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Naruto › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult +
Chapters:
1
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963
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3
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After
***
When Sasuke awoke, his eyes were already open.
Flashes of memory: whispered words - was that a jutsu? - a familiar finger against his forehead, and then…
Nothing.
He couldn’t move.
He was standing but he wasn’t sure where because he couldn’t move. Not his body, not his mouth, not his eyes. He tried to move his lips - to curse, to scream, something, but they were infuriatingly still.
It wasn’t like he was trapped inside his mind; the feeling was very different from when he’d used the sharingan to enter the Kyuubi’s prison. He could still feel every bit of his body. He was cold, even, could feel goosebumps rising on his bare arms.
He was standing in a room of some sort, completely nude. Staring into a mirror.
“You’re awake.” His own lips had formed the words, but he hadn’t wanted them to. He thought, dazedly, that it was the strangest feeling - his lips and tongue moving, his voice reverberating in his throat when he hadn’t commanded it to. “I thought maybe the process had killed you. I’m glad that it didn’t.”
His eyes never left the mirror, though they did move over it, traveling slowly, appreciatively, over the length of his own body. He hadn’t wanted them to. How long had he been staring like this?
He had stopped speaking, as if waiting for a response, before laughing softly, mockingly - as if the pause had only been to remind Sasuke that he couldn’t respond. “It’s strange for me, too, you know. I can feel your thoughts, they’re in there fluttering like wings against mine. So I know that you’re here with me, inside, but your body feels as if it’s completely my own.”
One hand lifted, caressing pale skin. “My own. I’m touching both of us at the same time, Otouto. Do you understand?”
If he’d been in control of his body, his stomach would have plummeted, his throat would have constricted in horror.
Otouto.
Those thin fingers, his fingers but Itachi’s at the same time, traced over his hip bone, following the slight jutting line of it before sliding down toward his thigh. “I did tell you I needed your eyes,” he whispered. “But you made the wrong assumption as to how I planned to get them.”
Those same eyes wanted to close, to shut out what was happening, but Itachi had possessed them more fully than if he had ripped them from their sockets and held them in his own hand.
“Have I ever been wasteful, Sasuke? Did you really think that I would rip out your eyes and throw away something so perfect, after working so hard to make you this way? I didn‘t groom only your eyes, but all of you.” Sasuke was forced to watch Itachi’s gentle caresses, feel them, and feel his own body responding in kind. “Everything I see now is the result of my strength - and yours. We’ll enjoy it together.”
Sasuke again felt the strange, aching sensation that he now associated with wanting to scream, but lacking the means with which to do so.
“I waited for a long time,” Itachi said, his voice hitching only slightly when his fingers touched Sasuke’s arousal. “Just looking at us. I wanted you to be awake to feel this.”
His hand began moving and Sasuke could have cried, screamed, moaned. Hot friction, dry enough to hurt but they’d both always been a little masochistic.
Their legs grew weak and Itachi stepped back, sitting on the bed behind them, keeping his eyes on the mirror and his legs open so that Sasuke could still see exactly what was happening.
His body was on fire and he wasn’t sure which was worse - that he couldn’t pull away from the touch, or that he couldn’t writhe beneath it. Itachi’s breathing was loud in his ears and it was his own as well, growing faster, frenzied, desperate. But the eyes looking back at him from the mirror were Itachi’s, smirking and lustful. “Do you like it?” those traitorous lips hissed, and Sasuke would have cut them off of himself if he could. “Do you wish you could scream for me?”
What was worse than hearing the words themselves was the way his own thoughts screamed his brother’s name, louder and with more passion than his voice could have ever held, as his release spilled over his brother’s - no, their hand.
The world shattered and it took a long time for the pieces to come together again. Itachi’s new eyes stared up at the ceiling and Sasuke looked out through them, watching a ceiling fan spin lazily above them, feeling the rapid rise-and-fall of his, their, Itachi’s chest slowing until it returned to normal. They sat up again.
Itachi spent a while, afterward, just staring blearily into the mirror, caressing every part of Sasuke’s body that he could reach. When he finally spoke, just as Sasuke was beginning to get his bearings again, he said, “You should rest, Otouto. Tomorrow morning, we leave for Konoha. Your friends will be wanting to see you.”
***
The idea for the unintelligible words and the poke to actually be part of a jutsu came to me all randomly. I originally wanted someone else to write it because I imagined this waking-up scene for Sasuke and knew I couldn't write any sort of smut, but I gave it a shot anyway. I wanted it to have a sort of horror-ish feel to it, so I hope that came across.
When Sasuke awoke, his eyes were already open.
Flashes of memory: whispered words - was that a jutsu? - a familiar finger against his forehead, and then…
Nothing.
He couldn’t move.
He was standing but he wasn’t sure where because he couldn’t move. Not his body, not his mouth, not his eyes. He tried to move his lips - to curse, to scream, something, but they were infuriatingly still.
It wasn’t like he was trapped inside his mind; the feeling was very different from when he’d used the sharingan to enter the Kyuubi’s prison. He could still feel every bit of his body. He was cold, even, could feel goosebumps rising on his bare arms.
He was standing in a room of some sort, completely nude. Staring into a mirror.
“You’re awake.” His own lips had formed the words, but he hadn’t wanted them to. He thought, dazedly, that it was the strangest feeling - his lips and tongue moving, his voice reverberating in his throat when he hadn’t commanded it to. “I thought maybe the process had killed you. I’m glad that it didn’t.”
His eyes never left the mirror, though they did move over it, traveling slowly, appreciatively, over the length of his own body. He hadn’t wanted them to. How long had he been staring like this?
He had stopped speaking, as if waiting for a response, before laughing softly, mockingly - as if the pause had only been to remind Sasuke that he couldn’t respond. “It’s strange for me, too, you know. I can feel your thoughts, they’re in there fluttering like wings against mine. So I know that you’re here with me, inside, but your body feels as if it’s completely my own.”
One hand lifted, caressing pale skin. “My own. I’m touching both of us at the same time, Otouto. Do you understand?”
If he’d been in control of his body, his stomach would have plummeted, his throat would have constricted in horror.
Otouto.
Those thin fingers, his fingers but Itachi’s at the same time, traced over his hip bone, following the slight jutting line of it before sliding down toward his thigh. “I did tell you I needed your eyes,” he whispered. “But you made the wrong assumption as to how I planned to get them.”
Those same eyes wanted to close, to shut out what was happening, but Itachi had possessed them more fully than if he had ripped them from their sockets and held them in his own hand.
“Have I ever been wasteful, Sasuke? Did you really think that I would rip out your eyes and throw away something so perfect, after working so hard to make you this way? I didn‘t groom only your eyes, but all of you.” Sasuke was forced to watch Itachi’s gentle caresses, feel them, and feel his own body responding in kind. “Everything I see now is the result of my strength - and yours. We’ll enjoy it together.”
Sasuke again felt the strange, aching sensation that he now associated with wanting to scream, but lacking the means with which to do so.
“I waited for a long time,” Itachi said, his voice hitching only slightly when his fingers touched Sasuke’s arousal. “Just looking at us. I wanted you to be awake to feel this.”
His hand began moving and Sasuke could have cried, screamed, moaned. Hot friction, dry enough to hurt but they’d both always been a little masochistic.
Their legs grew weak and Itachi stepped back, sitting on the bed behind them, keeping his eyes on the mirror and his legs open so that Sasuke could still see exactly what was happening.
His body was on fire and he wasn’t sure which was worse - that he couldn’t pull away from the touch, or that he couldn’t writhe beneath it. Itachi’s breathing was loud in his ears and it was his own as well, growing faster, frenzied, desperate. But the eyes looking back at him from the mirror were Itachi’s, smirking and lustful. “Do you like it?” those traitorous lips hissed, and Sasuke would have cut them off of himself if he could. “Do you wish you could scream for me?”
What was worse than hearing the words themselves was the way his own thoughts screamed his brother’s name, louder and with more passion than his voice could have ever held, as his release spilled over his brother’s - no, their hand.
The world shattered and it took a long time for the pieces to come together again. Itachi’s new eyes stared up at the ceiling and Sasuke looked out through them, watching a ceiling fan spin lazily above them, feeling the rapid rise-and-fall of his, their, Itachi’s chest slowing until it returned to normal. They sat up again.
Itachi spent a while, afterward, just staring blearily into the mirror, caressing every part of Sasuke’s body that he could reach. When he finally spoke, just as Sasuke was beginning to get his bearings again, he said, “You should rest, Otouto. Tomorrow morning, we leave for Konoha. Your friends will be wanting to see you.”
***
The idea for the unintelligible words and the poke to actually be part of a jutsu came to me all randomly. I originally wanted someone else to write it because I imagined this waking-up scene for Sasuke and knew I couldn't write any sort of smut, but I gave it a shot anyway. I wanted it to have a sort of horror-ish feel to it, so I hope that came across.