Lurid Desires of One's Heart

Lurid Desires of One’s Heart - Chapter 2

“Sasuke…” My voice was noticeably deeper than it should have been. I cleared my throat, deciding to take another approach, “Otouto, I know you want more, but…” As soon as the word ‘but’ fell on his ears his facial features morphed from longing desire to disappointment.

I pulled him into an embrace, hugging him to me as close as humanly possible. I breathed deeply of his scent, and let one of my hands pass through his hair. Someone had been watching from the shadows. What part of our brotherly love they had witnessed, I did not know. This irked me that I had not been on guard even if Sasuke had caught me by surprise with his tender inexperienced affection and strange requests.

“Nii-san…” Sasuke murmured into the skin of my neck, and nuzzled the skin there, “Please, I want to feel those feelings again. They felt,” he paused and pulled back looking upward as if the word he were searching for was amongst the heavenly bodies of the night sky.

“It made me feel,” he began again, “like…” He placed his small hands on his chest, then looked up at me as if I was expected to know what he was talking about. I did, but I did not know the correct words for what he was feeling either, because I felt the same. Even though, words could not be formulated in my head to describe such a sensation that coursed both our bodies when we shared such heady physical interaction with the other.

I caressed his cheek that had been in his hair moments before he pulled away from my embrace, and leaned forward to kiss his forehead, the one and the same that I had prod with my finger all too often. I felt as if that kiss could make up for some of the angst I had caused to dwell within my younger brother, but it was done for this very reason: so he would not become attached. This very moment between us had undone every last cold shoulder, and prod of his forehead I had ever given Sasuke.

He would not look to me with awe and misplaced resentment anymore, for his eyes now shone with something deeper than those petty emotions when he gazed at me with eyes that mirrored mine in likeness.

“Let’s go home.”

He began to protest, but I shushed him with a finger to his lips, “Otouto, you’ll get what you want soon enough.” I couldn’t help the words that flowed over my tongue unbidden with little thought as to what that one statement would entail for Sasuke and myself, but it satisfied him and for the moment I was content that it had.

I stood and he followed suit, yet he hung back as I began to walk back toward the Uchiha district. I glanced over my shoulder, and when our eyes caught, he smiled.

“Nii-san! I want to ride home on your back!” He said running to catch up with me. I smiled and bent down for him to climb on top of me. His small wiry arms wrapped around my neck as his leg muscles clenched around my waist in a vice-like grip before I hooked my arms around them. I stood with his small body pressed against my larger frame; his head rest on my left shoulder as I began to make way to our home.

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Upon arriving home, the empty house felt cold and void of life. I vaguely wondered where our mother and father were, but actually thought nothing about it since the head of each family that bore the last name ‘Uchiha’ had to attend a weekly clan meeting. Their wives usually tagged along to meet up with each other and hear the latest news about whom was doing what and was improving or inevitably struggling. Their positive gossip was nothing more than that, and considered harmless.

On the way home the voyager that had been watching the interaction between Sasuke and I, had found more entertaining subject matter I assumed as I no longer felt his presence as we passed the threshold of our home.

I let Sasuke slide from my back gently. He was off like a shot as soon as the soles of his shoes hit the dense wood of the flooring of the foyer after removing them. Down the hall he padded with a heavy forceful gait, that reminded me of a ungraceful stomping elephant, to his room where he slid open the door with a bang. His rowdiness perturbed me, but shook the feeling from my thoughts without the addition of literal movement.

A tuft of midnight hair peeked around the frame of his doorway followed by his head. He saw I hadn’t moved from where I had been, this caused his brows to draw high and together to slightly wrinkle his forehead with worry that I would change my mind, “Aniki?”

I promised didn’t I?

My impassive features softened at that sight Sasuke made effectively banishing that troubled look in favor of naïve jubilation.

Removing my own shoes and placing them neatly beside that of Sasuke’s strewn ones I placed one foot in front of the other. I walked until I came to Sasuke’s open door that led to his sleeping quarters. Once reached, I pivoted to see within the darkness that the owner of the room was sitting on his bed fidgeting with wringing hands on his lap.

Are you so eager to lose your innocence, little brother?

Looming in the doorway for a moment longer to prolong Sasuke’s internal turmoil, then did I move, sliding the door to his room behind me closed. He, too, moved just as I did. Hopping from his bed to hastily grapple one of my hands in both of his to drag me over to his futon, he pulled me down to sit haphazardly beside him.

He was still for a moment thinking about what he or I should do. I didn’t know what he expected to do, I hadn’t the faintest clue what he wanted with the exception of his proclamation of ‘more’, but I lacked the knowledge of how much he had seen between Otousan and Okaasan and how far Sasuke was willing to take this.

After an extended pregnant silence that seemed to last forever as Sasuke stared up at me from his sitting position six inches away, he moved. He crawled over to me, then onto my lap, and lent up to touch his lips to mine in an unsure kiss. Quickly, I took over, placing my right hand at the base of his neck to draw him further into the kiss while the other fell to a bony hip to pull him flush against my front.

My tongue slipped past my lips to trace the seam of my younger brother’s which caused them to part, and allow me passage. I fondled his tongue with my own for a mere moment before pulling away. He was already panting again through his slightly parted lips. I could see he didn’t want to seem weak in that sense, and tried with all his might to control his breathing. This action made him all the more beautiful in my eyes as I cradled his body to lay him down upon his futon.

Questioning eyes sought mine, but were ignored as I traveled the length of his body to face the crotch of his baggy shorts. I looked up to him wondering if he knew what I was about to do or not.

Sasuke did not move, just lay quietly watching the scene unfolding before his eyes. I decided to continue, my comparatively large hands deftly undoing and removing the clothing from the lower portion of his small frame to reveal what lie beneath.

His girth was small, but that was to be expected because of his age. His size did fit his frame, though he wasn’t erect.

I allowed my hand to pass over the soft flesh of his limp penis. I was, dare I say, eager to show Sasuke the pleasures one could gain through stimulation, whether it be from a second party or by himself as my hand moved over him. This movement caused his breath to hitch, and I wondered if this was the first time he had ever gotten an erection, or had he played with himself previous to seeking my assistance.

Sasuke was only half hard from my subtle jerking movements, but I bent deciding it was enough to take him within my mouth. He gasped from the contact, and tensed as I stared up into his large coal eyes from under dark lashes.

Holding him between my thumb and index finger while moving my mouth over him, I realized this action I took reminded me somewhat of going down on a hotdog cut in half. However random and comical that thought was, I thought it was inappropriate for the situation, and quickly banished the thought to gear my efforts to what lay before me at my mercy.

His mouth hung wide open while short hastened gasps filtered in and out between his parted thin lips. Those large eyes were still trained on me as I continued my sucking ministrations with intermittent licks to the head of his arousal.

I noticed his hands fisted the fabric that adorned his futon rather tightly almost tearing the thin material. Amazed that he was feeling such intense pleasure to incite such a reaction, I also noticed he was withholding any noise that he felt was foreign, but before I could delve further into that thought he tensed. A strangled cry pierced the hush that fell before as Sasuke had held his breath in the instant I knew he had an orgasm.

Letting his stiff flesh fall from my mouth, Sasuke sagged against the plush futon that was his with half lidded eyes that stared up at me. His eyes seemed clouded and blank, but that may have been from the shock of the whole situation. So, I let that thought go, and again bent to cradle him within my arms to arrange him in a way that would be appropriate for sleep instead of the diagonal way he had been laying.

The fingertips of my index and middle finger of my right hand touched my otouto’s cheek briefly after pulling his plain colored covers over his half nude body.

He looked up sleepily at me, my first thought had been to let him just sleep alone, but I could see that he did not want me to leave him be just yet. With his simple wordless request, I sat beside him staring at him emotionlessly as I watched over his prone form that was slowly drifting to dreamland.

AN: Something that I’ve found prevalent in other ItaSasu stories is that Sasuke can ejaculate at such a young age. Usually a boy of Sasuke’s age cannot ejaculate yet, but can have dry orgasms. It may be possible that a eight year old can in fact ejaculate, but most boys usually are unable to do so until their pre-teen or teen years (start of puberty).

Also, if this writing seems confusing or curt/abrupt or awkward, it’s supposed to be that way because of the situation.