Dynamic Entry Pt. II The Uchiha Brothers' Day Off

I hereby declare that I claim no rights to NARUTO © 1999 by Kishimoto Masashi/SHUEISHA Inc. and recieve no monetary benefit for any narrative I publish hereafter based on this manga or any of its other media adaptations. Warnings are in place for slash (male on male coupling), incest, misuse of ninjutsu & chakra, graphic sexual content and strong language. -Xtase Salutations! If you are reading this for the first time, welcome. And to those of you who have already read Part I, welcome back. Here is the sequel to Dynamic Entry. If you have not already read the previous instalment I strongly recommend that you do (it's a scorcher). This fic features the oh-so-sexy brutal!sadistic!Itachi and nasty!perverted!Sasuke. They have a very freaky sex life; these two get up to some kinky shit. So brace yourselves, and enjoy your dose of mindless porn erotic fiction. Sasuke adored his aniki's hair. It was so unlike his own. Whereas Sasuke's stuck out in stubborn spikes, Itachi's hair behaved and fell in gentle waves. Spilling over his broad shoulders, down his back, reaching for the base of his spine. And right now, he had all the more reason to love his aniki's crowning glory. Itachi was giving him the most divine blowjob. He had wrapped one of his satiny tresses of hair around Sasuke's throbbing cock. Stroking the base soft and slow with his fiery fingers, swirling the pink head round and round in his mouth. Just the tip. Sasuke had never felt such dizzying sensations. Never. Those lips, that tongue; Itachi knew just what to do with them. He skillfully manoeuvred them both, moving them in tandem slowly to ensure his brother's uttermost pleasure. He firmly grasped Sasuke's thigh with his free hand when his otouto began to instinctively gyrate his hips in gentle rolls. Preventing him from penetrating deeper into his mouth. Then he slowly withdrew, Sasuke's dick slipping from his lips with a moist, faint pop. His otouto mewls in disappointment and looks down. Itachi was still stroking him off, so very slowly. It felt like heaven. And an angel had twisted his silky hair around his sweetest spot, adding the gentlest friction to his pumping hand. He was gazing up at Sasuke with hazy black eyes, with such ardent adoration that it made Sasuke's breath catch in his throat. He was suddenly overwhelmed by a ferocious wave of love for his aniki. His wonderful, perfect aniki, who would do anythingto please him. Anything. Even lap up the precum dripping out of his cock. Drop. By drop. By sinful drop. An angel whose flawless body was being used to assauge his carnal desires. Here he was, sullying this creature's purity with the precursor to his seed. And he liked it. He loved it. He loved Itachi. He loved fuckingItachi. Until there was an Itachi-shaped depressionin his mattress. And later he would sleep in that depression just to remind himself of his aniki's presence. Sasuke moaned from the furious heat of the flames licking at his insides. This liquid fire rushing through his dilating blood veassels. Seeping into his fingertips, firing up his muscles. Sasuke's felt his body was now a smithy. The pit of his belly was the furnace, his lungs were a pair of bellows, his blood was molten metal. And his cock was a white- hot rod, waiting to be forged in the hands of the most masterful smith himself. "Niisan," he croaked "Niisan...please." "Hmm?" Itachi gave him an attentive, almost innocent look. He did not stop catching the droplets of precum leaking out of Sasuke's dick with his tongue. But he always waited for it to drip off the tumescent bulb, he would not touch him. The fucking tease. "Niisan," he swallowed hard "Take me...into your mouth." Itachi raised an elegant brow at his otouto and smiled sweetly. Sinlessly. And then he kissed his brother's cock, wrapping his lips around the whole bulb. Sasuke's eyes immediately rolled into his head as he was transported into ecstasies. Yesyesyesyesyesssss! Small, animalistic noises began to escape him as he plunged his hands into that glorious mane. Threading his fingers through the glossy strands as he bucked his hips furiously. One of his fantasies finally achieved; getting Itachi to suck his dick through his pants. His aniki had always wanted him to strip before blowing him. And that was sensual and romantic and all that mushy shit, but sometimes Sasuke just wanted to get blown. Like today. When he had finally persuaded Itachi to let him brush his hair, the way he sometimes used to when they were younger. And Itachi had been topless, his entire, magnificent torso on display. There had been something special about him today. The way the muscles rippled in Itachi's back as he shifted to a more comfortable position. Maybe it was the way his spine showed up as he curved his back. Or perhaps how his glossy tumble of black hair set off his glowing olive skin. Whatever it was, it had made Sasuke want to toss the hairbrush away and sweep his aniki into a bone-crushing embrace. But this is Sasuke we are talking about. And whenever he is overcome by powerful emotion, he often expresses it quite crassly. And this time...was no different. Imagine Itachi's surprise when he felt a strangely warm, stiff object flop onto the bare skin of his shoulder. Now imagine his growing discomfiture when he feels it nudging against his cheek. And you can just picture the utterly nonplussed expression on his face as his little brother feeds him his dick. What the...? And Sasuke had merely looked down at him serenely, his lips curling into a cheeky smile. If his cock wasn't between Itachi's sweet, sexy lips he would have laughed at his wide-eyed bewilderment. And then his aniki's eyes had narrowed, his heavily-lashed eyelids descending. Itachi gazed up at him through those thick eyelashes, looking at Sasuke with such heat. And then that tongue had started moving...and it had felt sofine. The rest had been history. And now... And now Itachi was flicking his tongue against the slit of Sasuke's dick. Playing him furiosly like a harp. Sasuke moaned desperately as the balls of his feet began to leave the floor. As he levitated upward, trying to plow deeper into his aniki's hot mouth. And Itachi was allowing it. Allowing Sasuke to plunge his engorged member down his throat. He worked his otouto soft and slow with his mouth, until his juices leaked out. Swallowing him up until he felt the teeth of a zipper against the skin of his nose. Sasuke was being noisy as usual. Really, the sounds he made bordered on obscene. Those desperate injured animal sounds. They made Itachi's blood boil and pool in his crotch. And he finds himself thinking that he might like Sasuke to top him today. It was his day off, and besides, he was in a particularly...lecherous mood. With this thought in mind, Itachi sucked harder, feverishly. Vacuuming his mouth and sucking, until Sasuke's tongue lolled out of his mouth. And then suddenly, quite rudely, he pulled out of Itachi's mouth. Right before creaming all over his brother's hair with a harsh, whistling gasp. Not even a word of warning; how typical of Sasuke. Itachi shook his head bemusedly, sweeping his sperm-tacky bangs away from his forehead, seemingly unperturbed. Itachi was not bothered at all, anything to please his darling otouto. Sasuke would make it up to him. Right after he came down from his orgasm. He would make sure of it. Meanwhile Sasuke was shamelessly slapping his dick agaist his face. Good grief, where had he learned such vulgar behavior? Itachi thought. Certainly not from him. He glanced up to see Sasuke leering at him, his wide black eyes beginning to gain that savage gleam. Itachi didn't know whether it turned him on or annoyed him more. At least stop smacking me in the face with your junk! He suddenly grasped Sasuke's cock in his hand, stroking him off deftly, getting him hard again. Sasuke only grinned wider, running his tongue over his lips in anticipation. Then he began to strip, all the while managing to thrust his cock into the ring Itachi had formed with his thumb and fingers. Eager to arouse himself to full erection; Sasuke began to think about how it would soon be Itachi's ass he would be plowing through, instead of just his hand. His soft dick began to twitch and pulse. It was working... "After this, Sasuke, fuck me," Itachi demanded in a low growl. His gaze hot and his face hard as he continued to beat his brother's meat. A deadly tone that assured a severe punishment if his otouto dared to disobey him. It sent hot shivers down Sasuke's spine. Despite his aniki's kind, considerate disposition, the many years he had spent as a shinobi had still somewhat eroded even his bountiful patience. He was not above sternness, or even brutality, when sufficiently provoked. Especially if he becomes irritated during sex. You don't ever piss off Itachi in the sack. Not unless you wanted your tender spots cut up from being felt up rather - carelessly - with a kunai. Or have him to bend you over his knee, and cane you with the weighty scabbard of his favourite katana... "You fucking spoiled brat," he had snarled menacingly, Sharingan spinning as he spanked him. "You think because I love you I'll let you walk all over me? You think I'm a pushover? Huh?" he had then brought the lacquered wood down, and it had collided with Sasuke's sore ass with an explosive crack. His otouto had screeched from the excruciating pain. "Answer me, Sasuke!" his rich baritone rising in volume... Crack! "No!" "No, what?" he hissed coldly. CRACK! "N-no, Niisan, I...I d-don't" Sasuke stammered through the haze of pain. CRACK! "You don't what, Sasuke?" "I don't think you're a pushover...Niisan" he groaned. His rear was on fire and hot tears threatened to spill from his eyes as his aniki humiliated him. "And what else?" Itachi queried in a frighteningly soft voice. "Huh? Wha..." agony did not allow much for coherent thought. CRACK! CRACK! Sasuke had had to grit his teeth to suppress the blood-curdling scream that threatened to rise out of his throat. The tears escaped, coursing down his reddened face. His fingernails had dug red crescents into his palms as his fists clenched. He couldn't take it any more. "Please,"he groaned. "Ah? What did you say?" CRACK! CRACK! "P-please...n-no more. Please." "You know how to make me stop, Sasuke. Just say the word..." Itachi purred. "Eh? What do you-" CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! "SHI-IT!" Sasuke yelped harshly. "Tsk. You lack manners," "I'm sorry!" Sasuke panted. "Sorry for what?" "Aaaah!" he sobbed weakly; all pride forgotten. "Hmm?" "N-niisan...I...I can't. C-can't," he had been weeping hopelessly at that point, desperately wishing he hadn't crossed his elder brother. "Can't remember, foolish lil' brother? I'll just have to remind you then..." "Nnaaaaaah!" Sasuke whimpered weakly, knowing what was coming. Itachi had raised his arm and proceeded to whale his little brother with hellacious vigor. And the room had been filled with the sounds of sharp rapid smacks and Sasuke's wailing sobs. And when he had squirmed in an attempt to avoid that accursed wooden sheath, Itachi had only gotten more annoyed. "Oh no you don't" he had barked. His aniki then established a bruising grip on Sasuke's scrotum, making him instantly freeze. "Your ass or your balls, Sasuke," he said coversationally, as if talking about the weather. Sonofabitch, Sasuke thought. What had possessed his brother? That was all he had time to think, before he was seeing stars and blinded by pain. And so, Itachi had mercilessly tormented him; he could not move his rump out of harm's way because his balls would be torn off. And sometimes during the torment Sasuke forgot this and instinctively bucked away, only to be rewarded by sickening pain shooting up from his crotch that made him want to retch. And he had screamed, like he was being slaughtered, until his throat had felt red and raw. And so, by the time Itachi had paused after five minutes of non-stop thrashing, Sasuke had been reduced to a wheezing, shivering mess. He just knew that if it had been dark his ass would have been flourescing, like a bright red beacon. He was drenched in sweat; it had dripped from his brow and slicked his hair. Itachi smoothed the damp hair away from Sasuke's rubid face and pressed his mouth to his ear. "Now aplologise for what you've done, Sasuke," Itachi murmured softly. Sasuke had struggled to catch his breath; afraid of what his aniki would do to him if he delayed too much. "I'm sorry for being a spoiled brat, I'm sorry I tried to walk all over you," his voice had been choked and shaky; he had barely been able to manage anything above a hoarse whisper. "I'm sorry I've got no manners, I'm sorry I'm just a foollish little brother..." He had tried to swallow, but his mouth had dried up. All his liquids seemed to have been diverted to fuel his endless tears. Sasuke winced as Itachi crudely began to grope his sore buttocks. His ass was a medley of furious colours. It was raspberry, it was blueberry, it was vanilla ice-cream, all of them melded together. It had made Itachi's mouth water. So in a fit of angry lust, he had sunk his teeth into his little brother's succulent derrière. Poor Sasuke could only cry out in surprise at the enexpected assault, fresh tears streaming down his face. "P-please, Niisan..please!" he begged "No more, no more...please. I'm sorry...so sorry. Just, please - " and a large, warm hand had covered his mouth, muffling his words. "Shhh..." Itachi whispered huskily, wrapping his arms gently around him. Then he had lifted Sasuke up and deposited him on his own bed. And after a moment, Itachi had joined him, flipping his otouto to lie on his side. "Close your eyes," he murmured, nuzzling Sasuke's neck. And Sasuke had had the sense to obey him. Then he had felt his aniki's magic fingers caress his skin. His lips trailing butterfly kisses down Sasuke's spine. Working his way down, slowly, unhurriedly, until his lips met the swell of his otouto's bruised buttocks. And he groped the globes again...but ever so gently. And this time, in spite of the pain, it had felt so lovely. So lovely. Sasuke had groaned in relief as his aniki comforted him. Tenderly kissing the red weals that marred his otouto's fair skin. Soothing the burning flesh with his cool fingers. Parting the cheeks with them to find his prize. Sasuke had begun to sigh when he felt that talented tongue slip up inside him. And despite himself, his cock had been half-erect at that point. But who wouldn't become aroused when Uchiha Itachi was their partner? And before long Sasuke had been writhing in his brother's gentle grip at the feel of that tongue flexing and curling in his rectum. "Shit," he whispered, his bloodshot eyes had glazed over. Itachi's hands stroking his hips and thighs. Rubbing at his belly, fondling his bottom, tweaking a nipple. All at the same time. Just hands, surrounding him, pleasing him. A plethora of long fingers and calloused palms. And that had made Sasuke frown; there were too many of them. Sure enough, his suspicions had been confirmed when he felt a secondmouth engulf his balls in its moist heat. Sasuke's eyes flew open to see a second Itachi fellating him hungrily with a roguish glint in his eye. And when the clone had winked up at him, Sasuke had known his ordeal was not even halfway over. "Bloody hell," Sasuke croaked. Surprise, surprise, a cliffhanger. You know what that means right? Part II...is a two- parter. Nyahaha. I know what you're thinking; and you are correct. Of course I've already written out the whole Part II; it's sitting around in my drive waiting to be uploaded. Why did I do this, you ask? Because I can. Because I want you to be itching for me to post the new chapter. Because I can be sadistic like that. Because sometimes I get bored of being nice all the time and want to do things I shouldn't just for the hell of it. Don't worry, I'll publish it tomorrow. Or the day after. Maybe...