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Warm air filters through the open windows of Shisui's car as he drives Itachi to work. The morning is hot and sticky with humidity despite it still being early. There’s also a buzz in the air that usually precedes a large thunderstorm.
The weather forecast does warn for it, but Shisui is optimistic that it will stay mild, skip Konoha altogether, or sweep through before Itachi is free from work. At the moment, the sky is cloudless and the sun is burning down with fresh summer intensity.
“I can tell the lecture halls will be stifling today,” Itachi complains. The university where he teaches is old and the ventilation has a lot of room for improvement. The only concessions the professors (and the students) get are portable ceiling and table fans, but even those don’t help much.
Nobody in the university management wants to install AC, claiming it will modernize the buildings too much.
Shisui knows it won’t take too long for management to change their mind, since most of the students and professors have been campaigning for better ventilation for a long while. Currently, the quality of air is so poor even Itachi gets symptoms and he’s not allergic to anything.
“Have a good day,” Shisui says softly as he stops the car near the university. “I’m sorry I can’t be at home for your birthday.”
“It’s okay, you’re needed there,” Itachi says with a smile. He’s so ethereally beautiful, his black hair twisted into a messy bun, his glasses sitting a bit askew on his nose. The university is very strict with the policy on clothing, and as a professor, Itachi is expected to dress accordingly—and he does. His usual outfit involves sweaters and slacks, but due to the weather, the sweater has been replaced by a crimson short-sleeved dress shirt. He has his backpack on his lap, filled with the school work he takes home at the end of the day.
Itachi opens his seat belt, reaches out to Shisui and kisses him. “You be careful,” he whispers.
Shisui watches as Itachi steps out of the car and walks over to the campus. After his husband has disappeared inside, Shisui returns to the roadway.
He’s not going to work. He doesn’t even have work that day. Itachi just thinks he has, because it’s all a part of the plan he concocted for Itachi's birthday.
If Shisui is good at something, it’s keeping secrets. He has been preparing for this day since the beginning of June, and today is finally June 9th, Itachi’s 24th birthday.
Now Shisui has eight hours to get things ready, which is more than enough. He’s not planning that much, but it’s good to have extra time in the case of unexpected problems.
First, Shisui goes to the grocery store to buy everything he needs. Itachi will be starving by the time he’s free, so first they’ll eat at home. Later Shisui plans on taking Itachi to a picnic at Konoha’s central park, near the lake—it has been their favorite place since they were kids.
Shisui and Itachi falling in love despite belonging to the same family hadn’t been a surprise to anyone. Their families had met when Shisui was around nine, and Itachi was six. They instantly became friends and have been inseparable ever since. Shisui had been around thirteen or fourteen when he’d realized he had a crush on Itachi, but it had taken him two more years before he’d confessed, and Itachi had replied by kissing him.
They married after Itachi had graduated from the university (the same university where he works as a professor now). The ceremony hadn’t been a big one, just with their closest family, as neither of them was that keen on making a big deal out of it.
Shisui wouldn’t want to live his life without Itachi. They are a unit, they belong together. Only with Itachi does Shisui feel whole. He knows the feeling’s mutual—they are equally obsessed with each other.
After shopping, Shisui returns home and gets to work. He cleans their small apartment methodically—opening the windows, watering the plants, and dusting the shelves. The hum of traffic pours in, but Shisui doesn’t mind; in fact, they both love the sounds of life in the city. Konoha never sleeps, with things always happening and thousands of people leading their ordinary lives outside of their apartment windows.
The first signs of the storm appear in the afternoon, just as Shisui leaves to get Itachi from work. Rain splatters the windshield and the sky is filled with roiling, dark clouds. Farther away Shisui sees the flashes of lightning.
He starts to feel anxious. This won’t be a small storm that blows over the city in minutes and leaves sunshine and rainbows in its wake. No, this storm will be a different kind—the kind that brings torrential rain, strong winds and bone-rattling thunder. A storm that will last for hours.
Itachi doesn’t know that Shisui is waiting for him—he thinks he’s working, after all—and Itachi almost walks by the car in his haste to get to the bus stop. Shisui honks the car horn and Itachi makes a comical pirouette to face him, looking confused as he jogs into the car and slips in.
“You were supposed to be at work,” Itachi says, frowning.
“I lied,” Shisui says cheerfully. “I had today off. I needed time to make everything ready for your birthday.”
“I should’ve guessed,” Itachi mutters, both grinning and blushing. “I did hope for something like this but sometimes you do have to work, so…”
“Not today,” Shisui promises. “I made sure of that.” Lightning flashes and thunder explodes loudly around them, even making the car shake slightly.
“They’re recommending people to stay indoors today,” Itachi says. “The storm is only going to get worse.”
“It sure looks like that,” Shisui agrees. He fights hard not to let his disappointment show on the surface. The picnic basket and the blanket are both ready at home, but now they won’t be able to go. It sucks, because Shisui was really hoping for the weather to cooperate. He grits his teeth.
“Shisui? Are you okay?”
Of course Itachi would notice something’s wrong with him. Shisui is maybe good at keeping secrets, but on the other hand, Itachi can read his face like an open book.
“I had plans,” Shisui admits grudgingly. “But the storm…”
“I’m sure it’ll be perfect even with the storm,” Itachi assures him. “No matter what we do, I’ll be fine with it, since it’s you.”
It’s one of Itachi’s strict policies: they spend their birthdays with each other, and the rest of the family will come later. They are planning on going to have dinner at Itachi’s parents later—Sasuke joining with his boyfriend.
Today would be for them only, but Shisui feels fucking terrible that his original plan of going for a picnic won’t happen. As he drives them home, the rain gets even heavier, lighting flashing regularly. They sprint from the car to their apartment building and are soaked in a matter of seconds.
“I didn’t plan it to go like this,” Shisui complains. They instantly remove their wet clothes and hang them to dry in the bathroom.
“You can’t beat Mother Nature,” Itachi says wisely. He takes a towel from the shelf and starts drying Shisui’s black curls. They look alike, but not that much—most of the Uchiha clan members have black hair and black eyes. Shisui’s hair is wild, short and curly while Itachi’s long and straight. Shisui loves playing with Itachi’s hair, an act Itachi seems fond of himself. After Itachi is done drying him off, Shisui takes the towel, unties the bun Itachi kept for the day and returns the favor.
“Wait,” Shisui says when he stops. He takes a comb and runs it through Itachi’s hair a couple of times before taking a hair tie and braiding Itachi’s hair with slow, elaborate movements.
Itachi sighs quietly, and even without looking, Shisui knows he has closed his eyes. Itachi is like a cat in a way; he melts when Shisui plays with his hair.
Shisui finishes, and they change into clean, dry clothes. Since they’re stuck inside, with the storm raging, Shisui chooses his favorite shirt and sweats, while Itachi dresses in shorts and a t-shirt that was once Shisui’s.
“You cleaned the apartment,” Itachi says quietly. “Everything looks so good now.”
“I was busy for the whole day prepping everything,” Shisui nods. Thunder rumbles again and they exchange a glance. “Though… what I wanted to do isn’t going to work now.”
“What were you planning?” Itachi asks. He comes closer and pulls Shisui down into a soft kiss. Heat gathers on Shisui’s cheeks as he wraps his arms around his lover, and for a moment they get caught up tasting each other.
“First,” Shisui says breathlessly, “we were going to eat. Then I wanted to take you out for a picnic. To our special place.” The wind howls through the open windows and Shisui realizes he forgot to close them earlier. He untangles himself from Itachi—albeit reluctantly—and shuts the window. Thunder booms again, and it suddenly comes dark, even though it’s only late afternoon.
“Let’s combine them and spread everything to our balcony,” Itachi purrs. He hugs Shisui from behind and nudges his face against Shisui’s back.
They have a big enclosed balcony attached to their apartment, with enough privacy for them to use it as a spare room in summer. Just a few weeks ago they cleaned it and arranged everything to their liking—it had a rattan table with two chairs, lots of carpets on the floor with pillows and blankets. They often sit on the floor there, eat watermelon and drink lots of ramune. Shisui has only a few flavors he likes, but Itachi drinks everything that’s sweet and sugary.
“A picnic on the balcony?” Shisui says. “Yeah, we could watch the storm.” He turns and Itachi stands there, his cheeks are flushed and he’s smiling.
“Sounds good, Shisui,” Itachi whispers.
They wouldn’t be able to go out, but their balcony was one of their favorite places to be. Shisui goes to the kitchen, produces the picnic basket he hid and hands it over to Itachi. “You take it, I’ll bring the food soon.”
Itachi disappears, and Shisui takes out the ingredients for the ramen he planned on making. It’s Naruto’s recipe—both Shisui and Itachi are in love with it, and they make it regularly. Naruto isn’t a cook, but he’s obsessed with ramen, and this recipe of his had actually won a national ramen recipe competition a couple of years ago.
“I already know what you’re making,” Itachi says when he returns and sniffs the air appreciatively.
“Go back to the balcony! I’ll bring the food to you,” Shisui orders with a laugh.
Itachi sticks his tongue at him and then leaves. Shisui chuckles to himself as he continues to prepare the ramen—it doesn’t take that long. He fills two bowls, sets them on the tray with chopsticks and a carafe of water, before carrying it to the balcony.
In the meantime, Itachi has already gotten everything ready. Rain batters the balcony’s windows and thunder is even louder here, but somehow… it’s actually not so bad.
Shisui lowers the tray on the floor in front of Itachi, and sits down on the other side.
“Thanks for the food,” Itachi says happily as he takes his chopsticks and starts to eat.
Shisui takes his too, and for a while they’re too lost in the bliss of the food to talk. The broth warms Shisui’s throat, the spices tingle on his tongue and the chicken is just perfectly done.
“Naruto truly is good with ramen,” Itachi says contentedly.
“He totally is,” Shisui nods. When the bowls are completely empty, Shisui stacks them on the tray and moves them aside.
“I really wanted to take you to the park,” Shisui says sadly. It’s still storming intensely.
“We can go once the weather is better,” Itachi says quietly. “I almost think this is better—sitting here on my birthday and watching the storm with you.”
Itachi reaches out with his hand, pulling Shisui closer. Their lips meet in a hungry kiss, before Itachi moves onto his back taking Shisui with him.
Shisui reacts instantly, as he always does in a situation like this. His cock starts to feel hard, pulsing with his heartbeat, as he presses against Itachi’s body and their kisses become even more hungry, open-mouthed and needy.
“You are enough for me, Shisui,” Itachi whispers hoarsely. “My birthday is perfect if I can be with you.”
Shisui laughs and he kisses Itachi’s neck and up to his earlobe. Itachi shivers and moans, they’re both definitely hard now, and Shisui suppresses a groan as Itachi grinds against him.
“I want you,” Itachi continues, eyes hazy and cheeks red. “All of you.”
Shisui withdraws and lowers Itachi’s shorts and boxers, freeing his cock. Shisui starts by stroking it with one finger, and Itachi hisses under his breath.
It’s always like this—Itachi loves being teased, slowly touched to the brink of coming, and then getting what he really wants.
Shisui fingers Itachi’s cock for a while longer, enjoys listening to the sounds that emanate from Itachi’s throat. He grins to himself as he bends down and licks the tip—it’s already leaking a bit, the salty and musky taste playing on Shisui’s tongue.
“Shi—Shisui—” Itachi groans and his voice is so loaded, so erotic, that the last of Shisui’s restraints snap free. He takes the entire length into his mouth and caresses it with long, swirling licks, and Itachi keeps making all of those sounds, only for him.
They’ve had sex enough times at this point that Shisui knows when to stop to drag out Itachi’s orgasm and make him squirm even further. He does that now, pulling back with a pop.
Itachi is panting and writhing, just like Shisui wants him. He grabs the jar of lube they have stashed on the balcony—this is not the first time they are enjoying each other on the balcony. No one can see them here, spread on the floor like this.
Shisui coats his fingers with lube before he settles back between Itachi’s legs again and plays at his rim. He really wouldn’t need to prep Itachi for him, since they fuck regularly, but this was all part of it for Itachi—the waiting, the teasing, dragging on the best part. Shisui slips one finger in and Itachi moans again, repeating his name over and over again.
A second enters and goes deep enough to barely touch Itachi’s prostate. Itachi barely manages to stop himself from making a louder gasp.
“So good,” Itachi mutters. “You’re so good, Shisui.”
“You’re wonderful too,” Shisui says softly. He withdraws his fingers and takes the lube again, but now he spreads it to his cock, gritting his teeth as the touch makes the flesh even more sensitive, aching and throbbing.
Shisui lifts Itachi’s hips with his hands and pauses for a short second, almost entering but not quite. Itachi raises his head and Shisui gives him a playful smirk.
“Please,” Itachi says. This is also an important aspect of sex with Itachi—Shisui never enters before he gets proper permission to do so. He pushes and they both grunt, Itachi’s hands flying up and grabbing Shisui’s shoulders.
Itachi is warm and perfect around him, just the right kind of tight. Shisui thrusts deeper and Itachi sputters, shaking all over.
“Kiss me,” Itachi pleads.
Shisui lowers down as he thrusts again, kissing wetly, all lips and tongue. He’s quickly climbing near the edge and from the look on Itachi’s face, he’s close too.
“Happy Birthday, Itachi,” Shisui says affectionately.
“I love you,” Itachi returns, so achingly beautiful, so perfect, so familiar.
Shisui waits until he’s tingling all over and desperate to come before he takes Itachi with him with a single stroke to his cock.
They shake, moans mixing together as they come undone in each others’ arms. Right at that moment, thunder rumbles so loudly it drowns their voices under it.
Shisui shivers. He has cum on his face and on his shirt, finding Itachi’s shirt is also soiled with it. He slowly lowers Itachi’s hips and changes his position so that they can lie side by side. His cock moves inside Itachi and they moan at the sensation/friction.
Shisui kisses Itachi’s back and his nape, throwing his legs over Itachi’s. He’s not in a hurry to pull out—they never are. They often just lay like this after, with Shisui still lodged deep inside, basking in the proximity, the warmth of their bodies and the pounding of their hearts.
Itachi reaches for Shisui’s hand and once he gets it, he kisses the fingers one by one before pressing his lips against the palm. Shisui groans quietly, almost feels like he could get hard again.
“Don’t stop,” Itachi says, his voice raw.
Shisui eventually does pull out and they take a break. He feeds some strawberries covered with chocolate to Itachi, and it’s already enough to turn him on again.
“Turn your back to me,” Shisui whispers and he pecks Itachi’s lower lip.
Itachi sucks Shisui’s lips before he removes his shirt, laying down again and turning on his stomach. Shisui re-applies lube to his cock and pushes in without foreplay this time. He enjoys every movement, every brush against Itachi, and Itachi’s muffled sounds.
As Shisui rocks back and forth, he peppers Itachi’s back with love bites, licking the sweat off the skin.
“You are enough,” Itachi says again. “Never forget that, Shisui.”
“I won’t,” Shisui promises and kisses Itachi’s neck so violently that he hisses. “You have my heart, Itachi, always.”
They come again at the same time, and taking a minute to catch their breath, they return inside to wash up and change some clothes, again.
After, they sprawl on the balcony floor with ramune and all the snacks Shisui had prepared for the picnic.
Outside, the storm keeps raging.