Back To You [Shisui X Itachi]

Chapter 32 [Mature]

Kakashi's chest was heaving rapidly, his heart hammering away as waves of pleasure lapped within him. He looked down at the curtain of silky, midnight hair obstructing his view. He gathered the straight, satin locks and held the hair above Itachi's head - a makeshift pony tail.

Kakashi watched in awe; in adoration as Itachi slurped and drooled on his throbbing member. The look of focus on the raven beauty's face was a true spectacle. It told Kakashi that he was the only one on Itachi's mind.

Itachi released Kakashi's member from his mouth with a popping sound, his onyx eyes looked up at Kakashi, "You taste so good - so...right." Kakashi swallowed thickly as those words escaped Itachi's swollen lips.

Kakashi leaned his head back in ecstasy, the feel of Itachi's lips around his cock, the feel of Itachi's smooth hair in his fist - the feel of it all was heaven embodied. It felt more than sex; it had...emotion.

His orgasm was approaching. Kakashi felt the surge within in his groin - but he didn't want this to end. He didn't want his time with Itachi to be over. Kakashi took a deep breath and clenched his abs to stave off the orgasm as much as he could.

Itachi's lips left his member again, "Don't do that...I want to taste you."

Kakashi's breath was laboured, "If I cum, then you'll be gone."

Itachi ran one of his hands down Kakashi's abs, the gentle touch sending clicks of teasing pleasure down Kakashi's spine, "I'll still be here..." Itachi went back to vigorously sucking Kakashi's aching cock.

Kakashi couldn't hold it back anymore, and with a scream of pleasure he exploded in Itachi's mouth.

He was sweating profusely, in a cold, dark room. His bedroom - he knew that much. His sheets were sticky, and Kakashi knew from what. He sunk his head in disillusionment. He should have known it was too good to be true. It felt too nice to be real.

He threw his sheets to the side and sat on the edge of his bed - his feet making contact with the cold floor. The sweat from his forehead dripping silently down to the floor. Kakashi's mind was numb with crushing disappointment. The feeling of losing something that was so special, so important, acted as a malevolent anaesthetic.

He stood up and walked to his bathroom - shedding his boxers and turning on only the cold faucet of his shower. The icy water would bring him back to reality. A reality, perhaps as cold as the freezing water that cascaded down his body.

Kakashi had long since abandoned the use of his heart. He knew, from morbid experience, that the heart was useless. A false prophet preaching hope.

Hope of happiness - as if such a thing could ever be achieved.

That's what frightened him about his dream. Even in his sleep, he felt the siren song of happiness. Calling to him; appearing as his desire...only so it could sink his ship and watch him drown indifferently.

Did his father hear the call of the siren? Had his father succumbed to its tempting voice?

Stop.

Kakashi turned the faucet off and got out of the shower, feeling his togetherness once again; his presence. He was back to the world where people cry, people die, kids use drugs and raven beauties are out of reach.

Just...out of reach.

His mind, however, was unwilling - or incapable - of scrubbing the entire stain of his dream. It wandered back, back to the restaurant where Kakashi bought Sasuke ice cream - where Itachi sat opposite to him. It wandered back to when he offered Itachi some form of intervention - a form of relief.