Love for a Brother

He can’t be serious! Sweetheart?! That’s not in his vocabulary! Then a sudden change of thought, apparently it is. What the hell though? Where is the Itachi that I know, admire, …and lo-?

“Sasuke?”

The teen blinked back into reality, his inner rant momentarily forgotten when his name was called by the man he had just been fantasizing about only moments before he had unexpectedly arrived. The evidence already soaked through his boxers and the remainder gummed up his left pocket. He hadn’t ejaculated that much in a while, though with semester exams the week prior, he hadn’t done much for the exception of some last minute studying. Too bad he hadn’t followed in Itachi’s footsteps or this year would be his senior year instead of his junior. Things would have been easier since most were preparing to be shipped off to university, and he would have had time to do other things. Like tossing off to crass fantasies that involved his elder brother among other things.

“Uh, yeah?”

“I said, will you help me with our luggage?”

“Sure.”

As Sasuke padded down the stairs and drew near to his brother and Ino, he had to force down any emotions that threatened to well up inside his warring mind. He certainly didn’t want anything to show on his face or be heard in his voice, discomfort, anger, or otherwise. Itachi could read him like a book, which was disconcerting and troublesome at times when Sasuke would rather not talk about whatever was bothering him. Though, it hadn’t happened in the years since Itachi had stopped visiting, since he also never called, the time apart did not mean that he had lost that particular ability.

“Ino, my parents won’t be around for a while so feel free to look around while we unload the car.”

She smiled sweetly, “Ok, ‘Tachi.” The hell? And then sweetly pecked him on the cheek. The sight in itself was reviling, but the cutesy butchering, cutting off of one &%*#ing letter, to make Itachi’s name a sort of pet name was completely uncalled for.

In response Itachi smiled that smile before giving her a kiss on the cheek in return while she slipped out of her shoes.

At this point in time, beating one’s head against a wall sounded like a good idea to Sasuke. If they acted like this toward one another all the time… My God. Please, no. I won’t be able to take much more of this, thought Sasuke as he shifted from one foot to the other and watched Ino wander into the living room to admire the Christmas decor. Itachi turned away from the direction Ino was headed and back to face Sasuke, that smile was still stretched across his features leading Sasuke headlong into a world of doubt.

Itachi raised his eyebrows and his smile slowly faded after a moment of silence passed between them, “Are you going to stand there all day?”

“No,” Sasuke muttered glumly and turned away, looking down to locate his shoes and slip on a pair as Itachi opened the front door and stepped outside. Following shortly after and leaving the door open a crack just incase they both had their hands full, then did Sasuke really see Itachi’s new car. He had left for college in an old beat up Toyota corolla and returned with a shiny black 1974 corvette in what looked to be mint condition. Just the thought of insurance on such a car would be mind blowing considering Itachi’s age, but the actual price of such a car…nearly inconceivable for a used car even if it was a classic.

Sasuke hung back taking slow steps as he took a long sweeping once over of the car, imagining how Itachi looked in it. One word: Hot.

Itachi opened the driver’s door allowing Sasuke to glimpse the black leather interior before he planted his right knee into the driver’s seat and bent over and into the car to retrieve something on the passenger side. One moment was all it took to cover the length of Itachi’s body and finally take in the sight of him bent over, even if the car door obscured most of his legs. His pants bunched, gathered, and stretched taut over his body, and looked especially tight across the ass. To say Sasuke’s eyes were glued to that ass was a complete understatement.

“Sasuke,” a gruff voice beckoned him back to the realm of reality.

His eyebrows raised in question as his eyes looked up through the windshield and into those of his elder brother, whose expression matched his impatient tone as he held out a bag.

Realizing his mistake Sasuke rounded the door and took in the view from a closer vantage point before taking the proffered bag. Itachi turned back into the car without further reprove, pushing the passenger seat forward to get to more luggage in the small compartment behind the seats.

Standing still behind his brother, Sasuke took in the form of his fantasies noting that his brother bulked up some in the past few years. He observed the bulk of his arms and strength of his back through the pristine un-tucked white button down shirt, and lingered on his curvaceous backside through black slacks a little longer than necessary. Trying with all his might to ignore the crescent of skin where his shirt had ridden up, he willed his body not to respond to such an innocent display. It’s not like Itachi was in such a position to tease or seduce anyone, much less his younger brother.

Thrusting another small carrying bag behind himself, Itachi bent over further into the car. Sasuke mindlessly took the bag and continued to stand there ogling until Itachi jerked out a small suitcase and righted himself. His long ponytail flopped over his shoulder to fall and rest between his shoulder blades as he glanced over his opposite shoulder, then looked away.

“I know it’s been a while, Sasuke,” he said as he shut his car’s door, “but I haven’t changed that much. So quit gawking.”

“I wasn’t gawking,” Sasuke quickly retorted defensively as his brow furrowed.

Suddenly, Itachi wrapped his free left arm tight around Sasuke’s neck pulling their faces close. That smile graced his features and stole the breath right from his lungs, “Yes, you were.”

Itachi then pulled away, but left his arm around his younger brother’s shoulder as he laughed merrily and began walking to the front door pulling Sasuke along the first few steps before he found his footing.

He…he’s teasing me?!

“Oh by the way,” Itachi said as he removed his arm and they reached the front door, “you smell like hot ass. I don’t mind if you’ve got someone stowed away in your room, but you’ll want to say your goodbyes soon if you don’t want the parents to find out about them.”

Then, Itachi just continued to smile, pushed the door open, and walked inside before turning back, “Oh, and don’t forget to shower, and get rid of that.” His eyes pointed out the problem.

The freezing wind wrapping around Sasuke’s poorly clothed frame didn’t bother him much if at all, though his breathing became shallow as he stared ahead wondering what he had done in a previous life to deserve this. Embarrassment couldn’t begin to describe the level of his humiliation. Despite this, he watched as Itachi set the small suitcase down on the floor of the foyer and slip his shoes off, then followed his lead.

Yes, wouldn’t want Ino to see that. Might scar her for life.

Setting the bags down gently, Sasuke turned and closed the front door and locked the deadbolt before turning back around to slip his shoes off.

“Sasuke, go ahead and take all of the luggage upstairs to my room. I’m going to show Ino around.” With that he disappeared into the living area leaving Sasuke alone in the foyer with the two bags and the suitcase.

He’s barely been here five minutes and already commented on my hygiene, pointed out that I have a boner, and is ordering me around as if I were his pack mule, awesome. That’s the kind of shit made of win.

Sasuke repressed a grimace and a heartfelt sigh, the depression was seeping back in, but at least he did not have to spend Christmas alone up in his room. He had a reason to come down this go around, even if the blonde pasted herself to Itachi for the duration of their stay. Shivering at that thought, Sasuke grabbed the bags and suitcase then headed for the stair. Glancing into the living room all nonchalant, he spied the couple gazing into the lights of the Christmas tree and admiring all of its adornments. He hesitated longer than he should have, remembering that night while watching them until Itachi looked up. They merely blinked at one another until Sasuke turned and climbed the staircase.

Alone with his thoughts again, Sasuke began to doubt that Itachi had any feeling toward him what so ever. The little things, like the way he acted around Ino verses Sasuke was proof that things weren’t as he thought they were. Something so simple as a drunken kiss four years previous, shouldn’t have lingered as long as it had, and the reminder that it had taken place was a cold stab to Sasuke’s heart. Though he scowled, anger and disappointment settling in, the stab of jealousy also marred his heart causing it to grow that much colder.

Frowning as he reached Itachi’s bedroom door, Sasuke set down the suitcase and turned the knob cautiously, then released it to let the door swing open. The room was just as Itachi left it sans what he had taken with him before his first semester of college. A TV, a couple of models, normal furniture, and not much else had been left, but it still reeked of Itachi. That it was once his was obvious even if most of what he had was long gone, and the smell brought back early childhood memories that Sasuke had of sneaking into Itachi’s room to climb into bed with him after a nightmare, or when he was older Itachi would share a new game he had purchased and would play well into the night regardless of their mother‘s scolding. Then again, the smell could just be the fresh sheets and Pine-sol…

Taking hold of the suitcase’s handle, Sasuke toted it into the room and deposited it along with the two bags onto the queen size bed. He then turned and exited the room, and shut the door behind himself.

Hearing feminine laugher ring throughout the house, Sasuke decided to take that shower suggested by his helpful and loving brother. If anything, it would relax the tension beginning to form as the stress of the tumultuous morning began to set in.

Removing his clothing slowly after closing the door soundly, Sasuke peeled off the fabric that was plastered to his skin and threw the garments on the tile floor as he reached out with a free hand to open the shower door and turn the hot water on. While he waited he sat on the toilet lid, testing the water every now and then, and adjusting the water as necessary until he was content. He sighed as he stepped under the warm spray and let it beat down on his back where his muscles were bound tight with tension. Slowly he began to relax, dipping his head back into the spray to wet his hair and run his fingers through until it was soaked completely. He shampooed and conditioned, then washed his body leisurely. So much time had passed that his fingers had already started to become wrinkled when he decided that he was finally done. Turning the knobs off and opening the opaque shower door, Sasuke had every intention of getting a towel, but then again he didn’t expect Itachi to be sitting on the toilet lid.

“Itachi!” Sasuke shrieked, slamming the glass door shut with enough force to nearly break it and himself as he slid against the wet tiled wall and sat down on the shower floor hard, his leg was forcibly kicked out from under his weight kicking the shower door back open. The door swung on its hinges as Sasuke winced, leaned forward, and rubbed where he had fallen.

“What the hell?!”

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah! No thanks to you,” Sasuke huffed. “Shit! Get me a towel!”

Itachi turned to open the bath closet and pulled out a large fluffy towel only to throw it at Sasuke’s seated form, “Here.”

“I could have been hurt!” Sasuke roared, pouting on the inside.

“You’d pull through even if, besides you smell better.”

Sasuke flushed, whether it had been from the warmth of the shower or an entirely different reason, well that was for the viewer to decide. Quickly, Sasuke covered himself with the towel and stood up in the shower only to close the door. He dried off his hair and body hurriedly, then wrapped the towel around his waist and opened the door once again, “So?” On the inside he fumed, but couldn’t bring himself to yell hateful words that he didn’t mean.

“So?”

“What do you want?” Narrowed eyes surveyed the elder warily. All that could be implied was lost for the moment.

Itachi merely smiled ruefully, “I’m sorry. Ino and I were going to go for some take-out since it’s close to lunch time, and I wanted to know if you wanted anything while we were out.”

Sasuke’s anger deflated some.

There was something about that innocent look, that innocent excuse, something…

“Uh…sure?”

AN: Please, don’t feel sorry for Sasuke. . I’m still mad at him for killing Itachi.