Rebellious Age

Sasuke was angry, pissed at his parents for some stupid thing or another, and caught up in the excitement of adolescent rebellion. That was the only possible reason for him to do something as stupid as laying himself completely in his brother's hands like that. His brother might have been a genius but he wasn't the most sane or stable person in the world.

It had been two weeks since Itachi had been certified as a tattoo artist, but Sasuke's brother had been working as a piercer at the studio for about three years then, and for a highschool student like Sasuke that was just about the coolest thing he could be doing. Their parents hated it, but Itachi was old enough to not live in their house anymore, and support himself financially, so there wasn't much they could do about it.

Sasuke was nervous as he pushed through the doors to the studio, school bag held tensely in one hand, and he met his brother's raised eyebrow with a scowl. He'd been too nervous to let Itachi do anything for him thus far but right now all of that was overridden by the the desire to do something that would upset his parents as much as possible.

"Hello little brother, what brings you out here? Did you come for a visit or did you finally grow a pair?" Sasuke scowled, dropping his bag by the counter that Itachi lounged against.

"I wanna get something done, Aniki." Itachi smirked at him, his eyes half lidded in challenge. Sasuke scowled, knowing that despite his nervousness he couldn't back out anymore.

"What did you have in mind?" Sasuke shrugged, he hadn't really thought that out yet. He just knew he wanted to get something.

"I dunno, whatever you want." Itachi's smirk grew as he stood, calling one of the other artists to take the counter as he led Sasuke past the group idling in the first room, to the end of the hallway, and the room Itachi used as his "office". He crossed to the little desk on one side, sitting on the rolling chair there and taking out a little sketchbook and transfer paper.

"Take off your shirt and sit up here, Sasuke." The boy balked a little, unsure if a tattoo was what he wanted right then, maybe a little too permanent for what he wanted. Itachi noted his brothers trepidation then, and smirked, turning back around.

"I assume you want a piercing then? How about you tell me what you don't want..." Sasuke flinched a little at the teasing tone, not wanting to seem stupid or fickle to his brother.

"Nothing below the belt, and maybe nothing on the face?" Sasuke's voice was hesitant, but Itachi just smirked at him.

"No? How about a belly button ring, it would look really cute on you..." Sasuke glared at his brother for that, belly button rings being a bit to girly for his taste. Itachi's smirk just widened. "How about nipples then? That's a pretty easy piercing." Sasuke nodded, the thought much more appealing. He remembered the picture of his brother's ex-boyfriend that had hung in the boy's room for awhile, both nipples pierced. Sasuke had been jealous at the time, that ex being the first person Itachi had ever pierced, back before he was actually certified. It was definitely sexy, but still somewhat hidden from sight. Sasuke nodded.

Itachi turned away, the practiced speech about the procedure falling from his lips without thinking, but Sasuke was too nervous to pay attention now that the equipment was coming out of a complicated looking metal thing in the corner, glistening and sterile against the white of his brother's latex gloves. Itachi smirked at him again then, telling him in a mocking tone that they could stop after one if he couldn't take the pain. Sasuke scowled at him, will cemented to do both now. He couldn't back down from that sort of a challenge, especially from Itachi.

Still, Sasuke jumped a little when his brother's hand touched his chest, and the stinging cold of the alcohol wiped across the surface of one sensitive nipple, already hard from the cold and the anxiousness. His eyes met Itachi's then, and he relaxed a little, his brother shooting him an oddly supportive little smile. He felt a lot less nervous then. Itachi was still his brother, even if he was slightly crazy, and Sasuke trusted him. He smiled back, studying Itachi's face as his brother turned away, and trying not the show the tension in his muscles when the glistening forceps came up to grip the pebble of skin firmly. Their eyes met again then.

"Relax, Sasuke. I promise I won't hurt you anymore than I have to. It'll be over in a snap." Sasuke nodded nervously, and Itachi sighed, putting everything down and drawing Sasuke close, his hands kneading at the muscles of his brother's shoulders. Sasuke felt the tension slowly drip away, and felt himself almost melting into Itachi's arms. Itachi smirked into his neck.

"Ready? Just keep your eyes closed, I'll tell you when." Sasuke nodded, nervousness returning a little when the forceps closed around him again. He took a deep shaky breath though, and forced himself not to tighten again. Itachi's hands on his body, now encased in new gloves, were soothing, but Sasuke couldn't help but wish there wasn't anything between them. He bit his lip at the thought though, he couldn't let himself think those things now, not anymore.

"On the count of three, okay?" Sasuke nodded, making himself relax. He heard his brother fiddling with the packaging on a new needle, and he didn't dare open his eyes to see it, afraid he'd lose his nerve. He felt it steady against his skin.

"One" Itachi's voice was calm, even, Sasuke fought to stay relaxed. He bit his lip, not noticing the way that little action caused his brother's breath to catch a little in his throat. Itachi's voice was a little shakier the next time.

"Two" Sasuke's eyes flew open then, and if not for Itachi's other hand holding him still he was sure he would have curled up into a little ball in surprise as the needle pushed harshly through his nipple.

It hurt like a bitch, but suddenly it didn't really matter that it hurt, not with the adrenaline coursing through his blood stream. It was like a rush, better than drugs, and all of a sudden Sasuke felt like he could do anything. Itachi smirked at him, sliding the stainless captive ball ring through the hole with a flick of his wrist, savoring the little noise, almost a moan, that Sasuke let out at the little shot of pain.

He grabbed the gauze off the table, dabbing the little dots of blood that leaked around the side as he snapped the ball into place. He stepped back then, raising an eyebrow at his brother's flushed face, feeling a bit uncomfortable suddenly with the way Sasuke's mouth hung open a little bit, chest heaving with the new jewelry shining against the pale skin and dusty pink of the nipple.

"Think you can take the other one?" Sasuke nodded, a bit hesitant at the tremor in his brother's normally all too placid voice. It excited him a little, knowing that something about him now made his brother nervous, and in his current state the idea was very very tantalizing. He let his eyes go half lidded as Itachi reached for the alcohol again, and fished a new pair of forceps and a new needle from the table beyond.

He enjoyed the little, almost imperceptible tremor that went through Itachi's hands as he licked his lips slowly. Itachi's eyes locked on his for a second before they went down to Sasuke's other nipple, the alcohol cold against it again, the hand lingering a little too long to be coincidental against Sasuke's warm skin.

"I'll count to..." Sasuke interrupted his brother before he had a chance to reestablish his usual control.

"Just do it, aniki." He was aware that his own voice was huskier than usual, and that didn't bother him as much as it might have. He licked his lips again, watching this time as his brother set the needle next to his skin and pushed it through.

He still flinched a little, but the pain was expected, manageable, and he let out another little moan when Itachi slid the jewelry through, this time no witty response came, and he relished the way Itachi's hands shook a little bit. His own face curled into a smirk when Itachi dropped the little silver captive ball into his lap by accident. He just waited, one eyebrow raised as Itachi reached down to pick it up.

He bit his lip hard against the moan when Itachi's hand brushed up against his half hard cock, and he could see the shock on his brother's face, quickly hidden, though whether from the noise or the hardness itself Sasuke didn't know. He moaned again, quietly, when Itachi finally snapped the ball into place and stepped back. He handed Sasuke his shirt quickly, and the younger Uchiha pouted a little, not wanting it to end. It was Sasuke's turn to smirk then, as he dropped the shirt to the ground.

"Aniki, I think I want something else. Maybe a tattoo? I know you just got certified and haven't done many yet, but I think I want one from you." Sasuke could see the war in Itachi's mind. On one hand, it was weird to have his baby brother in here acting like this, and on the other hand he couldn't quite ignore how good it would feel to have his ink on his brother's smooth pale skin.

Itachi swore quietly, but pulled out the sketchbook and transfer paper again anyways. Sasuke crawled back up onto the table again, sitting back, his shirt forgotten on the floor. He knew he really wasn't supposed to touch his new piercings, but he couldn't help it. His body was still thrumming with adrenaline and they looked so pretty and sexy that he couldn't help himself from rolling a finger over them lightly, pulling gently on the ring and wincing a bit at the pain.

"Do you have some idea of what you want on you, Sasuke?" Itachi's face was buried in his sketchbook, and Sasuke pouted at that. He'd liked it a lot better when his brother's attention had been on him and him alone. He let out a quiet moan as he tugged a little harder at his rings, and Itachi turned to him with a scowl.

"Sasuke, stop it. You can't touch them until they heal or they might get infected!" Itachi was on him in a second, pulling Sasuke's hands away rather more violently than necessary and pinning those hands above Sasuke's head.

The younger Uchiha couldn't help but almost purr at their sudden closeness. Itachi scowled at him again, and let him go, but not before Sasuke felt the startling hardness in his brother's pants. That only made him grin wider as he rolled off of the table, following his brother to the desk and draping himself over Itachi's back. His eyes widened at the little sketches he could see there. Itachi was good, Sasuke would give him that. He let his had fall to trace a stylized version of the family crest.

"I like that one Aniki. Maybe..." His grin spread, "...maybe on my lower back, what do you think." Itachi blinked for a second, frozen with his baby brother leaning heavily on him, warm and soft, before he threw the boy off with a scowl.

"No, I'm not putting a fucking tramp stamp on my little brother." Sasuke was caught off balance, and toppled to the floor. His eye went wide as he looked up at Itachi above him, the bulge in his own pants now obvious from his position. Itachi's face grimaced as he knelt down, grabbing Sasuke's hair roughly.

"You're getting off on this? Fuck Sasuke, maybe you do need a tramp stamp. Slut." Something about the image of his little brother on his hands and knees, tattoo glistening with sweat didn't sit right with him. It wasn't in the right way though, there was something jealous inside his gut screaming that that should only be for him. He jumped away as quickly as he could, turning to leave.

Sasuke grabbed his ankle though, latching on. The younger Uchiha's system was balancing out now, and he felt cold, alone. He couldn't let Itachi leave him, not with that look on his face.

"No, Aniki wait. That's not it, I'm sorry. We can do whatever you want, just... please?" Itachi scowled down at his brother, but kept himself moving, forcing himself to toss the boy's hands from his leg with a swift kick and step out. Sasuke just lay there, on the verge of tears until one of the other employees came in to kick him out with a sneer.

X

It was a week later that Sasuke went back, glaring at the blond man behind the counter who smirked knowingly at him.

"Itachi can't come out to play, he's busy with a realcustomer. Why don't you come back later." Sasuke just glared some more, flopping hotly down into one of the seats to wait. He flipped through one of the magazines on the little table in front of him while he waited. Most of the pictures were a bit revolting to him, people with too much metal stuck through their faces, ink covering their skin.

He stopped on one page though, a pale back with an organic swirling circle of black, small, to one side, a set of three tomoe swirling in the middle. He smiled, pulling out his notebook and copying it as best he could.

By the time Itachi led the woman he'd been working on out into the lobby, Sasuke had reworked the picture several times, and it wasn't like the one in the book anymore, tighter and smaller, but with the same sort of dynamic motion in it. He didn't even notice Itachi was out until his brother came over, scowling at him.

"Why are you here, Sasuke?" The younger Uchiha smiled up at his brother as innocently as he could.

"I wanted you to look at my piercings, I'm not sure they've been healing well. And I want to talk about maybe getting something else done." Itachi bit his lip before turning, walking down the hall. Sasuke gathered all his things up quickly and bolted after his brother.

"I'll look at your piercings, Sasuke, but nothing else. Someone else can tattoo you, I'm almost done for the day." Sasuke dropped his things by the door with a pout, whipping his shirt over his head before Itachi had even gotten the door closed.

"But Aniki, I want you to do it. I don't like them, they're mean. Besides, having anyone else's hands on me just feel weird..." Itachi bit his lip at that statement, the whole tramp stamp slut Sasuke debacle still fresh in his mind. He wasn't sure if it was a good idea, but that same jealous thing inside of him jumped at the idea, suddenly reminded that the other guys who worked here weren't exactly what one might call moral. He didn't want their hands on his little brother any more than Sasuke did. He sighed.

"Fine, we can consult about it but unless it's small it'll have to wait." Sasuke smiled, tackling Itachi in a hug, moaning slightly when his still tender nipples scraped on his brother's shirt. Itachi untangled himself from his brother carefully, pushing Sasuke back to the table behind him. He tried hard to focus on inspecting the piercings like a professional, but he couldn't quite get the images out of his mind this time, naughty naughty images.

They looked fine, a little bit angry around the edges but healing nicely. He was almost sure then that this had been a ploy on his brother's part, but with Sasuke sitting there so still in front of him, fingers drumming nervously on the surface of the exam bench he was seated on. Itachi stepped back with a grunt.

"They're fine, healing great, and if they do get sore again I can give you a topical ointment to dull the pain down." He dropped heavily into his little chair, suddenly a bit uncomfortable with his train of thought and tired, very very tired. He leaned over the table against the wall, letting his head rest on his arm as he looked over at Sasuke.

"Now what else did you want, otouto? I'm really exhausted and I want to call it a day." Sasuke looked dazed for a second at their loss of contact before jumping up, still shirtless, and grabbing the notebook he'd been doodling in before, crossing to put it on the table in front of Itachi, leaning in close to set it down with an innocent smile.

"I still want a tattoo, though I don't know where to put it. I think I want this though, I was working on it out in the lobby. I think I got it perfect now." Sasuke was practically beaming, and Itachi had to admit it was a nice piece of work. He recognized the picture as being similar to something he'd seen before, but definitely different, and definitely Sasuke. It made him sort of proud that his brother had done something like this for his first tattoo, he was tired of putting vague flash designs onto frat boys and bikers, and he wanted Sasuke's first to be special.

The double entendre there made him almost blush, and Itachi's mouth went dry. He looked over at Sasuke's pale smooth back, his brother's head turned to look over his shoulder at him, almost seductively, and Itachi was struck by the sudden, sick urge to run his hands over that skin, perfect and unmarred. He would put ink there soon though, he would put a permanent, indelible mark there, one that Sasuke would carry for life, always thinking of Itachi when he saw it. His decision was made, somehow he knew he couldn't wait.

"Alright Sasuke, I guess I can do it now if you want it at that scale. It shouldn't take more than an hour if your really sure..." Sasuke started nodding ecstatically, and Itachi knew from the look on his baby brother's face that not only had Sasuke never been so sure of something in his life, but that he didn't think he could deny the boy anything he asked for if he got that brilliant smile in return. The thought made him shiver a little as he walked around Sasuke in a slow circle. He couldn't resist letting his fingers trail over the smooth skin there, thinking deeply. He relished the small shivers this caused in Sasuke's body. They came to a stop on the junction of Sasuke's neck and shoulder, on the left.

"I think it would fit best right here, you could still cover it if you want, although it might hurt. I can also put it on your arm or maybe your stomach, it would hurt less." Sasuke tensed under his hand, and Itachi smiled, knowing that Sasuke would have it there.

"I can take it, Aniki. If that's the best place, then do it." Itachi's smile only grew, and he turned away to hide it, expertly transferring the design to pattern paper, humming softly to himself. He heard Sasuke shifting impatiently on the bench behind him, which only made him want to go slower. Oddly enough, he felt a lot better now, no longer tired and almost depressed, his blood was singing in his veins at this opportunity to put ink on Sasuke.

His brother flinched a little when he wiped the shoulder in question with an alcohol swab, but recovered quickly, scowling. He didn't know why Itachi's hands on him made him react so readily, or so intensely. He shivered as the hands drew away, but resisted the urge to turn his head and follow his brother with his eyes. His hands tightened on the paper beneath him as he caught his neck straining to turn.

Then there was paper pressed against his skin, and Itachi was rubbing something over it before peeling it away. Sasuke turned to look, and his eyes widened at the black outlines there. It made his mouth dry, and his blood pump more quickly. He was doing this, actually doing this. That fact should have made him nervous, made him feel like running, but the anticipation and pleasure in his veins overruled all of that, leaving him hot and oh so ready.

He heard the crinkle of a sterile packet being opened and he let himself turn a little then, watching as Itachi slid the needle into the tattoo gun, and pull out a little sealed pod of black ink. Itachi set both of these things down onto the little wheeled cart and turned back to his brother. Sasuke took a deep breath as Itachi came, scooting the little wheeled stool up behind him and easing him back until he was laying down.

"Relax, Otouto. This won't hurt... much..."