Summer of Confessions

Chapter3


Sasuke was grumbling to myself when he made his way down to breakfast the next morning. Itachi was already seated in his usual spot. Sasuke yawned widely and scratch the back of his head. He heard a chuckle and glared at his brother. Itachi leaned back smoothly in his chair and crossed his arms. Sasuke looked around the kitchen and frowned.

“Where’s okaa-san?”

“She went out today with our father,” Itachi explained calmly.

Sasuke’s face fell completely. Itachi fought down the laughter. The panic was building in the black eyes as they darted around the kitchen franticly.

“D-did she leave breakfast?”

“No.”

“O-oh. Well, th-that’s okay.”

Sasuke voice shook as he lowered himself into the chair facing Itachi. His eyes continued to search the room in hopes of finding his aniki lying to him. Sasuke could not cook. Without his mother, he was basically helpless. Itachi shifted again, this time leaning forward to place his elbows on the table and fold his hands in front of his mouth.

“Are you hungry, otouto?”

“N-no! I’m-”

Sasuke’s stomach cut him off in mid-lie. It complained loudly from being empty. Sasuke blushed. Itachi no longer held back his laughter at the adorable face his baby brother wore. He stood up, feeling merciful.

“What would you like, otouto?”

“It doesn’t matter,” the younger answered quietly.

Itachi moved quickly around the kitchen to prepare breakfast for them both. Sasuke kept his gaze averted while his brother worked. His uselessness in such situations only served to infuriate him. Although his aniki looking out for him made his heart soar, his lack of ability in any aspect of his life made the boy feel very emo. He was already choking back his pout. He should be more grateful to his brother and not burden him with whining first thing in the morning. Unbeknownst to him, Itachi watched his face as he sulked.

Itachi was finding it harder and harder as each day passed to resist the natural allure of his sibling. Sasuke was much too cute. And Itachi never had a break from it. No matter what the child did, he shone with his cuteness. Sasuke was teasing him without even realizing it. So when the boy actually did try seducing the man, it was near to impossible to resist that call. Yet somehow Itachi still managed to prevail over his hormones. Itachi shook his head and focused his thoughts on the stove heating up in front of him.

“Aniki?” a small voice interrupted him as he dropped the bread into the hot skillet moments later.

“Yes?”

“Teach me how to cook.”

Itachi swallowed hard. The image of Sasuke in an apron leaning how to cook and most likely making a huge mess in the process had his thoughts right back to where they were before.

“Later,” he said thickly.

He could see the pout spread across the boy’s face in his mind. He kept his back to the boy and attempted to keep his attention on the food he was making. He flipped the bread over in time to stop the first side from burning. His mouth was unusually dry. Itachi licked his lips slowly and took a deep breath.

“Are you okay, aniki?”

The worried voice was much too close to Itachi’s tastes. He nodded, knowing Sasuke had his eyes on his older brother. He was plating the French toast he had finished when hands wrapped around his waist from behind. He nearly dropped the plate as he held it over the counter. He only just managed to put it down when the hands moved down even quicker than they had the night before. Both small hands covered his erection through his pants. Itachi took another deep breath.

“Not near the stove, Sasuke,” he warned.

“Then step away from it,” Sasuke muttered into his brother’s back.

“No.”

“Why not?”

The hands slipped under the waistband of the pants hanging on Itachi’s hip. The man flushed pink. He had neglected to put on his boxers the night before. At the time he had been relieved. If he had wasted time on them, Sasuke surely would have found him much more naked then he actually had. But now, it was hardly a desired situation. Sasuke’s lithe hands were already wrapped around his weeping cock. One thumb had collected the pooling liquid at the tip and was proceeding with smearing the substance down his shaft. Itachi shuddered and pushed back away from the stove. He gathered his strength and turned around, ripping Sasuke’s hands free in the process. He was glaring down at his brother who wore a very satisfied smile.

Sasuke raised the thumb that had caressed him to plump, pink lips and slipped the digit inside the awaiting mouth. Sasuke moaned at his brother’s taste. Itachi felt his cock twitch as lust clouded the smaller boy’s eyes. Itachi bit down on his tongue to ground himself. He wanted so desperately to turn Sasuke over on the table, or perhaps the floor, and give them both what they wanted so badly. Oh, how he despised being the older and more responsible one.

“Please, aniki. I want you,” the boy all but whispered.

“No. Go sit down, otouto. I will not tell you again. If you cannot wait until your birthday, I shall just have to extend the date.”

Sasuke opened his mouth to protest. Itachi bent over low instead and captured the devilish lips with his own. His tongue raped its way through his brother’s mouth and found his own taste still lingering on the other tongue. He assaulted his brother thoroughly before pulling back. Sasuke fell back into the chair he had been sitting in. He was gasping for air as he listened to his brother and sat down. Itachi calmly turned back to his cooking. In only minutes, a plate of French toast was placed before both seating arrangements. Itachi took his own place at the table and eat his breakfast slowly.

Sasuke’s toast was garnished with only traces of powdered sugar. He could always trust his aniki to remember his hatred of sweet things. Well, with one major exception. Itachi’s, however, was dripping with syrup and more of the sugar. Itachi was deliberate in the slow motions to place a piece of the bread in his mouth. Several times, the syrup ran down the fork he was eating with and onto his fingers. At that point, the man would always sit his fork down and make a spectacle of licking the gooey stuff off. Sasuke barely touched his food while he watched. He whimpered loudly with each flick of that talented tongue across the long fingers.

The doorbell cut through the spell Itachi had placed on his otouto. Looking for an escape, the younger boy jumped up and ran to answer the door. It could have only been a friend. Their parents would have come in through the garage door connecting to the same kitchen Itachi was teasing him in. Sasuke paused to adjust his sleep shorts before opening the door. Naruto stood at their doorstep with an utterly defeated look. He sniffled loudly when he saw Sasuke. A dark eyebrow rose.

“I-I confessed!” Naruto wailed, pushing past his friend.

“To Kakashi?”

“Yes!”

“What did he say?”

Naruto was muttering incoherently as he followed his nose into the kitchen. He waved to Itachi and sat down in Sasuke’s place. The blonde ate Sasuke’s breakfast for him. The eyebrow that had risen in silent inquiry now twitched in irritation. Sasuke sat down next to his aniki.

“H-he said… he said I was too young! Can you believe that?!” Naruto finally answered after the toast was gone.

“Yes,” Sasuke replied curtly.

“Naruto-kun, what else did he say?” Itachi pressed on kindly.

“He said to come back when I was sixteen if I still liked him.”

“Well then, there is still hope.”

“Yes, but sixteen! That’s four years away!”

“Only three and a few months,” Sasuke tried.

The excited look in cerulean eyes and the approving smile from his beloved told Sasuke he had indeed helped. Naruto seemed to take the encouragement and put it to heart immediately. He started planning aloud for how he would start studying more so he could be accepted into the school Kakashi had just started teaching at. He made the brothers promise to help tutor him. The school was among the top schools in the district. The blonde hadn’t realized he had saved Sasuke’s ass from a thorough pounding with his perfectly un-timed entrance.

Naruto was once again invited to spend the day with the brothers. Sasuke spent his day sulking but refused to leave the other two alone still. He was hardly contributive to any forms of conversation, and his only high point of the day was when Itachi pulled him into a warm lap as soon as he yawned. He gladly accepted the offer and snuggled into his aniki’s chest and lap to nap while Naruto quizzed Itachi on more ways of making the older man he loved fall for him with in the next three years and a few months. Itachi had grown weary of the subject after the first few hours but had let the boy continue out of generosity..

Sasuke awakened shortly before his parents got back home for dinner time. His stomach had been growling loudly almost immediately. Naruto had chosen to escape the house lest he make dinner at the Uchihas another large, unnecessary event. Mikoto had not even paused from the moment she walked into the house until the moment she sat down to eat. After dinner came the ice cream their parents had bought while away from the house. Much to Itachi’s delight on the subject, they had gotten the creamsicles he adored so much. Sasuke had declined, but stuck around to watch Itachi eat the popsicle.

With the parents still around, Itachi ate his first one as he usually would. Seeing the watchful eyes on him, he asked his brother to go watch the stars with him as he retrieved another cold snack. Sasuke was thrilled at the excuse to be alone with him once more. He followed Itachi out their back door like a devoted kitten. Itachi took a seat on the small porch out back and patted the wood next to him, inviting Sasuke to do the same. Sasuke stood at the door, mesmerized by the way the popsicle traveled to the already reddened lips of his brother even as he invited Sasuke to sit down. The ice cream started melting almost immediately in the summer night’s heat. Sasuke was taking slow steps with his eyes glued to the dripping treat. Itachi’s tongue was swirling around to get every bit of the ice cream it could. His lips looked to be an even deeper shade of red.

Sasuke was frozen in place once more with only two feet of empty space between the Uchiha brothers when the popsicle slid easily into Itachi’s mouth. The dark eyes of his aniki closed slowly and the man let out a sound akin to a moan. Sasuke licked his lips as he watched the show. His pants were considerably tighter at that moment. If the slow torture didn’t stop soon, Sasuke was sure he was going to try raping his brother on their back porch. Itachi read the intentions in the younger eyes.

“Why don’t you close the blinds inside? We would be able to see the stars better,” Itachi offered with a small smile.

Sasuke turned on his heel quickly and rushed back inside the house. His parents were sitting on the couch near the back door and they both gave him a questioning look. Although they would not be able to see anything if they were watching the television screen, Itachi must have wanted to be sure. Sasuke forced a smile and moved to close the blinds on the windows that looked outside.

“What are you doing, son?” his father asked.

“We want to see the stars better,” Sasuke smiled over his shoulders as he adjusted the blinds.

“Why don’t we turn off the lights for you as well,” his mother offered as she stood up.

Sasuke muttered his thanks while he worked to block all light and possible prying eyes from seeing the back porch. His mother cut off the lights in the living room as he finished pulling the curtains over the back glass doors. He waved his appreciation and slipped back outside. Itachi was licking some of the ice cream that had slid down his arm off his pale skin. Sasuke did not hesitate this time has he had before. He was kneeling next to his brother with a pleading expression within only moments.

“Sasuke,” Itachi’s voice was heavy. “Why do you think you want to sleep with me?”

“I love you, aniki. I want you,” Sasuke replied with a breathless tone.

“Do you even know what you’re asking for?”

“Well, yeah. I suppose so. I get the concept.”

Itachi’s mouth curled up at the corners. He laughed lowly and pulled his brother into his lap with the hand not holding the cold treat. He took another long lick of the popsicle. Sasuke leaned over and licked some of the dripping ice cream as well. He scowled at the too sweet flavor.

“You do not even know what to expect,” Itachi continued. “How do you know you will not tell me to stop once I start?”

“I just do. I trust you, aniki. I would not want you to stop.”

Itachi said no more after that. His eyes darkened with a purpose. His free hand slipped underneath the waist band of his brother’s shorts and boxers. He earned a small gasp that morphed quickly into a moan when his hand closed around Sasuke’s cock. He leaned his head over to kiss along Sasuke’s neck. His cold lips sent his brother’s skin tingling. Sasuke moaned again. The hand wrapped around his cock was driving him to a fully erect position. He closed his eyes to savor the contact. The only thing on his mind was that maybe Itachi had decided to give in to him. He almost held his breath while he waited for the hand around him to move even a little bit faster.

His surprise came when he felt an extra hand touching him. The hand had gently stroked the skin above his waist line before moving to unbutton his shorts. His eyes shot open and his head tilted back to look at his older brother. Itachi had the popsicle in his mouth while he worked on freeing Sasuke from his shorts. When the zipper came up, the hand withdrew to take up the popsicle once more.

“Why don’t you take those off for me, otouto,” he suggested calmly.

Sasuke could only nod. He wiggled his way free of his shorts, remaining in the warm lap while he did. Itachi’s hand never left his erection.

“Both of them,” Itachi instructed.

Sasuke again nodded. He pulled out of his underwear even faster. He shivered at the thought of being half naked outside. Even more so that his parents were only a glass door away. They would be so much more than busted if they were caught. Itachi seemed to be following his thoughts. He leaned in to Sasuke’s ear to whisper.

“You’ll just have to keep your voice down.”

“H-hai,” Sasuke whispered back.

“I’m not going to sleep with you, otouto,” Itachi warned him.

“Huh?! But I thought-”

“I am merely going to show you what you think you are ready for.”

To answer the question before it could be asked, Itachi released the firm grip on the boy’s cock and pulled him around by his upper arm. Sasuke twisted with the movement and ended up straddling Itachi’s lap. The hand released his arm and trailed down his back. The younger Uchiha’s eyes widened. He had always known this would have to be how it happened. That did not mean he was fully ready for it, no matter how many times he told them both he was. Itachi’s fingers were already dangerously close to where they would need to be, and yet where they shouldn’t at the same time.

Itachi stared deeply into Sasuke’s eyes while he touched the boy. He watched it all flash through the onyx orbs. It fear, the doubt, the uncertainty. And the desire. Had the desire not existed there, he would have stopped much sooner. Instead, he pressed his fingers against the twin globes that shielded his final destination. Sasuke was breathing heavily, and Itachi almost stopped in response. He was in complete control of himself, so his stopping would have only been for Sasuke’s sake that time. He had only intended on giving the boy a small taste of what sex for them would mean.

Itachi was no expert by any means. He had experimented once, sure, but he had never slept with anyone. His family liked to ignore that part of him. It was expected that he had done at least something. He was eighteen after all. He had gone through puberty just like everyone else. He had never done anything serious out of love for Sasuke. He had always held some hope in the back of his mind that one day Sasuke would feel the same. At that time, he had wanted to give his baby brother everything he had. Everything he knew he would have to take from the boy.

Bringing his thoughts back to his task, his dipped one finger between the cheeks to touch lightly at the tight pucker hidden away. Sasuke gasped and shuddered at the touch. Sasuke bit down on his lower lip to keep the protests at bay. Itachi felt him tense under the probing finger. He wanted to smirk at the reaction but chose not to. The last thing he needed to do was scare his brother away at this point. The finger Itachi was using pressed inside the tight ring of muscles. A pained gasp ripped from Sasuke’s throat.

“You’re burning up right here,” Itachi mumbled, pressing his cheek against Sasuke’s.

“A-aniki,” the boy begged.

“Yes? Do you wish for me to stop?”

The finger pressed in deeper as he spoke the words. Itachi showed Sasuke he had no intentions of stopping regardless of the answer. The younger brother shook his head “No”. Itachi kissed the corners of his eyes and pushed his finger as far in as he could get it. Sasuke whined loudly. He hated the intrusive feeling. His insides felt like they were burning with a dull pain. The slight stretching of just one finger was not pleasant at all. Somehow, Sasuke had harbored the idea that sex would just fall into place nicely with very minimal pain. He thought their love would make everything magically work.

He was finding it far from his thoughts. He reminded himself that he wanted this. And that it was only Itachi’s finger inside him. That finger was twisting around inside him. He knew he was tense, probably way too tense. He just could not, for the life of him, relax. It was too uncomfortable. His instincts were screaming at him to make the object filling him go away. Itachi seemed to be very patient with him. He kept his movements slow so as to not scare Sasuke. He knew this was quite an ordeal for his precious younger brother. His finger curled just so slightly to search for something.

Sasuke groaned when the finger dug up into his muscles. Itachi’s finger was probing deeper, if possible. Sasuke focused on taking deep breaths. He was not sure if he could ever relax, but he wanted to try. The burn had started to fade and he was sure the last of the pain would not be far behind.

“I think I’m okay now,” he told Itachi softly.

“Are you sure? I am going to add another one when you are ready.”

This made Sasuke tense again. This kind of anticipation was not something he looked forward to. He took awhile before he answered. One was enough to get used to all in its own. Two? That was almost too much to imagine. Something cold fell on his knee. Sasuke jumped at the sensation. When his body came back down from the small leap, Itachi’s finger struck something. Sasuke moaned at the brief feeling. His eyes were wide again.

“What was that?” he asked excitedly.

“The ice cream? Or what I guess we just found?”

“What we… found,” Sasuke blushed at his own words.

“That, otouto, would be your prostate. Makes all this worth it, wouldn’t you say?”

“M-maybe.”

Itachi brought his popsicle to his lips once again and licked away what was melting. Sasuke wiped away the sticky stuff still resting on his knee. He licked his finger clean, having no other option. He found the burn and pain had faded completely at that point.

“I’m ready, aniki,” he announced confidently.

Sasuke had already assumed that the extra appendage would make striking at that spot again easier. He knew the unpleasantness would be worse with the added finger. He was not sure on how much more it would hurt. He chose not to worry about it. He wanted more of the feeling that had made him moan at the slightest of brushes. He could only imagine what it would feel like with the actual pressure. The thoughts made him shiver. Itachi smiled softly and moved to oblige the boy’s desires. A second finger circled the hole currently stretched around only the one finger. Sasuke took a deep breath and tried to relax as best he could. They both knew he wasn’t doing a very good job of that yet. Itachi took his brother’s lead and pressed his other finger past the ring. Sasuke bit down on his lower lip harder yet.

That pain was much more intense. He went from reveling in the pleasure to wincing in pain within moments. He tasted the blood of his lip but held his teeth in place. He would scream if he released his lip. His mind was clinging to the conversation earlier about staying quiet. It grounded him from over stimulation. He watched as Itachi continued to lick the popsicle while introducing the other finger to him. Part of him wanted Itachi to push it all the way in and let him adjust. The sane part of him knew that would be far too much for him to handle.

He felt a tear slide down his cheek. He could not spare the thought to wonder how it got there. He was trying to maintain steady breathing. If he could only get his body to relax it would not be nearly as bad, right?

“Its alright, otouto. I will go slowly for you. I do not want to hurt you.”

“It does hurt, aniki,” Sasuke admitted pitifully.

“I know. It is best to do this at least once, though. I doubt you would want to go through with sex after having experienced such pain all in one sitting, am I right?”

“I… I guess.”

“It doesn’t always hurt,” Itachi soothed.

Sasuke nodded. That thought helped him relaxed. He was making it more difficult than it should be. He realized immediately his brother’s words were true. He let go of his worries of such things always hurting and allowed himself to truly breath. Itachi sighed happily when the vice-like grip Sasuke’s inner walls had on him slackened. Sasuke managed to smile weakly.

“I was making it worse,” Sasuke explained.

“I figured,” Itachi laughed.

Itachi pushed his second finger in more after that. Sasuke managed a steady breathing rhythm. The second finger took its time exploring on the way in. The burn had come back to the stretching entrance. Sasuke could see little white spots floating across his vision from time to time. The pain was still intense. He had only gotten a degree of control on his state of mind and relaxed. Nothing else had actually changed. When Itachi’s second finger had made its way in deeper than the first, it found the small nub hidden away. When Itachi pressed on it gently, Sasuke’s body tensed again, but the boy moaned happily. Itachi had to remember to lick the popsicle in intervals.

It was during this routine that Itachi’s mind decided to twist the situation. Now, Itachi was not always one to do such adventurous things without more of a prompt. Maybe it was the situation, being outside with their parents virtually so close. They would not have been caught if their parents had come outside. The shadows of the house put them in such a position that the only way they would have been discovered is if Sasuke could not stay quiet and someone had walked over to them. With such a position, Itachi’s true perverted mind seemed to have been kicked into an overdrive.

“You are still burning up, otouto,” he whispered with a lust soaked voice.

He swirled his tongue around the ice cream after speaking. His fingers curled a little more and pressed a little harder on his brother’s prostate. Sasuke buried his head in the crook of Itachi’s neck to help muffle his moan. Itachi leaned over to nip at an exposed earlobe.

“Shall I help cool you off?”

Sasuke’s mind wasn’t processing those words. He nodded numbly. He assumed anything his brother was talking about would be in his best interest. The fingers inside him withdrew with enough care not to hurt him more. Sasuke took a deep breath of relief. It felt better already to have the intrusions gone. He only felt slightly empty. He let his eyes closed and his mind worked to comprehend the words spoken seconds ago. By the time the sentence clicked, it was too late.

Itachi had held on to one cheek after removing his fingers. The popsicle had melted enough that it was smaller than his two fingers. The cold object was pressing against the hot pucker when his sentence had been understood by the boy. Sasuke gave a loud yelp before pressing his hands to his mouth. His body shivered violently. Itachi smirked at the action. He had thought Sasuke would pull away and protest. He could only assume at this point it was devotion that held the child in place. Not one to pass up his opportunity, Itachi pressed on. He swirled the cold, sticky ice cream around the hole. Sasuke squirmed in his brother’s arms.

“Hurts,” he muttered.

“Does it really, otouto?”

Sasuke whimpered in response when the popsicle slipped inside him. It had melted even more pressed against the heated flesh and was fueled on by the liquid it had melted into. Sasuke cried out again and pressed a fist into his mouth. His body shivered more as Itachi urged the popsicle deeper inside. Tears were pouring more freely down Sasuke’s face. His feeble cries were changing to moans when Itachi began sliding the popsicle in and out of the boy. His body had adjusted quickly to the temperature. While the melting was slightly uncomfortable, the movement was starting to feel good. The lubrication the melting created helped things along very nicely.

Itachi’s hesitation was gone when he saw Sasuke responding so beautifully. The boy was arching forward into him while the popsicle molested him very thoroughly. Itachi began to push it in farther and increasing his speed ever so slightly. The control he thought he had a tight grip on started slipping with each thrust. He could only imagine how Sasuke would feel wrapped around his cock instead of the popsicle. Sasuke was moaning a little louder at that point. Itachi slowed down considerably.

“A-aniki! Please don’t….”

“You are too loud, otouto.”

Sasuke nodded to show he understood. His hips pushed back to urge Itachi to resume his former speed and depth. Instead, the man pulled the popsicle completely free of the muscles gripping it. Itachi scowled at the remains of the ice cream. He tossed it out into their yard before any protests could be made.

“Aniki?” Sasuke looked up to him.

Itachi’s scowl deepened. Sasuke was too aroused over a popsicle. The lust burning into Itachi through his brother’s eyes turned his mood in an instant. He knew he had been the one to drive the boy crazy, but Itachi was jealous of that popsicle. It had been somewhere he had promised himself he would not go until Sasuke was ready. It seemed at this point Sasuke would be ready whenever Itachi gave the word. But Itachi still clung to his theory of Sasuke being too young.

“Aniki?” Sasuke tried again, a little louder.

“Get dressed, otouto. You need to get cleaned up.”

“Why did you stop?”

“I told you this was just a small taste of what is to come later. Now get dressed and go inside.”

“No,” Sasuke whispered.

Itachi raised an eyebrow carefully. Sasuke’s cheeks were painted with a dark blush while he avoided the intense gaze that had settled over him. Itachi chuckled lowly.

“No?”

“No,” Sasuke repeated.

“Well, then I suppose I will have to clean you up myself, ne?”

Sasuke could not even gasp before he was pushed into the wood that made up their porch. He was on his stomach with one cheek pressed against the cool surface. His hips had been thrust into the air. Itachi’s warm hands held his hips in place while he kneeled behind the boy. Sasuke’s knees were separated by a strong knee. Sasuke gasped loudly at that point.

“A-aniki?! What are you doing?!”

“Cleaning you off,” Itachi stated, as if what he was doing was the most obvious thing in the world.

“But… okaa-san, otou-san! What about them?!”

“I suggest you keep your voice down once more.”

With that, Itachi lowered his head and licked some of the juice the ice cream had left on creamy pale thighs. Sasuke gasped again before biting his lip. He closed his eyes tight and reminded himself of his own warning. Itachi’s tongue was softer than velvet as it explored his inner thigh to remove all of the sticky substance from his skin. Sasuke could only keep his eyes closed against the feeling and moan with his lip still caught between his teeth. Itachi was taking his time in cleaning just the inner thigh he was working on. The man’s own eyes were closed while he worked. His head had started to spin at being so close and being thoroughly assaulted with a smell belonging only to Sasuke.

Sasuke had released his hold on his bottom lip and was moaning freely and softly when Itachi was done with the first thigh. He trailed his tongue up higher, brushing just under the supple ass presented before him before pulling back. Sasuke whimpered as the air cooled his flesh where Itachi’s tongue had been. Itachi had paused to fully appraise the sight he had laid out for himself. Traces of the white center of his discarded creamsicle were leaking out of the small hole he had stretched out slightly. Itachi was beside himself at the image. He could imagine that white substance being his cum, rather than some melted popsicle. He bent his head down without hesitation to lick away the evidence of his actions before it could slide any farther down Sasuke’s thighs.

His tongue was cool against the overheated flesh. Sasuke flinched when Itachi pressed the tip of his tongue to the small pucker and started to lick delicately. Itachi’s response was to grab a hold of the boy’s hips and hold him in place.

“Aniki, no… its embarrassing!” Sasuke whispered urgently.

“Sasuke, stay quiet,” Itachi mumbled.

“I-I am. But aniki….”

“Otouto, you look so cute right now. I wish you could see what I see. I can just imagine you with my own essence leaking from you in such a manner. I may not be able to contain myself much longer if I let such thoughts occupy me.”

That hint of even a possibility of more made Sasuke moan softly. He pushed his hips back a little to urge Itachi on.

“Well, if you like it, I can handle it,” the boy promised.

Itachi responded with his actions rather than words. His tongue was once more upon the puckered entrance. He cleaned the area of the melted ice cream quickly. Although he had left one of Sasuke’s thighs covered in the sticky substance, he lingered where he was. The tip of his tongue delved past the tight ring of muscles to taste more of the boy’s own flavor. He sighed internally at the husky taste he found. Sasuke had shivered almost violently upon the intrusion. His face had flushed brilliantly. Sasuke was glad that his embarrassment still went truly unseen by his brother. He would never have forgiven himself if he ruined the chance presented to him. He assumed from Itachi’s words that if he bared with it, he would get more.

Itachi pushed his tongue inside Sasuke eagerly. His mind was filled with its own purpose and he ignored the shivers and whimpers erupting from Sasuke. He wanted more of the taste he had found so quickly that he rather enjoyed. Sasuke’s hips would pull away, only to come back moments later. Itachi had mistaken the movements for an eagerness similar to his own and pressed his tongue further into the boy. Itachi had abandoned the notion of waiting the moment he saw the tiny pucker he now assaulted. Especially with the ice cream still clinging to the area, it seemed to show Itachi how beautiful such actions could really be.

Waiting another month had suddenly seemed too absurd to fathom. And Sasuke had begged for it, had he not? The boy had shown Itachi with every step he took that he was more than ready. Itachi pressed his tongue deep inside Sasuke’s entrance, as far as it could reach. Sasuke moaned when the appendage curled up and pressed hard into his inner walls. He was still terribly embarrassed with being in such a position, but with that sudden pressure and sudden ripple of pleasure ripping through his body, he found the position only added to the experience. Soon, the small hips were pressing back in hopes of obtaining more of that feeling. His moaning had become a more frequent sound than his whimpers had been.

And then, just as suddenly as it had all started, it ended. Itachi had pulled away and also pushed Sasuke away by his hips.. Sasuke was looking over his shoulders with a questioning, and still very flushed, face. Itachi’s own face was tinted pink. The man was shaking his head slowly.

“Get yourself upstairs, otouto. I can't hold my desire for you any longer. Just give me a moment to join you. I can hardly walk past out parents in such a state.”

Sasuke stared at Itachi for a moment. His head was spinning very fast. He heard the words being spoken but did not comprehend their meaning. Itachi pulled him up into a kneeling position gently. He handed Sasuke his shorts with a gentle smile. Sasuke took them automatically.

“Go on,” Itachi urged.

“Huh?” Sasuke asked stupidly.

“Go upstairs. Your own room, preferably. I shall join you soon.”

Sasuke nodded. It made sense now. He stood and slipped on he clothes he had discarded. His eye twitched when he felt the stickiness on his legs tuck at his clothes.

“I’m still messy,” Sasuke muttered.

“Then go wash off. I can always join you there, or wait for you.”

“Alright.”

Sasuke managed a smile before he turned and opened the door. Both siblings winced at the light pouring out of the house from the television set. Mikoto and Fugaku looked to Sasuke when he opened the door. The boy announced that he was tired and was heading for bed. Itachi turned his back to the door while Sasuke still blocked the view of him. He adjusted his erection within his own pants and trained his thoughts towards deep, calming breaths. Sasuke walked away from the doorway and headed upstairs. Itachi waited until he was sure his plans would not be seen through his expression before standing and heading inside the house as well. He gave no explanation as to whether he was going to sleep or not and followed his bother’s steps upstairs. He could hear the shower running halfway to his room.

Itachi opened his own door first. He didn’t bother closing the door before pulling off his shirt. He shed his pants and boxers in one move. He found his favorite pajama bottoms and pulled them on to cover himself before leaving the room again. He left his light off and closed the door. It was very rare when their parents checked on them, but nonetheless, he wrote “studying” on the small dry erase board he had hung on the outside of his door to avoid any disturbances. He then entered Sasuke’s room. He heard the water shut off as he closed and locked his brother’s door.

“Aniki?”

Itachi turned slowly to see Sasuke standing in the middle of the room wrapped in a large, white towel. His cheeks were flushed cutely. Itachi swallowed hard and stepped forward. His body was tensed to steady himself. He was sure he would shaking with anticipation if he allowed himself to relax even the slightest bit.

“Are you sure you got it all?” Itachi asked in a soft voice.

“H-hai.”

Sasuke nodded as he spoke. His blush intensified. He hugged the towel closer to himself to protect his body from the cool air.

“Sasuke, why don’t you sit down?”

Itachi changed his direction as he spoke and sat on the boy’s bed. He patted the space beside him for Sasuke to join him. The towel dropped to the floor heavily before Sasuke flung himself into Itachi’s arms. He pressed his lips to his brother’s quickly while he knocked the man onto his back. Itachi let his eyes slide closed and wrapped his arms around the chilled frame on top of his own. Sasuke’s tongue was pushing urgently against the lips that were closed to him. A whine escaped his throat as he rained his heated kisses all along Itachi’s mouth. Itachi pushed Sasuke back just enough to separate them from each other with a chuckle.

“Aren’t we a little too eager, Sasuke?”

“I just want you so much, big brother.”

Itachi’s eyes widened. Sasuke was panting with the effort of kissing Itachi so much. His eyes were shrouded in lust. But those words hanging on his lips snapped Itachi back to his senses. Images of Sasuke as a small baby flashed through Itachi’s mind. The look on his brother’s face brought so many memories to the surface of his consciousness. He remembered holding his younger brother shortly after his parents had brought him home form the hospital. He remembered the promise he made to himself on that day. He had vowed to protect Sasuke from the world. And here he was, about to take away the boy’s purity. Itachi pulled back too quickly and slipped off the edge of the bed. Sasuke was still halfway on top of him and went crashing to the floor with him.

“OW!” Sasuke exclaimed loudly.

Itachi pulled himself to his feet and straightened his clothes quickly. He tossed Sasuke a blanket from the bed and quickly combed the room for some clothes for the boy. Sasuke sat on the ground with a confused expression.

“Wh-wha?”

“Get dressed,” Itachi hissed urgently. “Do you really think they’ll ignore such a sound?”

As if to emphasize his words, Itachi heard the sound of feet climbing the stairs quickly. Sasuke scrambled to his feet and pulled a pair of pajama pants from a half opened drawer of his dresser and crammed his legs through them quickly. Itachi unlocked the door and threw it open. He kneeled down in front of Sasuke with a worried look on his face. Sasuke blushed. He knew the concern was genuine. He was more impressed with the show his brother was putting on. Within only moments he had transformed the situation from the sinful thing it was to an older brother coming to check on his little brother, who had apparently fallen out of bed.

“Is everyone alright?” Mikoto asked.

Her cheeks were pink and she sounded out if breath. Itachi turned his head to look at his mother in the doorway. Sasuke arranged his face into a scowl.

“I’m fine,” he grumbled.

“Otouto fell out of bed,” Itachi explained.

“Oh, dear! Are you sure you’re fine?”

Their mother pushed her way to her little boy. Sasuke’s scowl deepened as Mikoto began examining him closely. Itachi stood up and flashed Sasuke a knowing smile.

“He’s fine, okaa-san. I’m going back to my studies. Good night, okaa-san. Good night, otouto.”

“Wait, aniki!”
“Sasuke, sweetie, sit down and let me see,” Mikoto urged.

Sasuke looked over his mother’s shoulders to the retreating form of Itachi. He crossed his arms and pulled away from his mother.

“I’m fine. I’m going to sleep,” he snapped.

It took a few more minutes of Sasuke announcing he was alright and his mother fussing over him before Fugaku finally came up to the room and pulled Mikoto away. Sasuke was forced to go to bed like he had said he would so they would shut his door and head back downstairs.

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