Rapt Attention

AN: Had fun writing this one. Enjoy.

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With two minutes to spare before the lecture began Sasuke waltzed into the room and took a seat, one of the ones by the aisle in the third row from the back. He tossed his backpack onto the seat beside him under the pretenses of pulling out a spiral notebook and left it there, hoping it would hinder those who got it into their head to try and maneuver themselves into the seat beside him. Not that it ever really helped. Apparently for all the effort he put into trying to be the epitome of brooding and antisocial, he was a dud in that department. Sasuke suspected it had something to do with the fact that for all his lack of interaction he was still a jock—the byproduct of his intense hatred for a lazy lifestyle—and so despite any number of hateful barbs dropped upon unsuspecting fangirls, and air headed teammates, without fail he ended up with at least one or two people trying to make a pass at him, or trying to cozy up to him under the all together too innocent guise of taking the unoccupied seat next to him. Well it was certainly occupied today, by his backpack...which was going to remain in place until every other seat in the class filled up...which was unlikely considered how hard it had been to get into this particular course. That coupled with the fact that the professor who taught the course was notorious for kicking out students who were tardy meant most likely that Sasuke was safe... hopefully.

Sasuke dropped back the hood of his sweater and shook his hair out, letting his bangs hang in his eyes to avoid the awkward act of looking about the room at everyone else in the class. The act of making eye contact with someone and then looking away awkwardly was always something that Sasuke had felt uneasy about, though not as uneasy as when he actually had to engage in idle chatter with people he had no particular liking for.

Just as the minute hand on the clock at the front swung around to the large number twelve at the top the door at the back of the room swung open with a dull crunch that indicated the latch on one of the double doors catching against the wood of the other. Sasuke didn't bother to swing his head around to look at the man who walked in though many of those sitting forward of him did. He had heard tell that their professor was considered to be eye candy by many of the vicarious girls who took the course... though it was almost a taboo subject and no one came out to admit the fact, as though some gauntlet would be dropped if they said those unholy words aloud. Sasuke knew that there were those who tried to get into the course simply for the professor alone but he had recoiled mentally at that thought... it was pathetic the length some girls went to in order to satisfy some running fantasies in their twisted little heads. Sasuke had never seen the attraction to such an obsession... in fact he had never before felt the need to act so irrationally towards anyone at all for any sake let alone on the basis of physical attraction.

Sasuke had tried his hardest to get into this particular course because it had interested him, not because it afforded him the chance to sit around and think of his professor's dick...or any other part of his anatomy for that matter.

In his peripheral vision he saw his professor stride past, a white and black blur. Sasuke saw a moment later that the man was wearing a black button down vest over a white shirt with a neatly ironed set of slacks. His hair was pulled in a slick black ponytail and Sasuke thought he had caught a glimpse of glasses as he trailed his figure down the aisle with his eyes. His eyes cut across the seats in front of him as their professor cut across the front of the class and Sasuke found himself scowling darkly as he caught gazes with a handful of people who hard turned to look at their prof's entrance and ended up staring at him instead. All of them had the grace to look ashamed as they turned their attention back to the front under the force of his heated glare.

Heaving a sigh, Sasuke pulled out a cheap black pen and scribbled down the date in the top corner, underlining it twice,. He chewed on his lip a little and felt the cracked skin peeling under the worrying of his teeth and tongue. Sasuke tongued the small indentation where his lip piercing had once been. He had removed it once he had started playing college sports, hating the way it ached after being pressed against a mouth guard for the span of a game or worse yet, practice.

Sasuke's eyes shot to the front of the room as he heard the telltale tap of chalk on brittle blackboard. His eyes felt to the chiseled dip of his professor's shoulder blades as his arm lifted up to scrawl out thin white letters on the board. Chewing his lip harder Sasuke tried to concentrate on the white letters on the crisp black of the board instead of at the way the man's collar scrunched a little as it poked out from under the vest.

After a moment the words sank in and Sasuke flinched.

Professor Uchiha.

Sasuke felt like he had been punched in the gut, a little winded and disoriented. That name was familiar, too familiar what with being the surname he had made use of every day of his life. Sasuke could see the image before in his mind without ever having to close his eyes. He had been younger then, four or five when he had first met Uchiha.... Itachi. The name came to him like rolling thunder, slipping through his unmoving form with the ease of a hot knife through butter. Sasuke remember standing at the door to his father's study, clutching the carved wood bordering for dear life as he had watched with wide eyes the boy that sat sullen in the chair at his father's desk. He remember the boy looking at him once, maybe twice for all the while that he had stood there, before his father had picked him out and chased him away, shutting the door on his reluctant retreat.

Itachi had come into his life once more after that. On his ninth birthday. He had stormed into the house into the middle of his party and dragged Sasuke's father off to yell at the man in discretion. Sasuke had heard Itachi's angry words through the walls when he had gone to seek out his father some time later. He had nearly been bowled over by the young man as he had stormed from the room at his tentative knock.

His father had waved him in with a frustrated scowl on his face. Shutting the door he had explained to Sasuke that Itachi was his half-brother. The son of his.... former lover. The knowledge hadn't hit him over the head until later that night as he lay thinking about what his father had told him. Sasuke had found out later the whole story from the servants and one of his uncles even, the truth of the matter: that Itachi had been the son of his mistress. Sasuke's mother had been his true and legal wife, but after many frustrated years of not being able to conceive with her Fugaku had taken a lover on the side. When Itachi was born Fugaku had readily named him the heir, though in secret. When Sasuke had been born, Fugaku had refused to revoke the Uchiha name from Itachi despite having a legitimate heir. At age thirteen Itachi had lost his mother in a car crash, and had been brought to Fugaku—that had been when Sasuke had first met him. Fugaku had promptly sent him away to live and study abroad. When Sasuke had turned nine, a few months before Itachi came of age, Fugaku had had a change of heart and named Sasuke his rightful heir—that had been the second time Sasuke had met Itachi, in anger and the heat of betrayal and Sasuke remembered the look of loathing that Itachi had razed him with on his way out. He hadn't seen his half brother since....until now.

Sasuke snapped himself from the reservoirs of his memories only to discover that the pen in his hand hadn't been all that idle. Sasuke blinked slowly at the etched black lines that traced out Itachi's upper half onto the faintly lined first page of his spiral notebook. He saw that he had in fact begun to outline frames sitting a little low on the bridge of the other man's face and glanced up through his bangs to find the detail quite accurate. Not really able to help himself at this point Sasuke allowed his pen to continue to rove over the paper, watching Itachi at the front of the room through his hair. On occasion Sasuke gave into the urge to glance behind him but the two people who had bothered to sit any further back than him were at the other side of the classroom and so his paranoia was for naught.

By then end of the two hour lecture period Sasuke realized that he had nothing to show for the time wasted except a very detailed drawing of Itachi on the very first page of his notebook. For an instant he considered ripping it out and shredding it but it was a decent picture if nothing else and he knew it'd be a waste. Sasuke settled for shutting the cover hurriedly and shoving it into his backpack in all haste, not caring if the pages got mangled or crumpled...after all it would have been much worse if someone had seen the object of his attentions over the past little while.

The true force of his idiocy didn't hit him until three weeks later. It had been more than a little shocking when he had realized that he had forgotten to hand in the very first of the assignments for Itachi's class. Perhaps it was a given, seeing as he found himself lacking all relevant focus in the man's lectures, and still Sasuke found himself hating himself for the indiscretion. He should have known better...and really this type of inconsistency put him in the same league as all those mooning girls who applied for the class just so they could set their hearts a thumping by ogling their professor's ass. The worst part was he was better than that, or so he had thought.

Sasuke sat scowling at the brilliant white LCD screen of his laptop as he read and reread the email message on his screen. He could tell without having to think too hard about it that his professor was not very pleased with him at all. The class itself was small, maybe twenty or twenty five students in all so it was no surprise that his report had come up missing, but then again Sasuke had to wonder if Itachi did this sort of thing for everyone or if it was just because he was Sasuke Uchiha that he was getting such attention from the man. After all it must have been hard for Itachi to miss the fact that his half-brother was taking his class. It had Sasuke wondering why at all he had even been accepted into the course—surely Itachi must have had it out for him? Unless the intent was to have him fail the course indefinitely and thus have tarred his pristine academic record.... that would have been bitter vengeance indeed, but as things stood it seemed that Itachi needed to create no excuses for failing Sasuke when he was managing to fuck up the whole thing royal quite well on his own.

Putting the thought from his mind, Sasuke settled down in front of his computer, a double shot of espresso in his hand and headphones covering his ears as his playlist alternated between grunge and classical music and cracked his knuckles. He was determined to write the most insightful paper that Itachi would ever see even if he remained a professor well into his greying years and he didn't care that it would in all likelihood be a waste of his time. After all if what everyone said about his professor was true then he wouldn't get a chance to hand the paper in at all, because as sure as the sun was to rise, so would Sasuke be given the boot from Itachi's course...of that much he was certain. Why else would Itachi make an appointment with him a full two hours before class started?

Still it was a matter of principle and so Sasuke let his fingers race across the keyboard as the seconds, minutes, hours ticked on.


When Sasuke swung the door open to the class room where he regularly took lectures he flinched a little at the crunch of the door which was odd because he had gotten fairly use to the noise. Sasuke dropped his headphones to his neck—wearing them though he had forgotten his mp3 player meant that he had a fair excuse to ignore anyone who might have otherwise wanted to get his attention—and strode down the aisle to the front of the classroom. Itachi was standing at the front of the room, his arms crossed over his chest casually as he leaned against the small wooden desk that was at the front of the class. The desk and the lectern were both situated on a raised platform and so Sasuke found himself rather surprised when he was staring evenly at Itachi despite being a step lower than him. Sasuke hadn't realized that the other man had been so...well short.

The paper in his hand, the result of what had been a very intensive all nighter crumpled a little as his fingers clutched at it reflexively.

Sasuke stood staring at Itachi for a moment, unsure as to whether he was expected to speak, and more than a little distracted at seeing his half-brother up close after so very long. He noticed the subtle things that he had missed in all those distracted hours he had spent staring at him from afar. Sasuke saw now that Itachi looked a little tired, with shadows under his eyes and a mouth set in a faint frown. His hair was for the most part pulled neatly into a ponytail at the base of his neck, but his bangs were mussed as they hung in his eyes, either missed by the elastic or else too short to be pulled back, black locks of hair fell against his cheekbones and in front of his ears. Stray locks of hair were caught behind the frames of his glasses which sat against the bridge of his nose, black with thin lines, crisp as they cut across the lines of his face.

"You wanted to see me?" Sasuke asked at last, feeling a little hot under the collar for the sense of anxiety that gripped him. Sasuke clenched his hands again, feeling the cool metal of the rings on his fingers pressing against one another and against his own flesh.

"Would you like to explain to me why you think that you could get away with not handing in your paper?"

Sasuke swallowed, feeling very suddenly dry mouthed. He let the breath out in a slow exhale and brought his eyes up to catch Itachi's gaze refusing to back down against the other man's almost oppressive presence.

"I wasn't aware of the assignment." Sasuke said. He suspected that the truth was his best bet.

Itachi raised a careful eyebrow but made no other move. His pale lips parted slowly and Sasuke caught himself worrying his own lips and stopped the act immediately.

"Then, explain to me what it is that you do in my class. Because I'm quite certain that I mentioned the paper on more than one occasion throughout my lectures."

Sasuke swallowed hard but steeled his gaze, not letting Itachi glare him down. There was no coherent answer forming in his mind and so Sasuke kept his mouth shut. A few moments of silence followed in which Sasuke found himself staring down Itachi who looked to be entirely unfazed.

"Tell me, do you feel some sort of entitlement? Did you think that you could just get away with simply cruising through my class?" Itachi's eyes narrowed and Sasuke's mind drew a blank again, though his gaze did catch on the way Itachi's lashes, dark and thick, brought out the deep gray of his eyes.

"Er..." Sasuke wasn't usually one for words and he was just fine with that, but being speechless now he felt stupider than he could ever remember feeling in his life.

"I seem to have over estimated your capabilities in allowing you into this course." Itachi said coldly, his eyes closing briefly and Sasuke felt a flare of anger at that, a flash in the pan, but it was enough of a wake up call to bring him to speak.

"It's not like I haven't done it at all..." Sasuke flashed his paper in front of Itachi's face before continuing on. "I don't expect to sit back and pass the course. I made an honest mistake, and if you want to fail me for it then it's fine. It's not like you want me in your class anyways..."

Sasuke scowled as his back teeth caught on his tongue in his anger. He pressed his tongue against his cheek to keep from cursing and hung his head a little, avoiding Itachi's gaze as he waited for his half-brother's wrath to crash over him.

"If I hadn't wanted you in the class then I certainly wouldn't have let you in. You may not have known who I was when you applied for this class but you can take me on my word when I say that I was perfectly aware of who you were."

Sasuke looked up quickly.

"Then why did you let me in?" Sasuke asked bitterly. Had he been right in thinking that Itachi had been looking to torture him...but no, that didn't seem quite right either.

"I wanted to see what you were capable of. The application checked out, and really I expected better from you considering your track record."

Sasuke scowled.

"Yes well having you as my professor is more than a little distracting." Sasuke whispered heatedly, feeling a slow heat crawl into his cheeks as he said it. He wondered why his voice had sounded so tight, and why those words had hurt his chest and throat coming up.

Itachi pushed up his frames and brushed his bangs from directly in front of his eyes. "Oh? And what exactly about me is distracting to you?" Itachi asked.

Sasuke blinked slowly, trying not to rerun the picture of Itachi's lips in their deliberation around the words he had spoken. Sasuke swallowed. He should have known that he wouldn't have been able to handle this confrontation. He had no idea why he hadn't just dropped the course when he had realized just how screwed he was for Itachi's course...only that was the problem right there. It was the class that Itachi taught and his biggest obstacle was his obsession with his half-brother in the first place. So really he had been screwed from the get go—only it hurt so much more to have to admit that to himself whilst being faced with the object of his obsession.

"I don't think you need me to tell you." Sasuke said darkly, tonguing the indentation on his bottom lip in a preoccupied manner. There was really no need to give his brother any more satisfaction then he would already get from being able to kick him out of the class by admitting that in some senses he was worse than the love struck, overly hormonal, downright psychotic women that stalked Itachi out of sheer principle. It didn't help that as soon as he began to think along such a line his mind supplied him with some of the more inappropriate thoughts that had been running through his mind over the past two weeks. "Are we done? Can you just get it over with and give me the boot already?" Sasuke asked venomously, glaring through narrowed eyes at the indifferent expression on his half-brother's face.

Sasuke gained a measure of satisfaction in the fact that at least his anger in this last moment had garnered him a reaction other than mild distaste on the part of Itachi.

"Did you want to drop my class?"

Sasuke scowled, not in the least in the mood for the other man's toying. He brought his hand up to brush back his bangs, trying and failing to tuck them behind his ear and wincing as his finger hooked painfully on one of three rings that pierced the shell of his left ear.

"Look—"

"I hadn't intended to kick you out of my class, Sasuke."

He couldn't help but shiver as he heard his name on Itachi's lips. The tone of his voice was almost hypnotic and the realization that his pants were starting to get a little tight came over him. Sasuke felt the blush crawl up in his cheeks again despite his best efforts. This was the last thing he wanted...there was no way he'd be able to face Itachi again if his half-brother discovered the fact that he had the hots for him...so unbearably and completely so. Sasuke avoided the urge to shake his head in order to clear it, and clenched his dull and nearly non-existent nails into the flesh of his palm. He wondered if he was shaking as mush as he felt he was from the effort of keeping from losing his cool.

"This was simply meant to be a wake up call. I'm not unreasonable."

"As if, Itachi—"

"You will address me as Professor, or Sir. I will have none of your insubordination." Itachi said in a low voice. And that was the last of it. Sasuke couldn't take it any longer. Itachi's voice had snaked through his body like liquid warmth and he had felt his cock twitch to attention. And while every part of his rational brain screamed to him that he was being the world's biggest idiot he couldn't help himself. He took a step forward, pushing up onto the step.

Itachi straightened up, but didn't show any other signs of recognizing Sasuke’s very suddenly aggressive stance. Sasuke felt his paper drop from his limp fingers and he let his bag drop from his shoulder and hit the ground with a muffled thump.

Itachi gave him the once over, his eyes lingering faintly on his crotch and Sasuke didn't miss the indiscretion, or the way Itachi's eyes lidded momentarily as they screened the bulge in his pants.

"A distraction you said?" Itachi asked, his voice liquid gold.

"Yes...sir." Sasuke husked stepping forward. He was close enough to Itachi's still leaning form that he could feel the other man's breath against his the cusp of his neck where the zipper on his hoodie was just slightly parted. Taking that last step forwards Sasuke let his lust shiver through him, his fingers burning to life as he pressed it against the navy blue cashmere polo sweater that stretched over Itachi's torso, clinging tightly. Itachi tilted his head up, his eyes challenging and Sasuke couldn't help himself anymore. Leaning in he pressed his lips to the smooth skin of Itachi's jawline. When he wasn't pushed away Sasuke surged up and pressed his lips hard against Itachi's, his breath was like stone in his lungs and the single thought that echoed through his head was mocking the sheer ludicrousness of the situation.

Itachi's mouth parted and Sasuke felt the blood rush from his head, a low moan slipping past his teeth as he felt his hips push forward a little, sliding his crotch faintly against the jut of Itachi's hip. Sasuke flinched back with what must have been a dumb expression on his face as Itachi pushed him away with a firm hand splayed on his chest. Sasuke closed his eyes and took a deep breath in an effort to keep from doing something that he would later regret.

"Are you certain that this is what you want to do?" Itachi asked, and he sounded as though he was having a much harder time keeping his cool. Sasuke smirked. His crotch was still pressed firmly against Itachi's hip.

"Positive. Sir." Sasuke growled, a feral smile on his lips as he dipped his head to the smooth column of Itachi's neck, laving it with his tongue before whispering faint kisses against the pale white skin. Sasuke felt his cracked and peeling lips catch against the unblemished surface of Itachi's neck and had the sudden urge to see more of it. With hurried fingers he jerked up the hem of Itachi's sweater and then untucked the crisp white shirt from Itachi's waistband. He hitched both the shirt and the sweater up, appreciating how the tight cling of the sweater kept the shirt from slipping back down. With splayed and eager fingers Sasuke explored the smooth skin of Itachi's abdomen.

Itachi's hand came up to his hair to guide his lips back up so that they were kissing again, this time faster, their tongues darting out to brush against each other, tentatively at first and then so firmly. Sasuke's mouth felt dry and he winced as Itachi's teeth dragged over the peeling skin. He felt his bottom lip crack in the way it stung, but Itachi's tongue slid over it, washing away the blood that welled up before pulling away and panting against his neck. Sasuke unbuttoned Itachi's pants as heat throbbed through him. In the background he heard the telltale sound of a zipper being drawn and saw Itachi's pale hands against his hoodie.

Sasuke leaned in and ground his erection against Itachi's hip before pulling down Itachi's pants. His boxer briefs were a dull gray colour and the outline of his stiffening cock was apparent in the material. Sasuke slipped his hand into them through the front, not bothering to yank them down quite yet as he palmed the other man's hot erection. His hand felt it was on fire as he slid it against Itachi's shaft, pressing it against the other man's body in order to accommodate for his restricted movement. Itachi's hips bucked up a little so that his cock was being pressed firmly against his palm and Sasuke groaned as he saw his half-brother half-lidded eyes watching him keenly. Pulling his hand from the confines of Itachi's underwear, he divested the other man of the material and the pushed him down against the desk. He marveled at the way Itachi's ribs poked through his skin as he arched back against the desk, leaning on elbows and looking thoroughly ravished and still so entrancing.

That Itachi was so lean had surprised him. Sasuke had expected him to have at least a little more meat on his bones. And perhaps a little colour, he thought, as he watched the pale white skin of Itachi's stomach and hips against the dark wooden grain of the desk with hunger. He leaned in and braced his hands on either side of Itachi's hips as he nuzzled Itachi's arching cock with his nose, breathing deeply as he did. He grinned as he felt the organ twitch against his cheek and gave it a long, languid lick with the broad side of his tongue. He could tell by the way Itachi's muscles tensed up that he was wanting to thrust up and resisting.

Sasuke trailed his hand up Itachi's body and followed it with his tongue, pausing to kiss reverently at the dips and curves of the contracting muscles beneath Itachi's skin. He watching with fascinated eyes as his teeth left crescent moons in the tender flesh, angry and red, and his mouth and tongue pinked the otherwise blanched canvas. Sasuke let his hand trail lower even as his mouth worked upwards, pausing to suck against a few of the jutting ribs that were presented to him. One of Itachi's hands came to his hair, latching in briefly and the trailing through even with a ferocious grip making Sasuke's roots sting with abuse. He let out a huffing breath against Itachi's left side, enjoying the way it made his half-brother's ribs dance under his tongue. Itachi in turn trailed his fingers along the side of his head, down his neck and then back up to his ear. He dipped his pinky finger against Sasuke's earhole, mimicking the act of fucking it with the curved digit before moving on.

Sasuke hissed in faint surprise and pain as he felt Itachi hook into one of his piercings and yank hard, sending lightning wracking down his back and tendrils of electricity through his skull.

"Ah fuck." Sasuke cursed, burying his nose against the scrunched up material of Itachi's sweater just above his left nipple and breathing hard as Itachi caressed the shell of his ear with cold fingers.

Sasuke let his own fingers trail lower and circled two digits around the base of his brother's cock, and then over the crease of Itachi's sack. His brother's balls felt cool against the heated touch of his palm and he could feel the way Itachi's thighs trembled and clenched as he touched them. Sasuke worked his fingers behind them and his index finger pressed against the heat of Itachi's crease, his fingers caressing the rough yet tender skin he found. With his head still buried against Itachi's chest he breached Itachi with a single finger, squirming the digit past Itachi's clenching entrance with a fervent undulating motion. Above him he though he heard Itachi hiss out a word or two but they didn't register properly in his ears.

Working the finger deeper, Sasuke lazily stroked the inside of Itachi's right thigh with his free hand and scraped his teeth over the pale pink flesh of Itachi's nipple.

"Have you done this before?"

Sasuke paused and looked up, his eyes a little hazy with lust. Itachi had a look in his eyes that said that he needed more, a mixture of lust and need, and still his cheeks were a pale white and his lips a soft pink despite the fact that Sasuke had kissed them with bruising force. He had to wonder if his brother was anemic or something, because as beautiful as he was Sasuke didn't appreciate that he in all likelihood looked more disheveled than Itachi did at that moment.

Itachi's hand locked in the hair at the nape of Sasuke's neck and he could feel his brother's fingers worming through the gelled spikes at the back of his neck as though it were whipped cream or something equally as unresisting. Actually it was becoming hard to think when Itachi caressed his scalp at the base of his skull with tender fingers and Sasuke shivered at the sensation as it slid through his spine and along his tensed shoulders.

With the grip on the back of his head Itachi drew Sasuke in for another hard kiss, his teeth worrying Sasuke's bottom lip harder until he could feel the way the flesh tore under the force of Itachi's attention. Sasuke growled low in his throat, the sound halfway between a guttural moan and keening whine. He gasp against Itachi's lips as his bottom lip was released in favour of whispered words.

"Sasuke, tell me the truth. Have you been with anyone before now?"

"Yes." Sasuke hissed, adding a second finger. Itachi's brow creased and Sasuke was close enough that he could feel the way Itachi's body was trembling. He pumped the two fingers in and out, a simple motion, but fast enough that he knew Itachi's body couldn't help but react. He crooked his knuckles as he pushed in, stretching his brother's sphincter slowly, loving the way his flesh pressed in tight as a glove against his intruding digits. "I've fucked a couple girls before, back in high school... on and off."

"With a man?"

"Once." Sasuke breathed against Itachi's jaw, swallowing the intoxicating scent that was in the air all around him now, unavoidable as he pressed against Itachi's body. He wondered what his brother was so curious about at any rate... did he actually come off as such a novice? Sasuke felt a little bit indignant at that. He took his free hand and began to trail it over Itachi's cock, slowly but firmly tracing it's every contour and dragging his stubby nails over the slit. He grinned at the way Itachi's cock flushed a deep red at the attention, the head straining against the embrace of his taught foreskin.

Sasuke felt Itachi shoving the material of his shirt up and acquiesced by stepping back and stripping himself of his hoodie and the long-sleeved shirt he wore underneath. He watched with satisfaction for a moment as Itachi's eyes devoured his newly revealed flesh hungrily. Itachi sat forward as Sasuke stepped back in again and traced his hands over the chiseled muscles of Sasuke's abdomen, trailing cold fingers along the grooves and making Sasuke shiver. Reaching out with his other hand he undid Sasuke's belt and the series of metal buttons that held his formfitting pants on his hips, his fingers making quick work of each in turn.

A grin spread over Sasuke's lips as Itachi groaned upon the realization that Sasuke had forgone underwear all together.

"Fuck, could you be any more of a whore?" Itachi murmured, although his eyes had yet to leave the proud arch of Sasuke's cock .

"These pants are tight." Sasuke said with a shrug in way of explanation and Itachi looked up at him. Sasuke leaned forward and went to take the frames of Itachi's glasses from his face but Itachi stopped him.

"Don't." He said shortly.

"Why not?" Sasuke asked stepping forward and slipping a hand under Itachi to knead the firm flesh of his ass, unable to keep himself from touching the other man when he was sitting before him ready to be fucked seven ways to Sunday.

"My eyesight is terrible even on a good day." Itachi murmured and Sasuke said no more of it, Instead he leaned in and dragged his lips over Itachi's again, moaning at the very slight sensation of his eyelashes brushing against the lenses of Itachi's frames even as his fingers forcefully parted the cheeks of Itachi's ass and delved into the damp warmth of his crease once more.

Experimentally Sasuke pressed the tips of two fingers lightly against Itachi’s entrance once more and groaned as he felt Itachi push back heavily against the probing digits. Sasuke hissed as Itachi lodged a hand in his hair and jerked his head up hard as he tried to tease the pale nub of his left nipple with his teeth.

“Not on the desk.” Itachi bit out, his eyes fluttering a little as he held himself back. Biting back the sound of frustration, Sasuke cast his eyes about the room, his gaze catching on the singular short lectern to the left side of the raised platform. It looked sturdy enough, and it was just a few inches higher than the desk, and temptingly tilted. Itachi watched his eyes alight on the structure and gave a curt nod, sliding himself swiftly off the desk.

Trailing behind his half brother, Sasuke watched Itachi’s taut ass all the way across the front of the room, his erection throbbing uncomfortably against the teethed opening of his pants with every step. Itachi turned to face him, reaching out with a single hand to grasp the purpled head of his erection. Sasuke leaned in and braced his hands flat against the lectern on either side of his brother’s lean body as his mind went pleasurably fuzzy with relief at the touch.

Tipping his head up Sasuke trailed his tongue against Itachi’s cheekbone, enjoying the feel of the soft flesh that spread over the prominent firmness of the bone beneath. Trailing his hands down either side of Itachi’s torso Sasuke took a firm grip on his hips and pushed up. Itachi released Sasuke’s erection, braced his hands him and let Sasuke help hoist him up.

Taking a deep steadying breath Sasuke resisted the urge to stroke himself as Itachi shifted his weight, trying to get comfortable; he knew he wouldn’t last past a few seconds if he worked himself up. When Itachi wrapped his legs around his waist he smirked at the way Sasuke’s eyes narrowed at the sensation of his brother’s ass coming to a rest against his erection.

With one hand still bracing his brother’s weight against the canted surface of the lectern Sasuke reached under Itachi’s curved body and slid his fingers into the close heat of his crotch and Itachi’s crease. It took him a moment to set himself straight with all the distraction of his brother’s subtly shifting hips to leave him panting heavily before they even got down to business.

Seeing the satisfied gleam in Itachi’s eyes, Sasuke felt a fiery indignation rise in him. His finger found the damply pulsing ring of Itachi’s entrance and slid his cock against his fingers. With the slick tip of his cock against Itachi’s hole Sasuke jerked his hips forward, giving a short yelp at the sensation of the tight vice that slid over his cock.

Sasuke shuddered, barely managing to keep his eyes open. It was painful how tight Itachi was, he didn’t think he could have come then for how badly Itachi’s sheath was constricting around his cock. Panting hard, he tried to catch his breath, feeling the jut of Itachi’s hip bone like a hot poker against his palm as his hand pressed hard against his brother’s hip.

A backwards twitch of his hips, with his bangs hanging mussed in his face had Sasuke groaning in satisfaction. It was sensational, the way Itachi’s tight flesh rippled around his cock making him see stars. Itachi grunted as Sasuke stopped with his cock half in, half out and leaned in to steal a quick kiss from his brother’s parted lips. He felt a sort of primal satisfaction at the ruffled bangs, and faint blush that had finally had the grace to alight high in Itachi’s cheeks.

“Ah—shit.” Itachi moaned. Sasuke grabbed Itachi by the hips and pulled him down hard, sheathing himself to the hilt. The clench in Itachi’s jaw was prominent, as his hands scrabbled for purchase against the slick wood of the lectern. Sasuke grinned tightly before pulling out and thrusting in again, this time with splintering force, feeling thankful that the old wooden structure was in fact perfectly well secured to the floor.

Itachi’s hands came up to lock against his neck, and Sasuke acquiesced to the harsh demand of Itachi’s lips as he tried to keep him mind on the act of keeping his hips moving even as his brother’s tongue plundered his mouth. Sasuke could feel the contracting effort of Itachi’s core muscles as he slid himself up and down to meet the rocking thrusts of Sasuke’s cock.

And then just as Sasuke felt his head spin from the lack of air for having Itachi’s tongue down his throat he felt Itachi pull his head away viciously, the back of his skull thudding hard against the wooden surface behind him as a lusty moan broke his lips. Sasuke felt the sting of Itachi’s nails gouging tracks in the back of his neck and down his shoulder blades.

Sasuke bit down on his lip and continued to piston into his brother, loving the way Itachi’s back curved to maintain the angle, and never giving Itachi the chance to catch his breath as he reveled in the solid heated sound of his flesh against Itachi’s sweaty hot body.

The low moans that slid past Itachi’s pale lips as Sasuke continued to find Itachi’s sweet spot with satisfying precision left Sasuke flushed and heady. He wrapped his hand around Itachi’s cock and barely had the mind thumb Itachi’s leaking head as he watched the picture of his brother enraptured, and barely able to breathe for the way Itachi’s insides swallowed his cock time and time again.

The distinct sounds of his own low grunts of exertion registered in his ears as he felt his limbs tremble with the sizzling sensation of his impending orgasm. Sasuke forfeited the overly finicky task of pleasuring Itachi’s cock in favour of reaching lower to caress his sac. Sasuke smirked, knowing he had made the right choice when Itachi arched hard under him, a low shout ripping through him as his eyes squeezed closed.

Two more short thrusts and Itachi’s body bowed under the force of the orgasm that crashed over him. Itachi hissed a low word that Sasuke didn’t even have the mind to discern as he watched the deliciously open expression that rippled over Itachi’s face as he shot his seed in hot streams against the taut skin that stretched over the bowed and tight muscles of his abdomen.

Sasuke bent in close, feeling his own breath huff up against his parted lips as he buried his nose against Itachi’s collarbone and continued to push in and out of Itachi’s clenching body. He felt Itachi’s heels dig into his spine. Itachi’s voice was strained under the continued assault and Sasuke barely felt the vice grip that his half-brother had in his hair.

Itachi groaned something that Sasuke didn’t hear under the searing effect of the incredible heat of his body around his cock. Four more short thrusts into that tight, clenching channel and Sasuke couldn’t help but let his hips jerk to a halt as Itachi’s rippling flesh milked him of his seed under the crash of white that blotted out his very limited vision of his brother’s pale heaving limbs.

It took him a few long moments to come back to his senses. When Itachi unwrapped his legs from around Sasuke’s waist, he slid himself out with what limited grace was left in him in the wake of trembling exhausted limbs, lifting his weight from off Itachi’s sweat slicked body as did so. He watched from the corner of his eye as Itachi gingerly slid off the lectern and padded over to where his pants lay by the desk.

Sasuke couldn’t take his eyes from the angry red lines that scored the exposed skin of Itachi’s body as he stepped into his underwear and pants in one movement and shuffled the material up snuggly to his hips with just a passing look of discomfort on his face.

Itachi straightened out his clothes, and loosed the tie on his hair to comb it into place with his fingers before tying it up once more. When he turned back, Sasuke had to marvel at how put together Itachi looked.

“Er…” Sasuke voiced slowly… not really sure of where he stood with Itachi any more. His brother strode up to him with sure long strides and pressed in close while snaking one hand up his neck and pulling him in for a deep breathless kiss. Sasuke groaned into Itachi’s mouth, savouring the feeling of a hot tongue against his even as he felt the sweet distraction of Itachi’s fingers digging into sweaty gouges on the back of his neck.

Itachi broke the kiss and fixed him with searing charcoal eyes. “Make sure you don’t mess up like that in my class ever again, Sasuke. This is your one and only second chance.” Itachi punctuated in a low purr against his lips. Sasuke nodded dumbly before moaning low in his throat at the realization of heated flush of blood to his crotch: his cock jumped to attention once more.

Sasuke went to thrust his hips forward, wanting to feel it rut against Itachi’s body but Itachi’s chilled fingers pressing his erection up against his bare abdomen stopped him in his tracks.

“Well aren’t you just a stud?” Itachi asked, his eyes flickering briefly to Sasuke’s fully erect cock.

“We have time for one more round.” Sasuke rasped, subtly thrusting his hips against the cage of Itachi’s hand.

“There’s less than an hour until lecture, I won’t risk it.” Itachi said, his voice flat as he stepped away. Sasuke groaned but didn’t press the matter. Instead he bit his lip as he confined his aching erection—and not without some degree of pain—to his too tight pants.

Sasuke strode back to where he had dumped his things and pulled on his shirt and hoodie before retrieving his paper. He then fished into his duffle bag and pulled out a towel before spinning to find Itachi leaning over his desk, seemingly engrossed in the task of looking over his lecture notes.

Itachi’s gaze flickered up as Sasuke tossed his paper onto the desk followed by his towel.

“What’s this?” Itachi asked, his eyes narrowing.

“My paper.” Sasuke said shortly. “And a towel. You can take a shower in the locker room at the athletic center next door if you’re quick.” Sasuke was about to turn to leave when he saw Itachi reach into the pocket of his pants.

Sasuke had to fumble to catch the ring of keys that Itachi threw at him.

“Wait for me in my car after lecture. It’s the black Benz McLaren.” Itachi said shortly and Sasuke parted with a nod, waiting until he had turned away to let the smug grin fall into place.

Darkness had fallen soundly when Sasuke walked into the parking lot, his bag swung over his shoulder and Itachi’s keys burning a hole in his pocket. He recognized the car before he ever caught a glint of its insignia, and swallowed hard. He took a quick appreciative circle around the car, his mouth salivating at the sleek lines of it before pulling the keys out and opening the driver side door. He slid his bag onto the passenger side seat and climbed in, reaching up to pull the door shut behind him. He slid the key into the ignition and turned, unable to help himself, and he thought he felt himself grow hard when the car purred to life around him.

The was no accounting for how Itachi managed to afford such a beauty on his professor’s salary but there was no doubt about how fine his half-brother’s tastes were. Sasuke closed his eyes and squared his hands on the wheel, imagine how it would handle a slow wide bend or a sharp left turn.

A sharp rap on the driver side window brought him to his senses. The door swung upward as it opened and Sasuke let his eyes catch with Itachi’s dark gaze.

“Can I—”

“No. The passenger seat, now.” Itachi said shortly. Sasuke swallowed but didn’t resist, There had been nothing in Itachi’s tone to even begin to suggest that he was in a position to negotiate. Sasuke slid himself over into the passenger seat and buckled in.

Itachi climbed into the driver’s seat and brought the door down with an affirming thud. Sasuke sat back with a sigh and spread his legs to ease a little pressure from his growing erection as he watched Itachi’s lean, languid body coax the car into gear under the soft blue glow of the interior as they peeled from the college parking lot.

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AN: Okay done for a contest over on Y! Didn't win but I had fun writing it. Waited till the contest was over to post it here....dunno why. Anyways I hope you guys enjoyed it.

- Incessant_Darkness