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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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“Good evening, Son,” the strongly unmistakable voice of his father, Fugaku was the first to greet him.
“Good evening Father,” Sasuke nodded to the stern looking man across the limo from him... “Uncle~,” he motioned toward Madara Uchiha, who was seated beside Fugaku making for a very intimidating couple. He extended his hand to shake his uncle’s much larger one.
“Sasuke~” Madara’s voice was deep and raspy like someone who had drank a bit too much sake in their lifetime, but Sasuke hadn’t ever really known him to be a heavy drinker.
“Nii-san...” Sasuke turned to eye his brother with a sidelong glance, feeling the tension beginning to awaken between the two of them.
Itachi cleared his throat and nervously readjusted his seating position, giving Sasuke a half smile that was completely faked, and a nod. He then reached over to flip one of the many switches on the control panel inside the limousine and instantaneously the whole interior was lit up with a warm peaceful glow of encased lighting and much to his surprise, Itachi was reaching for one of the bottles of liquor.
“Let’s have a drink to warm things up...” the older brother murmured.
“A wonderful idea!” Fugaku approved of Itachi’s suggestion. “The night is so inclimate, perhaps that will help to boost everyone’s spirits.”
Sasuke thought it was Itachi’s very creative and very effective way of getting the attention off of his otouto who had just gotten into the car with them. Sasuke thought that Itachi would have handled all of what had transpired between them differently. But he was wrong.
Itachi’s couldn’t mask the way his hands were shaking ever so slightly and ever so uncharacteristically. In doing so he wound up sloshing just a bit of the liquor onto Madara’s fine Italian leather shoes. Madara on the other hand seemed more interested in the bandage that covered his elder nephew’s hand, concealing the wound from the previous night. Itachi had crushed the little glass eyeball in his hand in one quick motion and had managed to lacerate his palm rather deeply. Sasuke had thought it looked like it was deep enough to warrant stitches, but Itachi had been far more consumed with ‘other things’ at the time...
“You alright there, Itachi?” Madara never failed to display his lewd and untactful behavior and tonight was no exception. “What’s with the bandage? Been abusing yourself too much?” he made a jacking-off motion with his fist in his lap and grinned wickedly at his nephew.
“I’m fine, Uncle,” Itachi didn’t sound entirely convincing, as he ignored Madara’s risque comment and continued to pour the drinks passing them around to each man without hesitation.
Fugaku on the other hand gave Madara a much deserved headshake and eyeroll. If the insufferable man weren’t his brother he would surely have already throttled him by now.
Sasuke watched Itachi hand a glass to Madara, then a glass to Fugaku. He wondered vacantly if Itachi would offer him one as well, considering that he was just bit too young for drinking, but since their father was with him, perhaps he would allow it.
As if Fugaku had read his youngest child’s mind, he piped up, “Sasuke would you like to join us for a drink?”
Sasuke felt the blush rise in his cheeks. He wasn’t really used to being included in things like this, but he actually did want to have a drink with them. He knew that drinking was used for a lot of things, besides just warming up. He knew it was also used for easing emotional trauma, and that was exactly what he was experiencing just then; all day in fact, thanks to his one and only brother.
“Yes, please,” Sasuke nodded, trying to keep his face as somber as he could, and yet feeling completely on pins and needles each time Itachi’s suit-clad thigh brushed against his own.
“We must start to let Sasuke take part in things at Uchiha Optics,” Madara agreed as he turned to Fugaku and gave him a bright smile, “It won’t be long after all before he will be taking the helm of your ship,” he turned his look toward Sasuke and confidently winked. Sasuke could feel his face turn a hot shade of vermillion.
“Let’s not rush him out of college too early,” Itachi crooned softly. “Besides, who’s to say that our Sasuke won’t want to do something entirely different with his life...”
“Don’t talk nonsense,” Fugaku smiled, eyeing Sasuke smugly with a knowing look.
It was an ongoing bone of contention between father and son. Fugaku always pushing ever so gently for both his sons to be part of the family business, and Itachi always pulling the other direction and insisting that Sasuke be allowed to do what Sasuke wanted and not what they had pre-decided for him.
“We should however, give Sasuke a heads up about Obito,” Fugaku warned Itachi as the elder son handed the next drink to Sasuke and their fingertips brushed only lightly and only for a moment, but it was as if electrical sparks flew from the contact.
Sasuke had to take the tumbler with both hands to keep from dropping it.
“Hai...” Itachi agreed as he took his own drink now and extended his hand into the center of the enclosed vehicle cabin. “To family...”
He didn’t have to reiterate and the other three extended their crystal tumblers together in the middle with a dignified *clink* and the liquid sloshed gently in their glasses.
Sasuke sipped at his alcohol, as did Madara and Fugaku, but Itachi on the other hand downed his in one gulp. He was already pouring another as they veered onto the freeway heading south as Fugaku began his dissertation on Obito’s accident and how he was involved heavily in the future of Uchiha Optics.
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When the long black car pulled up at the doors of Club Violet, Sasuke noticed that Itachi waited until everyone else was out before he exited the limo as gracefully as he could without making any eye contact with his younger brother. Sasuke, of course, was eyeing Itachi with a death glare. The whole way that he was completely ignoring him was infuriating the younger Uchiha to no end.
“I’ve reserved some tables in the back for us,” Fugaku chimed in, obviously failing to notice that anything at all was amiss between his two sons.
Madara towered over Sasuke, and wrapped his arm around his small shoulders leaning in and whispering in his ear in a teasing kind of manner, “You do realize what sort of ‘host club’ this is, don’t you?”
Sasuke shook his head, feeling a little odd about the way his uncle was all up on him. He pointed a long slender finger at some of the neon kanji. “It’s a ‘gay’ host club,” he stated matter-of-factly, and flashed a twinkling smile. “Only pretty boys allowed,” he chortled.
Out of the corner of his eye, Sasuke realized that he suddenly had Itachi’s full attention. Fugaku was walking close to him, and attempting to point out some of the finer facets of Club Violet and somehow, it was as if Itachi had their father ‘completely’ tuned-out. His only focus was Sasuke at that moment, and why their uncle had his arm around him and why he was whispering in Sasuke’s ear, and why he was being so overly friendly to the youngest Uchiha in the first damn place!
Sasuke felt a rush of excitement. Itachi’s full focus was on him right then, and that notion made his heart flutter in his chest. He longed for Itachi to notice him, but the look on his gorgeous raven haired brother’s face was somehow threatening. If Sasuke didn’t know any better, he would have thought that Itachi looked considerably jealous.
He knew at that moment, the ‘smart’ thing for him to do would have been to shrug out from underneath his uncle’s grasp and find a way to get nearer to Itachi, but the asshole inside him whispered *pay him back! pay him back!*   And Sasuke did. He smiled back brightly at Madara as if finding out they were going to a gay club was the best news in the world.
“Why gay, Uncle Madara?” he leaned in and whispered, making quick eye contact with Itachi and realizing he was still keyed in on his target.
“Everyone knows Obito is openly gay...” Madara sang softly to Sasuke. “What better way to get him relaxed and in a good mood. He’ll be ripe for the picking...”
“Madara!” Fugaku’s voice rumbled like thunder and Madara jerked his hand from off Sasuke’s shoulder knowing that when Fugaku was stern it was time to straighten up. He gave Madara a warning look. “Check our reservations if you don’t mind...” his voice was back to normal almost immediately. It was obvious that the man wanted to get Madara off his youngest son and this appeared to be much to Itachi’s relief.

Once they were inside the posh club, the men were escorted toward the back and into a large room behind some heavy purple curtains. A pianist was seated on a baby grand piano in the corner that shone like black onyx and a soft tinkling interlude wafted on the air as the men were ushered into the room. There were several hosts already gathered, finishing up preparations for the evening.
Bouquets of fresh flowers-- purple irises and lilies adorned the room as did crystal chandeliers and everything seemed to Sasuke to be very much ‘overdone’.
“Uchiha-san, come!” A friendly voice chirped from over in one corner, and a man with rather bushy eyebrows stood there motioning for them to approach him.   “My name is Rock Lee! I will be the head host for this evening. We’ve set aside this corner especially for your party tonight, sir,” he gushed and presented them with some very comfortable looking plush seating made of tufted silk velvet in the deepest midnight purple.
“This looks fine,” Fugaku nodded and slipped Rock Lee a generous tip as he invited his entourage to sit down with him around the tables. “Senju-sama and his group should be arriving shortly... may we please have a round of drinks to start things off?” The black haired lad nodded vehemently and turned make certain that their every demand was met that evening.
Sasuke slid into one of the velvet seats behind one of the tables, feeling rather certain that he would sooner plant himself somewhere out of the way and somewhat shrouded in the shadows. He didn’t feel like mingling at all and his stomach still felt a little funny every time he looked at Itachi... every time he looked at the bandage on his right hand... every time looked at how perfect he was, and the way he seemed to shimmer like some precious jewel in the soft lighting of the host club. Itachi remained standing as did Madara, but Fugaku slipped into a rather luxurious armchair nearby which swiveled and reclined.
Sasuke fumbled with a package of matches on the table that were embossed with the club’s logo, and tried to look as nonchalant as he could in spite of the fact that he was feeling uptight as much as he was trying to feel otherwise. He was beyond thankful when a host showed up with a tray of iced beverages for their enjoyment, and he immediately took the glass in his hands and scooted it closer to him, stirring the spirits with the dainty purple straw that was plunged amidst the crushed ice.
He gazed into the room from the corner, slowly checking out the men mingling together from Uchiha Optics. They looked relaxed and urban and professional and Sasuke found himself envying them because they looked so at ease and he felt so... not.
“Drink up, son~” Sasuke looked up and saw his father eyeing him with a gleam. “If all goes as planned after tonight, you’ll never want for anything again.” The older man laughed graciously and seemed to be in a decidedly convivial mood... unlike Itachi, that was.
Itachi seemed more sullen than usual in spite of his bewitching appearance and managed to ignore Sasuke fully... hell, he was managing to remain entirely aloof in spite of what Sasuke knew to be true. Itachi was his Father’s golden child, and he could only figure that Fugaku had everything riding on Itachi’s ‘persuasiveness’ tonight. Maybe Itachi was just psyching himself out for that reason. Perhaps it had nothing to do with the two of them fucking last night, in fact Sasuke was only speculating, but in reality, for all he knew, Itachi didn’t even remember their indiscretions.
Maybe he *was* too drunk... too drunk to remember how unimaginably amazing it felt to be buried balls deep inside his baby brother. Maybe he didn’t remember the way they had touched each other... the way that Itachi had talked so filthily and seductively to him...
Sasuke was lost in his own wandering thoughts and he didn’t even notice when more people from Uchiha Optics showed up, or when a certain group of men entered the host club with Hashirama Senju and Obito Uchiha leading the way. He didn’t notice when his father rose to greet them warmly and invited them to have a seat as he ordered more drinks and hors d'oeuvres ... he didn’t notice that was, until Itachi’s voice droned loudly in his ear and a pair of slender fingers were snapping in close proximity to Sasuke’s nose... “Sasuke! Earth to Sasuke...”
Sasuke jumped in surprise. “Sorry Nii-san...!” He blinked a few times before realizing there was a young man now standing next to Itachi wearing dark glasses. He was about the same height as his brother but his hair was short and spiky yet the same midnight black hue.   He was wearing an expensive looking suit and Sasuke couldn’t help but notice that half of his face looked strange. This must have been...
“Sasuke, I’d like to introduce you to our cousin, Obito Uchiha,”
The young man extended his hand to Sasuke who was already in the process of rising from his seat in order to greet the legendary cousin he had never met before. “I-I’m very pleased to meet you,” Sasuke nodded and forced a smile, trying desperately to keep his eyes on the one side of his cousin’s face that wasn’t extensively scarred.
His hand felt consumed by Obito’s larger one but he did his best to give a firm handshake as his father had always taught him.
“It’s my pleasure, Sasuke~” Obito’s voice had the same silkiness to it that Itachi’s had and Sasuke found himself, for the first time that whole day, being able to focus on something and someone else other than Itachi Uchiha.
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The night soared past and Itachi became more and more uneasy. No, uneasy wasn’t exactly the right word for what he was becoming. Irritated. Yes, irritated was a perfect description for how he was feeling by the time 11:00 p.m. rolled around.
He had found a seat next to his Uncle Madara across the table from Sasuke who was sitting next to their cousin, Obito. At first, the way that Sasuke and Obito had hit it off seemed endearing to him, and his father was nothing short of ecstatic at the way they got on knowing that it was all the better to help seal the deal for them.
Itachi had spoken with Hashirama at length and had secured the merger just as Fugaku had expected of him. Obito would be scheduled for surgery as the first man to receive the new indestructible ‘Eternal-eye’ implanted into his eye socket.
And with that, he would become the new corporate spokesperson for them. His beauty compounded with the irreparable scarring gave him a level of humanity that was certain to make them a household name.
Itachi took another sip, eyeing his foolish little brother over the rim of his martini glass. His charcoal gray eyes narrowed as he lowered the drink. What exactly was Obito thinking? And moreover, how in the hell was Sasuke so damned enchanted with him?
Itachi gritted his teeth together, causing the muscle in his jaw to flex angrily. It was all he could do not to slam his glass down on the table hard enough to break it into pieces. But he thought better of it. He had already let his temper get the best of him last night … with that fucking delicate ocular implant prototype … he couldn’t stop his mind from slowly, excruciatingly remembering the events that succeeded him breaking of the artificial eyeball.
The way Sasuke had moaned out when he came... how tight and warm his ass was around his fingers and even moreso around his cock... the way he tasted... his mouth... his sex...
He was nudged unwillingly from his reverie by his Uncle Madara leaning in to whisper in his ear... “Looks like Obito has a little crush on Sasuke.”
Itachi very nearly growled his disapproval which took Madara aback a little and then tried to discreetly adjust his cock that had managed to get stiff from thinking about taking Sasuke last night.
“My, my, is it just me or are you feeling a little possessive of your adorable baby brother?” Madara’s tone was mocking.
Itachi closed his eyes momentarily as he obviously tried to hold his cool. “Why must you always play the antagonist, Uncle Madara?” he replied blankly, not even granting the man eye contact. Mostly because he was just now refusing to take his eyes off his little brother and his cousin. Obito had made himself way too cozy with Sasuke for Itachi’s comfort.
“Well,” Madara replied in a low voice as he reclined back in his chair a bit, taking in the show of jealousy, “from my perspective, your sexy little brother just managed to help score Uchiha Optics the biggest alliance in our history,” he chuckled with satisfaction. “Come Monday morning we’ll be on the front page of the Wall Street Journal...” he thought for a moment before taking another long drink from his glass, keeping a twinkling voyeuristic eye on Obito and Sasuke who seemed to be completely lost in their own world.
“Uchiha and Senju,” Itachi murmured. “What more could we possibly ask for...” his voice trailed off and he seemed lost in his own thoughts once again.
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“Good night Father, good night Uncle Madara...” Sasuke nodded to them as he ducked out of the limousine with his brother and they strode inside Itachi’s apartment building.
Sasuke followed on Itachi’s heels as he pushed the button and waited for the elevator, checking his phone absentmindedly for messages as a way of avoiding looking at his baby brother.
Sasuke felt a bit more at ease now as the elevator arrived and they stepped inside the softly lit compartment. He had made a new acquaintance that night in Obito and he was a little elated of the fact for more reasons that he was willing to admit.
Aside from the way that Obito had been acutely kind to him and had spoken to him with a candor that he wasn’t accustomed to, he had noticed the way that Itachi had eyed them like a hawk, burning holes into Sasuke the whole evening when he wasn’t coordinating the financial arrangements with Hashirama Senju and their accounting boys.
Uchihas were known for their superficiality and Itachi had *always* managed to keep him at arm’s length... that was, until last night. And the more his mind raced back and forth between all the aspects of his dilemma, his face felt hot. Itachi had fucked him last night... and they had both loved it... of that much he was sure. Itachi had also completely ignored it all that day--that was until evening came and Sasuke was seated with another man who was giving him attention. Itachi had looked like he would have loved to stab Obito in the throat with a knife, Sasuke mused for a moment as the carrier lift headed for the top floor. Come to think of it, Itachi had looked a little angry when Madara had given him attention as well.
With the light signaling the 5th floor illuminated and the elevator chiming softly, it was as if a light and a bell of revelation went off at that very moment in Sasuke’s head as well.
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“You should turn in,” Itachi’s voice carried with it an unspoken warning.
“But I’m not tired at all, Nii-san,” Sasuke complained.
“It’s been a long night,” Itachi retorted as they stood in the dimly lit kitchen and Sasuke watched as his older brother changed out his bandage on his hand.
Sasuke stood on the side of the preparation island in the kitchen nearby to his brother feeling a little uncomfortable at that particular moment because he wanted to engage Itachi in conversation and he was irritated that Itachi wanted only to sweep him away, insisting that he go to bed, like he was some sort of *child* or something.
It seemed that Itachi’s mind was clicking around as Sasuke watched him with interest. “What about the paper you were supposed to be writing...” his voice melded into a hiss as he treated the lacerations with antiseptic that apparently stung. He still wasn’t really making eye contact with his little brother, and that part was really getting under Sasuke’s skin.
“Well you know, with my laptop getting broken...” he began.
“Fuck...” Itachi grimaced, and Sasuke wasn’t sure if it was from the medicine in the cut or if it was from his remembrance that the rather expensive computer he had bought him to use at college was ruined.
“We’ll have to get you another one...” Itachi murmured, not planning to make any plans just then for taking a shopping trip to the electronics store.
“Oh. Yeah. About that...” Sasuke’s voice sounded somewhere between excited and embarrassed, and it promptly caught Itachi’s attention and suddenly for the first time in the whole evening, they were staring eye to eye, Itachi’s features drawn together in a question mark. Sasuke went on. “Obito offered to help me get a new one... apparently he knows a guy who works for Apple©...”
Itachi sighed heavily. “I’m sure he does.”
Sasuke couldn’t overlook the distasteful look that had grown on Itachi’s face.
“What’s that supposed to mean, Nii-san?”
“...it’s nothing.”
Sasuke suddenly felt a warm boldness welling up inside of him since he had his brother’s full attention now. “Itachi...” he started, and realized how serious his voice sounded. In his own ears it sounded as if he were about to give Itachi some profoundly bad news.
Itachi's eyebrows lifted slightly in question and Sasuke could feel his own pulse quicken as his brain rushed with adrenaline. "About last night..."
Itachi's mouth was like quicksilver. "Otouto. I was ... very drunk... And I should have apologized to you earlier." Itachi continued speaking and caring for his wound. His jaws clenched and he exhaled a long deliberate breath. "Sasuke... I'm not sure what I was thinking. I was horny... And you were willing..."
Sasuke felt his heart rise up in his throat. He felt the tears bitterly sting at his eyes. Part of him wanted to yell at Itachi and scream at him for being a huge jerk punch him right in the eye... and half of him wanted his brother to embrace him once more and carry him to his bedroom and make love to him like he had the night before.
Sasuke crossed his arms, shrinking away slightly from Itachi’s view. “You fucking bastard...” his voice was shaking lightly.
Itachi’s eyes widened and then narrowed in anger. “Come on, Sasuke... what did you think?! Did you think we were going to dive headlong into an incestuous relationship?!”
Sasuke could feel his whole body shaking now, the tears threatened hot and wet in his eyes harder than ever. His mind mentally whispered. *Don’t do it. Don’t do this... keep your cool.* But it was really futile. “I don’t know!” he screamed, letting his emotions finally get the best of him.
“Well we’re NOT!” Itachi thundered. “We’re going to pretend like it NEVER happened! Do you understand me!?”
Sasuke’s shoulders shook and he felt lost and undone. He needed Itachi now more than ever to hold him and tell him that everything was okay, but Itachi seemed far from him--farther than he ever had been.
Sasuke caught his breath and forced himself to keep from yelling this time. “No, I don’t understand you, *Itachi*,” his voice broke into a sob, “I don’t understand you *at all*.”
And with that, he yanked his coat from the barstool and turned on his heel. Momentarily he thought he would go lock himself up in his room and sulk, but truthfully, this was not the time for that. Desperate times called for desperate measures.
He strode quickly toward the front door of the apartment, and flung it open. Itachi was following him, he could hear his footsteps behind him. He hurried out the door, refusing to look back, refusing to let his brother catch him. He slammed it hard behind him just as he heard Itachi’s voice demanding him, “Sasuke! Get back here!”
But Sasuke had no intention of coming back.
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