Heated streams

Updated because Kakashizgirl roxorz. :3
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Itachi’s mind had strayed as he walked on the comfortable weight in his arms more of a comfort then a hindrance. He thought about what Kisame might have cooked. ‘It’s either rabbit, fish… or rat… if it’s rat I’ll throw up.’ He thought. Then felt the tapping and when he looked, he almost immediately understood.

“Um…” He looked around them and when he saw nothing he listened and heard a stream not a minute away. “One sec there’s a stream up close.” He continued to walk until they made it to the small stream. Crystalline water flowing in a thin trickle. He set Sasuke down close enough so he could get water but not so close he would fall in. “There you have it. Hurry up.” He stood back and waited, a little more patient then normal.

Sasuke sat there for a moment. He moved his legs under him, in criss-cross- applesauce. He winced as his entrance stretched, but for the most part the pain had dulled. He cocked his head. What was he supposed to do, bend down and lap up stream water?

He turned to Itachi, a questioning look on his face. His stomach rumbled again, and this time he clutched it in pain. He was really hungry, and his throat was burning in thirst. He debated on what hurt more, his sleep deprived eyes, his food deprived stomach, or his fluid…well, it was deprived of the right kind of fluid. He continued to stare at Itachi, after getting over his growling stomach.

Itachi sighed and brushed an impatient hand through his hair ignoring the tangles that pulled with a slight sting. He strode over sat and bent down till his lips touched the water, and sucked some of the water into his own mouth. Then he sat up, ignoring his slightly wet bangs and pulled Sasuke to him. He forced his lips upon the others opening them so he could release the rush of liquid he hadn’t swallowed.

“More, or can we get moving? I’m hungry.” Itachi stated still sitting one knee bent beneath him and the other positioned to help him stand with little work. His hands were resting on Sasuke’s shoulders to help stable him.

Sasuke was stunned by what Itachi had done. He scowled, a blush reddening the entirety of his face. He looked down, swallowing. He could feel the scratchiness in his throat still. He looked at the stream again, his stomach giving a noiseless pang at him. He shook his head, pointing at the water.

He un-criss-crossed, trying to get to the water himself but found he couldn’t maneuver to his knees like Itachi. He tried to grunt, and nothing came out. He threw his hands in the air. This was enough to make tears of anger sprinkle his dark eyes, frustration pushing the salt out of his body. Why oh why was he cursed to be so weak at this moment? Unable to walk, unable to talk, so weak he might as well not be able to eat or drink on his own, and sleepy as a hell. The only reason he was still awake and not conked out was because hunger and thirst gnawed at him, and he didn’t feel secure one bit. He had to rely solely on Itachi, forcing him to place trust in his brother. He hated it!

Itachi smirked and bent over letting one of his hands drop to the soft earth so he could support himself when he bent over, he sucked up more of the refreshing substance and sat back up gently this time transferring the water into the others mouth. “Don’t get so upset. It’ll give you wrinkles.” He stood up and once more brought Sasuke with him not asking if he needed anymore. He wanted to get back and get something to stop the gnawing in his stomach.

He quickly made it back to camp. Kisame was poking a stick at the still warm fire some meat roasting on a spic. “What is that?” He asked the fish man a little suspicious of its former creaturness. He set Sasuke down close to the fire on a soft area of earth.

“It’s a wild pig… did you know when you gut pigs you have to cut them from the throat to the privates and let it drip. Alive the whole time. If you don’t the meat will fill with blood and spoil.” Kisame said cheerfully the truth of his words on the other side of camp in a pile and smudged a little on his hands.

“You’re gunna clean that up right?” Itachi asked wrinkling his nose in disgust. He took a seat next to Sasuke and held his hands out to warm them. “Actually I really don’t care as long as it doesn’t smell bad. When will the food be done?” He asked relaxing a bit.

“Not much longer...” Kisame said poking the meat a bit more.

Sasuke still held a terrible resentment for his weakness at the moment. He watched the fish cake move around the fire, tending to the meat lovingly. He wrinkled his nose, unknowingly a mirror to Itachi. He sniffed the air, and his stomach growled again. He looked around. Would it be only meat? He turned to Itachi, tugging on his sleeve.

He rubbed his stomach and gestured around the camp. He knew it was a vague way to ask for something else to eat, but his mind was slow at the moment. And he was still kind of thirsty, though he didn’t think water was around anywhere. He waited to see if Itachi would answer him, fiddling with his collar as he waited.

“Hm?” Itachi looked at him and his brow creased. “Oh! Well Kisame specializes in meat… and I don’t cook… but if you… oh wait you can’t talk. Well then we’re stuck with just meat for now. At least till you can talk or move one or the above.” Itachi said, in reality he was just way to lazy to get up and look around for other types of vegetables and nuts or things like that. He was exhausted and would rather sound like an idiot then weak.

Kisame happily hummed while working with the meat, scaring Itachi just a little bit.
Sasuke crossed his arms, curling his lip in a silent snarl. He couldn’t believe his brother sometimes! He would just love to slap him right now. He should, just to be bitchy. It would convey his anger pretty well. But it might lead to something he didn’t want to happen….

He waved his hand at Itachi, and then pointed to himself, indicating to pick him up. He pointed around the small camp, and over at the supply bag discarded, probably left to rot. If Kisame only cooked meat, apparently, and Itachi didn’t cook or so he said, he would make his own food. All he needed was the supplies and room over the fire.

Itachi just stared at him blankly. He didn’t want to get up, he didn’t want to do it on his own in the first place, and he certainly didn’t want to walk around carrying someone who would only be silent sulky company. “You’re more trouble then you’re worth.” Itachi muttered and stood. He might as well get it over with.

It is either do it or have Sasuke glaring at him the whole night… and he just didn’t have the energy to deal with that annoyance. He picked Sasuke up a little roughly and grabbed the bag in the same way. “Point.” He growled.

Sasuke glared in annoyance. But it couldn’t be helped; Itachi was probably just as tired and hungry as he was. He wished he had his voice, then he could snidely comment on how he was ‘light as a feather’, and Itachi should shut his mouth. Instead, he pointed to were all the food he would need was, finding water and rice and some raw vegetables. He smiled happily at the sight of his findings. It was a guilty pleasure that he liked to cook, even though he never made anything for anyone else, always himself. He was great at it, having the skills of a master, but he concealed it from everyone, not wanting a spectacle to be made.

He pointed back to the fire, after pointing to some cooking knives. Now all he needed was a small bit of fire and room, and he could set to work. He licked his lips, knowing just what he wanted to make.

Itachi being in a hurry practically threw Sasuke with his ‘findings’ on the ground in a area not far from his previous resting spot he then kicked some of the burning sticks from the fire and quickly placed them in front of Sasuke so he could work.

“Now… leave me alone till everything’s ready.” Itachi said the annoyance he was feeling seeping unwontedly into his words. He sat down and stared tiredly at the fire. Hoping food would be in his stomach soon.

Sasuke pursed his lips in a pout, but set to work anyway. He took the stalks of some vegetable and began to strain it into a bowl, setting it like a plank so that he could work on the carrots. His knife moved up and down swiftly, over the board he had placed over his lap to use as a cutting board. Once the carrots were sliced, he placed them in a bowl. He took the stalks and cut them up as well, putting the strained center bits in the bowl as well.

He took some peas, which by some miracle had survived in the supply bag without rotting, and began to shuck them from the pods, placing them into the bowl as well. He took some water and placed it into a small, open pot, placing it on top of the fire, he hoped the metal was strong.

When he saw that it was, he added the rice. As that boiled, he took the bowl of vegetables, and poured some flavored oil in it. He began to roll the veggies, getting the oil to soak into the greens, before sprinkling seasoning into it, the flakes of spices sticking to the oil. As the rice expanded, absorbing the water and growing in size, he skinned some lemons, getting the flakes in a small pile in the corner of his make shift cutting board. It was a wonder how his brother and fishy had so many good food stuffs lying around unused! He fished the rice out when it was done, and immediately put it in a pan to fry. He checked to see if there was still water boiling, and then dumped the veggies in, letting the oil and spices burn into a coating. He left them, stirring now and then with a spoon he had found. He began frying the rice, flipping it skillfully to even the frying. When the rice was done, he placed it in a larger bowl than the veggies had gone in, and then strained the veggies. He placed them into the rice bowl, and began to mix them together, tilting the bowl and spinning the contents with a spoon. He placed the lemon in the little amount of water that remained, and let it soak. Then he drizzled it into the rice, stirring it more to get the slight tang into it. He was proud at what he had created. Seeing the carrots and peas in the delicious smelling and looking rice, along with the white shoots. He knew it would taste like regular fried rice, with a small lemon under-flavor to cover the healthy shoots blandness, and amplify the simplicity of the rice and carrots with peas. He looked around, intending to eat his fill and then leave it for anyone else, or maybe breakfast…

Itachi kept sneaking glances over at what Sasuke was doing. He never knew foods that looked and tasted so ‘blah’ could smell so good. It made his stomach pinch with more hunger. He looked over at what Kisame was doing and could have sworn the blue fleshed fish was talking to the meat…

“Uh… Kisame?” Kisame stood bolt upright and blinked beady eyes at him. He looked at him weirdly.

“Done…” Kisame said and then ripped a leg off with the sound of breaking tendons and joints.

“Eerily disturbing, Kisame.” Itachi muttered and ripped off a large portion for both him and Sasuke. He sat back in his spot and handed over a chunk. “You need some meat on your bones. Eat.” With that said he scarfed down his own serving and dignifiedly refrained from licking his fingers.

His stomach full and his exhaustion creeping back up on him he laid back one arm holding his neck up and the other laying across his stomach.

Sasuke glared, but took the offered meat. He looked at it coolly, before placing it in his large bowl. He glanced over at his brother. Well, it wouldn’t matter…He grabbed his chop sticks and began to wolf down the food, shoving rice practically down his throat, and hardly chewing the meat. He swallowed, and took some of the left over lemon water, drinking down huge gulps, so much that some spilled down the corner of his lips. He had a few grains of rice on the sides of his lips as well.

Once he was full, he set down his food. It was about half empty, leaving some for breakfast tomorrow. He licked his lips, tongue not long enough to get all the water. Not that he cared, it was just water. He brought his fingers to his mouth, and one by one sucked them dry, his tongue moving along the skin for any flavor of food, leaving sticky, nearly dripping, digits behind.

Itachi’s eyebrow twitched probably for the first time in a loooong time. He was comfortable he really was… but that sound… it just aroused him to no end. “Sasuke I really am too tired to molest you right now and you’re in no condition so please… stop sucking your fingers.” Itachi said without opening his eyes.

He shifted and brought both arms to his stomach, trying to get a bit more comfortable. He could hear Kisame was already asleep and he hoped that Sasuke would do the same… really soon.

Sasuke glared. Out of spite, he sucked viciously at his last to fingers, making sure there was a loud ‘pop’ and a slurp sound as he pulled them from his lips, licking at the supple flesh. He sat still afterward, realizing he couldn’t lie down without help. Itachi and Kisame were both out of the picture….

What was he going to do now?! Sit up all night without sleep? He drew the cloak about him, using its shroud-like affect to keep him warm. He realized that the time was pretty early for sleep, about nine or ten o-clock. He couldn’t hope to pass out….He sighed, and fiddled with his collar.

Itachi sighed deeply and loudly. “You really are way too loud.” He grumbled and sat up. He brought Sasuke to him and laid back bringing Sasuke with him and huddling close enough to his body so that he couldn’t make anymore annoying habitual noises.

“I know you have to be tired, so go to sleep… for the love of… whatever.” Itachi practically whispered the last part before his consciousness started to slip into a half awake state. About as close to sleep as he could get without being knocked unto unconsciousness.

Sasuke stilled the urge to turn and bite the man beneath him. He curled his arms, keeping his legs straight. Normally he would have bent them, but he couldn’t in…..his ‘condition’. He sighed as best he could, since most sighs actually had sounds and weren’t just air passing the lips, but it turned into more of a puff. He glowered, hands reaching up to mess with his collar.

What to do now? His body was tired, but his mind just wouldn’t shut up! It switched from subject to subject, and it wouldn’t allow his body to rest, having to think each thought threw before he could sleep, only to find more thoughts. He felt like tugging at his hair in frustration. He has a chance to sleep, and he gets the late night jitters and practically goes stir crazy.

Itachi slept. He dreamed sort of in those 2 minutes of silence. If you could call a flash of flesh a proper dream. His eyes opened of their own accord. “You know if you could talk you might make better company and I might just be able to find out what the hell is wrong with you and why you won’t sleep.” Itachi said rather calm though he was about to pull his hair out… well not really… that would be waaaaay to Ooc.

Sasuke glared up at him, moving to point at his legs. He flexed them, bending them until a sharp pain came. He pointed to his head, and clenched his eyes. Those were really the two things, not being able to bend his legs like he does when he sleeps, and thinking too much….He pointed to his throat, then at Itachi, and even more emphasized at his crotch. His eyes narrowed, indicating it was also his fault he couldn’t walk by pointing at his legs again. He closed his eyes, laying his head down on Itachi’s chest, finding he was too tired to keep it lifted. He gave another sad excuse for a sigh, feeling the weight of all his current problems pressing down on him, bringing his spirits to an extreme low.

“Oh yeah… I forgot the medicine, Kisame!” A loud rustling could be heard then some banging and a grunt.

“What?” Kisame asked rubbing his eyes, standing not a foot from Itachi.

“Boil some water and get some tea leaves to help with a lost voice. Also some salve for soreness.” Itachi commanded still laying back his eyes half shut. Kisame growled but did as he was told. Not 10 minutes later a paste sat crushed in a bowl at Itachi’s feet and a collapsible cup held steaming water and a strong fragrance of herbs.

“Drink this and bend over.” Itachi said trying to keep a straight face as he sat up and handed the cup to Sasuke.

Sasuke snatched the drink, but shook his head. He would not, could not, and never will, do such a degrading thing as bend over, so that Itachi could shove his fingers their, in front of Kisame! He gulped the drink down, feeling it’s healing almost immediately, and knew that with a good sleep he would have his voice back in the morning! He grinned, feeling a slight drowsiness already….Or was there something in this tea?

“Kisame go back to your cave.” Itachi said and ignored the ‘your so mean grumble grumble’ that was Kisame’s reply as he left. When he was out of site Itachi grabbed an already getting more tired Sasuke and pulled him over his knee not so gently. He swirled his fingers in the paste and coated his fingers ignoring all squirms. He lifted the cloak up and pulled the pants down then shoved his fingers into the warmth and spread the medicine around.

“You’re lucky I’m so tired or I wouldn’t care about your condition right now.” Itachi said using the last of the paste he set it to the side and pulled Sasuke’s clothes back on him then he sat back and waited for Sasuke to finish his tea intent on ignoring the blow up that might have ensued any other time.

Sasuke was red, the dark color having even spread to his ears and neck. He couldn’t believe what Itachi had just done. He sat there, shell shocked. He could feel the effects of the paste, numbing the pain into nothingness. He stretched his legs and back, a happy grin on his face as he felt nothing, except the soreness of his un-stretched muscles. He threw his hands in the air, a small cry coming from his throat. It would have been a whoop of joy, but getting his voice back wasn’t a matter of numbing, but of healing, which would take a couple hours solid rest. He grabbed his tea, swallowing it down, and then crawled on hands and knees into Itachi’s lap, happily purring, now that he could make the sound. He relaxed almost immediately into his brother, feeling content to sleep as he curled his legs up to his chest.

“Now you are ready to sleep… good.” Itachi ran his fingers once through Sasuke’s soft raven black hair then lay back fully and closed his eyes. It was a slightly awkward position, but not an uncomfortable one. He yawned once his chest expanding fully then relaxing just as quickly.

“Good night, Sasuke…” He mumbled. Then a smile made its way onto his lips… and not a happy smile more of a creepy smile you get from a perverted grandpa. “Oh and don’t even think of escaping… one Kisame will find you and I can’t guarantee he won’t ‘play’ with you before I get there, and two your collar is connected to my pants.” He had slid the thin rope onto both ends while Sasuke had been getting treatment. Oh sneaky, sneaky.

With that said he slid back into half slumber content with the way things had ended.
Sasuke snapped his eyes open at the last comment. He looked down, and saw that it was attached. He groaned, giving a small tug on the rope. It traveled down and tugged at the hem of his brother’s pants. He flopped his back down, sighing heavily.

“Asshole….”He grumbled in a tiny, raspy whisper. He closed his eyes, scrunching his body up so that he fit on Itachi’s chest and stomach, curling even more than the last time. He was quickly finding the comfortable spots and positions to lay in when on his Aniki, and curling fully onto him was becoming his favorite. He reached out blindly as he fell into darkness, and grasped Itachi’s arm, holding it to his chest like a teddy bear.

Itachi was not surprised by the small curse toward him that made its way through his subconscious actually it made him mentally chuckle, but he was surprised by the complete act of comfort Sasuke seemed to take from him by using his arm as a cuddle bear substitute. He ignored it however, and also shoved the urge to rip his arm away down.

It took him a little while to finally fall asleep even though he was very tired and had been almost there a few times now the act of childishness from Sasuke kind of took him by the ear. “What a predicament you have gotten us both into… Sasuke.” He whispered petting the soft hair out of Sasuke’s eyes in an act of comforting. He sighed deeply and closed his eyes determined to get a solid nights sleep.

Sasuke didn’t hear the words, or if he did they were lost in his dreams. He was taking a walk down memory lane, reviewing all the incidents he and Itachi had had in his life. He remembered that Itachi had given him a piggy-back before, that at one time he idolized his beloved brother, and that even after his brother killed his family a bit of him still felt love. That bit of love never left, no matter how cut off he became from it, how deep he buried under his hatred. He was finding that his hatred was actually loneliness now….And hurt, and betrayal.

“Aniki…..Aniki…”He whimpered softly, silent tears coming to his closed eyes. The dull sparkle shone in the night, streaking his face. “Why did you leave me? Why?” His sleeping body shivered, more tears dripping down, his arm gripping tighter. “I missed you….My Aniki-kun….Don’t leave me again….Ever.” His body was tense, but he had succeeded in not trembling as he cried, holding onto the warm arm for support in his dreams and memories.

Itachi almost growled at being awoken again but the whimpers kept him silent, and he listened to the words. In a way he wanted to hold Sasuke and tell him everything would be okay in another he wanted to shake his brother tell him to grow up and learn to live alone… but he knew if he did the latter he would be reprimanding himself as well.

He sat up and pulled Sasuke all the way up into his arms he wrapped them tightly around the obviously sad boy mindful of the collar and ‘leash.’ “I won’t leave you Sasuke. One day soon you will leave me.” He said those words aware of the sadness that overwhelmed him at that thought. He had lost his brother long ago. All of his own will but now… now that he had him back and in this way, he really didn’t want to lose him again. Alas as the old saying goes ‘you can’t always get what you want.’ People would come for Sasuke and save him it was only right that Sasuke would go with them… and come after him and his death once more. That’s the way it was. This was only a small break in that cycle. A part where they could…love each-other for just a little while before the hate ensued once more.

Sasuke unconsciously leaned into the touch, but remained asleep. He snuggled down into the lap, turning his body so that his back was to Itachi. He bent his legs to his chest, wrapping his arms around his own legs, leaning back against the warm body, the rope dangling against his arm, the black collar standing out on his pale neck.

“I love you, Aniki….” He whispered, the tears still flowing, knowing that his love was forbidden, and that his rational mind would never allow it. Only in sleep, with his inner, darkest thoughts and feelings, could he come to terms with his true image and feeling for his brother.

Itachi’s breathing seemed to stop and when he finally realized those words were real he smiled and pulled Sasuke tighter to his chest he nuzzled his nose into Sasuke’s neck and kissed the tender spot. “I know.” He couldn’t say those words, much like Sasuke couldn’t. Different though he knew that it was forbidden and he cared very little but by saying those three little words it would make it all… real.

Instead, for now, he would express it with actions. Weather Sasuke took it as to what it was or him being perverted, overly protective or sulky was his own problem.

Sasuke gave a low moan, his mind following from the simple touches to his most recent experiences with his brother. He shuddered, his tears drying up, sweat coming to his brow. He felt and saw all the instances once again, as his arms unfolded from his legs, and he outstretched them. His legs were far shorter than his brothers, so he still remained within his legs even when stretched out fully. He rested his hands to his sides, across Itachi’s thighs, a heat crawling up his neck and down his chest, tingling in his loins.
Itachi hadn’t really expected that reaction he smirked and let his tongue slip out and follow the contour of Sasuke’s neck his arms loosened just a little bit his fingers digging softly into tender stomach muscles. Kisame was close by but he wasn’t going to go far just tease Sasuke a bit in his sleep. He let out a long warm breath enjoying the feeling of hands against his thighs.

Sasuke jerked his even breathing quickening into light pants. His back tensed, his stomach flexing under the fingers. He tilted his head to the side, allowing better access to his neck. His borrowed Akatsuki cloak hid his slight erection from view, but he could feel the friction of it on his clothing as he wriggled against Itachi’s lap, humming in pleasure. His hands moved, stroking the thighs beneath his palms, imagining a different bit of anatomy in his hazy sleep, which by now was coming up to a half daze, more asleep than awake but slightly more aware none the less.

Itachi continued his teasing letting the pressure his fingers were giving turn into soft caresses and his lips brushing over the back of Sasuke’s ear, he nibbled in the boneless flesh. He could feel the movement on his legs; though he enjoyed it he tried to ignore it. No use ripping Sasuke’s butt hole up anymore then he had already done.

Sasuke squirmed more, whining lowly. He felt the caresses on his stomach, working the ball of tension into a frenzy. His length was poking into the fabric of his layers, and his clothing was beginning to become too warm. He desperately wanted the nibbling to move, to graze over his neck, strip him of his clothing. He wanted the mouth to go south, down to a region that burned with need at the moment. His hands began to move faster over the thighs, stroking and petting with more heat. He pressed his hips back into the warm crook, pressing his ass into Itachi. His whines turned into deep purrs, he wanted release!

His breath hitched this time not with the notion of love but lust. It was obvious to him that Sasuke though asleep wanted more then he had thought this small tease would go. He shrugged and flipped them over so he was on top. Let Kisame watch he wasn’t going to go to far, he might be aroused but he was still tired. How Sasuke could have so much stamina, even in sleep, for sex amazed him just slightly.

He bunched the thick clothing up around Sasuke’s waist and pulled the thin pants down to his knees, his lips feathered the nerve bundled area of skin just below his belly button.
Sasuke gave a soft gasp. His eyes fluttering open. They were still heavily veiled in sleep, but just as heavy was his lust. His hands snaked into his hair, silently tugging on the soft locks, a decisive whine coming from him. He wanted it, his thinking; logical side wasn’t there to get in the way. He was running on pure instinct and lust, no moral or emotion behind it. He wanted pleasure, given unto himself by Itachi. His legs spread wider, sliding the pants down even further.

“Please….” He begged, face dusted in heat, arms shaking from how much he trembled with the need of this act. The sin was driving his member into the air, dripping down onto itself. “Please, Aniki…”

If he had been any other person this might have been the part were Sasuke would get raped just for those words and how they were said so much need in such insignificant words.

“As you wish.” He mumbled against the skin he felt the tugging of the collar going almost beyond its boundary and stopped moving lower. He tilted his head down the rest of the way and with one hand grasped the longing need in his hands and brought it to his lips. He placed a gentle kiss on the slit and let his tongue lap the small amount of salty liquid that had escaped already.

Slow torture was fun and he was defiantly having some fun here.

Sasuke felt the tug on the collar, and ignored it. He tilted his head to the side, moaning deeply. He had the urge to buck his hips, but somehow restrained it, instead throwing his head back. This caused Itachi’s pants to be tugged sharply, and Sasuke could feel the pull on the back of his neck, but he couldn’t help it. His insides burned, his seed rushing around in his nuts, but wouldn’t release. He must have built up a resistance, grown some stamina, or some torturous thing, because he still hadn’t cum. If he were still a virgin, he would have cum already!

“*huff* Please! My release….*pant* Aniki *huff*…”He begged, bending his elegant neck to look down. His cock quivered with rapture, and yet Itachi had still only licked and kissed, hardly wrapping it with his hands. Gentle touches that drove him so close to the edge, but still not over that blissful edge into Itachi’s mouth.

Itachi held back a gasp when his pants were tugged and gave into the desires being gasped at him; he brought the length into his mouth and sucked harshly. He let his tongue discover old pleasure points all over again and allowed his hand to stroke the almost always ignored other parts of his lower anatomy.

He hummed against the pulsating organ and almost couldn’t wait until the pleasant taste of his brother’s seed filled his mouth once more.

Sasuke’s spine arched, bending him forward. His legs spread even farther, and he pressed down on his brother’s head softly. His panting had increased significantly, and he could feel his spend getting closer and closer, his release mere moments away.

As his lower region was attacked, his mind went out of control. It hummed with pleasure, and his body followed suit. When Itachi had made that lovely noise of vibration along his length, he felt the process of climax quicken; his milky cream shot out, as his recently brought back voice screamed out to Itachi, his hands clenching in the other’s hair as he rode out the sensations of his orgasm into the sinners mouth.

Itachi sucked hard when he felt the length tighten in his mouth and the awaited liquid shot out into his mouth. When it was all out and he had sucked as much as he was going to get out he sat back calmly and pulled Sasuke’s clothes back into place for the second time in a few hours. He laid his head down on the tight muscles of his stomach and sighed.

“Are you done or do I need to leave?” Kisame asked upset from being awoken ‘again’ by the smaller one’s moans.

“Shut up.” Itachi grumbled.

Sasuke was too heady, once again in afterglow, though not as strong as after Itachi did him. He lay back, relaxing into the ground. His voice had gone back to near inaudible from the screaming, but it would come back to full strength after a good rest.

“Weren’t we not going to do that ‘till after we recovered?” Sasuke said quietly, with a slight scritch to the tone. He splayed his arms out, legs already spread, in a spread eagle position. His breathing was deep, sucking in needed air, his body having grown short of it in his panting and moaning.

Itachi smirked. “Not my fault you were moaning in your sleep, was I supposed to just leave you in that kind of state?” He asked his body grew more lax as his eyes drifted shut. Sleep sounded oh so good at the moment, not as good as some other things but those would have to wait.

Sasuke growled, and resisted the temptation to squeeze his legs shut, kneeing his brother’s head. He lifted his head up, to tired to fully prop himself up.

“And tell me, what exactly made me moan? Could it have been outside stimulants, like, say, you?” He argued, not expecting his brother to agree. He didn’t remember anything before his brother was between his legs, but he knew it was him. Well, he did remember something, but that was just the feeling of growing and insatiable lust and need, coupled with the memories of having sex. He leaned back, closing his eyes, hoping to fall asleep.

Itachi knew just what to say to get Sasuke all flabbergasted. “I only nibbled a little…” He murmured drifting in and out of consciousness. He decided if he wanted any sleep at all telling the truth would be easier then dancing around or completely denying it.

“I was going to stop at that but you got all flustered.”

Sasuke snorted. He doubted his brother would have had the will to stop at only ‘nibbling’, even if he hadn’t been ‘all flustered’.

“I’m so sure. And if you had had control, then me getting ‘flustered’ in my sleep wouldn’t have affected you so much.” He shot back hotly. He moved his hands behind his head, and tried to relax into the ground, but found it wasn’t comfortable. He wanted something soft, and warm, with a steady breathing, and the heart beat that always started two beats slower than his, and then grew synched, and the brush of nipples threw the shirt as he curled up on his brothers chest….He shook his head, trying to banish the thoughts and get some sleep.

“I have control but I’d rather do it then you do it alone.” He chuckled his eyes still closed, for some annoying reason he was not comfortable. He shifted a bit and settled but nothing. Finally he sat up groggily crawled along Sasuke’s side and lay next to him. Then as an afterthought he grabbed Sasuke’s wrist and pulled him onto his chest.

“Much better.” He purred.
Sasuke sighed, content. ‘I guess…I have gotten used to this.’ He thought to himself. He gave a mental shrug, bending to fit his body completely on the front of the other. His foot glanced over the rope that connected him to Itachi’s pants. He hooked it with his toes, wrapping it around his ankle.

“I would have just gotten blue balls, worst case scenario, more then likely it would have just gone away. You know you did it just because you’re a pervert.” He said, before going into sleep, hopefully this time to wake up hours later, and not to the feeling of someone licking at his erection.

Itachi decided not to comment on that and just shut his eyes hoping that ‘this’ time he would be able to fall asleep. He unconsciously relaxed as he fell deeper and deeper into slumber.

Sasuke slept long and good, comfortable on the hard, muscled chest. When he did wake up, he decided to simply remain laying there, not wanting to get up. He yawned, in a way fangirls’ went gaga over. He rolled over, onto his left side, mindful to dig his elbow in as he did so. Just a little bit of revenge.

Itachi groaned into a wakefulness, something bony and painful had just shoved into his ribs… it hurt and he reacted instinctively by striking out at the offending thing. His fist hit soft flesh. He then remembered who was on him, and that he had no clue where he had hit his ‘pet’ his eyes opened hoping that he hadn’t hit anything ‘valuable.’

Sasuke ringed. He had nearly been knocked off of Itachi with that hit! He scowled, rolling his shoulder in irritation and pain, trying to remember when his brother had gotten so much more physically stronger than him. Oh yeah, only since he was born, thus his burning need to train to the point of sticklike quality.

“That was under my shoulder blade!” He moaned, in more pain than he would have liked to admit. But being poked under the shoulder blade hurt, let alone being hit! “You probably gave me another bruise, Aniki!” He complained, trying to get off his older brother, and then remembering the rope as his collar was tugged on, an equal tug coming from his brother’s pants. He flopped down, chest to chest with Itachi. “God dammit…..” He moaned out again, voice being muffled into Itachi’s front.

Itachi yawned into his hand to tired to really comprehend anything. “Mmm… you asked for it.” He mumbled looking around at his surroundings. The sun position showed it was around 3 pm-ish, he couldn’t really tell if they had been asleep for one day or more… He stretched slowly only then noticing the head buried into his torso. He shook his head and patted the spiky locks of hair.

“Where’s Kisame?” He asked his eyes circling the camp as much as they could with out making him turn around.

Sasuke bristled at Itachi. His brother could be such a hassle at times! He rolled again; moving his legs to be outstretched to the side, resting his head near Itachi’s navel, leaving plenty of lax rope. He was awake now, and was going slightly stir crazy from not being able to roll around as much because of his stupid ‘leash’, or able to get up and walk around.

“I did not ask for it! And how the hell should I know? I don’t keep tabs on the fish cake you know, that’s your job.” He griped, turning his head to face him, hair crinkling against his flat stomach.

Itachi sighed and closed his eyes for a moment. Sometimes… he just wanted to throw Sasuke into unconsciousness and be alone for a few seconds, silence sounded nice at the moment. Especially with the killer headache he had produced sleeping the way he had, head cricked to the side.

“That’s not my job,” Itachi started totally ignoring the fish cake comment. “I just thought you might know.” He rubbed his temples and laid his palm back on Sasuke’s head, his urge to maim him gone for the time being.

“You know Sasuke… you’re just as annoying as I remember.”

“Really? All I seem to remember is broken promises and abandonment.” Sasuke replied back, his tone sharp but his eyes holding a deep sadness. He turned his head, closing his eyes to hide the bit of emotion from his brother. He brought his hand up to toy with his collar, fingers running over the now familiar leather, and the foreign extension of rope from his favorite thing to finger when in thought. His other hand brought the lent Akatsuki cloak over himself, wrapping his body up in the cocoon of red and black, pulling the high collar of it up, hiding down into his clothing so that only his eyes and the top of his hair showed.

Itachi stayed silent he couldn’t really think of a reply worthy of that. He knew he had done that and no matter how he justified it, it was still wrong on his part. He had saved Sasuke… only to damn him to be just like… well himself in the end. The irony.

“They weren’t all broken…” He muttered. Though he knew more… way more then half had been. All the practices they were supposed to have, all the walks, all the play time. None of it had happened he was always to busy with missions. In a way that wasn’t his fault, but he kinda wished that he had toughed it out and stayed up an extra hour just to see a few more smiles in his memory of Sasuke. Instead of the tears and fake smiles. The abandonment was inevitable.

“Would… you really have gone with me? The person who killed everyone you love? No… eventually you would have killed me in revenge anyway. The way I saw it this way you could learn and become stronger so that you could achieve that mission.”

Sasuke hid further into his cloak. “You don’t know what I would have done. Hell, I don’t know what I would have done. I’d like to think I wouldn’t have but the truth is…..I loved you so much back then, with the right words you could have made me do anything……”Sasuke confessed, thinking back on those days. He had followed his brother with a devotion and affection, treasuring every last moment he so much as saw his outline. He had loved him to the point that he wished he could sleep with him every night, and go with him on his missions. If Itachi had wanted to control Sasuke, to make Sasuke do anything, he could have.

“Do you know, some of those nights I had a nightmare and crawled into your bed in tears? Well, it was actually because….Well, I wanted to sleep with you, and feel your body next to mine…..and I would start to cry because you felt so untouchable, and out of reach…Like you had already abandoned me…..Then I would go into your room in tears, and you would ask if I had had a bad dream, and I would nod and crawl under the covers and hug you…” Sasuke tilted his head into the upraised material, feeling flushed from his long needed confession. He had always felt guilty as a kid for lying to his Aniki, but didn’t want to not be aloud to sleep with Itachi, and so held it in.

He was speechless. It was a sudden confession one that Itachi had not considered coming out of his brothers mouth. He had assumed he would have gotten more hatred and bitter envy something along the lines of ‘everything you said is true’ not an ‘I would do anything for you. So instead of replying to that he moved onto the next outburst something that looked as if Sasuke had been holding in for a very long time.

“I… wouldn’t have cared, Sasuke. I enjoyed you next to me. The nights that you didn’t come I laid awake… when you did slumber next to me I slept so peacefully…” Itachi smiled sadly and his palm rubbed Sasuke’s nearly hidden cheek affectionately.

Sasuke turned his head into the touch, a rueful expression on his features. “Yeah….Wait, no!” He turned his head, burying his face further into the collar, hiding all of his features and only leaving his spiky hair to be portrayed in the open, like a dark silky dorsal fin.

“Stupid love…all mushy…And gross….” He mumbled into the black cloth. He had never grown out of his childish love, which angered him to no end. He was supposed to hate him, hate him wholly and with a bloody passion! But he didn’t, he loved him, and wished some nights that he could walk down the hall and into his bed once again. His hatred was once again only loneliness in his heart, his real hatred was at being left with all the responsibilities of the Uchiha. “It’s all your fault Itachi….now I have to repopulate the clan….Do you know how stressful just the thought of that is?!” He whined, not turning from the protection of his make shift burrow.

Itachi rolled his eyes and let a small smile slip past. “You shouldn’t whine… you know what it’ll do to you.” He said his hand now resting on the back of Sasuke’s head. He sighed deeply and turned his head in the direction of the high sun. His thoughts strayed as a gentle breeze passed through.

“You… don’t have to repopulate it you know? None of the family is alive to make you. So why do you ‘have’ to?” He asked curious and a little saddened… no angry at the thought of Sasuke with anyone but himself.

“You’re overly obsessed with wrinkles…..”Sasuke said, a small affectionate tone seeping in. He scowled at it, unseen by Itachi. He turned his head back to Itachi, wrinkling his nose at him, still hiding his face behind the collar, but allowing his black eyes over the rim again. “It’s because the family is gone. The whole village is making me, planning to breed me off like a prize stallion.” Sasuke’s eyes burned. He didn’t like the idea of girls throwing themselves at him just to get his genes in their belly’s, growing a little Uchiha of their own to show off for the world. He shivered in revulsion.

“Yes well age is a horrid thing. Wrinkles only make it worse…” Itachi said processing the rest of the words he had just been fed. “Then I will slaughter them too,” Itachi’s face was completely serious as he said these words. “You will not be forced into anything. Not as long as I live. If people can’t learn that the first time they don’t deserve a third chance. Don’t you agree?” He looked Sasuke right in the eyes when he asked the question.

“Don’t kill them!” Sasuke said, stunned at how easily his brother could even think of dolling out death. He knew that eventually he would have to have at least one kid to appease his village…..but he really didn’t like the sound of it. All the girls that liked him, he didn’t like back. In the end, if he never returned, it would make things easier. Or if Itachi did kill them…He shook his head violently.

“Damn it! Your making me think like you, stop it!” He snapped, turning his head. To even think of leaving his village, just for the sake of not being bred into a family for his blood line. Why did it have to be him anyway? “Why can’t you go out and knock up some girl from Konoha? Why does it have to be me that they rely on?” Sasuke grumbled to himself as well as Itachi, knowing full well that the village would probably hate the newest Uchiha if it came about threw those methods, viewing Itachi as a bad blooded person.

“…” Itachi wondered why Sasuke would want to save people that put so much responsibility and sadness on him. “You think like me naturally. It’s only obvious that you see the logic in my suggestion.” He frowned and gave Sasuke a weird look raising one eyebrow. “And what would that accomplish? I would never bed just any girl or anyone for that matter. If I did… the child would be more hated then me and would never have a chance to expand the blood line any further, at least not so they are known as a good family. More then likely he’ll be called a cursed child.”

“You enjoy turning my life to hell, I know you do.” Sasuke groaned, turning onto his side, leaving his cloud covered back and spiked raven locks for his brother’s view. He tugged on his leash slash rope, wrapping it around his wrist and pulling up, jerking at Itachi’s pants. “What was the point of attaching my neck to your hem line anyway? Or are you seriously that perverted?” He asked, giving a tug again, amusing himself by wondering if it was loose enough to were he could lift up and see whether it was boxers or briefs.

“You seem to have the same agenda toward my life.” Itachi grumbled holding his pants still. “It was the easiest area to attach the end to. Watch yourself Sasuke I may have ‘been’ tired, but I am fully rested now a little agitated… and you just tugged a part of my body you have learned to enjoy.” He smirked and tugged the other end of the leash pulling Sasuke close to his lips when he felt soft flesh beneath them he kissed it gently, suggestively.

Sasuke fought hard, but in the end his body relaxed, and he melted into the kiss. He pulled back after a few moments of pressing his lips back, though not opening up to his brother, and simply lay there, not really on top of Itachi just yet. He panted, feeling a slowly stiffening member begin to rub into the ground.

“Oh? And how do I turn your life into a living hell? I think you actually like what I’ve done so far, or am I wrong?” He gripped the rope again, tugging it upward, and slipping his hand down and in, caressing the crotch of his Aniki with a tender sort of touch. “And I’m not tired anymore either, or in pain, thanks to your fish related friend.” He said, after having leaned down to whisper against Itachi’s lips, not touching. He was eager to get back at what Itachi had done when he was asleep, by making Itachi first to cum this encounter.

Itachi bit his lip to help control himself and shuddered, trying to find his voice was increasingly hard. However he quickly got his composure back, even reluctantly not bending up just an inch to kiss Sasuke’s lips again, and relaxed against the touch. His own fingers sliding up the dark cloak, under his shirt only to rub morning cooled fingers against the supple flesh of Sasuke’s stomach.

“In a few ways you are right, but in so many you are wrong. Dear brother you have been nothing more then trouble and will probably only bring worse with you as the days pass…” Itachi cooed.

Kisame heard his name spoken from his hiding spot; he was trying to trap a nice little squirrel for his breakfast. He stood up and looked over toward camp. Immediately his face reddened and his ears steamed. “Eep!” And he was off… again. To hide from the perverted bunny thumpers sounds, and possible ‘finding a peeping tom’ wrath.

Sasuke could have full out laughed at his brother. It was funny to him, how his Aniki seemed to think he was causing so much more trouble than Itachi was for him. Being nearly raped two or three times, then fully consensually doing many other things didn’t sound like trouble, though once his friends came that would be…

“Ahh, but Aniki-kun, you know you still love me in the end…” He said devilishly, filling the small gap he had created, immediately snaking his tongue in to entice his brother into his own mouth. His hand gave a gentle squeeze, feeling his pale stomach being skimmed by Itachi. His belly tightened in arousal, feeling the beginning of a loose coil below his navel. He distantly heard the sound of something, but chocked it up to some animal being eaten again, as he had come to learn his brother’s friend was partial to such things. His hand, inside the hot cove of Itachi’s pants, began to move in circles over the constrained organ.

“Mm, if you say so.” Itachi muttered against the needy lips before he allowed his tongue to delve into its depths. He had heard Kisame scampering off and mentally snorted. Though another sound, more like a moan, passed through his lips when he felt the pressure on him intensify. His hands traveled higher rubbing against tightening nubs of flesh, his finger nails grazed leaving red marks in their wake when the hand on him moved more.

Kisame was about a mile away by that time and happy (not! The purvey fish cake) to be there with all the little bunnies and critters he desired. The sound of a cracking branch and soft breathing in the distance caught his attention and he made his way cautiously over to see who might be coming there way. He gasped and fled back to camp when he saw the yellow haired kid they had been watching for a while and the silver haired pervert that he secretly admired.
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Prepare for infinitely more OOCness in the next chap. Somehow it was managed. xD

And remember to luff Kakashizgirl! D: