Brotherly Affection

Author’s note: This is part one of what will probably be a three (maybe 4) part story. I am currently working on the second half.

 

 

Brotherly Affection

:Part One:

Written By: Crimson2006

No Beta

For: YuukoUchiha

 

 

The twenty-five year old raven swallowed heavily and let his eyes drop to the table, his coffee cup returning to its previous spot as he went back to shuffling through his lecture notes. Currently it was Tuesday night, a little after six and Itachi was in his usual spot in the downtown district of Tokyo. It wasn’t an elaborate place or anything—rather just a hole-in-the-wall coffee shop that had a simplistic atmosphere and nice quiet undertones—but that’s why he liked it. No girls to hit on him. No fake people to chat idly with. And no interruptions other than the ones he wanted. It was a nice hideaway, and one of the few places where he could set aside his prestige and not have to worry about getting reprimanded. For Itachi, the latter aspect was one of the most important.

 

Eventually finding the set of notes he was looking for, the raven pulled a large law book out of his bag with his free hand. Gingerly he opened the said literature up; his dark eyes skimming for the chapter that was written in the syllabus. He was weeks behind in everything and was in dire need of catching up. Between classes, his home life and dealing with his newly established ex-girlfriend, school had been pushed to the side and it was starting to show. Not that law had been his first choice to begin with. Oh no, it wasn’t even on his radar as a possible occupation. His life had been always been about appearances though, and getting a good job after graduating college was no different. Always top of the class –Valedictorian in high school and successful to everything he did– Itachi had been expected to own up a dignified career, and becoming a lawyer was a graduating step; another way to please his father and live up to his family name. Itachi seriously hated it.

 

Flustered and tired the raven glanced down to the mess that was covering the table. Really he wondered why he tried so hard. This wasn’t the life he wanted –none of it ever had been– yet he didn‘t do much to try and change it. Please his family; neglect himself. Itachi wondered at point he’d picked up such masochistic trails. Even his brother had a stronger backbone then he did: the twenty-year old youth doing whatever he wanted, when he wanted, damn the odds.

 

Still, Itachi had deemed himself more responsible than his Otouto, and even if the choice made him habitually miserable, it was just a part of life that he had to deal with.  Not that you could tell. No. Itachi held the chaos in well; each lie tucked behind his stoic mask and the image of perfection that made his life seem blissful and smooth. To someone looking in, he had all his ducks in a row, every one accounted for, and it most certainly seemed like he was exactly where he wanted to be. That was a lie though. One that could be transparently seen by anyone who happened to stumble into the crappy coffee shop on a Tuesday or Friday around six pm, meander all the way to the back and behold his disheveled and fretting demeanor as he worried over a mountain of homework and struggled with a personal life that was falling apart. Not many people cared to drink coffee there though –Itachi often wondered how the shop even stayed in business– and even if they did, people in that part of town were too concerned with their own problems to care about his.

 

“You look like shit."

 

Well… almost all of them.

 

A small smirk played at Itachi’s lips and looked up from his book; the pure image of sexiness staring back at him. Like always Pein looked divine; that lean body clad in a tight fitting tee-shirt and a pair of low riding jeans. A thick white belt clung to those slightly exposed hips –the flesh peaking out almost teasingly– and steel tipped boots donned swift feet, no doubt a weapon that could be use when coaxed into a fight.

 

That carefree punk look –matched with his spiky red hair and various piercings—gave the other a completely different appeal from the one Itachi was used to being around. Oddly enough, that was one of the things that the raven liked most about the other.

 

“I didn’t think you were coming,” he spoke after a moment; tired expression unhidden to the red-head.

 

Despite the fact that he’d only know Pein for about a year, Itachi felt exceptionally close to the other man. It wasn‘t like they met often, or talked a lot –only on days when the raven found himself in the coffee shop– but there something honest in the elder that Itachi could genuinely admire. Pein never judged him and didn’t care about his family name. To the red-head, Itachi was simply ‘that dude’ that had picked up on the side of the road when it was raining and cold and he was sick with pneumonia. It had been a rare instance too, for Itachi to stick his neck out for a stranger, but when he’d seen Pein pass out in the middle of the street, he hadn’t been able to turn his back on the man. The raven was glad he’d gone with his instinct too. Pein was probably the only real friend he had. “You’re running late you know."

 

“Yeah, well client went overtime." Pein disclosed, only to turn around and elaborate. “Actually I left the fucker high and dry—he was taking forever. He had some crazy routine of kinks we had to go through before he could get off. It was ridiculous. I didn’t want to miss our special meeting for his stupid shit either. Getting my fix with you is much more important,” the red head winked.

 

Itachi rolled his eyes at Pein’s openness. That was another thing he liked about the elder. The man was very forward despite his taboo disposition in society. “You make meeting in a coffee shop sound like something sleazy,” he mumbled, eyes glancing back to his work as Pein took a seat.

 

“Well… we could make it more than just [i]sound[/i] sleazy,” he snickered, pulling out a crumpled pack of cigarettes. Ignoring the no smoking sign, Pein tapped one out and lit up, his lips taking a long, satisfying drag. For a moment the other’s eyes closed and he seemed to lavish in the taste of nicotine before fluttering the lids back open and speaking. “I mean sex helps with stress and you look like your drowning in it. Seriously one of these days you’re just going to snap, become a homicidal manic and start killing everybody off. By the way; I heard what happened with Konan. You doing alright with that shit?”

 

Itachi arched an elegant eyebrow, wondering, but not voicing his curiosity on how Pein knew what had transpired only a few hours prior. Granted that if they were in the same social circle it would be plausible, but Pein was an ex-host and current prostitute who lived on the shitty side of town. Itachi on the other hand, was worth more money than most people could make in a lifetime. “Who told you that?” he inquired, wondering if information could really travel that fast or that the world was just that small.

 

“It’s confidential,” Pein winked and Itachi again found that he was rolling his eyes.

 

“A client?” It had to be; Pein had a colorful collection. Itachi was surprised to be corrected however.

 

“Nah, not really. Someone I know from the club. He reminds me a lot of you. Well… he looks like you. His attitude is completely rotten. You should see him and Naruto get into it. They’re quite a pair."

 

Itachi just hummed and begrudging looked at his watch. He only had about an hour of study time left. It was disappointing. Of course he could force himself to read the two chapters that he should have skimmed last week, start his mid-term and work up the numbers his father asked him to do for their business. Or he could relax a little and chat with the only person he was able to be himself around.

 

The raven mused over his choices for a moment, but in the end opted to close the seven inch thick book, stuffing it back in his bag as he straightened his papers. Talking with Pein was his only way to vent, and right now a half-way normal conversation and the pretense of an equally normal life, was really what he needed. “So how is Naruto doing anyway?”

 

“He’s doing well. He says if you ever need a favor, hit him up. You know Naru. It still grates him that he hasn’t been able to pay you back for taking care of me when I was sick. You do have that life time discount though, I mean… if you ever want me to fuck you."

 

Itachi smirked a little at that and shook his head. In addition to being lax around Pein, the man was also the only one who knew that he was secretly gay. Itachi did realize that if Pein ever wanted to turn on him, he’d have a lot of blackmail material, but somehow he knew the older man wouldn’t do that. It just wasn’t Pein’s style. That’s why when the elder had called out on his sexual preferences, Itachi hadn’t denied it. In that sense there was always a breath of fresh air between them; this unwavering freedom that wasn’t held by any barriers, but simply expressed in their friendship and he cherished it most of all.

 

“Well that’s tempting, but you know I don’t bottom,” Itachi spoke reputably.

 

“Yeah well according to your homo-virgin dick, you don’t necessarily top either." Pein pointed out. “Because screwing a woman doesn’t prove shit."

 

“And screwing a man does?”

 

“Of course."

 

Itachi just hummed and the two bickered back and forth for a bit; chatting lightly about this and that until the hour Itachi had was long gone and past. Noting that he was going to have to pull another all-nighter when he got home, the raven picked up after himself and finished his third cup of coffee. “Well, I gotta go,” he spoke casually, his voice wavering a bit as his expression grew dim and Pein watched the layers of coldness wash over him. It always amazed the red-head how well the Uchiha could wear his masks. Then again if he hadn’t been so damaged –hadn’t known people who were just as worse– then maybe he wouldn’t have seen it; wouldn’t have looked hard enough to care. He liked Itachi though. The man had done him a favor when most people would have kept on driving.

 

“Yeah, it’s getting late. Naruto’s probably throwing a fit that I’m not back yet. I’m sure that kinky freak complained. But seriously the guy was a little too out there for me. Honestly who likes to be spanked with a paddle that’s slathered with butter and have you leg hairs plucked with tweezers before you rub one out?”

 

Itachi expression didn’t change but he shuttered ever so slightly. “That’s too much information Pein,” he spoke; his voice no longer lax but curt. Once he switched modes he found it easier if he didn’t revert back until he could stay that way for a while. “Whatever happened to client confidentiality?”

 

Pein –who was used to how fast Itachi could shift modes– just shrugged. “Well, I’m confident that he was a freak and I have the right to share that with you.” There was a pause and the red head opted to stand up as well, the wooden legs of the chair scraping against the cheap flooring, making a horribly dreadful sound. “Besides, I know you’re not going to go around blabbing shit."

 

The raven almost smiled at those words, but held it in. Instead his lips worked a small smirk and he gathered his bag and keys, heading towards the door as Pein followed him.

 

Outside the night air was cold; the moon hanging amid the balance of clouds, making the world seem less luminescent. All around the busy night life was active. Couples passing by holding hands, people working the streets, others just out to get drunk and have fun. They all seemed so carefree. Itachi couldn’t help but feel bitter.

 

“It’s not their fault,” Pein whispered close to his ear and the raven wondered when the other had gotten so close. “Here, if you change your mind." Holding out his hand, Itachi looked down to what Pein was offering him. It was a small white card with the name of some exclusive club printed on it. “Naruto’s usually there. Just ask him to hook you up. He‘s good at matching people together."

 

Black eyes lingered on the card and Itachi started to protest. He couldn’t accept the offer but his words fell short. Instead his lips was met with resistance, a soft threshold pressed against his own as Pein took advantage of his open mouth and explored it nice and slowly. Itachi could feel himself melt away into the contact; the hot searing kiss burning him the way down to his loins.

 

“Just take it,” Pein smirked when he finally pulled away. He knew Itachi was adamant about being top so he wouldn’t push things further than a kiss. He might have been strongly attracted to the man, but he didn’t bottom for anyone but Naruto. “In case you’re feeling lonely one night and you need someone besides me. All that stress ain‘t good for you…."

 

Itachi felt the lips leave him and heard the words. He said nothing as Pein pulled back, but accepted the card and tucked it into his pocket, the other flashing a smile before trotting off into the night. The raven couldn’t help but feel lonely in that moment. The colors of solitude washing over him; fluttering like a kaleidoscope of blinding brilliance that burned his eyes and yet he still couldn’t look away. For a good five minutes he probably stood there until he turned slowly to make his way to the parking lot.

 

To the outside world he looked graceful and bold. Inside he was dying a little more.

 

Itachi let a dwindled sigh press from stoic lips. He wondered how much more of this life he could take.

 

…

 

Two weeks later

 

Uchiha Itachi worked diligently as he sat as his desk, a little blue book in front of him as he punched numbers into the computer system. His father had put him in charge of finances for the family business and he was expected to comply with that schedule six days a week. Buying, selling, pay-roll or future events; if it dealt with money, it was in his jurisdiction. After all, financing was an important part of running a business and his father wanted to make sure he had perfected it.

 

Finishing one report and starting another, the twenty-five year old paid little mind to his father coming and going. It was mandatory that Fugaku attended meetings, checked with his secretary and stalked around the grounds of the company to randomly fire people who he noticed were goofing off. His father hated slackers and refused to finance them. That was why –when the elder sauntered back into the office around noon– Itachi paid little attention to him until he approached his desk.

 

“Fugaku?” Itachi questioned stoically, expression tight and forward, never letting an ounce of emotion slip through as a few strands of his long dark hair fell from his hair band to frame his face. Nonchalantly he brushed them aside and waited for his father to speak.

 

Fugaku, who was dressed to kill and looked absolutely professional, gave an almost hateful look to his older son. “I was thinking about Konan. We should invite her over for dinner tonight."

 

Itachi’s face stayed indifferent and he skillfully looked for any signs that his father might know about the break up before waving a hand dismissively, taking another file from the stack he needed to go through. “She’s pretty busy with class right now. I can ask, but there’s no guarantee." He was lying of course, but hadn’t figured out a good way to deliver the news to his parents –that and he didn’t want to deal with the drama it would cause– so he really saw no harm in a little white lie. Besides, how was he supposed to tell them that the girl he’d been with for over three years, finally got tired of being the man they’d raised him to be.

 

Looking back on it, Itachi honestly didn’t blame Konan for it. She’d been pretty sturdy to put up with him for as long as she did; which probably meant she was only in it for the money and his last name, but he knew matters like that were insignificant to his father. The man just wanted an heir and considering the fact that Itachi was already twenty-five, he’d been feeling the pressure for a good four years now.

 

As if to reading his thoughts, Fugaku seemed to speak the next words sternly.  “You should really purpose to her Itachi. She’s from a good family and you’ve been together for a long time. People are talking."

 

People? Really? No just his mother and father most likely. It was a bragging matter to them. Itachi knew he was going to have to disappoint them too. “Actually, I don’t think she’s the right girl for me—” he started, but was interjected by the older Uchiha.

 

“Don’t be ridiculous Itachi. She’s perfect. Her birthday is coming up right. Go by her a ring and purpose. I’m not asking you, I’m telling you to do it. Understand?”

 

The tone drawn was dark and expecting, and the look in his father’s eyes just as haunting.  Itachi knew he didn’t have a choice in the matter. It was do what you’re told or be disinherited. Granted that it was low blow, but his father was the kind of man who enjoyed playing that trump card.

 

“I understand."

 

“Good, now get back to work. I expect to see Konan tonight for dinner."

 

With that said Fugaku walked off, leaving the office again for whatever cause. Itachi sighed and took a deep breath. He had a lot to think about and not much time to consider it.

 

…

 

Dark eyes looked at the flashing yellow sign that was posted crookedly against the building. This was the place. Well, according to the name on the card that Pein had given him it was.

 

In all honestly Itachi wasn’t sure what he was doing there –after getting off work, going to three hours of class and studying at home for a while– he’d accidentally stumbled across the said card on his way to Konan’s, and unexpectedly found himself at the club instead. Maybe it was his last desperate attempt to break free. Then again even if he went in there and lived the moment up, it wasn’t going to mean anything in the morning. He would still wake up to this hellish nightmare and loneliness. His father would still want him to marry Konan, and he would probably do it. Drive over to her house, say the words and offer her a lifetime of fame and riches at his side. Hell, he’d been about ready to do that an hour ago but he'd taken the detour here.  Maybe it was a sign.

 

Or...maybe he was just being stupid.

 

Itachi let himself linger in front of the building for another five minutes before his resolve completely crumbled. What the hell, if he was going to be miserable for the rest of his life, he could at least have one good night to remember. Stalking up to the front door, the Uchiha presented the business card that Pein had given him to the bouncer—the man taking a good look at it before waving it under a black light and nodding with satisfaction. “Alright you can go in,” he was told and he stepped into the massive sized building, lights and music flooding his sense. Having never been in a club, he found himself wandering around for a bit. Along the way he was greeted by a few hosts; one which explained the rules to him and then pushed him off in the direction of the bar. 

 

Sitting down at the counter, he took note of the two drink limit –he vaguely recalled that one of the rules was that you had to be somber if you were going to engage in sexual relations– and ordered a water. There was no point in diluting the moment if it was a onetime deal, not even by means of a couple drinks.

 

Looking stoic and perfectly available, Itachi turned down at least a dozen men and women before a tanned hand grabbed his shoulder and a familiar face slid into view.

 

“Holy shit it is you Tachi."

 

Itachi watched the smug visage of the other; blue eyes filled with mirth. Even though he’d only met Naruto on a half-a-dozen different occasions, he was always mesmerized by the pure energy the younger man gave off. It was almost like a never ending pool of happiness. Almost, because Itachi could read through it and there was some deep sadness in there as well. Naruto was just better at masking it then most people.

 

“Hello Naruto,” he greeted; the blonde taking a seat next to him and ordering a drink.

 

“So what brings you here? I mean, I can guess, but you might just be looking for Pein."

 

Itachi shook his head, taking a slip of water before looking around. “No. I’m not looking for him. I’ve been doing a lot of thinking though…” his voice dwindling as the blonde took the opportunity to interject.

 

"...And you want me to fuck you. Sure. I’m up for it."

 

If Itachi had been anyone else he probably would have spit out his water at that comment –Naruto was an exotic kind of hot, and according to Pein, never offered himself up to outsiders– but Itachi had enough dignity not to do that. Instead he kept a flat expression, saying nothing as Naruto’s visage eventually wavered and the nineteen year old cracked up laughing.

 

“So serious Tachi…and that’s the exact reason why I would do you! You're so cute,” Naruto smiled and took a drink of his dirty martini. “Anyway, I have the perfect person in mind for you. I think he can handle your personality pretty well and he doesn‘t mind bottoming. Here…” Digging in his pocket Naruto pulled out several keys, setting each one on the counter till he found what he wanted. “You’ve been told the rules right,” he double checked, handing the red key over only when Itachi nodded that he had. The club wasn‘t like most on the strip; it had a little of everything, but a general set of rules that were harshly enforced. Too many things could go wrong when it came to some of the more serious kinks, and double checking comprehension was always a must. “Okay so just a reminder, you get charged by the hour once you enter the room –no exceptions, though I’ll give you a discount– and you have to wear a condom. Other than that, have fun." Giving Itachi a wink, Naruto pulled himself away from the bar and disappeared back into the crowd.

 

Itachi continued to sit there for another minute, his mind churning heavily before he stopped second guessing himself and slipped off the chair. Turing around, he was slightly surprised when a young girl tumbled into him, both his and her key clattering to the ground.

 

“Oh. My. God, I am so sorry,” the girl replied, trying to catch her balance as she fumbled with her stilettos. “It’s these fucking shoes. I can’t walk for crap in them!” her angry voice wavering as she looked up. Suddenly her scowl disappeared and she stared dumbfounded at the god she’d just ran into. “Wow… do you work here too? I mean… you look almost as sexy as S—”

 

Before the girl could say anything else Itachi was pushing her away. Reaching down, he grabbed the red key closest to him and then the one that was next to the woman with the ridiculously high stilettos, returning the latter to her. “You should really watch where you’re going." He quipped, voice cold which earned him a huff and a glare before the bitch stormed off. Women, Itachi sighed. They were so temperamental. He didn’t want to think about what spending the rest of his life with Konan was going to be like.

 

Shaking away those thoughts, Itachi headed back towards the rooms that were located on the opposite side of the bar. After getting propositioned a few times along the way, he was finally able to make it to the long hallway that housed countless sets of doors. Unsure of the room number, the raven finally glanced down to the key in his hand; the red metal paired with a faded gold colored number that made him wonder how many other people had held the said key in their hand.  

 

He had to imagine that it was probably a lot.

 

Not prone to wasting any more time, Itachi looked up and started his way down the hall. Each door was identically painted in white with a little number on it, but no two numbers were exactly the same. Coming to number nine, the raven stopped in front of its threshold. For a moment he thought about turning around and leaving, but he brushed the notion aside. He had made the choice to come this far and he wouldn’t turn back now. Itachi knew he might have spent his whole life submitting to his father’s desires, but he had a mind of his own, and could be very forthcoming and determined. He wanted this, so there was no need to deny himself of the opportunity.

 

Graceful and smooth, Itachi reached forward and pushed the key in the lock; the mechanism clicking as the handle was turned. The raven confidently held his mask in place and gingerly stepping inside. The first thing that he noticed was that the room was small. It consisted of a bed that looked to have clean sheets on it, a mirror above and behind the bed, as well as one across from it. Next to that was what looked like a small, sliding closet door and a simple nightstand; a note scribbled on a post it that was stuck to the shade of the lamp donning it.

 

This of course both caught his attention and explained why the room was empty.

 

'Five minute break. Take a seat. I’ll be right back.'

 

Itachi read the words over, noting that the writing somehow looked familiar, though he couldn’t peg why that was. Then again, he looked at hundreds of documents a day when it came to work. It was probably natural that one style closely resembled another. Sometimes they actually all looked the same.

 

The raven returned the note to lamp shade and looked around the room again. He couldn’t help but wonder what kind of person he was going to be with. Pein had always said Naruto had good taste when it came to pairing people together –apparently it was one of the reasons the blonde had taken his current job at the club– so he didn’t doubt the choice. It was just everything seemed as impersonal as his decision to get back together with Konan. It really made him think about if he wanted to do it. Not this of course—but going back to her. Was it really fair to either of them? Maybe getting disowned was better…

 

Taking a seat on the bed, Itachi tossed the key down on the dark blue comforter and reached down, slipping off his shoes. Half-way through the first one, he heard the door open and shut, his eyes not yet bothering to look up and see who his partner for the night was going to be.

 

At least not until the figure spoke, and then all he could do was look up in surprise. Despite the fact that the pale back was facing him, Itachi knew in a heartbeat who it was standing before him.

 

“Hey… I said are you pla—” the words were repeated, but shortly hindered as well.

 

This time the figure had opted to turn around and neither of the brothers could mask their expression well.

 

“Sasuke…?” Itachi was finally the first one to speak. The word was a question, a statement, a demand for an explanation. All he got was the befuddled face of his brother before anger washed over.

 

“What the fuck are you doing here Itachi? Did father send you to spy on me or some shit?”

 

The raven arched a brow at that. He thought it was pretty oblivious why he was there. Sasuke on the other hand—what the fuck was his little brother doing wearing sinfully tight, extremely high cut leather shorts, with knee high lace-up boots and holding a whip in his hand. Sasuke was seriously not a member of this club was he?

 

The elder’s mind tripped over that concept but he continued to grasp at straws. Maybe it was a sick joke. Then again Pein didn’t know anything about Sasuke, and if Naruto figured it out, well… the blonde wasn’t the type to do something like this. Itachi didn’t think so anyway. But if it wasn’t Naruto then…

 

The air in Itachi’s throat seemed to catch and he seemed to realize all too quickly why he was in this room. The pink haired bitch who had dropped her key—he’d switched them around when he’d picked hers up. Itachi didn’t know if he was going to laugh or get sick. Being an Uchiha though, he simply opted to do neither.

 

“I got the wrong room by mistake,” he simply answered, reaching down to put his discarded shoe back on.

 

Sasuke seemed more startled by that response then he did by the fact that Itachi was sitting there on his bed. “So wait… are you seriously here for sex?” the words were accusingly drawn, sharp and to the point. Itachi didn’t waste time with a reproof, tone twice as dark and followed up by a glare that was anything but sweet.

 

“Are you seriously selling yourself?

 

Sasuke didn’t know what to say at first, but slowly he managed to shake his initial shock away and slip back into the mode that he was notorious for having. “Yeah I am…” he spoke cockily. Lips twitching as he tossed down the whip and took a few steps closer to Itachi. “And the way I see it… it’s not really any of my concern if you we’re given the wrong room by mistake."

 

Misreading the intention of his brother’s words, Itachi nodded and finished slipping on his shoe back on, standing up so that he could leave. “Good then I have no reason to tell father and neither do you."

 

Leaving it at that Itachi expected for the conversation to be over –what Sasuke did in his spare time was really none of his business– but the younger raven was not so lenient on letting him go.

 

“Oh you might not tell Fugaku, but I certainly will,” Sasuke reassured, tone a little too smug—too mischievous. “…unless you can give me a proper kind of compensation."

 

Blackmail; he should have known. Sasuke had always been one to play dirty; the elder just didn’t know what his brother wanted from him. When they were children they had been rather close, but now days they hardly said five words to each other. In fact this was probably the longest conversation they’d had all year.  “And what kind of compensation do you want?”

 

“Let me fuck you."

 

Any response that Itachi had been planning suddenly slipped away from his lips and he could only mutter a: “What?” in confusion.

 

“You heard me. I want to fuck you."

 

Itachi’s eyes narrowed this time at the clarification; his tone no friendlier than when Sasuke had asked him about why he was there. “That’s not funny Otouto."

 

“Who said it was supposed to be funny? Does it look like I’m fucking joking?” Sasuke rebuked. In retrospective –and despite was his older brother might think– he was being completely honest. He’d always held a bit of a brother complex; he just never figured he’d get anywhere with it. Of course now with Itachi in his room, everything changed. “Less you’re scared?”

 

“I’m not scared. But we’re brother’s…” he pointed out, Sasuke obviously finding that information funny as he let out a snort.

 

“Yeah I’m not asking to marry you, just to stick my dick in your ass and get off. Chill out Tachi. You can’t tell me you’ve never thought of something transpiring between us; a little fun on the side? I’m sexy and you know it—and your fucking sexy and I know it."

 

In response Itachi could only eye his brother wearily. His mask up was still up, though both hints of disbelief and uncertainty were leaking through, cracking the fine lines and making his expression bleed.  “Sasuke—” he protested, but was cut off by the other.

 

“How about just a kiss—at least you’ve thought about that, right? My lips on your mouth, you body, your dick—” 

 

“Alright that’s enough. I don’t care if you want to tell father. I’m not standing here another second and listening to your vulgar mouth,” the elder chastised, moving to leave but Sasuke intercepted the path. Heedlessly his little brother reached out, moving up to press his lips against his kin’s. Sasuke could feel Itachi start to protest and took the opportunity to slip his tongue inside, instantaneously falling in love with his brother’s rich flavors.

 

Expecting to get knocked on his ass, the younger Uchiha was thoroughly surprised when Itachi didn’t violently react, but slowly started to reciprocate the kiss. One of the elder’s hands sliding to a leather clad cheek, pulling their bodies closer as Sasuke rubbed against him. Fuck he was so hard. He just wanted to push Itachi down on the bed, pull off his pants and rape him. Okay, maybe that slight brother complex ran a little deeper than what even Sasuke wanted to admit, but who in their right mind could keep their hands off Itachi. The man was sex on legs and since the youth had turned sixteen, he’d been crushing on the elder hard. Four years later, and that tension was unimaginable.

 

“Ah shit Tachi, I wanna fuck you so bad,” Sasuke moaned when they finally broke for air, his hands slipping beneath his brother’s shirt to painfully twist a nipple, feet guiding them back slowly until they both tumbled onto the bed.

 

Once there Sasuke wasted no time in taking things further, rolling his hips and moaning in satisfaction when he felt that Itachi was starting to get hard too. “Fucking touch me,” the raven demanded, not bothering to wait for his brother to comply but taking the elder’s hand and placing it on his sheathed erection as he rubbed his ass down to arouse the other even more. “Can’t you see how hard I am for you—how badly I want to fuck that sweet little ass of yours? I’m already dripping for you Tachi; never been so turned on in my fucking life."

 

It was true too. Although Sasuke had been with a lot of people and done a lot of kinky shit, nothing compare to what he felt with Itachi. It was like nothing else, and as hazy black eyes looked down into mixed red, Sasuke moaned his brother’s name. “Ah… Itachi, tell me how much you want me to fuck you and I’ll do it. I’ll make you feel better than anyone else ever has."

 

Itachi, who had somehow managed to lose part of himself in the moment, felt his mind snap back to reality at the strength of his kin’s words. He could tell Sasuke’s was being honest. His little brother wanted to fuck him and had every intention of taking things that far. Itachi wasn’t okay with that though. “I can’t.” He spoke with mild panic, wondering how a simple kiss had gotten him on the bed with Sasuke on top of him and both of them hard. Another wave of sickness passed through him, his little brother had managed to turn him on.  How messed up was that?

 

“Sure you can,” Sasuke persisted, the hand under Itachi’s shirt sliding down as he started working away the elder’s belt. He didn’t get far however, because a second later Itachi was sitting up and he was being pushed roughly to the floor.

 

“Fuck, what the hell Itachi?"

 

“I’m sorry I can’t…not with you,” the elder apologized, moving to leave Sasuke all alone in the room.

 

As the door opened and clicked shut, the twenty-year old on the floor growled in frustration.  It seemed like Itachi didn’t have any intention of returning his brotherly affections after all.

 

...

 

“That’s some interesting shit,” Pein spoke as he puffed away on his cigarette, Itachi beside him as they sat along the edge of the riverfront, watching a few stray boats move through the water.

 

After leaving the club in a disheveled mess; Itachi had sought out the only person he knew he could talk to. Of course Pein wasn’t the easiest man to track down, and after driving around for two hours –not able to bring himself to go invite Konan to dinner, and certainly not able to go home where his parents were waiting– the Uchiha had managed to find his friend and tell him the whole story.  Luckily Pein had taken it pretty well, which he was thankful for.

 

“I mean I knew the two of you looked familiar, but I had no idea he was your brother—and shit, that’s some pretty heavy stuff. What are you going to do about it?”

 

“I don’t know,” Itachi sighed, looking out to the black water and the lights reflecting along it. He phased out for a moment, his mind drifting before he picked up words once more. “I don’t think I can face him. I shouldn’t have gone there. I should just left when I realized it was him—I should have pushed him away when he tried to kiss me."

 

Pein took a long drag and listened to his good friend, giving those words a minute of thought before speaking. “Why?” he finally asked.

 

“Why what?”

 

“Why react that way; push him away I mean."

 

Itachi gave Pein a ‘what the fuck’ look but the elder just shrugged and repeated the question.

 

“Why? For fucks sake Pein, he’s my little brother!” the raven spoke in his own defense. “Do you not see what’s wrong with that?”

 

“I see he likes you a lot, and he made you feel good. I mean, he got you hard and excited about being fucked. That’s got to mean something. I didn’t think you were the type to bottom."

 

“I’m not, but he was all up on me! How could I not get hard with someone doing that? You know how it is. You live a very… active lifestyle; people who you don’t like turn you on right?”

 

Chuckling the red-head shook his head, snuffing out his dwindled smoke and pulling out a new one. “Nah it doesn’t always work that way. Just cause someone’s rubbing up on my junk doesn’t mean it’s going to make me hard. There has to be a certain amount of chemistry there—same goes for you and your bro."

 

“Are you saying Sasuke and I have chemistry?”

 

“I don’t think I have to say it. I think you already know it. That’s why you freaked out and ran—why you’re sitting here shooting the shit with me, trying to convince yourself that it didn’t mean anything. If it really disgusted you, you would have pushed him away the second he put his mouth against yours. But you didn’t. You let him knock you on the bed and you felt each other up. That doesn’t exactly sound like there’s a lack of chemistry to me."

 

A heavy sigh left Itachi’s lips and the raven reached over, stealing Pein’s cigarette and taking a long drag. He hadn’t smoked in years, but he needed the nicotine to help calm his nerves. “You’re not helping as much as I thought you would."

 

“Is it really so bad that you’ve got a thing for your little bro? You already know he likes you back."

 

“I don’t have a thing for him… and I never thought about Sasuke that way either."

 

“Well maybe you should be, cause it seems like he was thinking about you that way."

 

A wavering silence passed between them and Pein shifted from where he was sitting, moving in front of Itachi. “Work with me a minute,” he spoke suddenly, not giving the other time to react but reaching out and pulling the back of the raven’s neck forward, their lips smashing together in a deep passionate kiss. With all the skill that he possessed, Pein drank greedily from his friend’s mouth, their tongue’s dancing and bodies moving closer until both of them were left completely breathless and partially hard.  “So how was it?” the red-head panted when he finally pulled away, barely sucking in enough air to speak. “Amazing?”

 

“Yeah,” Itachi nodded back breathlessly, his mind pulled into lust and need from the way Pein had kissed him.

 

“What if you compare it to Sasuke? Was it better than when he did it?”

 

Pein watched Itachi flinch and hesitate for the smallest second at his question before the raven shook his head. “I don’t know. Kiss me again."

 

“Nah, doesn’t work that way."

 

“Pein—”

 

“Really, it’s okay. That extra something special wasn’t there. I get it. It’s the same way when I’m with Naruto,” the red-head confessed, shifting to take a seat next to his friend again. “Sure I fuck a lot of people; swap a lot of spit and juice, but it’s different when I’m with Blondie.  It’s just that sense of a deeper connection. You can’t make it be there if it doesn’t exist. You felt it with Sasuke though, didn’t you?”

 

Itachi nodded. His friend was right; he couldn’t deny it when it was put in front of him so clearly. Maybe he hadn’t realized it at the time, but he obviously felt drawn to Sasuke to a certain degree. They wouldn’t have ended up on the bed otherwise. The main problem was that he hadn’t been ready for the attraction that came between them. He still wasn’t sure if he wanted to deal with those feelings either, but they were being thrust in front of him. “Yeah."

 

“And what are you going to do about it?”

 

“I don’t know, go talk to him I guess.”

 

The elder smirked and nudged Itachi with elbow. “Alright, so why are you still sitting here fucking around with me?”

 

Itachi hummed and stood up; Pein was always to the point and honest. He was glad that the man had tumbled into his life. “Thanks for helping me out,” he spoke, reaching out to pat the other’s shoulder in gratitude. He still wasn’t sure that what he was doing was ethically right, but his friend had made a point and he had to see where it would lead him. It was only fair to try. For himself and his brother, and then he could sit down and worry about telling his father why he hadn’t come home with Konan like he was supposed to.

 

“It’s not a problem." The other smiled back.

 

Turning to head up to the street level, Itachi paused at the last second and pivoted back to his friend. “Hey Pein…"

 

“Yeah?”

 

“If you feel that way about Naruto, why don’t you stop whoring yourself out and do something about it."

 

“Well…” the red-head started, tipping his head as a troubled expression covered his face. He seemed to consider not answering the question, but since it was Itachi asking he supposed it was okay. “I guess you could say I’m too chicken shit for commitment."

 

“I don’t think Naruto would be the type to use you and leave you."

 

“Maybe… but I can’t take the chance of giving myself to one person and not having it workout. Things are safer this way and I don’t want to change that. Now why don’t you get the fuck outta here huh? Don’t worry about me, and stop denying yourself the happiness you deserve."

 

“Yeah okay,” he agreed, sill not sure how things were going to go, but a little bit more confident in taking the chance to find out. This night certainly hadn’t turned out like he’d planned.

 

 

TBC