
Itachi moaned louder, his body writhed. Sasuke smirked and stopped, making Itachi growl “Mmmm, Sasuke… more…”
Sasuke laughed. “Who’s impatient now?” He briefly stood up and pressed himself against Itachi, rubbing his cock on his ass. He pulled his hair to tilt his head, kissed his lips and looked in his eyes. Itachi’s gaze was hazy, his mind emptied of all thoughts, nothing but pure lust in his eyes, his long eyelashes trembled like butterfly wings, his lips parted with a pant and he whispered “Fuck me.”
Sasuke wanted to tease more, but he couldn’t hold himself any longer, so he shoved his fingers in Itahci’s mouth. “Lick.” He enjoyed the feeling of Itachi’s soft tongue wrapping around his fingers. Then he took them out of his mouth and slid them inside him.
Itachi shivered in pleasure and excitement, the thought that Sasuke would be the seme again filled him with burning desire. Then he gasped, feeling Sasuke’s large cock sliding inside him, moving slowly, deeper and deeper, brushing his sweet spot. Sasuke held him tight, his fingers caressing Itachi’s skin, squeezing his flesh. He pulled Itachi’s hair and tilted his head back, licked his cheek and his ear, then bit his neck, thrusting deeper, it felt so good, he was pulling out leaving just the tip inside, then thrusting in, as deep as possible, hearing Itachi gasp every time he hit his sweet spot.
Sasuke growled and whispered in Itachi’s ear “You’re mine… finally you’re mine… all of you…”
He was thrusting in a steady slow rhythm, squeezing the gorgeous wet body in his arms, pressing it to the wall. All the sensations he had were driving him crazy, the smoothness of Itachi’s body under his palms, the taste of his wet skin, the smell of his just washed hair, the heat inside him, the sound of his soft moans.
Itachi closed his eyes, he was dizzy with pleasure, his fingers clawed the wall, he could feel all of Sasuke’s cock slowly sliding in and out of him, and hear Sasuke whispering in his ear how much he wanted him. He didn’t feel the coldness of the tiles any more, only the warmth of Sasuke’s body pressing to him, his wet tongue gently licking his skin, making him shiver. Then he felt the huge hard cock inside him move slightly faster, causing fire in his sweet spot, making the pleasure almost unbearable.
“Sasuke” Itachi whispered, then said it louder, screamed it, enjoying the sound of that name. He couldn’t hold it, the sweetness of Sasuke’s touches, his hardness inside him, he couldn’t resist, his body shuddered, he screamed more. “Sasuke… Sasuke… Sasuke…” Then he came, screaming Sasuke’s name one more time, then whispering it again and again, as he felt his body melting in the ecstasy. Sasuke thrusted a few more times, his hands squeezing Itachi’s ass, then he came with a last thrust, growling in Itachi’s ear “You’re mine… aaaah… mine.”

Sasuke was lying on the bed, wrapped in a towel, wondering how long he had slept, the bed was covered with new clean sheets. Itachi entered the room and sat next to him, briefly kissing his lips and smiling. “I’ve never imagined that you would want me that much, Sasuke.”
Sasuke touched his face gently and ran his fingers down his chest and his stomach, to the edge of the towel Itachi was wrapped in, then he looked away and whispered “None of the countless men and women I’ve been with could make me forget about you. And none of them made me feel the way you make me feel now.”
Itachi sighed “It was the same with me. Nothing could compare to what I felt with you.” Then he looked around and giggled. “Um, Sasuke, do you have any food here, you know, if we go on like that, I mean fucking all the time and not eating at all, I think that we’ll faint. I saw some weird jars and bottles in one of the other rooms with some really disgusting things inside them, I hope that’s not what you eat.”
Sasuke just got up and disappeared in the corridor, he came back in a minute carrying a jar. Itachi looked at it and his brow twitched. “Crap! Don’t tell me you really eat these things!”
Sasuke laughed. “This one only looks like the others, but it contains food.”
When Itachi tasted it, his brow twitched even more. “Uh, that’s awful. You have nothing better?”
Sasuke just shrugged. “It’s all the same for me. I don’t remember the last time when I was able to enjoy the taste of the food. Eat it, it’s nutritive.” Itachi said nothing. They finished their food in silence.
Itachi’s gaze was wandering around, studying the objects in the room and the odd decoration. It finally stopped at the whip that was still lying on the floor where Sasuke had thrown it, a reminder of what had happened the previous day.
“You have interesting toys here, Sasuke.”
Sasuke traced his gaze and looked at the whip. “Yeah, I have a lot of these things…” he paused. Itachi looked at him. “In the locked room?”
Sasuke lifted his brow. “When did you have the time to shove your nose everywhere in this house? Well, yeah, in the locked room. Wanna see?” He searched for the key, then tossed it to Itachi. “Here. Indulge your curiosity.”
Itachi took the key and went out, the darkness of the corridor engulfed him. He quickly found the locked door, it creaked as he opened it. This room was different. The other rooms in the house were sinister, but clean and decorated. This one was dirty, filled with the smell of death. The damp rotten walls were lined with dusty shelves and tables, various objects and devices were scattered on them. And more jars with weird substances. Most of the things looked like instruments for torture. In the middle of the room there was a massive table with some chains, it was stained with blood. There were more blood stains on the floor, some of them very old, some of them new.
“Anything interesting?”
Itachi turned around. Sasuke was standing at the door.
“What kind of things you do in this room, Sasuke? What’s that crap?”
Sasuke shrugged, his face was emotionless. “Can’t you guess? Sometimes I had to make some people tell me things I wanted to know, things they didn’t want to share. I had to make them more talkative. And sometimes I did it just for the fun.” A crooked smile appeared on Sasuke’s face, and some sparkles of insanity flashed in his eyes.
Itachi’s face remained expressionless. “And what about the other room, all the jars, bottles, and weird vessels, it looks like a laboratory.”
“It is. But that’s not all. You should see the bones and the human remains in the basement, all the weird bodies in the room for experiments. Orochimaru had some really interesting ideas. Some of them were brilliant, I must admit. I tried to evolve them, I learned a lot of things from him. It took many sacrifices, a lot of people died. But I didn’t care much.” Sasuke took a weird looking knife from one of the tables, his fingers played with it for a while, then he put it back to its place. Itahci’s gaze traced his movements, there was something in Sasuke’s voice that he didn’t like.
“Sasuke, what have you turned yourself into?”
Sasuke smirked. “What? Are you going to blame me? For all the murders, torture and raping that I’ve done? Are you surprised? Don’t tell me you didn’t expect this. And do you know what’s really interesting about it? I just wanted to be like you. Like what I thought you were, ruthless like you. All these years I imagined you doing the same things somewhere out there. I just wanted to match you when I finally meet you.”
Itachi’s lips curved in a sad ironic smile. “You have a nice impression of me.”
Sasuke laughed. “You did your best to create it, brother.” Then his smile suddenly disappeared. “At least that’s what I thought. Now I don’t know what to think any more. The feelings I had and I still have for you, and when I say feelings, I don’t mean the hatred, the other feelings… they made me feel vulnerable.”
“Did all the things you’ve done make you feel stronger?” Itachi’s voice was calm. “Did you enjoy it, Sasuke?”
“Yeah, I think so. Or maybe I just deceive myself. I believed I liked it. I don’t know. Killing all these people… I still hear their screams in my nightmares, their desperate begging to spare their life, or just to kill them and finish the torture. You ask me what I’ve turned into. I think you should ask me what you’ve turned me into. And the funny thing is that now I find out you’re not at all what I thought you were. Isn’t it funny? It’s so damn funny. Why don’t you laugh, eh? Why don’t you laugh, Itachi?”
Sasuke was laughing like mad. Loud, annoying, disgusting laughter. Almost insane.
Itachi came closer to him and slapped his face. The laughter stopped.
They remained motionless and silent for a few seconds, just standing there, equal in height, equal in strength, face to face, eyes to eyes, sharingan to sharingan.
Then Sasuke suddenly yelled angrily and knocked Itachi on the ground.
He pressed him to the floor and looked in his eyes. They turned black, Itachi’s expression was calm, no fear, no anger, not even irritation, no accusation, only regret and understanding.
Sasuke felt the warmth of Itachi’s body underneath him, his soft bare skin pressed against his own. Their towels had unwrapped when they fell on the ground, and Sasuke could feel every part of Itachi’s naked body, the contact made him shiver and hardened him immediately. He grabbed Itachi’s wrists and pinned them to the floor, then he crashed his lips on Itachi’s, fiercely sucking and biting, feeling the urge to hurt him and to have him at the same time.
Itachi struggled and rolled him over, getting on top of him. He kissed him and bit him, his teeth digging in Sasuke’s neck. Sasuke moaned, his nails scratched Itachi’s back, he pushed him and regained his position on top of him. They rolled like that a few more times, fighting for dominance, each one of them grasping and squeezing the other’s body, pulling their hair, scratching and biting, kissing, wrapping their tongues, sucking their lips, moaning and grunting, their hardened cocks grinding together.
Sasuke got on top again, and this time Itachi surrendered, he relaxed and rested his head on the ground, his long black hair scattered on the floor. He gasped as he felt Sasuke biting his neck too hard, drawing blood, then he kissed his bloody lips and moaned “Mmmm… Sasuke… I like it when you’re violent, it turns me on.” Sasuke smirked and hissed in his ear “You have no idea how much it turns me on when you surrender to me.”
Then he suddenly pulled away, positioning himself between Itachi’s legs, he leaned and sucked his cock deep in his throat, then licked it, then sucked it more, his tongue wrapping around it, playing with the tip. “Mmmm… Itachi, you bastard, you’re so delicious.”
Then Sasukie stopped and reached for Itahci’s hair, pulling it and forcing him to sit, then pulling more, forcing him to lean forward and pressing his head down. Sasuke held his head firmly and briefly shoved his cock in his mouth, and he started thrusting so hard that he made Itachi choke. Then he took it out and pulled Itachi’s head up, he kissed him on the lips and bit his neck roughly, sucking the flesh, his teeth piercing the skin, blood filling his mouth.
Itachi pushed him away, gasping and coughing, trying to catch his breath. He looked at Sasuke who was kneeling on the dirty floor and was breathing heavily, his hair was messy, Itachi’s blood still dripping from his mouth, his hard cock twitching, his lust filled greedy gaze was fixed on Itachi, ferocious sparkles flashing in his narrowed eyes, low hoarse growls escaping his lips, his sweat covered muscular body was tense, he looked like a wild animal.
Sasuke licked the blood on his lips and gulped. He grabbed Itachi’s hair and stood up, pulling Itachi upward, then he pushed him to the table and forced him to lean on it. He was impatient, he couldn’t wait, he briefly licked his fingers to make them slick and shoved them a few times inside Itachi, then he replaced them with his cock, growling loud as he plunged in and felt the silky softness inside Itachi’s body. “Aah, that’s so good… aaah” He made a few deep and slow thrusts enjoying the sensations, then he smirked. “So you like it rough, huh? Yeeeah… I know you do.”
Sasuke started slamming extremely hard, he could hear Itachi making short sharp screams at every strike, the table was creaking. Sasuke couldn’t control the burst of rage and desire. Itachi’s face was pressed against the dirty blood stained table, he could feel every bone in his body shaking, the slams were so hard and fast, he couldn’t even take his breath.
Sasuke suddenly stopped to change the position. He made Itachi lie on the table and chained his arms. He made a long lick from one of Itachi’s chained wrists to his shoulder and his nipple, then he crawled over him and thrusted himself into him, then he looked straight to his eyes. He gave him one hard slam and felt his body shudder. “Itachi… you can’t go away now, never again, I won’t let you.” Another slam. “I hate you…” Another slam. “But I want all of you.” Another slam. “My desire for you… I can’t suppress it any more, now I know that…” Another slam. “And I don’t care…” Sasuke’s lips brushed Itachi’s as he whispered “… even if it burns my heart to ashes.” Then he slid his tongue in Itachi’s mouth and deep in his throat, rolled it inside, pulled it out, licked his reddened bruised lips and whispered again “I want every part of your body, I want me in you and you in me.”
He pulled out, then he licked Itachi’s cock and spat on it to make it wet, then he straddled him and slowly slid himself onto him, moaning as he felt the hard cock filling all of him, then he started moving up and down. He threw his head back, half lidding his eyes, leaning on one of his hands, the other touched his own nipple, then made its way down his stomach and wrapped around his cock stroking it.
Itachi bucked his hips to meet him, and watched him stunned. The sight of Sasuke riding him and touching himself like that was too much for him. He writhed, struggling and pilling the chains, unable to resist the urge to grab Sasuke’s body and hold him, and squeeze him, and kiss him. He muttered, gasps interrupting his words “Sasuke… I want to… touch you…”
Sasuke leaned forward and unchained his arms. Itachi llifted himself up, now he was sitting, Sasuke was sitting in his lap, his cock sliding against Itachi’s stomach. Itachi pulled him in a firm hug, Sasuke wrapped his arms around his neck, moving in a steady rhythm. Itachi held him tight, kissing him and caressing his body, he wanted to touch every part of him, he pressed himself as close as possible, feeling Sasuke’s hot skin, his hot breath, and getting lost in his deep dark eyes, hazy with lust.
The day was approaching its end, the darkness in the corners of the room thickened, the last rays of the descending sun entered through the small window and gently touched their naked bodies, giving their skin a warm red shine. They were moving faster now, panting and moaning louder. Sasuke took a firm grip of Itachi’s shoulders, frantically moving up and down, unable to control himself, the pleasure he felt inside burning him, his forehead leaning on Itachi’s, their parted lips brushing, breathing each other’s breath, mumbling incoherent words. Sasuke’s half shut eyes suddenly opened wide and looked straight to Itachi’s, his nails dug deep in Itachi’s shoulders and he screamed, coming hard, his loud scream melting into a soft mewl, his muscles relaxing, and his body surrendering to the ecstasy and the weariness that came after it. Itachi growled and pressed him tight, coming at the same time as him. Then he leaned his cheek on Sasuke’s and gently ran his fingers through his hair.
The setting sun flamed the horizon, then disappeared, the last reddish ray of light sparkled on their skin before dying in the dusk. They didn’t move, just stayed still, pressed against each other in a tight hug, cheek to cheek, out of breath, scratched and bruised, exhausted, satisfied, lost in the moment. Sasuke slowly turned his head to face Itachi, his eyelids getting heavier and heavier, slightly trembling and half lidding his eyes, he felt dizzy and weary, he gently rubbed his lips on Itachi’s, the tips of their tongues touched, then rolled and wrapped as the kiss deepened.
They just sat there in the soft twilight, enjoying each other’s presence and gentle touches, all the raging emotions were drained and replaced with quiet content. They didn’t feel the time pass, the dark blue of the sky turned into dark purple, bringing more darkness into the room until they couldn’t see their faces any more in the scarce cold light of the stars. They were silent all the time, there was no need to say anything, they both just melted into the pleasure of being together. Finally together again.

They broke the hug and went out of the dusty, cold, and dark room, into the corridor and to the bathroom. The bright red shiny tiles were a pleasant contrast to the gloomy room they had just left, the hot water eased the tension in their exhausted muscles and the pain from all the bruises. Soon Sasuke went out of the bathroom, Itachi stayed a little longer, alone with his thoughts. He was pondering on what had happened in the last 24 hours. He was supposed be dead by now, but he wasn’t. It felt odd. He remembered the moment when he had started to feel the effect of the medicine, and had lost consciousness, the thought that he would never wake up again, and the strange feeling of content that came with that though, because he had no reason to stay in that world any longer. But he had woken up to hear Sasuke’s voice, to take his hatred, to take a look in his mind through the crack that had opened in his carefully built facade, and to see all the devastation there, and to feel the urge to mend all that had been broken. But mending all of it was impossible. Impossible. Well, at least he could try his best. Sasuke had given him a chance.
Itachi closed his eyes. Was all that real? What would he see after opening his eyes again? Would he see the red tiles of the bathroom, then the corridor and the other room, and the large bed, and Sasuke in it, lying in the satin, waiting for him? Or would he just wake up from a dream? One of those dreams about Sasuke he had sometimes, dreams that made his life bearable, even though it was so painful to wake up in the morning and find out that it wasn’t real.
It was very quiet in the whole house. Not a single sound. Itachi could hear his own heartbeat. It was fast. He opened his eyes very slowly. Red tiles. He went out of the bathroom and into the corridor, then he stopped in front of the red door of the bedroom. He waited a few seconds, then he carefully slid the door and went inside, gasping in relief at the sight of the scarlet walls, the flames of the candles, the vague silhouettes of the trees in the dark garden, and a smiling Sasuke, curled up in the middle of the large bed. It looked real. Itachi closed his eyes for a second, then opened them. Smiling Sasuke was still there. Then they heard a thunder and the sound of raindrops pattering on the roof. Sasuke went out of the bed and shut the door that led to the terrace. Then he went back to the bed and looked at Itachi who was still standing there and staring at him with a stupid expression on his face. Sasuke had never seen that expression before. He smiled again. “Nii-san, are you going to stand there for hours? Come to bed. You look strange. And funny.” Itachi didn’t move. Sasuke went to him and waved his hand in front of his eyes. “Itachi, are you all right?”
Itachi blinked a few times, Sasuke took his hand and dragged him to the bed. “Hug me, nii-san.”
Itachi lay in the satin and surrendered to the pleasant sensations. Sasuke’s skin, Sasuke’s hair, Sasuke’s arms, wrapped around him, the soft light of the candles, and the sound of the raindrops. He relaxed and fell asleep.
Sasuke was still awake. Now he felt free to think of whatever he wanted. And to feel various things. To bring back memories. It was strange and unusual. Even awkward. But he liked it. The thought of revenge was no longer the master of his mind.

THE END