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For the first time in what felt like a millennia, Itachi woke without a terrible coughing fit that ripped through his throat. He usually started his mornings hacking blood from his deteriorating lungs. Instead, he slowly woke, slower than usual, his mind fuzzy but coherent enough to recognize he was lying somewhere hard on his back, something warm was draped over his left side while something warmer heated his right side from a distance.
The Uchiha’s eyelids felt heavy as if they had been closed for hours and his eyes felt that familiar tenderness that he was acquainted with after overusing his sharingan. He felt oddly safe as he came to himself. He would usually wake up quickly and violently, quickly becoming aware and alert for danger, but there was no need for that here.
‘Where is here?’ Itachi wondered as he cracked his right eye open to peek around but instantly regretted it as a bright light to his right stung his eyes. He recoiled from the light as he snapped his head to the side. The long-haired brunette froze as whatever was coiled around his left side shifted in reaction to his sudden movement and what Itachi recognized now as a lean arm that stretched and wrapped itself tighter around his chest. Itachi forced himself to adjust to the dim light so that he could see who was laying with him. With a racing heart and bleary eyes, Itachi looked down to see a familiar mess of spiky raven blue hair. His panic was replaced with pure confusion as it registered in his mind that his younger brother was fast asleep and curled around his body.
Itachi was suddenly very awake and aware of his surroundings, the fog of a long deep sleep immediately cleared from his mind as he searched his surroundings and tried to recall how he could have ended up in such a situation. He ignored the dull sting in his eyes as he looked around the cave he lay in with his brother. The dull light source to his right was a red crackling wood fire off a bit deeper into the cave. They lay closer to the mouth of the cave, Sasuke’s body Itachi’s first line of defence against the darkness of the outside world.
From the look of it, Itachi woke just before sunrise. Not too surprising to the older Uchiha as his internal clock always ensured that he woke at four am every day regardless of when he went to sleep or how tired he was. He looked down back at his younger brother’s mess of hair as he struggled to recall his memories before he blacked out. He remembered his little brother had finally found him. He remembered the burst of excitement as he saw his little brother for the first time in three years before it was followed by crippling guilt. Guilt for the violence he had afflicted on Sasuke in the past and guilt for the violence he would still afflict on him. But there was no other way at that point. He had orders to follow and the only way he would be freed from them was with his own death. A death that would justly be brought by his younger brother.
Yet he was alive still. He remembered dying. He remembered being in agonising pain, but he pushed on to give Sasuke the fight he deserved. He remembered breathing his last breath as peace finally overtook his body. Yet he was still alive. With his brother in his arms. Was he in the afterlife? No, that would mean Sasuke would be dead too and Itachi refused to think his brother died after their fight. He had made sure not to mortally injure Sasuke.
The only logical conclusion Itachi could come to was that Sasuke had resuscitated him somehow. But why? He had made sure Sasuke hated him enough to want him dead. He had to give Sasuke something to strive for with a passion out of fear the younger would take his own life. Sasuke hates him. He should hate him. Why was Itachi still alive? He could only think that Sasuke had resuscitated Itachi to torture him but why was his little brother curled into his side so protectively then? Wouldn’t Sasuke want him tied up and in pain? Why was his chest not in pain anymore? The last time Itachi had checked he was dying from some unknown illness that cause intense pain in his chest. Why did he only feel a sore tiredness in his muscles and a dull ache in his eyes but no further pain?
Itachi let a heavy sigh past his lips as he resided himself to go with the flow. He would find out more when Sasuke woke and maybe he would have the first peaceful conversation with his brother in almost a decade. He would like that, a peaceful moment with Sasuke. He feels something has changed deep in his soul. As if the weight of duty had been lifted off his shoulders. He was meant to act as a missing-nin until his death, secretly funnelling information to Konoha of the enemy through anonymous tips. He had died, he was sure of it. Had felt his body give its last death rattle. Had relived his entire life through a dream and had come to the conclusion he had done enough for Konoha in one lifetime.
Maybe Sasuke had saved him not to torture him but to reconcile with him? Maybe Sasuke had discovered the truth somehow? It was the only possible reason Itachi could come up with for why Sasuke was so casually holding him in his sleep. Or he hadn’t come across the truth of the Uchiha massacre and had just come to forgive Itachi? Could it be possible Sasuke had forgiven him? But then why fight Itachi? Why fight him to the point of collapse?
Itachi had so many unanswered questions bouncing around his skull, but all came to a halt as he felt Sasuke shift on him. The younger Uchiha stretched and grunted as he rubbed his cheek against Itachi’s chest and the older found himself holding his breath as a result. Sasuke cracked his back with a stretch before curling tighter around Itachi’s body like a content cat. The younger had shifted a leg over Itachi’s and was now half draped over the elder’s body. Itachi could feel his heart beating painfully in his chest.
Sasuke let out a little content moan that sounded ridiculously sinful to Itachi and all of a sudden, the elder was painfully aware of all the bodily contact he had with his little brother. It had been years since they had touched in a non-violent way and never in such an intermit way as how Sasuke cuddled into Itachi. The older Uchiha’s cheeks burnt with confused mortification as he realised his length was slowly hardening by his brother’s touches.
Itachi instantly wished he had died and stayed dead after his fight with Sasuke and his already toxic self-loathing intensified as he felt sick with himself for being aroused by his little brother. He tried his best not to think of his arousal and tried to think of things that would soften his hard-on. He tried to think of having sex with women, or old people or his mother but his thought would forcefully be torn back to Sasuke and Itachi’s memories of his matured brother’s exposed upper body when the younger had first approached the older for a fight. Itachi had successfully ignored how alluring his younger brother had become in his maturing body in favour of the coming fight but now with no apparent danger and his brother so close to him, his sinful feelings bombarded his mind.
Sasuke shifted impossibly closer to Itachi again and the elder sharply inhaled when he felt something hard and long push up against his left thigh.
Itachi swallowed thickly as he waited with bated breath for what his brother would do. He felt slightly dizzy as blood rushed in his ear from his heart that thumped hard in his chest. He was too afraid to move to hide his own hard-on before Sasuke came to full consciousness in case he woke his brother faster, and in a more awkward way than they were already in, and he knew he couldn’t fain sleep as he could feel his own heart beating against his rib cage. With Sasuke’s head on his chest no doubt the younger would be aware of the elder’s consciousness the moment he could string two thoughts together.
Then Sasuke’s hand was sliding up Itachi’s chest to rest directly over his heart and the elder felt as if he was about to pass out.
“Your awake…” Sasuke’s voice heavy with sleep rung in Itachi’s ears as a sweet morning melody, that to his shame elicited a twitch from his now hard cock. “…and excited.” Sasuke’s hand began to slide down Itachi’s chest to the waist of his pants as the younger Uchiha carefully peeked up at the older through long eyelashes.
“Sasuke?” Itachi questioned, his deep timber voice an octave higher than his normal tone. It was all he could manage as his mind swam with confused lust twinged with his own self-disgust.
Sasuke stilled as if deeply contemplating something, his lone visible eye searching Itachi’s slightly widened ones. Itachi didn’t dare move as he waited for Sasuke to respond. Instead of moving away from Itachi in embarrassment as the elder expected, the younger Uchiha slowly sat up to straddle the elder’s lap, without breaking eye contact. Itachi lay stock still as he stared up at his younger brother and tried to ignore the fact that his hard member was now pressed down and nestled against his younger brother’s ass. He felt his mind short circuit as he tried to make sense of what Sasuke was hoping to achieve.
“You died,” Sasuke stated matter of factually as he slowly studied his brother’s bare upper body, seemingly not acknowledging his older brother’s hard-on, or the noticeable tent in his own shorts. “I brought you back using a potion Orochimaru made for himself.” Sasuke leaned forward to trace his hands across Itachi’s chest and the older shivered at the contact and the disgust he felt at the mention of the snake sannin. “It needs to be used within ten minutes of death, but it regenerates the body to a perfect state.” Itachi watched Sasuke pause in thought. The younger glanced to the fire for a brief sad look before his eyes turned to glare at Itachi. “Which means whatever illness that was killing you, that killed you because you pushed me, is gone.” Sasuke’s eyes were accusatory, and Itachi couldn’t help but feel the full guilt of his prosecution. He had hoped his illness would kill him during the battle before Sasuke could deal the finishing blow. If only to spare his brother from any potential guilt.
Sasuke’s hands slid up Itachi’s chest to loosely wrap around his neck and the elder thought for a moment the younger would strangle him in a rage. Anger flashed In Sasuke’s eyes and his fingers twitched around Itachi’s neck, but his grip remained slack. “I know the truth, about everything.” Sasuke’s cryptic words sent another shiver down Itachi’s spine and his mind reeled with what was meant by them. “I was still angry at you for hiding the truth from me for so long. For letting me hate you for so long.” Sasuke’s voice cracked near the end as he squinted at Itachi with suddenly watery eyes, no longer really seeing Itachi. “I wanted to fight you so I could beat your ass for your lies, and to show you how strong I became.” Sasuke’s hands flexed around Itachi’s neck before slowly smoothing down to press into his chest again. Itachi realised Sasuke was feeling the places where the elder’s pulse beat the hardest. “I didn’t know you were dying.” Tears began to silently fall down Sasuke’s cheeks and Itachi couldn’t help but sit up on one elbow to wipe at his brother’s cheek.
“I’m alive.” He stated with his brother’s face cupped in his hand. His movement had brought their bodies even closer together, and Itachi was slightly alarmed by the fact how natural it felt for him to want this contact with his brother. He tried to focus on his brother’s words and not his body and strange behaviour. He wanted to ask his brother how he had found out the truth. He wanted to ask why Sasuke had saved him. He wanted to ask why the younger was straddling his hips and why he wasn’t bothered by Itachi’s hard member nestled between his legs. He wanted to ask so many questions, but all thoughts died the moment Sasuke impulsively shot forward to press his lips to Itachi’s.
Itachi was stunned into nonaction as Sasuke pressed his plump lips in a slow one-sided kiss against the elder’s frozen ones. Itachi’s brain jumpstarted the moment he felt Sasuke grab at his waistband in clenched fists and he suddenly pulled away from his brother. His hands had moved to grip at Sasuke’s shoulders as he stared at his younger brother in pure shock. Fear flashed through Sasuke’s eyes and Itachi could feel the younger try to pull away put he was held firm in the older’s grip.
“You understand what you are trying to do with me?” Itachi asked and he could feel the shiver that went through Sasuke at his question. Itachi held his brother’s now worried eyes with an even poker face.
“I know it’s wrong but…” Sasuke paused as his voice cracked with nerves and he glanced nervously to the side before meeting Itachi’s eyes again. “I’ve felt like this for a while now and I thought you were okay with it because of how your body is reacting…” Sasuke’s panicked rambles were cut short by Itachi, that kissed him into silence. Sasuke immediately melted into the kiss and eagerly tried his best to kiss back. Itachi pulled away slowly and to his horror against his own want.
“I…” Itachi started but couldn’t find the words he needed to explain to his brother how they shouldn’t be acting this way with each other. Sasuke stared dazed at Itachi and the elder could barely resist the overwhelming urge to ravish the younger. Itachi wanted Sasuke. Had always wanted Sasuke. Maybe not in such a sexual way as in recent years but he has always yearned for his younger brother’s presents and love. As he saw the desperation in Sasuke’s eyes, the same want and need Itachi could feel in his being. The elder couldn’t find a good enough reason to deny the younger. “I just want to make sure this is what you want.” The hope that filled Sasuke’s face sent Itachi’s heart fluttering and he resisted the urge to kiss his brother again in favour of letting the younger Uchiha take the lead.
“Yes,” Sasuke answered in a whisper before he smashed his lips to Itachi’s once more. Itachi didn’t stop the kiss this time or stop Sasuke from searching his body wantonly with eager hands. Itachi’s hands slid up Sasuke’s shoulders to rest at the base of his slender neck while he enjoyed the feeling of his brother’s hands on him. Itachi let Sasuke lead the pace and was surprised that the younger was already lapping at his lips to coax the older to open his mouth. Their tongues danced together in a heavy sultry manner that left Itachi dizzy and wondering where his younger brother had learnt to kiss.
A growl ripped through Itachi’s voice as jealousy tainted his heated emotions. Sasuke shivered against him and easily complied with Itachi breaking the kiss to pepper open mouth kisses along his jaw down to his neck, where the older began to suck ad bite. A breathy moan left Sasuke’s lips as Itachi latched onto a particularly sensitive spot at the junction of the younger’s neck and shoulder. Itachi’s hands had moved to grab at Sasuke’s hips while he bit and sucked at the spot that forced such delicious sounds out of his brother. Itachi would not mind spending hours marking and ravishing his brother’s body if it meant he could hear more of those beautiful moans from Sasuke.
Though, Sasuke had begun to grind down on Itachi’s cock, and made it painfully hard for the older to ignore the throbbing pleasure between his legs. He growled deeply in his throat as Sasuke ground down hard in Itachi’s lap with a particularly loud moan. He bit down hard on Sasuke’s neck when he suddenly felt the younger’s fingers reach past the waistband of his pants. He didn’t stop Sasuke as he pulled the elder’s throbbing cock free, instead he pulled away from the younger’s neck to connect their lips in a heated kiss. Itachi hissed when he felt something very warm and long-press against his length and he couldn’t help but thrust up into Sasuke’s hand and against the younger’s hard member.
“Sasuke…” Itachi breathily moaned into their kiss as he could feel Sasuke slowly stroke their cocks together. The younger spread their mixed precum over both their lengths in heavy languid strokes. Their hips twitched and bucked into each other as Sasuke’s strokes became harder and faster. Their lengths were now slick with precum and made it easier for Sasuke to increase the pace of his hard pumps.
Sasuke whimpered wantonly into their kiss and pulled away to gasp for air and moan his pleasure. Itachi took a moment to bask in the image of his brother’s flushed face, with his lips red and swollen from their kiss and his eyes glazed over and unfocused from lust. Itachi panted as he gripped at his brother’s hips to guide their thrust into a more rhythmic movement that aided in the best friction, and he was rewarded with more heavy pants and moans from Sasuke as the younger’s head lolled to the side with eyes shut in pleasure. Itachi wanted to see that flushed face twist in pure unadulterated pleasure. His hand joined his brother’s soon after in pumping their lengths and Sasuke’s hips soon began to twitch erratically.
Itachi could tell his brother was close, and it had been a very long time since Itachi had indulged in his carnal needs, and he knew he wouldn’t last much longer than his brother. It only took a few more frantic pumps and thrust for Sasuke’s face to suddenly twist into the most beautifully blissed-out face Itachi had ever seen. Sasuke’s hip movements stuttered and twitched as his cock throbbed violently against his brother’s and spurted cum all over both their hands and a bit on their bare abdomens. Sasuke let out the most beautifully throaty moan as his hips slowly stilled, and that was just enough to send a last lustful shock to Itachi’s cock before the older let out his own guttural groan as his cock emptied his heavy load all over his brother and himself.
They both panted heavily and leaned against each other’s shoulders to take a moment to calm their racing hearts. Itachi’s mind was still racing from the events that had unfolded since he came into consciousness, but he was far more at peace with it and less panicked. This was a weird situation, and he was going with the flow, and loving it. Even if Sasuke were to change his mind about keeping Itachi alive and suddenly tried to slit Itachi’s throat, the older would let it happen and die in bliss.
But Sasuke didn’t attack Itachi, and instead pressed himself into Itachi’s chest as his breath began to even out. Itachi huffed and lay back down, taking Sasuke with him to lay on his chest. Sasuke shifted easily to lay on Itachi’s side as he reached for a rag that lay not far from the bedroll they lay on. Itachi lazily watched as Sasuke slowly cleaned their mixed semen off both their bodies before chucking said cloth into the fire. Itachi briefly glanced at the cloth that was now set alight by the dying embers of the once red fire before he looked back to Sasuke as he felt his younger brother tuck away his member. Sasuke settled back into Itachi’s side once he was done with a content sigh. Happiness practically radiated off of the younger Uchiha and Itachi couldn’t help but have a rare smile spread across his face at his brother’s content mood.
Itachi basked in the afterglow of their spontaneous rump and temporarily ignored all that was wrong to enjoy this precious moment with his brother. As the first rays of the morning sun began to shine into the cave Itachi knew that he wouldn’t be able to ignore his problems forever, but he felt content in the knowledge that it seemed his brother would be by his side.