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It was ingrained on every Uchiha child that they were to be the best, they were to be perfect in every way, always in control of the situation. But Itachi couldn't stop his body's cravings. He loved getting fucked.
As an adolescent, he had very few sexual experiences before his carrying out his last mission to Konoha, and as an Akatsuki member, the chances of getting laid were even slimmer.
Then, came Sasuke.
Upon the termination of the Akatsuki organization, Sasuke had found his brother, and proved he had become a worthy adversary. Because of all Sasuke had done, Itachi knew his otouto would no longer welcome in Konoha.
Both men barely alive, Itachi did the one thing that would completely fail him his last mission.
He told him. Everything.
It had taken time, as all things of that nature do, for Sasuke to trust him. The healing of body as well as soul was a slow, painstaking process. But as their time together turned to weeks and months, Sasuke opened his heart to his brother.
And soon enough, his body followed.
Sasuke was surprised at first, that Itachi bottomed. But after the first few times, he chuckled at the realization that even taking a cock up his ass, Itachi was still in complete control of the situation. As to be expected, he was a demanding uke, and Sasuke shocked his brother with his stamina, built from training to take the life of the man he was fucking every night, sometimes thrice in one a day.
Musing, Itachi supposed it was because they were both so fucked up.
They lived a simple life for those years, living for and loving each other. They stayed in a small cabin hidden to normal eyes, even those of trained ninja, and easily henged when they needed to journey to nearby villages for food and supplies.
But after nearly five years of being together, Sasuke confided in his brother his deepest secret, the one thing that could end their close-to perfect world.
“I’m in love with the dobe.”