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endless_scrolls) wrote2011-02-08 11:04 pm
What It Means to Exist
Title: What It Means to Exist
Type: Fanfic
Fandom: AU!Naruto
Word count: 537
Character(s): Tenten; brief mentions of Uchiha Sasuke, Uchiha Itachi, Uchiha Fugaku
Pairing(s): Implied Sasuke/Tenten/Itachi
Warning(s): None
Disclaimer: I own nothing but these words.
Note: Randomly written fic inspired by the events and planned plots that took place at TheRisingSun. The headcanon wanted more. Who was I to deny it? And given the current timeline, this probably takes place during their HS days.
Dedicated to:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
nothinglanguage and soliloquiii. You guys... have filled me with such dirty, dirty thoughts.
Comparing the Uchiha brothers was like comparing night and day. Both entities held their own grandeur and glory; both had their imperfections and faults. Neither could exist without the other circling nearby, just out of reach. And while there were many similarities between the two brothers, there were even more differences. They were separate and unique with their own special qualities that pitted neither one above the other in her adoration of them. Itachi and Sasuke were a matched set, after all, and Tenten could not find it within herself to even try to discern which one was the better in her mind.
It was a game of balance. What one lacked, the other held in spades. Where Sasuke possessed the charm of spontaneity, Itachi grasped the draw of patience. Where the latter nurtured the knowledge that age brought him, the former cultivated the energy that his youth gave him. There could not be one without the other, and as she laid there between the warmth of their bodies, Tenten found herself unable to imagine a world without either. Her world without either.
They were the one constant in her life, without which she would have no reason to exist. To love, to hate, to feel beyond what covered the surface of her facade. They were what gave her life. Without them, she too would cease to exist.
And just as much as they were complimentary to each other in personality, the same could be said of the brothers' physical attributes as well. Years of experience had given her enough opportunities to learn that truth.
Itachi, as the taller and eldest of the two brothers, won in length. There was no doubts on that. And with his extra attention to training and developing a slightly larger build from such activities, Sasuke more than made up for it in his girth, evening out the playing field as they both tended to do. The younger also held the better stamina of the two, honed from his years of carving out the remains of Fugaku's regime to make it his own. With a gentle kiss on his shoulder, her hand reaching out to the other to rouse Itachi from the afterglow of their activities, she was reminded of those long nights filled with heads, hands, and hearts; rare moments where he would open up his soul to her whim. All the same, there was something to be said about Itachi's passion once he reached over that hurdle of hesitation he tended to have, something that both she and Sasuke had no problems breaking when the need arose. A fresh reminder of it lingered with blissful pain on the curve of her hip so dulling that she found her head spinning with delight. And as far as fetishes were concerned, both were very specific in their's, and she found their preferences more often overlapped than separated.
At the end of the day, though, she thought -- all the while, familiar fingers and hands gripped around the parts of her body with the same sort of need she recognized within herself -- the statistics didn't matter. Their similarities and differences weren't what were important. Their love for her and each other was.
Type: Fanfic
Fandom: AU!Naruto
Word count: 537
Character(s): Tenten; brief mentions of Uchiha Sasuke, Uchiha Itachi, Uchiha Fugaku
Pairing(s): Implied Sasuke/Tenten/Itachi
Warning(s): None
Disclaimer: I own nothing but these words.
Note: Randomly written fic inspired by the events and planned plots that took place at TheRisingSun. The headcanon wanted more. Who was I to deny it? And given the current timeline, this probably takes place during their HS days.
Dedicated to:
nothinglanguage and soliloquiii. You guys... have filled me with such dirty, dirty thoughts.Comparing the Uchiha brothers was like comparing night and day. Both entities held their own grandeur and glory; both had their imperfections and faults. Neither could exist without the other circling nearby, just out of reach. And while there were many similarities between the two brothers, there were even more differences. They were separate and unique with their own special qualities that pitted neither one above the other in her adoration of them. Itachi and Sasuke were a matched set, after all, and Tenten could not find it within herself to even try to discern which one was the better in her mind.
It was a game of balance. What one lacked, the other held in spades. Where Sasuke possessed the charm of spontaneity, Itachi grasped the draw of patience. Where the latter nurtured the knowledge that age brought him, the former cultivated the energy that his youth gave him. There could not be one without the other, and as she laid there between the warmth of their bodies, Tenten found herself unable to imagine a world without either. Her world without either.
They were the one constant in her life, without which she would have no reason to exist. To love, to hate, to feel beyond what covered the surface of her facade. They were what gave her life. Without them, she too would cease to exist.
And just as much as they were complimentary to each other in personality, the same could be said of the brothers' physical attributes as well. Years of experience had given her enough opportunities to learn that truth.
Itachi, as the taller and eldest of the two brothers, won in length. There was no doubts on that. And with his extra attention to training and developing a slightly larger build from such activities, Sasuke more than made up for it in his girth, evening out the playing field as they both tended to do. The younger also held the better stamina of the two, honed from his years of carving out the remains of Fugaku's regime to make it his own. With a gentle kiss on his shoulder, her hand reaching out to the other to rouse Itachi from the afterglow of their activities, she was reminded of those long nights filled with heads, hands, and hearts; rare moments where he would open up his soul to her whim. All the same, there was something to be said about Itachi's passion once he reached over that hurdle of hesitation he tended to have, something that both she and Sasuke had no problems breaking when the need arose. A fresh reminder of it lingered with blissful pain on the curve of her hip so dulling that she found her head spinning with delight. And as far as fetishes were concerned, both were very specific in their's, and she found their preferences more often overlapped than separated.
At the end of the day, though, she thought -- all the while, familiar fingers and hands gripped around the parts of her body with the same sort of need she recognized within herself -- the statistics didn't matter. Their similarities and differences weren't what were important. Their love for her and each other was.
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