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Welcome to the Mile High Club	By : Sapphirexkat2 Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2205 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Welcome to the Mile High Club

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Rating: NC-17

Pairings: UCHIHACEST

Summary: Itachi's little fantasy.

Major ooc-ness, but you knew that...

Hmm This chapter didn't come out as I had expected...none ever do. (sighs) Sorry for the short lemon.

Sasuke usually avoided going to Uchiha Corp if he could help it. His father had often tried to drag him along, and fortunately, his mother was there to save him. Itachi hadn�t really said anything on the matter in the past, so it was a surprise when he asked Sasuke to go along with Fugaku to the office on his next school day off.
�Why?� Sasuke inquired from where he was lying on his bed, a novel in hand. Itachi stood at his doorway in his suit, having just come home from work.
�Because I said so,� was his snide reply, though not seriously so. He frowned when Sasuke shrugged and returned to his reading.
�Not nearly reason enough,� the younger brother grumbled. Itachi stepped in and closed the door behind him.
�Oh? And what would a good reason be?�
Sasuke glared at him. �You�ve never wanted me to go there before,� he argued petulantly. �What�s so different this time?�
Itachi crossed his arms as he approached the bed. �Quit being a brat, Sasuke,� he said, growing impatient. �Just try going to the office with father, okay?�
�I would rather go with you, niisan,� Sasuke whined. �I never get to go with you.� Though he knew he was pouting and complaining � two of Itachi�s least favorite personality traits � Sasuke only did so unconsciously. Besides, playing the cute, abandoned little brother often made Itachi feel guilty, which would eventually have him acquiescing to Sasuke's requests. Sasuke was probably taking advantage of Itachi, but Itachi took advantage of him in every other sense of the word so it was only fair.
�I will be there,� Itachi said matter-of-factly, leaning closer to kiss his brother. Sasuke immediately closed the distance between them and pulled at Itachi�s tie to bring him onto the bed. Itachi followed, deepening the kiss as he braced on arm by Sasuke�s head and used the other to caress Sasuke�s stomach. Sasuke moaned and arched into the touch, his body quickly warming under his brother. Itachi pulled away with a sound much like a purr.
�Get some sleep, otouto,� he whispered, nuzzling into Sasuke�s neck and making him shiver. �You have school tomorrow.� He slowly dislodged himself from Sasuke and stood with a small smirk. Sasuke glared, his face flushed and hair tousled.
�I don�t care,� Sasuke replied, propping himself up on his elbows. �Keep me up all night.�
�Very tempting, but I have work. Perhaps some other time,� said Itachi as he trailed a skillful finger down the middle of Sasuke�s torso. He stopped at the waistline of Sasuke�s boxers, deliberately ignoring the growing lump several inches further. �Sweet dreams.� Itachi retracted his finger and left, turning the light off and closing the door as he did so.
Sasuke, who had been panting in anticipation, came back to himself a moment later. He huffed in disappointment and plopped down onto his side. The cotton of his boxers rubbed against his half hard cock and sent tingles up his spine. �Stupid aniki,� he cursed, trying in vain to ignore the mental images of Itachi touching and tasting him. Itachi was a tease � a man of pleasure who played at his own leisure, and Sasuke refused to be the victim though he fell into the trap every time. He couldn�t help it if he wanted his brother in every possible way and would willingly do anything to feel Itachi�s hands on his body.
He was especially frustrated with the fact that he couldn�t even go a seven days without having sex. In all honestly, he could he just didn�t want to try. Not to mention, he�d be irritable, incredibly horny at odd times, and unable to concentrate on the simplest of tasks. Sasuke didn�t know if it was the same for Itachi, though there were several times when they hadn�t had sex in two weeks (for various reasons) and Itachi would be more aggressive than usual. He would start slowly and passionately, savoring his time with Sasuke until he would go harder and deeper where Sasuke would beg for him to stop because it�s too much and he�d die if he came one more time, but Itachi would only go harder again because he only wants to hear more of it�.
Sasuke shifted again and bit his lip as his cock became firmer. How the hell was he supposed to sleep if he remained so damn hard? �Stupid aniki,� he murmured again, though his bitter words fell breathlessly from wet lips.

000 000

�I�m glad you�ve decided to come along today, Sasuke,� Fugaku said on their way to Uchiha Corporation. He was reviewing a thick stack of papers which looked like a manuscript through thin reading glasses but glanced up at his son for a moment.
�Sure,� Sasuke replied, smiling slightly. His father rarely paid any attention to him, so it was nice to be recognized once in a while, even if it did involve business. Though Sasuke was only doing this for his brother, he had always had some interest in his father�s job.
Fugaku must have seen Sasuke�s curious expression because he beckoned for him to sit beside him. Sasuke crossed the distance between them in the posh limo and sat on the black leather seat by his father. �This is the final draft of our contract with Hyuuga Pharmaceuticals.� At this, Fugaku made a face. Sasuke bit back a snort of laughter. �They want to collaborate with our software research and development department. We receive twenty-five percent of the profits they make using our technology. Sounds fair, does it not?�
Sasuke sensed that his father was being sarcastic and shrugged noncommittally to play along. �I suppose,� he drawled. Fugaku smiled. �What did aniki say?�
�Itachi was the one who had managed to raise our percentage of the profits,� the older man said quietly, as if still awed by Itachi�s accomplishment. �He can be quite persuasive.�
�Coercive is more like it,� Sasuke grumbled, but he still felt the overwhelming pride he got whenever his parents spoke so highly of Itachi. Itachi could probably top the business world in Japan in a few years, if not sooner. Sasuke often wondered went through his brother�s mind at times.
�Perhaps,� Fugaku muttered derisively, gently interrupting Sasuke�s thoughts. The limo suddenly came to halt and moments later the door swung open.

000 000

Sasuke vaguely remembered what the interior of Uchiha Corporation looked like since he had last been there a year before. The lobby had high ceilings littered with chandeliers and murals of an ancient period. The floors were marble and polished perfectly to reflect the onlooker�s image much like a mirror would. The walls and beams were chrome in color. There were two entrances into the building, one across from the other. In the center was an information desk and a directory of all the floors and offices in the building. Platinum elevators lined either side, all of which were cluttered with businessmen and women and customers.
He and his father rounded a corner and entered a more secluded hallway with two guards standing at the end. They entered the private elevator with glass walls and rode up to the forty-ninth floor.
�Remember the golden rule?� Fugaku asked rather fondly. Sasuke nodded, remembering what his parents had told him when he had first gone to the office at eight years old.
�Stay close and pay even closer attention,� Sasuke recited dutifully.
�We have a long morning ahead of us, son.�

000 000

Sasuke hadn�t nearly forgotten how commandeering his father could be. He liked to watch the way people steered clear of his path or worked frantically when he stayed a second too long by their cubicles. After having stopped his father�s office on the forty-ninth floor, where the secretary reminded Fugaku of his schedule and had him sign some priority documents, they went to the lower floors to check the progress of certain departments. Sasuke figured he would like being a tyrant. His father and brother were, after all � sometimes his mother, too.
Later in the morning they went into the Conference Room for Fugaku's meeting with the CEO of Hyuuga Pharmaceuticals. Just when Sasuke was about to miss Itachi, the latter entered the board room with Hyuuga Hiashi and three other people in tow. Sasuke practically stared as Itachi gracefully crossed the table and stood beside the Uchiha corporate lawyer, all without looking at Sasuke. Sasuke was too much in awe to have noticed, anyway. Somehow this Itachi seemed different than the one at home, though not in a bad way. It was the persona of a businessman mixed in with something else. Sasuke couldn�t place what that was for the life of him.
�Good morning, Uchiha-san,� Hiashi said, bowing politely. Fugaku demonstrated the same courtesy, and everyone else in the room followed suit. They soon sat down and pulled out their copies of the contract draft, beginning their discussion.
All throughout the meeting Sasuke was paying closer attention to his brother than anything else. Itachi was straight forward in his statements and quite intimidating. His eyes were like steel and his voice� that was the same, icy tone which he had used to dominate Sasuke several nights before. Sasuke rubbed his healing wrists and bit his lip at the pleasurable sting the bruises sent down his spine. Itachi was doing that on purpose, he thought, as he grew warm underneath his suit. Surely Itachi wasn't always like this at work, or did he enjoy conducting business much like he would sex?
He had been so distracted that he hadn�t realized the meeting was over, the revisions to the draft final for the official contract. Sasuke blinked as everyone stood and hastily did the same, bowing as everyone else did.
�Ah, I finally have the pleasure of meeting you, Sasuke,� Hiashi said as he looked at the youngest Uchiha with his opalescent eyes. Sasuke came back to himself with a start and nodded. �I have heard so much about you from my nephew, Neji, and your father, of course. No doubt, you will soon be leading your soccer team to the national championships.�
Sasuke saw Itachi slipping out the door but couldn�t do much to follow him. His heart sank at his brother�s departure yet soared at the knowledge of his father talking about him, even if it was to Neji�s uncle. �Yes, sir,� he replied. Neji was his sempai at school and current captain of their outside youth soccer team. Sasuke couldn't wait until Neji turned 15 in a couple of years, but he couldn't be so hopeful at school. He'd be stuck with Neji until the older boy would graduate as a senior a year ahead of him.
�Are you looking into business as well?" Hiashi continued."You know my daughter Hinata....� Fugaku must have given Hiashi a pointed glare because he stopped with a rather put off expression. Sasuke was grateful for it, too. Being a son in the business world was not fun. �Well then, good day.�
Once Hyuuga and company left Fugaku pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. His lawyer, a beautiful but stern looking woman with wavy black hair held the revised draft in her manicured hands.
�Your meeting with Orochimaru-san is in half an hour, Uchiha-san,� Kurenai said. �I�ll return with Azuma in fifteen minutes.�
�Yes, thank you,� Fugaku said as the woman bowed and left. He turned to Sasuke. �I need the men�s room. If Orochimaru arrives, tell him to wait.�
Sasuke honestly disliked Orochimaru and would do anything to avoid him. The man was simply creepy, especially in the way he looked at and talked to Sasuke. He leered and smirked and licked his lips, and Sasuke often had to cling to his brother�s side or tail his mother at dinner parties to avoid him.
Feeling skittish at the thought of Orochimaru Sasuke left the board room to seek out his brother. He walked down the empty hallway. The other oak doors were closed, probably with department teams meeting to conduct business. He rounded a corner and saw the Serpentine Inc. president talking with Itachi. Following the former was a grey haired young man named Kabuto, who was Orochimaru�s secretary. Sasuke tried sneaking away by blindly backpedaling when he tripped and fell flat on his back. He winced and slowly sat up, pain shooting from his tailbone all the while.
�Are you alright, Sasuke-kun?�
Sasuke supported himself on his hands as he tried to alleviate the pressure from the bottom of his spine, his legs unconsciously falling open. He blinked the stars from his vision as he looked up at Orochimaru, who had his gaze elsewhere. Blushing with embarrassment and anger, Sasuke forced his legs closed and broke the older businessman out of his stupor.
�Orochimaru-san, Kabuto-san. Welcome,� Kurenai said as she rounded the corner Sasuke had previously come from. She spotted Sasuke on the floor and nearly jumped. �Sasuke-kun, are you alright?�
�Don�t worry about me,� Sasuke murmured not unkindly, only wishing everyone would stop fretting over him. �Isn�t father waiting?�
�Ah, yes. Orochimaru-san, if you could just follow me.�
�Take care, Sasuke-kun,� Orochimaru said, giving the boy a forlorn look as he was ushered away. Kabuto glared at Sasuke in his boss�s wake. Sasuke glared right back.
He relaxed once they had gone and sighed. Something shifted above him, reminding him that Itachi was still there. �Oniisan,� he murmured quietly, peering up with soulful eyes and hoping Itachi wouldn�t make fun of him. Itachi simply returned the gaze evenly, his fathomless eyes showing no emotion from beneath long bangs. Sasuke tilted his head curiously. �Oniisan?�
Itachi responded by reaching down to trace Sasuke�s mouth with his fingertips. �You will attend father�s meeting,� he murmured, gaze unwavering, �and when it is finished, come into my office and we�ll play a game.� He slipped his finger between soft lips, and Sasuke nipped at it, nodding absently. Itachi smirked and turned back towards the elevators. Sasuke remained where he was and fought the urge to chase after his brother. After the chrome doors slid closed he stood and returned to the main conference room with a slight limp.
All Sasuke could think about while his father discussed business was what Itachi had had in mind. He wasn�t aware of any �game� they usually played at the office; Itachi was mostly business and had to do everything else their father wasn�t. They rarely �played� at home, for that matter. Most of their late night rendezvous were spent in the dark with muffled cries and gentle thrusts to prevent the headboard from hitting the wall too hard, and when they were home alone they were too eager and desperate to enjoy anything other than a good hard fucking. Surely Itachi wouldn�t dare try anything at their father's work. But then again�.
�Thank you for your time, Uchiha-san,� Orochimaru said, standing and glancing at Sasuke. �It was a pleasure.�
�Pleasure was all mine,� Fugaku replied courteously. �We shall see you next month.�
�Indeed.�
Sasuke refused to look up even as he felt Orochimaru�s leer on every fiber of his being. The door clicked softly behind Kabuto, and Sasuke sighed with relief as Orochimaru and his secretary had finally gone. Fugaku looked at his watch and then at Kurenai and Azuma.
�I have a lunch date with Tsunade-san,� he said then turned to Sasuke. �Take these files to your brother. You two can have lunch when I get back. I�ll try not to be too long.�
Azuma gave Sasuke several manila folders with a small smile. �Guard them with you life,� he said sarcastically but meant every word in retrospect. Sasuke took them with a nod.
�Now stay out of trouble,� his father added with a pointed look. Sasuke sensed he meant a particular kind of trouble but couldn�t really tell for sure.
�How much trouble could a boy get into in a span of five floors?� Kurenai teased, winking at Sasuke. Sasuke gave her a nervous smile as Fugaku�s glare intensified.
�I meant once he gets there.� No doubt, Fugaku still remembered his sons' rather eccentric inclinations for public indecency.
Sasuke gulped and practically sprinted out the doors with a hasty bow. He knew he was blushing and hoped no one who would recognize him cross his path during the next five minutes. What would his father have thought if Sasuke had told him Itachi was planning on playing a game? Sasuke briefly had a mental image of his father keeling over in his seat, seizing and foaming at the mouth (not necessarily in that order), though Sasuke didn�t know the contents of Itachi�s �game�. It could be really innocent actually, such as forcing Sasuke to organize files or pour tea�.
His elevator stopped about three times until it arrived at his destination. He stepped out slowly and walked down the hallway, passing the doors of several other important directors along the way. At the end of the hall was his father�s office behind his secretary�s desk, and to the right was Itachi�s office, its double doors wide open so that Sasuke could see the shelves of books lining the opposite wall. Sasuke knocked and entered.
�What is it?� Itachi asked quite irritably, but when he looked up his stern gaze softened slightly, as if what he had initially thought to have been an ogre was a kitten instead. �May I help you?� he asked again with a subtle purr. Sasuke blinked, confused.
�Uhm, aniki�.� But Itachi gently interrupted him.
�Just go with it, otouto,� he said quietly, but Sasuke could sense the heat in those words, for his body started tingling with the beginnings of unadulterated arousal. His fingers tightened around the folder as he tried to control his reactions. He didn�t know what Itachi wanted just yet, but being himself wasn�t a part of it. As if sensing Sasuke�s approval, Itachi nodded for Sasuke to take his queue.
�My father told me to deliver this,� Sasuke replied shyly, unsure if it was to Itachi�s liking. But intense look in his brother�s eyes eased Sasuke�s doubts and he became more confident. �It�s from today�s meeting with the president of Serpentine Incorporated.�
�Yes, that�s right,� the older boy affirmed thoughtfully, dropping his pen. He brought fingers up to his lips, rubbing his bottom lip as if considering dessert after a meal. Sasuke blushed � half intentionally, half not � and averted his eyes. Not only was he nervous from acting the part of the boss�s innocent son, but having Itachi�s ravenous eyes on him wasn�t helping any. �So you�re the son Uchiha-san is always talking about.�
Sasuke�s heart skipped a beat but Itachi�s kind smile was proof that he wasn�t lying. Itachi noticed Sasuke�s mild surprise and smirked. It was all true. Fugaku raved about his youngest son and his achievements as an athlete, and Itachi couldn�t help but feel proud as well. Though he and their father missed most of Sasuke�s games Mikoto filmed it and at the next opportunity, usually late at night in the office on the same day, Fugaku would be the first to watch it.
�Every person knows of you,� Itachi continued, �and your talents.� Had it been said in a normal tone of voice, none would have mistaken it to mean something else.
Sasuke�s blush deepened. Why did Itachi have to make this so difficult? �I� I�m sorry?�
Itachi laughed softly. �You play sports, is what I meant,� he clarified, standing and rounding the table in smooth, confident steps. �What did you think I was talking about?� He casually leaned against the front of his desk, watching Sasuke intently. Sasuke cleared his throat and tried to play off his earlier embarrassment by acting indifferent.
�Ah, nothing,� Sasuke replied nonchalantly, looking at Itachi coolly. �What does my father say?�
�This and that. He mostly talks about your trophies and prodigious intelligence.� Itachi slowly licked his lips. �Though he mentioned nothing of your pretty face.�
Sasuke�s breath hitched as the older boy closed some of the distance between them and caressed his jaw line with warm, thin fingers. Sasuke automatically leaned into the touch, enjoying the gentle affection Itachi rarely showed. Itachi was moving so slowly, almost tentatively, until their lips were a mere centimeter apart. Sasuke closed his eyes as they kissed for what felt like the very first time.
He might have been the one who moaned, or it might have been Itachi. Sasuke found he no longer cared because Itachi suddenly pushed their hips together and a very hard and hot bulge pressed against his lower belly. The folder fell from his hand and his back arched like a taut bow with desire, suddenly wanting nothing more than to have Itachi's cock ramming into him like no tomorrow.
And so one could imagine how agonizing it was for Sasuke to push Itachi away, to keep this game from dying with not even ten minutes of playtime. Itachi looked murderous, and Sasuke saw that Itachi wanted this as much as he did...if not much more. �Wait,� Sasuke said between gasps for air, �wait. Father might come � �
�The only one coming, Sasuke,� Itachi interrupted, his voice rough with sexual frustration, �is me inside of you.� He backed Sasuke to his desk and pinned him there. Sasuke�s legs fell open to accommodate him as if on instinct, and Itachi took full advantage of it by pulling Sasuke�s hips closer so that their erections grinded together. Sasuke panted loudly as Itachi leaned in closer to whisper into his ear. �And if you�re good, I might let you cum afterwards.� He roughly squeezed Sasuke through his pants, causing the younger teen to whimper in pain. Itachi pulled back and grinned, his white teeth flashing wolfishly. Sasuke had seen that look a few times before and though he knew he should be worried he had never been more turned on.
Satisfied, Itachi stepped away and went to close and lock the doors. He returned to Sasuke, who was visibly trembling and obviously trying to refrain from touching himself. Itachi knew exactly what his brother could take, and Sasuke was currently too close to his limit. Itachi could make him beg, make him spread his legs so shamelessly, but he could never make Sasuke hold out for long. A part of it might have been his fault � denying Sasuke was simply impossible for him, and though he had tried to keep Sasuke from cumming too soon Sasuke was just so damn responsive that anything set him off. Sasuke, to put it simply, needed discipline, and Itachi needed to be harder on him.
�Take off your pants,� Itachi ordered quietly. Sasuke nodded and proceeded to rid himself of his black slacks. �Now face the desk.�
Sasuke turned reluctantly. �But I ��
Itachi shushed him with a finger to his lips. Sasuke pouted against the slender digit, but fell silent. Once he was positioned, Itachi slowly trailed down Sasuke�s body until he was on his knees behind him. Itachi slid a hand up Sasuke�s inner thigh, which shook with the effort to remain in place and not move any farther apart. Itachi smirked and decided to reward his brother by nudging the entrance hidden between his pearly ass cheeks. He was surprised to find how easily his finger slid into the wet, obviously stretched passage. Sasuke moaned and pushed back onto the single digit. Itachi quickly added two more in a forceful thrust, inadvertently hitting Sasuke�s prostate and making him cry out in pleasure and surprise.
�Why, Sasuke,� Itachi asked slowly, �are you so wet and loose?� To emphasize his point, he twisted his fingers and curved them to fully stimulate his brother�s pleasure spot. He saw Sasuke�s precum run down his inner thighs and leaned forward to lick it up.
�Stop� Aniki.� Sasuke tried to move his legs apart and away from that sensual tongue but only managed to have Itachi�s fingers sink more deeply into him. He was already too close to climaxing and if Itachi so much as moved an inch in either direction Sasuke was sure he�d cum without his brother�s permission, which would lead to more pleasurable but painful punishment.
Itachi only smirked at Sasuke�s efforts and brought his other hand up to squeeze the base of Sasuke�s cock. Sasuke bit his lip to stop himself from screaming, but a rather high-pitched sound tore from his throat.
�Have fun with more of Gaara�s toys, did you?� Itachi said, withdrawing both hands and standing.
Sasuke nodded shakily, wanting Itachi to touch him again but knowing better than to ask. �Y-yes,� he confessed breathily. �I needed � �
�Something to fuck you?� Itachi asked, running a finger down Sasuke�s spine. He started unbuckling his belt and pulling down the zipper slowly, so that the sound echoed loudly between them. Sasuke gave a low groan of desperation.
�Yes.�
Itachi bent over Sasuke�s back as he eased into the younger boy. He braced one hand on Sasuke�s hip and used the other as leverage on the desk. He leaned down to nip at a delicate, pink ear. �You�re going to show it to me later,� Itachi whispered. �I want to see exactly what you did.�
Sasuke thought about how he had used the vibrator earlier that morning and moaned throatily at the idea of Itachi watching him. As a matter of fact he had envisioned Itachi staring as he impaled himself with the textured phallus. Sasuke had never reached orgasm so hard when masturbating.
His reverie broke, however, when Itachi roughly pushed into him. He moaned as he felt every inch of Itachi�s hard cock filling him completely and gasped as Itachi started a fast, hard pace. Sasuke tried bracing himself on the desk as he rocked forward with the force of Itachi�s thrusts, the letters and files scattering everywhere. His moans started to get louder, more desperate and wanton, as Itachi began stroking him.
�Please,� Sasuke whimpered, unable to coherently form a proper sentence. �Please, Itachi!�
Itachi slid his thumb over the head of Sasuke�s erection, and Sasuke came with a loud cry certain to resonate throughout the entire floor. Itachi followed not a two seconds after, groaning his brother�s name as he emptied his load into the younger boy. He slowly pulled out, ignoring the slick, satisfying sound of withdrawal from a cum-filled channel. Sasuke sighed and shakily took his arms from the desk. Itachi turned him around and kissed him passionately. He pulled away with a small smirk. Sasuke wearily glared up at him.
�You said a game, aniki,� Sasuke accused, angry about how sore he would be for the rest of the day with the added wetness currently making its way down his thighs. Itachi began fixing his pants.
�What did you expect: chess?�
Sasuke glowered as Itachi walked around his desk and pulled out a towel from the bottom most drawer. Itachi returned to his brother and began wiping him gently. Sasuke refused to be persuaded by such a considerate act to cool his frustration. He couldn�t help but think about why Itachi had chosen this particular setting for his fantasy when they had done it there so many times before. After Itachi helped him get dressed, he asked his older brother about it.
�I�ve always had you as my brother,� Itachi replied easily. �Having you as my boss�s son is entirely different.� He licked his lips as an added effect. Sasuke poked him in the chest.
�Pervert.�
Itachi chuckled and grabbed his brother, holding him tightly around the waist. �Mm, perhaps,� he murmured, kissing the top of Sasuke�s head. Sasuke snuggled into Itachi�s suit, inhaling the scent of cologne and musk. He grinned like the spoiled brat he was, knowing that his turn was up next.
The opened the door fifteen minutes later and saw several people on the floor, blood seeping from their noses and files scattered all over the place. Just then, the elevators sounded as the chrome doors slid open, revealing Asuma, Kurenai, and Fugaku.
"Oh my," Kurenai gasped. "What happened here?"
Sasuke gulped and hid behind his brother, who was idly scratching off dried cum from his pant leg.
"I'm calling your mother!" Fugaku yelled, withdrawing his cell phone and using speed dial to contact his wife. Sasuke glared at Itachi's back.
"Not again!" he whined, clutching onto Itachi's jacket. He didn't want another seperation period.
They watched as Fugaku argued with his wife, who was apparently winning the verbal battle. Fugaku gave up and breathed, counting to twenty before hanging up and turning to Itachi. "Did you at least review Orochimaru's report?"
Sasuke ran to get the files albeit awkwardly due to the soreness in his butt and some excess cum trailing down his legs. He returned with the folder, which had some blotches as if some wet had fallen, soaked in, and then had hastily been wiped off. One could imagine the condition the papers were in.
Fugaku sighed. "I need a vacation."

Erm, I know not all parents would be as understanding as Fugaku and Mikoto, but for the sake of my story they're... semi-okay with it. heheheh.
Okay, so Itachi's fantasy wasn't how I planned. My creativity felt like sitting out on this one, but for sure, Sasuke's will be the bombest! I'm not even kidding. I have ideas and well, if you think Sasuke is a slut now, you have no idea what he'll do next chapter. That's a promise.
Onto the bad news next chapter won't be up until... oh, say, NEXT YEAR. But if you're nice, I might just expedite the process. I might have one EXTRA, too!
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