Addicted

This is jsut practice to be a better writer. I take any criticism or praise; flames don't faze me.

My Life Would Suck Without You- Kelly Clarkson

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“Thanks, Kisame.” The tall man nodded in acknowledgement and then staggered back inside the club. Sasuke shifted Itachi’s mostly unconscious body higher up on his shoulder and dragged him across the dingy parking lot to the car, trying to decide if he should be extra loud so Itachi would wake up and regret getting drunk or if he should be quiet so his brother would be nice to him tomorrow. Sasuke was just tall enough that he could slip Itachi over his shoulders to the car, but he wasn’t stronger than his brother yet so he had to struggle to hold him up and open the door enough to put him into the passenger seat.


“Fucking stupid drunk,” Sasuke mumbled, buckling his brother in and slamming the door shut. He watched his brother through the windows as he walked around to the driver’s side. Itachi was finally stirring. Kisame had called over half an hour ago to tell Sasuke to pick his brother up because he had passed out. And like the good little brother he was, he snuck out to save his brother’s drunken ass from their parents or the cops. Or both.


He climbed in and watched Itachi slowly wake up, significantly more sober than he was an hour ago. That’s why Itachi got away with this shit all the time- he sobered up real quick. In the twenty minutes it would take to get back to the house, Itachi would have recovered enough to pretend to be really tired from the ‘study group’ he’d told his parents he’d be at.


But damn, even half drunk and sweaty Itachi was hot. There was no fighting it; his brother was hot no matter what he did or was wearing, though the low jeans and tight dark green t-shirt looked especially good on him. For once, Itachi had his hair down. His strong facial structure kept him from appearing too feminine, though Kisame had mentioned something about pulling some guy off his brother who’d thought Itachi was a girl. His brother’s abyss-like eyes were losing their dazed look rapidly, and Sasuke knew he’d been caught staring but hopefully it was dark enough that Itachi wouldn’t notice his blush.


He abruptly turned away and started up the car. “Itachi-“


“Shut it, Otouto.”

“It’s the seventh weekend in a row-“

“What I do is none of your business-“

“It is if I have to get called out to pick you up-“

“I told Kisame not to call you-“

“And he said he found some guy molesting you-“

“He stopped-”

“Because Kisame’s a fucking giant!” They were out of sight of the club, but the sound of the bass pumping could still be heard.

Itachi paused. “Watch your language, otouto.” He probably shouldn’t have implied that Itachi couldn’t fight the guy off on his (with or without alcohol) but Sasuke ignored the not-quite-hidden threat.


“I’m not going to listen to you, who can’t stay sober longer than a week!” And his parents were still trying to tell him to be more like his brother! Like hell he would!

“Sasuke-”

“I’m trying to cover for you but you’re making it difficult! I only came out here tonight because I don’t want some stranger taking you home!” He didn’t want to say that he was worried, because then Itachi would know what he was thinking, that he was jealous, how much his actions were hurting him. But Itachi hates weakness.


“I’d rather have anyone but you.” Itachi turned to look out the window and massaged his temples to ease the hangover rapidly swooping in. “Now stop being such a whiny bitch; my head hurts.”

Sasuke was shocked. It wouldn’t have hurt so much if Itachi had made it sound mean, but the complete indifference he said it with made it hurt so much worse. The feeling of tears stinging at his eyes angered him; why did every little thing his aniki said have to affect him so damn much?!

“Fuck you! I’m not helping you get away with this shit anymore!” Sasuke violently directed the car off the road, into the nearest parking lot, slammed on the brakes and shifted into park. He turned the car off and resumed his ranting. “I know that I’ve got issues, and that I’m not as good at everything as you are, but you’re pretty messed up too!” He’d never challenged his older brother like this before, but he was just so pissed off.
And hurt. His brother would rather have some random pervert take care of him than his own flesh and blood? Itachi hadn’t found out about his secret, had he? He’d been trying to cover up his deeper feelings for so long because he didn’t think he could face rejection from his brother.

But if Itachi hated him anyway, well his mouth was tired of lying. “You go to your stupid parties with your fucking stupid friends every bloody weekend and drink too fucking much,” Itachi was watching him in that chill, calculating way that made Sasuke feel inferior, but he continued anyway because it was too late to hold it back, “and even if you get sober pretty quick, sooner or later,” he was starting to choke up at just the thought of it, “sooner or later, I won’t be getting a call to pick you up, it’ll be to identify your body.” He promised himself before not to lose it, but Itachi always had him breaking all the rules.


“I don’t know what I’m supposed to do without you. I can feel you getting farther and farther away from me.” Shit, he was outright crying now. “You’re never there anymore, but I need you to be. I need you. And I-” he swallowed thickly and daringly looked his brother dead in the eyes, hoping that just this once his brother wouldn’t make fun of him. “I love you, Itachi…” He took a deep breath; it still didn’t encompass all that he felt but Itachi wasn’t reacting yet. “I’m nothing without you.” He added on nervously.

Sasuke waited motionless, not even daring to breathe, waiting for a reaction. His gorgeous brother just sat there looking at him blankly, just as still as he himself was, so that passers-by would think they were mannequins on display. After a few minutes passed with nothing but blinks passing between them, Sasuke gave up and quickly wiped his sleeve across his eyes. It wasn’t like he had much hope to begin with.


“Never mind.” He finally said, defeat in his voice. At least it was steady now, even if there was a stray tear or two. “Hopefully you’re still drunk enough that tomorrow, you’ll just think you had a weird dream.” He hated himself for saying anything, but at the same time it wasn’t so bad; after all, he had at least said it, so even though his heart was imploding, in that one moment he wasn’t a coward.


But hell, his brother must hate him now. He could feel his brother staring and it was making him nervous. Itachi wasn’t a violent drunk, but he was spontaneously violent by nature and quite unpredictable. Sasuke tried to keep his hand from shaking as he started the car back up. It’d be easy enough for his brother to ignore him and his stupid feelings. It’s not like Itachi hung out with him all that much anyway.


And then he felt his brother’s hand on his arm, stopping him from moving the car into gear. He let his foot slip off the brake so the car wouldn’t move, ready to get pounded… wait, no! He meant punched. Hell, a second away from the beating of his life and he was still making inappropriate remarks about his brother in his head.


“Otouto.” Sasuke couldn’t help but turn at the sexy sound of his brother’s deep voice. Whoa, he was too close. He wouldn’t be able to hit him very hard at this distance.
“I’m not going to hit you, otouto.” He sounded sort of amused, and Sasuke realized he’d spoken out loud his fear of getting hit. “At least, not with my fist.”


In less time than it took Sasuke to figure that one out, Itachi’s lips hit Sasuke’s in a slow and gentle way. Sasuke trembled, unsure of so many things, before kissing back passionately. His hand wound into his brother’s beautiful black hair, pulling it back from his face. Itachi unbuckled their seat belts and pulled him over onto his lap without breaking the kiss. Sasuke pulled back with a gasp and dove back in; using his tongue to try to convince Itachi’s to come out to play. The hand not in the silky, hot mess of his brother’s hair was everywhere else, alternating between rubbing his neck and moving down to push up his shirt and stroke the firm muscles there.


Itachi’s hands were by no means idle. He let Sasuke control the kiss, but his hands were on his little brother’s ass, massaging and slowly grinding into it, eating his brother’s soft moans. “Ah… Itachi,” Sasuke gasped out when their erections lined up. “You make me so hard…” he groaned out.


Itachi smirked into his brother’s neck as he sucked right on the vein, leaving a dark mark before making another right behind his ear. His hands pushed up Sasuke’s shirt and then pushed him away so he could pull it off. Sasuke shivered a bit at the chilly air in the car but impatiently went back to kissing his aniki, inching up his shirt. “No fair… I wanna see you naked, too.” Itachi chuckled, giving a particularly satisfying thrust up into Sasuke’s erection before indulging his brother and taking off his shirt, throwing it to join Sasuke’s on the backseat.


“Oh, aniki.” Sasuke caressed his brother’s chest, marveling at his perfection. “I thought you hated me…”


“Hate you? Why?” Sasuke’s hand, seemingly permanently entwined in his hair, guided his licking tongue down to a nipple so sucked on it. “Because… you have been avoiding me.” Itachi sighed and pulled back, amused when Sasuke whined at him for stopping.


He held up a finger in his otouto’s face, causing him to pause. “We need to sort this out. Horny as you are,” Sasuke had the decency to blush, “Know that I’m not doing this because I’m drunk. There’s a lot of shit I don’t want you to have to deal with. We’re brothers, you understand?” Itachi gaze momentarily turned from lusty to piercing. “Everything will be against us: society, family, even our friends.” He chuckled darkly. “Even we seem to be against us, if the way we’ve been acting is any indication of how this relationship will progress.”


“Hmmm.” Sasuke cocked his head to the side, trying to focus on his brother’s words but with that long slender finger in his face he had to hold himself back from putting it in his mouth. “I know what you mean. Being with you is so dysfunctional, but,” he shrugged, punctuating the summation of their relationship with a quick kiss to his beloved’s lips. “I can’t let you go.” He tried to lighten the heavy atmosphere and restore the sexual mood. Seriously, aniki. You’re the sexiest person alive.”

“Well, you’re hot as hell.” He enjoyed the way Sasuke glowed at the compliment; sure people told him he was good-looking at school and stuff, but to hear it from the one you love makes it real, makes it matter. “And I love you, otouto. “

Although his erection was aching for Itachi’s touch, he couldn’t pass up this rare, sweet moment with his brother. He hugged him close, enjoying the warmth of flesh upon his own. They stayed that way for a long moment, until Sasuke became acutely aware of something hot and hard against his inner thigh. He drifted his hands seductively down Itachi’s back, then brought a hand round his brother’s front to mirror Itachi’s treatment of his nipple on his brother's pale chest.

“Now that the confessions are out, we can fuck properly.”


“Ah, yes, aniki.” With his other hand he scraped his nails lightly along Itachi’s arm, eventually bringing his aniki’s hand up to his mouth and finally slipped that finger into his mouth and sucked on it, arousing Itachi to further action.


Feeling the sexy growl from his brother made Sasuke pull three more fingers into his mouth, licking them sensually while his beautiful brother buried his face into his neck, sucking harshly. His other hand snuck into the little raven’s pants to get a hold of his dick. Sasuke moaned and bucked into his brother’s hand, fully hard.

Surrendering a groan of his own as Sasuke inadvertently pulled at his nipple, Itachi yanked his hand from his brother’s hot mouth and pushed at the luscious ass so his body was over Itachi’s shoulders and he was up on his knees with his face deep in Itachi’s neck. This position gave Itachi enough room to tug Sasuke’s pants and boxers down past his thighs roughly. “Deep breath, otouto.” With only those words of warning, he felt along his brother’s crack and shoved a finger inside. Sasuke muffled his gasp in the older Uchiha’s hot skin, licking it and enjoying his brother’s taste to distract himself from the finger gently moving inside him. He was eager for Itachi to do him already, but he was pretty sure it would ruin the mood if the elder Uchiha tore him open and he bled over the car.


“Hmm… you’re a virgin, aren’t you Sasuke?” He slipped in the second saliva slicked finger.

“Ye- oh!- yeah, what do- ah- you think?” It was feeling kind of okay until Sasuke felt the tip of another finger brushing at his entrance. If the first finger was uncomfortable, then the second one definitely hurt. “Ow! Dammit, Itachi! That hurts!”

“You’re taking my fingers rather well for a virgin.”


“It’s… ooohh… hard t-to beli-ah-eve…that this… ah!... is well.” Itachi’s midnight eyes looked away from where his fingers were leisurely moving in and out of that pale, tight ass to his own stomach; the hot liquid dripping onto his abdomen was his brother’s precum. “Your dick is hard and leaking, Sasuke,” he moaned at hearing his name from those sinfully delicious lips and he became eager to taste them again. “Moaning on top of that? Sasuke, you’re a slut, liking your brother’s fingers in your ass this much.” Itachi pumped faster for emphasis.


He couldn’t deny it; even as Itachi was now adding a third finger he knew he was hard and hearing Itachi talk about it was making it worse. “Mmmpf!” He bit into his aniki’s shoulder hard, partly for revenge for the sudden intrusion and partly to fight back tears caused by the fingers stretching him. Itachi gave an answering groan but continued to pump his fingers into hid otouto, knowing he’d appreciate the preparation in a few minutes when Itachi inserted his cock.


“Ohh, Itachi… just put in already...” Sasuke trailed off as the fingers left his ass and dragged slowly down to toy with his balls gently. “So eager…” his brother chuckled. “Fuck, yes, aniki, I’ve waited for so long…”

Itachi pulled him back by his hair for one last virgin kiss, distracting his little brother with his tongue while slowly arranging that hot body into position. He pulled back from his mouth to watch his face carefully as he started to push in. It was sweaty, and scrunched up with pain, but as Itachi pushed his head past the ring and slipped in, Sasuke’s eyes opened into slits as he gasped for air. The lust and love and pure wanting made Itachi so hot that he shoved the rest of himself inside the younger Uchiha.

Sasuke let out a scream muffled by Itachi’s mouth, trying not to move as his body fought the intrusion. He felt Itachi quiver under him, suppressing an early orgasm. The fact that his older brother was enjoying him so much that his control was slipping gave him the strength to smile and shift in his older brother’s lap, feeling the cock inside him touch something very pleasurable. “ahnnn… feel good… uhn… Itachi?” he teased, keeping his brother’s eyes as he circled his hips.

“Yes, otouto.” He replied, letting his little brother see the small smile on his face. He let it morph into his smirk as he watched his brother’s reaction to his next words. “Your tight ass feels like it’s squeezing my dick, Sasuke. I didn’t think you’d take it up the ass so well.” He loved that his brother was panting harder and groaned a little himself when Sasuke lifted himself a little and slid back down. “Ah… ahh… yes… ohh…” Sasuke groaned and repeated the action lifting himself higher each time bracing himself on Itachi’s shoulders. The hands gripping his waist kept him going. It was still a little painful, but he wanted to please Itachi.

“That’s good, otouto. Keep going… fuck yourself faster…” Sasuke moaned; it was pure pleasure now and he loved the dirty talk and how his brother was moving with him now, slamming his hips up when Sasuke pushed back down. “Fuck yourself on your big brother’s dick… “
“Itachi” he panted out over and over again. It was all he could say; the beautiful feeling of being so full, and that his brother was the one giving him that feeling, thrusting into him, it all brought him really close to cumming.

Then Itachi used his grip on Sasuke’s hips to stop him from moving mid-thrust. “Wh-what? Aniki?!” He tried to move on his own but Itachi was too strong. “C’mon! I-I need to cum! Please!”

“Hang on, slutty little brother. You’re too close to cumming, and I haven’t even found your spot yet.” He grabbed the base of Sasuke’s cock tightly to cut him off from his orgasm. “Hold still for a moment.” Sasuke tried to stop squirming as Itachi moved them in the seat, moving his legs so they were as wide as the narrow passenger seat would allow. Sasuke was getting impatient with his brother; he didn’t care about this ‘special spot’ he just needed Itachi to…
“FUCK!” If Itachi hadn’t been holding his dick, he’d have cum. He leaned his head on Itachi’s shoulder, licking a drop of sweat that skimmed near his mouth. “Found it.” Sasuke looked at his brother just to see that sultry smirk.


“Good… then fuck me already, aniki. Pound your cock into me until I scream.” Sasuke blushed even as he said it, but Itachi’s attack on his mouth and ass was worth any embarrassment he felt. His brother’s tongue was conquering his mouth and he tried to keep up but Itachi was too intense. Both his brother’s hands were back on his hips, slamming him up and down.


Oh, the pressure, the feeling, was incredible. His brother was so hot inside. He thrust harder, truly appreciating that none of his former lovers made him feel this way. Sasuke squirmed around him with every thrust, knowing that the spot inside him was hit with a deadly accuracy.

In between kisses he heard moans, and from the burn in his throat, he was betting they were from him. He realized he couldn’t keep it quiet, and had forgotten they were in a car in the parking lot where they could get caught if they were too loud. He was getting louder and louder with every hit of Itachi’s cock against his prostrate and then came that last hard thrust that sent them over the edge.

“ITACHIII!!” Sasuke threw his head back to scream, just barely hearing his brother groan “Sasuke” into his chest as Itachi grabbed his shoulders and pulled them tightly together.
When they came back to themselves, cum was slowly leaking out if Sasuke’s ass and both their chests had splats of Sasuke’s seed on them. They brought their eyes to meet again and kissed slowly, tenderly, sweetly. It was over too soon though as the cum turned cold quickly and began to feel uncomfortable. They pulled away, Itachi refastening his pants and Sasuke trying to get his back up from his ankles and his butt back into the driver’s seat. He looked down at his cum on his chest. “Ew. Now I have to shower again.”

“You came all over me, too, you know.” Sasuke looked across the car and saw it was true.

“Yeah, but mom and dad know I already took a shower once this evening.” He took his shirt from Itachi, figuring it’d be ok if he got cum on it since he did his own laundry anyway. “Won’t it be suspicious if take another one?”

"We'll just shower together." Itachi replied, calm as if nothing happened. He carefully pulled out of the parking lot, amazed that he could function so well after having amazing sex with his brother. Not to mention it was two in the morning. Wait…

“Itachi! Do you know what time it is?” His brother rubbed his temple a bit at the loud tone his younger brother used.

“Hmmm… time to get a watch?” He said carelessly. “It doesn’t matter, really. I’ll cover for you. It’s the least I could do.” He mumbled the last part.

Sasuke couldn’t help his spirit from soaring at the affection he heard poorly hidden in his brother’s voice and last comment. “So… I guess this means you’re sorry?” He said tentatively. Itachi probably wouldn’t hit him because he was driving, but even if they had said they loved each other before… well, Itachi wasn’t big on affection, cuddling, TLC, or PDA.

“You could say that.”

“And you take back what you said before? When you said you’d rather have anyone but me?” Maybe he was pushing the envelope, but he wanted to hear it.

“Yes, otouto.” Itachi didn’t sound irritated yet, so he risked one last question as they pulled into the driveway.

“Why?” Even now, it sounded too good to be true that the older brother he practically worshipped really loved him back. He turned off the car and the headlights but Itachi’s hand stopped him from pulling the keys out.

“Because, Sasuke…” Itachi tugged on his shirt collar to take his lips in another tender kiss, light but packed with emotion. “Honestly?” He gave him another peck before turning to get out of the car.

“My life would suck without you.”