Kissing Itachi

This is a giftfic for cocodrillo over at Y!gallery.As a thank you for this really smexy pic she made for me and Cai. ;) you should check out her works if you havent here *points* -->http://yaoi.y-gallery.net/user/cocodrillo/

betaed by the lovely annieme


*Kissing Itachi*

It had started out innocently enough, like most things often do..


He could still recall that specific moment of curiosity, and shock so vividly in his mind ;- it felt like he could float through the memory as easily as he lived through the now.. even if it had happened over ten years ago.


He had been six, almost seven, when it had happened.


And when he closed his eyes to concentrate he could almost taste the soft smell of flowers flittering in the clear sky. Feel how a soft heat warmed his pale features even as the hot sun was hidden behind a puffy white cloud.


It had been one of those rare summer days where everything was just.. perfect. His brother;- and idol, had let him tag along down to the pier. He had sat on the very end of the wooden platform leading out to the clear ocean with his little feet dangling off the edge, enjoying the soft breeze floating through his toes while he watched with pride and awe how the older kids played in the water.


He had sat there, quiet and content.. not a trouble in the world.


...............Until Kisame decided to come sit with him.


Kisame.. 15 years old, 4 years older than Itachi, and already on a fast track to become a notorious juvenile delinquent. Sasuke couldn’t even begin to phantom where in his Uchiha genes Itachi found the need to be associated with the blue haired punk.


But he could still recall the feeling Kisame always tended to provoke in his young mind, thinking about it now, so many years later. Sasuke had to admit he could perhaps see what Itachi saw in the little criminal.


Kisame could always make Sasuke feel like.. an adult, or maybe not that, but more like he could be anyone he wanted to be around Kisame, he didn’t have to pretend anymore.. didn’t have to be.. Uchiha. Didn’t even have to be Sasuke..but more than anything.. Kisame made him feel like it didn’t matter.. nothing mattered. Like Kisame so often said, no matter what the problem was.. “So fucking what?” always with that up to no good smirk on his lips..


Maybe that’s why he managed to get the stoic ravens thoughts racing so easily? Because with Kisame... he dared to look into himself. Didn’t need to hold up that cold front.


He could still recall how the lazy coil of white smoke tasted in his mouth when the older boy blew a puff into his face, chuckling when the young raven coughed and made a face. Kisame was dripping wet, the cold water making his usually spiky blue hair plaster itself flat on top of his head in a very unfamiliar way. The blue of his hair almost matching the color of the ink used to fill in the giant shark tattooed on his back. ‘Who in their right mind tattooes a giant shark on their backs anyways?’ Sasuke shook his head, grasping for the memory..


The way he saw it. He still owed Kisame for that time... he just couldn’t decide if he owed him in a good way, or a bad way. Because, how different would his life be? If Kisame hadn’t put that idea into his young mind? Would he have turned out to be a normal teenager then? Someone who obsessed over pretty girls with too much make up, or maybe the developing muscles of his team mates? That at least.. could be considered somewhat acceptable, normal by society.. and thus, acceptable to himself. But one way or another, Sasuke was sure that it all boiled down to that one single time in life: when the blue haired rebel had asked the little raven if he had gotten a girlfriend yet.


Sasuke had answered by making a face, horror running over his features. “Yuck! A girl? No way!”


Kisame’s carefree laughter came so abruptly it had almost scared him. “If you feel that bad about girlfriends.. maybe I should ask if you have a boyfriend then?”


“What?! No!!”


“So.. no girlfriend,and no boyfriend?”


Sasuke huffed and crossed his arms over his chest, a frown creeping over his little face.
“Why would I want either? I don’t like boys and I certainly don’t like girls... yuck!”


Kisame laughed again, flipping the stub of his cigarette into the clear blue water. “Hm.. okay, who? Do you like then?” Playful blue eyes turned down to the little raven. Sasuke finding the answer obvious, but at the same time thinking that it might be for the best to not tell the other boy about it. ‘Itachi..’ yes.. Sasuke liked Itachi. Itachi was his everything, but that was normal right? For a six year old, almost seven.. to idolize his older sibling, his older sibling that was an acknowledged prodigy, who could make just about anything look easy?


“Awwe.. come on. You can tell me. I won’t tell. Promise!” Kisame pretended to zip his mouth shut and threw an invisible key over his pale shoulder, imitating that his hands were empty afterwards.
Sasuke eyed him for a moment, a little smile tugging at his lips before he nodded. “Itachi.. I like Itachi.” The booming laugh coming from Kisame startled him, and he sent Kisame, who was shaking with laughter, a disapproving look. “What? What’s so funny?”


“I guess maybe you’re too young for this still, little tyke. No, no, no.. I didn’t mean like that. I mean.. do you want to kiss Itachi? On the mouth? That’s what I meant..if there is someone you’d like to kiss. Someone that makes your tummy do little flip flops when you think about them..”


Sasuke sat still for a moment thinking about that.. kissing. Such a weird thing to do.. pressing your mouths together.. kissing. He made a face. what if the other had just eaten crabcake or something yucky like that? What if they hadn’t brushed their teeth. What if he got their saliva in his mouth? “Eeeew..”


Kisame started laughing again, ruffling Sasuke’s inky locks. “No, no.. don’t just dismiss it like that”


Now, if it had been anyone but Kisame, Sasuke would have easily ignored the idiot, but.. it wasn’t someone else.. so when Kisame asked Sasuke to close his eyes and just “Imagine”; he had done just that, closed his eyes and let the soothing voice of his older friend send him into a world where anything was possible..


“Now.. bring your hand up to your mouth, the back of your hand.. yeah, just like that.. now, just relax.. and imagine that it’s Itachi..”


“Itachi?”


Kisame laughed, and Sasuke was sure he could hear raw joy in that laugh. “Just go with it, kay?”


Sasuke sighed and nodded, relaxing his body, envisioning Itachi’s face.
“Now.. press your lips gently to your hand and kiss it.. slowly, and imagine that it’s Itachi’s mouth you’re kissing.”


Little blissful butterflies had made their presence known in that moment, and even as he pulled his hand away from his mouth too fast, making Kisame break down in a fit of laughter again, he could feel them fluttering through his veins a smile creeping over his face.


Kisame had teased him to no end for that smile....


And for once.. Sasuke had ignored him, had no chance of mustering enough brain power to form a decent glare, all his attention was on one person. One single person playing in the clear water.. and one thought kept running through his little mind.
‘Kissing...’

Kissing Itachi? No.. he didn’t think he’d mind so much to kiss Itachi. Itachi never ate anything Sasuke didn’t like. But then again.. maybe that was because Sasuke liked everything Itachi liked.. Itachi always brushed his teeth in the mornings.. and..


Sasuke swallowed, the butterflies flapping their wings harder in his stomach..No.. he didn’t think he’d mind kissing Itachi at all. Kissing.. such a simple act. So innocent and pure. Curiosity had raised it’s head, and Sasuke had sat wondering for a whole day about the concept - Kissing..


‘..........Kissing Itachi.’


That single moment in Sasuke young life had changed him. When he had gone to bed that night, he had tried to imagine that his hand was Itachi again, just like Kisame had asked him too. Only now, he concentrated harder on how his lips would feel like when they moved silently with his brothers, how sweet Itachi’s breath would feel when it fanned against his face. How- perhaps, his brother would grab his chin, or hair- as he pressed himself closer. Just like Sasuke had seen in various movies... and he realized that he would very, very much want that, for Itachi to kiss him.


He knew it was wrong, already then. So young he still realized that it wasn’t considered normal to think like that about other boys, for a boy.. especially not when the specific boy that made your tummy do little flips was your own big brother.


He had decided that it wasn’t anything he would ponder on more. The more he dwelled on it, the more confused he seemed to get. And he didn’t like that feeling, so he just dismissed it, and decided to just keep his little fantasy to himself. Bringing it out when his room was laid in darkness and no one could see him kissing his own hand. Imagining that it was his older brother he was pressing his soft lips to.


****************************'.


That day was almost ten years ago.


And it was a nervous Sasuke that sat silently on a loveseat in the Uchihas common room, trying to look relaxed, staring blankly at the book open on his lap. Itachi was coming home any minute now, and it would be six months on the day since the last time he saw him. Six fucking months..it felt like he had lost a little piece inside his chest along with his brother’s departure to school. Sasuke sighed. He should have gotten used to it by now. But even after almost 3 years, he still hated the fact that Itachi went to school in Suna, when they had plenty good schools in Konoha..


But then again, he could understand Itachi’s urge to get away from his family’s curious eyes, even just for a little while. Before he came home to choose the same path his father had chosen so many years ago, just like expected of him. And when Sasuke got older, that was the path he was steered towards too..


This time however.. this time, Itachi would stay home for 2 months. The whole summer. Working behind a desk at the police station, just to get some light experience on his shoulders before he was hired as a rookie when he graduated. “Get to know the guys” as his uncle Obito would say. But of course, having his father as the police chief, and top grades at school..


....Itachi wouldn’t stay rookie for long. Regardless, he was doomed to a summer of pushing paper weights.


Sasuke was ecstatic.


But of course he refused to show that he was. There was no way in hell he was going to show anyone how he really felt about his brother.


It was frustrating really, the way he and his brother always fought, little bickerings all the time. Sasuke knew it was his own fault. He was so scared of how he longed to be with his brother, how he wanted to be closer, intimate..... to have sex with his brother. So he did everything he could to push him away, always making snide little remarks about Itachi. Scowling, yelling and altogether acting like a spoiled little brat around him.


They never talked on the phone.


Itachi would never understand, could never understand. It was way too embarrassing and so, so taboo to even think like Sasuke did about his older brother. But at least, Sasuke was pretty sure that Itachi knew that he didn’t mean any of the things he said to him. But still, he had to say them, had to keep Itachi at a distance.

Because;- when Sasuke closed his eyes at night. He still only saw one face, his brother’s face. And every single night, in the dark cloak of his room, that gorgeous face would smile seductively at him and whisper his name wantonly, begging for him to touch him, and Sasuke never denied his fantasy anything. And the things Itachi would do to him in his dreams...`Oh god..`


Sasuke was ripped out from his fantasies by a big black bag that landed hard in his lap, knocking the book from his hands onto the floor. “Take this to my room brat.”


“The fuck Itachi?!”


Itachi’s only response was raising a delicate eyebrow, smirking.. succeeding in sending Sasuke’s libido into overdrive ‘damn! Was he really this sexy last time I saw him?’


Sasuke didn’t even bother with a reply, afraid to sound breathless, and huffed past his brother. The bag slung over his shoulder. Discreetly bumping into Itachi’s side on his way past him, savouring the sweet smell infusing his sinuses.


“Sasuke! Don’t be like that.. come back here this instant and apologize!” He could hear his mother’s voice as he leapt up the stairs, two steps at a time. There was no way he was going back down there now. Not when he had a little problem stirring in the pit of his stomach.


“Don’t worry about it mother, it was my fault.. besides, I did ask him to take my bag to my room..”


Sasuke didn’t hear the reply as he slammed his door shut and hit the play button on his stereo, cranking the volume up to the loudest. Letting Slipknot’s ‘Psychosocial’ help him fuel his frustration. “Fuck, fuck, fuck..”


He slammed his fist into his bed, feeling silly as he pounded his pillow. “Stupid sexy big brother.” He hated that he reacted that way to Itachi, but he just couldn’t help it. Even worse.. he knew that the situation wouldn’t have been so bad if he had even the semblance of hope to ever get that kind of attention from the gorgeous man. He was setting himself up for a heartbreak. And he couldn’t help but feel like he felt. He had felt like this for 10 years. ‘How the hell did you stop feeling something you have felt for 10 fucking years?’


Sasuke sure as hell had no idea.


Just then he remembered his assignment. The stupid bag, the stupid bag that was sure to be filled with neatly piled clothes, clothes that was doomed to smell heavenly.


He lay there, reasoning with himself for a minute or so. Trying desperately to control his libido, but lost with a shuddering sigh. He knew that the smartest thing to do, would be to just leave the bag alone, and drop it off in Itachi’s room right away. But.. just the thought of letting one of Itachi’s shirts, infused with his smell lay over his nose while he jerked himself off, oh god! He just couldn’t let that opportunity go. Not when he had the stupid bag in his room anyhow.


He grumbled.. heaving himself up and locking his door. Changing the song to Placebo’s ‘Where is my mind’, because it fit his mood, in addition to sending a flickering amused expression over his face, before he crouched down and pulled the zipper carefully open.


He fell on his ass... open mouthed.


There, on the very top off the neatly stocked pile of clothing- lay a huge black dildo.


Itachi’s dildo..... ‘holy shit!’


Sasuke swallowed. Once, twice.. blinking his eyes, staring wide eyed at the rubber toy. His blood racing south so fast he was sure he would pass out from oxygen depravation, ‘Breathe Sasuke, breathe’.


He licked his lips and reached for the toy with a shaky hand. How could he not? Surely..no one could expect him to keep away from such a treat? He would clean it after. Of course. No one would find out.. no, Itachi was busy sharing his college braggings with his mother and father, his door was locked. And it would probably just take him five minutes, tops.. to come from this black heaven.


Oh god! Had Itachi used it? Had Itachi cleaned it? ‘I hope not..’ Sasuke groaned as he gingerly picked it up, rubbing his thumb over the surface, feeling its weight in his palm. This thing had probably been up Itachi’s ass. Sasuke shook his head, laughing.. realizing that a normal teenager would be revolted by that very idea. But oh shit! That was so fucking hot!


He groaned yet again as he found the little wheel.. ‘A vibrator? Fuck.. two minutes. Tops!’


He couldn’t seem to tear his eyes away from the toy as he scrambled for his bed, reaching down behind his pillow, between his headboard and mattress, looking for his lube. He wanted to lick it.. suck it. So he did. Disappointed when the only taste he registered was rubber. But it still made his blood race faster, his heart doing flips in his chest.


He shed his clothes in no time and plopped back into his bed, he was shaking in anticipation. Sure, he had had fingers up his ass before. But never anything like this..never a dildo, never a vibrator. And sure as hell never his brother’s vibrator. He moaned to himself, spreading his legs, he could feel his balls tighten already, so he forced himself to take several deep breaths of air. Calming himself down before he circled his hole with a finger.. carefully nudging it inside... wiggling it gently.
He was hasty in his preparation, going fast from one, to two, to three fingers.. it stung a little, burned in an unnatural way. But fuck! it felt so good. Little drops of sweat was trickling down his brow,he was panting, his whole body singing when he nudged the thick head of the toy against his pucker. The toy was cold from the clear fluid he had poured over it, and his breath hitched as he forced it inside, inch by agonizing inch. But oh god! oh god! It felt so good..


Too fucking good.


He closed his eyes and envisioned Itachi’s body, face, how his black hair would hang around him like a delicate silk curtain when he hovered over him, his dick buried in his ass. The sensation of being stretched from Itachi’s dick not that different from this feeling now.


He nudged the little wheel, and keened when a soft vibration ran through his body. Slicing his nerves with bliss.


Sasuke was panting hard.. so close, oh god.. so close.


He moaned and tightened the grip around his dick. Clamping his muscles tighter around the vibrating black heaven inside his ass, using his free hand to pump it faster in and out. Whispered moans of “Aaah.. yeah, just like that..Itachi..”- slipping out from soft lips, a light red color dusting his pale cheeks, racing down his neck. It was so fucking exciting. Something so exquisite about the idea of using his brother’s dildo to fuck his own ass, that was so fucking arousing, to imagine that it was his brother that was thrusting it in and out from his virgin hole.


“Oh god Itachi!”, a shudder travelled down Sasuke’s spine, and he stilled for a moment, savouring the feeling. Holding it off.. just a little more. Oh yeah.. Itachi would definitely tease him like that. Refuse him to cum. Whisper dirty little things into his ear while he forced Sasuke’s legs further apart, holding him by the ankles, doubling him over. Forcing his ass high up into the air, before he thrust harder in. Reaching so perfectly. “Oh yeah.. just like that Itachi.”


Sasuke couldn’t restrain the muffled scream that escaped his throat when the toy nudged his prostate just as he flipped the wheel to full speed. “AaaAAh gods! Itachi.. please..” He nibbled on his bottom lip, pretending that it was Itachi’s lip. Holding it back, trying to control his breathing. But it was a lost battle.. and he was cumming seconds later as wave after wave crushed him and he ripped the toy out. His hole fluttering from the loss, but he was so sensitive.. too damned sensitive.


That was the strongest orgasm he had ever had.. by far, and he had trouble regaining his breath, to calm his beating heart.


His heart stopped dead when he sluggishly lolled his head to the side and came eye to eye with a shocked set of black eyes.


For the first time in his entire life Itachi seemed utterly speechless, and for that Sasuke was thankful, he did not want to hear Itachi speak now.. that would only make this situation that much more real, so much worse. And Sasuke was already dying from mortification. How the hell could he have forgotten that Itachi had a bad habit of picking his lock whenever he felt like it? How long had Itachi stood there like that? Had he heard Sasuke.. oh hell. Had he heard Sasuke utter his name?


Sasuke swallowed. Of course he had. If he hadn’t, he wouldn’t have that look over him. He would have been teasing him already. No doubt.. even if it was Itachi’s dildo lying wet with lube in his left hand. Or did that even it out?


Sasuke swallowed his tongue. ‘Don’t just stand there like a fucking moron. Say something, DO something.. please.. Dear gods if any of you have any mercy, just let me die.’


Itachi was standing in the doorway like a stone statue, but there was a very distinct aura of shock radiating from him.. just the way he seemed to be glued in place, almost like he was afraid to fall apart if he moved.


After what seemed like an eternity, Itachi blinked several times, swallowing. “I.. was just looking for my bag.”


Itachi stumbled back out into the hallway, shutting Sasuke’s door carefully behind him, clutching his open bag in his right hand as he backed right into the wall with a soft thud. Swiping his left hand sloppily through his hair. Eyebrows knitting. Something in the back of his head trying to tell him that it was perhaps, necessary to breathe again..soon.


And with that first gasp of air, came the blood rushing through his system, first rocketing through his head, then toes.. fingers.. before it all decided to head for his dick. ‘S-shit...’


That image. Oh god.. how his little brother had looked right now. His angelic face slack from pleasure. Every muscle tensing before a violent shudder rode through that lithe body. Itachi had been utterly powerless where he stood rooted to the floor, watching silently as he felt his blood trembling through his veins. A little voice screaming for him to turn away, to walk out.


But just then, just when Itachi had been about to rip himself free and turn away. Sasuke had screamed so beautifully, back arching as streams of cum shot from his swollen cock, a silent whisper off his name had slipped from slightly parted lips, almost like an afterthought, riding on a breath he sucked back in, only to moan it right back out again... .


Itachi was sure of it. There was no mistaking it...


....Sasuke had most definitely fucked himself with that huge black vibrator, his huge black vibrator. Spreading his little fuck hole so beautiful wide, while he fantasized about Itachi, his own brother.


‘Me..’


And damned if Itachi wasn’t turned on by it. He had had to force himself to leave right away, afraid that he would have jumped Sasuke right then and there if he had lingered any longer.


And the weird thing was...... up until that moment. That precious moment. When he had heard his name breathed like that, with so much need coloring it. If it hadn’t been for that single moment;- He would have never seen Sasuke like that. He would have never seen just how fucking stunning his little brother was.


Sure, he knew that Sasuke was some kind of hearthrob at school. He knew that he was an attractive young man. He had just never seen it. He had never really noticed how his little brother had grown from an annoying brat to a more calm, handsome, teenager.


How he had stretched, and how he seemed to have filled in in all the right places. How long, elongate muscles flexed under milky white skin when they trembled with pleasure, looking so, so soft to touch. All hints of baby fat long gone from that attentive face. Hell, Sasuke was most probably almost as tall as him now..


Had he really not noticed Sasuke before?


Yes, a long time ago.. but...


When had he stopped seeing him?


Itachi had no idea, but one thing was sure. Sasuke wasn’t shoved aside as just a little nuisance anymore. Oh no. Sasuke had most definitely been bumped up on Itachi’s list tonight. And that look in his eyes. Oh god, that pure look of utter horror that had plastered itself to his little brother’s face when he was caught playing with his toy, fucking priceless..

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Sasuke was dying, or at least;- He desperately hoped he was. The dread of being caught had knocked him blank. A huge white heat eating his nerves, while he felt how his heart thudded out of his chest. A silent painful scream ripping it’s way through his whole being. But he laid completely still, even as he felt how the heat ate him alive. Bile rising in his throat, he refused to move, afraid to shatter what little control he had managed to gain over his frantic heart during the night.


He had just woken, after only two hours of sleep and his thoughts were racing. He was clutching desperately for something, anything.. anything that he could say to himself, some kind of inner mantra to erase this desperate agony making him sob silently into his pillow. Anything that could make it feel a little bit better. Make him forget. But it was useless. The mortification and shame sat too deep. Just like he knew it would, if he ever was caught loving his brother.


But this was a thousand times worse than he had dared to imagine.Because he hadn’t been caught loving his brother.Oh no.
He had been caught lusting for his brother. With a big black vibrator shoved up his ass, while moaning and screaming for his brothers cock..’Oh dear gods.. please, pretty please.. kill me now..’


Death would be better than the thought of meeting Itachi’s eyes for breakfast this morning, and by gods, there was going to be a family breakfast. His mother was set on it, and had already banged on his door four times, while yelling for him to get ready.


He was never going to get ready for this.


He had contemplated running away. Or... he had ran away. The second his mind had cleared, just a little. Enough to let him get lungfuls of air without doubling over in inner pain and sickness. He had thrown a bunch of clothes into a bag and launched himself out the window, down the familiar rain pipe and straight to the bus station.


He had sat there. For three hours. Just staring at the departure board, trying to figure out where to go. While he let the drumming music from his ipod nano drown out the disturbing sounds of the city’s creeps waking up after a long day.


But then again. What hope did he have of disappearing? Him? Sasuke Uchiha, youngest son of the police chief.Every damned cop in the city... Hell, every damned blue suit and taxi driver on this side of the country knew his face. He had, really, no hope of escaping.


And what should he tell his mother and father when he was delivered on the front steps by two cops?


Sasuke had given up then, resigned to his fate and trudged slowly back home. Finding his way up to his room all to easy, before he cried himself to a restless sleep.


***********************


The days went by in a haze.


Sasuke kept his facade perfectly whenever he was around his family or Itachi. Acting even colder towards his brother now, not even bothering to answer questions formed by that velvety voice, coiling its way down his spine.


He just shrugged and “hn’ed” his replies, quickly shifting his attention to something else, anything to avoid eye contact. While he shamefully wondered why Itachi hadn’t said anything about.... about that day. Sasuke swallowed, changing the tv channel in hopes of finding something else, something to keep his attention away from any haywired thoughts about the way Itachi’s face had looked, standing there.. all silent.


A light dipping of the couch let him know that someone had sat down next to him, and judging by the way his heart sped up, how his blood suddenly boiled..It was Itachi.


Sasuke fumed internally, it seemed like his body recognized the man without even looking at him now, even before Itachi’s masculine perfume hit his nose, making him useless to the world.


He hated that, when he got lost in that scent, but he couldn’t help it either. So far, the only thing he had found that made him able to fight it, even just a little, was to get angry. Yes, anger helped. And with all the built up frustration he had harboured inside: it didn’t take much at all to trigger that feeling.


Not that he wanted to be angry. But he was. And besides; What else could he do? Drown in the endless shame that burst over him whenever flashes from that day crashed over him in a white wave of guilt and sorrow?


No way.. That hurt just a little too much.


And was it just him? Or had Itachi looked even more mouth watering the last couple of days? Sasuke turned and drew his knees up intil his chest, boldly letting his eyes flash over his brothers body. He gave an involuntarily jerk when his eyes met Itachi’s, and he was fast to turn away. Wrapping his arms around his knees, leaning his chin down, facing away from Itachi. Changing the channel again.


Lately, Itachi had worn tighter shirts than normal, hip hugging jeans. His hair always looked like perfection, and he smelled heavenly: Even better than normal. Yeah, somehow, it was obviously possible.


There was something in the way he moved too. Almost like he was more feral, fluid, sexy. Stretching his torso, making sure to reveal his pale abs in the process, leaning over the counter when he talked to their mother when she was cooking.Just subtle differences, but Sasuke had watched him for years; And he noticed.


Sasuke seethed.He hated this. It seemed like some masochistic part of his brain liked the flaming pain in his chest whenever he remembered getting caught, because damned if he didn’t get turned on from the idea. And adding Itachi’s weird behaviour the last couple of days.


A boy was expected to fantasize right? That maybe, just maybe..... Itachi had liked what he had seen? That Itachi was putting out the bait so to speak. But there was no fucking way Sasuke would bite. He didn’t think he’d survive another round of the whole agonising shame feeling.


Sasuke had a hard on 24-7, and was worried there was something severely wrong with him, and not just in his head.

So he got mad. Cussing under his breath whenever Itachi said, or did something subtle; which was often enough to make Mikoto worry that Sasuke was going into a rebellious period.


So she had effectively grounded him, after calling Itachi a “cocksucking son of a bitch” when Itachi had came strolling out from the shower, all wet and delicious with only a skimpy towel wrapped around his waist. Asking Mikoto where the toe nail clipper was, giving Sasuke mental images of Itachi bending over, naked... And that was so not fair. Now he was stuck in the house with his brother, and that obviously didn’t help his predicament, nor his plan on staying away from Itachi.


And the worst thing. Under these little “tantrums” as his mother would describe them so nicely. Itachi would just smirk. Like it was the biggest joke in the whole fucking world, even if he knew how Sasuke felt now.. and that hurt so much. Why? Couldn’t he just say it already? Just acknowledge what had happened, and let Sasuke know what he thought about it. Did he really think it was hot? Or did he find it obnoxious.. Or worse, did he not care at all??


Sasuke scoffed before he turned over in his bed, kicking his covers down. He was lying on his back, staring at his ceiling. He had several little stars glued to it, forming several of the biggest star constellations. Itachi had put them up there for him when he was a kid, and afraid of the dark. There was Orion, Pisces, Andromeda..... he let his eyes follow the familiar white prints that used to shine when he was a kid. But they didn’t shine now, they hadn’t shone for many years. It took massive amounts of generating light during the day to even get a little yellow glint, and the room had to be totally laid in darkness. And now a silvery beam was shining through his open window.


The moon hung high in the sky. It was early spring, and he could smell the wet earth in the soft wind that made his curtains whisper in silence. His mother and father were away on a fund raiser, and he was left home alone with his brother.


Sasuke was grateful when Kisame had came over and dragged his brother out for a round of drinks at the bar, even if he felt like it really was time for him and Itachi to talk things over. Even if he didn’t feel ready, but he had come to the conclusion that he would never be ready for that talk. So maybe he should just let it be? Let it pass on it’s own accord. Surely it couldn’t go on like this forever? He would get over it. Right?


The sound of light footsteps on the stairs made him hold his breath. Had Itachi come home already? So soon?


He closed his eyes, feigning sleep the instant he heard the steps pad over to his door, that fucking irking sound of Itachi picking his lock breaking the silence.


Itachi slipped inside and closed the door silently after him.


‘Did he just lock it?’ Even as a stir of anticipation shot through him, Sasuke concentrated on keeping his breathing even, laying perfectly still.


The bed dipped, and soon after he felt something warm and heavy rest on top of him, the arousing smell of his brother’s body invading his senses. His heart started thudding at an alarming speed. ‘Ohgodohgodohgod..’ Itachi felt so good resting on top of him.


Firm muscles pinning him down into the mattress.


He knew Itachi was staring at him, what else would he be doing? So he doubled his efforts in keeping still, but it was a lost battle really, when he already felt how his dick grew hard against his brother’s hard frame, lust swirling in the back of his throat, flavouring his mouth.


Itachi’s light chuckle made his breath flutter. ‘I know you’re awake Sasuke..” Itachi murmured softly against his cheek. “And I think it’s pretty obvious that you want this.. isn’t it?” Sasuke’s breath hitched just from the feel of those lips moving against his skin.. so fucking sensual.


Sasuke whimpered and pressed his crotch up against Itachi. Not even caring when Itachi chuckled. “See...I knew you’d react just like a horny little slut for me.”


Sasuke couldn’t help but shudder when warm lips kissed their way down towards his mouth. Itachi’s hips grinding softly against his, making him writhe with need. More, he needed more.. Electric strings shocked him breathless the second he felt that warm breath on his lips, followed by a light velvety press of lips.


He couldn’t help but respond, a soft whine fluttering from his mouth before he lifted his head to meet Itachi’s sweet lips again. He could taste beer on Itachi’s breath, but he couldn’t have cared less as Itachi’s mouth worked against his.


Oh god. This was so much better than he had ever dreamt of. Itachi was a perfect kisser, meeting his mouth, his lips, his tongue.. rubbing his body against Sasuke’s just right, a hand caressing Sasuke’s cheek to hold him still. And the way just that kiss made Sasuke feel! Sasuke could have just as well taken a shot of heroin, he felt so fucking good, his eyes lolling back. Itachi was getting greedier, grinding his hips harder down, his tongue tangling with his..tasting, feeling, sucking it into his mouth, exploring..revelling in the way they seemed to fit so perfectly together.


Never had Sasuke kissed anyone like Itachi. Never had anyone been able to kiss him like this.. there were no thoughts behind it, just pure instinct.


Sasuke spread his legs wantonly, wrapping them around Itachi’s hips. Oh gods, he could feel Itachi’s hard dick through the worn out jeans Itachi loved to wear. Hot and hard against him. And it thrilled him beyond words to know that he was the one who had made Itachi hard and needy. He was the one who had brought that glazed look to his brothers handsome face, making him rub against him.


So close, just from this..so fucking close. He was going to soil his briefs, he could feel it, that familiar peak closing in. So much stronger than it usually felt too. He whined as a shudder wracked through him. His eyes lolling back, tongue going slack in his brother’s mouth as he came.


Itachi moaned into his mouth, breathing hard. “Fuck Sasuke.. s-shit. You’re.. ah! Mmm..” Itachi shuddered and pulled back, stopping his own orgasm. He sat up, Sasuke’s legs still loose against his hips as he ripped his shirt over his head, shuddering lightly when he felt Sasuke’s eager hands on his buckle. “Fuck me Itachi.. Please.. I-I.. just. Please.”


How the hell was Itachi supposed to oppose to that? Itachi took a deep breath, steadying his pulse before he laid down over his brother again, their naked cocks rubbing against each other now. Sasuke was hard again, and moaned when he felt Itachis bigger dick against his, and he wrapped a hand around them both, using his own cum to slick them up.


He pouted when Itachi pulled away to kick off his jeans. “Sasuke.. Fuck. Do you have any idea how you affect me? How fucking horny I’ve been for you ever since I walked in on you with my vibrator shoved into your greedy fuck hole?”


Sasuke moaned, feeling a blush creep over his face. “Itachi please.. it’s.. it’s embarrassing.”


“Oh, I assure you little one, you have nothing to be ashamed of. You looked so fucking good like that. Fuck, I jerked off three times that night. Thinking about you. How you looked in your bed like that. Hair tousled, a light sheen of sweat on your body. And fuck! That wet dildo in your hand while your hungry hole winked at me. I get hard just thinking about it. And the best thing about it all.. can you guess what that was?” Itachi leaned down and whispered huskily into Sasuke’s ear, licking and nipping at the earlobe. “Can you?”


Sasuke whined. He didn’t want to do this, didn’t want to be eaten by that white fire again. The shame. But oh gods, it felt kinda good to. Now that Itachi was resting on top of him like this, that sensual voice whispering dirty somethings into his ear, telling him that he wanted this, wanted to fuck him, kiss him. “F-fuck.. no. No Itachi.. I don’t know, will you tell me?”


“MmM.. My name. The way my name sounded on your lips. Fuck, that there.. that just flat out did it for me.”


“Itachi...” Sasuke moaned the name with a shuddering breath.


“Fuck.. yes. Just like that. Again...”


“Itachi.. please fuck me..ah! Itachi please, I want to feel your big cock in my ass, I need to feel you spreading me, fucking me.”


Itachi growled, devouring Sasuke’s mouth while he worked a hand in under Sasuke’s ass, letting just the digit of a finger enter him. Sasuke moaned. “I’m going to loosen you up little brother, loosen this tight fuckhole up for me so that I can stick my big cock in your ass. You want that?” Sasuke couldn’t do anything but nod helplessly, the room felt suddenly all too hot, and he found himself gasping for air.


Itachi started kissing his way down Sasuke’s trembling frame, pinching pert nipples, letting his fingers scrape faint lines in soft skin while he laid open mouthed kisses on his brothers body. Reaching the hard cock he put the tip in his mouth, savouring the bitter salt taste of the little clear drops spilling from the slit before he sucked it into his mouth, feeling the brim with his tongue. “Aaah! Itachi!” Sasuke’s hand shot down into his hair, abdomen muscles hunching, flexing, slim hips thrusting up, forcing the hard cock further into his mouth. Itachi allowed it and opened his throat, going all the way down to nuzzle trimmed black pubic hair. Fuck! Sasuke smelled so fucking good.He moaned, well aware of the effect that was going to have on his little brother.


A shiver raced through Sasuke’s body before he came, Itachi working his throat hungrily. Regretting the loss of the taste since he had the dick to far down his throat. He let the limp organ out. Resting his cheek against Sasuke’s inner tight for a minute, letting the boy cool down. The room was completely silent apart from Sasuke’s heavy panting and the sound of a soft breeze rustling the naked branches outside.


“Tell me Sasuke.How long have you dreamt about me like this?” His voice was a little hoarse from the deep throating, but he found himself curious.


It took several gulps of air before Sasuke found himself able to answer. His body was cooling down. But just from feeling Itachi’s warm cheek against his thigh like that, so close to his balls it was embarrassing really, he felt his dick stir to life again. After two heavy orgasms; he would obviously, soon, be ready for more. He was obviously, seriously ill.


“For almost ten years.” The answer was barely a whisper but Itachi had heard him, and he found himself repeating the answer. Almost like it would make it more true. “Ten years..”


“Yes..”


“Tell me then.. What do you fantasize about Sasuke? What do you dream of me doing to you? I want to hear the dirtiest fantasies you have ever had about me. And while you do that, I’m going to taste this virgin ass of yours.”


“What?!! No!” Sasuke tried to scramble away from Itachi, but the older raven just chuckled, taking a firm grip on his legs before he laid them on his shoulders. A smirk creeping over his face before he blew on the pink pucker. “Why not?”


“No! Let go Itachi..please, it’s just too embarrassing.”


“You want me to fuck you Sasuke?”


“Yes! With your dick.. not your tongue. Oh god..please! Itachi!”


Itachi chuckled from the delicious red that had crept over his little brother’s upper body, all the way from his heaving chest to his fear filled face.


“Relax Sasuke..It’s not dirty, I know you had a shower before you went to bed.. so just, relax. I want to taste you.” With that he leaned down while he lifted Sasuke’s hips up and laid a kiss to the puckered hole, swirling his tongue out, silently loving the way Sasuke’s body went absolutely rigid in his hands.


“AaAh!fuck!” Itachi’s tongue felt so good down there. Sasuke was mortified beyond words, but damned if it didn’t feel good. Itachi was kissing him.. down there. Letting his tongue dip into his hole, swirling it around, spreading his walls, wiggling.. “Aah.. Mmm..Itachi!” Sasuke was hard in seconds. Using his hands as leverage, trying to stop himself from gliding further into the headboard from the awkward angle.


Itachi’s strong hands were helping him stay up, stopping his legs from sliding down from his shoulders. And every now and then those black eyes would look down at his face.


“Tell me Sasuke, tell me your fantasies, if you don’t, I’ll stop, and just go back to my room. Do you want that?”


“No! I-I aaAH! I dream about kissing you. Or first.. I dreamt about that. Then..I would imagine that you jerked me off..”


Itachi chuckled. “No no.. You can do better than that Sasuke.”


“Mm..ah! I dream that you fuck me. That you force me to let you fuck me. I dream that you’re so desperate for me. I dream that you bind me, that you use me. Gods..I want you to tie me down and use me. I dream that you don’t care if I want it or not, you just take it. But oh gods! I want it. I want it so bad. To feel your engorged cock buried deep inside me. To see your face contorted in pleasure as you use me as your own personal little slut, your own little cum hole. Aah!” Sasuke screamed when Itachi plunged his tongue deep inside before he pulled it back out, replacing it with a finger. “Do you have any lube Sasuke?”


Sasuke managed a nod and reached down behind his mattress, behind his pillow, against the headboard. “Mother makes me make my own bed..so I know she won’t find it, even if she snoops through all my drawers.”


Itachi chuckled while he poured the blank liquid over his fingers. “Yes, I used to hide things I didn’t want her to find there too.”


Sasuke didn’t get the time to respond. Itachi had shoved two fingers at once into his tight ass. And he could only let out a heady moan, head falling back against his pillow, fingers digging into his headboard. “Ah! Fuck Itachi.. more.”


“Damn! You’re tight Sasuke..”


Sasuke didn’t respond. Itachi’s fingers reached so, so perfectly like this. They were brushing his prostate with pleasurable accuracy. But it wasn’t enough.. oh no.


Sasuke swallowed, forcing himself to take a deep breath. “I used to dream about this too.. how you would prepare me. Only then, it was my own fingers in my ass, scissoring. I used to force them into me, even before I was ready. Just to feel that sting. I always envisioned you to be fast, impatient to fuck my ass, while at the same time you wanted my fuckhole as tight as possible for your cock. Mmm.. ah!”


Itachi had leaned his head down again, and was licking around his fingers, spreading them and letting his tongue slip in between them. Loving the shudder that raced through his little brother’s body.


“You ready for my cock then? Little slut.. I can’t believe you have such naughty thoughts. The next time you dream like that, I want you to come into my room. I’ll gag you to stop your screams and fuck you into oblivion. And if I’m not here, I want you to call me. So that I can tell you just how I would fuck you. Is that understood?”


Sasuke yelled his “Yes!” as Itachi plunged into him. Pulses of bliss shredding his senses. Purple and white stars dancing before him as he clenched his eyes shut.


Holy fuck! Sasuke felt so tight around him. The way those tight walls worked around his dick. And the look on Sasuke’s face, oh gods.. the look. Sasuke was trembling, shaking ,moaning wantonly. He really was a little cock slut. And Itachi could see that he was close already. No wonder really, when he had already cum two times earlier. So, so sensitive now..


Itachi pulled out slowly, revelling in the soft whine from his little brother’s slack mouth. That little pink tongue slipped out to lick at drool running down the corner of the kiss swollen mouth and Itachi leaned down, folding Sasuke in two in the process to kiss that mouth.


Sasuke was shaking... “Please..oh fuck..please, please, please fuck me.. I can’t, I can’t take this.”


Itachi pushed himself hard back in, straightening and taking a good hold on both legs before he set a brutal pace. He was close already too, from all the foreplay. Watching his brother come two times, tasting this delicious ass. ‘Damn.. too fucking close..’ he took several deep breathes, doubling his efforts in fucking his brother into oblivion.


Sasuke was spasming around him. His ass clenching... back arching off the bed as he screamed Itachi’s name. White strings of cum covering his chest, cheek.. some even landing on his mouth. That did it.


Itachi felt that scorching heat pace faster and faster down his spine, pooling in his abdomen before he lost all sense of time and place. His body coiling inward on itself, and he came hard, too hard into Sasuke’s fluttering asshole.


He slumped down beside Sasuke, tugging the whimpering boy close to his body, ignoring the sticky cum on his brother’s chest. “I love you Sasuke.. now, sleep.. I’ll clean you up before mother and father get home.”


A fleeting smile drifted over his little brother’s innocent face before he mumbled something that could sound like “Love you too...”