mischief's cracktastic shorts

A/N: silly b-day drabble for
ichatelle who wanted some Uchihacest

Warnings: incest, masturbation, and
some implied sex of the dubious consent variety :O

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He had done it. He had finally - after much more mental scarring than he'd ever
admit to while in Sound - ditched that freak of a snake man and had found out
the whereabouts of his evil older brother. Years of hardwork (and torture) were
about to payoff.

Sasuke silently slipped in through a window, unsheathed his trusty sword, and
crept quietly through the living unit. The shower was running, and the corner
of his lip curled at the advantage that presented (every little bit counted, of
course.) He reached for the door knob, vehemently ignoring the slight tremble
in the appendage, when something caught his attention. A sound - his name to be
exact - in Itachi's voice coming from the other side of the door.

Damn it! So much for the element of surprise, he complained as he twisted the
knob and quickly shouldered the door open. He froze midstep, though, katana
overhead and ready to strike as the shock of his brother - Itachi! Prodigal
child of the Uchiha clan and mass murderer extraordinaire - with one hand
against the shower wall for support, the other wrapped firmly around his cock
moaning his name!

What the fuck?!

"I'll just.. uh, come back another time. Or something." If he'd been
thinking clearly, he would've realized what a mistake it was to turn his back
on his brother even if the elder Uchiha appeared to be indisposed at the
moment. The second he turned, Itachi was behind him, shoving Sasuke face-first
against the now shut bathroom door and pressing his wet, hard body against his
back. A hand jerked his wrist, and kusanagi fell to the tiled floor with a loud
clang.

"Where are you going, little brother? Aren't you here to kill me?"

Sasuke's eyes widened as Itachi easily rid him of his pants.

He cursed Orochimaru's inadequate training (and choice in clothing) all the way
back to Sound.