Aniki Loves You

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Aniki Loves You

Sasuke sighed in relief when he heard a quiet footstep. At least this time he was allowed to know what was coming instead of being scared into a heart attack. In the way of their game, he pretended not to have heard, though every cell in his body was attuned to the intruder, his nerve endings tingled in anticipation and his member stirred already. What would happen this time? Would it be the rough, almost punishing experience he’d grown to look forward to?

“Otouto,” a deep voice rumbled, sending shivers down the younger boy’s spine, “Come to me and don’t keep me waiting.”

Sasuke shivered with need, growing even harder at the sound of his beloved’s voice. “Hai aniki,” he whispered and ran to the bedroom, his insides quivering in anticipation. When he reached his destination, he stopped in the doorway, like he’d been trained, and sank to his knees abasing himself before the cloaked man sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Look at me.”

The boy’s breath caught as he took in the sight of his lover, naked except for the trademark Akatsuki cloak. The black and red fabric framed his pale skin beautifully, making him look like a jewel in the moonlight. Sasuke almost moaned when his gaze fell on the other man’s erection, jutting up from his lap and so large and so hard, yet softer than silk. The boy’s own shaft quivered and he knew he wouldn’t last longer. The thought made him stifle a flinch, bad things happened when he didn’t last as long as the other man wanted.

Itachi’s sharp eyes caught the slight movement, and his eyes narrowed in thought. He’d been a bit too hard on the boy, taking out his frustration over his inability to capture the kyuubi’s vessel on his pet’s oh-so-eager body. Perhaps this time… “Otouto,” he rumbled, “come to me… stay on your knees” he added when the boy made as if to stand.

Sasuke whined softly and crawled to his brother, sitting back on his haunches when he reached him. He looked the other man over with adoration and love in his eyes as he drank him in, like a man dying of thirst. The other man’s member twitched under his gaze, and the boy couldn’t help but moan. He quickly looked up at Itachi’s face for permission, and when he nodded, the boy gently stroked the straining shaft, while he nuzzled the muscled thighs in front of his face. Like a cat, he rubbed his cheek against the other man’s skin, revealing in the feel and smell of him. He snaked his tongue out, and licked up the underside of his brother’s rock hard member using just the tip of his tongue. He jumped and looked up when he felt a hand fall to his head.

“I did not say I wished to be teased,” Itachi growled, as he slid a foot between Sasuke’s knees and rubbed his toes against the boy’s erection, “Suck it, otouto, and get it good and wet, or else you will regret it.”

The touch and his brother’s threat were almost enough to make Sasuke cum then and there. He quickly engulfed the hard member in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it and sucking it happily. It always seemed so right for it to be like this. His brother looking down on him, while the boy pleased him, it was all Sasuke ever wanted. He pulled off a bit to center his attention of the sensitive glans, licking around the rim and stabbing his tongue into the slit in the top. He shook at his lover’s moan. Yes, yes this is where he always wanted to be. He gasped in surprise as the hand on his head fisted in his hair, and pulled him away. The moan of protest died in his throat as he found himself staring into his brother’s burning eyes.

“Stand up and take your pants off,” Itachi commanded, watching his younger brother through narrowed eyes. The tiniest of smiles graced his lips as the boy complied, his frame shivering in anticipation, “Lay on the floor, facing away from me, face down.” As soon as Sasuke’s back was turned, Itachi allowed a feral grin to come to his lips. The boy was perfectly trained; he’d do anything his older brother told him, and cry with happiness to be allowed to do it. And who said the mangekyou sharingan was just for fighting? He slid off the bed, and to the floor, licking his lips at the sight of the boy’s tight rear waving in the air.

Sasuke choked back a whimper as he heard his brother slide to the floor. His whole body tingled as he waited to be touched, the air around him seeming to vibrate with his need. He almost jumped out of his skin when hands grabbed his hips and lifted them. He happily dropped his upper half to the floor, extending his legs to push his rear higher, and make it easier for his beloved to do whatever he wanted. A gasp tore its way out of his throat when his brother’s warm, wet tongue slowly lapped at his entrance. He forced himself not to squirm as Itachi’s tongue swirled over the ring of muscle, and then forced its way inside him, squirming and writhing fit to drive the boy insane, “Ah, aniki… aniki please!”

Itachi swallowed a groan. His younger brother wanted him so badly he could taste it. The question was, should he prepare the boy, or should her plunge right in? Part of him would love to simply surge into the boy’s entrance, ripping and damaging, without a care, Sasuke would weep with joy that his beloved brother had done it to him… but some small part of him wanted to the boy to enjoy himself outside of the sharingan’s spell. It wasn’t like his little brother would escape or lose interest in the time it took Itachi to prepare him. Slowly he twirled a finger over the boy’s wet entrance, smiling at the feeling of the muscles involuntarily tightening. With deliberate, agonizing slowness, he worked a finger into the boy’s tight cavity and slowly moved it in a circle stretching him open.

Sasuke gasped when one finger penetrated him, and cried out when the second joined it. Tears leaked down his cheeks, his aniki cared. Itachi didn’t ant to hurt him… He’d done something right tonight! The boy pressed himself back towards his beloved brother letting his moans of happiness pour from his lips. Happy as he was, he wasn’t prepared for the moment when the other man’s fingers pressed into his prostate. He screamed with pleasure, his whole body shaking as he clawed at the carpet, his orgasm tearing through him like a wild animal.

Itachi blinked in surprise at his brother’s scream. Already? He’d only barely brushed a finger over the almond shaped gland, and already Sasuke had found his pleasure. A slow, wicked smile spread across the young man’s face. The power he had over the boy was too heady for words, and it made his member weep. With a will of steel, he forced himself to ignore his body’s demands as he went back to preparing the boy’s entrance for its eventual invasion. He bit back a groan as the boy’s sensitized body danced under his ministrations.

Sasuke thought he’d died and gone to heaven. His beloved brother wasn’t punishing him for cumming, instead he was rewarding him! The other man’s long fingers probed his depth, occasionally stroking that golden spot inside him, as his tongue once more teased the boy’s entrance. He was hard again in seconds, and he writhed and squirmed beneath his brother, mewling desperately for fulfillment once more.

With a groan, Itachi pulled away, a smirk pulling his lips as his little brother half-sobbed in protest of being emptied. “Foolish otouto,” he rumbled as he positioned the boy’s rear, “I am not done with you yet.” He slammed into the boy’s quivering orifice in one brutal thrust, seating himself to the hilt. He grinned wickedly as Sasuke danced under him, and howled in mingled pleasure pain. Because of his previous orgasm, and despite the preparation, the boy was still so tight, and hotter than he’d ever been before. Rational thought left the young man as he pounded himself into his lover, reveling in the feel of Sasuke’s inner muscles grabbing his member desperately, like they never wanted to let him go. His hand bruised the boy’s hips as he surged into him as hard and fast as he could, his body slapping against the younger boy’s rear. The feeling of his younger brother writhing beneath him and pushing back to meet his thrusts drove him mad, and he reached around to grab the boy’s shaft. Sasuke’s hard member fairly jumped into Itachi’s hand, and the older boy began stroking it roughly, and squeezing it in time with his thrusts.

Sasuke’s world went white, then red, and then exploded in a shower of gold. His beloved aniki was touching him, pleasing him. The other man’s member thrust brutally against his prostate while his hand worked the boy’s shaft. Everything was right in the world, and he sobbed with pure joy as another orgasm detonated inside him, washing over him like a tsunami, and dragging him into the depth of unconsciousness.

Itachi roared his pleasure as he felt the boy cum, and his own release followed, his younger brother’s inner muscles milking him of his essence. He continued to thrust spastically, even after he’d been drained. His body shook with the aftermath of his release as he sank down on top of Sasuke. He lay there a minute, the boy sleeping quietly in his arms. The young man finally pulled out, ignoring the boy’s moan of mingled pain and protest, and scooped his younger brother up. He laid the boy on the bed, and pulled the sheet over him, pausing to stare at his peaceful face. Anytime he doubted what he was doing, the look of innocent, peaceful sleep on Sasuke’s face reminded him. No more Uchiha would be born this way, and Itachi’s sweet, innocent, loving otouto would never have to suffer the pain Itachi lived with. He turned away and gathered up his clothes, rolling them into a ball, and pulling his cloak around himself. Before he left, he leaned over the bed, and stroked the hair out of his brother’s face, “Aniki loves you, foolish otouto, never forget it, and never doubt it.” With that, he slipped out the window, smiling at his brother’s soft sigh of pleasure at the feel of the wind on his face.