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Hey you stubborn weasel
Remember when I told you I'd give you the moon and stars and you told me I couldn't?
Well, I want to show you something
*opens door to your bedroom*
Source: Pinterest
*He glued thousands of glowing stars to your ceiling as well as a glowing moon. He has cut each of them out of fluorescent material. Some look wonkier than others, but he was on it the whole day while you were out*
They are barely visible throughout the day and should therefore hopefully not bother you.
@kiigan
ㅤIt takes a special kind of death wish bravery to use the I told you so card against Itachi, of all people; the one who is usually always telling others I told you so, himself. Maybe not even in a direct way, but it is definitely happening right now. I would bring down the stars for you / A star is a mass of burning hydrogen, it is not physically possible to move them, much less bring them down / Oh yeah? Bet!
ㅤNever bet against Shisui, it is a lesson he ought to have learned after years upon years of [more than] friendship and not a single poker game won. It's written all over that handsome smug face, the I told you so, and the archicortex in Itachi's brain wants nothing but to club it right off of him. How dare. As he steps farther into the room, however, and plunges into that little sea of twinkling stars that are so impossibly childish and therefore so impossibly enticing, it is the smile that wins. It breaks free, wide and awestruck and genuine. And, even before he says anything back, he kneels on the futon and glances up at the ceiling, staying like that for a bit longer. Doesn't matter that his heart is pounding in his ears and his cheeks are burning and the whole emotion feels a tad overwhelming — he does hate surprises, after all; for once, it's all right to simply feel it as it is.
«They do not bother me at all.»
There is nothing in this world as beautiful as the genuine smile that spreads on Itachi's lips, lighting up his whole face with wonder. He marveled at the ceiling like a child without worries, like the child he was never allowed to be.
Shisui's expression softened, fondness gripping his heart so tightly that he feared it might explode any second.
The stars were reflecting in Itachi's eyes. He had stars in his eyes. Shisui wanted to weep at the beauty of it.
But that would have been terribly cheesy. He had a reputation to upkeep after all! One does not simply win against Itachi with a last word.
He sat beside his friend, quietly so, marveling at him the same as Itachi was at this little gift.
"Your own little universe...for when the nights feel darkest", he simply explains and smiles.
Hey you stubborn weasel
Remember when I told you I'd give you the moon and stars and you told me I couldn't?
Well, I want to show you something
*opens door to your bedroom*
Source: Pinterest
*He glued thousands of glowing stars to your ceiling as well as a glowing moon. He has cut each of them out of fluorescent material. Some look wonkier than others, but he was on it the whole day while you were out*
They are barely visible throughout the day and should therefore hopefully not bother you.
@kiigan
{Quotes:Nitya prakash/Richard siken ,crush}
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I would feed you if your beak broke off @kiigan
Save a horse
Ride an Uchiha
Reblogging bc it's still funny xD
Saving horses with @kagami--uchiha
send me "be honest..." with a question your muse has been dying to ask mine and they'll answer truthfully.
Shisui never once takes his eyes off him. It's both a display of respect and a challenge. It's tickling underneath his fingernails. He wants to best him. He longs for the sweet taste of victory after a battle fought well.
Kagami had nerve calling him nicknames already. Once again, the most subtle way of pulling rank. And he looked cute while doing it. Truly a man that was way too easy to unserestimate. But Shisui knew better. He'd felt when slept beneath the gorgeous surface.
"They don't call me Shunshin no Shisui for nothing, princess", he cooes. "I'll have you pinned before you even blink." He idly plays with Kagami's curls. "Don't think you tamed me Kagami, I've let you have me."
And he had to admit he enjoyed it very much. He wanted to see the fire in his eyes forever. The tension in his body, the moment his instincts won over his reason.
He cups the older Uchiha's cheek and pulls him in by the chin for another kiss.
"When will I see you again?"
There's a longing in his expression that he can't quite hide with competition.
"I would be surprised if I had already tamed you, Shishi~.", Kagami's answer came with that teasing grin, his head inclining some to really meet his eyes. "Besides that.. I do hope I won't ever tame you.. because this wild side, the side that knows what it wants, the defiant, rebellious and cheeky side.. is quite sexy on you."
Probably one of the many reasons why Kagami got weak for the younger man so very quickly, he combined a lot of the things that Kagami liked. Shisui is sharp and witty, he could tell, strong and determined as well. Loyal and fierce. The kiss only underlines all those thoughts, it etches this feeling into him, ready to be transferred onto his soul with just one punch more. Indulging in the kiss felt so natural, that it made his brain tingle with endless endorphines.
And for a moment there he imagined Shisui moving in, with them living a seemingly mundane and simple life on the outside, while totally breaking each other's backs in the night. MMhm, perfect.
"Mhhm.. I mean you have my adress now.. So whenever you come around, you can see me. Otherwise, We will probably see each other at the next clan meeting... Or... YOu tell me when you go drinking next, haha~!"
Kagami's voice graces his ears like a caress, sending those delicious tingles down his spine. This man has a softness to his voice that ensnares him effortlessly. How can he, who has such a feral, deadly presence, be this gentle at the same time. He wants to devour him. Not just that wonderful body of his, but his mind.
He wants to know what secrets hide behind those deceptively soft eyes. He wants to untangle the pain in his soul and replace it with something warm. And he knows there is plenty of suffering in him. He can tell by the way he chooses his words. Perhaps it is also where his softness comes from. It was a choice. Against the violence that came so easily to them.
'Whenever you come around you can see me' he said. Spoken like a woman who knows her worth. It seemed to come as easily to him as the strength he'd held him down on the ground with. Another brief shiver passes over him at the memory.
A graceful retreat, almost modest. Did he want to be chased? He searches his face, but Kagami gives little away, despite their familiarity. It intrigues him like little else can. He wants more of him and Kagami doesn't let him. Not yet anyway. Shisui accepts the quiet challenge without words.
"So you have decided to come after all? Well then...I'll see you there. And after the boring talk we fight." He inclines his head. "If I win...", he cooes, brushing sweaty curls from Kagami's forehead. "I'll have you right there under the Cherry Blossom Trees where I bested you. And if you win...I'll take you out...and you get to do to me what you like after. Deal?"
Shisui chuckles, rising to his knees to let the other slip out of him at last. He gives a soft sigh at the sensation, before letting himself fall beside the other, resting on his back. Quite the work out to start the day with. Especially after a long night out. It certainly had paid off. Perhaps he should get drunk more often.
"I didn't snatch anything. The gods gifted it to me, like all other talents", he says with a grin. "But thank you, I do actually not hear it that often." He stretches with a content noise, lounging about like a lazy lion. "The women typically fall for my friend more. He's the cute silent type. He's totally overwhelmed with it though."
There's a pleasant pause between them for a while, in which he thinks. He does want to keep seeing Kagami. This morning has honestly been more cathartic and healing than anything else he'd been trying up to that point. It could have very well been a temporary bliss however. Their interaction might prove yet another burden they'd have to shoulder. Did he want that?
He also had to think about, what the added attention mrant for his goals. Being different meant being seen. And being seen was a problem when you're supposed to be a center piece between village and clan. It also meant, his word would lose impact in gatherings. And especially now, that times were uncertain, he needed to have as much influence as possible. Gain their trust to gather information. The bigger the picture, the higher the chance of succeeding. And he truly needed the village and the clan to see eye to eye.
There were rumors of a revolution spreading. Talks of revolting against the Hokage and reclaim what was rightfully theirs. Demand the leader be replaced with someone from the Uchiha clan, as the Senju had once promised. If need be, with violence.
But violence always bred more violence. There was no winning. And the only ones losing were the innocent citizens he cared deeply about. And his family...Sasuke..Itachi..Mikoto. He couldn't allow this to happen.
"We will have to be smart about it. There are many eyes on us. We can't allow our position to worsen, regardless of whether I may take their criticism or not. Lives are at stake", he said eventually, now a lot more serious than he had been before. It was the urge to protect those in his care, that shone through. For them, he'd do anything.
"But I am quite sure that's possible. Both of our wits combined." He gives a playful smile. "Besides I have yet to even the score between us. I want to be where Tobirama-sama has been. Fair and square of course", he says, eyes glinting with a glimmer of fighting spirit, the one his kin could never quite live down.
"When we next neet, we fight."
A gasp escaped Kagami's still red lips as he slipped out, a sensation that filled his body with all the good kind of shivers. Now he understood how Tobirama had felt when he did that, why he always gave him that one of a kind grin after. This on-top-of-the-mountain feeling was indescribable.. Kagami didn't feel like he had conquered, but rather like he had found a one of a kind connection.
Losing Shisui would feel like losing someone important once more and this was somehow something that scared him.
Onyx eyes watched how the younger let himself sink onto the tatami mats next to him, taking in the way his muscles flexed with thtat stretch - an image created by the goddess. Everything about him looked so immaculate, his movements had that flawless ease that made him seem almost out of this world and it was impossible to hold back the touch. Calloused fingers slowly mapped along the lines his muscles created, admired each scar when they passed one. And even though his body was preoccupied with this bit of affection, Shisui's thinking didn't get lost on him.
"I seem to have missed a lot on those Meetings it seems. Hikaku only shallowly filled me in about the clan being unhappy about the Hokage.. and about the gap that has been created between the village and the Uchiha.", his voice was soft and low, he closed his eyes for just a second.. But his moths did not report back any unusual activity around his house. "We won't let either of our positions be compromised... And while there is so many things at stake, maybe being discreet with our private meetings is the better idea.. Until the stakes aren't so high anymore."
Turning more towards the younger, he himself laid down on his side, propped up on his hand so he could still maintain eyecontact with the other. ".. I may have been driven away from their middle, but I do still care about our clan.. So if there is things I can do to help, do let me in on it and I will bring my wits and knowledge to help you secure the peace that the founding Clanheads had fought so hard for."
And even when things were gloomy the second before, Kagami couldn't help but grin. Shisui truly is one of a kind. Not a man that turns on his back and surrenders his all to him. And he honestly liked that challenge, the fight that he has in him. To reach a position similar - no even the same as Tobirama... Being the one to sink his hair into Kagami's curls while the older feasted deliciously between his legs. "I won't go easy on you, just like today, Shishi.", he declared with a soft chuckle. "But I do look forward to that fight.. And to see how long you can keep that struggle up that time~."
Shisui never once takes his eyes off him. It's both a display of respect and a challenge. It's tickling underneath his fingernails. He wants to best him. He longs for the sweet taste of victory after a battle fought well.
Kagami had nerve calling him nicknames already. Once again, the most subtle way of pulling rank. And he looked cute while doing it. Truly a man that was way too easy to unserestimate. But Shisui knew better. He'd felt when slept beneath the gorgeous surface.
"They don't call me Shunshin no Shisui for nothing, princess", he cooes. "I'll have you pinned before you even blink." He idly plays with Kagami's curls. "Don't think you tamed me Kagami, I've let you have me."
And he had to admit he enjoyed it very much. He wanted to see the fire in his eyes forever. The tension in his body, the moment his instincts won over his reason.
He cups the older Uchiha's cheek and pulls him in by the chin for another kiss.
"When will I see you again?"
There's a longing in his expression that he can't quite hide with competition.
Shisui sharply draws in air and makes that face he often does before he side eyes Itachi for a 'did you see that too'. Kagami was more than twice his age. He sure didn't look like it.
"Well shit, I thought you were 30." He laughs, and doesn't realize how much he'd missed little moments like these. He tilts Kagami's face up with two fingers to admire him a little longer. Yes, the signs were there im hindsight. There were crow's feet around his eyes and faint silver streaks in his jet black hair. He also recalled how oppressive his Sharingan had been. Such prowess only came with age.
"So you're telling me...I've been kissing the same lips that wrapped around our esteemed Tobirama-sama? – may he rest in peace."
He grins, hovering just about his lips. "That would have caused quite the scandal back in the day...or maybe it would have finally united the Senju and the Uchiha."
His eyes flit about his face continuously. This man is gorgeous from head to toe. "Can't say I blame him for risking it though, he has outstanding taste...mmh"
Shisui steals another kiss from his lips. "Could kiss and blow you all day and not get bored." A sigh leaves his lips, after he parts from his new addiction yet again, running a hand through the silken coils. "Might have to keep you..."
"Hah, now you flatter me." Kagami said, though with shock then also discovered that wow, Shisui is a lot younger than he anticipated. Not that it was a bad thing - well maybe it was, that depended on who would be asked that question. Yet they are both consenting adults who hadn't ever met before, so there was no reason for it to be twisted into somethign pervers or with darker motive.
Shisui's words came so easily, he didn't hold back on materializing his thoughts on the things and... Kagami greatly appreciated it. No sugarcoating, no beating around the bush. "Sadly you won't taste him off my lips anymore, but trust me, he was one of a kind~. And ah, maybe it would have, but more probably would most have screamed that he forced me or urged me to perform genjutsu on him since I clearly had his trust and-"
Then the compliment hit, it made his cheeks color a deep red. "You truly are a flatterer.. Especially with your looks. Handsome as man can only be, you really snatched all the good traits awayfrom other clansmen, huh?"
Might have to keep you..
And nothing had filled him with more of that warmth before. "Why not make it a .. will have to keep you? Because I do think I do want to keep you~." And yes, Shisui talkin about blowing him... definitely filled his head with a lot of fantasies, quite instantly!
Shisui chuckles, rising to his knees to let the other slip out of him at last. He gives a soft sigh at the sensation, before letting himself fall beside the other, resting on his back. Quite the work out to start the day with. Especially after a long night out. It certainly had paid off. Perhaps he should get drunk more often.
"I didn't snatch anything. The gods gifted it to me, like all other talents", he says with a grin. "But thank you, I do actually not hear it that often." He stretches with a content noise, lounging about like a lazy lion. "The women typically fall for my friend more. He's the cute silent type. He's totally overwhelmed with it though."
There's a pleasant pause between them for a while, in which he thinks. He does want to keep seeing Kagami. This morning has honestly been more cathartic and healing than anything else he'd been trying up to that point. It could have very well been a temporary bliss however. Their interaction might prove yet another burden they'd have to shoulder. Did he want that?
He also had to think about, what the added attention mrant for his goals. Being different meant being seen. And being seen was a problem when you're supposed to be a center piece between village and clan. It also meant, his word would lose impact in gatherings. And especially now, that times were uncertain, he needed to have as much influence as possible. Gain their trust to gather information. The bigger the picture, the higher the chance of succeeding. And he truly needed the village and the clan to see eye to eye.
There were rumors of a revolution spreading. Talks of revolting against the Hokage and reclaim what was rightfully theirs. Demand the leader be replaced with someone from the Uchiha clan, as the Senju had once promised. If need be, with violence.
But violence always bred more violence. There was no winning. And the only ones losing were the innocent citizens he cared deeply about. And his family...Sasuke..Itachi..Mikoto. He couldn't allow this to happen.
"We will have to be smart about it. There are many eyes on us. We can't allow our position to worsen, regardless of whether I may take their criticism or not. Lives are at stake", he said eventually, now a lot more serious than he had been before. It was the urge to protect those in his care, that shone through. For them, he'd do anything.
"But I am quite sure that's possible. Both of our wits combined." He gives a playful smile. "Besides I have yet to even the score between us. I want to be where Tobirama-sama has been. Fair and square of course", he says, eyes glinting with a glimmer of fighting spirit, the one his kin could never quite live down.
"When we next neet, we fight."
Shisui was swimming in ecstasy.
Feeling both completely disconnected from reality and at the same time, deliciously aware of each thrust that vanished inside him. He didn't even know his body was capable of it anymore. He hadn't done it for many years. His work hadn't allowed it and later, his paranoia of being caught.
It was still there, even now. Tingling under his skin every time Kagami's moves drew moans from his throat. Making them increasingly harder to subdue the tighter the knot in his abdomen became.
Kagami's breath was hot against his own wet lips and his pace was relentless, fuelled by the desperation of having to be forced into shape to fit in with their peers. The same that bubbled inside Shisui. The helplessness having to sandpaper your edges to not upset anyone. Of being pulled into several directions at once. The dutiful clansman, the hardworking son, the loyal soldier. But never Shisui. Never just.
How powerful he was with his eyes and the violence his hands could commit. How strange that they were the same hands that prepared food and washed his body, even on the brink of passing out. The same that wouldn't stop shaking after he successfully executed given orders. He had to be so many things at once.
It was freeing to just be a man for once. To be messy and unrestrained and unbothered like those he protects. To lose control and break the rules.
He sat up, the older Uchiha's manhood still buried to the hilt. Knees meeting the floor, he runs his hands over the slick chest of his lover, grabbing at his arms and finally tightening in his lovely locks, tugging backwards until he could bite and kiss all along the column of his throat.
His hips pick up speed, bucking and rolling to match the rhythm of his lover and feed the growing ecstasy in his gut that is threatening to consume him.
There it was.
Shisui had to break free from his neck, pleasure tugging at his loins and in his core, demanding he'd seize all else except the increasingly desperate way his hips were rocking against Kagami's. And gods save him the older lioked so fucking good ensnared by pleasure.
"Yes..! Yes..I'm yours!", he pants.
The coil in his gut snaps tight and makes him cry out, his vision whitening out.
He spasms, hips stuttering as he forces his eyes open to look at Kagami as he cums. Crimson eyes on crimson, hips rolling hard and sharp until they still, lips parted in ecstasy and he can't take any more.
He's hovering right over his face as Kagami seeds him like he would a willing wife, voices mixing and pleasure cresting into a beautiful choir of male grunts and unchecked moans they would later regret.
But right now....the world was in balance. He was right where he wanted to be, with a beautiful man so deep up his rear where he should not be, that is may have fixed his problems. Even if just for a while.
Shisui's racing pulse slowly calmed, rigid training making it that he regained his senses quite quickly. He felt the older Uchiha's seed paint his insides, completing their act of sin. It was cathartic, like a small rebellion against the unfairness of life.
He released a sigh of contentment, hips shifting to comfortably remain in his lap as they kiss, slow and lazy now, the intense heat simmering down into comfortable embers of quiet fulfillment.
When he parts, he's pleasantly drowsy, Sharingan swirling back into ink black. He looks upon the elder Uchiha, in truth thinking fairly little, but his words reach him all the same.
"Are you not afraid of what it means?", he whispers. "About what it could become?"
There was something lovely in being lost in such kisses. A whole other world where only their presence counted and where only their desires where the ones measured on a scale. Right here it was only Shisui and Kagami, lost in each others affection until reality would pull them apart.
But that point may very well still last into the late evening.
Shisui's question didn't break the soft equilibrium he was floating in, yet in stirred something in him that bordered on being painful.
Slowly the Mangekyo faded, the crimson colour swallowed by onyx pools, yet when the sun hit them right, Shisuincoudk see how the pattern was slightly burned into them, like a shadow that was ever present. This Mangekyo was old, fought a lot of battles and subsequently --... Had seen a lot of things.
One arm let go of the younger, the hand coming up to sort some of the wild, sweaty curls away from a face that had him in awe with the beauty of it. The Uchiha in general were a clan full of beautiful people, but Shisui's face is one that strikes him out of a crowd of black haired people.
"Terrified.. honestly.", the whisper came quiet, careful and still something hopeful within it. ".. But if it becomes that.. I will not hesitate to protect it from the judging words and cutting eyes that will want us to tear apart again. I am done... With being miserable and yes you are right... I was a coward for allowing it.."
A small smile forms on his lips, denting his cheeks and somehow pouring life into his eyes, reawakening the jester in his blood.
"Wow..that almost sounds like you grew some balls", he teases with a grin, voice still low due to the intimate proximity.
His nose brushes gently against that of his lover, before he gently kisses his lips again, finding himself somewhat addicted to the feel and taste of them. There was something masculine yet sweet to him that drew him in time and time again. There was power slumbering in him too, old power, that came with a lot of pain and loss. He could almost taste the grief, it was so embedded in him.
He had seen and done a fair share of horrible things himself. But he was humble enough to know he was still young, with lots of strife still to experience.
He pulls back, admiring him for a moment. He seems to properly look at him now, without thr haze of pleasure. Yes, the signs of his life were there. The creases around his eyes, the scars, the occasional silver in the otherwise jet black curls.
"It's best if they don't find out. Yet...someone always knows. It's a small district.." He ponders.
"We could deny it...or...we stand by it. By...whatever that was. Is.."
"Hah, don't get too cocky with me, Shisui." Kagami replied, amused and in no way offended about the tease. He could feel it wasn't malicious in intent and he also was kinda right about it. Maybe it just needed someone like Shisui coming into his life to realize, he shouldn't let the clan dictate the way he lives.
The kiss was reciprocated softly, his skin tickling with the feeling of warmth it created. In a way this felt... Meant to be. It was right to them... And definitely, they seemed to heal a deep, festering wound in each other.
"Someone always does, yes." Kagami's eyes wander along the youngera face, falling for thenliagh lines and the long lashes that framed beautiful eyes. "Right now I don't know.. what I would do. I do not want to bend again and agree to their... To what the expect of me.. of us. On the other hand I am also a bit terrified of them wanting to exile either of us... Because that would not only come with the loss of the name.."
Exiled Uchiha were rare. Mostly because the clan didn't liked to practice the consequences of it. The stripping of a title, the removal of eyes if the clanmambwr has them... And oftentimes.. torture to make sure the memories of clansecrets became hazy.
Kagami had witnessed it once. It was a sight that was hard to recover from.
".. If push comes to shove.. we might have to consider... Other ways."
"They won't", he says, with a certainty that came with his young age. Yet, he wasn't reckless by any means. There was a clever strategist behind his playful eyes. He may not have been as brilliant as his best friend - really no one was - but he was not to be underestimated.
"We are their most valuable assets. They would be fools to cast us out and turn their most promising prodigies against them." He included Itachi in his mind. He knew his friend woukd have his back when push came to shove, even if he didn't want him to stand on a sinking ship.
He brushes over one of Kagami's brows with his index finger, idly tracing the lines around his eyes to release the strain that oftentimes resided there.
"No...I think they'll pressure us into normality. Settle us with wives...as per the clan head's orders." He chuckles.
"How come you aren't married already? Wouldn't you be considered the perfect age for providing the clan with healthy children?" He grins. "How old are you actually?"
"You are right.. even though it won't every be fully off the table ", he murmurs softly against still heated skin, his eye slowly falling shut from the soft massage - gosh why didn't he know that technique before? It really eased the strain and even more so, the pressure headache that he'd been nursing for the past 3 weeks!
The part about wives already made him sigh, most of the elders were still pressuring him for it, even though he's thinks he's outgrown having a baby now.
"Oh trust me they tried. Tried setting me up with some lovely single lady, having her seduce me into falling in love but gods.. I was rather getting bent over by the Nidaime. And if they knew I was fully going down on whim they still p3rceive as their enemy..." Kagami said with an amused laugh and blushes right after. His mouth apparently became quite loose after some good sex! "Hah, probably old enough to be your father... Yet not so old that I could be your grandfather. I'm about.. almost 10 years younger than Hiruzen is."
Shisui sharply draws in air and makes that face he often does before he side eyes Itachi for a 'did you see that too'. Kagami was more than twice his age. He sure didn't look like it.
"Well shit, I thought you were 30." He laughs, and doesn't realize how much he'd missed little moments like these. He tilts Kagami's face up with two fingers to admire him a little longer. Yes, the signs were there im hindsight. There were crow's feet around his eyes and faint silver streaks in his jet black hair. He also recalled how oppressive his Sharingan had been. Such prowess only came with age.
"So you're telling me...I've been kissing the same lips that wrapped around our esteemed Tobirama-sama? – may he rest in peace."
He grins, hovering just about his lips. "That would have caused quite the scandal back in the day...or maybe it would have finally united the Senju and the Uchiha."
His eyes flit about his face continuously. This man is gorgeous from head to toe. "Can't say I blame him for risking it though, he has outstanding taste...mmh"
Shisui steals another kiss from his lips. "Could kiss and blow you all day and not get bored." A sigh leaves his lips, after he parts from his new addiction yet again, running a hand through the silken coils. "Might have to keep you..."
Shisui was swimming in ecstasy.
Feeling both completely disconnected from reality and at the same time, deliciously aware of each thrust that vanished inside him. He didn't even know his body was capable of it anymore. He hadn't done it for many years. His work hadn't allowed it and later, his paranoia of being caught.
It was still there, even now. Tingling under his skin every time Kagami's moves drew moans from his throat. Making them increasingly harder to subdue the tighter the knot in his abdomen became.
Kagami's breath was hot against his own wet lips and his pace was relentless, fuelled by the desperation of having to be forced into shape to fit in with their peers. The same that bubbled inside Shisui. The helplessness having to sandpaper your edges to not upset anyone. Of being pulled into several directions at once. The dutiful clansman, the hardworking son, the loyal soldier. But never Shisui. Never just.
How powerful he was with his eyes and the violence his hands could commit. How strange that they were the same hands that prepared food and washed his body, even on the brink of passing out. The same that wouldn't stop shaking after he successfully executed given orders. He had to be so many things at once.
It was freeing to just be a man for once. To be messy and unrestrained and unbothered like those he protects. To lose control and break the rules.
He sat up, the older Uchiha's manhood still buried to the hilt. Knees meeting the floor, he runs his hands over the slick chest of his lover, grabbing at his arms and finally tightening in his lovely locks, tugging backwards until he could bite and kiss all along the column of his throat.
His hips pick up speed, bucking and rolling to match the rhythm of his lover and feed the growing ecstasy in his gut that is threatening to consume him.
There it was.
Shisui had to break free from his neck, pleasure tugging at his loins and in his core, demanding he'd seize all else except the increasingly desperate way his hips were rocking against Kagami's. And gods save him the older lioked so fucking good ensnared by pleasure.
"Yes..! Yes..I'm yours!", he pants.
The coil in his gut snaps tight and makes him cry out, his vision whitening out.
He spasms, hips stuttering as he forces his eyes open to look at Kagami as he cums. Crimson eyes on crimson, hips rolling hard and sharp until they still, lips parted in ecstasy and he can't take any more.
He's hovering right over his face as Kagami seeds him like he would a willing wife, voices mixing and pleasure cresting into a beautiful choir of male grunts and unchecked moans they would later regret.
But right now....the world was in balance. He was right where he wanted to be, with a beautiful man so deep up his rear where he should not be, that is may have fixed his problems. Even if just for a while.
Shisui's racing pulse slowly calmed, rigid training making it that he regained his senses quite quickly. He felt the older Uchiha's seed paint his insides, completing their act of sin. It was cathartic, like a small rebellion against the unfairness of life.
He released a sigh of contentment, hips shifting to comfortably remain in his lap as they kiss, slow and lazy now, the intense heat simmering down into comfortable embers of quiet fulfillment.
When he parts, he's pleasantly drowsy, Sharingan swirling back into ink black. He looks upon the elder Uchiha, in truth thinking fairly little, but his words reach him all the same.
"Are you not afraid of what it means?", he whispers. "About what it could become?"
There was something lovely in being lost in such kisses. A whole other world where only their presence counted and where only their desires where the ones measured on a scale. Right here it was only Shisui and Kagami, lost in each others affection until reality would pull them apart.
But that point may very well still last into the late evening.
Shisui's question didn't break the soft equilibrium he was floating in, yet in stirred something in him that bordered on being painful.
Slowly the Mangekyo faded, the crimson colour swallowed by onyx pools, yet when the sun hit them right, Shisuincoudk see how the pattern was slightly burned into them, like a shadow that was ever present. This Mangekyo was old, fought a lot of battles and subsequently --... Had seen a lot of things.
One arm let go of the younger, the hand coming up to sort some of the wild, sweaty curls away from a face that had him in awe with the beauty of it. The Uchiha in general were a clan full of beautiful people, but Shisui's face is one that strikes him out of a crowd of black haired people.
"Terrified.. honestly.", the whisper came quiet, careful and still something hopeful within it. ".. But if it becomes that.. I will not hesitate to protect it from the judging words and cutting eyes that will want us to tear apart again. I am done... With being miserable and yes you are right... I was a coward for allowing it.."
A small smile forms on his lips, denting his cheeks and somehow pouring life into his eyes, reawakening the jester in his blood.
"Wow..that almost sounds like you grew some balls", he teases with a grin, voice still low due to the intimate proximity.
His nose brushes gently against that of his lover, before he gently kisses his lips again, finding himself somewhat addicted to the feel and taste of them. There was something masculine yet sweet to him that drew him in time and time again. There was power slumbering in him too, old power, that came with a lot of pain and loss. He could almost taste the grief, it was so embedded in him.
He had seen and done a fair share of horrible things himself. But he was humble enough to know he was still young, with lots of strife still to experience.
He pulls back, admiring him for a moment. He seems to properly look at him now, without thr haze of pleasure. Yes, the signs of his life were there. The creases around his eyes, the scars, the occasional silver in the otherwise jet black curls.
"It's best if they don't find out. Yet...someone always knows. It's a small district.." He ponders.
"We could deny it...or...we stand by it. By...whatever that was. Is.."
"Hah, don't get too cocky with me, Shisui." Kagami replied, amused and in no way offended about the tease. He could feel it wasn't malicious in intent and he also was kinda right about it. Maybe it just needed someone like Shisui coming into his life to realize, he shouldn't let the clan dictate the way he lives.
The kiss was reciprocated softly, his skin tickling with the feeling of warmth it created. In a way this felt... Meant to be. It was right to them... And definitely, they seemed to heal a deep, festering wound in each other.
"Someone always does, yes." Kagami's eyes wander along the youngera face, falling for thenliagh lines and the long lashes that framed beautiful eyes. "Right now I don't know.. what I would do. I do not want to bend again and agree to their... To what the expect of me.. of us. On the other hand I am also a bit terrified of them wanting to exile either of us... Because that would not only come with the loss of the name.."
Exiled Uchiha were rare. Mostly because the clan didn't liked to practice the consequences of it. The stripping of a title, the removal of eyes if the clanmambwr has them... And oftentimes.. torture to make sure the memories of clansecrets became hazy.
Kagami had witnessed it once. It was a sight that was hard to recover from.
".. If push comes to shove.. we might have to consider... Other ways."
"They won't", he says, with a certainty that came with his young age. Yet, he wasn't reckless by any means. There was a clever strategist behind his playful eyes. He may not have been as brilliant as his best friend - really no one was - but he was not to be underestimated.
"We are their most valuable assets. They would be fools to cast us out and turn their most promising prodigies against them." He included Itachi in his mind. He knew his friend woukd have his back when push came to shove, even if he didn't want him to stand on a sinking ship.
He brushes over one of Kagami's brows with his index finger, idly tracing the lines around his eyes to release the strain that oftentimes resided there.
"No...I think they'll pressure us into normality. Settle us with wives...as per the clan head's orders." He chuckles.
"How come you aren't married already? Wouldn't you be considered the perfect age for providing the clan with healthy children?" He grins. "How old are you actually?"
Shisui was swimming in ecstasy.
Feeling both completely disconnected from reality and at the same time, deliciously aware of each thrust that vanished inside him. He didn't even know his body was capable of it anymore. He hadn't done it for many years. His work hadn't allowed it and later, his paranoia of being caught.
It was still there, even now. Tingling under his skin every time Kagami's moves drew moans from his throat. Making them increasingly harder to subdue the tighter the knot in his abdomen became.
Kagami's breath was hot against his own wet lips and his pace was relentless, fuelled by the desperation of having to be forced into shape to fit in with their peers. The same that bubbled inside Shisui. The helplessness having to sandpaper your edges to not upset anyone. Of being pulled into several directions at once. The dutiful clansman, the hardworking son, the loyal soldier. But never Shisui. Never just.
How powerful he was with his eyes and the violence his hands could commit. How strange that they were the same hands that prepared food and washed his body, even on the brink of passing out. The same that wouldn't stop shaking after he successfully executed given orders. He had to be so many things at once.
It was freeing to just be a man for once. To be messy and unrestrained and unbothered like those he protects. To lose control and break the rules.
He sat up, the older Uchiha's manhood still buried to the hilt. Knees meeting the floor, he runs his hands over the slick chest of his lover, grabbing at his arms and finally tightening in his lovely locks, tugging backwards until he could bite and kiss all along the column of his throat.
His hips pick up speed, bucking and rolling to match the rhythm of his lover and feed the growing ecstasy in his gut that is threatening to consume him.
There it was.
Shisui had to break free from his neck, pleasure tugging at his loins and in his core, demanding he'd seize all else except the increasingly desperate way his hips were rocking against Kagami's. And gods save him the older lioked so fucking good ensnared by pleasure.
"Yes..! Yes..I'm yours!", he pants.
The coil in his gut snaps tight and makes him cry out, his vision whitening out.
He spasms, hips stuttering as he forces his eyes open to look at Kagami as he cums. Crimson eyes on crimson, hips rolling hard and sharp until they still, lips parted in ecstasy and he can't take any more.
He's hovering right over his face as Kagami seeds him like he would a willing wife, voices mixing and pleasure cresting into a beautiful choir of male grunts and unchecked moans they would later regret.
But right now....the world was in balance. He was right where he wanted to be, with a beautiful man so deep up his rear where he should not be, that is may have fixed his problems. Even if just for a while.
Shisui's racing pulse slowly calmed, rigid training making it that he regained his senses quite quickly. He felt the older Uchiha's seed paint his insides, completing their act of sin. It was cathartic, like a small rebellion against the unfairness of life.
He released a sigh of contentment, hips shifting to comfortably remain in his lap as they kiss, slow and lazy now, the intense heat simmering down into comfortable embers of quiet fulfillment.
When he parts, he's pleasantly drowsy, Sharingan swirling back into ink black. He looks upon the elder Uchiha, in truth thinking fairly little, but his words reach him all the same.
"Are you not afraid of what it means?", he whispers. "About what it could become?"
There was something lovely in being lost in such kisses. A whole other world where only their presence counted and where only their desires where the ones measured on a scale. Right here it was only Shisui and Kagami, lost in each others affection until reality would pull them apart.
But that point may very well still last into the late evening.
Shisui's question didn't break the soft equilibrium he was floating in, yet in stirred something in him that bordered on being painful.
Slowly the Mangekyo faded, the crimson colour swallowed by onyx pools, yet when the sun hit them right, Shisuincoudk see how the pattern was slightly burned into them, like a shadow that was ever present. This Mangekyo was old, fought a lot of battles and subsequently --... Had seen a lot of things.
One arm let go of the younger, the hand coming up to sort some of the wild, sweaty curls away from a face that had him in awe with the beauty of it. The Uchiha in general were a clan full of beautiful people, but Shisui's face is one that strikes him out of a crowd of black haired people.
"Terrified.. honestly.", the whisper came quiet, careful and still something hopeful within it. ".. But if it becomes that.. I will not hesitate to protect it from the judging words and cutting eyes that will want us to tear apart again. I am done... With being miserable and yes you are right... I was a coward for allowing it.."
A small smile forms on his lips, denting his cheeks and somehow pouring life into his eyes, reawakening the jester in his blood.
"Wow..that almost sounds like you grew some balls", he teases with a grin, voice still low due to the intimate proximity.
His nose brushes gently against that of his lover, before he gently kisses his lips again, finding himself somewhat addicted to the feel and taste of them. There was something masculine yet sweet to him that drew him in time and time again. There was power slumbering in him too, old power, that came with a lot of pain and loss. He could almost taste the grief, it was so embedded in him.
He had seen and done a fair share of horrible things himself. But he was humble enough to know he was still young, with lots of strife still to experience.
He pulls back, admiring him for a moment. He seems to properly look at him now, without thr haze of pleasure. Yes, the signs of his life were there. The creases around his eyes, the scars, the occasional silver in the otherwise jet black curls.
"It's best if they don't find out. Yet...someone always knows. It's a small district.." He ponders.
"We could deny it...or...we stand by it. By...whatever that was. Is.."
Shisui was swimming in ecstasy.
Feeling both completely disconnected from reality and at the same time, deliciously aware of each thrust that vanished inside him. He didn't even know his body was capable of it anymore. He hadn't done it for many years. His work hadn't allowed it and later, his paranoia of being caught.
It was still there, even now. Tingling under his skin every time Kagami's moves drew moans from his throat. Making them increasingly harder to subdue the tighter the knot in his abdomen became.
Kagami's breath was hot against his own wet lips and his pace was relentless, fuelled by the desperation of having to be forced into shape to fit in with their peers. The same that bubbled inside Shisui. The helplessness having to sandpaper your edges to not upset anyone. Of being pulled into several directions at once. The dutiful clansman, the hardworking son, the loyal soldier. But never Shisui. Never just.
How powerful he was with his eyes and the violence his hands could commit. How strange that they were the same hands that prepared food and washed his body, even on the brink of passing out. The same that wouldn't stop shaking after he successfully executed given orders. He had to be so many things at once.
It was freeing to just be a man for once. To be messy and unrestrained and unbothered like those he protects. To lose control and break the rules.
He sat up, the older Uchiha's manhood still buried to the hilt. Knees meeting the floor, he runs his hands over the slick chest of his lover, grabbing at his arms and finally tightening in his lovely locks, tugging backwards until he could bite and kiss all along the column of his throat.
His hips pick up speed, bucking and rolling to match the rhythm of his lover and feed the growing ecstasy in his gut that is threatening to consume him.
There it was.
Shisui had to break free from his neck, pleasure tugging at his loins and in his core, demanding he'd seize all else except the increasingly desperate way his hips were rocking against Kagami's. And gods save him the older lioked so fucking good ensnared by pleasure.
"Yes..! Yes..I'm yours!", he pants.
The coil in his gut snaps tight and makes him cry out, his vision whitening out.
He spasms, hips stuttering as he forces his eyes open to look at Kagami as he cums. Crimson eyes on crimson, hips rolling hard and sharp until they still, lips parted in ecstasy and he can't take any more.
He's hovering right over his face as Kagami seeds him like he would a willing wife, voices mixing and pleasure cresting into a beautiful choir of male grunts and unchecked moans they would later regret.
But right now....the world was in balance. He was right where he wanted to be, with a beautiful man so deep up his rear where he should not be, that is may have fixed his problems. Even if just for a while.
Shisui's racing pulse slowly calmed, rigid training making it that he regained his senses quite quickly. He felt the older Uchiha's seed paint his insides, completing their act of sin. It was cathartic, like a small rebellion against the unfairness of life.
He released a sigh of contentment, hips shifting to comfortably remain in his lap as they kiss, slow and lazy now, the intense heat simmering down into comfortable embers of quiet fulfillment.
When he parts, he's pleasantly drowsy, Sharingan swirling back into ink black. He looks upon the elder Uchiha, in truth thinking fairly little, but his words reach him all the same.
"Are you not afraid of what it means?", he whispers. "About what it could become?"
Shisui was swimming in ecstasy.
Feeling both completely disconnected from reality and at the same time, deliciously aware of each thrust that vanished inside him. He didn't even know his body was capable of it anymore. He hadn't done it for many years. His work hadn't allowed it and later, his paranoia of being caught.
It was still there, even now. Tingling under his skin every time Kagami's moves drew moans from his throat. Making them increasingly harder to subdue the tighter the knot in his abdomen became.
Kagami's breath was hot against his own wet lips and his pace was relentless, fuelled by the desperation of having to be forced into shape to fit in with their peers. The same that bubbled inside Shisui. The helplessness having to sandpaper your edges to not upset anyone. Of being pulled into several directions at once. The dutiful clansman, the hardworking son, the loyal soldier. But never Shisui. Never just.
How powerful he was with his eyes and the violence his hands could commit. How strange that they were the same hands that prepared food and washed his body, even on the brink of passing out. The same that wouldn't stop shaking after he successfully executed given orders. He had to be so many things at once.
It was freeing to just be a man for once. To be messy and unrestrained and unbothered like those he protects. To lose control and break the rules.
He sat up, the older Uchiha's manhood still buried to the hilt. Knees meeting the floor, he runs his hands over the slick chest of his lover, grabbing at his arms and finally tightening in his lovely locks, tugging backwards until he could bite and kiss all along the column of his throat.
His hips pick up speed, bucking and rolling to match the rhythm of his lover and feed the growing ecstasy in his gut that is threatening to consume him.
There it was.
Shisui had to break free from his neck, pleasure tugging at his loins and in his core, demanding he'd seize all else except the increasingly desperate way his hips were rocking against Kagami's. And gods save him the older lioked so fucking good ensnared by pleasure.
"Yes..! Yes..I'm yours!", he pants.
The coil in his gut snaps tight and makes him cry out, his vision whitening out.
He spasms, hips stuttering as he forces his eyes open to look at Kagami as he cums. Crimson eyes on crimson, hips rolling hard and sharp until they still, lips parted in ecstasy and he can't take any more.
He's hovering right over his face as Kagami seeds him like he would a willing wife, voices mixing and pleasure cresting into a beautiful choir of male grunts and unchecked moans they would later regret.
But right now....the world was in balance. He was right where he wanted to be, with a beautiful man so deep up his rear where he should not be, that is may have fixed his problems. Even if just for a while.
Shisui's lips part with a raspy moan, back arching and eyes fluttering shut at the overwhelming sensation.
His thighs are shaking, twitching around Kagami's waist as the older asserts himself over him, emerging victorious over the struggle.
It should humiliate him more, to be taken on the floor like a common whore. To hand over all of his power and the weight to his name to dissolve under another man, so full that he could think of nothing else.
The clan didn't matter. The elders didn't matter. Even the looming dread of war did not matter in this moment. It all had coiled into a ball of frustration in his gut. Pressure begging to be released, and when Kagami finally pushed into him, everything came alive in him.
His hands come up to roam over Kagami's shifting back, the heat of him pressed against his own and inside of him where he needed him desperately.
He buried one hand in Kagami's curls, lips seeking his with growing greed, while the other grabbed his rear to push him deeper.
Shisui was swimming in ecstasy.
Feeling both completely disconnected from reality and at the same time, deliciously aware of each thrust that vanished inside him. He didn't even know his body was capable of it anymore. He hadn't done it for many years. His work hadn't allowed it and later, his paranoia of being caught.
It was still there, even now. Tingling under his skin every time Kagami's moves drew moans from his throat. Making them increasingly harder to subdue the tighter the knot in his abdomen became.
Kagami's breath was hot against his own wet lips and his pace was relentless, fuelled by the desperation of having to be forced into shape to fit in with their peers. The same that bubbled inside Shisui. The helplessness having to sandpaper your edges to not upset anyone. Of being pulled into several directions at once. The dutiful clansman, the hardworking son, the loyal soldier. But never Shisui. Never just.
How powerful he was with his eyes and the violence his hands could commit. How strange that they were the same hands that prepared food and washed his body, even on the brink of passing out. The same that wouldn't stop shaking after he successfully executed given orders. He had to be so many things at once.
It was freeing to just be a man for once. To be messy and unrestrained and unbothered like those he protects. To lose control and break the rules.
He sat up, the older Uchiha's manhood still buried to the hilt. Knees meeting the floor, he runs his hands over the slick chest of his lover, grabbing at his arms and finally tightening in his lovely locks, tugging backwards until he could bite and kiss all along the column of his throat.
His hips pick up speed, bucking and rolling to match the rhythm of his lover and feed the growing ecstasy in his gut that is threatening to consume him.
How much more could Kagami lose himself into the feelings that Shisui permitted him to feel? How much more could he finally break out of that cocoon while the other peeled away each protective little barrier he had placed around himself? Shisui's answer probably would be a simple 'yes", bfore he would rip open that last piece of reservation.
The air carried Shisui's masculinity right into his nostrils and it made the craving hin his muscles unbearable... Unbearable, until there was an opening that Kagami caught. It took only a smirk, his leg bending slightly so he could hook his foot behind Shisui's knee and like that, he could turn them around, the younger right underneath him, still stuffed full with his cock and the sweet expression fo shocked surprised on how the tables have turned. "Good boy.", Kagami whispered in that husky tone of a wolf that just caught it's prey. The foot that had been hooked behind the knee had sld up, only finding a stop right next to the younger pulsing hardness, pressing down right where the veins pulsed the blood into it. "Now.. You'll sing for me."
A promise he would absolutely make come true, letting himself slide out of the place he had come to love already until his tip sprang free with that stisfying little *plop*. Only that glistening little thread of precum mixed with saliva connecting the tip to swollen lips, before it broke off to land down on Shisui's chin.. Leaving proof of the sin they are commiting.
Movements elegant and fluid like a cat on the prowl, Kagami made his way right between Shisui's legs, gathering some of the tears that the younger's rod had produced. It was slick and warm on two fingers that he quickly brought down between trained cheeks, two fingertips circling the entrance that Kagami was yearning for with his whole being. The pattern of his Mangekyo swirled lazily as he prepared himself to burn the younger's face of bliss into his mind, his own face a visage of self-satisfaction- smiling. And like that, he pressed the first finger in, slick and skilled as he mapped out the weakest spots, fully spoiling them so any anxiety would make way for relaxed muscles - and a body writhing with the undeniable plea for more. The second finger followed as soon as the muscle lost enough tension and that would be enough to work him open, so he could soon fully claim what Kagami already and very quietly acknowledged to be his.
Eyes traced the rise and fall of Shisui's chest, how each gasp made the muscles snap under his skin. Drawing him in so he could play around one of the sensitive buds that stood for attention, letting his lips close to press firmly on the areola. Teeth were good for a tease.. They were even better to even make it seem as a threat.. And the perfect tool to display some kind of power in a sexual sense. So after giving the sensitive nub a little nick, he let his jaw open a bit wider to bite down onto the sensitive skin around it, teeth sinking in just enough to leave his own, personal mark on it.
*Mine*, is the thought that made his own cock throb. It is the word he would try to engrave on Shisui's soul, no matter in what kind of meaning.
'Good boy'
The jolt of need it sent through him nearly took him out. The soft spoken words seeped into every fiber of his being, pushing all his buttons at once. Deceptively soft and gentle, loosening something in him that he had so desperately tried to hold on to. His muscles spasm, mouth open to pant and skin glistening with perspiration.
A rough gasp leaves his lips as he suddenly finds himself on his back yet again. Sweat slick skin pressed against the Tatami floor. Soon after those beautiful, long fingers breached him with a naturalness that would have made a lesser Uchiha rage with humiliation. A soft noise of pleasure escapes him before he can hold it.
There was something unnervingly intimate in letting someone he knew so little, this close. Closer than anyone would ever be. Close enough to catch a glimpse of his soul. Close enough to kill.
'Good Boy', it rings in his head again, just as a second digit joins the first, and he moans.
'You don't even care about me, do you? You hate me.' Shisui's round black eyes widened. 'No! No, Kaa-san I love you!'. Mother slams the door of the fridge shut. 'You hate me I know it. I can see it in your eyes.'
He tears up, trying to explain himself, to prove to her that he isn't lying. That he loves her. That he is going to care for her now that father was gone; but he is no match for her drunken, self-loathing fury. 'You think you're so much better than me, don't you? Do you even know what I sacrificed to have you?!' Her eyes have this empty, glassy sheen again. 'I lost my entire career because of you. Look at me!' He flinches as she forces him to look at her, his small feame shaking with fear and despair. 'Look how ugly you made me! I had everything and you took it from me!' He knows what's coming long before her hand connects with his cheek and sends him stumbling to the ground. He doesn't cry. She doesn't like it when he cries. He just wants to make her happy. He is a good child. He is trying so hard. Shisui holds his burning cheek, looking up to the demon with swimming eyes, desperately trying to find his mother in it. But she isn't there. The sickness has taken her.
Shisui sharply draws in air as Kagami's teeth dig into his skin and ground him back in the present.
'Good Boy'
Is he? He tries to be. He really does. He wants to be. He just-
Kagami's fingers find that delicious spot within him, making him arch with yet another moan he can't control.
'Good Boy'
And just like that, he stops resisting.
Shisui's lips part with a raspy moan, back arching and eyes fluttering shut at the overwhelming sensation.
His thighs are shaking, twitching around Kagami's waist as the older asserts himself over him, emerging victorious over the struggle.
It should humiliate him more, to be taken on the floor like a common whore. To hand over all of his power and the weight to his name to dissolve under another man, so full that he could think of nothing else.
The clan didn't matter. The elders didn't matter. Even the looming dread of war did not matter in this moment. It all had coiled into a ball of frustration in his gut. Pressure begging to be released, and when Kagami finally pushed into him, everything came alive in him.
His hands come up to roam over Kagami's shifting back, the heat of him pressed against his own and inside of him where he needed him desperately.
He buried one hand in Kagami's curls, lips seeking his with growing greed, while the other grabbed his rear to push him deeper.