Matriculate This >.

A/N: i feel like this is über short, but it was where it needed to stop, i'll make up for it in the next chapter i swear. there will be updates soon, i also swear. on to the fic!! ^.^

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Sasuke sulked in the corner for most of the rest of the party, where Itachi kept a sharp eye on him but thankfully left him pretty much alone. The sharp glare that Sasuke threw at anyone else who came near kept the rest of the guests at bay, and he didn't get hit on at all, for which he was also quite thankful. Still, when the night winded down, and daylight crept into the Tokyo skyline, and Itachi had shooed the last of the guests out of the apartment, he stopped in front of Sasuke an dragged him to his feet.

Sasuke didn't fight it, he was tired and he just wanted to go to bed now, just wanted to pass out. There had been a lot going on, and suddenly he wasn't as sure as he had been about his chances with Naruto, which he'd deemed was nothing a few days ago, when he'd somehow thought the blond was in a happy and stable relationship with Gaara. The more he thought about it though, the more he doubted in his own mind that Gaara was even capable of a stable anything.

It was weird to him, to think that the blond boy he wanted so much was upstairs, sleeping in his own damn bed. It sent a slight shiver down his spine. He wanted to go check on him, but Itachi sent Sasori in his place. Sasuke had considered that for a second before agreeing. Sasori was fine, he trusted Sasori, maybe more than any of his brother's friends who were still here.

He let Itachi drag him up the stairs, and down the hall. Well, drag isn't the best word for it, it was more of a shuffling push, holding him out in front. He didn't give pause when Itachi pushed him through his bedroom door, leading the boy to the bed in the middle of the room. He was suddenly nervous, more nervous than he'd ever been before. It didn't make any sense to him. It's just Itachi, he's fucked me in worse places than this. On a fucking airplane! Why NOW? He was looking away distractedly, and didn't see Itachi cock back his hand until the sharp stinging in his cheek registered. His mind went silent then, all he could do was blink up at his brother in surprise. Itachi was smirking quietly, but he'd caught a hint of a scowl for a second there.

"Focus, otouto. If I'd known having that adorable little blond in the house was going to distract you this bad I wouldn't have let you keep him. After all-" Itachi leaned down, so that his breath was ghosting over Sasuke's lips, warm and wet "-I can't have you bringing in every little stray that follows you home. You might catch something." His smile was all sharp points then and Sasuke just stared, swallowing around the lump in his throat. He was frozen to the spot, knowing any little shift would close the distance between him and his brother.

The decision was made for him though, as Itachi crashed his lips down hard onto Sasuke's mouth, pressing it open with the force of his tongue alone. Not that Sasuke put up much of a fight really, still a little distracted, mind going back to the boy in his bed right now. He shivered, thinking about how it felt to have those soft lips on his for that single heartbeat. He wasn't even sure if he could really call it a kiss, it was over before it started. But still, Naruto had said he'd wanted to see something, like that brief touch was an experiment. His stomach tightened at the thought of that, maybe there was something there.

He was brought back to the task at hand when Itachi's teeth sank into his tongue a little more viciously than was necessary. His brother did not look amused then, growling low in the back of his throat. Sasuke swallowed again, feeling the little icy tremors of fear dancing up his spine. Things were not good when Itachi was angry.

He braced himself, but he wasn't prepared for the sudden absence of his brother's familiar weight on top of him. He opened his tightly closed eyes just in time to be jerked harshly to his feet, pale fingers gripping his wrist so hard it hurt. He staggered after his brother, not having time to regain his footing before he was being swung into the bathroom. His back hit the edge of the counter hard enough for him to wince, he was sure he'd feel that in the morning. One look from Itachi though made him think it wouldn't be the worst of it.

He waited for the boy to slam against him, but it didn't happen. Itachi strolled past him instead, to the freshly installed whirlpool tub. He turned on the hot water tap, running it for a moment before stopping the drain, watching the water swirl around the bottom. Everything was silent and still for a moment, the only sound in the room was the echoing rush of the tub filling. Then Itachi stood smoothly, turning around to face him. His eyes were cold, but the familiar smirk was back on his face.

"I think you're smart enough to know what to do now, hm?" Sasuke trembled for a second, though he couldn't say why, before his hands went to the hem of his shirt, shaking slightly. Itachi was acting weirdly, even for him. He never took his eyes off his brother's face, expecting him to pounce as soon as he looked away. He pulled the tight black shirt over his head as quickly as he could, and he was about to fold it and set it on the counter beside him when Itachi grabbed it, throwing it out the still open door.

Sasuke flinched, but his hands went to the catch on his pants without hesitation. His limbs were working purely on automatic muscle memory, going through acts he'd memorized through thousands of repetitions by now. He could feel Itachi's unwavering gaze on him as he slid the tight pants down his legs, pulling the underwear off at the same time. Before he could get them off himself though his ass was suddenly on the cold marble of the counter, and his pants were flung to the side, following his shirt out the bathroom door. Itachi leaned in then, smiling slyly.

"Now do me" The words were purred into the shell of his ear, and he shivered. He felt the shift of his member hardening against the hard counter. For some reason the sensation was arousing to him, he shifted a little as he lifted slightly shaky hands to the buttons of Itachi's immaculate shirt, carefully undoing each one. When he got to the bottom he pushed, the silky material sliding down his brother's shoulders and off with a whisper. His hands fell to the buckle of Itachi's belt then, fumbling slightly as Itachi pushed himself in closer, his breath ghosting across the crook of Sasuke's neck.

Itachi got impatient then, the tub was almost full and he wanted them both in it now. He grabbed the waistband of his pants, yanking them down until they slid over his slender hips. Sasuke's fingers were still wrapped around the belt, and the sudden movement pitched him forwards, his arms going out for balance, catching around Itachi's neck. He smirked, wrapping his arms around the boy's waist, cupping a pale ass cheek in each hand. He lifted, relishing the moment before Sasuke's legs automatically wrapped around his waist, a trained response to the loss of footing. In two steps he sunk them both into the water, thumbing the faucet off as they sunk in. Itachi held their current position, sliding one hand up to clamp across his brother's shoulder while the other slid farther, slender fingers gently moving over the boy's entrance, prodding it every once and awhile.

He paused to breath, the warmth and steam surrounding him. This was comfortable, a good investment. It made him smile. Sasuke relaxed in his lap, eyes sliding closed as his head lolled to one side, resting on his shoulder. This was nice, but not exactly what he needed. Itachi shifted, burying one hand in inky black hair, pulling it lightly to direct his brother's head until he had access to the pale neck. He smirked slightly before biting down, not hard enough to break the skin but hard enough to bruise. He soothed the bite with a little lick as Sasuke tensed in his arms, letting out a small squawk.

He pulled back to blow lightly across the damp spot before pulling another little mouthful of flesh up, suckling this time, raising a brilliant red mark on the pale flesh, and pulling a deep moan from Sasuke's mouth. He smirked as he let the skin go, pulling the boy's head backwards a little so he could latch on to those moaning lips, parted and damp now. He devoured his brother's mouth hungrily, sucking the lagging tongue into his own mouth, biting it softly.

Sasuke shifted in his lap, and he felt himself rubbing on the boy. It sent a tingle up his spine. He ground himself into Sasuke's ass, pushing the finger that had been rubbing around it inside in a quick stab. The boy tensed and whimpered. Itachi moved the finger, thrusting it in and out while he bit at his brother's ear lightly. He pulled back a little, drawing his tongue up Sasuke's jaw bone as he thrust another finger in to join the first. There was a small cry from Sasuke this time, but he buried it in Itachi's shoulder, making him grin, wiggling his fingers inside until he felt the muscles around them relax a bit. He scissored the digits, working the hole wider before pulling them out.

As much as he enjoyed sitting in this position, he shifted the boy now, turning him around and throwing him over the edge of the tub, the lip digging into Sasuke's chest. Itachi entered him in one single violent thrust, crushing his lungs against the hard edge of the tub, drawing a garbled scream from his wet lips. It hurt, it hurt a lot, and he struggled to relax before itachi started moving, knowing it was going to happen whether he was ready or not and it would stop hurting a lot quicker if he was relaxed.

He took a deep breath, counting in his head, eyes pressed closed. He got to eight before he felt his brother's fingers curled tightly into his hips, shifting him. He couldn't help but tense a little, the Itachi was moving, slowly now but picking up speed, and the pain was still there, but there was pleasure bubbling up under the surface as Itachi grazed his prostate with every practiced stroke.

He closed his eyes and moaned loudly, bucking back against a particularly forceful thrust. One of Itachi's hands buried itself in his hair again, and he cried out when his head was wrenched backwards, Itachi smirking over his shoulder, breath skittering across the surface of his now sensitized skin like sparks, going straight to the pooling heat in his pelvis.

"Now now, Sasuke-kun. As much as I love hearing your gorgeous voice do remember we have a guest still. Wouldn't want him to hear us, now would you? He might feel left out after all." Sasuke's eyes sprung wide open. He'd forgotten about Naruto, passed out in his bed only two rooms away. He whimpered, clenching his teeth to bite back another cry.

Itachi chuckled, and kept pounding into his little brother, his breath coming in more erratic spurts now, despite the calmness of his previous words. He could feel the curling beginnings of his orgasm building below his stomach. He groaned himself then, careful not to be too loud. He wanted Sasuke to be the one to wake the blond, if anyone did. It would be intensely satisfying to see that kid walk in to find Sasuke like this. He could imagine the blush, the stammering, the hurt.

He snapped his hips violently, and buried his teeth in Sasuke's neck again, relishing the cry the boy could not hold back. He reached arund with the hand that had once been buried in the inky black hair in front of him and circled his brother's member. It only took a couple good pumps before the boy was tensing, screaming out, forgetting the things he's just been told in the moment.

"AH, ITACHI..." That was all it took for Itachi to ram in harder, letting himself release inside his brother. He collapsed backwards, pulling Sasuke back into his lap, stroking slow circles on the boy's back. Sasuke went limp, lying bonelessly on Itachi's lap. He snuggled down slightly, moving in to the warmth. Itachi smirked.

"Mmm, Otouto. I think it might be time I clarify some rules to you, ne? I don't want you doing that again, talk to me before you decide to run after some new brat." He paused, feeling Sasuke stiffen in his lap. He chuckled. "Don't think you can replace me with someone you don't even know, foolish brother. I will always be here."

Sasuke blushed slightly at that, trying to back peddle a little. It was hard to think about anything else when Itachi was all around him like that, smothering and soft and sickly sweet. Itachi gripped him though, hands that had once been moving slow circles on his skin dug in sharp little fingernails until he whimpered from the pressure. He stilled, leaning slightly away. Itachi chuckled.

"You won't ever learn, will you? That okay, I'll just have to keep teaching you."

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The next morning dawned late for Sasuke. He'd slept in his brother's bed upstairs, Itachi had not let him leave. He'd been so tired he hadn't really fought that much, just gave in when he hit the soft mattress, letting his eyes slip closed immediately. Now though the bed beside him was empty, the room dimmed by the closed curtains. He was alone, but everything around him still smelled like Itachi, he could almost taste his brother in the air around him. He shivered slightly.

His first thought was to take a shower, but he didn't want to look at Itachi's bathroom right now, not at the deep whirlpool tub still filled with now cold water. He stood instead, finding his shirt, but not his pants. He shrugged, ruffling through his brother's drawers until he found some dark lounge pants.

He padded quietly downstairs, towards the familiar voices of Kisame and Deidara, arguing in the kitchen over the smell of cooking breakfast. His head hurt a little bit, but food sounded nice right then. He rounded the corner and froze. Kisame and Dei were indeed chopping and whisking and cooking up a big mess, but his brother was sitting at the breakfast bar, talking quietly with Naruto.

Naruto who looked like he'd been hit by a fricking bus. His hair was everywhere, his eyes were sunken, he winced at the noise. Itachi handed the boy a cup of tea and stepped back, sensing Sasuke's arrival. The boy felt a little guilty. Gaara had done something to the blond. He could have stopped it. He'd interrupted sure, but by then the plan was halfway through, and the poor boy was already set to feel it in the morning. He stood in the doorway, wavering back and forth. He was thinking about ti so deeply that he didn't hear his brother approach until his hand was delicately balanced on his shoulder. He turned his face up, eyes suddenly wide as Itachi leaned down and kissed him, right on the mouth.

He froze. No no no, not in front of Naruto. I don't want him to know, this whole situation is just fucking sick. He tensed for the yell of surprise, but none came. He chanced a look over at the blond, and sighed in relief when he saw the boy's head was down, resting cushioned on his folded arms, tea forgotten beside him. Still, he sent a glare to his brother, who was lounging against the wall in front of him, smirking, dark eyes studying his face carefully. Sasuke couldn't help but falter, blushing slightly. He hated it when Itachi watched him that closely.

"Hoorah, it's done!" His thoughts were interrupted by a triumphant cry from Deidara, a little louder than it needed to be, evidenced by Naruto's wince at the noise. He moved towards them to hiss a keep it down a little but was interrupted by large hands pushing him into a seat beside Naruto, a plate of something somewhere between eggs and pie thrown down in front o each of them. He took an experimental bite and decided it was edible, turning to see Naruto staring at his plate like he can't quite figure out how to do it, still looking horrible.

Sasuke sighed. He tensed when Itachi came up between them from behind, laying a hand on each of their shoulders. He smiled warmly at the blonde, who managed a weak grin in return, looking up at Itachi, but avoiding the younger Uchiha's worried glances like some plague. Sasuke felt his stomach shit residence in his body, moving to accommodate the flux of emotion.

"It's okay Naruto, eat it, it will help make you feel better. Then I think you should go back to bed. I'll give you something for the headache and you can sleep it off." The blond smiled a thank you, looking down towards the tea again, taking a careful sip, then a larger one when it was deemed passable. Sasuke scowled into his own eggs, picking at them as if scrying for answers in the scattered bits of meat and vegetable spread through the firm mass of egg. Itachi squeezed his shoulder once before backing away.

X

Naruto slept for a long long time, it was dark before he woke up again. Sasuke waited patiently on the couch. It was Saturday night now, and his brother had left him alone all day, oddly enough. He was thankful for it, but couldn't help being suspicious. Why was Itachi being so nice? He had expected his brother to be openly torturous, it was how he acted around all of the other kids from Konoha. He couldn't really call them friends, he didn't have many of those really, but he didn't feel like he needed them. He was fine how he was, alone.

But he didn't doubt that as soon as the blond woke up Itachi would be back to his normal antics. His brother hadn't been hung over or anything, in fact the older boy was positively chipper as he puttered around the apartment, giving Sasuke a wide berth. He'd set up camp on the couch after he'd tucked Naruto back into his bed, and he'd watched nervously as Itachi had hovered around, talking on the phone and cleaning things up, collecting empty glass bottles into paper bags to put out with the recycling come sunday night.

Then Naruto had wondered back into the living room, bleary eyed but looking much more like himself, even if he was now decked out in Sasuke's pajamas. There was something undeniably erotic about seeing the boy in his own clothing, something about the way the clothes were a little bit too tight on his frame, riding up to show peaks of his pale stomach, like they were familiar now, like they were close. Sasuke's mouth went a little dry when the blond flopped down silently beside him on the couch, he could feel the boy's gaze on him, but neither broke the uncomfortable silence. Sasuke psyched himself up to speak, he wanted to ask the boy about last night, about Gaara and him, about that innocent little kiss. He opened his mouth, words forming on his lips.

Itachi chose that moment to walk back in, leaning in between them languidly, his torso hanging over the back of the couch to separate them. he grinned.

"Feeling better Naruto-kun?" His voice was low and clear, and Sasuke was frustrated all of a sudden, sure his brother had picked that exact moment to interject, calculating and cold as always. He scowled.

"Yeah, actually I am Itachi-senpai. The nap did a lot, and whatever you gave me killed the headache perfectly. Thanks." Naruto's voice was a little hoarse and broken, but he was smiling, and that made Sasuke's stomach do weird little things. He wanted to say something, but he wasn't sure what to say. he couldn't ask any of his questions, not now, not with Itachi leaning over them like that. He scowled again, closing his mouth.

"Oh Otouto, someone's still a little grumpy, ne? Why don't you come out with me, I have to do a few little errands around the city. It would do you some good to get out of the house and go somewhere." Sasuke's heart leapt a little, Itachi was leaving, that meant he would be all alone with Naruto here. Itachi's friends had taken off about mid afternoon, leaving the apartment pleasantly silent in their wake. He struggled to keep his face straight, looking his brother in the face.

"Maybe another time, Itachi? I'm a little bit tired still, I think I'm gonna make some dinner and watch a movie or something." He looked back to the television in front of him, not meeting Itachi's eyes, hoping to any gods that might exist that his brother wouldn't choose that moment to once again assert his dominance. He half expected to be wrenched up from his seat and pulled out the door, to see Itachi's scowling face above him, to be torn into a searingly deep kiss. Itachi did none of that though, but the innocent grin he gave made the younger Uchiha more uncomfortable than any of that stuff could have been. Itachi sighed.

"Well, if you don't want to come with me..." He trailed off, looking over at the smiling blond beside him, "How about you, Naruto-kun? I could show you around Tokyo, we could get something to eat." Sasuke's breath stalled in his throat at Naruto's smile.

"That would be great, 'Tachi-san." He turned to Sasuke, with a shy sort of look in his eyes that was unbearably cute, and Sasuke waited, fully expecting to be badgered into coming, and fully willing to give in. "Hey Sasuke, can I borrow something to wear? I only have those clothes Gaara leant me, and I don't really feel like crawling back into those." His heart sunk a little, but he nodded, not daring to look away from the television now, even though he couldn't process what was going on in the show now. He was scared, disappointed, so many emotions at once. He didn't want the boy alone with his brother, didn't trust Itachi with the only other things he had that he felt something for. He moved to stand, but a pale hand pushed him back down.

"You just stay here, Otouto. You're tired, you said so yourself. I'll get something for him, I know what you have in there." He met his brother's eyes and his blood went cold. Itachi was plotting something. But he knew better than to argue with Itachi now, because this was his new plan, and he might have gotten away with denying him once, but he wouldn't get away with him again. Somehow this hurt more than being dominated in front of his new love interest ever could. He felt like crying.

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Sasuke sulked around the house all night. Sasori and Deidara showed up around 10, looking for Itachi. Sasuke had barked out a harsh No one else is here, but that sadly didn't deter them. Instead, they took it as an invitation to come in, order pizza, and generally make themselves at home. Deidara managed to bust out a flat of malts that had somehow survived the party, and they cracked in, somehow coercing Sasuke into drinking with them, and eating their pizza. Sasori even made him sit in between them on the couch when the movie started.

Sasuke was pleasantly buzzed by that point and just wanted to forget about what his brother could be out doing with Naruto at the moment. He laid his head in Sasori's lap, which was always calming, on of the older boy's pale hands stroking through his hair until he felt his eyes lulling shut. He wondered idly if some of the worse rumors about his brother were true, some of the freshmen girls were convinced he was some kind of carnivorous vampire creature, that is those of them that didn't think he was a fucking sex god. He practically giggled, drunk as he was, when the image of Naruto having his head gnawed off by Itachi flitted across his mind.

I don't care. I don't have a chance with Naruto, I don't have a chance with anybody, Itachi always seems to see to that. So why am I nervous? Itachi won't actually kill the boy, we'll wake up tomorrow, we'll have brunch and go home. Naruto will ignore me, and I'll ignore him right back, and when we get back to school I can get back to my life. He tried to convince himself he was okay with that. It was a lot easier to do when there was a warm hand in his hair, when the blond boy was nowhere to be found.

Sasuke fell asleep like that, he must have, because one minute there was a movie on, some martial arts flick where one guys was taking on a whole army and kicking ass. Then he remembered closing his eyes for a second. When he woke up the credits were rolling, quietly. Deidara was leaning towards him slightly, eyes closed, breathing softly. He looked peaceful when he slept. That was good, because he sure as hell didn't look peaceful any other time. Sasori, it seemed, was asleep too, one hand tangled in his hair still. It was comforting. He yawned.

He jumped a little when he heard the door swing open. He was comfortable, so he didn't bother sitting up to see who it was. It was Itachi, he knew that. Maybe if he pretended to be asleep, Itachi would leave him alone, and Naruto would go to bed, and then he could sneak in and talk to the blond boy. He thought this was a good plan.

He listened to the footsteps, one familiar set, one a little offbeat. Itachi said something in a hissing whisper and set a shopping bag down on the floor. It was too quiet for Sasuke to hear what was said, but he did catch the fit of drunken giggles that followed. He frowned. Why was everyone trying to get Naruto drunk lately. Then his heart was in his throat as he remembered Gaara, trying to push the boy into something, trying to take advantage. He swallowed dryly, Itachi wouldn't do that, right? He listened, but all he could hear was the rustling of packing paper, and the sound of things being put away, a hushed conversation across the room faded in and out, always too low for him to understand what was said. He shifted nervously, wondering how to fake waking up at the noise.

Then the boys behind him were moving, towards the couch, but beyond in, into the other room. He could just see them, Itachi facing him and Naruto looking away. Itachi was adjusting something on the blond's neck, hands wrapped around him to the back to tie something. The older Uchiha was grinning widely. He said something Sasuke couldn't hear, and stepped back a little, the lump in Sasuke's throat loosening a little.

Then in a single second those tanned arms were wrapped around his brother's neck, the boy's face buried in Itachi's chest, murmuring something lowly. He stepped back a little, and Sasuke was frozen to the spot as he watched his brother lift on pale hand and cup the boy's cheek lightly, looking down into the eyes Sasuke could see in his head, deep blue and always sparkling always moving, like fresh water.

Itachi was the one who leaned in first, but Naruto clearly closed the distance, their lips touching for more than the second for which his own had. His chest ached, he felt hollow inside. Itachi was evil, he was mean, some sort of epic heartless beast, that was the only explanation. They came apart then, and Sasuke's heart stopped when his brother looked right at him, smirking widely. That was the last thing he remembered before he turned his head. He could feel tears in his eyes again, and he hated himself then more than he could ever hate his brother.

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A/N: Good? Bad? Ugly? Read, Review, and Let Me Know!! Itachi justifies his niceness with utter bastardry. If i were a university, i would give Itachi an honorary degree in bastardry, and offer him a professorship, because he's like some sort of zen master of bastardry >.<

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