Never Say Goodnight

The basement of the Uchiha house was cold and a little damp, walls made of hewn stone, rough around the edges, the surfaces worn treacherously smooth with age. Itachi remembered his mother warning his little brother against running on it when they were little, but he had always been somehow above all of those silly warnings, even then. It was confusing, to wake up here now, cheek pressed to the ground, the cold stone inevitably causing cricks in his back. Itachi wasn't as young as he used to be.

He hadn't been in this room, this house, this compound for so long it almost seemed to be lifetimes, but the room seemed oddly familiar still, like he'd never really left. Itachi tried to activate the sharingan, but stopped quickly, the pain behind his eyes blinding him for a moment. He tried to collect his chakra to fix the problem, but he could feel it draining away. He shifted and felt leather bite into his arms, heavy with lack of circulation, an experimental kick told him his ankles were bound together as well. He sighed, letting his head fall backwards, trying to think of some way to get out of here.

Waking up in the basement of one's childhood home might well be some innocent mistake, but waking up in the basement of one's childhood home bound hand and foot, with your chakra drained definitely sung of bad intentions.

X

Itachi had slipped into sleep before long, and it was sharp kick to the side of the head that woke him. His instincts tried to send him into a defensive crouch before he'd even come fully awake, but the bound limbs tripped him up and he just ended up sprawled on his back again, staring up at the smirking face of Uchiha Sasuke, his little brother.

He shot the boy the most hateful glare he could manage, while taking in the sight of his brother before him, something he also hadn't seen in so very long. Sasuke had gotten taller, his shoulders more broad his body thicker now, corded with thin, wiry muscle, the kind born of actual work not simulated exercises in some humid room. He tried once again to activate the sharingan, and again the blinding pain seared inside his head. Itachi bit back the cry that broke from him then, leaning subconsciously into the hand that comes to rest on his forehead, unable to grab at it himself but still instinctually compelled.

His head cleared and he realized whose hand was on his skin. He growled his distaste as he pulled sharply away, but Sasuke only smiled, shaking is head gently before reaching his hand out again, this time winding it into Itachi's dark hair snugly, using it like a handle to turn the man's head towards him with a grunt. He clucked his tongue reproachfully.

"Am I really that distasteful to you aniki? Must you shrink from my touch? You must have loved me once, you left me alive after all." His voice was sweet, softer than Itachi remembered, the notes of liquid fire and hatred that had coated the timbre last time they had met were melted away now, leaving something too soft and silky in its place. The tone made Itachi shiver slightly. He didn't respond though, staring up at Sasuke with the same hateful little glare as before. The boy only smiled.

"I'm disappointed Itachi, what ever happened to your affection for your dear lost little otouto?" His smile got a little distant and he leaned closer to the older boy, who tried to wriggle backwards, but a sharp tug reminded him of his brother's hand still tangled tightly in his hair. Itachi winced. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes, but at the sensation of soft lips pressed to his forehead they popped open again, wide with surprise and mistrust.

"Sasuke, what the fuck are you doing?" Itachi winced at how small and broken his voice sounded, rough with disuse and the parched feel of his throat, but his brother just smiled, loosening the hand fisted in Itachi's hair in favor if gently running it through the locks. Small cooing noises dropped from Sasuke's lips then, his eyes half closed, his fingers running gently through Itachi's hair.

The older boy forced himself to stay tense under his brother's touch, biting the inside of his cheek roughly when he caught himself leaning into the lightly stroking hand. A light laugh broke from Sasuke's mouth at the resulting twitch, and Itachi whipped his head around to glare at his brother for it. Sasuke ignored this, letting his hand trail down Itachi's cheek to cup his chin gently before laying another soft, inexplicable kiss on his brother's face, this time on the curve of his cheek bone. Itachi almost blushed, almost, as the younger boy rose, turning his back on his captive and heading towards the stairs. He stopped for a moment on the bottom step, turning his head back and smiling once more.

"I'll be back in a little while, niisan. I bet you're hungry, so I'll make sure to bring you something to eat when I do." Itachi opened his mouth, planning to say something about how he didn't need his foolish little brother's food, that he'd be alright, and it would be better if the boy just let him go and stopped with the futile and foolish games already, but before he could even start his stomach rebelled, uttering a small empty growl that really did make Itachi blush, though he did his best to hide it by turning away from the stairway.

Sasuke's smile cracked a little at the lack of response, and he stood still a moment longer before he shrugged and headed back up the stairs. With a flip of a switch and a light slam of the door Itachi was reduced once more to lying on the cold stone floor, only now he was surrounded by an impenetrable darkness. He swore lightly under his breath. Things were not working out the way he'd hoped they would. At least in the darkness, where no one could really see him, he had the luxurious option of pouting.

X

The world in its entirety is leather cutting into warm limbs he can't really feel anymore. Beyond that is heavy darkness, like a blanket, and he can't even tell if his eyes are open or closed most of the time, and he finds himself not really caring. He is aware of the line between himself and the darkness around him, but beyond that line, beyond the expanses of skin covered in cooling sweat, pressed onto painfully hard stone he knows nothing. Beyond those expanses of skin there is nothing: no time, no place, no moldering house, no village, no smiling people. He doesnt know if he is awake or asleep, but he hopes he is asleep, though he thinks he must be awake because in dreams you never doubt your reality, there is less tendency to question. Still, he hopes.

X

Itachi was aware first of the sound of footsteps across the wood floor above him. They were bare, his senses told him, one person alone, carrying something. The gait was familiar, and he hoped to god it was Sasuke because someone else seeing him like this would hurt his pride too much. At the same time though he hoped that maybe it wasn't, that whoever is up there would find him and let him out of here.

The door creaked open and light filtered in, and even the diffused illumination from secondhand sunlight burned his eyes, he's been in the dark for a long, long time. He turned his head away, listening intently to the sound of the bare feet on the stairs and he knew then it was Sasuke, he remembers those foot falls. His stomach twisted gently, and taking opportunity to grumble slightly, he knew he hadn't eaten since he'd been down here and it felt like weeks but he knew it was in all probably not that long at all.

He heard the figure walk to his side before kneeling, setting the tray down and settling next to Itachi, where he was spread out on the floor on his stomach. Itachi jumped at the hand that was layed lightly on his back, rubbing small circles, and he could hear the smile in Sasuke's words.

"Ah Aniki, I see you're awake. I brought you down something to eat, I know you must be quite hungry by now. I would have been earlier but I had to meet with my ANBU squad."

Itachi flinched as he felt fingers slide up to his wrists, even more so when the bonds there were loosened and feeling rushed back into them. The pins and needles sent a tingling rush though him as the circulation was restored. He tried wiggling his fingers, they were thick and heavy still, bursting with little pricks of pain, but they moved that much he could tell.

His brother's fingers moved up to cup his cheek then, and he tried to pull away but the nails dug in slightly in warning and he stopped. He let his head be turned, shifted to look into his brother's smiling face, so familiar, everything was the same still. Well, everything except the eyes, too warm and wet for his brother, not after the massacre. The boy sighed.

"Why do you have to make everything so much more difficult, aniki? Why can't you just accept the situation, fighting isn't going to get you anything but crushed, so why don't you try behaving a little, hm?" The words sunk into his mind, still foggy and unsure, but he filed them away, doing his best not to lean into the touch, making sure not to lean away too much though, lest the earlier warning be clarified. He knew that would mean pain.

"Go to hell, foolish otouto." He focused every remaining speck of energy he had into spitting those words spitefully, while remaining perfectly still. The answering contact of flesh against flesh was too sudden to register in his current disconnected state of consciousness. One minute Sasuke was holding his cheek lightly, the next his head was snapped to the side, bouncing slightly on the stone from the force of the open handed slap, that same cheek stinging violently.

"Why does Aniki always have to try and prove himself?" The hand returned, gentle and soothing against the stinging skin of his face, stroking it once before moving to the other side of his head, cupping the opposite cheek and gently turning his head.

Itachi met his brother's eyes and he felt the cold squeeze of fear in his guts. Something was different, something was wrong. Under the glaze of tender worry there there was something discordant and broken, like a misfiring machine, sending up flurries of sparks and noise, just waiting for something to catch fire. He shivered, and watched the detached smile on Sasuke's face fall to a look of hurt. He winced.

"How about we sit you up now, Aniki. I have something here for you, I know you're hungry." Sasuke coaxed him into a sitting position, swinging around so that he sat behind Itachi, legs crossed, pulling the older boy back to lay against him. Itachi shivered again at the uncomfortable position this put him in, but chose not to comment, remembering the last hit he had received, and then those eyes.

Still, he wasn't expecting the pale hand holding out the bowl, another wrapping around from the other side with chopsticks firmly held. He tried to reach for them himself, but his fingers were still clumsy and prickling from lack of circulation. Sasuke sighed, and pushed his arms back down to rest on his stomach, taking up the utensils once more in his own hands.

It was a strange feeling for Itachi, to have someone feeding him again, and he thought maybe he should refuse the offered morsel, the situation digging deeply into his dying ego. All indignity was forgotten though when the warm food hit his tongue. He hadn't taken into account just how hungry he was at that point, and the small bits of chicken, rice, and vegetables were delicious on his dry tongue.

He let his eyes shut, not wanting to think about the fact that his little brother, the boy he'd done everything possible to drive away, was so close to him now, feeding him like a child. It surprised his greatly then when he felt the cool press of glass to his lips. He blinked at that, seeing the cup Sasuke held in front of his face. He wanted to refuse that too, tell the boy he didn't need his help, but his hands were heavy still, so he just sighed, opening his mouth as Sasuke tipped the cup upwards.

The tea inside was cool and sweet as it slid into his mouth, and he was more grateful for that than for the food, or even the removal of those straps that had bound him. His tongue had been dry, his throat rough and painful, but the cool liquid was soothing over everything. He swallowed and swallowed until Sasuke pulled it away, and still he couldn't quite keep down the small noise of disappointment when his brother withdrew the cup, setting it down with a small chuckle.

Itachi felt the blush creep across his face at Sasuke's response. Without the bowl or cup, the pretense of some mission being accomplished, the position he was in became awkward. He moved to get up, but Sasuke just tugged him back down by the collar, giggling softly in his ear as he felt back. Itachi winced slightly, this was worse because now he was sprawled out in his brother's lap, one of the boy's pale arms wrapping around his chest, Sasuke's face nuzzling into his hair.

He felt like he needed to get out of there, now, something wasn't right anymore, something was very wrong with his little brother. He winced at the thought that he was really the only person who could have made him like this. Something in the back of his head said that maybe this was what he deserved after all the pain he'd caused. Still, his struggling got him nowhere, and his quickly dwindling energy made him stop. It was a proven exercise in futility anyways.

What did he think he could do against Sasuke in the end? His brother was probably pretty close to him in skill by now, and as exhausted as Itachi was he probably couldn't take the boy in a fair fight, and with all his chakra blocked and his limbs still a bit heavy and sluggish this was no where close to a fair fight.

X

He was used to the periods of darkness by now, intervals of isolation broken only by Sasuke's visits. They weren't exactly regular, though they were frequent, but they were the only thing he had by which to measure time's passage. In the darkness there was nothing for his brain to hold onto, nothing his mind found worthy of remembering, so they passed quickly in retrospect, though living through them was another story. He spent most of his time on the floor, spread out on his back on the cool stone. The room, the whole house was full of memories he didn't want to acknowledge. He swore sometimes he could hear voices, faint and far off. He wasn't sure whether they were Sasuke upstairs, or maybe they were dreams.

Or maybe he was just going insane


X

The light flicked on, Itachi started at the suddenness of the change. He cursed himself for not hearing the approaching footsteps across the floor above him. He blamed it on the darkness, maybe he'd even been asleep, he didn't know, but he didn't want to admit that maybe it was just because he was somehow more comfortable here now. Just the thought in passing made him shiver.

Sasuke was loud on the stairs though, and Itachi turned to look at him. The boy was dressed like he used to dress, the loose blue shirt with that ridiculous collar, the clan crest emblasoned on the back. Itachi chuckled a little. Like anyone would forget Sasuke was an Uchiha. More likely though, it was more of a reminder to himself: this is what was lost, this is what must be avenged, this is what must be restored. Personally Itachi thought it was stupid.

His musings were halted when his brother kneeled beside him, surprisingly without a bowl or cup in hand. Itachi was confused for a second, his brows knitting, but his mouth not exactly forming the question he wanted to ask. Provoking Sasuke had proven itself to be a generally bad idea.

He was startled when his brother offered his normal greetings, rambling on a little about things he chose not to listen to really. What really made him jump though was when the hand that touched his cheek softly like normal dove up to tangle in his hair. The dark strands were long, still tied back in the familiar bunch behind him, though at this point it was far from it's usual smooth perfection.

He wasn't sure how to react when Sasuke pulled the tie from his hair, running his fingers through it, watching as it fell around Itachi's face like silk. He smiled, and Itachi could almost see the little boy who used to follow him around so closely in those eyes. It was calming, much more so than the weird little splinters of madness he usually caught there.

His unease was somehow pushed farther back in his head when Sasuke produced a wooden comb from a pouch at his waist, running it through the long dark hair carefully, pausing to work out each tangle without hurting his brother. The feeling was calming to Itachi, who found himself leaning into the contact despite himself.

No one had touched him like that since he was a child, none of the women, and yes sometimes men, that he had slept with in his lifetime had ever been this intimate to him, always keeping a certain amount of distance. After all, with the cold and prickly exterior he projected how could they not?

He sighed as Sasuke withdrew the comb, setting it to the side, and drawing out a brush in it's place, satisfied that the tangles were for the most part gone. The brush whispered through Itachi's hair like wind, sliding until the dark strands were once again smooth and shiny against his pale skin, falling around his face.

Sasuke reveled in the feel of it, as his brother's hair slid over his skin with each stroke. It was soft, if a little oily, not having been washed in awhile. He resolved to bring down an actual tub of water next time, to shampoo out those locks, bringing them back to perfection. He let out a small sigh himself as he deemed the job done. He laid the brush down, even if he was reluctant to stop his task and release his brother. He enjoyed the contact.

Still, he pulled away like he knew he should, but not before running his fingers through Itachi's hair one more time, pushing the falling strands out of his brother's face, tucking them behind one ear. He smiled then, taking in the calm face of Itachi, looking for all the world like the brother he knew before the unpleasantness that led to all of this in the beginning.

Sasuke moved to stand, but turned at the last moment, dropping a small, damp kiss onto Itachi's forehead as he stood. Once he'd gotten to his feet he turned, and left without looking back. He flipped the light off again as he closed the door, leaving Itachi to touch that point on his skin, still moist and warm, and wonder what the fuck just happened.

X

Inside of those dark times, he thought. There was nothing else to do really. He looked back on his life, still too short, too much he had left to do. He'd never contemplated the end before this, always too confident in his own skills and prowess to consider his own death a real threat. Not that the rational part of his mind considered Sasuke a threat to his life, logically if the boy had wanted to kill him he'd already be dead.

Still, the uneven and half-crazed flickers in Sasuke's eye made him doubt this sometimes, and he learned quickly to push the calculating, reasoning side of his brain to the back. That was the side that insisted on plotting escape, on returning to freedom, but he knew above all that this was foolish. His brother was nothing if not thorough, the boy tied up all loose ends and outside of these walls he was probably already legally dead. No one was coming to his rescue, and he knew there was no getting away.

Sometimes he wasn't even sure if he wanted to anymore.

X

Itachi thought it was a week or two later, but in truth it could have been days, when things started to change. Sasuke seemed different that day, a little bit more insane, and he hadn't even bothered to take off the ANBU uniform before he came down, spots of blood marring the white surface of the armor. Itachi had almost mentioned it, a little puzzled as to why Sasuke had come down without anything else.

Usually the boy made some excuse to come down to see him. Usually he brought food, water, or maybe tea. Sometimes he would come down for some other reason, some small thing he wanted to do, usually called up by some childhood memory, though sometimes those things held no significance at all for Itachi.

Today though, Sasuke's hands were empty, his armor still on, and there was something strange about him, how he moved. It wasn't until his brother was close enough that he could smell it that Itachi saw the blood caked around the rip in Sasuke's pants, right below his hip, and again on his opposite shoulder, smeared around an angry looking gash that seemed to have stopped bleeding for the most part.

What disturbed him the most though wasn't the injuries themselves, but the fact that his own first reaction was concern. He kicked himself mentally, even as his subconscious tried to gauge the severity of the wounds. He knew they weren't serious, but still he couldn't quite stifle the voice in his head that told him to clean and tend them. It was still his little brother after all.

His thought process came to a screaming halt though when Sasuke's hands came up to comb through his hair, pulling the tie free and letting the dark strands fall around his face. The sensation itself was pleasant but it still sent a burning trail of discomfort through his gut. He opened his mouth, cold words at the ready to send the boy away. He only hoped Sasuke would listen.

Only this time his brother beat him to it.

"Aniki..." The voice sounded distant, broken. It made his brain freeze in it's tracks. It wasn't the sound of the odd, somewhat sadistic man that had tied him up in a basement, it was the sound of the little boy who used to follow Itachi wherever he went, begging for attention he never quite received. Itachi's cocked his head slightly, the logical side of his brain whirring, trying to figure this out.

That was halted, though, by the pure shock of the boy's sudden movement. Itachi didn't even feel him close the distance, but he suddenly had a lap full of warmth as Sasuke's arms wrapped around his chest, the pale head pillowed on his shoulder, the darkly clad legs splayed across his lap. He froze there once again, utterly unsure of what to do with the bundle in his lap now. Even in their childhood this had never happened, Sasuke had always held back.

His mind was racing, as he found himself awkwardly embracing the boy in his lap, one hand rubbing slow, soothing circles on his back, the other one running through the dark hair so much like his own. He was surprised at his actions, and equally surprised at the soothing nonsense he seemed to be humming into that dark hair.

Still, his understanding of everything stopped the moment he felt the press of lips on his own. His eyes flew open, but his body was frozen in place as Sasuke's arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him close. His brother's lips were moving desperately against his, hard and hungry, but Itachi couldn't move, couldn't process this. His mind jump started when he felt the nip of teeth on his lips, and Sasuke's tongue trying to pry its way inside his mouth. Itachi panicked, pushing the boy with all his might, not sure how to react, but knowing he wanted it to stop.

Sasuke wasn't expecting that, and went sliding backwards, off of Itachi's lap and onto the cold stone of the floor. His arms were still tightly wound around his brother's neck though, so the older boy was pulled down on top of him, struggling to catch himself on the way down, landing with one knee on either side of Sasuke's legs, one hand on either side of his shoulders.

Sasuke's eyes were wide, they looked more surprised than hurt though. It only took a second for him to return to his earlier actions, pressing his lips to Itachi's hungrily, suckling the bottom lip into his mouth and nibbling it. The little breath of surprise was all Sasuke needed to slip his tongue into his brother's mouth, running it along the smooth row of the older boy's teeth. Itachi panicked again, not quite sure how to react to his brother acting this way. He did the first thing that came to his mind, biting down on the wiggling muscle that was now inside his mouth.

Sasuke let out a surprised cry of pain, the sound seemed distant, surprise, almost hurt, like he didn't understand why his brother would do such a thing. Itachi pushed himself as far upwards as he could with Sasuke still hanging from his neck, and registered the open confusion and distress in those dark eyes. It only lasted a minute though, until the red wheels of the sharingan appeared, whirling quickly around.

Itachi tried to wiggle back and away then, his pride gone enough to understand that this was a very viable threat in his current state. Still, he couldn't quite get back far enough to avoid the punch his little brother threw his way, obviously enhanced with chakra from the audible crack that sounded when it connected with his jaw.

Itachi turned his face away, tasting blood, and what could very well be a broken tooth in his mouth. The pain he could take, he was a trained shinobi after all, but the feeling of being at his brother's mercy sent him reeling, unable to comprehend how the doting little child who used to follow him everywhere had surpassed him so fast.

In a flash he found their positions reversed, with Sasuke straddling his waist now, glaring down at him again. He wasn't sure what to do, the boy's smile was jagged and hateful, streaked with his own blood, from the bitten tongue probably. Itachi winced as the boy wrapped small hands around his throat, squeezing until he couldn't really breath, clawing at them desperately with his own. Sasuke's smile only got more painful then, almost feral.

"S-sasuke, otouto stop..." He clawed at the fingers encircling his throat, his mind racing for anything else he could do, his vision swimming, the world growing darker around him. Sasuke's smile faltered at his words, but the hands on his neck didn't grow any more lax, and Itachi was starting to really get worried. The image of that broken something in his little brother's eyes flashed in front of his face, and as his fingers started to lose their strength and he grew tired, he realized he might well die here, like this at Sasuke's hands. And he would deserve it.

Sasuke let go then, worry shining in his eyes, now dark again, looking almost confused, and Itachi was never more glad to see them, no matter how much they usually disconcerted him. There was something broken in them though, some longing he recognized almost painfully. Then those hands were on his cheeks again, smoothing lightly over the skin like he was trying to make sure Itachi was actually there still, and Sasuke was mumbling something his brother couldn't quite make out, as the hand rose to tangle in his hair.

Sasuke leaned in again, and this time Itachi saw the contact coming before their lips met, but he was too dazed to fight it, still panting from the loss of oxygen. He knew he should put more energy into this, but he found he couldn't make himself care as much. He probably deserved this after all, if Sasuke could come so close to killing him, something he'd never had the courage to do himself.

He opened his mouth weakly at Sasuke's urging, and the invasion of his baby brother's tongue into his mouth was oddly pleasing, like a sign of submission, of letting go. He didn't do much in return though, just let Sasuke inexpertly plunder his mouth. It warmed him oddly, thinking of how inexperienced his brother must be at this, even with all those girls following him around. To think that his brother was still somewhat pure where Itachi was not.

Sasuke's hand roamed from his hair, dragging down over his neck and gripping at the slightly tattered shirt he wore, sleeves cut off long ago, collar torn in some long ago confrontation. It tore easily under Sasuke's hands, ripping clear down the front and allowing his baby brother's fingers to dance across his skin, offering some sort of absolution.

"A-aniki..." Sasuke's voice was a bit hoarse when he broke away for air, but that tone from earlier had crept back in, but it made Itachi feel safer this time. Still, he just sat there, dumbly, letting Sasuke do as he pleased. The boy's hands were busy on his pants now, pulling them open and roughly grabbing at his soft shaft. It was a half blessing for him to find himself not hard from that kiss.

It didn't deter Sasuke though, the boy sliding backwards and dipping his head down to nip at Itachi's stomach lightly, nuzzling and licking along the smooth surface until his hands had finally managed to fumble his brother's shaft, now half hard, from the confines of his pants. Sasuke just stared at it in wonder for a second, watching the way it grew a little in his hands as he moved them around it softly, then he dove in, laving the tip of Itachi's cock with the flat of his tongue.

Itachi groaned a little as his baby brother suckled the tip into his mouth, moving inexpertly around it. That made his enjoyment of this a little bit better though, and he let Sasuke move as he wanted, taking no notice of the hand that left to fumble his pants the rest of the way off until the garment was torn away, fabric rending in Sasuke's impatience. Then one finger, slicked with the saliva dripping down his shaft from Sasuke's mouth, pressed against his ass and he panicked. That wasn't right, he couldn't do that.

Then Itachi remembered how Sasuke had been before, all strong and terrifying madness as he grabbed Itachi's neck. He shivered. Clearly Sasuke could very well do that, whatever he wanted in fact, long past being the days where Itachi could best the boy without even trying. He forced himself t relax then, remembering the absolution that would come, though the action was still tinged with fear of what Sasuke might do to him this time if he refused, especially with such a sensitive portion of Itachi's anatomy in his mouth.

The finger slipped in rather easily, thin and lithe, and Itachi almost sighed in relief. It didn't hurt much, barely stung. The second though, shoved in beside it a little to fast for his liking, that one stung more, and the third hurt quite a bit. He fought to stay relaxed though, the pain offset by the panting breaths Sasuke sent across his slicked shaft, alternated with licks and little suckles, sweeping moisture from the tip.

Itachi felt the inevitable wave of an orgasm building in him, but Sasuke pulled away before he could get to it, nuzzling apologetically into his brother's stomach as he worked his way back up to Itachi's lips. Itachi's world was hazy, muddled enough that he didn't register his brother's fingers leaving his ass until something larger, blunt and hot, was pressed against him.

His eyes went wide, but he fought to relax his muscles as Sasuke pushed inside of him, barely lubed by the saliva that coated both surfaces. It burned more than the fingers did when Sasuke pushed inside, quickly in one smooth thrust. Itachi appreciated that, when all the burning friction came in one punch, like pulling off a bandaid. It took him a moment to acclimate to the large intrusion though, and he squirmed around it. Sasuke's cock felt like a baseball bat inside of him, like it might push up through the back of his throat if he wasn't careful.

Still, it wasn't long before his baby brother started moving inside of him, and while it hurt a bit at first it slowly faded to a pleasurable burn. Watching Sasuke's face, open and almost innocent in his pleasure, helped that, as did Itachi's still singing desire, the flames fed as Sasuke rubbed against something inside of him. He grasped at his brother's back with clawing, scraping fingers along the smooth flesh as the boy moved inside him.

It wasn't even that it hurt now, because it really didn't, it was that it felt good, almost too good, and he wasn't sure what to make of it. Sasuke's eyes were shut above him, and his head lolled back, small noises of pleasure falling from his lips, among little cries of aniki, so good, and don't go. Itachi flinched a little at those cries, his self-hatred burning inside of him now, guilt and exhaustion filling him like lead weights. He still couldn't deny the pleasure though, the way his baby brother's shaft felt buried inside of him, and the way it felt to just feel forgiven, even for such a short time. It was almost like before. He just let it happen.

Sasuke was normally someone with an amazing amount of self control, especially when working towards something he wanted, and many things had changed since their youth but Itachi was somehow still the boy's failing point. Sasuke never quite could hold onto any of those walls or boundaries where his aniki was concerned. It was an amazing transformation, the boy on top of him now from that cold figure he'd seen before, hard and unbreakable.

It didn't take Sasuke long to reach his peak, rocking into Itachi with a deep moan, and his brother flinched as he felt the wet heat flooding his ass, ashamed at the little thrill of pleasure it sent through him. The tired smirk on Sasuke's face made his heart jump a little, and Sasuke's pale little hand came to rest suddenly on Itachi's cock, his own still buried inside his brother. It only took a few lazy tugs before Itachi was writhing around him, eyes wet and shut tightly, head shaking from side to side a little.

He came hotly over Sasuke's little hand, and his cheeks flushed from the embarrassment and horror of it. Not only had he let his baby brother fuck him, he'd come from it, it had felt fucking good, better than anything had in a long time. Sasuke's eyes shut then, and he leaned forwards into Itachi with a small purr of contentment, and for once Itachi did nothing to stop him.

Sasuke smirked widely as he snuggled into his brother's chest, those arms coming to rest heavily around his back even as he felt his brother's tears falling into his hair. He smirked because, finally, he had won. Itachi was here with him again, really here with him, and now they could be together again, forever.