The limited confines of a sixteen-year-old's imagination, put to slumber, this thing; for Itachi had not co-existed in the same household with the other two during such a time when this activity had been achievable. Thus while his mind combs, frantically, its lengths, its recesses, asking, Is this real? It must be real, for I felt it, I felt -- It is not real. It is a chimera, the bones and marrow of unreality, the fibrous concoction of fantasy, but --
The sensations are real.
The perspiration on Itachi is real.
The visions are real.
The images are really there to witness.
His brother, sharply-coloured, in a square box.
His brother.
A former senpai.
His brother asking, wanting, to be fucked -- the word in the dream -- fucked, and Itachi feels it.
Oh, well. You see, do you. Of course, Itachi sees. He saw. The whole fucking thing, the whole thing he just dreamt which was -
Better not to think of things like that. Better to turn over, close your eyes, go back to - Sasuke doesn't even finish this thought because come on. Come on, at some point, even Sasuke has to learn, even Sasuke has to figure himself out enough to know that no, he is not going back to bed. No, he will not turn over. Go back to dream of something better. Something that doesn't end in a place like that. Or to dream of nothing, which might be preferable. But he won't.
I see. Well, so he does. He sees, and thinks, and what does he think? That is what concerns Sasuke. Seeing - Itachi sees everything regardless. But now that he sees, he is thinking. Thinking what. Who knows, but what he is saying is I see, and he is saying it in that tone. That tone, that voice, that push-him-against-the-wall-and-lean-in-close, with his mouth right against Sasuke's ear, and he tells him, you lack hatred - that voice
( ... )
[The video clicks on with a rattle, unearthy laughter can be heard from the background. It shakes for a moment haphazardly before settling to Deidara's face.
He grins, sharp and amused, maybe a bit smugly, you decide.]
Like to get it up in the ass, huh?
[What is this thing about Itachi, though? Are they living in the same place? Or is it some sort of memory trace from childhood? Didn't Sasuke kill Itachi?
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His first thought: An impossibility.
The limited confines of a sixteen-year-old's imagination, put to slumber, this thing; for Itachi had not co-existed in the same household with the other two during such a time when this activity had been achievable. Thus while his mind combs, frantically, its lengths, its recesses, asking, Is this real? It must be real, for I felt it, I felt -- It is not real. It is a chimera, the bones and marrow of unreality, the fibrous concoction of fantasy, but --
The sensations are real.
The perspiration on Itachi is real.
The visions are real.
The images are really there to witness.
His brother, sharply-coloured, in a square box.
His brother.
A former senpai.
His brother asking, wanting, to be fucked -- the word in the dream -- fucked, and Itachi feels it.
The shuddering want.
His brother's want ( ... )
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Oh, well. You see, do you. Of course, Itachi sees. He saw. The whole fucking thing, the whole thing he just dreamt which was -
Better not to think of things like that. Better to turn over, close your eyes, go back to - Sasuke doesn't even finish this thought because come on. Come on, at some point, even Sasuke has to learn, even Sasuke has to figure himself out enough to know that no, he is not going back to bed. No, he will not turn over. Go back to dream of something better. Something that doesn't end in a place like that. Or to dream of nothing, which might be preferable. But he won't.
I see. Well, so he does. He sees, and thinks, and what does he think? That is what concerns Sasuke. Seeing - Itachi sees everything regardless. But now that he sees, he is thinking. Thinking what. Who knows, but what he is saying is I see, and he is saying it in that tone. That tone, that voice, that push-him-against-the-wall-and-lean-in-close, with his mouth right against Sasuke's ear, and he tells him, you lack hatred - that voice ( ... )
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He grins, sharp and amused, maybe a bit smugly, you decide.]
Like to get it up in the ass, huh?
[What is this thing about Itachi, though? Are they living in the same place? Or is it some sort of memory trace from childhood? Didn't Sasuke kill Itachi?
Ah, Deidara is curious.]
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Funny you would assume that.
[... Technically true, but come on. Deidara doesn't need to know that.]
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[Like it's any of his business. Who cares? It's in the network, it's free for all!]
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