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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 hints of GaaraxNaruto

Summary: Itachi and Sasuke haven't been very close despite the fact that they're brothers. However, that all changes when Sasuke runs into some trouble at a nightclub and Itachi has to pick him up.

some OoC-ness.

Umm... so I've been dead for a while and I looked in My Documents and found this, practically finished but never published. I just polished it up a little, but please bear with any errors you come across. I think I've forgotten how to write....

Extra 02: Two Pills of Sugar

�I�m going out tonight.�
Itachi was in his study, typing at his laptop when his younger brother poked his head in and interrupted him. Sasuke, who was now 17, was �going out� more than often lately. Itachi remembered a time when Sasuke had preferred to stay home and bother his aniki than spend time with his friends. When did his reclusive albeit popular sibling get friends, anyway? He nodded absently.
�Don�t stay out too late,� he said, focusing back on his work. Someone had to review the day�s paperwork, after all. �With whom are you going?�
�Couple of people.� Sasuke was quick to reply, and the ambiguity of it slightly upset Itachi, who liked specific answers to his questions, but Itachi wasn�t going to ask him to elaborate. It was better that way, but for all he knew, Sasuke could be secretly doing drugs or tagging bus stops. Both scenarios were highly unlikely, but Itachi couldn�t even be sure of that. This just proved how little Itachi knew of Sasuke and what he did on his late night escapades.
�Hn.� It was a similarly equivocal reply, but they both knew its meaning.
Sasuke remained at the entryway for a moment longer before retreating and closing the door softly behind him. It was then that Itachi paused his writing and sat back in his chair. As he stretched, he thought about how much different Sasuke had become since their parents had died and Itachi was forced to take over the family business (he was going to, anyway). He and Sasuke had spent less time together when they really had no time to begin with. Itachi was a prodigy beyond his years who had been burdened with responsibilities since he was 8. Sasuke was five years younger and quite brilliant, too, but he maintained the quality of youth that Itachi had forgone a long time ago; because of that, they really had nothing in common, but Sasuke had always wanted to spend time with his brother regardless. Itachi sometimes wondered where that brother complex had gone.
His cell phone suddenly rang on his desk, the vibration causing it to move slightly across the surface. Itachi looked at the caller ID and took the device. He flipped it open with a weary sigh.

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Itachi glanced at the clock. He could have sworn it was 11:30 ten minutes ago. He rubbed the bridge of his nose and caught himself looking at the clock again. 11:31. Hadn�t he established Sasuke�s weeknight curfew to 11pm? And wasn�t Sasuke supposed to check in with him as soon as he came home? Itachi hadn�t heard a car pull up in the driveway or the front door opening. Picking up his cell phone looked really tempting, but he refused to show that he was seriously concerned.
Perhaps the other main reason why their brotherly relationship was failing recently was due to pride. Itachi had never had a reason to really care about anyone before, but it couldn�t be helped where Sasuke was concerned, and he hated showing that he cared. For five years Itachi was forced to take care of Sasuke, but even before then he had the innate urge to make sure Sasuke was safe and wanted for nothing. Maybe Itachi wasn�t there for Sasuke physically and emotionally, but there were the subtle little favors Itachi did for him; they just couldn�t remember them. Affection meant weakness, and Itachi was not weak.
However, that didn�t account to the feelings of jealousy he often felt. Itachi was a possessive by nature; he had to be in order to remain the CEO of one of Japan�s top corporations, but when others occupied Sasuke�s time Itachi couldn�t help feeling upset. Last time he checked, Sasuke was his brother and he should only want to spend time with him. Itachi didn�t want to admit it but he knew he�d dread the day when Sasuke would find a lover. Itachi had several of his own � passing fancies with women to keep his board and the media satisfied, but they were all substitutes for� to fill his longing for�.
He sighed. Could he be any more pathetic?
His phone rang again, this time with a distinct tune assigned to his brother�s phone. He ignored how fast he was in answering the call.
�Where are you?�
There was background music which Itachi vaguely classified as loud, obnoxious, and deafening. He figured the piano instructor he had hired for Sasuke would have taught him to have better tastes.
//�He-hello? Is this Sasuke�s brother?�// a voice cried, causing Itachi to pull the receiver from his ear. //�Can you hear me?�//
�Yes, what is it?� Itachi snapped, impatient and slightly worried. If something had happened�.
//�This is Naruto. Sasuke�s friend. Can you�um�can you pick him up?�// The boy sounded mildly terrified, and Itachi was sure to remember to make him horribly terrified as soon as he saw him, granted Sasuke was still in one piece. If something serious happened, then he�d make sure this �Naruto� never saw daylight ever again.
�Where?�

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Itachi never would have thought Sasuke would be club. He didn�t know how Sasuke and his friends got in, but he was going to find out. He wasn�t sure if he should sue the place for letting Sasuke in or making the owners suffer by putting them out of business, and until he found out who had compelled Sasuke to go there his death list shall temporarily be left blank.
He parked at an available space across the street before entering Club Tsuzuku, walking past the long line and the bouncers at the doors. The music thundered in his ears and the strobe made his eyes hurt as they flashed rapidly in the dark. There were moving bodies everywhere so much so that Itachi could barely discern where the �table to the left of the bar� was. The bar was in the center, a bright beacon of liquor and shot glasses. Itachi went to the left, ignoring the brushes of interested hands on his body. He barely had time to change before he was out the door, therefore he was left in black slacks and a red dress shirt.
Sasuke was sitting at a table, a girl whispering into his ear as he stared at her ample chest. The familiar flare of anger swept through him as he watched as the girl pulled back and leaned in for a kiss. Sasuke seemed helpless and almost willing. Itachi went over to the couple and gently pushed Sasuke back with a hand on his shoulder. The girl looked up and was about to protest when she saw Itachi, her eyes going from anger to lust. Itachi ignored her and focused on Sasuke, who looked up in surprise.
�A-aniki!� he said. �What�?�
A blonde came over at that moment with a redhead in tow, the latter of whom Itachi recognized. He instantly knew who the perpetrator for all this was.
�Ah, you must be Itachi-san,� the blonde said nervously. Itachi glared.
�Who are you?�
�I�m Naruto,� the blonde replied over the music.
Itachi stored that little piece of information for later. He took Sasuke by the wrist and guided him to his feet. The younger male made a sound in protest, but it was nearly indiscernible in the loud club. �I will deal with you later, Subaku,� he said to the redhead. The redhead shrugged nonchalantly, but he seemed rather amused by the whole situation.
�I look forward to it, Itachi-san.�
Itachi disliked the youngest Subaku�s arrogant attitude, but knew he couldn�t do much about it. After all, his father was a very influential man and getting on his bad side wouldn�t be convenient. Itachi instead guided Sasuke through the overly friendly masses and out of the club. Sasuke didn�t say anything as he was practically dragged to the black Jaguar across the street and pushed into the passenger side. Itachi slammed the door and entered next to him behind the wheel, also slamming the door as he closed it.
They sat in silence for a while. Not even a glance passed between them. As soon as Itachi was convinced that Sasuke had sobered a little, he started the engine and began driving them to their residence. It wasn�t in Itachi�s nature to give lectures about how careless Sasuke had been to go out and drink at a club when he was underage, and it also wasn�t in his nature to become so furious as to consider locking Sasuke in his room until he turned 30 (if Sasuke would even live for that long, in case he pulled another idiotic stunt). A normal Itachi wouldn�t have cared. A normal Itachi would have stayed in his study, finishing that small pile that still awaited his review.
�Aniki�.� Sasuke sounded so small and cute, yet his voice was husky from the alcohol at the same time. Itachi hated how his resolve could crumble at such a voice.
�Don�t �aniki� me, Sasuke,� he snapped. Sasuke paused. Itachi glanced at him from the corner of his eyes and saw a flash of hurt and rejection. He couldn�t help but think that it served the boy right to feel so unloved.
�Oniisan,� he started again, �I�.� He suddenly looked away, reminding Itachi of a younger Sasuke who had felt so ashamed for breaking their mother�s antique vase. He didn�t say any more after that, and Itachi drove without a word.
He pulled up to their driveway instead of going into the garage and turned off the car. Without anything else to break the silence, Itachi could hear Sasuke breathe. His breaths were coming out in soft, but ragged puffs of air through his mouth, and for a moment Itachi grew concerned.
�How much did you have to drink?� he asked, looking at his brother. The lights from lampposts allowed him to see Sasuke clearly for the first time, as he hadn�t been able to in the club or outside prior to their journey home. Sasuke�s pupils were dilated, but it was almost too hard to tell since Uchiha�s naturally had dark eyes. He had a bright flush on his cheeks, and his lips were red and glistening.
�Not much. Gaara bought them.�
�Hn. Was there anything else?� Itachi asked.
Sasuke�s fists tightened on his jeans. �It�s really hot. It�s like I�.� He shifted and made a soft, whining noise. �It hurts, aniki.�
Itachi looked over his brother�s shivering form. �Where?� Sasuke seemed perfectly normal to him, but then Sasuke took his hand in his warm grip and guided it to the area between his legs. Sasuke spread himself wider as he placed Itachi�s hand over the hot bulge hidden in his jeans. He moaned and arched his back, his cock twitching and swelling further.
Itachi remained unresponsive until Sasuke lifted his hand and started licking each finger as if it was the most delectable dessert in the entire world. His perfect, luscious mouth sucked in every digit and a hot tongue would coat it heavily with saliva. Sasuke�s other hand went down to fumble with the buttons of his jeans, moaning occasionally when he would apply too much pressure. Itachi watched, transfixed, as Sasuke freed himself with a sigh of relief and place Itachi�s moistened hand on his throbbing dick.
Sasuke covered Itachi�s hand in his and started pumping. It was slow, tentative, almost, but Itachi was sure Sasuke was just teasing himself if the facial expressions and the whimpers where anything to go by. His younger brother looked as if on the brink of agony and bliss at the same time. Sasuke�s breaths were ragged and short, and his entire body was trembling with desire. Itachi tightened his grip on his own accord and flicked his wrist. Sasuke screamed and came all over the glove compartment, his white essence streaming in rivulets down the black leather. He slumped back in his seat, panting as he enjoyed the wake of his orgasm. He turned to Itachi just in time to see him lick his cum-covered hand.
�Hm, that was certainly a surprise,� Itachi murmured, delighting in the taste of his brother. He saw that Sasuke�s cock was half hard already and smirked. �I see you want more.�
Sasuke definitely wasn�t being himself, and neither was Itachi, really, who was suddenly very hungry for sex. For a while Itachi had thought about what his brother would look like in the throes of passion � if he would be sensitive or loud enough to wake the dead. Turns out that Sasuke was a little bit of both, and Itachi had done nothing more than stroke Sasuke�s cock a few times. Those reactions had done nothing more than whet Itachi�s powerful appetite.
The younger Uchiha nodded weakly and leaned across the consol between them to partake in Itachi�s reward. His shy but bold tongue darted out to the back Itachi�s wrist where his cum was slowly trailing downward. He licked up to the middle finger, which Itachi was currently working on, and their tongues met. Sasuke moaned at the spark that had ignited at their point of contact, and before he knew it Itachi moved his hand away and crushed Sasuke�s lips with his. The kiss wasn�t gentle or sweet, but hard and passionate. Itachi poured all his sexual frustration and desire into it, making Sasuke feel just how much he had tormented his older brother in the last five years. Yes, five, because every night since Sasuke had reached puberty Itachi had been having wet dreams without reprieve.
Sasuke whimpered and tried to respond with the same amount of fervor but couldn�t do anything when he was so overwhelmed with pleasure. His head was spinning, and his body was getting hot again, and his penis was throbbing once more for his brother�s touch. Itachi released him and touched the skin underneath his shirt with both hands. Sasuke opened his eyes and looked straight into Itachi�s dark, lustful ones.
�Sit back in your seat,� Itachi whispered, caressing Sasuke�s chest before pulling his hands away. Sasuke shivered as he returned to his seat. Itachi crawled over him next, carefully kneeling over Sasuke and reaching under the chair for a lever. As he pulled on it the back of the chair fell onto the back seats. Sasuke, unprepared, fell back as well, a sound of surprise leaving his throat.
The interior soon became moist with their exertions. Itachi had pulled off Sasuke�s shoes, pants, and underwear, all of which were thrown on the driver�s side. He was currently pulling off Sasuke�s shirt and using it to trap Sasuke�s wrists together. Sasuke protested, but his struggles were weak and half hearted. His body was hot and flushed; his erection hard and leaking with want of Itachi�s touch, and Itachi knew it. The older Uchiha deliberately teased his brother�s nipples, by pinching, nipping, and licking them; he ran his nails down the white skin until there were red lines in his wake. Itachi kissed every inch of flesh within his reach until Sasuke was delirious and incoherent with lust.
�Aniki�please! Make me come�.� Sasuke said, writhing as Itachi rubbed at his hips. His cock pulsed when Itachi blew onto it, as if it knew it was so close to being engulfed by that sweet heat. Itachi smirked and spread Sasuke�s legs wider. He lifted his brother�s hips and licked at his perineum. He pressed the tip of his tongue against the slick skin before moving lower to Sasuke�s entrance. Sasuke cried out as he felt the tip push into him and thrust his hips against Itachi�s mouth.
Itachi smirked as he sat up and just looked at Sasuke. The younger male�s legs were sprawled and wet in between with saliva and cum. His chest heaved with each ragged breath, where there were hickeys and two erect nipples red and begging for more attention. His face, however, was the most erotic. His moist lips were parted seductively, their color matching those of his cheeks. His eyes were dark and half-lidded with pleasure; Itachi could read in them the need Sasuke felt to be fucked good and hard. Itachi was going to give him everything and more, of course, because he needed it, too.
He carefully climbed up Sasuke�s body until he was kneeling on the seats in the back and straddling Sasuke�s face. He held Sasuke�s bound wrists down with one hand and used to other to unbutton his slacks. �Get me wet first, otouto,� he ordered huskily. �Put as much in your mouth as you can.�
It wasn�t going to be easy, and Itachi reveled in the brief look of intimidation on Sasuke�s face as he gazed at Itachi�s thick erection. Itachi helped by taking his arousal in hand and guiding the tip into Sasuke�s parted lips. Sasuke tentatively licked at the head. He moaned, suddenly, as he got a taste of his brother. The precum leaking from the tip was warm and had a strong taste to it, but Sasuke found that he rather liked it. He locked eyes with Itachi as he took more into his mouth, this time sucking and moving his tongue around. Itachi whispered something in approval but the bound teen couldn�t hear it. Sasuke made sure to get the sides wet and to suck it in intervals. He wanted to reach out to pump the hard piece of flesh, to feel it in his hands and watch more of his milky treasure leak through the slit.
�Good, Sasuke,� Itachi murmured, thrusting gently. He released his hold on his erection to pet his brother�s hair. Sasuke made a sound of contentment in the back of his throat. Itachi groaned at the vibrations on his cock and pushed in a little deeper. Sasuke accepted him willingly.
Several thrusts later Itachi pulled out, satisfied with how wet Sasuke had made him. Sasuke gasped for air as Itachi resumed his former position, this time wrapping Sasuke�s legs around his waist. He bent down to give Sasuke a long, deep kiss as he slowly entered him without further preparation.
They mutually broke apart as Sasuke cried out in pain and as Itachi gasped at the intensity of Sasuke�s body. It was almost too painful for him to go all the way, and he wondered if Sasuke hurt more than he did, or if it was the other way around. The heat and tightness of Sasuke�s passage was overwhelming; it was like he was being sucked in and squeezed for his cum. And Sasuke� Sasuke was so fucking sexy with the way he mewled and tossed his head back in bittersweet pleasure. Itachi just wanted to force himself inside and violate Sasuke�s body over and over again.
�Quit moving so much,� Itachi ground out through clenched teeth. He hung his head as he continued to slowly push inside, trying to get himself to the hilt before he spent himself too soon. His body was feverish, and he knew had broken out in a flush comparable to Sasuke�s.
Sasuke moaned low in his throat. �You�re throbbing inside me,� he gasped, shifting his hips. He heard Itachi curse and felt his opening stretch more at the sudden thrust that came next. �Ah! Aniki!�
Itachi forced himself inside until he was fully pressed against Sasuke�s ass. �Then don�t�say those kinds of things� Sasssuke.� The name left his lips in a breathless whisper, and Sasuke then realized that Itachi wanted this more than he did, if not more.
�Please.�
Itachi braced one elbow by Sasuke�s head and used the other to spread Sasuke wider by hooking it under his right knee. Sasuke�s back arched as Itachi sank in impossibly deeper, hitting a spot inside him that made his body jerk with intense pleasure. Itachi smirked and pulled out a little before pushing roughly back inside. Sasuke screamed.
�Stop! It�s� it�s too� Ah!. Aniki! Hah.� Itachi started a fast rhythm, determined to continue hitting that spot and making his brother make more obscene sounds along with the slick noises of his cock sliding in and out of Sasuke�s wet passage.
�Stop what?� He asked coolly, pulling nearly all the way out and pausing (but not without great difficulty). Sasuke whined. �You want me to stop fucking you, otouto?�
�N-no.� Sasuke bit his lip and tried thrusting himself against his brother, but Itachi pulled out just enough to keep him from getting anything more. �Aniki�.�
Itachi pushed in an inch and delighted in the way Sasuke panted with lust and frustration, trying to glare but failing miserably. �Tell me what you want.�
Sasuke fixed Itachi with the most wanton look he could muster, which didn�t take much effort considering his current state. His face was so prettily flushed, like a whore on an aphrodisiac; his entire body was spread like an erotic gourmet for high paying customers; and his eyes, so dark with long lashes, exposed every bit of desire he had for his brother � the lust and want he had been harboring for years.
�I want you to fuck me, aniki,� he said through pliant, red lips. �I want your cock to pump deep into me until I can�t see straight. I want you to take your pleasure by using my body until you come deep inside me and mark me as yours�.�
All the while, Itachi was panting, growing more aroused with every depraved word Sasuke uttered. His erection, now harder than it had ever been, was pulsating with need, and it didn�t help that Sasuke was tightening around him, as if deliberately trying to make Itachi lose all semblance of control.
�I�ll fuck you all right,� Itachi promised huskily, thrusting in one quick, smooth stroke. Sasuke groaned loudly, his back arching like a bow. He pulled out. �And you will be mine.� In. �I�ll give you pleasure you have never,� Out. �Ever.� In. �Known!�
And Sasuke was soon weeping and screaming as Itachi fulfilled his promises. They kissed, bit, and licked at each other like wild, rutting animals claiming and taking. Sasuke came quickly without Itachi even touching him, his semen shooting everywhere between them, and Itachi pulled out and flipped him over, so that he was face down on the seat and started thrusting into him again and again.
�Ah�a-aniki!� Sasuke cried. He was so hot and everything felt so good that he could barely breathe, let alone speak. �S-slow down�. please,� he begged. If Itachi kept this pace up, Sasuke would come again too soon; he can�t last for long, not with Itachi pounding into him so frantically, almost desperately. �Aniki!�
�This is� all your fault,� Itachi replied, thrusting harder and faster as his climax approached. Sasuke�s body was so tight and splayed out beautifully and wantonly just for him. The way Sasuke writhed and begged and screamed were driving him crazy, and he felt as if he couldn�t get enough. Even though white hot pleasure rushed through his body with every thrust, he felt the need for more.
Itachi let out a deep groan low in his throat as he came. His thick, creamy semen escaped from Sasuke�s entrance as he kept a steady pace, his cock still rock solid and swollen as it continued to spear into Sasuke.
�Please!� Sasuke cried, his ass burning and his arousal painful, but the sound of Itachi reaching his peak had turned him on like nothing else, and soon he was pleading for something else entirely. �Oh!�. Aniki, touch me!�
Itachi chuckled and nipped at Sasuke�s ear. �Alright,� he whispered huskily, thrusting slow and deep. Sasuke rocked forward along the seat, whimpering and grasping tightly onto the slick leather. Bracing himself with his right hand he reached his left hand underneath Sasuke to pull at his hard, weeping cock. Sasuke wailed as he came, his cum spurting loudly against the seat. Itachi growled and began fucking Sasuke again. His cock drove into Sasuke�s tight, slick channel possessively and greedily, ignoring pleas to stop. He extracted his hand from Sasuke�s half-hard penis and inserted two fingers into the boy�s mouth. Sasuke sucked on the digits immediately, his tongue snaking out to taste and collect every bit of cum it could. Itachi groaned as he buried himself as deep as he could go and released his heavy load. Sasuke�s body drank in everything and milked Itachi until he pulled out, satiated. Sasuke whimpered and moved his mouth from his brother�s fingers.
Sasuke collapsed onto the seat, his consciousness slowly fading. Itachi gently turned his head for a kiss, and their lips melded together perfectly for several moments. Itachi savored the taste of his brother. Sasuke�s body was the long-awaited fruit he had dreamt of devouring every night, and once he got the flavor of it he knew he would never get enough. He pulled away and brushed damp bangs from his brother�s dazed eyes.
�How do you feel?� he asked, smirking. Sasuke looked as if he had been fucked to an inch of his life. His skin was flushed and mostly covered with cum. Itachi licked his lips. In a few minutes he�d be up for another round, but he didn�t think Sasuke would appreciate that.
�Better,� the younger replied, wincing slightly as he shifted his legs. Itachi moved to return to his seat, worried that he was bringing Sasuke more discomfort, but Sasuke hooked his bound hands over Itachi�s neck. �Don�t leave!�
�I won�t, Otouto.� He carefully began to extract himself from between Sasuke�s legs and crawled over the center consol to the driver�s seat. Sasuke whimpered and let go of him. Itachi frowned as his dress shirt clung to his skin and was suddenly aware of how hot and stifling it was in there. He unbuttoned his shirt and took it off.
�Aniki,� Sasuke said quietly. Itachi reclined his seat back slightly and threw an arm over his eyes.
�Hm?�
Sasuke watched at his brother for a minute then smiled to himself. �Nevermind.�

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As promised, Itachi appeared at the doorstep of the Subaku mansion. He was let in by a butler and waited rather impatiently in the foyer. Gaara came down a few minutes later, hair mussed and dressed in a robe. It was noon and the boy was still sleeping?
�Itachi-san,� Gaara greeted with a smirk.
�What did you give my brother last night?� Itachi wasn�t upset, to be honest. He had deduced from Sasuke�s symptoms last night that he had taken some kind of drug, and he knew that if anyone would be the one to give Sasuke drugs, it would be Gaara.
The redhead tilted his head innocently. �What do you mean? I didn�t give him anything, unless�.� His smirk grew and Itachi found himself fighting hard not to blush. The knowing glint in Gaara�s eyes was making him feel like Gaara could peer into his memories and see for himself what had happened between him and Sasuke. �So, he finally did it, huh?�
�Just tell me what you gave him!�
�I didn�t give him anything, Itachi-san. Just some alcohol and two pills of sugar that I said were aphrodisiacs.� At Itachi�s shocked expression, he elaborated. �I like your brother and everything, but he sulks too damn much. I just said I could give him something to lift his mood and possibly help to get you to lay him.�
The information finally sunk in. �What?� Itachi practically yelled. "Aphrodisiacs?" Help get him to lay Sasuke?!
�Hey, Naruto�s still sleeping. And as I said, they were just two pills of sugar. I wasn't about to give him the real thing. Did you see how he reacted with just alcohol?� Gaara chuckled.
Itachi resisted the urge to keep his hands to himself, but despite his anger, he found the situation rather funny as well."Gaara, you�re too much, and if you weren�t a judge�s son I�d strangle you.�
�And for someone so fucking hot, you�re retarded. Now if you�ll excuse me,� he said as Itachi opened his mouth to reply, �my foxboy should be waking up soon. See you at the next charity event, Itachi-san.� With that, Gaara turned and left.
Itachi shook his head. Two pills made of sugar and alcohol? He really did have a foolish little brother.

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�Why did you call me here all of a sudden?� Sasuke asked meekly as he shut the door behind him. Since last night, he had been hesitant to meet Itachi�s gaze. Breakfast had been much too awkward for either them, and it had forced Sasuke to leave before he could even finish his French toast. Itachi sitting casually and reading the paper as if nothing had happened had hurt him too much.
�Look at me.�
Sasuke did so slowly, raising his eyes to meet those of his older brother. Itachi seemed rather pensive and that made Sasuke nervous. Whenever the gears in Itachi's head started turning, he managed to stumble across more information than was necessary. Itachi relaxed into his seat with what sounded like a resigned sigh and stood up. He slowly, almost carefully, approached Sasuke until he was but a foot away from him. Sasuke held his breath as Itachi started to speak.
�I�m sorry I didn�t tell you this before, Otouto, but�.� Itachi gave him a small, sincere smile and touched his cheek. �I love you very much. And as for what we did last night�I wouldn�t mind doing it again.�
Sasuke gave a soft cry and closed the little distance between them to connect their lips together. Itachi responded to Sasuke�s deep kiss and was soon becoming consumed by it until Sasuke pulled away.
�Aniki�. I love you so much, I ��
�And just how much, Otouto?� Itachi asked teasingly, running his hands along Sasuke�s sides. Sasuke blushed as those hands moved around to cup his ass and pull him forward. Itachi arched a brow when he realized that Sasuke was already hard. �Really, Sasuke, you�re worse than I thought.�
�Shut up.� Sasuke reached up and pulled Itachi�s head down for another passionate kiss. Itachi pretty much forgot what he was going to say next.
Oh yeah, he was going to tell Sasuke that if he wanted something from his Aniki, all he had to do was ask for it.

Hi again! As I said, I've been dead.... Umm, but I've been spotted lurking around AFF and I felt guilty for not posting anything in such a long time. For one, MHC is far from being complete. Well, that's a lie. There are probably a few more chapters relevant to the main MHC plot before its done, but I was just going to put up random Uchihacest oneshots here. I also wanted to do one more multichapter story.
My sincerest apologies to anyone who really likes my stories!! And I thank everyone for reading. I'm not worthy!
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