#shisusasu

The days after the incident for shisui were kaleidoscope of wild dreams, impure schemes and want. Shisui knew what he wanted. Shisui also didn’t have a doubt that he would get it. This knowledge made his body vibrate with ecstacy, all bright smiles and mischievous winks during the day, all loud moans and rough strokes during the night as he dreamt of brothers.

Itachi was feeling a shift in the air but he couldn’t lay his finger on it. Shisui just seemed.. different. In a good way. As if an invisible cloud of melancholy was lifted from him. He was more relaxed, but also more intense, like something was ignited inside him. He exuded happiness. He even winked at sasuke! His hands were firmer than ever on itachi’s shoulder, yet there was a violent spark in his eyes, a spark that could both warm and burn. Itachi could feel something coming, but he pushed the anxiety away, for it didn’t seem sinister anyway..

Itachi wanted to plan something for shisui’s birthday but shisui jumped the gun and invited the two of them to his house, (a secluded small house at the edge of uchiha neighborhood. shisui was living alone after the death of his father and it seemed most of relationships outside of his profession was limited to the brothers)

When the due day finally arrived, Shisui wasn’t surprised to see the reluctant sasuke also showing up. He knew better than anyone that sasuke would cut his own head off if itachi begged him the right way. (Shisui’s thought wandered down a malign path… Did itachi say “please join me” as he was laying kisses on sasuke’s thighs the night before?) Plus, it wasn’t like sasuke would’ve left itachi alone with shisui anyway. He smiled and let the brothers in. All seemed fine. There were snacks and liquor, and itachi had baked him a cake. Sasuke even brought him a little present. An abandoned crow egg! What a considerate boy! He was right, his little cousin was endearingly cute!

The drinking soon started. Itachi wasn’t much of a drinker and kept sober to control sasuke’s consumption, only pouring him small amounts from time to time much to sasuke’s annoyance. There’s was a buzzing tension slowly filling the air, escalating as sasuke got drunker and as shisui got bolder. Shisui was pressing himself to itachi’s side on the couch while talking excitedly about an old myth of giant tree and a forbidden fruit. Sasuke was scoffing at him. Trying to call shisui’s bullshit out, he was leaning over itachi to get closer, as if physical closeness could prove his point better. Not that shisui complained. He seemed lively, shisui thought to himself, lively and feral, like a wild animal whose territory is threatened. There was a never ending joy in getting sasuke riled up, be it in combat, an argument or by letting his hand rest on itachi’s knees.

From time to time shisui would shoot a glance at itachi, checking to see if he was enjoying this display of verbal tension and intimacy. The way itachi’s face was burning red and the way his tongue would ever so subtly lick his lips and play with edge of his glass without drinking from it, they were enough of evidence for shisui to know he was on the right track and he was willing to push a bit further.

He leaned closer to sasuke, both of them basically pressing itachi between them, and teased against his cheek, “you’re too drunk to make a clear point little cousin”. Sasuke flinched back at the sensation and defensively snapped back, “i’m not drunk”, and as he took a big swing from the bottle he slurred “..yet.”

Itachi wasn’t happy with sasuke’s behavior and tried to take the bottle. But sasuke was in his adorable petulant mood, with added playfulness, the amused shisui noted. “What?? You begged me to come, brother,” shisui witnessed with a smile, sasuke leaned on itachi, dangerously close to his face. Shisui watched itachi burying himself in the couch to get away. All the colors draining from his face as he watched in horror sasuke’s lips almost touching his face, “can’t i at least have bit of fun?”, not now sasuke, shisui could i almost hear itachi’s thoughts, not here sasuke..

Shisui could let itachi’s torture continue. He grabed his hands, gave it a reassuring squeeze and sat up, dragging itachi with him while cheerfully announcing, “allll right everyone, let’s dance!” Itachi’s gaze was locked with his, concern and fear flooding his eyes. But shisui flashed him the widest and warmest smile. He wanted to hold his face and tell him it’s ok, that he knows, that they can all be together, can’t he see? They are so good for each other! But instead shisui dragged him to the middle of the room, and looped his arms around itachi from behind. He started to sing an old uchiha ballad about a brother giving his eyes to his blind brother, all the while rocking and swaying with rhyme.

As he expected, sasuke jumped up and strutted toward them. “Fuck off,” he said as he gave shisui’s shoulder a half-hearted shove, “you can’t even sing!” Shisui knew sasuke is not being malicious. With his cheeks rosy and flushed, and his black eyes warm and gleeful, sasuke smiled to itachi and hugged him, his hands worming their way between itachi and shisui. He rested his head on itachi’s shoulder and softly said, “itachi can sing it much better.”

Itachi gave a shy breathy laugh. Shisui nudged him with his nose and encouraged him, “Go on then!” Itachi hesitated for a moments but then he started singing and boy was sasuke right. Their slow dance went on as itachi’s deep voice filled the room.

Shisui pressed his face to itachi’s neck, dragging lines on his nape with his nose and the faint touch of his lips. He felf itachi’s pulse quickening, his body getting hotter and a blush creepy all over his skin. There was a subtle shake in itachi’s voice but he kept singing, louder and firmer. Sasuke’s eyes found shisui’s and a smirk slip his mouth. Holding shisui’s gaze he turned his head slightly to give itachi’s collarbone a kiss, a wet lingering kiss as he dragged his mouth all across the bone.

Itachi’s voices hitched so shisui tightened his hold and while still sharing the stare with the little brother, he mirrored sasuke’s motions on itachi’s neck. There were whimpers and gasps coming in between the notes but itachi sang and swayed; until his songs broke with a loud moan he couldn’t hold back as the two boys devoured him.

Shisui then paused the movement and called to sasuke. “Do you wanna make your brother happier?” He continued once he got his attention. He motioned sasuke to come closer until their lips were an inch apart. “I need you to answer me, yes or no?” He said with a low voice. As a reply sasuke only groaned and dived forward to capture shisui’s lips in a harsh kiss, all bites and fast moves, stubborn and feral as always. More adorable than any moment before.

Itachi was a moaning mess trapped between the two, rutting and grabbing and whining. Shisui broke his kiss with sasuke and gently titled itachi’s head. Brushing off his bangs and shushing him, he softly pressed his lips to itachi’s wet and breathless mouth. He wanted to savor this moment, eternalise it. One kiss, then two kiss, three and then he lost count as his tongue slipped between itachi’s sweet lips. At that moment shisui knew this was the whole purpose of his life. All he ever did, every step he ever took, all was for the sake of reaching this enchanting moment.

..

Later that night as the all were lying on the couch, lips leaving kisses here and there, hands caressing any warm patch of skin they could reach, itachi turned his head to face shisui and said, “you knew.” Shisui shrugged and smiled, “accidentally.” With his gentle eyes looking too deep into shisui’s soul, itachi asked, “you weren’t repulsed?”

Sasuke was dozing off on itachi’s chest thank to alcohol. One of his legs thrown over shisui while shisui gently stoked his ankle. Shisui was thankful he fell asleep before becoming too horny. He sure as hell didn’t want to fuck sasuke while he was drunk out of his head. Later, when they were all sober, shisui would take his sweet time exploring the brothers’ bodies.

“How could i be? God it was so hot.” Shisui replied. “Although,” he tilted itachi’s chin to steal a small kiss, “i may have been a bit heartbroken.”

“But it didn’t stop you, huh?” Itachi remarked with a little smile. Shisui smiled back and went down for more kisses as an answer.

“Hey shisui,” itachi softly called between the kisses. Itachi’s fingers in his curl, playing with the loops and massaging his skull was lulling him to sleep to.

“Happy birthday”

It was indeed the happiest birthday he ever had.

Fin

P.s.: boy was it supposed to be a little drabble but i got carried away ;_; but point is that, it’s finished finally! yaay \(ཀᗜཀ)/