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Soup's On	By : OfFansAndFlames Category: Naruto AU/AR > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1793 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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There was a gentle rap on Sasuke's door at around ten in the morning. The sunlight had seeped in as the morning progressed, and Naruto was lying in bed with Sasuke, both of them shirtless, limbs hopelessly tangled together.
"Just a sec," Sasuke called back.
It had been two days since Itachi had returned from the hospital. Naruto and Sasuke had done this before. Naruto would quietly slink into the closet and shut the door as much as they could without making the lock click.
Sasuke was thankful that they were in California. Building codes ensured that housing structures were made sturdy enough to withstand earthquakes, and thus were much less vulnerable to creaks. Shikamaru, an old friend who moved to the area from Pittsburgh when he was in grade school, once told Sasuke that some of the houses there would creak so loudly that you could hear people's steps in the attic from the basement. They would've been done for.
Sasuke shook Naruto quickly, wasting no time in waking the heavy sleeper up. He put his hand over Naruto's mouth so that he wouldn't make any noises of complaint before he'd gained consciousness. As usual, Naruto silently zipped into the closet, giving Sasuke a wink and a goodbye wave as he closed the door behind him. Sasuke opened the door. Nothing amiss. Thankfully, Naruto wasn't using his sleeping bag anymore.
"You're up late, Sasuke," Itachi scolded.
Sasuke rubbed an eye with the heel of his palm, trying to bootstart it into functioning. He smoothed down his hair quickly.
"It's ten in the morning on Christmas break," Sasuke mumbled, still not completely coherent. "Let me live my life."
Itachi wasn't here just to wake Sasuke up, though should it near noon, he might have just had to step in and say something. According to Dr. Sannin's instructions, he still wasn't allowed to use the stairs unsupervised. It might not have been such a problem if their house didn't have twenty stairs. This meant that every time he needed to go upstairs or downstairs, he had to request Sasuke's help.
Sasuke could hear Itachi walking around the floor throughout the day, building his strength. Both brothers were grateful that Sasuke at least didn't have to supervise Itachi's walking. Honestly, Itachi found this stairs business more of a hassle than Sasuke did. It was frustrating that he'd have to ask his little brother's help for something he could so clearly do himself, even if it would have taken him a while. On Sasuke's part, it at least gave Itachi's whereabouts some predictability, as for now he would be made aware every time he switched floors.
"You want me to change the wicks before breakfast?"
Itachi sighed, "Yeah, let's get it over with."
Sasuke followed Itachi into his bedroom. Itachi was now able to get himself onto his bed just fine, sitting down and using his very weak abs and his arms to pull his body up onto the bed unaided. Itachi lifted up his shirt. He reached for the long strip of gauze on his side, only for Sasuke to smack his hand away roughly. Itachi's stomach was delicate. The guy wasn't a fucking flower.
"No. Your hand's unsterilized."
Itachi rolled his eyes, reminded uncannily of his mother at the moment. Sasuke used some antiseptic on his hands and put on a pair of slightly loose latex gloves. He reached for Itachi's "kit," as they called it. It was a brown bag with gauze, gloves, tweezers, scissors, medical tape, long-stemmed Q-tips, and small little gauze bits the nurse called "wicks."
He gently took off the gauze and medical tape from Itachi's stomach, revealing a five inch long incision running down Itachi's abdomen. It was deep and straight, dark red and bound together by about sixteen medical staples. In between each of these staples were wicks, shoved almost an inch into Itachi's insides. They were there to soak up Itachi's bodily fluids released as the wound healed. It was rather "gross," as Itachi put it with a crinkled nose when a nurse explained the wicks to the brothers.
And changing them was Sasuke's job. Ordinarily, a nurse would have done this for a while longer, but neither of them had the money for that. So the nurse had taught Sasuke herself. He closely watched the nurse remove and replace the wicks, one by one, as she talked Sasuke through it. Itachi had plenty to practice on, so Sasuke replaced the last five wicks singlehandedly in the presence of the nurse. He was told he'd done a perfect job, though he noticed that his brother clenched his jaw throughout the entire procedure. Still, he'd done the same with the nurse.
If Sasuke wanted to be a doctor, this would be a good place to start. The wicks came back blood-stained and with a yellowish coloration on the top. He tossed them aside into a designated trash bag and later worked on replacing the wick. He had to insert the wick just deep enough so that it would stay in, no more than about an inch. Before the healing had begun, this would have been a path straight into Itachi's abdominal cavity. If he went too far, he'd injure the scar tissue and impede Itachi's healing. He had to wait until he felt just the right amount of resistance.
To complicate matters, he was aiming for a moving target. As Itachi healed, Sasuke would have to insert the wick shallower to accumulate for building scar tissue. Eventually, the wicks would hardly be able to go in, at which point Sasuke's work would be done. They told them that this would take a couple weeks. A nurse would come next week to check on Itachi and tell Sasuke which wicks he could permanently remove.
This was Sasuke's first time changing wicks unsupervised, however. He was in charge of the entire procedure. He was a little nervous, his palms sweaty under the latex. He was afraid of doing something like ripping scar tissue, disturbing a staple, or just causing Itachi undue pain. He would've rather learned on his own body, preferring to feel the pain personally than to watch his brother endure it. Besides, it would have given him a better indication of how much pressure to apply. He removed the wicks steadily but quickly, each one coming from inside Itachi's recovering muscle. Itachi was silent, clenching his teeth and holding his breath.
The worst part was putting the new wicks in. Any moron could remove them, but it took patience and skill to insert them properly and just deeply enough to optimize healing. It took delicacy, precision, and decisiveness to make things as comfortable for his brother as possible. Hesitating because he was "afraid to hurt him" would only prolong his discomfort, so Sasuke had to act confidently. Insertion seemed to be the most painful part, judging from the subtle changes in Itachi's expression.
"Hanging in there?"
Sasuke figured he'd give Itachi a breather before he began inserting the wicks.
"What are you talking about? This is a walk in the park."
Sasuke rolled his eyes, readying his supplies for this next task. He took the Q-tip and the first wick, pushing the Q-tip into Itachi's stomach as it moved the wick in with it. When he felt an adequate amount of resistance, he moved on to the next one. And then the next. Sasuke would never be anything other than neat and thorough, but he didn't want this to take any longer than necessary. Sixteen staples, with fifteen wicks between them.
"No one can say we're not close brothers now," Sasuke commented.
It was something he otherwise wouldn't have said. He just wanted to take Itachi's attention off the giant gauze bits Sasuke was shoving into his stomach. It was true enough though, Sasuke thought. It was just the two of them now. They'd been raised together, lost their folks together, bought a house for just the two of them, and for Christ's sake, Sasuke had even been inside of him.
He tried to mentally rephrase that last bit in a way that didn't make him want to vomit.
"That's for sure. God, you're practically operating on me," Itachi said with a light chuckle.
"Milking this situation for all the experience I can get, rest assured."
He worked on the next wick, his hands itching and uncomfortably compressed under the gloves. He looked forward to taking them off, though with his desired profession, he figured it was something he needed to eventually get used to.
"Not a bad start for a fifteen-year-old. I think you'll be a good doctor, Sasuke."
"I know," Sasuke answered in his typically arrogant tone.
Itachi rolled his eyes before wincing. It seemed like rather ironic timing given Itachi's compliment, but Sasuke had come close to the ending point of Itachi's wound. That was another lovely part about this whole wick replacement deal: it only gets worse. Currently, it wasn't that bad, as Sasuke was working so deep inside Itachi's body. But as the tissue regenerated, so too would its nerve endings.
"Only one more after this one. There's a lot of healing at this end. Hope you missed the nerve endings, because they're coming back."
Itachi sighed.
"I missed them alright. I'm having the time of my life. I can hardly wait for round two."
They'd tentatively scheduled Itachi's follow up operation in a couple months. This time, he'd only be hospitalized for a couple days, and the opening would be considerably smaller.
Sasuke snickered, "At least you have a conversation piece now."
Itachi glanced down, giving the incision site a quick glimpse.
"I'll have to hit up the beach. But I don't think I can expect as dramatic of a scar next time around."
"You know what they say about girls and scars."
"I hope it's true. It's been way too long since my last girlfriend," Itachi admitted.
The thought of Itachi dating again seemed foreign, if not even a little unnerving, to Sasuke. After all, as Itachi had said himself, it had been years. Currently, Itachi hardly even had time for Sasuke and his small handful of friends. All work and no play was part of Itachi's image to Sasuke these days. He wondered if this is how children felt when their parents started dating after a divorce. But this was his older brother for Christ's sake.
"Last wick. Ready?"
"Yeah…" Itachi answered.
Sasuke knew that this one would be the worst, but even still, Itachi fortunately didn't regained much feeling. Sasuke nodded, inhaled, and in a few seconds, Sasuke was placing a new pad of gauze against Itachi's scar and taping it down. As Sasuke cleaned up, disposing of all used equipment and finally taking off the damned gloves, Itachi rested. The wick changing wasn't as painful as it looked, really. At least not for now. Itachi just needed a few seconds to compose himself before venturing downstairs.
Sasuke gave Itachi a casual hand out of bed, out of courtesy rather than necessity. Itachi walked at a steady pace to the stairs. Itachi preferred it when Sasuke was always a step in front of him when he went downstairs, so that he could bring him down slowly with each step. One hand on the rail and the other grasping his brother's hand, Itachi went down his first step. Then his next. Half way through, he was getting winded.
"Let's take a break," Sasuke offered.
"On the middle of the stairs?" Itachi asked disbelievingly.
"Just until you catch your breath."
"No, let's continue. I just want to sit as soon as possible."
Sasuke heeded Itachi's wish, continuing down the stairs.
"Are you dizzy?"
Itachi pressed his body against the rail, taking a deep and unsteady inhale.
"C'mon," Sasuke braced himself on the rail and offered Itachi his arm, facing his brother. "I don't want you falling. Hold on to my arm tight."
Itachi put his entirely forearm on Sasuke's shoulder and bicep, leaning into him heavily for support as he braced himself on the rail as well. Itachi could feel his brother's tensing muscles well, especially as he still hadn't bothered to put on a shirt. Since Itachi's return, they had started running the heat again, so there wasn't much need for one. They figured it would be best for Itachi's recovery, as Itachi always seemed to run cold these days. Itachi stumbled slightly after a few steps, but Sasuke easily caught him. He'd been all too prepared.
"Itachi, you'd better not try these steps without me because you think you're feeling better. I swear to God, I will wait for you to fully recuperate just so I can kick your ass properly."
Finally they made it to the bottom of the stairs. Itachi looked like he'd run a 10K. Sasuke had Itachi support himself on the rail and quickly rushed into Itachi's study, the nearest room, coming out with his desk chair. Itachi had taken a seat in a matter of seconds. Sasuke rolled Itachi to the table, readying himself to cook them breakfast. There was really no purpose in switching Itachi to a less comfortable dining room chair, so he'd just eat from where he sat.
"Itachi, do you think it's because we changed the wicks just before you went downstairs?"
"No…" Itachi answered. "I honestly think I'm just hungry, and my blood sugar was a little low."
"Isn't there any food in your room?"
"No, I finished it last night."
Sasuke paused. They'd kept some food up in Itachi's room for these situations especially. It wasn't much, but it was at least enough to keep him from getting light-headed, as he had a tendency to do.
"Wait… How long have you been awake for?"
"Since around seven."
"You've been up since seven with no food, and you didn't let me know?" Sasuke asked accusatorily.
"Well no… I didn't want to disrupt your sleep, so I just read."
"Itachi, how many times do I have to tell you…"
Sasuke groaned, holding his face in his hand.
"It's no bother. I just woke you up when I was hungry."
"Evidently so hungry you couldn't do the stairs without almost falling. Think of yourself a little more," Sasuke told Itachi, sounding rather bossy and annoyed.
"You think I like being a helpless invalid?" Itachi asked, anger working its way into his voice. Sasuke immediately faced Itachi, befuddled by his sudden change in tone, which was so rare to hear from Itachi. "Do you think I like needing so much of your help? You're my little brother. I should be taking care of you. And now I'm nothing but a…"
"Burden?" Sasuke offered for him.
Itachi seemed shocked that Sasuke had picked off the word. He prayed that Sasuke didn't agree with it.
"I know that feeling," Sasuke continued. "It's how I felt when you got sick, and you desperately needed the money, and all I could do was work at churches and mow lawns. Or when the fire happened and you were the one who had to deal with getting me in custody, feeding me, clothing me, and getting me through all of my angsty bullshit. And what did I contribute in the end? I know what it's like to feel like a burden, but you're not one. If you have to wake me up at fucking four in the morning, you do it, because you're the only reason I'm not stuck in a foster home God knows where or even worse, juvie. Every time you ask me for help, I feel like a little less of a burden. So think of it as doing me a favor. Got it?"
Itachi merely watched Sasuke silently, hard-pressed to remember the last time he'd heard Sasuke speak so much, or admit to so much. Despite the vulnerable subject matter, Sasuke sounded confident and still even a little pissed off. What could he do for Itachi if he kept refusing Sasuke's help? Besides, if Itachi was really that concerned about hassling Sasuke, he should know that a nasty fall would cause a lot more than a hassle.
"Sasuke, you're just as vital to me as I am to you. There's just two of us, so of course we need each other's help. We're a team."
"You said it yourself." Sasuke smiled crookedly. "Now just listen to your own advice."

By the time Sasuke was able to sneak breakfast up to Naruto, it was about noon. Things had been hectic around the house, to say the least. Naruto was gleefully chowing down on a dish of eggs and sausages. Naruto and he hadn't spoken to each other much today. He was rather awkward, given that they were always at risk of being overheard.
Naruto was just fine at entertaining himself, thankfully. After all, he'd been restricted to just people watching for over a year. Sasuke took his spare time to call Juugo, sitting at foot of the bed as Naruto played muted Halo on the computer. He hadn't seen Juugo in a little while, so he figured it was best to check in on him and tell him why he hadn't stopped by. The phone only rang twice.
"Huh?" a raspy female voice answered.
Must've been another patient. Sasuke believed he could even place her face. She was the one who brushed her hair incessantly while humming to herself. If Juugo's fellow patients were all on a spectrum of sanity, she was certainly towards the rather depleted end.
"Yeah, may I speak to Juugo?"
"Hm."
The woman seemed to contemplate Sasuke's request until she slammed the cordless phone down on something hard. Sasuke heard a rather graceless, "JUUUUUUGO! IT'S FOR YOOOOOU!"
God, at that volume, Juugo could've been in the parking lot and still heard her. He thought he heard a male voice responding, probably Juugo's.
"Who's this?" the woman asked in a smoker's voice.
"Sasuke."
"IT'S SAAAASUKEEEEE!"
Sasuke held the receiver away from his ear and stared at the phone with his best "you gotta be fuckin kidding me" face. Naruto could hear the woman's yelling all the way at the desk. He covered his mouth to refrain from laughing, thoroughly enjoying Sasuke's pain. Naruto knew, when it came to his laughter, that it would be all or nothing, and one of his hearty bellows would certainly be overheard.
"Hey dude," Juugo's rather exasperated voice came over the phone.
"Who the fuck was that?"
Juugo sighed, "Hairbrush lady. She goes by Chastity."
"More like Frau Farbissina."
Juugo laughed, naturally catching the reference. Suigetsu had forced them all to watch Austin Powers together at Karin's place. Sasuke was never what he'd call a fan, but it didn't stop him from making the occasional reference. Naruto seemed to be in the know as well, unable to stop a quiet "pffft" from emitting.
"Thanks for the image. And if you think that was bad, you should hear her during Monopoly."
"JUUUUGOOOO! I HEARD THAAAT!"
Sasuke snickered into the phone.
"And despite all that yelling, she happens to have very. Sensitive. Hearing."
"YOU ASSHOOOOOLE!"
"Sasuke, please save me from her," Juugo whispered.
Sasuke didn't know whether to feel more amused or sympathetic.
"Getting sick of all the crazy?"
"It's not that bad," he told Sasuke with another belabored sigh. "Ninety percent of the patients here are chill, and I've made some friends. But it only takes a few crazies, ya know? They're impossible to ignore."
"Apparently so."
"I just get so sick of them after a while," Juugo continued. "Sometimes I seriously wanna wring their necks and…"
"Isn't this the kind of behavior you're there to avoid?" Sasuke asked with a brow arched, his facial expression infused in his tone.
"So you understand my predicament."
"Yeah. I'd want to wring some necks too if I were stuck in a room with that Frau thing for a month."
Sasuke lay down fully now, resting his head on the pillow and crossing his legs. Sasuke was already such an introvert. He didn't know how he'd handle being stuck in a psychiatric ward. Juugo had a roommate, so he wasn't even alone when he slept. To make matters worse, some of these people were very difficult to ignore, as Juugo expressed. Sasuke hoped he'd learn to deal with increased socialization throughout his college career, after all the dorms and cafeterias, but he was thankful that he'd probably never have to deal with this.
"Oh, Sasuke," Juugo answered, his voice sounding a little more chipper. "I forgot to tell you. I have some news."
"Hm?"
"They're gonna let me out soon. They're aiming for some time next week."
"About time. Grats."
"Seriously. The minute they told me they weren't sending me to Konoha again, I wanted to get the fuck out of here. All they have is ping pong, board games, a deck of cards, and shitty N64 games."
Sasuke very well remembered that conversation. He was still a little disappointed that Juugo wouldn't be his classmate anymore, but this course of action really did seem to be the best for Juugo. He actually stood a chance of catching up this way, maybe even going on to college if he wanted to.
"Don't diss N64."
"All they got is Tigger's Honey Hunt, Blues Brothers 2000, and Superman," Juugo said flatly.
That did sound pretty abominable treatment for a crowd that already had mental health issues. Why not torture and mentally scar them with horrible video games in the process?
"Shit… In that case, I don't even know what to say. My condolences," Sasuke told him in mock sincerity.
"I was ninety-four percent through Heavy Rain when I got here," Juugo griped playfully. "I miss my PS3."
"Rough," Sasuke answered absentmindedly, though a fragment of him was actually being serious. Juugo had probably been tortured with quite the cliffhanger over the past month. "On that note, I have some news to tell you."
"Hm?"
"They let Itachi come home a couple days ago. He's back at the house now."
"That's awesome!" Juugo answered, sounding genuinely and perhaps somewhat uncharacteristically enthused. "How's he doing?"
Sasuke shrugged, despite the fact that Juugo couldn't see him.
"He's alright. Weak, but improving quickly."
"Good."
"But I'm gonna be home these days. I want to keep an eye on him, so I won't be able to see you for a week or two."
Of course, he neglected that a big reason for staying at home was to keep Naruto from running into Itachi. He wondered if Juugo would ever find out about Naruto at all.
"Do what you have to do, Sasuke. Like I said, I'm gonna be home soon anyway."
"Alright, cool."
There was a slow pause between them.
"Hey, Sasuke… I know around now was the time Suigetsu and Kabuto were going to…you know…"
Sasuke frowned.
"Yeah…"
He wasn't planning on telling Juugo that piece of news, not while he was stuck there. He figured Juugo already had enough to deal with without hearing about this.
"That…doesn't sound good."
"I was going to wait until you got out to tell you."
"I can handle it."
Juugo did seem to always be in good spirits when Sasuke visited. He was apparently adjusting well, though Sasuke realized it all could've been a front. Still, if Juugo said he could handle it, Sasuke would believe him.
"They got caught. Busted for armed robbery."
Juugo had no response, or at least not for the moment.
"No one was hurt, but the cops caught them, and they had a gun."
"Holy shit…"
"Yeah."
"How'd it happen?"
The concern in Juugo's voice was obvious. He'd always been compassionate, or at least much more so than Sasuke. It was easy to mistake his quietness for indifference, but Sasuke knew him much better than that.
"The guy who Kabuto claimed was in Europe was really in Santa Barbara for a two day road trip. He came home early. That's all I know."
"So Kabuto lied?" Juugo asked, with naïve surprise.
"You say that like it's shocking."
Juugo sighed.
"I suppose I should've seen it coming. You were right."
"Again, you say that like it's shocking."
"Shut up, prick," Juugo responded, almost laughing.
Sasuke snickered, fully aware that Juugo lacked any decent comeback. They were both silent for several more seconds.
"What're they gonna do with Suigetsu?"
"His court date's in a month. We're hoping for juvie."
"Poor bastard."
Sasuke grunted in agreement, though God, Suigetsu had been stupid. He didn't know whether he felt more frustrated or sympathetic. It was completely avoidable, but then again, if Sasuke had stayed on the path he'd followed previously, maybe all five of them would be in the same predicament.
"How's Karin?" Juugo asked quietly.
"She's…not taking it very well. But I think she'll be okay."
"Ah… And Kabuto?" Juugo asked.
"Hell if I care. He's fucked. His bail is posted at fifty grand."
With the knowledge that Kabuto lied and wreaked some serious damage on Suigetsu's life in doing so, it was difficult for Sasuke to feel much empathy. He wasn't particularly disposed to such an emotion to begin with. Yet Juugo still had it in him?
"Damn, Sasuke… If you hadn't talked some sense into my sorry ass, I'd probably be in prison right now. I was so close to doing it," Juugo trailed off, his voice sounding rather distant. "That kinda gets to me."
It was true that of the five of them, besides Kabuto, Juugo was likely to get the harshest punishment. Juugo and Kabuto were the only members of the group over eighteen. Even Juugo's clean record might not have been enough to prevent a stay in prison.
"Someone had to talk some sense into you."
"I really, really owe you one. Seriously, thank you. My entire life is on another course thanks to you."
Sasuke hadn't really thought of that much. He'd saved both Karin and Juugo from something that would have ruined their lives. For as wayward of a path he'd descended along since the fire, he'd done a lot of good in the past couple months.
"If you're this grateful, then promise me you're never going to consider something like this again."
"Yeah… I'm really not down for playing butt darts in prison. Besides, with the meds, and them taking me out of Konoha for a private tutor… For the first time in years, I feel like there's actually hope for me."
"I'm glad to hear that," Sasuke acknowledged. "But that still didn't sound like a promise to me."
Juugo hesitated. Promises were always unnerving for Sasuke as well. Sure, he didn't want to do anything at the time, but it was difficult to predict the future. Then again, that was the purpose of promises to begin with. They were never meant to be easy.
"Alright, fine. I promise. It's the least I can do."
"Cool."
"JUUUUUUGOOOOO!"
The same damned woman.
"Nooo," Juugo groaned.
"I think she likes you," Sasuke teased rather mercilessly.
"No, fuck that. Abort."
"I caught her staring at you."
This was true, but said woman had a tendency to stare at…many different things.
"What?"
"She probably has a shrine for you in her room as we speak."
"JUUUUUUGOOO! IT'S MONOPOLY NIGHT!"
"No, that shit's not right. You're an asshole, Sasuke."
"GET OFF THE PHOOONE! WE'RE BEGINNING THE GAME IMMEDIATELY!"
Frau, as Sasuke would lazily assign her, must've been fairly close to Juugo, given her voice's volume. He glanced over at Naruto, who had his hand over his mouth and was starting to turn a light pink as he muffled his laughter.
"I should probably go," Juugo said meekly.
"I feel like I'm sending you to your death."
"Only a few more days… Just a few more days."
"You put Kabuto in the hospital. You can handle Frau."
Juugo let out a long sigh.
"Thanks for the encouragement, but I think this is worse."
"Off to the battle front with you then. Later."
"Yeah, later."
Sasuke ended the call and placed the phone back on his desk.
"Holy shitsticks," Naruto whispered. "I could hear that woman all the way from here."
Sasuke tried not to picture said "shitstick" and what purpose a shitstick might serve should a shitstick be an actual thing. Naruto started one of Sasuke's playlists to allow them to communicate more safely. Avenged Sevenfold seemed to be up next.
"Yeah, she's out of her fucking gourd."
"Eeehh… I've seen worse."
"Really now?" Sasuke asked skeptically.
"Yeah. I mean, hobos don't tend to be the most mentally stable lot, and we stick together."
He hadn't heard Naruto refer to himself that way in a while, and it was easy for Sasuke to forget what Naruto used to be. It seemed so far behind him, given all that had occurred since Naruto moved in with him. In reality, it had only been a couple of months ago that Naruto slept on the streets. Naruto looked nothing like he used to look, once so emaciated but now so strong and healthy. Still, Naruto was still Naruto, and his past life was more recent than Sasuke felt like it was.
"You're not a hobo anymore, Naruto."
Naruto frowned. To not be homeless, you needed a home. This felt like home. However, in reality, it was more a temporary shelter than a home. He wasn't even supposed to be here. He doubted his days in the Uchiha household would extend much farther.
"Let's hope not."
Sasuke hated watching Naruto's mood sink, so he let out a deep sigh and fell back on the bed.
"I'm bored," Sasuke announced.
Their days were becoming rather dull and claustrophobic, the two of them so rarely able to leave Sasuke's small bedroom. Naruto slunk onto bed with him, fighting the urge to pounce. He didn't want to make any more noise than was necessary.
Naruto ran his hand up Sasuke's chest, his flesh only slightly cold from the surrounding air now that their home was heated. Sasuke never had bothered to put on a shirt today. Still, the light chill of Naruto's hands caused Sasuke's nipples to perk proudly as Naruto pinched one of them quickly. Sasuke gasped. He hadn't been expecting any sort of advance.
"I can fix that for you."
Sasuke glanced around his room briefly, as if his brother could have miraculously been tucked behind his desk.
"We shouldn't be fucking around. He might hear us."
More accurately, Sasuke might have said, "He might hear you." Sasuke could be as silent as the dead if he so pleased, though there was a sort of blissful freedom in letting himself go. Naruto was the loud one. The older licked his lips.
"Then we'll have to be very, very quiet."
Naruto sucked at Sasuke's nipple, swirling his tongue around the areola. Sasuke grasped his bed sheets tightly, determined not to announce his desires.
"The bed creaks," Sasuke added.
Naruto moved up on Sasuke, his hot breath misting his ear.
"Then I'll have to be very, very careful when I pound my cock into you."
Sasuke recoiled. It was unfortunate that Naruto was on top of him now.
"Who the hell said you're going to be the one fucking me?"
Naruto merely smiled at him knowingly, which only served to piss Sasuke off farther. He kissed Sasuke's neck, nipping the skin and sucking on it.
"If you give me a hickey in such an obvious place, I'll fucking murder you." Sasuke threatened sternly.
Naruto smirked, tilting his head as he stared down at Sasuke, leisurely consuming the sight of his ivory muscles, his pectorals and abs, so well defined for their age. He was thoroughly unimpressed by Sasuke's threat but acquiesced to his demands nonetheless. Sasuke didn't need anything more to explain to Itachi.
Naruto had set on topping him, his hands now reaching under and cupping his ass as he kissed Sasuke viciously, their tongues clashing against each other. Naruto must've been horny for some time. They'd been preoccupied lately, and their sex life kept in check.
Sasuke didn't know how he could fight Naruto, currently. He was pinned to the bed, and any struggle was likely to be noisy. Sasuke bit Naruto's bottom lip punitively, his smoldering obsidian eyes, which seemed so dark as to cast out all of the morning light, staring back at him.
"Let's get this straight, Uzumaki. It's going to be my cock, shoved fully and completely into your ass that you have no choice but to let go, biting your lip so hard you bleed just trying to stay quiet."
Naruto raised his brows in feigned surprise.
"Well then, isn't it a strange coincidence that you happen to be pinned beneath me?" Naruto mused cockily.
"There are ways around that."
Naruto sighed.
"You're so uptight, Sasuke. Remember the first time we made love? You can't tell me you didn't enjoy it, when I was inside of you."
Sasuke sulked, staring off to the side and trying to keep a pinkish flush from coming to his cheeks.
"So what's with this… 'I'm top, and you're bottom' fixation you have here? I know you love it when I fuck you..." Naruto's words were lewd, and they made Sasuke nearly shudder. "It's pleasure. Who cares how you're getting it? Why can't you ever just…go with the flow and feel?"
"I could say the same to you," Sasuke rebutted stubbornly. "You loved every minute. If it doesn't matter how you get to that place, then why do you have to be on top?"
Naruto reached his hand under Sasuke's sweatpants, pleased by the lack of undergarments.
"I've only gotten to top once," Naruto frowned. "You're always on top. It's bullshit."
"I didn't realize we were keeping score," Sasuke replied.
They'd had sex at least a handful of times now. Sasuke had stopped counting, though Naruto had certainly remembered, Sasuke was sure. He was the sort. Only once had Naruto been the one to fuck him: their first time. It had occurred under rather vulnerable conditions for Sasuke. He had a fever, had gone a full night without sleep, and his brother had almost died hours beforehand. It was more an act of comfort than one of dominance. This was different.
Naruto groped, feeling for Sasuke's budding erection. Sasuke cast his head off to the side, found out.
"Besides, you certainly look like you're enjoying yourself now."
God, what he wouldn't give to settle this just how he usually did: sparring with the stubborn son of a bitch until he could finally get him under his power. But quiet, they had to be quiet…
He preferred being on top…usually. Protecting Naruto outside of the bedroom satisfied some of these urges, but nothing compared to plowing deep inside of him, making him beg for him, driving him to the very brink as an ecstasy that only Sasuke controlled coursed through his veins. Yet in certain situations, in given moods… Submitting to Naruto, feeling so owned and sometimes even just cared for, offered an intoxication too great to resist. He had submitted only in a state of weakness. Yet he couldn't deny the content of his dreams, both the ones that occurred in wakefulness and in sleep. Submission was something Sasuke outlawed in his daily life, which made it something of a shamefully forbidden fruit in his eyes.
Naruto began to pump Sasuke's erection steadily, and Sasuke clenched his teeth, determined not to let on. He wanted nothing more to turn Naruto irritatingly smug expression into unbridled ecstasy, his lover holding his hand over his mouth as he put all willpower into staying silent.
"You can't fuck me on this bed," Sasuke hissed. "We can't fight either. It's too loud. You don't stand a chance."
Naruto sighed at Sasuke's stubbornness, though he supposed he was being every bit as stubborn. It about time for his turn, dammit!
"Just shut up already."
Naruto took Sasuke's cock in his mouth, pumping and sucking quickly. Almost as if by reflex, Sasuke latched onto Naruto's hair, his abused jaw muscles keeping his mouth clamped shut. He continued, keeping the same rhythm, his hand ghosting and ever so gently rubbing Sasuke's sack.
He didn't need to hear Sasuke's panting and moaning to reassure he was doing well. The slight flush on Sasuke's face and his death grip on the sheets were enough to tell him that much. Would this make Sasuke change his tune? There was near total silence between them, the wet sounds of Naruto's mouth on Sasuke's dick just barely audible between them, and most certainly indiscernible through closed doors. The band named Zeromancer left Sasuke's speakers next, sensual industrial rock drowning them out.
Sasuke felt himself begin to leak. He couldn't struggle. He could hardly move. He felt captive, almost as if he had been bound. Naruto sucked harder, same movements and rhythm, but a faster beat. Yet complete silence. Naruto's eyes dragged up to Sasuke's face, the pale lips just partially parted with Sasuke's brows knit. Sasuke looked down at Naruto, who licked up the vein along the underside of Sasuke's sex.
Sasuke's balls tightened, his muscles contorted… He was close. Naruto quickly moistened his ring finger, reaching under and pushing it past Sasuke's pucker. Azure orbs never parted from Sasuke's lips, the bottom one now bitten to stifle Sasuke's surprise. Naruto thrust his finger in, mildly pumping back and forth. Sasuke felt his body begin to tingle, almost uncomfortably hot, every muscle tensing… He couldn't hold it in much longer. He felt as though something had seized him, wracking his senses.
"N-now…"
He closed his eyes tight and bit down hard. It was the only way to silence himself. Naruto helped him along, sucking him dry as he finally relieved Sasuke. Sasuke's breathing slowed, his lids drooping shut as he stared at Naruto lethargically.
"So… Have I changed your mind?" Naruto asked slyly.
The unfortunate fact was that Naruto could not take Sasuke on the bed. He couldn't simply turn him on his stomach and commence. Naruto had several ideas for placement that would not disclose his presence, but all of these required complete cooperation from Sasuke.
Sasuke smiled up at Naruto, staring into his eyes euphorically. Naruto smiled back. Checkmate. He was correct, after all. With that expression, Sasuke's eyes full of pleasure and love, Naruto's victory was a given. Nothing like a nice blow job to make your boyfriend a little bit less stubborn.
"Fuck no," Sasuke almost purred.
"What?" Naruto blurted back, slightly confused by Sasuke's tone.
Sasuke was silent as he reveled in the remaining bliss of his orgasm.
"Answer me, bastard!"
Even the soft sheets felt pleasurable beneath Sasuke.
"That was a great blow job, but it doesn't mean I'm going to let you fuck me," Sasuke murmured.
"What the hell do I have to do then?!"
Sasuke shrugged.
"I've just decided that, on this particular day, I'm going to fuck you. And nothing you do can change my mind."
"C'mon! I'm all ready to go!" Naruto answered, pointing to his crotch. Seriously, the tact (or lack thereof) this guy could have… "You won't be able to get it up again for at least like ten minutes!"
"I can think of plenty of activities to occupy ten minutes," Sasuke answered lasciviously.
"Jeeeesus, Mary, and Joseph…" Naruto groaned, barely refraining from attending to the all too obvious issue between his legs. "Just give in already!"
"After you."
Sasuke had just been satisfied. Naruto had not. He'd had gone too far to turn back now. Something had to be done! But what?
"I got it."
"Hm?" Sasuke asked, beginning to recover his energy yet again.
"Rock, paper, scissors," Naruto beamed, as if his solution were too ingenious to express in the English language.
"What." Sasuke answered, more of an expression of his feelings towards Naruto's ludicrousness rather than an actual question.
"Yeah! Neither of us is gonna give in, so we'll leave it up to fate."
"No, I'm going to fuck you."
"No. No, you're not," Naruto beamed. "Unless you beat me in rock, paper, scissors."
Sasuke slid up in bed, propping the upward half of his body up. He regarded the other tentatively for several seconds, and Naruto kept grinning back at him. Without the both parties cooperation, nothing could be done. It was just too noisy. If only they could have just resolved this like they normally did: with physical strength, head locks, restrained wrists, and a lot of swearing. Unfortunately, they had to come to a verbal agreement, which was not one of either male's strengths.
"Fine."
"One, two, three, shoot?" Naruto asked.
"Yup."
Sasuke pegged Naruto as the type of guy to go with rock, in which case, Sasuke should choose paper. However, Naruto might realize that he came across as this sort, as it was rather obvious. If he predicted Sasuke's thoughts, then he'd choose scissors, to beat Sasuke's paper. In that case, Sasuke should go with a rock to beat out Naruto's scissors. However, that all relied on Naruto's level of self-awareness. If he could count on Naruto to regard it as simply a game of chance, Sasuke should probably go with paper.
"One, two, three…"
Paper or rock? Paper or rock?
"Shoot!"
Sasuke went with paper, and Naruto…scissors. Naruto, barely able to contain his excitement, flailed his fists about in victory.
"No. No 'best out of three'," Naruto said, effectively reading Sasuke's thoughts. "You're mine!"
Sasuke jerked towards Naruto, yanking him in by the collar and kissing him, shoving his tongue into his mouth. He bit Naruto's bottom lip, fiercely staring back.
"Then fucking take me."
Several songs had passed by now, Nine Inch Nails currently filling the room. Naruto stared back dumbly for a few seconds, words temporarily forsaking him. He felt the swelling skin around his genitalia become just a little tighter, licking at his suddenly dry mouth. Sasuke stood, walking over to the wall next to his desk. He would then be able to support some of his weight on the desk should his legs begin to fail him. He glanced back at Naruto commandingly. Just because Naruto was going to fuck him didn't mean that Sasuke couldn't take control.
Naruto couldn't help but stare for a little longer. His entire body had been shouting at him to move forward, so why was he still? Sasuke's pants were still on, but he was shirtless, leaning against the wall on one forearm and looking backwards towards Naruto impatiently. Sasuke's bare back showed a mild contour, his skin barely flushed and misted in sweat. His jet black hair was uncharacteristically disheveled from their previous activities. It was like the most succulent cut of fillet mignon had just been set in front of him, a viand with a presentation almost too perfect to mar by eating it.
"Well?"
Naruto closed the space between them as quickly as he could with such gentle footsteps, lube in hand. He pushed Sasuke's chest against the wall, trailing his fingertips down Sasuke's spine and allowing his erection to incidentally bump against Sasuke's ass every now and again. The feeling of the hot, turgid skin against his cheeks reminded Sasuke of what was to come, causing him to shudder.
"Remember to keep your stance. Use the wall for support," Sasuke instructed him, not allowing his voice to betray him. "Don't get lost in the moment."
"You're the one I'm worried about. Try not to scream, 'kay sweetcakes?"
Sasuke rolled his eyes, inclining his head backwards. The angle caused his bangs to brush upon his bare shoulders.
"The same goes for you."
Naruto kissed Sasuke again, then kissed the underside of his jaw, his neck, his shoulders. He would nip, and suck, but he wouldn't mark… At least not anywhere that Itachi would be seeing. He took the skin by Sasuke left shoulder into his mouth and began to suck hard. Sasuke knew what he was doing, and this patch of skin… Well, it just looked like he couldn't be roaming the house shirtless anymore.
Sasuke heard the lube squeeze onto Naruto's fingers behind him, his lover's pointer finger clearing his entrance as Naruto kissed down his spine. He thrust his finger into Sasuke, who braced his forearms against the wall and leaned into them, staring at the boring white as he kept his breathing steady.
Naruto's middle finger now scissored with the other minutely inside of him. Naruto had already warmed him up previously, so the change wasn't so stark. It forced Sasuke's feet farther apart, the teen moving with caution. He reached down to stroke his own mostly flaccid length, which was beginning to rejuvenate once again. Naruto didn't stop him. Two fingers soon made way to three. The pace must have been torturous to Naruto, who had been hard from the start. He really was a considerate lover.
"Fuck me already," Sasuke panted impatiently, the music almost drowning him out.
"Gladly," Naruto smirked.
He aligned his cock with Sasuke's entrance, Sasuke pushing out his ass just slightly so that he'd be more conveniently located for Naruto. Naruto's head cleared Sasuke's opening, and there went Sasuke's jaw muscles again. His body wanted to tense, but he ordered himself to relax. He didn't recall it being so damned hard to stay silent. God, Naruto was inside of him. It felt like it had been so long ago, and he'd missed it.
Naruto began to thrust, slowly at first but going a little farther in with each movement. In truth, it had been every bit as difficult for Naruto to remain silent. Sasuke's canal was tight, perfectly conforming to every detail of Naruto's manhood. Ever since Naruto had first been inside of him, Sasuke had taken more and more to inserting one, if not two fingers in his entrance as he masturbated. He'd forgotten how thick and long Naruto's cock was in comparison. What were those quick and private moments compared to this?
Sasuke his chest was sweating. He allowed his pants to fall to his feet, quickly eliminating them so that he was naked and bare. Naruto peered around Sasuke's body to see that his erection was returning, blushed yet proud. He reached around Sasuke's body and moved his hand down Sasuke's chest, to his abdomen, then squeezing his ass and driving his cheeks farther apart, so Naruto could enter farther in.
The only other time Naruto had fucked him, Sasuke had been off his game, to say the least. Fevered, sleep deprived, emotionally exhausted, and having narrowly missed one of the worst tragedies of his life just hours ago, he wasn't in a position to do much more than yield to Naruto's comforting movements. It pulled him together when he felt that he'd just shattered on the floor.
But this was different. Sasuke was well rested, healthy, and in a stable state of mind. He hadn't…willingly allowed this, per se. It had been luck of the draw, but he was beginning to admit to himself now that losing that game of rock, paper, scissors might not have been such an unfortunate turn of events. Maybe Naruto had been correct in saying that his pride too frequently got in the way. Between fucking Naruto and being fucked, Sasuke still insisted that he preferred to dominate. But then again, he also appreciated a little variety.
Sasuke was sliding down on the wall, which Naruto was bracing him against as he began to slam into Sasuke. He was deep inside of him, all the way up to the hilt, the muscles of Naruto's arm and lower body clenched to keep his stance from moving. Sasuke had to reach for the desk, his legs beginning to shake. How could he remain standing? He'd ignored his greedily rising erection a while ago now, dedicating both hands to keeping himself in place and upright. And hell, Naruto's hand, caressing his front, his sides, his nipples, his ass, felt so good.
Sasuke's hips made slight movements, pushing into Naruto's cock as he plowed forward. He wanted everything that Naruto had to offer. The only cue each had from the other was their quickened breathing. Sasuke's palms were leaving almost indiscernible streaks of sweat against the wall as his hands fell down lower. He was trembling. God, Naruto was inside of him, owning him, making him feel this ecstasy. It was Naruto.
Watching Sasuke yield in this way was addictive. As hard and swollen as Naruto's cock and balls were, he couldn't help but take in the details attentively. Sasuke was struggling to stay silent, struggling to take Naruto deeper, struggling to even stand… The pressure was becoming unbearable. He'd held back for so long. He couldn't resist anymore. And it was then that Sasuke felt Naruto's nails dig into his shoulder, Naruto's body stiffening and bucking.
"Shit…shit," Naruto whispered. "I'm…"
Naruto didn't have to say the word for Sasuke to know. He knew that Naruto was going to unleash into him until he felt his seed dribble down his cheeks and thighs. And of course, that's what happened, Naruto finding silence to be his greatest challenge. Sasuke believed his lip may have started to bleed. All of the tension and fullness of Naruto's body left him, Naruto sighing in relief and pleasure as it left him satisfied.
The cum dribbled down Sasuke's ass, and Sasuke used his pajama pants to at least partially clean up the mess. Naruto had lowered himself to his knees, panting and staring at the ground. But Sasuke was still erect, still strong.
"Naruto, brace yourself against the desk."
"Huh?" Naruto asked, barely able to even think as his endorphins bounced about his bloodstream.
"Brace yourself."
Sasuke rose to his knees, pulling Naruto's pants down and grabbing for the lube, which Naruto had placed on the desk. Naruto was on all fours. Sasuke squeezed lube out into his hand, pushing his second finger into Naruto's ass. By now, Sasuke was completely hard.
"Wait… What… But I won!" Naruto responded in confusion, moving one hand up to the desk.
"So you fucked me," Sasuke answered. "But that doesn't mean I can't return the favor."
Naruto began to chuckle, as quietly as possible, "But you can't just… It always has to be your way, huh?"
"Do you realize what you did to me when you fucked me? I couldn't even think anymore. My entire universe was you."
Naruto stared forward silently ahead of him, flushing slightly as Sasuke's admission.
"I'm so hard it hurts. I still can't think of anything but you. I need to have you now."
Perhaps Sasuke was operating, partially, out of pride. However, Naruto knew he was speaking from honesty as well, and it was persuasive. Besides, it's not like he would turn something like this from Sasuke down anyway, except due to pride, perhaps.
"To hell with egos already, you stubborn brat," Naruto answered, readying himself for him. "Just fuck me."
Sasuke wasn't sure how long he could last, as aroused as he already was, but he'd become quite skilled with taking his time. He stretched Naruto out and licked his lips in anticipation as he supported his cock, moving it into Naruto's entrance. He very slowly moved in, but he moved in deeply. Naruto's face went red as he clawed at the desk.
After having been filled, remnants of cum still settling on Sasuke's ass, filling Naruto had taken on another level of satisfaction. It was justice, a perfect circle, a give and take. He was taking the same man who had hijacked his entire consciousness into his own possession. He thrust into Naruto, the built up pressure against the head of his cock almost painful.
"Don't hold back, Sasu. I… I want you to fill me."
Sasuke braced himself against Naruto, his hands on Naruto's back. Silence, of course. Total silence. He drove himself deep into Naruto and far out, almost to the head, taking long strokes as he slammed back into his lover. Naruto bit his lip, and Sasuke's jaw clenched, putting all willpower into not moaning as an almost painfully deep satisfaction ran through them. Sasuke's movements became forceful and drastic. Finally, Sasuke twitched, and a hot and strong tingling sensation coursed through his lower back, pelvis, and cock. The pleasure mounted, and finally all of that pressure was released, Sasuke spurting roughly into Naruto's entrance.
The cum drizzled down Naruto's legs in the same way it had Sasuke's, and the two both silently returned to the floor. Naruto slinked up to Sasuke and kissed him. Sasuke kissed back slowly and sensually, feeling rather exhausted after his second orgasm. The second had been especially strong, and he felt that he was in danger of falling asleep on the floor. Naruto pet Sasuke affectionately, as he was so apt to do, Sasuke burrowing against Naruto's hand and glancing up at him in an almost catlike fashion. Sasuke returned the favor, holding his hand against Naruto's cheek and brushing his thumb against the raised skin there. Naruto didn't flinch as he used to when his scars were touched, Sasuke noted. He just smiled back.

Naruto and Sasuke shared a very quick shower together, knowing that Itachi was still downstairs and lacked the ability (and if not, certainly the permission) to ascend the stairs independently. Still, they were brief, despite the fact that they were repeatedly tempted to molest each other. Finally warm and clean, they wormed their way up into bed.
When Sasuke woke up, he noted that it was past five. He'd fallen asleep?
"Shit," Sasuke hissed.
Itachi hadn't called him. Sasuke had the ringer turned up full blast, so this was no shock to him. Still, it didn't mean that Itachi didn't need him. He'd left his brother downstairs, unattended, for five hours. He genuinely hadn't meant to nap for so long. Still naked, Sasuke finally dressed himself for the evening.
Sasuke returned downstairs to find a very groggy Itachi, curled up on the sofa with another one of his textbooks and a highlighter. It did not look like a very comfortable position.
"Hey…" Sasuke announced himself as he grabbed an apple out of the fridge. It was really for Naruto, but he took a bite out of it to avoid suspicion.
"Hey, Sasuke," Itachi responded tiredly.
"Do you want to go upstairs?" Sasuke asked.
"Yeah… That'd be nice."
Sasuke felt a little guilty that Itachi had responded so quickly. He wished that Itachi would have just called him. Had he really been waiting on Sasuke all this time? Yet Sasuke realized that apologizing would only make his brother feel like more of a "burden." From experience, Sasuke knew how the psychology of being on that end of things worked.
Sasuke took Itachi's textbook, some pens, and some highlighters up with them, helping Itachi up each step. Going up was always more difficult than going down. They had to pause twice for Itachi to catch his breath. Eventually, Sasuke got Itachi into his bed. He elevated his head with several pillows so that he'd be able to read comfortably and placed some water by his bedside table. Once Sasuke was sure that Itachi was settled, he returned downstairs and cooked himself two microwavable dinners, chicken Florentine and Salisbury steak.
Sasuke quickly ate the chicken and brought the steak up to Naruto. Sasuke left the lights on downstairs, believing that they'd return soon. However, Naruto had a few Youtube videos cued that he absolutely had to show Sasuke. Only two out of the five were very funny, Sasuke insisted, to which Naruto responded that he wasn't surprised considering that he hadn't seen Sasuke using the stress ball Naruto bought him. He still had that stick up his ass, Naruto insisted.
Naruto began to stretch his legs, doing everything he could to refrain from pacing back and forth.
"Antsy?" Sasuke asked.
"Fuuuuck," Naruto responded, ready to roll around on the floor just to dispel some energy. "Cabin fever, dude. Cabin fever like mad."
Sasuke waited for a moment, poking his head out of the bedroom. Itachi's door was closed, and his room was dark. Since Itachi couldn't make it downstairs himself, the only other possibility was that he'd gone to bed. It was getting late. The downstairs was still lit, just as Sasuke had left it.
"It's free downstairs."
Naruto perked up instantly.
"Seriously? I can go downstairs?!"
"Yeah…" Sasuke answered, his voice hushed. "Just be fast. If Itachi wants to go downstairs, I'll make a ruckus to let you know, and you can hide. He wouldn't want to be down for long."
Naruto grinned back at him, finally walking out of the bedroom. Sasuke placed a finger up to his lips, indicating for him to be silent. He beamed and gave Sasuke a quick salute in exchange, quietly walking down the steps. He moved through the living room out into the kitchen, where a young man with long black hair sat, reading a textbook on litigation.
Naruto froze, wondering if Itachi could hear how damned loudly his heart was beating. The man looked up from his work, black irises catching Naruto's bright blue orbs. There was no escape. Naruto could hardly look back.
Itachi set his highlighter back on his book, softly smiling at Naruto.
"Hello. It's nice to finally meet you."
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