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.

"No. No, I've got it under control. I know what I'm doing" Itachi said with a strained smile. A smile intended to trick the mind it belonged to. A smile of denial. His eyes wide, their onyx irises glistening in uncertainty but resolve. Itachi was forcing himself to be in control of an uncontrollable situation.

Was Itachi okay? Kakashi had been wondering that long before his dream, long before his shower. He had been wondering that ever since he dropped Itachi off at home.

It was a switch; it was a realisation to Kakashi that he was worrying. He hadn't felt that in a long time - wouldn't allow himself to feel such pointlessness. He couldn't do anything about Itachi's situation.

But Kakashi needed to be in control. Not in a tyrannical kind of way, rather an organized one. A kind of control where things went smoothly for himself. But, now, he found he needed things to go smoothly for Itachi. He needed to be in control of Itachi's situation.

And that frightened him.

Kakashi dropped to the floor, and started doing push-ups.

It's none of my business. It's none of my business. It's none of my business.

And quickly, he began sweating again.

*****

Itachi's eyes snapped open. He hadn't been dreaming about anything that would prompt such a fast reaction. He just knew he wasn't in his own bed, under his own sheets, in his own house.

He looked over to the spot next to him and it was empty. Shisui wasn't there.

Shisui...

"D-did I hurt you?"Shisui asked in concern - but Itachi could tell he was still coming down from his orgasm.

Itachi felt the dip in his stomach; the excitement of him losing his virginity - and it was with Shisui. Kind-eyed, gentle and handsome Shisui.

Itachi sat up in bed and winced slightly as a stinging pain shot up his lower back. He knew it was from his time with Shisui last night. In a clinging sense, he liked the pain. It was confirmation that what had happened between the two of them wasn't a dream or an illusion.

"Don't you like pancakes, Sasuke?" Itachi heard Shisui's deep, gentle voice ask from the kitchen.

Itachi got out of bed, ignoring the pain and entered the kitchen. He saw Shisui, his messy hair unaltered despite last night and waking up early. He wore a loose shirt and was in his boxers. Sasuke's hair was in disarray, he still had on his blue pyjamas from last night when Itachi and Sasuke fled their home.

Shisui stared at Sasuke - who was looking down at his stack of pancakes. Something was clearly on his little mind.

"My mom or my nii-san usually make them fow me", Sasuke said softly.

Shisui noticed Itachi and smiled his boyish, unbothered smile, "Good morning."

Itachi walked over to Sasuke, smiling gently, "Good morning."

He sat next to his little brother and nudged him with his arm, "How did you sleep?"

"Mistew and Misses Shisui slept so close to me I was melting", Sasuke grumbled.

Itachi ran a hand through Sasuke's hair, "You don't look happy today. Is something wrong?" Itachi asked gently.

But he knew what was wrong. He knew it was the crashing of objects, the sheathing of a knife and the desperate running that comprised last night's events.

Sasuke sighed, pushing his plate of pancakes away from him. Itachi need only look at Shisui and the older male left the kitchen - leaving Itachi and Sasuke alone.

"Last night was scary huh?" Itachi said nonchalantly, peeling pieces of his lavender nail polish off.

"I was so scawed. But...then you cwied when we got hewe. It's all my fault", tears welled up in Sasuke's little wide eyes, "I'm so sowwy!"

Itachi was quick to engulf his precious brother in a hug, "Oh, Sasuke! Why do you keep thinking it's your fault?" Itachi asked softly with an aching heart.

"I told mommy that I saw daddy kiss a pwetty woman. I thought he had a cwush on hew!" Sasuke sobbed, clinging to Itachi's shirt.

"Shh", Itachi soothed, "You did the right thing, you're so brave. Daddy shouldn't have done that - that was a bad thing that he did. If you didn't tell mom, he would have carried on doing it. It's daddy's fault", Itachi pulled Sasuke back and looked him in the eyes, "not your fault."

Sasuke snivelled, hiccupping from his crying, "Are we going to live hewe now?"

Itachi trapped his sigh of powerlessness. Sasuke didn't need more instability.

Mellissa was their only option.

"No, Sasuke. We're going to go stay at Aunt Mellissa for a little bit", Itachi used his excited tone to cheer his little brother up.

Itachi stood up and pulled the pancakes closer to Sasuke, "Now eat up! I'm going to call her", Itachi smiled - expertly hiding his uncertainty.

Itachi went back to Shisui's room where he had left the phone last night. Shisui was on his bed, twirling a small pocket knife around - the tip of his tongue peaking out in concentration.

"Is he okay?" Shisui asked, stopping the twirling.

Itachi sighed, "He's scared...I don't blame him. I'm gonna call my aunt - hopefully we can stay with her for a bit until things get...figured out." Itachi picked up his phone.

"Why don't you guys just crash here, my parents won't mind" Shisui suggested.

"We can't do that...and Sasuke needs a familiar face right now. Thank you for the offer", Itachi hit dial.

"Hello, my dear nephew! What's up?" Mellissa asked nonchalantly.

Itachi took a deep breath, bracing himself for the conversation he needed to have.