Northern lights (Uchihachest)

A/N: So this is written for KalineReine, was written as one of the ten drabbles that I`m not gonna be able to finish. I suck ;O I know.. but this was more like a oneshot. Sooo I decided to post it alone. And not with the other drabbles.


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I'm just lying here on the wet pavement, feeling how the cool moisture tries to soak in through the thin layer of clothing I'm wearing;-a pair of form fitting black jeans, ripped and torn in order to show off my smooth pale skin in teasing patches, dark blue wife beater with a melting heart and grey skulls which cling to my sides and chest so tight I know my mother would have wrinkled her nose if she had been alive. She wouldn't have commented on it though. But my father would have, even if my brother was wearing something very similar.

I should have put on some more clothes, should be wearing more.

I really should..

The cold, frigid February air is biting me, making my fingers numb. And I already know I'm going to wake up with a cold tomorrow. But the feel of goose bumps running up and down my arms keeps me grounded, keeps me here-in this moment. Helps me feel the welcomed warmth that radiates from the man lying next to me better. He never indulges me like this. He never lie so close, never gives me so much attention. Not in this way..

I'm watching the northern lights dance beneath the universe. So far, far away. Mesmerizing me with it's beauty, it's dancing for me, strutting, teasing.. Glinting down at me..No, not just me- Us. It dances for us.. in jade, teal, frosted blue, deep greens and some other color I can't identify, the color of magic perhaps.. Silently, I think that it must be. Nothing besides magic can be that beautiful..
Or..
I turn my head and stare at the familiar man lying next to me, small clouds of frost slipping out from his lips as he stares open mouthed at the sky. Watching the light dance and I can't help but think that he's putting the stars and the moon to shame in his beauty.

I giggle silently at my own sentimental thoughts, so fucking poetic I feel a little sick with embarrassment even when no one knows just what I'm thinking. Throwing an arm over my eyes I laugh. “I'm soooo wasted..” I mutter, getting a small agreeing grunt in reply.

I feel the vodka bottle in my hand, the glass heavy as it presses my fingers down to the ground – so solid, so heavy. Half full..

I know that the strong liquid tastes bitter strong;-of lemon, fire and sugar. I haven't taken a sip for a while now because taking a sip means sitting up, and sitting up means losing the warmth, and I know I'll miss it.

If I sit up and ruin the moment it could make the other person with me bolt back to reality – back to ignoring me, brushing me off as annoying and insignificant.. And I can't have that, I like this comfortable bubble we're drowning in, this comfortable bubble where it's only me, him and the northern lights. So I lay grounded, just feeling the heavy glass, feeling his skin against mine-knowing we're asking for pneumonia, a cold, perhaps a fever. I think it's worth it..

And since he is still here, maybe he thinks it's worth it too.

Or maybe he's just hiding from all the others? All those voices I can suddenly hear in the near distance yelling his name.. I doubt they have even noticed that I'm gone too.


Usually that would make me angry, bitter.. But right now I don't care. Just giggle a little when our eyes meet and he raises his eyebrows in a silent question if I have heard them or not.


The alcohol has made my world revolve just a little faster, making the cold a little more distant; pushing the unwelcomed thought of potential cars racing over the stretch of pitch black road we're resting on scarce-just barely there. A small whisper of paranoia whenever I hear the sloshing sound of tires disturbing the thin sheen of water on some distant road. But it's not where we lie, so like everything else, it doesn't matter; it's not even a notable worry in the back of my mind.


Even though I know, that if a car does come it will run us over.


That would devastate our friends.


But I don't care. Can't care, not right now.
Not as long as he doesn't care either. Nothing matters. Nothing but the knowledge that everything is okay. We're okay. More than okay..

Even after what I managed to blurt out to him just mere days ago. Oh yes. My stupid mouth decided to suddenly act on its own violation and tell him how I feel about him, how I lust for him. Dream about him in the nights.

After the horrified look he gave me - then the harsh words of rejection, I've been drowning in waves of horror and angst. Convinced that I had ruined our bond.


This is the first time I've really tried to get drunk.

Because I really needed to forget that moment. Even if I am eighteen.. I never go out, I stay inside and study. Study so that I can surpass him.. So that I can be better than him in the eyes of my dead parents.. So that he'll acknowledge me. See that I exist.

It's stupid isn't it? To strive to be better for someone who has long since passed?


It has always been a constant struggle, to be better than my prodigy brother. And during all these years of admiring him- the admiration has turned into something more, something forbidden and taboo.


I was surprised when he came to the party too.. I know that he goes out with his friends in the weekends. Kisame, Yahiko, Nagato, Hidan. They're a bunch of dejected retards. That's my opinion anyway. But he didn't bring them here.. Left them at Deidara's and came and found me at Sakura's party only a few houses away.


I could smell the booze on his breath, see the intoxication in his dark eyes. But I followed him outside anyways when he asked me in that laid back way of his.


I would follow him anywhere.

Even when a fresh wave of angst washed over me I knew I'd follow him anywhere. Wondering if maybe he had come over to beat some sense into me..

But he didn't plan on punching me. At least it doesn't seem that way. He just lead me to this stretch of empty road before he sat down and handed me the bottle.

I can feel the heat radiate from his cheek where it's pressed against my temple. We're lying head to head- if you can call it that. My eyes right next to his. I have one knee propped up.. the other foot lying slack against the cement.

His uncharacteristic giggle scatter into the soft breeze, the light suddenly disappearing before materializing again-seemingly closer. Dancing on our noses while calls from the others hushes down. It seems like they've given up on calling on him. Silence once again somewhat comfortably settled over the neighborhood. Only the distant sound of music locked inside a house filled with teenagers interrupting soft silence of night.

The real world seem even more distant, we're delightfully lost in the dark. The feel of his fingertips touching mine, his cheek against mine - the only thing I care about..


We shut our mouths, muffling our joy. And I feel butterflies erupt all through me when he suddenly push his body upwards, suddenly his mouth is parallel to mine, and I can feel him turn his head, feel his fingers suddenly urging me to turn my head.

I don't resist it.

It's a strange sensation when his soft lips touch mine for the first time. My dick instantly swelling to hardness in my tight jeans, a moan slipping into his mouth. Blood rushing through my body so fast it's difficult to clear my head. I'm dizzy and ecstatic- my jaw slack for a few moments before I start kissing him back- our tongues reaching out curiously, slick muscle rubbing against one another. Tasting. Feeling. Breath shallow and fast before we settle for desperate nibbles.


My world is spinning too fast, and I cling desperately to his arm to keep it steady, keep it in my hair. Terrified that this will end.


We lie like that for a while. Kissing. Fingers threading through hair- tugging and pulling, desperation building along with the nest of butterflies teething in my stomach.


This is so wrong, so good and so fucking exciting I'm sure I'll cum if he even touches my dick..


Never would I have ever dared to hope that this could ever happen. It's just too good to be true, to fucking forbidden. He must be drunk, because he pulls at me. I take the hint and get on my hands and knees, crawling up the wet cement, turning my body- feeling how my knees get wet where the water soaks through my jeans. But I don't care..

I'm already soaked to the bone.


When he breathe out my name, his hand rubbing against the aching bulge in my jeans I can't help but whimper, plead “Please.. Itachi.”. He nods against my mouth before he stagger to his feet, obviously stiff and cold and well.. hard, in more ways than one. I take his hand when he offers it to me. Pulling me up into his embrace and kissing me like he should have done the first time.

The walk to his apartment is silent and awkward. Hurried. Both of us walking as fast as we can. We're not touching, just walking briskly beside each other. I know I'm like this because I'm terrified of meeting someone. Someone that'll burst this bubble, this dream. I know that if something disturb us now- I'll never feel his lips on mine ever again.
But we don't run into anyone, and we don't get interrupted.


I'm so nervous I feel almost sick when he unlocks his door for me. The fresh air having sobered me up a little. I've been here a million times before, but never have I felt like this. Like I'm really not allowed to be here. I shake when I finally gather my courage and pull him towards me, afraid that if I let too much time pass he'll snap out of it. He lets himself be pulled, dragging a squeak from me when he sneaks a cold hand down my pants, his lips pulling up into a playful smile.


Our skin feels cold and numb where it press together, yet strangely hot. My hands clumsy and shaky as I try to pull my brothers soaked clothes of off his lean body. His lips like fire where they press against my neck, his tongue lapping at my cold skin. Making me shiver and moan while my hands halt in their progress of getting his jean buttons undone. My head turning on instinct to give him better access.


I've never had sex before, but I know he has. And I suspect that he is thinking the same as I am. This.. this first act of forbidden pleasure is going to be a short but heated affair. I moan and whimper when he slams me up against the wall- literally pulling me along the broad expanse of white plaster before we hit the door to his room.


My body is on fire by this point, my dick so hard it's difficult to breathe, his hands everywhere. Everywhere but where I need them the most. Pulling off my clothes while greedily grabbing at me.

“Please..” I mutter, gasping against the nape of his neck, my mouth frantically kissing his skin. Our lips meet in a desperate battle that I don`t even bother trying to win, easily giving him control of the kiss. When the kiss end he tosses me onto the bed. Naked now.

I watch with hooded eyes, a whine bubbling up from my throat as he pulls of his briefs, his socks.


And by gods, he is glorious- so fucking beautiful. My mind reels in jittery anticipation when my eyes find his dick. Thick and long, standing hard against a black happy trail, just almost long enough to touch his belly button. The dick angry in color, so fucking hard I can see pre cum drool from his slit.

I'm not even aware that my body moves before I find myself on my hands and knees in front of him, his cock inches away from my face. I lick my lips, suddenly more nervous than I can ever remember being. But I take it in stride, his hand resting gently on top of my head - encouraging me. I lick the tip first, groaning at the taste. This strange bitter, salty taste that soon coats my whole tongue as I revel in the sounds he makes with every lick and kiss to his dick.

I know I'm sloppy and far from perfect, but the reactions this is wringing from him. Breathing that sounds awfully hard and loud in the quiet of the room, coupled with his soft rocking into my mouth. Obviously fighting to hold himself back from just fucking my face with everything he's got. I'm surprised when I find that I wouldn't mind it if he did that. If he took out that bastard trait of his and just didn't give a fuck like he usually don`t. If he just started to pound into my throat till I gagged. Shit, I'm so hard my dick is leaking, drooling pre cum.

“No… Not yet little brother.” His voice is thick velvet in my head when he suddenly grabs my hair and tilts my head back. Tongue hot and slick against mine when he leans down to meet my lips. Not at least shy about tasting himself in my mouth. 



“I'm going to fuck you, Sasuke. I'm going to spread this tight virgin ass of yours and then put my dick in it. Make you scream out in pained ecstasy before I fuck your brains out. And you're going to enjoy it, love it. Because you- little brother- are a dirty slut for lusting after your own flesh and blood like you are. But shit.. I want you too. So bad. Haven't been able to get you out of my mind ever since you confessed your feelings to me. Confessed that you dream about my dick up your ass. So fucking slutty, little brother. Do you even know what that did to me? How fucking hard I got? ”

I shiver at his words, moaning. It's true.. it really is. I'm a slut.. And I fucking need him now.

I feel his thickness inside too fast. His dick stretching me impossibly wide. And I let out a small whimper of pain, biting my bottom lip in an attempt to keep the sound from escaping.
But he doesn't even seem to notice. Pushing himself even deeper, going faster. Urging me with a hushed voice to relax- murmuring how beautiful I am, how good I feel wrapped around his dick.

I dig my heels into his back, clinging to his shoulders while I adjust to the feeling of having him inside. It doesn`t take long before it starts feeling good.

Really good.

His dick rubbing against all those small nerve endings in my ass. Sending small jerks of pure bliss racing up my spine. Making my fingers tingle with each thrust.

And then he hits it.. That small spot. That perfect spot, and I swallow my breath, moan his name and he smirks when he hits it again, and again.. driving me crazy. Going even faster. I scream when he starts jerking me off. Three thrusts of his hips later and I'm stumbling over the edge. Moan his name with a sound I know I'll feel embarrassed for tomorrow. Even more so than the fact the we're actually fucking.

He comes ten thrusts later, even his orgasm silent. Only a small grunt slipping from his lips before he go completely silent. Jerking inside me, breathing hard against my neck while he mumble something intelligible. Rolling over to his side, pulling me against him in a warm embrace.

I can`t help but feel a little awkward.. this really is so strange. Really is the last thing I expected when I decided to get drunk today.

To end up sore and deflowered, in my brothers bed.. with his booze smelling breath ruffling through my hair. The world is spinning, and I know I`ll be sick tomorrow. But I honestly don`t care.