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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: Anyone who is anyone knows that I don't own Naruto....

Rating: NC-17

Pairings: UCHIHACEST
Summary: Brief period in time prior to Welcome to the Mile High Club. Itachi and Sasuke, who have hated each other for a while, resolve their differences, and smex ensues.

Itachi: 15
Sasuke: 10

Warnings: OOC-ness, WAFF, SHOUTA

A/N: Thanks to shirokuroshiro for the idea. I guess there should be some explanation to the Uchihacest. After all, they didn't wake up one morning and decide to have vigorous sex... or did they?

Many many thanks to Allys for beta-ing this chapter. :]

Sasuke poked his head into the study and saw Itachi typing at his laptop in full business mode. He moaned as his cock twitched in his pants (Itachi the Businessman never failed to get his blood boiling), but it wouldn�t do well to get distracted now. He got on his hands and knees and started crawling towards the desk, intending to surprise his brother. It didn�t work in the end because while he was busy hiding in front, watching the left corner, Itachi had snuck up from behind and snatched him about the waist. Sasuke squealed as Itachi turned him on his back and pinned him to the carpet.

�You know better than to bother me while I�m working,� Itachi said, gazing down at Sasuke lustfully. Sasuke felt his body respond.

�No, not really.� He arched his back and raised a knee to rub at Itachi�s groin. Itachi hissed and ground his crotch against it.

�Why are you here? I told you I�d be busy.�

�Yea, but�but our two-year anniversary is coming up.� It was difficult to think, much less talk, when Itachi�s hardening cock was pressed against him. �I, uhn, wanted to ask if we could go to the villa this weekend.�

�Mm, that would be nice. We haven�t been there since our first time.�

�Good,� Sasuke said in finality. He lifted his foot and ran his entire shin along Itachi�s erection. �Now fuck me. We haven�t done it in two days and I�m horny.�

Itachi smirked. He had been meaning to take a break. �As you wish, Princess.�

UCHIHACEST ANTHOLOGY 01:

10 year old Sasuke walked into the kitchen of the Uchiha mansion, his stomach growling for a light snack. He had eaten lunch three hours ago, but he was a growing boy and growing boys needed their fuel, right? He dug through the subzero refrigerator and spotted an apple in the bottom drawers. He pulled one out and sat at the island in the middle of the kitchen to enjoy it.

When he was alone, his thoughts were wont to wander. Most of the time, he would think about how boring life was for him. His father worked tirelessly in a large company and his mother was always with her friends. School was too easy for him, and he was forced to decline any offers to skip a grade. He rarely had any friends, most of his peers being his father�s associate�s children, but he did like a boy named Uzumaki Naruto. They always fought, but worked well together in sports. Other times, he would think about his older brother and why they disliked each other so much.

It hadn�t always been that way. When Sasuke was much younger, he used to follow Itachi like a shadow, until his brother had become frustrated and told him to �get lost.� Itachi was older by five years, and so much smarter. He was a prodigy, a young genius whom Sasuke could never catch up to. They never saw eye-to-eye on things, and Itachi blamed Sasuke�s immaturity. It hurt, a lot, like a thousand knives embedding themselves into his heart. Sometimes, whenever someone asked how his brother was doing, Sasuke felt like saying, �what brother?� He felt like he never had one. Itachi was always busy with advanced work and private tutoring. He should probably feel sorry for him, but he didn�t. People like Itachi � cold, emotionless, and cruel � deserved to be alone.

He heard footsteps behind him and turned, ready to greet his mother, but instead the other person was Itachi. He turned back nonchalantly and bit into his apple. Though his brother was mean, he wasn�t unpleasant to look at. At 15, Itachi was popular with the ladies who fawned over his cool demeanor and self-confidence. He had long, black hair and bangs that fell over the sides of his face, contributing to his mysterious look. As with all Uchiha�s, he had pale skin and pink lips, and though they all had dark eyes, Itachi�s were by far the most exotic and captivating. Sasuke couldn�t fathom how someone could possess the eyes Itachi was born with. They were pitch black and endless, concealing thoughts and emotions perfectly within their depths.

Sasuke was much smaller in stature; even Itachi hadn�t been as small as him at 10 years old. Itachi was a foot taller than him physically, and Sasuke hoped that the growth spurt he�d get once he reached puberty would close the distance, if not make him taller. Sasuke was lithe and almost effeminate, with pouty lips and blue tinted hair. While Itachi was described as �handsome�, Sasuke was �cute� and �adorable.� Sasuke wanted to be neither of those things, but apparently, he was. It annoyed him when adults pinched his cheeks and when girls latched onto his arm, crooning and squealing. He wanted to look like a grown-up like Itachi did. Instead, he was cursed with being �pretty� rather than �masculine.�
The refrigerator opened and Itachi perused its contents. He opened the bottom drawers before closing the appliance entirely. Sasuke nearly jumped when Itachi addressed him.

�Did you take the last apple?� he asked, his voice as smooth as velvet. Sasuke didn�t look at him as he replied, �Yes.� Itachi then walked away.

Their conversations never lasted for more than a minute, the other only speaking when it was absolutely necessary. It pained Sasuke, but he grew accustomed to it. He had accepted the fact that it would probably be like this forever, even after their parents were long dead.

000 000

�There will be a dinner party this weekend,� Mikoto said over supper. She sighed when no reply came from her sons. She looked up at her husband pleadingly. Fugaku shrugged, �What could he do?�, �Ne, Sasuke-kun, Sakura-chan will be there.�

Sasuke resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Ever since he had turned 8, his mother insisted on pushing Sasuke to become good friends with Haruno Sakura, a girl his age who came from a distinguished family. Mikoto had this notion that true love started at a young age. She and her husband had known each other since they were 5. Sasuke wanted to say that he couldn�t stand the pink haired girl, but didn�t have the heart to.

�Great,� he deadpanned. Mikoto smiled, ignoring his tone in favor of that fact that he actually responded.
No one noticed that Itachi�s grip had tightened around his chopsticks.

When Saturday night came around, Sasuke showered and dressed in a white suit his mother had picked out. It was a Black and White party, and she decided that they should all dress in white. She insisted on coming in to help him dress and fix his tie despite his protests.

�Okaasan,� he complained when she tried to tame his hair. The back still stuck up in usual spikes, refusing to stay put under her ministrations. She gave up after a while.

�Sasuke-kun, I really want you to stay with your brother tonight,� she said firmly, �Don�t run off like last time, understand?�

His parents had this rule that both brothers had to stay together at all times during dinner parties, but that was hard to do since Itachi was bent on getting rid of his younger brother. Sasuke had run off at the party three months ago because his brother had told him to stop following him like a stupid lost puppy. He had been so hurt that he cried as he locked himself in a bathroom stall. He wasn�t found until two hours later, just as his parents were about to leave. When questioned on the matter, Itachi had said that Sasuke had asked to use the restroom and never returned. Sasuke had hated him so much for that.

�I�ll try not to,� he promised his beautiful mother, who smiled and kissed him on the forehead.

�Now wait downstairs. I still have to put on the rest of my jewelry.� She left after that. Sasuke complied with what she had said. Unfortunately, Itachi was already downstairs in the living room. Sasuke sat on the couch away from the recliner his older brother was resting on.

Fifteen minutes later, their parents came down. They all left for the party shortly afterwards in a white limo. Sasuke sat next to his parents, leaving Itachi alone on the seat across from them. When they stepped out into the public, he obediently followed Itachi.

The ballroom was nothing short of extravagant, with themed decorations on every wall and on the high ceiling. Fugaku and Mikoto made their rounds to their friends, leaving the two brothers alone. People started to approach Itachi and engage him in conversation. Sasuke went off to the side, where he spotted a redhead his age and a year older brunet. Both boys turned to greet him.
�Good evening, Gaara, Neji-sempai,� Sasuke greeted. Gaara, the redhead with deep green eyes, returned the greeting. Neji shrugged.

�I suppose,� he said, his pale eyes clearly reflecting his boredom.

�Damn, I don�t see why I always have to get dragged along,� Gaara complained, �It�s so fucking lame.�

�Hey, watch your mouth.�

�Fuck you, Hyuuga.�

�Quit whining like a little bitch.�

The two always argued in that fashion, with Sasuke ignoring them until one of them would say something intelligent.

He looked around, seeing many familiar faces. He saw that Itachi was still busy with adults practically twice his age, probably talking about politics and technology. Sasuke used to hate how others had more of Itachi�s time than he did, as if Itachi cared about them more than his own brother, but he learned to let it go. After all, he was just Itachi�s little shadow, the stupid unwanted puppy.

Sakura spotted him and started coming over. Sasuke turned his attention to back his companions, who had stopped bickering and started glaring. He tried to dispel the feeling of dread as he felt Sakura come closer, pink hair and all. Gaara and Neji noticed and started laughing.
�Sasuke-kun!� Sakura called, giving him a hug from behind. Sasuke winced.

�Hello,� he replied. Although she was annoying at school, she was a welcomed distraction at these kinds of parties.

�My parents want to speak with you. Come on.� She greeted Gaara and Neji before pulling Sasuke along.

The next ten minutes were pure hell for Sasuke, who had to look the least bit interested in the Haruno�s and their conversations. He was 10 for goodness sake! Hardly an age to audition for marriage (which he was sure was what was going on right now). Just as he was considering suicide, Itachi joined them and kindly steered Sasuke away, saying that their parents were calling him. Once they were a safe distance away, Sasuke tried to increase his speed to get rid of Itachi, but the hand never left his shoulder.

�Thanks, but you can let go of me now,� he said, turning to glare up at his brother. Itachi returned the glare. He released him with a slight shove before going in the opposite direction. Sasuke stumbled but quickly regained his footing. His brother was fucking insane, and if he hadn�t known any better, he would have said that Itachi looked furious, but Itachi never lost his composure over anything.

At dinner, the Uchiha family sat and ate together. Mikoto noticed the tension between her two sons and had vainly tried to get a conversation going. Itachi insisted on giving monosyllabic replies while Sasuke nodded and continued to pout. The two boys must have argued � again. She didn�t know where she went wrong in raising them. Itachi was too smart and probably had nothing in common with Sasuke, but did that mean that they had to fight all the time?

�Sasuke-kun, I spoke with Sakura-chan�s mother earlier. She�s inviting you to join them for the weekend at their cottage in the countryside. Doesn�t that sound wonderful?�

The youngest Uchiha tried not to look too reluctant as he looked up at his smiling mother. �Okaasan,� he said petulantly, �I don�t want to go.�

�Oh, stop scowling,� Mikoto said fondly, �Your face might stay that way.�
Sasuke�s expression concentrated on his lips instead, increasing his pout�s potency, �Do I have to go?�

�Well, why wouldn�t you?�

�Um�.�

�We were planning on spending the same weekend at the villa.�

All eyes swiveled to Itachi, who met his parents� eyes evenly. Sasuke gaped at his older brother. That was a lie! He wasn�t sure if he should thank him or outright refute the story.

Mikoto�s features immediately lit up, and Fugaku looked pleased. �Saa! That�s wonderful! You should have told me sooner, so I could have had the villa prepared in advance, but that�s alright.� It was obvious that she was resisting the urge to give her sons a bear hug in public.

After the excitement had died, Sasuke glanced up at Itachi, who was eating as if nothing had happened. He supposed he could follow Itachi�s lead and see what would happen. If anything, he could spend a night at Naruto�s house or something. He was sure Itachi would tip the chauffer and maids to keep quiet.

But what confused him the most was why Itachi had said what he did. Last time Sasuke checked, Itachi wanted nothing to do with him � didn�t care about him in the least. So why would Itachi rescue him from the Haruno�s? He should want Sasuke to be tortured and out of his sight for two whole days. Hell, Sasuke would rather choose to stay with the Haruno�s than his older brother any day, if that was the case. Anything was better than Itachi and the way he treated him.

When the social dinner was over, Sasuke and his family returned to the mansion. His parents went straight to their room, leaving him alone with Itachi in the foyer. Itachi checked his watch and turned towards the stairs.
�Wait,� Sasuke said, effectively halting Itachi�s steps, �why did you lie to Otousan and Okaasan?�

Itachi turned and regarded him coolly. �Did you want to go with the Haruno�s?� he asked with a hint of contempt, �I was trying to do you a favor.�

�You�ve never done that before,� Sasuke said quietly, looking at Itachi�s feet. He honestly didn�t know what to make of his �favor�, but nevertheless he was grateful for it. �Thanks� I guess.� He slowly met Itachi�s gaze and watched as the older boy gave a small smile.

�You�re welcome.�

000 000

Their relationship hadn�t gotten better, but it was progressing. Itachi didn�t ignore Sasuke as much, and Sasuke didn�t give attitude whenever his brother asked him a question. They could stand having each other in the same room, and whenever their mother started a conversation, it ended with the two brothers talking like old friends.

Sasuke was beginning to remember the old feelings of admiration he had for Itachi when he was a toddler, before Itachi had started to push him away. One night after dinner, three days before the �planned trip to the villa�, Sasuke let a word slip when addressing Itachi, a word he hadn�t used in years.
�What are we going to do this weekend, Aniki?� As soon as the question left his mouth, Sasuke�s eyes widened and he quickly looked away. He hadn�t meant to say Aniki in the same way that Itachi never called him Otouto. That endearment was long buried under the contempt and hatred he had bred for his brother, but here it was again. He had said it, and he couldn�t take it back. A part of him became emotional at the name, feelings of love rising to the surface. The other part of him, however, was berating him for being so stupid. What had made him say it? A little attention from Itachi and he was a little lovesick puppy again � how pathetic was that? When no immediate response came, Sasuke risked looking up at his brother.

There was an unreadable emotion in Itachi�s eyes, something that could be described as longing, but Sasuke couldn�t know for sure. It was gone in the next moment, leaving Itachi�s expression as cool and impassive as it had once been.

�I�m not sure yet, Sasuke,� was all he said and walked away. Sasuke felt disappointed even though he knew he shouldn�t. What else should he expect from a brother who hated him? Still, something told him that Itachi didn�t hate him as much as he thought. Itachi�s look had told him that.

000 000

�Be sure to call us when you get there,� Mikoto said as her sons loaded the limo with their belongings. �I�ll be home all weekend, and if not, then call my or your father�s cell phone. Lock the doors and always set the security code for the system. Don�t stay out late and if you see anyone remotely suspicious � .�

�We�ll be fine, Okaasan,� Itachi said. Even though he was only 15, he had the brains of a mature adult. �Nothing will happen to me or Sasuke. I�ll make sure of it.� He watched as Sasuke disappeared into the mansion to get something he had forgotten.

She looked at her eldest boy fondly. �I�m so glad you and your brother are finally getting along. Oh, Itachi-kun, remember what I said the other day?�

�I do.�

�He needs you.�

Itachi didn�t reply as Sasuke came rushing out with his last bag, which was his school backpack. Even though they had made sure he had finished his homework, he probably thought it would be better to bring it. Mikoto helped him close the trunk.

�Okaasan, I got it,� he said. His mother smiled.

�Well, I wanted to give you a kiss so you could leave as soon as possible.� And she leaned down and pecked her lips on his forehead. She left him as he was complaining and did the same to Itachi. �Take care, boys, and don�t forget anything!�

They waved at her as they climbed into the sleek limo. The chauffer drove off as soon as he was sure they were ready to go. Sasuke watched his mother until they turned a corner.
He sat in his seat and leaned back, unable to fight the smile that had overcome his boyish features. He hadn�t wanted to admit it, but he was excited. Despite everything that had happened between him and Itachi, he felt that this was an opportunity to set things straight, as opportunity to be brothers again. Maybe Itachi felt the same. Why else would he have suggested this trip, other than to get Sasuke out of spending time with the Haruno�s?

The villa was two hours away, and to pass the time, Sasuke kept sneaking glances at his brother, who had closed his eyes and looked as if he were asleep. It was early Saturday morning. Perhaps Itachi hadn�t gotten enough sleep the night before? Fugaku was having him �intern� at the office, and coupled with college work, Itachi might have been stressed out and exhausted. With that thought in mind Sasuke found himself hating his brother less. Come to think of it, Itachi had mostly started to push him away about the same time their father placed more responsibilities on him.

�You can lay down if you want,� he said quietly, afraid to disturb Itachi too much, �I�ll move to the other side.�

�The seats aren�t that comfortable for my neck,� Itachi replied. �This is fine.�

Sasuke bit his lip, unwilling to give up on making sure that his brother was more comfortable, �Then put your head on my lap. I don�t mind.�

Itachi�s eyes opened slowly and regarded Sasuke for a moment. Sasuke smiled and patted his thighs. Itachi rolled his eyes but moved to lie on his side, his head propped up on Sasuke�s lap. �Your bones are irritating me,� he said with a hint of playfulness. Sasuke scowled.

�Hey, I�m working on it.� But Itachi�s eyes had closed and his breathing evened out. Sasuke�s smile grew. He allowed his hand to rest in Itachi�s hair. His fingers started fiddling with the long, silky strands.

000 000

The villa was two stories tall and white with peach trimmings. It was in the countryside with a small lake in the back where Sasuke had first learned how to swim. There weren�t many trees but there was lush grass everywhere with flowers growing around the perimeter. The place was kept by hired workers and his mother, when she felt like tending to her beloved flowers. Sasuke and Itachi got out of the limo and assisted the chauffer in transferring their bags inside. Once that was done, the driver and the vehicle disappeared on its way back to the mansion.

The sun was high and the breeze felt heavenly. Sasuke wanted to spend the day outside, maybe swim in the lake. He and Itachi entered the villa and dropped their bags off at their respective rooms on the second floor. When Sasuke went downstairs he found Itachi in the kitchen, opening the bento their mother had made for them. He sat at the counter to watch his brother work.

Itachi had elegant, slender hands, the type that played well on the piano. Sasuke looked at his smaller ones and frowned, thinking that he had a lot of growing to do. He often found himself looking at Itachi and finding his own flaws. It was probably why Itachi disliked him so much. Although they were similar in looks, Itachi�s features were stronger and more beautiful. Their father had said that Itachi was the pride of the family, implying both intelligence and physique wise. Sasuke wished he could receive the same praise, but that wasn�t likely to happen soon. Sasuke was still small and far from perfect, unlike his brother, who had been born with everything.

�What�s wrong?� Itachi suddenly asked. Sasuke looked up and saw that the food was already laid out. Itachi had a pair of chopsticks in his hand and was holding out another pair with his other. Sasuke took the offered chopsticks by the very end, careful not to make contact with Itachi.

�Nothing,� he replied quietly. He didn�t feel very hungry anymore.

�Then don�t pout so much.�

Sasuke glared, wanting to say that he didn�t pout, but his lips were sticking out and he instantly fixed them. Itachi chuckled in amusement before grabbing a piece of teriyaki chicken. Sasuke stared at him for a moment. Itachi hardly made any sound akin to mirth, but Itachi would laugh while making fun of him, of course.

After they were done, Sasuke dutifully placed the containers in the sink and washed them. He left the kitchen once he was done, not wanting to stay with Itachi for more than he had to. Itachi remained seated, drinking a steaming cup of green tea.
The water was placid and cool. Sasuke sat on the dock and ran his feet just beneath the surface. He figured that once he got hot enough, he�d dive in. He lounged in his swimming trunks as he basked in the sun. Despite the amount of UV rays he received, he�d always fade back to his pale, milky color after a bout of lobster red. Luckily, he had put on sun screen earlier to prevent any real damage.

Spending time in the villa wasn�t turning out as Sasuke had expected, but then again, he hadn�t expected much. Thinking that they could be brothers again after an entire day was stupid. He and Itachi had had more interaction in the last hour than the last year, excluding the time in the limo. Sasuke remembered lying on Itachi�s lap during long road trips, his long, graceful fingers running through his hair. He unconsciously brought his hand up to fiddle with his bangs. He missed those days. Why did Itachi have to push him away?

Half an hour passed before he decided to cannon ball into the lake. The water rushed over him and swallowed him up into its cool depths, and Sasuke let himself sink before rising up to the surface for a gasp of fresh air. He waded in the water and dove down several times, liking the way the water ran through his hair. When he swam he felt free, alone to do as he wished and to think what he wanted. His father�s expectations wouldn�t smother him. Itachi�s perfection wouldn�t remind him of his shortcomings.

He floated on his back and stared up at the sky, letting the gentle current take him. The clouds flew overhead slowly and took several shapes. Sasuke saw a cat and something that looked like the Eiffel Tower. He smiled. He would like to accompany his parents on their trips to Europe.

Sighing, he dove under and popped back up again. He saw that he was in the middle of the lake, far from any land mass. He began swimming back to the dock and covered half the distance when an awful cramp suddenly spread from his side down to both his legs, paralyzing his thighs and calves. Sasuke gasped in pain as his legs stopped moving, causing him to sink into the water. He flailed his arms and cried out but only succeeded in swallowing mouthfuls of water. He sank farther and farther into the ominous and consuming depths of the lake where even though his eyes were open, he saw nothing but black. Sasuke was drowning, and there were things he still had to do. He still had to hug his mother tightly, to make his father proud, and to tell Itachi that he had never truly hated him.

000 000

But Fate had decided to give him another chance. Air rushed into his lungs and he came to, hacking and sputtering out the water that had entered his lungs. Warm hands turned him onto his side, and Sasuke threw up his lunch as well as a fair amount of the lake. He was left weak and gasping once his stomach decided that it had nothing else to give. His legs still hurt and pain spiked at his side every time he took a breath. Those gentle hands had returned and were patting his back, helping him and taking care of him.
�Sasuke, are you alright now?� Itachi asked. His concerned voice was dim in the ringing of Sasuke�s ears. �Sasuke!�

�I-I�m�� he coughed the phlegm out from his throat and spat it onto the dock. His throat hurt and it was painful for him to speak when he tried again. His body trembled from chill and exhaustion, and he felt extremely light headed. Itachi suddenly scooped him into his arms and held him tight. Sasuke blinked dazedly as Itachi pressed him closer, nearly suffocating him, but unlike the lake, Itachi�s grip on him was warm and secure. �Itachi?� he questioned hoarsely. But the arms around him locked firmly in place.

Sasuke didn�t know how much time had passed � how long he had been sitting in Itachi�s lap as his brother held him. It was as if Itachi didn�t want to let go � was afraid to let go � because Sasuke might slip from his grasp again and never return. Sasuke had to admit that the feeling was nice, but it confused him. Why was Itachi holding onto the annoying lost puppy that kept following him everywhere? Why was he holding the brother he hated?

Itachi was whispering something over and over again, and it sounded much like Sasuke�s name. Now that Sasuke�s hearing had cleared he could make out the desperate, heartbroken voice speaking into his shoulder blade. Sasuke felt his eyes burn with tears, and he didn�t know why. What the hell was wrong with him?

�Niisan?� he questioned softly. His throat burned, and he coughed. He was still shaking, but not as much anymore. It probably had something to do with Itachi�s arms around him.

�Let�s get you inside,� Itachi said. He easily lifted Sasuke and walked into the villa. Sasuke wrapped his arms around Itachi�s neck and snuggled into his soaked chest. Itachi was warm despite the chill of the water dripping down their bodies, and when his brother led him into the bathroom and started a warm bath, Sasuke felt that he didn�t want to let go.

�Th-thank you,� he whispered, shivering slightly. Itachi gently placed him on the rug by the tub and helped him undress. Sasuke blushed as Itachi�s hands touched his skin. They were gentle and swift, never lingering in one spot for too long. He wanted to ask Itachi to hold him again.
�What else was I supposed to do?� Itachi replied, helping him into the tub now filled halfway. Sasuke looked up into Itachi�s beautiful eyes. His lashes were long and thick, making him appear effeminate but he was hardly a girl. Itachi�s best attribute had to be his eyes, and when they weren�t narrowed in a glare or filled with hatred � like they were now � Sasuke couldn�t help but think that Itachi was absolutely breath taking�and very sad.

�I don�t know,� Sasuke said quietly, �Leave me?�

Something akin to pain flashed across Itachi�s face, but Sasuke ignored it in favor of his own depression. Itachi had said he hated him, and had probably wanted him to die. Itachi might have saved him, but the action really didn�t mean much if it hadn�t come from Itachi�s heart.

Itachi suddenly grabbed Sasuke�s chin and tilted his face up to meet his angry gaze. �Don�t ever say that again, Sasuke,� he said, his voice low and serious. Sasuke stared up at him, scared and surprised. �I would never leave you to die. Who do you think I am?�

�I�I�m sorry,� Sasuke murmured. But what was he supposed to think, with the way Itachi had been ignoring him all these years? �I didn�t mean�.�

Itachi held him for a moment longer before letting him go. �Of course you didn�t,� he agreed sarcastically. He stood and walked out of the bathroom, leaving the door ajar. Sasuke bit his lip, his eyes welling with tears. Did Itachi hate him now, hate him even more? He hadn�t meant to make Itachi sound like a murderer � just someone who didn�t care very much about him. All the oxygen that had left his brain had probably done some damage. Sasuke was so stupid. Itachi had saved him, and he was throwing it right back in his face.

000 000

When Sasuke went down to the kitchen, Itachi was preparing a snack. It was already 4 in the afternoon, and although Sasuke wasn�t too fond of food at that moment, his stomach was completely empty and growling for something to digest. He sat at the island and watched Itachi work, his nimble fingers fixing a plate of sandwiches so effortlessly. Once he was finished, Itachi set the plate before Sasuke and sat beside him with a plate of his own. Sasuke said his thanks and gingerly bit into the turkey sandwich.

�How is it?� Itachi asked as Sasuke chewed. Sasuke swallowed and smiled.

�Really good, Aniki.� The name fell from his lips easily. It was the least he could do after what he had happened, but a part of him had been wanting to call Itachi that again for the longest time, before he had accidentally said it a few days ago.

Itachi returned the smile with a small tilt of his lips and started eating. Sasuke followed suit.

Later that evening, they watched a movie in the living room. Sasuke sat curled up against Itachi, concentrating more on the steady heartbeat hidden inside the falling and rising chest than the movie. They used to do this together when they were younger. Sasuke would always ask for five more minutes whenever their parents had told them to get to bed, and Mikoto would give in while Fugaku would sigh and concede, saying that they had better not be late for school the next morning.

�Are you cold?� Itachi asked, wrapping an arm around him. Sasuke shook his head.

�No, I just� miss you,� he confessed, looking down at Itachi�s lap. �We never do this anymore.�

Itachi started rubbing Sasuke�s back, �I know. I�m sorry.�

�Why did you ignore me?� Sasuke asked, looking up at his brother. �Why do you hate me?� He searched Itachi�s eyes for an answer, half thinking that it was useless. Itachi was always guarded, always impassive, but not now, it seemed, and Sasuke was surprised to see love there � a love he had thought Itachi was never capable of feeling for him.
�I�ve never hated you, Sasuke,� Itachi whispered, leaning closer. He stopped when their faces were mere inches apart. �In fact, I love you very much. Too much.�

Sasuke found himself blushing wildly. He could feel Itachi�s warm breath on his face and the look in his eyes made him feel overexposed. He licked his lips nervously and noticed the way Itachi�s gaze followed the movement. �Aniki?�

�Mm?�

�H-how much do you love me?�

Itachi gently cupped Sasuke�s cheek and closed the distance between them. Sasuke�s eyes fluttered closed as his brother�s soft lips met his in a light, innocent kiss. The sensation tickled his lips and sent sparks flying down his spine. Sasuke had seen a fair share of people kiss, and thought horribly of it every time. A boy his age would probably think that kissing was disgusting, but now that he was experiencing it first hand, he didn�t think badly of it anymore. It should feel strange, even wrong to kiss a sibling this way, but Sasuke didn�t feel any of those things. He felt�he felt�.

�It�s getting hot,� he said, pulling back slightly. Sasuke didn�t understand why his body was becoming so warm that it was uncomfortable, as if he was sitting out in the sun or had just finished a race. His breath was coming out in soft pants as well, and his heart was pounding. �Aniki?�

Itachi bit his lip. �Are you alright?� he asked, his voice wavering slightly. Sasuke saw that Itachi�s cheeks were pink, and his lips were very, very red. He reached a hand up to his own and wondered if they were the same color. They were still tingling.

�Yes.�

�Can I kiss you again?� But even as Itachi asked he was leaning in. Sasuke removed his hand and let Itachi�s lips meet his, but instead of a light, feathery touch, this was firmer, hungrier. Sasuke gasped and Itachi�s tongue slipped between his lips, the moist muscle dipping in slightly. Itachi was trembling. Sasuke shyly reached his own tongue out to Itachi�s, his curiosity getting the better of him. He moaned as their tongues brushed, and he leaned in to get more contact, urging his tongue to go out as far as it could. Itachi laid him back on the cushions and kissed him with more passion. He rested on top of Sasuke with their legs resting between each other. Sasuke responded eagerly to Itachi but eventually pushed him away for air.
�Ani�ki,� he whispered breathlessly. His hands had fisted themselves in Itachi�s shirt and he loosened his grasp. His body felt sensitive, especially where his hips were pressed against his Itachi�s right thigh. He shifted and Itachi moaned loudly. Sasuke suddenly noticed the hot bulge grinding against him, and he bent his right leg experimentally, eliciting another moan. His brother�s blush was darker and his breaths were ragged; he almost looked as if he were in pain. Sasuke became worried. �Are you hurt?�

�Sasuke,� Itachi moaned, taking one of the younger�s hands, �I need you to touch me.�

�Where?� Sasuke asked, fascinated by the impossibly black color of Itachi�s half lidded eyes. Itachi slowly brought his hand down between them and placed it on the hard lump between his legs. He pressed Sasuke�s hand against his erection, whimpering softly. Sasuke tried to pull his hand away, the touch was obviously hurting his brother, but Itachi gave him a pleading look. Sasuke stilled his struggling.

�Please, Sasuke,� Itachi begged. He was so close to the edge, and although he wanted to hold out for a while longer, he couldn�t. Sasuke, not understanding what was really going on, experimentally rubbed his hand against him. Itachi hissed and thrust into the touch. �Like�like that,� he encouraged heatedly. Sasuke could feel himself reacting. His body was growing hotter and his groin was tightening. Itachi looked so beautiful, so sexy, and Sasuke stroked the underside with his fingers, adding more pressure at the same time. Itachi gave a sharp cry and started shivering. The bulge in his pants twitched against Sasuke�s hand, which still continued its slow torture. Sasuke thought he had hurt Itachi, but then lips were covering his own and Itachi�s tongue was delving in deep, kissing him passionately. Sasuke brought his hands up to Itachi�s hair to pull the tie free. The long, black strands cascaded over Itachi�s shoulders and encased the brothers in their own, private world.

Itachi pulled back and started lifting Sasuke�s sleep shirt over his head. Sasuke tossed it over the back of the couch as Itachi sat up and started to unbutton his shirt. He kept his eyes on every inch of skin as it was revealed to him. Itachi�s body was defined nicely. He was lithe and toned from swimming constantly in the pool at the mansion. He was so different from Sasuke, so perfect. Sasuke still had his boyish features, not yet reaching puberty, and he suddenly felt insufficient.

But Itachi�s hungry gaze on him argued that Itachi felt differently. Itachi ran his warm hands down the plain of Sasuke�s chest to the slight curve of his waist. His thumbs circled the pale flesh there, making Sasuke feel relaxed and safe. Itachi then bent forward and started a trail of kisses starting from Sasuke�s neck. Sasuke moaned and squirmed as Itachi laved attention to every part of his torso. Itachi nipped and played with his nipples and licked his belly button. By the time he stopped at Sasuke�s sleep shorts, there was an obvious tent protruding from the material. Itachi chuckled and traced along the edges. Sasuke�s hips bucked.

�I always knew you�d be so sensitive, Otouto,� he said huskily, adding an extra seductive note on �otouto�. Sasuke whimpered. All he knew was that he wanted Itachi to touch his arousal with his bare hands. The light, teasing touches were too much for him.

�Please, do something,� he implored, not entirely sure of what that �something� was. His watery, black eyes gazed down at Itachi, who was smirking.

�Alright.� Itachi carefully stretched the elastic waistband of Sasuke�s shorts and slipped the garment off. Sasuke�s small erection stood quivering in the cool air, but it was soon encased in Itachi�s hot mouth. Sasuke cried out and arched his back, wanting to get more of that delicious heat. Itachi ran his tongue along the length and sucked gently at the tip. Sasuke tossed his head back and screamed as his first orgasm ripped through him. He had never experienced anything that had felt so good, so utterly pleasurable that it left him breathless and gasping for air. Itachi released him, slightly disappointed that nothing had come out, but there would be very soon.
�How did that feel?�

Sasuke was too tired to give an immediate response. He just moaned and touched his inner thighs, trying to distract himself from the throbbing in his penis. Itachi slid up and kissed him gently. Sasuke responded slowly.

�Wow, Aniki,� Sasuke whispered once Itachi pulled back. Itachi smiled. �That was amazing.� He really didn�t know what it was, but he didn�t care too much about it at the moment.

�Want something even better?� Itachi asked, sitting back. Sasuke followed his movements with his eyes.

�It gets better?�

�Mm.� The elder brother slipped off his pants and underwear, revealing his wet, erect cock. Sasuke�s eyes instantly fell on the white liquid oozing from the tip.

�What�s that?� Sasuke asked curiously, getting up on his hands and knees to get a better look. He wanted to reach out and touch it, but held back. He looked up at Itachi, who had the same, lustful look in his eyes as before.

�It�s my cum,� he replied, his voice low and sexy. Sasuke glanced down again and watched as more leaked out from the large tip.

� �Cum�?� he questioned softly, blushing. It sounded so obscene. On his own accord, he crawled closer and lowered his head to the tip. He wanted to do what Itachi had done to him. He took the base of Itachi�s thick shaft in his small hand and stroked up to the flaring tip. Itachi groaned and his cum started leaking down the side. Sasuke leaned forward to catch the trail into his mouth. It was salty and potent on his tongue, but he found that he didn�t mind the taste. Maybe it was because it came from Itachi. He licked his lips and sucked at the head, his tongue immediately finding the slit.
�Sasuke!� Itachi cried, half in shock and half in pleasure. He almost came again and had barely restrained himself. Sasuke didn�t seem to have heard him because he continued to suck on Itachi�s cock without a hitch. He had moved from the tip and was running his tongue along the sides. He used his hands to steady himself on Itachi�s thighs, which were quivering slightly. Itachi�s growing moans were encouraging him. He vaguely wondered if Itachi would feel what he had soon.

�That�s�that�s enough,� Itachi said shakily, gently pushing Sasuke�s head away. Sasuke gave one last lick to the wet tip and pulled back. He looked up at Itachi expectantly. Itachi kissed him and told him to stay put. He then disappeared into the kitchen and came back with a bottle of olive oil, looking much like a naked, erotic chef. Sasuke laughed.

�Are you going to cook me and eat me?� he joked.

�Wouldn�t be as fun,� Itachi replied, taking his former seat. He placed the bottle on the coffee table and kissed Sasuke slowly. He maneuvered Sasuke down on his back and bent over him as he ran his hands down Sasuke�s petite frame. Sasuke mewled and arched into the touches, taking pleasure in Itachi�s gentleness. He might have been convinced before that his brother had hated him, but Itachi�s lips and hands were wiping it away, replacing him with the certainty that Itachi loved him, cared about him. The warm, tingling sensation was returning to his lower abdomen and he thrust up into Itachi�s hip.

�I�ll lose it if you keep doing that,� Itachi said, sitting up. He put a throw pillow under Sasuke�s hips to raise them and then reached for the olive oil. He unscrewed the cap and poured a copious amount onto his fingers, disregarding the unprotected couch. �Open yourself for me, Sasuke,� he said as he put the bottle aside. Sasuke blushed but complied. He propped one leg up on the back of the couch and stretched his other leg out to the side, completely opening himself as Itachi had requested. Itachi braced one arm on the cushions as he leaned forward and placed an oiled finger at Sasuke�s entrance.

�Um, Aniki,� Sasuke mumbled uncertainly, his blush darkening. �What�?�

�It�s alright, Otouto. Just relax for me.� Itachi bent down and kissed Sasuke�s neck as he carefully pushed the first finger inside. Sasuke tensed and gasped in pain, and Itachi tried to soothe him with gentle licks. �Go ahead and hold onto me.�

Sasuke wrapped his arms around Itachi�s neck and held on tightly. He tried to concentrate on breathing and relaxing his muscles as Itachi had told him. His nails dug into Itachi�s back as another finger was added. The pain was almost too much, but this was what Itachi wanted. A whimper escaped him before he could stop it.

�You�re so tight,� Itachi hissed, easing in another finger. He thrust his fingers in a slow, steady rhythm, hoping that Sasuke would get accustomed to it soon. Sasuke suddenly moaned and bucked against him. He did it again and Sasuke cried out in intense pleasure. Itachi smirked. �Ah, so you like that?�
�Ngh�Aniki!� Sasuke cried again as Itachi repeated the action. �It feels� so good!�

�Mm, then I�d say you�re about ready.� He pulled his fingers out and aligned himself with Sasuke�s well prepared hole. He slathered the rest of the oil onto his cock and braced his hand on Sasuke�s hip. Their gazes met in a clash of obsidian pools of desire and trust. Itachi pecked Sasuke on the lips. �I love you.�

�I love you, too,� Sasuke replied, brushing Itachi�s bangs back. They fell over his face again, but they didn�t erase what Sasuke had seen of Itachi�s tender expression. He smiled and pushed his hips forward, brushing his entrance against Itachi�s dripping erection. Itachi hissed. �Put it in, Aniki,� he said as seductively as he could. His lust was getting the better of him, making him impatient and wanton. Itachi�s grip on his hip tightened somewhat.

�Greedy Otouto, I�ll give you whatever you want.� Itachi used his free hand to guide his cock into Sasuke�s body. He breeched the tight ring and slowly progressed from there, attentive to Sasuke�s sounds of pain. It took all his will power not to thrust inside and start fucking Sasuke relentlessly, but this was his younger brother�s first time, and despite his increasing lust, he wanted this lovemaking to be slow and gentle. Sasuke was just so damn tight, and it felt like the muscles were beckoning him in deeper.

Sasuke scratched at the armrest over his head in an effort to distract himself from the pain, but as he looked up at Itachi�s face, he felt happy that he was giving his brother so much pleasure. Itachi�s lips were parted and he moaned every time he would inch in a little further. Sasuke wanted to see more, to hear more of Itachi�s pleasure. Once Itachi was fully inside, Sasuke completely relaxed and unconsciously contracted and released his muscles. Itachi gave a soft cry and met Sasuke�s eyes. He bent down and brought both hands to Sasuke�s. Their fingers laced together.

�Wrap your legs around me,� Itachi said breathlessly, already pulling out. Sasuke obeyed, his ankles locking loosely about Itachi�s waist. Air suddenly rushed out of him when Itachi thrust back in, leaving him unable to make any sounds. Itachi was so thick, so hot and pulsating inside of him. Sasuke mewled as Itachi did it again, and at the third thrust, Sasuke cried out in pleasure.

�Ah! Aniki! More�please!� Now that Itachi had found his sweet spot, it was as if Sasuke couldn�t get enough. He wanted more of that mind blowing sensation that left him satisfied yet aching at the same time. He wanted that feeling of completion again, the one that Itachi had given him moments before. �Uhn�right there!� Sasuke moaned, arching his back more. �Aniki, please!�

Itachi�s thrusts became faster and harder at his brother�s request. �So good, Sasuke. So fucking tight!� he moaned, quickly losing himself. How could he not? Sasuke was under him, panting and screaming and begging. Who would have known that Sasuke could be so insatiable? His innocent little brother was actually a demanding, wanton princess in bed. Sasuke so sensitive, so perfect and beautiful in the throes of passion. Itachi had loved him for so long, and now, Sasuke was truly his.
Sasuke came first with a scream, his small erection twitching as he rode out his climax. Itachi groaned and buried himself to the hilt as all his semen came pouring out deep into his brother. He pumped his hips several times to empty himself before pulling out completely. Sasuke�s legs relaxed and fell open, inadvertently giving Itachi a view of his red pucker quivering and oozing out cum. Itachi looked up at his brother. Sasuke�s lashes were lowered, slightly obscuring the satisfied gleam in his dark eyes. They kissed languidly.

�Aniki, something�s leaking out of me,� Sasuke complained, pushing Itachi away. Itachi laughed and brought a hand down to Sasuke�s wet entrance. Sasuke bit his lip and whined.

�You mean this?� Itachi gently poked the tip of his finger inside.

�Stop! That�s gross.� But despite his protests, he still squirmed into the touch.

�Mm, I don�t think so.� Itachi withdrew and slid the pillow out from Sasuke�s hips. The younger boy gasped in pain. �Sorry. You�ll be sore for a while,� he said apologetically. Sasuke grinned.

�That�s okay because I love you.� Sasuke thought he saw Itachi�s eyes shimmer with tears, but they were quickly blinked away. Itachi nestled against Sasuke�s side and placed a protective arm over his waist.

�Sleep now, Sasuke,� he said quietly. Sasuke needed no further encouragement.

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Itachi must have moved them to the bed because when Sasuke woke up, he was cradled in Itachi�s arms with a soft, feather down quilt thrown over them. It hurt his lower half to move, so he remained where he was. He watched Itachi as he slept, his impassive expression giving way to peace. Sasuke realized that although they had a good relationship as brothers many years ago, he wouldn�t trade what they had now for anything. Itachi had said he loved him and had proceeded to show him just how much. What they had done together was surely only done between two people deeply in love. He knew that their love had surpassed the bond between brothers.

They woke up together an hour later, and after a nice, long shower, they began packing their things. Sasuke passed by the couch and blushed at the dark spots on the middle cushion, obviously from the olive oil. He found Itachi in the kitchen and dragged him out.

�Look what you did!�

�Don�t worry about it, Otouto. We�ll replace it later.�

Sasuke looked completely crestfallen. �But�.�

Itachi smirked and bent down to Sasuke�s level. �Don�t tell me you want to keep it.� At Sasuke�s apparent embarrassment, he laughed. �We can make new memories elsewhere. How about the kitchen table?�

�Pervert!� Sasuke cried, pulling Itachi�s hair. Itachi growled and chased Sasuke around the house.

Sorry that I couldn't make young Sasuke as whorish as he is now. kukuku. Trust me, I had a difficult time NOT making Sasuke scream, "Yeah fuck me, Itachi! Fuck me good and hard with your thick cock, you son of a bitch!" hahah. riiiiight. I bet some of you are thinking, �They�ve only been screwing for two years?� but Uchihacest + 2 years = many first sex themes. Such as Itachi first realizing that Sasuke is a total whore :3

Ah, who am I kidding? I�ll probably croak before the WMHC series ends�.

Hope you enjoyed it! Thanks so much for reading.
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