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For My Smexy- Everything He Wanted |
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WARNING: Contains smut in black text. Highlight if you wish to read. Skip over if you don't.
Everything He Wanted
"Sasuke."
The older of the two Uchihas was spread across the sheets, arms tucked behind both his head and his pillow. He looked more like an angel than any one man should ever be allowed; hair slightly tangled and bare, smooth chest proudly displayed above the sheets.
"Y-yes, Nii-san?"
"I dare you to come closer."
And he did.
So much closer than any brother every should...
The young Uchiha awoke from his dream, panting. Again, there was the mess to clean up beneath the sheets. He sighed and rolled over. It would be taken care of in the morning. He needed sleep.
- -
Itachi had left a note on the refrigerator that morning to go re-stock the groceries.
"It's my brithday, for ******** sake! Does he seriously expect me to..."
Sasuke had nearly ripped the note apart until he read the last line:
I know it's your birthday, but I really, really, need this by noon. Do it and I'll promise you something great tonight as a gift.
He hesitated. Itachi had never really given him much of a gift over the past few years. If actually promised to put some effort in to it this year, then maybe Sasuke would oblige.
He pondered and sighed, eventually settling to leave and buy the aforementioned food.
- -
The sun shone quite nicely for this day. Although he would have enjoyed rain on this day, he knew it wouldn't happen. Nature never agreed with him on anything.
Especially with his unnatural sexual fantasies.
Every night for the past three months, he had woken up to his sweating profusely and a mess under the sheets. In fact, he'd gotten in to the habit of just not wearing any clothing until that part of the night was over. No sense in having to wash both the sheets and his sleepwear.
SMUT
The dreams had started out as foggy. Fuzzy around the edges, familiar and comforting; feelings Sasuke was usually squeamish about. However, this was different. In his dreams, the was always so much darkness, so much heat, so much contact, and so much… noise. He would hear that slightly hushed and familiar voice whisper his name. It would continue until the whispers turned in to something more strained and irrepressible. He could almost feel the heat that pressed against the expanse of his back and the arms that wrapped around his front, teasing and torturing him with near-sick pleasure. All the while, the image would become clearer. He would almost feel the deep satisfaction of his body being treated in such a way. The smooth red silk of the sheets were nearly tangible. He would feel the thrusts that matched the rhythm of his pulse, the thrusts that coaxed his throat in to making guttural grunts and uncharacteristic moans. And just as the one final thrust was to be delivered… the dream would end.
He would wake up, disoriented and disgruntled, always reflecting on the dream. And with a mess under the sheets to clean up.
Who was the man that so tenderly cradled his body the land of sleep? Who could it have been that could hold him in such an embrace, so loving and protective? Who could have such a calming effect on his frayed nerves? Who would?
Not that it mattered. In his heart, he knew what he was dreaming. He was just too ashamed to admit it. And worse, he was too afraid of rejection.
- -
He had come home and found another note taped to the front door.
Could you do me a favor and put everything in the fridge? I'm kind of busy right now.
He did as he was told. Besides, there was nothing much to do with a Saturday afternoon but laze about at home.
- -
He had fallen asleep on the couch after Naruto came by with a bottle of sake meant for Sasuke. Of course, the blond had ended up drinking most of the alcohol himself. The Uchiha had never liked the stuff much. It was too strong.
When he had become more aware of his surroundings, he had found that a note was taped to his forehead.
Thank you for helping me out today. I'm upstairs right now with your gift. Come up when you're ready.
- -
The room was dark, and dimly lit. The sheets had been changed to a crimson silk and white rose petals were scattered across the room, highlighting it with both color and scent.
"I-itachi?"
Woah, is that my voice? When did I get to sound so… pathetic?
"Over here."
SMUT
The voice spoke from behind him. Strong arms began to wrap around him and lips latched themselves to his neck. Hands crawled under and up his shirt, warm and slightly calloused.
"Itachi?"
A tongue pressed itself up against the back of his neck, sending multiple shivers to ripple across the expanse of his body.
"Mmm… Yes?"
He kissed the back of Sasuke's neck thoroughly, leaving no inch of skin untasted.
"Wh-what are you doing?"
He tried to suppress the moan in his throat, but it was no use. The small noise escaped in to the air and in to Itachi's ears. The lips against his neck curved in to a smile and a tongue flicked out again to tease.
"I'm giving you what you really want for your birthday."
"Wh-what?!"
A chuckle.
"I can hear you when you sleep. You scream pretty loud when you orgasm. Especially for an adorable emo boy."
Sasuke flinched slightly at being called 'emo'. As if it were not bad enough that Naruto and Sai teased him for it... but that was no matter.
"... so you know."
"I have for a while."
His shirt was pulled up and over his head as he was pushed on to the bed and flipped over to face his brother. Kisses skimmed his chest and fingertips grazed along his sides…
Every motion became more urgent. More needing. More. The two were to so intertwined that it was nearly impossible to discern exactly what was going on. But that didn't matter because he was getting what he really wanted.
Hands slipped down to the waistband of his pants. They slid off his body in a fluid motion and fell to the wooden floor. The silk sheets flowed across his body, caressing every inch that Itachi was unable to simultaneously pleasure. He could feel the pressure building in his lower regions. The older man, amidst his continuous ravishing of the birthday boy's body, was able to slip a hand beneath Sasuke's boxers. He groaned and arched in to the touch, wanting more. Craving the warmth and pleasure the sweet voice in his ear was promising him.
"I'm going to give you everything."
The rest was a blur. One moment, he was beneath the other man, kissing and touching. The next moment, he found himself being pounded in to so relentlessly that it was only between the flashed of white in his vision that he was able to form any coherent thought.
"Itach-"
Another thrust in to his backside caused him to arch and scream. The hand that caressed him began to pump harder, harder, harder... It was as if someone was drenching the younger Uchiha's senses in waves of pure ecstacy. The pressure built, the pleasure escalted.
"Sa-su-ke!!"
One.
Two.
Three.
Liquid warmth simultanousley flowed in to and out of Sasuke's body on the last syllable, filling him on every way and then overflowing. Itachi pulled out and flipped on his backside.
"Wow..."
"Yeah."
He was pulled against his older brother's chest and held there against the sweat. Who knew he could smell so good after sex?
"So did you get everything you wanted?"
"I think I did..."
He managed to roll on top of the other man so that their chests were pressed together. He brushed his lips against the other man's neck and inhaled deeply.
"I want to know if you did this just for me."
"Of course I did."
"No, no... I mean... did you do this for only me? Or was this for you too?"
"What do you think?"
He hesitated. It was pointless to try and lie.
"I want it to be for me and you, but I don't know what to think."
"I told you I was giving you everything you wanted, didn't I?"
A smile spread across his face as he realized what the older Uchiha was implying.
"Happy Birthday, My Sasuke."
If he had Itachi, all else would follow.
 minikimii · Fri Sep 12, 2008 @ 05:52am · 0 Comments |
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