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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’s back hit the mattress with enough force to make him bite his tongue but because of Itachi’s warm wet muscle thrusting deeply into his mouth it didn’t happen that way. It was the most intense kisses he had ever experienced in his young life so far, and of all people for it to be with. The whole concept was blowing his mind.
And Itachi was all over him now, tasting, biting, licking the flesh of his lips, adept hands sliding over Sasuke’s warm skin, stroking his member, and then moving to grip his ass. There were so many sensations overwhelming him all at once and the heaviness of Itachi’s body writhing against him caused him to feel extremely warm all over, and it embarrassed him the way his voice trembled when he moaned softly as Itachi moved away from him.
“Wait...why are you stopping!?” his eyes flew open, his voice sounding way too breathless in his own ears, and he pushed his hips toward his brother who had moved and was leaning over the edge of the bed, rummaging through his night table drawer. It looked like he was searching for something, but Sasuke knew not what.
His cock ached for more of those forbidden touches from his nii-san and he reached down to palm at his erection eagerly, whimpering like a hungry kitten and somehow looking to his older brother for help.
“Hold on, Sasuke...” Itachi’s voice was thick and dark with pleasure. “I’ve got some slick in here somewhere... fuck... yeah here it is.”
Sasuke watched, perplexed at his brother’s movements. Itachi returned quickly and although it was rather hard to see in the shadowy room at first, the soft wraithlike glow from the bathroom light underwhelmed the entire space. “What is it?” he whispered, not really sure exactly how all of this worked. Sure he understood sexual relations between males and females but between males and other males, he was a bit dense on the mechanics.
Itachi on the other hand seemed entirely capable at what he was doing in spite of the liquor he had consumed earlier. “What does it look like I’m doing, otouto?” his voice was low and playful, and he smirked in the dim room, and Sasuke felt his breath catch in his throat when Itachi laid the lubricant on the pillow beside them and moved slowly down his pale chest, placing sensual kisses over his pectorals, dragging his tongue down his abdomen, dipping into his navel.
Sasuke squirmed as the reverberation of Itachi’s low amused laughter was muffled in the soft dark hair surrounding his rigid manhood. “Itachiiii...” he groaned and and couldn’t stop the reflexive action of his fingers gripping into his brother’s long black hair.
“Ohgodfuckyes...” and then his entire length was engulfed in the warm wetness of Itachi’s mouth.
In response to Sasuke’s affirmation, his brother’s head began to bob, slowly at first, erotically humming as if it were the sweetest thing he’d ever had the pleasure to take into his mouth. He increased his suction and looked up to make eye contact with a very aroused-looking Sasuke.
He pulled off his brother’s length momentarily to look up at him, massaging his ball sack, “You love it don’t you, Sasuke...” he placed a long languid lick from the base of Sasuke’s cock all the way to the tip and buried it in his mouth once more, drawing a shudder and a heated whine from his sexy little brother.
Sasuke had never been turned on this much. His body shivered as tiny spasms of pleasure coursed their way through his young perfect body. Itachi knew what he was doing, that much was evident to Sasuke. “Ohhhh Itachiiii.”
Itachi couldn’t help but smirk around the girth of his little brother’s cock that filled his mouth. Sasuke was too adorable for his own good and that notion caused him to move his head faster to make the younger Uchiha shudder and release a loud cry before he pulled off quickly making his way back up the squirming body. His kisses upon the smooth chest were wetter this time, more sexually charged as he made his way upward to Sasuke’s neck, whispering in his ear, “God you’re so sexy otouto, I’m going to fuck you so hard...”
And Itachi made good on his promises. Sasuke quickly realized how enjoyable lubrication made what Itachi had began earlier on him. His long fingers slid deeply in and out of Sasuke’s tightness, scissoring and stretching him; and the way Itachi kissed him with the taste of the alcohol still warm on his lips and tongue, Sasuke felt incredibly aroused. Each time his erection brushed deliciously against his brother’s length, he noticed the hot hardness of it and it made him ache to feel Itachi’s cock deep inside of him.
“Are you ready for me?” Itachi’s words were low and shaky, and Sasuke could sense that Itachi was already anticipating his answer.
“...yeah~” Sasuke wasn’t sure how it was going to feel and more than that, what on earth their lives would be like after this night. It just wasn’t something that brothers did. It was simply forbidden.
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Sasuke tossed his head back, pressing it into the softness of the down pillow, one fist clenched the sheets of Itachi’s bed, the other hand drug blunt fingernails down his brother’s back leaving angry red whelps in their wake.
“Nngh nii-saannn!” he whined out, gritting his teeth.
“Oh fuck Sasuke... you’ve got the sweetest ass I’ve ever felt...” Itachi’s hissed words bit with an erotic sharpness each time he shoved in without gentleness, loving the warm tightness of the depths of his younger brother.
While Sasuke had always been rather precocious, it seemed that he was catching onto this quickly for his first time as well. He met Itachi’s movements with his own, grinding into him, rocking his hips for more leverage.
“It’s so hot, Itachi...” both hands were in Itachi’s hair now, pulling and gripping as he pulled himself upward causing his mouth to collide with his brother’s. Tongues slippery and wet greeted each other with an uninhibited clumsiness, not caring to prove anything but just how deeply one could taste the other.
“Fuck it’s so good...” Itachi’s words were groaned and needy and his cock had never felt so hard and aroused like this... not with anyone ever at any time. When he pulled out of Sasuke, it was only long enough to nudge him over onto his stomach and then up onto his hands and knees before he was moving to line himself back up with his little brother’s succulently swollen, pink hole.
It slid in smoothly this time and Sasuke cried out, arching his back in a sexy needful way that effectively spread his ass wider for his brother to pound him to perfection. Itachi had a strong handhold on his hips, almost painfully as such, but Sasuke didn’t care. With the amount of force that his brother was exerting into him, it was for the best that he be held steady so that he didn’t fall against the headboard He was trembling now, unable to control his movements as the prodigious head of Itachi’s cock pummeled against his sweet spot.
Sasuke came first with a feverish wail that was loud enough to wake the neighbors if they weren’t already. Itachi wasn’t far behind him as the tight velvety insides of his little brother spasmed around his cock, affording him more ecstasy than anyone possibly deserved and there was no way he could hold back the cry that ripped from his own throat as he emptied his warm seed into his little brother.
“I’m … god... I’m coming Sasuke,” his words sent Sasuke’s world spinning out of control. “...coming inside you...” Itachi’s ragged movements slowly died down and he fell easily against his brother’s back, kissing and biting sensually at the pale shoulder.
“Nii-chan~” Sasuke’s voice was feeble now and without warning they were falling together into the cum soaked sheets of Itachi’s bedding. Itachi rolled toward the other side of the mattress, dragging a limp Sasuke with him and snuggled him closely to his chest.
Sasuke closed his eyes, his voice fled from him and he could not find a way to speak. No matter what he said now... nothing would be the right thing to say.
He. Had. Just. Fucked. His. Brother.
Honestly, where could he go from there?
His eyes remained closed his ear pressed against his brother’s torso, near his heart, and he eavesdropped on Itachi’s heartbeat, listening carefully as it slowed from racing to a slow steady beat of normalcy. Sasuke held his breath, attempting to cause his own heartbeat to slow, resisting the urge to flood the quiet space between them with absurd questions and confessions about how he felt about what just happened.
But just now he felt a little undone. And it seemed that Itachi had already drifted off to sleep because it wasn’t too long before he was snoring softly and keeping a tight hold on Sasuke in a lover’s embrace. And to Sasuke it felt wonderful and suffocating all at the same time. He loved Itachi. That much he was sure of. He had always been sure of it... but now, he couldn’t shake the feeling that he might actually be in love with Itachi.
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The morning after, Sasuke was awakened suddenly. He sat bolt upright in bed, eyes wide, hair disheveled, and butt naked amidst the dark, rumpled, sex-stained sheets. In spite of the once again very dreary day that had dawned, his pale white skin was a stark contrast against his brother’s bedclothes. “Nii-san~”
His brother’s name burned his lips, and his stomach lurched gently as he was reminded of the things that happened last night. He turned to stare vacantly at the empty place where another lithe body should have lain, but Itachi was nowhere to be seen. “Nii-sann?” he called out with a bit more earnestness this time, directing his voice toward the bathroom where Itachi normally got ready for work, but the light was off and everything was silent.
He exhaled softly, wondering in slight bewilderment where his brother was. It wasn’t like Itachi to leave for work without saying anything to him... then again it wasn’t like Itachi to fuck him senseless with so much passion he was still sore; but that had happened last night too. “...fffuck.” Sasuke’s brain felt a little trippy and he rubbed his eyes.
He wondered vaguely if he was late for class, but considering the things which had transpired the previous evening, he honestly didn’t feel much like being around anyone... anyone except for Itachi that was. He couldn’t deny the urgency that leapt in his gut that screamed for him to get up. Get up and find his brother and find him fast. Find him and grab him and hug him and force him to tell Sasuke what exactly the fuck it was that had happened between them last night!
Would Itachi even remember what had happened? Surely he would, Sasuke thought to himself. It was, after all, unbelievable. And they had gone on for some time... his face felt abruptly hot, all at once and his heart seemed to skip a couple of beats. Itachi had made him come so hard, the sheets were stiff and icky in places as a result.
He had begged for his brother to fuck him harder and rougher and Itachi had obliged with so much intensity, Sasuke had thought he would pass out. He’d never known pleasure like that--hadn’t even really known it existed much less that it could be shared with another human being. But he had experienced it with his brother only a few hours ago.
He slipped quietly out of bed attempting to keep his lower body covered with one dark sheet. His intentions were to find his phone in order to 1) check the time. 2) call Naruto and tell him that he would definitely not be at class today. and 3) call Itachi and see where he was and when he would be back.
He swallowed hard as he thought of number 3. While calling Itachi seemed like a good idea in theory, actually hearing his brother’s deep serious voice on the other end of the line would more than likely have him fumbling for words like a shy schoolgirl. That wouldn’t be acceptable. But what to do?
He didn’t have any experience in this area. Should he play it off cooly, like it was nothing? Or should he approach Itachi from an adult-like standpoint and speak with him boldly and truthfully about the events that had happened the night before and how Itachi was, after all drunk, and shouldn’t things like this be handled like adults?
...Or should he take the coward’s way out and pretend like nothing ever happened. Pretend like he hadn’t cried out Itachi’s name when his older brother had emptied his load inside of him, pretend like the love bites all over his neck were simply figments of his imagination and that the aching in his lower back from his nii-san fucking him into the mattress were only ghost sensations... nothing real to be contended with?
There was no ‘right’ answer he decided and sighed heavily as he found his phone on the edge of Itachi’s desk in his study. He couldn’t help but also notice the trail of clothes that seemed to lead from Itachi’s desk down the hallway and into the master bedroom. He scooped up the device but found it to be dead as a coffin nail, because in the heat of things with his brother, he’d forgotten to charge it.
Fuck.
He carried it in his hand back into the kitchen, seeking out the wall clock. He yawned and rubbed his eyes wearily when he realized the time. It was nearly eleven o’clock in the morning.
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By one that afternoon, the rain had started up again and Sasuke had made his call to Naruto explaining that he had been up and down all night. He led the blonde to believe he had been sick with some sort of stomach virus and had been up and down from his bed throwing up, when in fact the only thing he’d been up and down on all night was Itachi’s cock.
Naruto seemed to buy the lie well enough. He laughed and handed Sasuke the usual, ‘something’s going around and I guess you should wash your hands more often’ speech which caused Sasuke to sneer at the idiot-who-had-broken-his-laptop’s obvious disregard for just how particular he was about his hygiene and then said their goodbyes with Naruto wishing him an enthusiastic get-well-soon.
He sat on the large leather sofa in the living room with his phone in his lap. He looked around at the empty room. Everything about Itachi’s apartment was expertly appointed, immaculate and the best money could buy; but at the same time Itachi was a minimalist. He didn’t like a lot of ‘things’, but the things he did like were very high quality and very expensive.
Why was Itachi so perfect? He asked himself the question, but the truthful answer was that he didn’t know. While Itachi always excelled in everything, Sasuke forever felt like he was struggling not to be the shadow behind Itachi’s glorious light.
He let his head fall back onto the pillow back of the sofa, listening to the rain that seemed to go on infinitely with low rumbles of thunder here and there. It set a rather dreary and lonely mood for him.
He stared at the ceiling, his mind flittering lightly through the previous night’s events, filled with images of writhing bodies tangled in the dark sheets, sweat slicked, heated flesh rubbing together with a friction that caused painfully sweet responses from them both.
His eyes slid closed and he slowly palmed at the erection that was forming in his jeans as he remembered the way Itachi’s fingers had felt inside him, how they had played with him, teased him, and the way his brother had kissed him-- like he couldn’t get enough of him. The feeling was overwhelming. “Nnnh... Nii-sannn~” his voice was a soft shaky moan in the empty apartment.
His fingers slowly, carefully, unbuttoned the fly of his jeans, popping each round metal fastener loose with ease. He licked his lips as he took his rigid flesh in a rather slack grip, preferring to just tease himself as he thought about his brother screwing him.
*Itachi had loved it, hadn’t he?* There was something wickedly delicious about that thought. It made him feel empowered. He tightened his grip slightly and began to move his hand slowly back and forth up his shaft, the movements sending sweet little jolts of electricity through his body. The sensations made him stiffen up a little, biting his lip hungrily as his phone fell to the side by his leg.
He was rock hard and already so aroused he knew this wouldn’t take long. His hand moved quicker and he released the hold that his teeth had on his lip in favor of liberating the moan from his throat. It was louder this time, more seductive sounding. Oh if only Itachi could be there just then...
Suddenly his reverie was interrupted by a digital melody and a vibration against his leg and it surprised him and caused him to jump abruptly.
“Goddammit...” he hissed letting go of his erection reaching for his phone. His heart sputtered in his chest as he looked at the tiny screen.
It was Itachi.
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“Hello, Nii-san?” Sasuke’s voice sounded quavery, and he fumbled with the buttons of his jeans once more attempting to shove his softening cock back into his pants as if Itachi could not only hear him on the other end of the line but see him also.
“Sasuke~” Itachi’s voice was steady in contrast to his own. “I’m glad I caught you.” Sasuke’s eyebrows furrowed slightly as he listened in awe to the way Itachi’s timbre was low. Calm. Almost too calm. There wasn’t a hint that anything was amiss. Not one hint at all.
“W-What’s up, Itachi?” Sasuke stammered suddenly feeling rather discomfited.
“We are going to be dining out tonight. I wanted to let you know ahead of time. Please dress nicely. We will be entertaining guests.”
Itachi paused as if waiting for Sasuke’s reply and yet there was nothing more than silence on the line.
“Sasuke? Did you hear me?” his words weren’t exactly hateful but they had a sharpness to them that made Sasuke feel unsettled inside.
“Yes, aniki,” he answered quickly.
“Very well. We will pick you up at eight sharp in the limo. Don’t disappoint me Sasuke. I’m depending on you to help me make a good impression for the family. Our image means everything, Sasuke. I know you are aware of that fact. Uchiha Optics has the opportunity to rectify what Madara nearly aborted with the Senju Corporation this evening.”
Sasuke cleared his throat. “Don’t worry Itachi. I’ll be ready.”
“Very good. How are your classes going today?”
Sasuke swallowed hard. “I...uh... I didn’t go to class today...” surely this would be the spot where Itachi would mention something about what happened last night. Sasuke felt his heart well up for a moment like it might explode right there in his chest and all his blood would cease to flow through his veins. Yet without missing a beat Itachi continued.
“But you are feeling well enough to go with us tonight. Am I correct in this otouto?” Itachi’s voice was cool, almost to the point of being supercilious.
“Yes. I am fine now... we can talk about it after dinner, ne?”
“Certainly.” Itachi’s reply was distant, detached.
Sasuke ended the call. His heart felt weak, and altogether abused by his older brother just then. Why had Itachi played him off like all that had happened last night between them had been a dream? Why would Itachi do something like that to him? The questions compounded and swirled around his brain like a whirlpool and drained darkly into his soul.
Masturbating now would be unthinkable, and he was confident that his penis would remain flaccid considering what had just happened on the telephone with Itachi. He felt depressed and more than anything else right then, he wanted to sleep and forget about everything that had happened before he had to face Itachi that evening. Indeed, a nap sounded like the perfect prescription.
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Itachi managed to get through the work day, in spite of seeming unwillingly displaced. His thoughts ravaged his brain like hungry zombies in search of their high noon meal. He stayed in a conference call most of the morning with Fugaku concerning the meeting they would be having tonight at one of the ritzier host clubs in Konoha.
“I’m going to expect you to handle this parley tonight, son,” Fugaku’s voice sounded expectant on the other end of the conference call. Expectant but at the same time assured. If there was one thing that Fugaku Uchiha could count on it was his eldest son Itachi. His pride and joy.
“Don’t worry, Otousan.” Itachi smiled briefly, shifting his weight in the huge leather executive chair. “I won’t disappoint you.” The words tasted bitter like venom and he wanted to spit them out. How could he possibly tell such a lie? If only the poor man knew what a sick bastard he’d sired. If only he could have seen him with Sasuke’s precious and tender ass in a deathgrip last night. If only he could have watched as his eldest boy slammed into the gorgeous supple body of his youngest son, over and over... and *over*. The way he covered his brother’s pale throat with angry red marks last night before emptying a huge load of come inside him and forcing their DNA to mingle together in ways that were strictly forbidden.
“Hashirama Senju will be bringing Obito along to have dinner with us. You may remember him from when you were small...” Itachi nodded at his father’s words. Of course he knew Obito, but it had been the better part of ten years since he had seen him. They had spent a summer together in the Uchiha vacation ‘cottage’, which was really more or less a huge estate in its own right high on a hill overlooking a craggy and rather severe stretch of coastline. The summer when they were both fourteen.
Itachi leaned over his desk, placing one elbow down to rest the weight of his head in his hand. He massaged his forehead slowly, keeping the phone call as intact as possible. Of course he remembered Obito...
“He doesn’t look the same,” his father went on. “Since the accident, he’s much different. Please try not to stare... you must understand that the last thing we need is to make Obito or his step-father feel uncomfortable.”
“I know, Otousan. I haven’t seen him since the accident... but from what I’ve heard it was pretty bad.”
“Well... they’ve done as much plastic surgery as they can to try to correct the problems with his facial features... but his vision in the right side... well it’s simply irreparable...” Fugaku sighed heavily. It was after all, his own family he was speaking about.
“Yes, but perhaps we will have the opportunity to reverse the irreversible,” Itachi tried his best to make his voice sound hopeful and inspirational, but inside all he could think about was Sasuke.
Fugaku’s sister, Hikari had given birth to Obito out of wedlock when she was a mere girl of seventeen. It had served to put a stain on the Uchiha family’s respectability (or at least they believed that it had). It wasn’t that they had shunned Hikari, but things hadn’t ever really been the same between them since she had the baby and the unnamed father had never shown up to claim what was his.
No one was ever really sure if Hikari knew Obito’s true paternity or not, but it was one of those things that got swept under the proverbial rug and the family tried to carry on. Hikari effectively disappeared for quite a few years and then resurfaced when the boy was twelve; when she showed back up though, it wasn’t just her and Obito any more. She returned on the arm of an affluent man named Hashirama Senju...
Not only was Hashirama Senju heir to his father’s lumber industry; that in itself would have made him worth untold millions, but he was also heading up a huge glass manufacturing company known as Senju Glassworks. And therein lay the particular importance of Hashirama Senju to the Uchiha family. Sure Fugaku was fond enough of his brother-in-law, but when it came right down to it, Senju Glassworks had engineered a special kind of glass that Uchiha Optics wanted to get their little hands on. And they wanted to partner up with them to create their new brainchild. The glass was thin-- less than a half a millimeter. It was delicate and precisely clear much like a human cornea. Yet what made it a valuable treasure to the Uchiha family was that it was virtually indestructible. And that made their alliance with Uchiha Optics an extremely valuable one.
Obito had suffered an accident in his early twenties which had left him with substantial scarring to the right side of his face. This was much to everyone’s horror because Obito Uchiha had always been such a handsome young man. He definitely had been blessed with the looks that the Uchiha family was well-known for. Nonetheless, Obito had suffered the accident which had additionally left him lacking vision in his right eye in addition to all the scarring.
And that was where Uchiha Optics came in. They had insisted that their new ocular implants would revolutionize the medical world, bringing sight to the blind and delivering better than perfect vision to anyone who could afford them. Not only were ‘Eternaleyes’, as they were trademarked, capable of restoring sight but they had the ability to do other things that had yet to be revealed. And of course Madara Uchiha was making sure to keep those aspects under wraps in order to milk the public for more money each time a new ‘version’ of the eyes was released.
There was only one problem. The Hyuuga family was also hot on the trail of procuring the miracle glass from Senju Glassworks and it was in the web of convoluted business transactions and favors granted on behalf of one family to the other that had Hashirama Senju teetering on the edge of selling the rights to the miracle glass to the Hyuugas instead of the Uchihas.
Tonight would be their last chance, of this Itachi felt sure. Their last chance to appropriate the glass and he and his father had a plan that they were sure would cinch the deal and guarantee that Senju was theirs for the taking.
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Sasuke stepped out of the apartment door wearing black slacks and a matching suit coat. He had chosen a white shirt and black tie thinking that Itachi would be more proud of him the more traditionally dressed he was, and if there was one thing that he needed right then, it was for Itachi to not be upset with him.
He wasn’t exactly looking forward to seeing his brother, but only for one reason. He was mentally exhausted from overthinking the things that had happened between them the night before and as much as he wanted to find a chance to discuss it, the forecast for it actually taking place looked about as dreary as the weather tonight.
He took the stairs quickly to the outside. It was a misty messy night; one of those nights that would best be spent curled up by a roaring fire watching movies with Itachi. He checked his phone briefly to see about the time and shoved it back into his pocket realizing they would likely be pulling up in the long black limousine at any moment.
No sooner had he pushed his phone back into the depths of his slacks and declined an umbrella that was offered from the doorman than the luxury automobile owned by Uchiha Optics pulled up and the chauffeur slid out of the driver’s seat. As he walked around the front of the car he nodded to Sasuke. “I hope you’re having a pleasant evening, sir.” He opened the door and motioned for Sasuke to climb in.
The young raven haired teen ducked his head and climbed into the limo. He slid onto the supple doeskin leather seat and came face to face with none other than Itachi Uchiha.
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