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Broken Laptops and Ocular Implants	By : kakashizgirl Category: Naruto AU/AR > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1842 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Sasuke breathed in the chilly autumn air and smiled a rare smile. He enjoyed the way it felt when it expanded his lungs--clear and cool against the warm insides of his chest reminding him that October was upon them and was indeed his favorite time of year. He was busy making his way home from school that day, and since the first week of September, home had been his brother Itachi's apartment.

He rushed up the stairwell leading to his nii-san’s apartment. Fishing in his pocket for the shiny new key that Itachi recently had cut for him, he pushed it into the lock and swung the door open, peering into the dark apartment. "Nii-san, I'm home?" he called out more like a question as to whether Itachi was actually there or not rather than announcing his arrival home from school. Quietness answered him.

"Itachi?" he called out again before making his way down the hallway toward his brother's study. He could see the soft ghosting of incandescent light that shown from the doorway to the left at the end of the corridor. As he came closer, he could hear the deep timbre of Itachi’s voice, speaking with hushed tones. He thought momentarily that the sound reminded him of the warm blanket he used to sleep with when he was small; it was a sound that comforted him and made him feel altogether safe. With that, Sasuke concluded that Itachi was on the telephone, as he often was in the evening, speaking with one of the heads of Uchiha Optics. Itachi was busy working his way up the corporate ladder in their father's business while Sasuke attended college classes at Konoha University.

"Nii-san?" he pushed the door open cautiously, and peering around the facing, finally laid eyes on his brother. He felt warm all over. Seeing Itachi sitting there made his whole day finally feel complete, but when his brother flashed him a sincere smile that was reserved solely for his otouto, he felt like the day's worth had expanded sevenfold. Itachi placed a long slender forefinger delicately against his fading smile as if to motion for Sasuke to keep quiet until he was off the telephone.

Sasuke understood and nodded in compliance as he lowered the heavy book bag from his shoulder onto the immaculate white carpeting that graced the floors of most of Itachi's apartment aside from the common rooms, which were dressed with the finest warm teakwood money could buy. He stretched his arms over his head then way out, arching his back in the process trying to get the kinks out. Kinks that came along with toting the cumbersome backpack around KU campus all day… kinks that came with putting up with a certain blonde dumbass for the better part of the day… and kinks that came from trying his dead level best to keep his grades to the standards that his parents expected, and those expectations were for his to mirror Itachi’s achievements.

Itachi continued to speak softly to whoever was on the other end of the line without missing a beat, but if Sasuke had been paying closer attention, he might have caught the coruscation in his brother's dark eyes as he watched his otouto stretching and bowing his body so that his smoothly muscled chest and abdomen were accentuated against the faded red henley that he wore.

If Sasuke had paid closer attention to his brother's mannerisms for the past several years, he might have known that Itachi bore an unnatural affection for him and that he longed to touch him and feel him in ways that brothers never should touch or feel one another. But Sasuke never read any more into Itachi's brotherly propensity than what was expected. It was surely true that Sasuke loved Itachi more than any brother could possibly love their other sibling and he had the utmost respect and admiration for the older man... but to say that it went any further than that would have indeed been misconjecture.

Sasuke took a seat on the long sofa that ran along the wall across from Itachi’s heavy wood desk and stretched out his long lean legs the length of the couch. It wasn’t long before he was fast asleep.

It also wasn’t long before Itachi was off the phone and standing over him, quietly viewing his baby brother with shameless interest. His gaze traveled once over the lithe figure, and moved back to focus on the face of his angelic looking brother. Itachi mused how Sasuke actually looked sweet when he was sleeping, quite the contrast to his fierce look he had during the waking hours.

Eyes that had now fallen closed with dark lashes kissing cheeks that Itachi assumed wore the faintest hint of pink because the day had been so windy, thus making Sasuke’s sensitive skin slightly chaffed. He paused for a moment wondering why such a notion seemed profoundly endearing to him but shrugged it off in exchange for examining Sasuke’s full soft lips, slack and at peace now, looking entirely too kissable for their own good, and the elder marveled momentarily as to why Sasuke didn’t have a girlfriend yet. Sure there had been the fan girls from his youth, but nothing ever seemed to faze Sasuke in that section of his life, and that much remained an enigma to the taller Uchiha.

His stare traveled further down to a neck tilted backwards only a little, but just enough to expose the pale throat, and Itachi smiled as he noticed that he could see the faint thrum of his baby brother’s pulse just beneath the lucid skin that covered the tendons in his neck. Down his eyes moved over the tiny placard of small worn wood buttons that adorned the shirt and he gasped, biting his lip to quiet his breathing that he noticed was starting to accelerate just a bit. Sasuke’s shirt had ridden up as he had lay down on the couch, and thank the gods in heaven, he hadn’t bothered to push it back down. That tiny wardrobe malfunction allowed Itachi’s eyes access to a site that he realized he hadn’t seen in a good while. Sasuke’s stomach.

He felt his heart rate quicken as his gaze lingered along the dark trail of pubic hair that disappeared into Sasuke’s jeans; the way that it contrasted against the milky white skin of his abdomen looked decidedly edible and Itachi let his eyes rest a bit longer on the bulge in the boy’s pants before he shook his thoughts away and left the room in as much of a dignified rush as he could. He needed a shower. But more than that he needed some relief from the discomfort of the way his cock was pressing its thick head unforgivingly against the front of his own black trousers. He mentally cursed himself. This just from looking at his little brother sleeping in his study. You sick fuck! his conscience cursed at him… Oh but wouldn’t you love to pound his pretty ass?… the darker portion of his psyche hummed seductively to him. Itachi knew that both were correct.

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Sasuke’s eyes fluttered open and dark hues searched the room as his mind, still groggy from sleep, tried hard to wrap itself around where he was exactly. The room was dark, with only the soft glow of the lights of town twinkling in the distance from the third story window that graced one entire wall of Itachi’s office. Yes, now he remembered. He had fallen asleep on his brother’s couch while he was waiting for him to get off the telephone earlier.

Now would probably be a good time to find Itachi, though from the looks of things, it was late and his dark haired nii-san had already gone to bed. The thought formed a slight twinge in Sasuke’s heart. He had wanted to talk to Itachi before bedtime. It wasn’t really about anything in particular; he just enjoyed talking with him. Itachi was full of wisdom, and his sense of humor made Sasuke feel happy, even when he’d had a bad day. Yes, he was excessively happy to be given the opportunity to stay with Itachi while he was attending KU. Things really couldn’t get any better in his life... or so he thought.

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“Onii-chan?” he whispered as he pushed opened the door to his brother’s bedroom. He inhaled deeply but silently and smiled. Itachi’s scent was heavy in the air. Yes, there was the fine designer fragrance he always wore, but more than that, in the underlying more serious notes, there was Itachi, and his smell was to Sasuke like breathing in some tangible security and comfort.

“Niisan~ you left me sleeping…” he whispered as he approached the bed where he could vaguely make out Itachi’s sleeping form in the rumple of white sheets. As he came closer and his eyes gently dilated in response to the darkness, his eyes fell on the smooth skin of Itachi’s back, the long black ponytail affixed at the base of his neck, hung placidly down his shoulders perpendicular to his spine rather than its usual parallelism and puddled contrastingly on the sheets.

Sasuke’s slender fingers reached out and lightly stroked over Itachi’s bicep, and it was met with Itachi’s other hand, loosely gripping it, tugging gently as if to coax Sasuke to sit down. “Hnnnn…” he murmured drowsily. “Sorry, Sasuke…”

“It’s okay. Oh shi…”

Just then a soft blue flash lit up the room momentarily and thunder rumbled in the distance. Sasuke hadn’t realized there were storms approaching and Itachi hadn’t bothered to tell him if he was aware of it. Perhaps this was one of those small but severe isolated storms that Konoha was known for at this time of year.

“…shit,” Sasuke cursed faintly.

But Itachi, even in his sleep-hazed consciousness knew the scenario and how it would play out. Sasuke had been apprehensive about storms for most of his life, and it had always been Itachi’s bed that he ran to whenever typhoons approached, not Mikoto and Fugaku’s.

“Come~” Itachi muttered lazily as he moved over in his bed making room for Sasuke to snuggle into the warm imprint that his body had left there on the mattress, not even giving Sasuke a chance to ask if he could sleep with his brother.

He tugged off his jeans and kicked them to the side, keeping the soft worn-cotton henley shirt and boxers on, before climbing directly into Itachi’s bed. He would have died of embarrassment if Naruto or any of the others from school found out he did such a thing. But no one understood the bond that he and Itachi shared… and just then, Sasuke wasn’t even sure that he understood it himself. Was it really normal to get ‘this much’ comfort from the warmth of your brother’s body?

He nestled in closer, turning so that his back was pressed against Itachi’s front in a spooning position with him, and Sasuke smiled weakly as he felt a strong arm drape over his waist, pulling his slender body in tightly.

Itachi buried his face the wild mess that was his otouto’s midnight black hair, likewise breathing in his scent, and finding comfort in the act, maybe even more than Sasuke did.

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The day dawned dreary and rainy, evidence that the storm hadn’t just been an isolated incident, but had ushered in some rather nasty weather for Konoha. Sasuke vaguely heard Itachi’s alarm go off, beckoning him for work, but he really hated it when his brother untangled himself from their non-sibling style embrace and rolled out of bed taking with him the warmth of his flesh and the limbs which had held him all night long.

“Don’t go…” he murmured sleepily, barely opening his eyes and turning in Itachi’s direction so that he could indeed see his brother’s gorgeous silhouette against the backdrop of the charcoal gray skies. The windows in Itachi’s bedroom were the same as the ones in his study and covered the expanse of the north wall of his apartment and Sasuke could see the dark sky had painted a rather monotonous looking portrait across one whole side of the room.

He wished Itachi would draw the drapes and climb back into bed with him. He could skip morning classes and Itachi could call in sick for work. His mind wandered aimlessly for a moment before his brother, rubbed the sleep from his eyes and reached for his cell phone, checking to see if there were any messages in the night while he was sleeping.

Sasuke heard a hissed “f-f-fuck” slither from Itachi’s lips but kept his eyes closed, figuring it was some sort of bad news. Itachi sighed heavily. “I was half considering staying in bed, because the weather is so shit, but it looks like Father has called an emergency meeting with the Board of Directors… at seven thirty a.m.,” Itachi breathed an agitated groan and Sasuke felt a pang in his chest. Itachi had been going to keep cuddling him after all… fuck life and all of its responsibilities, he thought sardonically to himself as he tried his best to snuggle up to Itachi’s pillow, breathing in that inviting scent again.

Sasuke heard the shower turn on momentarily and drifted back to sleep, knowing that Itachi would emerge from the bathroom looking like a million dollars wearing a suit.

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“Otouto.”

Sasuke stirred in his sleep. The voice was rousing him and a warm palm smoothed up and down his arm, giving him a slight jostle in an attempt to wake him.

“Otouto, get up. Time for me to leave… time for you to get ready for class.”

“Tch… can we call in … dead?”

“No, Sasuke. Up now. I’ve got to get moving. I need to be at the office in fifteen minutes, and you need to be up getting ready.” Itachi’s voice carried that underlying warning tone that told Sasuke there wasn’t going to be any argument.

Sasuke groaned and sat up in his brother’s bed, rubbing his eyes, his hair all awry. “Hmkay.”

“Good boy.”

Sasuke scowled at Itachi. He was wearing a black suit with a blood red shirt and a black tie. He did look like a million dollars. His hair was impeccably pulled back with side layers left out purposely; he was clean and smelled like something dark and sweet, and Sasuke was jealous of the way his brother always looked immaculate and perfect, never a hair out of place… and his presence… well it was nothing short of god-like. He could only imagine how proud their Father really was of his eldest son.

“Have a good day at work…” he offered insipidly.

Itachi smiled softly and reached out to ruffle his hair. “You have a good day at school. I’ll see you this evening okay?”

“Okay.”

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As it turned out, Sasuke hadn’t had a good day at school. For starters he had forgotten to carry his umbrella with him because the rain had teasingly slacked up right around the time he had to walk to school, but by the end of his final class at three-forty-five, the bottom had once again seemed to have literally dropped out of the sky and what was coming down was nothing short of torrential.

Furthermore, he realized that he had a paper due tomorrow that he hadn’t even began to think about, much less write for Biology regarding the inner workings of the human eye which made him feel pretty bummed out about going home anyway because all he would be doing was writing, which brought him to his final problem, and possibly the worst of all.

He had let Naruto borrow his laptop at lunch to get on some ridiculous social networking site, probably trying to score a date with someone he’d never met before, and the dumbass had jumped up from his chair at the table, Sasuke’s laptop in hand and proceeded to rush to show Shikamaru his dream girl who lived two villages over and tripped over his own two feet, sending Sasuke’s laptop flying through the air and crashing into the whitewashed concrete wall of the college cafeteria. Sasuke was sure the LCD screen was a goner because it had basically shattered on the inside, and now the hard drive was making an incredibly scary noise every time he turned it on, so he was doubtful if any of his information could even be rescued.

Yes. It was official. Today had sucked.

He turned his key in the door to Itachi’s apartment and stepped inside, dripping water on the floor. “Nii-san?” he called out softly. It was nearly five o’clock now, but it looked like Itachi had come home from the office early. That much he was thankful for. He didn’t wish to face being alone after such a horrific day at school.

He needed to get his wet clothes off, but first he wanted to greet his aniki. Once again he could see that Itachi’s office lights were aglow, like a tender beacon, calling him toward their soft warmth. He made his way down the corridor, and stood there for a moment waiting to hear Itachi once again on the phone. Silence responded. He tapped softly at the door before going ahead and pushing it open. “Itachi?”

He hadn’t expected to see what he saw.

Sasuke’s eyes scanned the scene trying to draw his own conclusions as to what was going on. On the desk sat a half-empty bottle of whiskey and next to it, a tumbler. No Coca-Cola©, no ice… just straight whiskey. Itachi was sitting back in his chair, long legs spread carelessly, hair no longer in the well kempt ponytail, but falling around his shoulders like a dark waterfall… and his suit that he had been wearing that morning was only still partially intact. His coat was thrown over the back of the chair haphazardly, his tie on the floor. The blood red shirt that had been flawlessly buttoned to the neck this morning was now open a few buttons, revealing a nice expanse of the smooth flesh of his chest.

Sasuke bit his lip, and his eyes followed slowly upwards to lock with Itachi’s. His brother wasn’t on the phone as usual… didn’t look busy in the least. But he did look rather intoxicated, and the mischievous-looking grin that flickered across his features made Sasuke think that he looked as if he had been waiting for him.

Sasuke’s eyes went to Itachi’s hand. He was holding onto something, but Sasuke wasn’t sure what it was… but it appeared to be an eyeball. “Nii-san? I-Is everything okay?”

“Mmmh… not really,” Itachi murred softly. His eyes were glassy looking and Sasuke noticed how he rolled the round orb between his fingers, before taking it into his palm and squeezing it tightly. Straightaway the sphere seemed to shatter in his hand, and Sasuke noticed the way Itachi gritted his teeth. It had to be made of glass, from the sound it made when it burst under his strong grip… and if it was glass… was Itachi’s hand cut now? And if so, how badly? Questions flittered through his mind like a thousand crows.

“Itachi!” Sasuke gasped. “What’s going on!?” he dropped his bag carrying his broken laptop and rushed to his brother’s side, kneeling between his legs. He reached for Itachi’s hand and pried open his fingers. Certainly enough, there was blood; blood and what looked like broken pieces of glass and some wires, a computer chip, circuitry and what not. “Nii-san tell me what’s going on!” Sasuke proceeded to attempt to remove the bits of glass from his brother’s palm. It looked to have cut him in a couple of places deeply, but it probably wouldn’t require stitches.

“You’re soaking wet…” Itachi hummed, his words slurred with the weight of the whiskey he had been drinking since he got home.

“Never mind that! You’re bleeding!” Sasuke fussed.

“Ah fuck it… doesn’t matter…” he droned, wiping the blood from his palm onto his black slacks. “Pour me another drink, otouto,” he commanded his baby brother, and Sasuke couldn’t help but feel a little uncomfortable when their gazes met again. Itachi was looking at him like he was rather amused with the way he was overreacting to the blood, but more than that, Sasuke could have sworn that there was something else in the smirk on his face. And it was a hint of expression that could only be described as hunger.

Sasuke did as he was told, pouring the glass half full before he handed it to his brother. He watched as Itachi took the glass in his bloody hand leaving red smears on the surface, feeling more and more unsettled about it.

“How was school today?”

“You’re drunk.”

“…and?” He turned up the glass and downed it before Sasuke even had time to dispute his action. He swallowed it with a pronounced, “ahhhh” and wiped his mouth unceremoniously with the back of his sleeve-- all mannerisms that were completely unlike the normally polished, completely integral Itachi Uchiha. “You’re soaking wet… take your clothes off and tell me how school was today,” he repeated in a low voice, the words still slurred, but deliberate and considered.

It was obvious that he had had too much to drink. But it was also apparent that he seemed to be perfectly in his right mind, in spite of the effect the alcohol was having on his body.

Sasuke complied. He couldn’t remember ever seeing Itachi drunk, and he wasn’t sure if his brother had a capacity for violence, but the way he had crushed the glass eye implant had him wondering and a little frightened. He pulled off the wet hoodie he was wearing and tossed it onto the floor, then tugged his shirt over his head. Thankfully the apartment was warm, so he didn’t get a chill. Itachi wouldn’t have ordered him to take off his clothes otherwise, he was certain. Next, he toed off his shoes and socks and leaned back against the desk a little, debating on whether to tell Itachi about his broken laptop.

“Today was really bad,” he finally said softly, before looking up at Itachi’s face. His own cheeks were starting to burn as he was scared to tell his brother about what had happened. He didn’t want Itachi to be upset with him, and right now, Itachi wasn’t –exactly- being Itachi thanks to the whiskey.

“Jeans too,” Itachi deadpanned. He licked his lips, nibbling at the lower one thoughtfully as Sasuke obeyed, knowing that the bottoms of his pants were soaked and Itachi probably didn’t want him standing on the carpet any longer than necessary like that.

Sasuke decided that while taking his remaining clothes off was a good time to try to find out what was going on with Itachi and Uchiha Optics. “What happened at work today?” he asked timidly. Once he was completely undressed and standing there in front of his brother in nothing but his underwear, Itachi smiled a half smile.

“Well…” he sighed heavily. “We have lost possibly the largest account in Uchiha Optics history thanks to Madara. Hashirama Senjuu walked out of our board meeting today and the only thing he gave us was the finger,” Itachi murmured plaintively before reaching past Sasuke to set his glass down on the wooden desk once more. “But that’s none of your worries,” he laid back again in the executive-style chair before his eyes began to examine Sasuke’s partially nude body. “Tell me about your day.”

“Itachi…” Sasuke’s voice seemed to wring itself with apprehension in telling his brother what had happened. “Something bad happened today to my laptop, and I have a paper that’s due tomorrow about…” he scratched his head… “Human and Artificial Visual Perceptions?” he didn’t even know if he got the topic correct. He really didn’t like science much, unlike his brother who excelled in damn near every subject including physical education.

“Is your laptop broken?”

“Hai… wait why are you grinning?”

Itachi reached out for Sasuke’s hand and pulled him toward him. Sasuke laughed nervously but fell onto his brother’s lap, their faces now close—so close that Sasuke could smell the inebriation of the whiskey, warm and alcoholic fanning from Itachi’s mouth. He felt unsure of what it was exactly that the older Uchiha was doing, but he decided it would be best if he just tried to play it off casually. Itachi was drunk after all.

Itachi shrugged. “You just look extra cute right now, for some reason…” he was holding Sasuke in his lap now like someone would hold their lover; his non-bloody hand smoothing over Sasuke’s hip, down his thigh and back up lightly stroking his ass cheek. Sasuke could feel Itachi’s heart beating slow and strong in his chest.

“Nii-san?”

“Mmmh, Sasukeee…” Itachi’s words were dark, playful and laced with desire.

Sasuke couldn’t help but notice the bulge in Itachi’s expensive dress slacks, and his head was reeling. He didn’t know whether his brother was simply doing this because he was drunk or perhaps these were feelings that had been harbored for a long time, and the whiskey was making it possible for him to now finally act on them. Either way, it was making his own boxers feel tight and he wanted to react. He was dying to react so he decided to just do what felt right. “Niisan…” Sasuke’s voice came out a little more huskily than he had meant for it to but before he could stop himself, he was reaching for Itachi’s bloody hand. He brought it up to his lips and began to lap slowly at the lacerations, humming as he felt the sticky liquid come into direct contact with his lips. His tongue, tasting the sweet copper-like fluid that still trickled from Itachi’s palm made him shiver all over.

“Ah fuck, Sasuke…” Itachi breathed out heavily and then bloody hand was pulling Sasuke’s face toward his, forcing their lips to together in a kiss that began gentle at first, but escalated exponentially. Itachi’s bloody hand on the side of Sasuke’s throat now, guided him to tilt his head so that he could deepen the kiss and the elder opened his mouth as he pushed his tongue into the younger Uchiha’s waiting mouth.

Sasuke didn’t have to be begged for entrance. He gladly parted his lips, thrusting his tongue sweetly against Itachi’s, and the moan that emanated from his pretty mouth made Itachi’s cock twitch eagerly in his pants. In the midst of a heated groan, all that Itachi’s mind could seem to ask him was ‘why in the fuck have you waited so long to try this.’ Sasuke was like putty in his hands, responding to him so sexily, like he wanted it just as badly as Itachi did.

Itachi continued to dominate the kiss as his bloodstained hand left a trail of warm stickiness across Sasuke’s neck, gripping into his hair to pull his baby brother’s head backward allowing him access to the slender pale throat. Itachi couldn’t help the purr that escaped his lips as he licked at bit at Sasuke’s neck, down to nibble at his collarbone, where he finally found a spot the he decided was suitable to latch onto, sucking roughly at the place, tasting his own blood as he pulled a dark burgundy bruise to the surface. “Goddammit you’re so beautiful, Sasuke…” he breathed between kisses and then his mouth was back on his otouto’s eating away at the poutiness like there was no tomorrow, like Sasuke had to be eaten up completely, and like he could absolutely not get enough.

He let his hand slide down Sasuke’s chest, over his nipple, stopping momentarily to pinch it, twisting it lightly between his fingers, making note of the way that the lissome being arched and whined in his arms. It was too delicious to even be true, and he hadn’t even thought far enough ahead to wonder whether or not Sasuke was willing to go all the way with him, mostly because his mind was hazy with a combination of whiskey and lust, and his member throbbing in his pants was making it difficult for him to even think at all, much less think clearly. But he was wondering that just now and he decided that he would only go as far as Sasuke would let him… tonight at least.

“Nii-san,” Sasuke whimpered as the kiss finally broke. “We’ve never done anything like this before…” his pretty eyes were wide with astonishment; sweet cheeks flushed darkly with a desire that was shared with Itachi.

“It’s not the sort of thing brothers normally do…” Itachi hummed as he nipped at Sasuke’s chin, down his jawline while his injured hand was busy doing something altogether different. His long fingers were toying with the elastic of Sasuke’s waistband, running a forefinger teasingly down the bulging hard on that now pressed hotly against the boy’s boxers, forming a nice tent, and creating a little wet spot where the head longed to get out.

Sasuke nodded his agreement, but just because it wasn’t something that brothers normally did in nowise meant that he wasn’t enjoying the hell out of it. “I like it…” Sasuke admitted, his own eyes beginning to match Itachi’s in glassiness, but that from the mere intoxication of his brother’s kisses and touches.

“Do you?” Itachi murmured as his exploring fingers pushed down the waistband of his otouto’s boxers revealing a very aroused Sasuke to both of them. “I can tell you like it…” he teased, as he pushed the fabric down past his younger brother’s shaft, tucking them under his balls so that everything was nicely exposed and easy to get to. “Oh yeah… look at how hard you are…” Sasuke gasped as Itachi expertly began to stroke his length slowly and excruciatingly—movements that caused Sasuke to buck his hips upward into his brother’s fist.

Soon after, Itachi was repositioning Sasuke and turning him onto his lap so that his otouto’s back was pressed against his chest, his head resting backward on Itachi’s shoulder, turned just enough so that the older Uchiha could assault his mouth more as he molested his cock with both hands. Pushing and coaxing Sasuke’s thighs wide apart as he sat on his lap, he fondled his balls slowly and pumped a loose fist around the throbbing length, sullying his flesh with blood and pre-cum.

“God, Nii-sannnn,” Sasuke whined out. “Please do it harder.”

And Itachi obliged, tightening his grip and stroking him harder. “Nnnh… want me to finger you?” he purred into Sasuke’s ear, as he slid one hand down, moving it over the fabric where he knew his little brother’s asshole would be. He smiled when Sasuke shuddered in response to his touches. So he was a sensitive as Itachi had dreamed he would be. That was a nice revelation indeed.

Sasuke nodded breathlessly, unable to answer audibly by that point because he was far too turned on to think coherently.

Itachi let go of his length, letting it slap against his brother’s stomach and began to push his underpants down further over his thighs until they fell to the floor beneath his feet. “Now… I can touch you better…” he whispered, as he bit at Sasuke’s earlobe, running his tongue along the outer cartilage; he readjusted him on his lap once more, spreading his legs wide so that he could access his hole easily.

He didn’t waste any time getting his bare fingers back to pressing at Sasuke’s butthole, teasing and stroking it, circling the tender flesh just enough just enough to make him squirm wildly in his lap. His other hand had resumed its position bobbing up and down, thumbing at his slit and teasing all over his package.

Though Sasuke’s eyes were closed, he readily opened his mouth when he felt Itachi’s two fingers gliding lightly over his lips, and he sucked them into his mouth deeply. He ran his tongue around them hungrily, suckling them in and out as Itachi whispered sweet nothings into his ear. “Ahhhfuckyesss… Sasuke… will you let me screw you?” his voice was hot, the words still slurred and heavy from the whiskey he had consumed.

Sasuke didn’t answer audibly. His eyes barely opened, as Itachi withdrew his fingers slickly, his baby brother followed them with his tongue, still attempting to continue sucking at them; and he nodded his head an affirmative yes. He felt sick and heavy with lust for Itachi and his brother could have literally asked anything of him and at that moment he would have gladly done it. He was Itachi’s for the taking, and Itachi was about to take what was his.

Itachi’s middle finger stroked over Sasuke’s pucker once, just long enough to locate the entrance before pushing into his body with only a bit of resistance. “Otouto…” he groaned heavily as he felt Sasuke’s body quiver around his longest digit. His other hand had left Sasuke’s cock momentarily in favor of pinching at one nipple and then the other roughly, his mouth seeking out his younger brother’s hungrily as he continued to take advantage of him with his hands.

Sasuke welcomed Itachi’s mouth with an openly willing kiss. The finger in his ass felt funny, but not exactly bad… in fact, combined with all the other things that Itachi was doing to him at the moment, it made him feel heady and shivery all over. It felt as if the room was spinning around him and he reached for his older brother in any way that he could, grasping at him, gripping at the hand the touched his nipples, the other sliding up over his head and into the long black hair, loving him with needy fingers.

Itachi’s finger moved in and out of him, slowly and deeply for a few moments before it was joined with his ring finger, which burned momentarily, but his brother’s experience took his mind off it quickly as he massaged his taint with his thumb, making him writhe and moan in the sluttiest way imaginable. Itachi crooked his fingers inside Sasuke’s passageway and began to rub his prostate both internally and externally in a slow torturous way, releasing the kiss in order to watch what he figured would happen through the haze of liquor.

Certainly enough, Sasuke’s body spasmed and he cried out in a high pitched breathy tone as cum splattered his stomach and chest from his blood smeared shaft. Itachi smirked. “You’re so fucking cute Sasuke… look how you came and I didn’t even have to touch your cock…” his voice rumbled in Sasuke’s ears like thunder, but all he could think was that he wanted his brother to fuck him now.

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