Tantalizing

Pairings: ItaSasu main, KakaSasu side
Rating: M
Summary: The tension was so dense, so impenetrable in the air that they could taste it, touch it, breathe it. They were drowning in a mist of feelings neither of them could really name, let alone admit. ItaSasu main, KakaSasu side. Uchihacest, lemons.
Ages: Sasuke: take your pick, from 13 being youngest, to 16 oldest. Whatever rocks your boat.

Disclaimer: Do not own Naruto, nor do I make money off it.

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Tantalizing

The sun shone brightly in through the windows in the Uchiha residence. In fact too dazzlingly bright, pressing against the still closed eyelids of Itachi. With a groan, he turned his body away from the window, only to realize he was so entangled within the blankets that he could not complete such a simple movement. His first coherent thought of the day was ‘Oh fuck I knew I should have closed those blinds’. Another groan, feeling lazy and languid, he slothfully turned his head into the pillow; blocking the sun and successfully muffling any other groans threatening to escape. Stretching in his bed, he refused to get out and start the day for the next thirty minutes; it was just too deliciously lethargic at the moment.

Sighing, his mind wandered to his otouto as it usually did. Lately he had a feeling that something was wrong. Sasuke’s demeanour was quiet and more introversial than usual after he came back from weekend long training sessions. He was more self conscious, didn’t let people near him. Not that he usually did, it was barely a change, but Itachi noticed. He let the thought fade away, and drifted back into a half-sleeping state.

Or at least, he tried to. The sun just wouldn’t let up. As much as he wanted to, he couldn’t stay in bed any longer, his body was starting to heat up, and the blankets were slightly suffocating. With a frustrated sigh, he set out to slowly (but surely) detach himself from the blankets. Finally free from the restraining bonds, and stretching once more, Itachi stepped out of bed. Hissing as he felt his bare feet touch the cool hardwood floors he started making his way down to the kitchen. He stopped in front of his otouto’s room, eyebrows knitted together; wondering why his foolish baby brother wasn’t up yet, he was going to be late to school.

Silently opening the door, peeking his head inside, he saw the shape of his brother half entangled in the blankets, half flopped on the bed. He swiftly entered the room, heading towards the window. With a sweep of his arm Itachi wiped the curtains open, letting the morning sunlight stream in. The room was instantly illuminated. A slight groan came from the half naked figure of Sasuke on the bed, a small frown in his face as the light disturbed his sleep. Itachi’s breath caught in his throat at the sight of his brother, sunlight licking at his skin, toned back muscles tensing as he twisted his head into the pillow.

The older Uchiha headed towards Sasuke’s bed, standing by his otouto, head tilted, waiting to see if he would get up. After being pointedly ignored, Itachi was forced to sweep back the blankets covering his brother. Smirking at the way his skin grew covered with goose bumps at the touch of the crisp morning air.

A growl escaped Sasuke as he squirmed slightly, tightening his hands into the sheets, wishing he could be sucked into the bed, ending the cool torture. “It’s fucking cold nii-san.”

“Hn, you’ll be late to school otouto.” Itachi headed towards the door, pausing to look back, making sure the foolish boy had indeed gotten up and started to get ready. Sasuke stumbled out of bed, hitting the cold hard floors with a thud. He tilted his head back, allowed a grunt to slip out, a grimace on his face. The older Uchiha’s eyes narrowed at the delicate arch his otouto’s back was making, his eyes roaming up the expanse of pale flesh of Sasuke’s neck. Frowning he tore his gaze from the delicate skin as Sasuke ran a hand through his tousled hair. The younger boy stood up and stretched his cramped muscles, joints popping.

Itachi walked out the door, and headed down to the family’s kitchen. Slender hands pulled his hair into a loose ponytail as his eyes roamed for a quick fix, his stomach empty and complaining. Settling for some fruit and shooing away the grey ball of fur taking residence on his usual seat, Itachi sighed and took a bite off the food. He felt something walk over his feet. He gave the affectionate cat a nudge, hoping it’d run along. Their mother had always loved that stupid cat. After the accident Itachi had wanted to give it away, but his brother convinced him otherwise. A slick tongue slipped out to gather some juice that had escaped his lips. His mind wandered back to the sight of Sasuke’s bare back and lean body, his perfect collarbones framing his neck. Taking another bite from the fruit and brushing some stray hairs off his face he dispersed the thoughts. He frowned.

This had to stop.

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Sasuke had a slight grunted look on his face as he tried to weave his way through the crowded hall ways. He just wanted to go home. The academy wasn’t his cup of tea, and he didn’t like being anywhere near it. People had a habit of staring at him as he walked past them, girls giggling softly behind their hands, guys narrowing their eyes. The feeling of eyes following his every move was exasperating.

His concentration was scattered as he felt a hand hold him back, he turned around to face the person.

Eyebrows raised a fraction in slight puzzlement. “Hyuuga.”

The silver eyed boy barely spared him a glance as he relayed his message. “Kakashi-Sensei wants to see you.”

Sasuke’s eyebrows knitted together, a huff coming out. “What does he want?”

Neji shrugged, telling the other that Kakashi was waiting in his office, before turning around and walking away.

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“Nii-san!” Sasuke let out a carefree laugh as he chased his brother down the hill. Without warning, Itachi turned around, facing his brother who was still barrelling towards him. The five year old pounced on his aniki, who caught him effortlessly and spun him around.

“Itachi! I caught you!” The older Uchiha laughed as the little one nuzzled into his chest. “And I’m not letting go!” Another careless laugh.

This time, Itachi’s smile flickered.

“We should go home otouto.”

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“We’ll be leaving sometime in the next few weeks.” Kakashi’s lazy voice brought him back from his reverie. Eyebrows rose, finally focusing on what his masked sensei was saying.

“I’m sorry? Leaving where?” Sasuke’s delicate eyebrows knitted together

“The mission. They’ve asked for a top student, and you are exactly what they need.” Kakashi leaned into Sasuke more than what was socially acceptable, causing the Uchiha to lightly shrink back into his chair.

Once again, the raven haired teen spoke. “We?”

The single eye Sasuke was able to see of Kakashi’s crinkled faintly, either in a smirk or a smile. “Yes, you didn’t expect to go alone did you?”

The comment caused the teen to straighten up a little, as if to show his adequate skills for the job, eyes turning challenging as he opened his mouth to respond in what was sure to be a snappish come back. “Well—”

“Think of it as training, like we used to do not too long ago I believe.” One of Kakashi’s eyebrows rose as he saw the light pink powdering the Uchiha’s cheeks. Said Uchiha met the silver haired man’s gaze.

“And what’s the mission exactly?”

“You’ll be briefed before we leave.” Taking this as a cue to leave, Sasuke stood up and left the office.

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Sasuke sighed, wishing he hadn’t zoned out during the meeting. His mind wondered toward the mission he’d been asked, (told, really), to carry out. Eyes narrowed at no one in particular as he mused about what Kakashi had told him in regards to going with him. It’s not like he wasn’t used to one man missions, and it didn’t seem that the mission was urgent enough to need a jounin to go along or else they’d have left already.

He was sitting on the couch in a way that would be considered uncomfortable for anyone but Sasuke. Legs in the air, against the back of the couch, arms open by his side and head hanging down the edge.

He remembered their training sessions very well. It was where he had learnt some skills he probably shouldn’t have; a wave of guilt washed over him as he let his eyes slip shut. He forced himself to think back to the mission, having no idea as to who he was going to be serving and why, in more ways than one, he let the turmoil in his mind die away. He wasn’t a mission type of guy, that was more Itachi’s thing.

Itachi.

Sighing once again, Sasuke rubbed a hand over his tired eyes and furrowed farther back into the couch he was sitting on. He figured it was best to shut down his mind, let troublesome thoughts bury themselves back where they came from.

“Ugh.” The groan escaped his mouth, eyes screwing shut as he continued the attempt to force himself to just stop thinking.

“Don’t hurt yourself.”

Eyebrows arched as he looked over at his nii-san in mild surprise. He wasn’t expecting the sight that greeted him. Skin. Wet. Towel. Sasuke’s cheeks sprinkled with a faint blush, although he would never admit it. Itachi was looking at him with soft curiosity through onyx eyes, hair draping over a bare back, small trails of water that hadn’t been dried away by the towel making their way down his body, following the course of gravity. The young Uchiha let his eyes lazily follow the trails of the liquid; until they were absorbed by the fabric secured around his brother’s waist, or got caught on the dip of his navel.

Which lead him to think, just why was Itachi strutting around in a towel? With a mental shrug, Sasuke idly reckoned he didn’t particularly care.

He brought his gaze back up to his brother’s and found him to be watching him with a calculated look. Ignoring that, the Uchiha loosened his grip on one of the cushions, indolently wondering when he had done that, and opened his mouth to speak.

“I’m leaving.”

Itachi looked at his brother spread on the couch and felt a sudden stab of something in his chest. The shortest of the pair thought he saw a touch akin to surprise and resentment in his aniki’s eyes, but knowing better he dismissed it. Just because he wanted his brother to actually feel something towards him didn’t mean it would happen.

But then he noticed the clenched hands, the white knuckles.

Sasuke shifted his position to a more normal one on the couch, and proceeded to quickly explain himself.

“I have a mission with Kakashi-sensei in a few weeks.” This time he couldn’t play the small sigh of relief and the slackening of his muscles as something created by his mind. He didn’t actually think I was leaving did he? A small wave of guilt washed over him, before it was quickly squashed away. Showing Itachi that would count as a weakness, that just wouldn’t do.

“Kakashi?”

Sasuke felt his eyes start to wonder to his brother’s body once more, the delicate curve of his hips, the lean shapes, flat stomach with noticeable abs.

“Look otouto, you can ogle another time, answer my question.” Itachi closed his eyes briefly, wishing he had put some clothes on, he was getting distracted, blood pooling in places it shouldn’t at the moment. A distraction would be noticeable to say the last. He shifted his weight to his other leg.

“Just returning the favour,” dark eyes swung upwards to meet Itachi’s. “Don’t think I didn’t notice this morning.”

The prodigy’s eyes widened a fraction at the unexpected forwardness, heart beating a little faster. That didn’t deter him from his original intentions.

“Is Kakashi going with you?” His voice came out slightly husky and stern sounding.

A hesitant nod came from Sasuke, as his brother’s eyes narrowed, mouth opened to respond.

“No.”

Sasuke was taken by surprise, a small voice telling him that something was wrong, that Itachi knew something he shouldn’t. He threaded a hand through his hair.

“Nii-san, I don’t have a choice in the matter.” He adverted his eyes, the bare skin of his brother suddenly seemed inappropriate for the discussion it appeared that they were about to have. Not only that, but he couldn’t help the way his eyes traced hidden muscles, forgetting the train of thought he was having.

A slender hand grabbed his chin and roughly forced him to look at smouldering eyes that were swiftly closer to him that they were a few minutes ago.

“I said, no.”

A tense silence followed the statement, a slight possessive tint coming off Itachi as eyes fought silently. Both bodies were rigid and on edge as Sasuke broke the connection and evaded his eyes.

“I know what he has done to you.”

The grip on his chin tightened as Sasuke’s breath got caught in his throat. With a scoff of disgust Itachi sharply let go of the teen’s skin as if it burned. The younger Uchiha tightened his grip on the cushions once again, his face burning in shame. Only Itachi could make him feel this lowly. Only his own flesh and blood could make him feel what would normally be petty emotions to him to such an extreme; indignity, anxiety, lust, love.

Itachi turned around and walked away towards his room, leaving Sasuke struggling to catch his breath, eyes focused on the ground.

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Sasuke laid on his bed, staring at the ceiling, being slightly asphyxiated by the stuffy heat of the enclosed room. Lazily rolling out of the bed, he headed over to the window and pushed it open, breathing in deeply in the cooling breeze. Shuffling back to his bed, huddling in the covers, trying to find a comfortable spot, he returned to let his mind drift as he stared at the ceiling.

His thoughts had been solely occupied by his nii-san the last few hours. After what had happened in the living room it was hard to get Itachi out of his mind. The way he looked like when Sasuke claimed that he was leaving, the desperate, angry look that flashed through his eyes. It made the younger Uchiha relieved to know that his aniki did care for him in one way or another. Thoughts went back to that one moment when his beautiful brother had told him that he knew what Kakashi had been doing to him. Sasuke winced and furrowed further into the bed.

He stretched, and blanked his mind, trying to block all unpleasant thoughts.

Sasuke’s mind then decided that it should start giving him more than impure thoughts, as if to aid in the blocking. Seeing the long haired male fresh out of his shower, towel low on his hips, water softly trailing down his chest, he knew the image would stay secured in his mind, for nights like this. Nights when he let his guard down and admitted feelings and urges for his own flesh and blood that he would later deny in the morning. No one was watching, he didn’t need to keep up pretences.

He breathed in deeply once again, turning to look at his night stand to check the time. Itachi should be asleep by now.

Visualizing the lean body, hard, pale and beautiful, he let a hand travel past the covers and under the waist of his boxers to tenderly grip heated flesh. Letting a shaky breath out, he let go of the hardness and ran his fingertips ghostly across his thighs, goosebumps erupting on his flesh. He had sudden visions of running those fingers down Itachi’s chest, letting them tease and pull at pink nipples, gripping his hips while leaning in to nip at the now hardened buds. More shaky breaths and his hand was back at his cock, slowly sliding up and down, stopping to tease at the slit on top every now and then, relishing the pleasure that he was experiencing.

His legs automatically parted, and now he was tugging at his brother’s towel, which fell behind to expose the hot flesh he had been seeking.

In his mind, Itachi pushed him back onto the couch, before catching his mouth in a breath taking kiss. Tongues slid across each other, tasting and teasing out small pleasured sounds from both of their throats. They broke for needed air and obsidian eyes met briefly, before the body was pulled back down again on top of his. Itachi’s slender hand pulled impatiently on his shirt, before sliding it off him. Kisses were now trailing down the smaller ones jaw and neck, stopping at his pulse point to suck and nip pointedly, marking what was rightfully his before liking it softly as if to soothe it. Moans were liberally escaping from Sasuke, as he lifted his hips to gain more friction, before being pushed back down rather forcefully, denied the pleasure as Itachi still explored his brother’s smooth chest, marking pale skin where he pleased.

In his bed, Sasuke’s pumping increased in speed, before smearing the precome that had slipped out over his cock to ease the way for his hand. His other hand wasn’t idle; it traveled downwards, stopping to caress tight balls before making its way to his entrance, which he teased with feather light strokes, causing shudders to run down his body.

“Hahh…fuck...Itachi.” His brother’s name was breathed out, forbidden pleas and whimpers moaned out of such a pretty mouth.

Sasuke winced slightly as he felt his finger slip into him, thinking he should of at least gotten some Vaseline before he started this. But it was okay, his brother wouldn't be that gentle anyway. Imagining Itachi starting to unbutton his pants, pulling them down a little roughly to get to his prize, Sasuke’s back arched on the bed.

“Itachi”

A loud exclamation ripped itself from the pale throat as he gave in to the intense feel of pleasure only himself could bring.

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Itachi had gone down to visit the kitchen, getting himself some fresh water for his dry throat. Mulling over his thoughts as he drank the clear liquid, he thought he heard something. Shrugging it off as the cat getting stuck somewhere, he put the glass back, stretched and made his way back up the stairs.

“Hnn”

Freezing, he listened closer. That didn’t sound like the cat. Dark eyebrows furrowed in thought as he followed the sound.

His body went suddenly rigid as he stopped near the vicinity of Sasuke’s room. The door was slightly open, a sliver of moonlight shining down into the hallway. He walked in closer, breathing coming in a little rougher.

“Hahh-”

He swore his heart stopped beating as he heard the lusty groans escaping from the opening in front of him. ‘Oh fuck.’

“Itachi”

Itachi screwed his eyes shut as he struggled to control his breathing. Hands clenched, blunt fingernails leaving crescent moon shapes over his palm, as he leaned his head back against the doorway. Hands clenched tighter, nails broke through skin.

He was breaking apart. He really was.

Taking a deep breath, Itachi raised a very slightly bloody hand and pressed it against the door. Exhale. He knew his self control was slipping. He couldn’t do this. Not with Sasuke, not with his baby brother. And yet, he knew, he fucking knew that he would. He needed it and he was finally, finally, comprehending that Sasuke needed it just as much.

Soon.

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AN: This was supposed to be playful smut. I’m serious. But I didn’t want it to be a PWP so I tried to put a little more feeling into it. It turned out kind of angsty. I fail. At life.

Okay, second part coming soon.