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Welcome to the Mile High Club	By : Sapphirexkat2 Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2205 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Welcome to the Mile High Club

Disclaimer: I own nadda...no, I own less than nadda...I just don't own Naruto T__T

Rating: NC-17 Love me!

Pairings: UCHIHACEST

Summary: PWP again. Sasuke and Itachi deal with separation for a week and then have hot incest sex!!! :3 :3

Sasuke�s parents were outright cruel. It�s not like it was his fault for what had happened!! Itachi was a really good fuck, and so he was helpless to keep his voice down.
In either case, Itachi had a separate room in the hotel, and Sasuke had to share a two bedroom suite with their parents. Mikoto and Fugaku doubted it would do much to curb their sons� sexual endeavors, but it was a good start. They never would have believed Itachi and Sasuke would take it that far in public. They had never even known about their incestuous relationship before (Mikoto had had an inkling, but Fugaku was outright oblivious) and had found themselves quite powerless on the situation. When the other passengers finally came to (all but the parents and pilots had fainted), they inquired around as to who the perpetrators were; never realizing brothers of a billion dollar company were the ones to blame.
So when Uchiha left the airport, Itachi rode with Fugaku and a dazed Sasuke rode with Mikoto in separate taxis. Neither parent said anything to either child, instead waiting until they were in the privacy of their hotel rooms for a full lecture.
But Mikoto kept turning pink with embarrassment, and Fugaku itched to get back to his laptop. Eventually, they had decided that Sasuke and Itachi were to be separated for the duration of the trip.
Sasuke pouted on the loveseat, his arms crossed and bottom lip sticking out. It was all Itachi could do to stop himself from attacking his brother in front of their parents. They were in enough trouble as it is, but the lustful thoughts of bending his brother over the furniture and fucking him into oblivion refused to stop tempting poor Itachi. Other thoughts of having Sasuke ride him with his wanton expression only fueled his growing desire. If a week without touching Sasuke had been torture, two weeks were going to be outright hell.
They were just lucky separation was going to be the worst of their problems.

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Itachi could have cared less about his parents� new rule, but Sasuke couldn�t stand it. Telling him �no� always made him more stubborn, and he desired what was denied him even more. He was obviously going to be the death of Itachi, either by too much sex or jumping over a bridge if Sasuke requested it of him.
The young Uchiha seemed fine for the first three days. Mikoto kept dragging him out to shop and sight-see in the hopes of distracting him. He was getting popular with the local girls, but none of them compared to Itachi, in his opinion. Mikoto only seemed to encourage him with little nudges and smiles and, �oh, she�s cute!�. Sasuke only sulked further.
Itachi attended the conferences with his father, as he was going to take over the family business and all. Between attending those and discussing sales with their board in their U.S. branch, he had little time to dwell on his brother. But the stress level was rising� and well�
The first week went by ceremoniously. Both parents noticed how well their sons were behaving and wondered if they had made a mistake. Besides, it wasn�t good to separate Itachi and Sasuke when they were so adamant that the siblings spend more time together. That was five years ago, when Sasuke was 7 and Itachi was 12. They couldn�t have been any more different. The two had fought at every given opportunity, and Sasuke always cried because he thought his brother hated him. But that had changed two years ago.
So when Saturday rolled around Mikoto and Fugaku decided to go to a water park to unwind, but Fugaku still brought along his laptop. Sasuke was sensitive to the sun, so Mikoto understood why he wouldn�t go. Itachi was the epitome of antisocial-ness when it came to his peers, since he was five times smarter than most of them, so it was useless to get him to go out.
But Itachi had disappeared that morning, nonetheless, without so much as a word as to where he was going. Sasuke was left sitting in his parents� suite, pouting, then saw the spare key card for Itachi�s room on the mini bar counter. He smirked to himself.

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Surprisingly, he hadn�t seen Itachi�s room until now. Sasuke closed the door behind him. There was a balcony, a full-sized bed, TV set, and bathroom. He tossed the key card somewhere while he took off his shoes and socks. If his aniki was going to be late, he�d just start without him.
He crawled onto the unmade bed, quickly getting aroused just by Itachi�s scent from the sheets alone. His hand brushed against something dry on the mattress, and Sasuke immediately knew it was cum. He found a small bottle of hand lotion on the nightstand, the contents being nearly empty. A moan escaped him as he imagined his brother spending lonely nights here, masturbating.
He turned and faced the end of the bed, getting up on his knees and spreading them. Slowly, his clothes started slipping off. Sasuke tossed his shirt haphazardly. When he came to his pants, the top button came undone when the door knob twisted.
Sasuke watched as Itachi looked at him, expression unreadable. He felt inexplicably hot again, that bout of hunger his body had after periods of no sex. He opened the zipper, freeing his erection. �I�m not wearing any underwear, niisan,� he murmured in a voice much too sultry for a 12 year old. �Punish me?� His pants were discarded somewhere.
Itachi gave a small smirk as he closed the door. It would have been sooner or later when his brother would see k him out, and after waiting patiently, he had a Sasuke-in-heat. �You�re not wearing underwear and you broke into my room.� He stopped at the edge of the bed, his brother only two feet away from him. �Yes, Sasuke. I will punish you. And don�t think I�ll hold back.� A week was too long. Much too long, but Itachi had the urge to drag it out a little while longer, for finally fucking Sasuke would be that much sweeter.
Sasuke whimpered when his brother didn�t move. He scooted closer, but a look from Itachi stopped him. �Oniisan!� he whined, feeling hot and aroused. His head lowered as he brought a hand to his throbbing dick, pumping slowly. �Uhn� Fuck me� please.�
And Itachi almost caved. He really almost caved. Sasuke only reserved that voice and those words when he needed it so much he was beyond teasing, beyond resisting, but Itachi would wait. He would make himself wait because they both needed it.
�You want it, otouto?� he asked huskily, leaning forward slightly. He focused on the way Sasuke was touching himself with languid strokes, a touch only reserved for saving himself for his brother. Sasuke nodded, his breathing growing ragged. Itachi smiled sadistically. �Show me.�
He was completely unprepared for the desperate lips latching onto his, or the demanding tongue pushing its way into his mouth to taste and explore and dominate. Sasuke moaned loudly, scooting closer so quickly he fell against Itachi. He wrapped his arms around his brother�s slender neck and continued kissing him passionately. A sliver of saliva slipped from his lips as Sasuke greedily plunged into his brother�s mouth.
Itachi allowed his brother control for the moment but brought those tiny hips against him. Sasuke immediately began to grind on Itachi�s thigh, his erection leaving small traces of precum. He broke the kiss with a gasp of air and began divesting Itachi of his clothes, nearly ripping off the buttons of the Italian silk shirt. Itachi�s smirk died when Sasuke latched onto his nipple, biting.
�Ow!� Itachi cried, glaring at his brother, but the look was useless as his cock jumped at the pain. Sasuke looked up at him and stuck his tongue out to lap at the wounded nub apologetically. He focused on the other nipple as he blindly worked at Itachi�s belt and buttons. The soft material fell down Itachi�s creamy legs, leaving him in black boxers with a large tent in the front. Sasuke bent lower, prepared to move the material with his teeth, but Itachi stepped back.
The elder Uchiha only smirked at Sasuke�s pout and slipped out of his boxers. Itachi took his arousal in hand and began pumping himself. Precum oozed out of the tip, and he watched with satisfaction as Sasuke licked his lips.
�Want a taste, otouto?� He stepped around to the front of the bed. Sasuke followed him with hungry eyes. Itachi lied down, spreading his legs slightly. Sasuke kneeled between them and nodded, crawling closer until he came up to his prize. He greedily suckled at the wet tip, swallowing his brother�s essence eagerly. Itachi ran a hand through Sasuke�s hair as he went in deeper, panting softly as Sasuke�s mouth worked expertly around him. �You�ve always been so fucking good at this,� he rasped, thrusting his hips slightly. Sasuke hummed at the compliment and wrapped his hand around the base of Itachi�s cock. He began sucking harder. He wanted to finally drink what Itachi would spill for him, have it fill his mouth and burn down his throat.
Itachi moaned as a skillful tongue swept the underside and cried out when Sasuke raked his teeth from bottom to top. It wasn�t painful, but it still hurt, and he glared. �Stop using your teeth!� he scolded unhappily. Sasuke leaned up.
�I�m trying to get you to punish me, aniki,� he replied breathlessly, pumping Itachi�s cock slowly. �Or were you all talk?� He knew he crossed the line when Itachi�s eyes darkened impossibly further, and Sasuke grinned to himself.
�Bring your legs up here,� Itachi ordered. �Cum first, and you won�t be sitting for a week.�
Sasuke bit his lip, cock throbbing. He knew he wouldn�t last long, not with his brother. But he obeyed, trembling with fear and anticipation, as he straddled Itachi�s face. He continued sucking Itachi�s dick again, but Itachi�s hot mouth swallowed him whole and he cried out, tossing his head back. The hands on his hips forced his cock to thrust passed Itachi�s lips, and Sasuke was helpless to resist, moaning incoherently.
A part of him wanted to lose, plus it was damn hard to concentrate. Saliva and cum trailed down his chin as he tried his best to suck his brother off. Then Itachi cheated by moving to Sasuke�s entrance. His hot tongue swirled around the slit, getting it wet. Sasuke stopped, instead stroking his brother and smearing the precum around the shaft with shaky fingers. He wanted to fuck himself on that cock now.
And as the tip of Itachi�s tongue penetrated him, he came with a soft cry, thrusting blindly back against his brother�s mouth. Itachi let his hips go, and Sasuke moved so that his entrance was hovering over Itachi�s slick organ. He braced his hands on Itachi�s cum-covered chest as he lowered himself, biting his lip to keep from whimpering. Itachi watched as their bodies joined slowly, bracing Sasuke�s hips. Despite having ejaculated moments before, Sasuke was getting hard again and desperate to get on with it. Itachi must have read his mind because he pumped his hips upward while pushing Sasuke down, effectively closing the distance between them. Sasuke let out painful wail, panting and glaring. Itachi hissed as nail dug into his flesh.
�Ow,� Sasuke whined breathlessly, shifting slightly. Itachi started thrusting a little, unable to resist the tight heat that was his brother. �I�wasn�t even� prepared.�
Itachi smirked, flushed with lust. �I know.� And he lifted Sasuke by the hips until just the head of his erection stayed in, and slammed him back down, meeting his hips halfway. Sasuke groaned and tossed his head back, literally fighting for air. Itachi repeated his actions. �Come on, otouto. Ride it like you own it!�
Sasuke looked back at his brother, something feral flashing in his eyes. Itachi smirked as Sasuke started moving on his own, but it faded into a look of pure bliss as Sasuke bounced and rolled his hips, fucking Itachi as if working for his own pleasure alone and panting like a whore with each stroke The elder sibling felt his climax approaching quickly and fought to stave if off, instead concentrating on making Sasuke come first. He grabbed Sasuke�s wet cock, rubbing his thumb firmly against the slit. Sasuke screamed as his back arched. Hot semen splashed against Itachi�s hand and dripped down his wrist.
Before Sasuke could recover, Itachi rolled them over and pounded into him without missing a beat, moaning throatily as he took advantage of Sasuke�s constricting muscles. Sasuke gasped and wrapped his arms around his brother�s neck, desperately bringing them closer.
�Ah� aniki. Uhn� yes,� he breathed, nails clawing at Itachi�s back. He had nearly blacked out as soon as he had reached his orgasm, but then Itachi grabbed him and started fucking him his own way, and the blinding pleasure returned. �I want�more. Harder! �
Itachi was only too happy to deliver until Sasuke was screaming again. He finally spilled his seed into Sasuke�s eager body with a low groan. Sasuke hit his orgasm again from the third time, torn between a cry and a whimper. Itachi withdrew, his cock still achingly hard, and his brother fell back, exhausted. He started stroking himself while staring at Sasuke, who was spread-eagled and looking more than well-fucked.
Sasuke watched him with sultry half-lidded eyes and a weak smirk. He was so damned sore and felt on the brink of unconsciousness, but he wanted to appreciate his brother�s show. Itachi was still covered with his essence, but his lack of energy prevented him from licking it off, as much as he wanted to.
�You have,� Itachi began, breathing heavily, �no� idea what� you do to me,� he said with a moan. He came moments later with a sigh, coating Sasuke with his cum. He carefully lay on top of his brother, kissing him softly. Sasuke made a content sound as their slick chests touched, responding to Itachi�s tongue tiredly.
�Mm. Love you, niisan,� Sasuke whispered, almost immediately falling asleep. Itachi pulled away, gazing at his brother�s face affectionately.

000 000

Sasuke woke up with a knock on the door. He grumbled tiredly and tried to sit up, only to collapse back onto the bed. Holy shit, his ass hurt like fuckin� hell!
�Honey, are you up?� asked Mikoto from the other side of the door. �It�s almost eleven in the morning. Let�s go to brunch.�
The teen tried again, but failed miserably. His skin felt itchy and stiff, as if he had been covered with something sticky and haven�t� Sasuke started to panic and promised he was going to kill his brother.
�Sasuke?�
�I�m fine, Okaasan,� he shouted, only to find his throat burned right after. He coughed, hoping his mother wouldn�t notice, but then she always noticed.
�Are you sick? Let me come in.� The knob twisted.
�Wait -- !�
�I�ll get him, Okaasan,� interrupted a familiar voice.
�Okay. We�ll be leaving in 30 minutes,� Mikoto said cheerfully.
Itachi opened the door and walked inside quietly, Sasuke glaring all the while. �What?� he asked innocently.
�I�m really, really sore, aniki,� Sasuke replied with a pout, and it slightly pained him to swallow. Itachi walked around the bed and pulled the sheets off his brother. He pulled the navy blue sleep shirt up, studying Sasuke�s torso. He leaned down and licked at the skin caking with his essence from the afternoon before. Sasuke pushed Itachi�s head away. �Ugh.�
Itachi smirked. �Go shower, then.�
Sasuke bit his lip as he sat up very slowly and spent twice as much time setting his legs on the floor. Itachi just stood, watching him with amusement. The younger brother glared and stood, only to collapse into Itachi�s waiting arms as his legs buckled. �Shit,� he cursed, holding onto firm biceps.
�We�ll tell our parents you can�t go,� Itachi said, helping him into the adjoined bathroom. �Need me to shower with you?�
Sasuke reeled from the scent Itachi�s cologne. �Huh?� he asked, snuggling closer to Itachi�s cotton shirt.
�Hold onto me.� Itachi leaned over and set the water to flow from the faucet and plugged the drain hole. He began filling the tub with warm water. Sasuke hugged his brother�s waist from behind, standing awkwardly. �Get undressed.�
�Then you shouldn�t have put clothes on me,� the younger muttered darkly as he shifted from his comfortable position, pulling off the shirt with one hand and tossing it to the floor. �Why didn�t you at least wipe me down?�
Itachi turned and helped him with his boxers. �You were sleeping so peacefully,� he cooed. Sasuke slapped his hands away.
�And if mom decided to give me a goodnight kiss?� he challenged. �With your cum all over me?� Naked, Sasuke could strongly smell the scent of sweat and sex on himself. He limped into the half-full tub of soothing, warm water, sighing loudly.
Itachi chuckled. �I wasn�t really serious about you not sitting,� he said as an afterthought, watching as Sasuke struggled to sit on the porcelain surface. �But you haven�t been on top in a while.�
�And you didn�t prepare properly me for your horse-cock,� Sasuke replied bitterly, hissing as he switched to sit on one cheek. The pain ebbed some.
�I�ll make it up to you, otouto,� Itachi murmured, kneeling on the plush, blue rug. �Hm?� He pressed two fingers against Sasuke�s forehead. �Besides, you begged for it.�
Sasuke blushed, rubbing at his forehead. �Uh huh,� came his sarcastic reply. His brother kissed him passionately, thrusting his tongue in at the slight parting of lips. Sasuke moaned throatily.
�I promise,� Itachi whispered against Sasuke�s lips. �You can do whatever you want to me.�
The younger teen�s heart skipped a beat, nearly stopping all together. �What?�
Itachi repeated himself, emphasizing each word with a pause in between. �Take me, if you so desire.�
Sasuke pulled away, dubious, but Itachi gave him a small smile in reassurance, stroking his hair. �Seriously?�
�Yes. I give you my word.�
Suddenly, the pain seemed to dissipate as he launched himself at Itachi, hugging his neck tightly. �Mmm,� he sighed happily in Itachi�s ear, nearly sounding sultry. Itachi fought back a shiver. �With whips and chains and handcuffs,� he added huskily, nipping at the pale neck before him.
The elder sibling clenched his fists as his jeans felt way too tight, resisting the urge to have sex with Sasuke again. Surely his brother was joking, right?
But then again, they could add the BDSM Club along with the MHC.

Hee hee. Well, this was actually a lot harder to write, but once I got the lemon going, it was easy as pie.
Thank you for all your reviews!! They helped Uchihacest happen more fluidly. Hopefully Satiate Me will have more luck with the updating. heh. I'm just kinda stuck on one part, 'cuz I wasn't sure if there really should be Kakashi/Sasuke... anyway, rambling.
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