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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 has to go on a business trip, leaving Sasuke yearning for him.

Major ooc-ness, some WAFF, UN-BETA'D,

Every quarter, Uchiha Fugaku would go to the US to check up on the main branch of his company there. His visiting times often varied between a week to a month, and when a new product was about to launch, he would stay there for almost two months. Sometimes, his family would accompany him on these trips. Other times, though rare, it was just him and Itachi. It was currently one of those �other times.�
�I need to you to be ready to leave by 7pm tonight, Itachi,� Fugaku said during dinner. Itachi�s grip on his chopsticks loosened and Sasuke almost choked on his food. The younger Uchiha heir started coughing. Mikoto reached over and rubbed his back comfortingly.
�I understand,� Itachi replied, nonplussed. �How long will we be gone?�
�A month, at the most. I�ve already made arrangements.�
Sasuke eventually calmed down and downed the rest of his water. He glanced up at Itachi who had resumed eating as if nothing had happened and felt his heart breaking. He hated it whenever their father would tell Itachi to pack last minute, as if he didn�t have the decency to let his eldest son know a day in advance, but it wasn�t like Fugaku could really be blamed. Sometimes things just came up and would require his immediate attention overseas. Sasuke just wished that he could give Itachi more than two hours to get ready. How were he and Itachi supposed to have time for a quickie? Usually, when Itachi was pressed for time concerning business, nothing else was on his mind. He triple checked his possessions, making sure that he wouldn�t forget anything, and if Sasuke nagged him for sex during that time, he would kick his younger brother out of his room and turn the lock.
After dinner Sasuke followed Itachi straight up to his room without a word. He leaned back against the closed door as he watched Itachi take out a huge suitcase and start to fill it up with clothes and traveling cases filled with toiletries. He wanted to say something, mostly to complain, but Itachi looked just as unhappy with the situation as he felt. His brother moved from his dresser to his suitcase on the bed in fluid movements, and Sasuke couldn�t help but smile. Itachi was always quick and efficient in everything that he did.
�Aniki�.�
�Not right now,� Itachi said absently, hunched over his suitcase. Sasuke tried not to feel so put off.
�You don�t even know what I want.�
Itachi actually stopped to glance up at him, a thin eyebrow arched up questioningly. �Are you serious?� he stated more than asked. Sasuke found himself blushing. Having proved his point, Itachi returned to organizing his suitcase.
Sasuke felt indignant at the accusation, though he knew he really had no right to be, but damn it, Itachi must want it, too! A month was such a long time, and Sasuke couldn�t imagine�. He couldn�t even last a week! He got some satisfaction knowing that Itachi would have a more difficult time, but Itachi could usually control himself if he was swamped with work. Sasuke, on the other hand, didn�t have anything to distract him. School did little to gain all of his attention, and instead of focusing on geometric formulas, he�d be thinking about Itachi bending him over his desk and smacking his ass red with a ruler.
�Sasuke, can you hand me my brush?� Itachi asked, mentally ticking off the list of items he needed. Sasuke blinked and went over the bedside table to get Itachi�s requested object. He leaned over the bed to hand it to Itachi, who reached out to grab it. Sasuke pulled his hand away so that his brother took a handful of air. He smirked as Itachi�s impatient eyes narrowed in on him. �Sasuke,� he warned.
�Aniki, come and get it.� Sasuke straightened so that he was even farther away from Itachi, the queen sized bed being their barrier.
�Give it to me,� Itachi said firmly. Sasuke ignored him and started brushing his bangs with it, frowning at the mild tangles. He was therefore unprepared for the hands that shot out at him and pulled him over the bed. He fell on the black quilt with an �oof,� and the brush tumbled out of his grasp. He looked up to see Itachi kneeling on the edge of the bed, a dangerous expression on his face. Sasuke �eep�-ed and tried to get up, but Itachi snatched one of his wrists, leaving him kneeling precariously on the bed. He used his free hand to hold onto Itachi�s arm to keep from falling again.
�You�re lucky I�m in a hurry, Otouto, or I would punish you properly.� Itachi tossed his hairbrush into his suitcase beside him. Sasuke watched him, his heart pounding wildly in his chest. He was sure that Itachi could feel his pulse racing where he held his wrist. He defiantly glared up at his brother.
�Just fuck me already, you � � But he was cut off as Itachi leaned in and crushed their lips together. Sasuke mewled loudly and scooted closer onto the bed for more leverage. Itachi bit roughly at his lips until he opened them, tasting blood. Itachi�s tongue delved in and reached back to get to his brother�s. Sasuke fought back valiantly until he surrendered to Itachi�s onslaught. His older brother was always such an amazing kisser, and had Sasuke been standing he would have collapsed a long time ago.
Itachi broke the kiss and pushed him onto the bed. Sasuke fell back, breathless, as Itachi maneuvered around his suitcase and crawled on top of him. Itachi began divesting Sasuke of his pants and although Sasuke wanted to protest that Itachi should do the same, he knew there wasn�t much time.
�Get rid of your shirt,� Itachi commanded, flinging Sasuke�s pants and boxers somewhere across his room. Sasuke brought trembling hands up the buttons of his shirt and started working on them, but Itachi suddenly grabbed his hips and devoured his erection. Sasuke arched up with a scream, nearly coming the instant Itachi started sucking. He forgot about his shirt and started tearing at Itachi�s quilt.
�Ani�ki,� he moaned, panting heavily. Itachi was sucking so damn hard and it felt like his tongue was on every surface of Sasuke�s sex, swirling and licking. Sasuke trembled as he continued his keening moans, his mind being overrun by the pleasure exploding through his system. He couldn�t think, couldn�t do anything, but as he felt his impending orgasm, he reached up to Itachi�s hair and tried to pull him off. �Stop!� he cried desperately. �Cum�I�m gonna cum!� But Itachi�s mouth slipped up to the tip and sucked as he pressed his tongue under the head of Sasuke�s cock. Sasuke arched as he came hard, his body shuddering violently at the sheer force of it. His scream echoed loudly in the room, uncaring of the ears that might hear it outside. Itachi smirked around the softening member in his mouth as he swallowed his brother�s essence and continued to lick the smooth flesh. He pulled away and wiped the corner of his mouth with a thumb. Sasuke watched him with glazed, half-lidded eyes.
�Happy now, Otouto?� he teased. Sasuke took a moment to reply. His eyes went down to the bulge in Itachi�s slacks and shook his head.
�No,� he said breathlessly. He shakily sat up and reached out to touch his brother�s clothed erection. Itachi hissed but said or did nothing else. Sasuke looked up at him with pleading eyes. �Please?� he begged. �Aniki�I want you inside me so badly.�
�Just suck me off,� Itachi said as Sasuke started opening his pants. �If I fuck you, once won�t be enough and we won�t have time for more.� Sasuke was nodding absently as he hurriedly pulled out Itachi�s heavy penis. He immediately went to work, starting by cradling the length in one hand and kissing the sides. He wanted to savor the feel and taste of his brother, but there was little time left. Itachi ran his hands through Sasuke�s spiky, pulling at the gently as he moaned and enjoyed the attentions on his cock. Sasuke took half of the length into his mouth and sucked while he used a hand to stroke the area he couldn�t reach. He loved the way the ridges and veins felt against his hand, and the heat and the thickness of his brother as he pulsed with desire. He moaned as he took in more of Itachi�s erection. Itachi hissed.
�Suck harder,� he commanded, and Sasuke eagerly obliged, bobbing his head faster as he increased the force of his suctions. Itachi�s breaths quickened and his grasp on Sasuke�s hair tightened until he came with a deep groan. His cum splashed the crevasses of Sasuke�s mouth as he released in thick, erratic spurts. Sasuke finally pulled back with a slow, long lick, making sure to clean up every last drop of Itachi�s cum. Itachi used his grip on Sasuke�s hair to pull him up for a kiss. When Sasuke mewled and pressed closer, Itachi pushed him back against the bed. Sasuke rested back on his elbows and glared as Itachi got off the bed and started fixing his slacks.
�Isn�t there enough time for at least one fuck?� he asked in feigned innocence, spreading his legs. His cock was already at half-mast, and if Itachi would only touch him, it would become full erect. Surely there was enough for some real sex. Who cared if Itachi continued to fuck him into the night? They owned their own damn jet! Father and Itachi could afford to spare half a day. Sasuke reached down with hand and went for the quivering hole behind his balls.

Itachi�s angry glare halted its progression. �Don�t tempt me, Sasuke.� He went to his forgotten suitcase, quickly did a mental inquiry and closed it. Sasuke watched him, frustrated and desperate.
�But � !�
�Get dressed.�
Sasuke pouted, hoping Itachi would look his way and see it, but his brother was already pulling his suitcase out the door. He scrambled to get dressed since the door was opened so wide that anyone could easily pass by and see him sprawled on Itachi�s bed, naked. He cursed Itachi as he quickly dressed and ran out, but not without looking into Itachi�s full sized mirror. His cheeks were flushed and his hair was messy, but he couldn�t do anything about that.
Downstairs in the foyer, his father was ready to go, Mikoto at his side. Itachi was just approaching them. Fugaku turned after knowing that his eldest son was ready. Itachi followed quietly. Mikoto gestured for Sasuke to hurry and wrapped her arm around his shoulders when he came up beside her.
�It�s just going to be me and you, ne, Sasu-chan,� she sadly albeit with a sincere smile. She never liked it when any of her boys left her, including her husband, and she dreaded Fugaku and Itachi�s business trips more, if not as much, as Sasuke did.
�Yea,� he said quietly, watching as their chauffer loaded the trunk. Fugaku had already slipped inside the limo with Itachi waiting at the door for his mother to proceed him. She gently touched his elbow as she did. Sasuke was about to go in after her when Itachi pushed him bodily out of the way. Sasuke stumbled but quickly regained his footing and pushed Itachi�s backside as he crawled in. Itachi nearly ate the seat across from him but braced his arms against it. He quickly turned around and shoved Sasuke against the seats opposite him once the younger boy had crawled inside. Sasuke ungracefully fell back against the plush leather and sat up to launch himself at Itachi.
�Boys!� their mother reprimanded not unkindly. Though her voice was stern her eyes were glinting with laughter. Fugaku looked unimpressed and ignored them, knowing that if he were to rebuke his sons his wife would give him an earful.
Sasuke scowled and sat back in his seat, glaring at Itachi. Itachi was smirking.
�He started it!� he whined much like he used to when he was 8, approximately four years ago. Mikoto was well familiar with the repertoire.
�Stop teasing your brother,� she said absently to Itachi. It was Sasuke�s turn to smirk. But when Mikoto and Fugaku started having their own conversation shortly after, Itachi made sure to hold sasuke�s gaze as he traced his bottom lip with the tips of his index and middle fingers, the red of his lips vibrant against the paleness of his skin. Sasuke wanted to cry.
They soon arrived at the hangar where their jet was kept. Sasuke reluctantly exited the limo after the rest of his family. He saw Mikoto hug and kiss Itachi on the forehead, tiptoeing in order to do the latter. She then went to Fugaku and gave him a long hug. Itachi looked at Sasuke, but Sasuke didn�t meet his gaze. He smiled to himself and approached his sibling.
�Are you going to miss me that much?� He saw Sasuke�s lips form a soft pout.
�No,� Sasuke snapped defiantly, as if he were angry with his brother. Itachi saw through his fa�ade and decided to play along.
�I see.� He gave a heavy sigh. �Well then, Otouto, take care of yourself and Okaasan. I�ll see you in a month.� Just as he was about to turn away, a pair of lithe, white arms wrapped around his waist and haphazard spikes of blue-black hair nuzzled against his chest. Itachi immediately responded to Sasuke�s embrace. He felt Sasuke tremble and grew alarmed. �Are you crying?�
�Of course not,� Sasuke retorted, though his muffled words were followed by a sniffle. Itachi held him closer.
�If you don�t want me to go,� Itachi whispered in all seriousness, �I won�t.�
Sasuke shook his head, suddenly feeling stupid and childish. He and Itachi have been apart for longer than a month thrice before. But now that he was faced with a similar situation a fourth time he couldn�t fathom how he had survived that long before.
�No, you have to,� Sasuke said, pulling back. Itachi resisted a minute longer before releasing him. Sasuke turned to his father and gave him a hug while Mikoto practically sobbed on Itachi�s shoulder.
�See you soon, alright, Ita-chan? And make sure Otousan stays away from all those sweets!� Mikoto reluctantly let go of Itachi as Fugaku started moving towards the jet. Itachi nodded and smiled before following his father. As he passed Sasuke, he caressed the blue black bangs out of Sasuke�s face.
�Take care of Okaasan, Otouto. I�ll call when we get there.�
Sasuke nodded, pouting all the while. Itachi had to resist the urge to kiss him once more.

000 000

Itachi had probably forgotten to call because four days had passed without Sasuke�s cell phone ringing. Well, Fugaku had called two days earlier to let his wife and son know that they had gotten to America safely, but didn�t have much time for idle chat. Sasuke was lying on his bed, staring up at the ceiling, his cell phone sitting impatiently by his head. His mother had checked on him several times to make sure he was alright. Apparently, she saw how much Itachi�s absence affected him. Sasuke probably couldn�t hide it from her even if he tried.
Three more days passed with no call from Itachi, and Sasuke was starting to get restless. He couldn�t even concentrate on his homework and ignored his friends� calls. He�d space out in class, thinking about his stupid, heartless aniki. Didn�t Itachi know how much Sasuke missed him?
�Ne, Sasuke-teme, are you going to eat that?�
Sasuke absently shook his head, pushing his bento to his side. He didn�t see his best friend frown.
�What�s wrong? You never share your onigiri.�
�What?� Sasuke asked, looking confusedly at Naruto. The blonde frowned.
�Hmm. Is it because Itachi-san�s gone?� Before Sasuke could even ask how on earth he had stumbled across such information, Naruto continued. �It�s obvious. You always get like this when he leaves.�
�Do not,� Sasuke said, looking away and unknowingly pouting.
�See? Yeah, you do, teme.�
Sasuke quickly schooled his expression and glared, but it was already too late.

000 000

The soft ringing of his cell phone slowly roused Sasuke from his sleep. He glanced at the caller ID and immediately flipped his phone open upon seeing the foreign number. �H-hello?� he answered, suddenly wide awake.
// �Otouto. Did I wake you?�//
Upon hearing Itachi�s familiar, smooth voice, Sasuke became a little spoiled brat who always got what he wanted. �What do you think, stupid Aniki?� he asked petulantly.
// �Ah, sorry, Sasuke. I was busy this week, and there�s another meeting tomorrow, but I just really needed to hear your voice.�// Itachi sounded sincere, and Sasuke felt guilty. Instead of acting like a brat, he should be considering Itachi�s situation. Itachi probably had difficulty with this just as much as Sasuke did, if not more.
�No, I�m sorry,� Sasuke said quietly. �What time is it there?�
// �Four in the morning.�//
�What? You should be sleeping.�
// �Mm. I was, but then I had a dream about you and I couldn�t go back to sleep.�// Sasuke vaguely heard Itachi shifting on the other line and his heart skipped a beat. His breath was quickening and he was suddenly getting hard. He turned onto his stomach on his bed and ground his hips against the mattress. He fought to suppress a groan at the pleasurable friction.
�What kind of dream?� he asked, trying to sound innocent, but the slight tremble in his voice made it impossible. He heard Itachi chuckle.
// �What kind of dream do you think it was?�// he asked teasingly. // �It�s probably not what you think.�//
�Oh, but I�m sure that it�s exactly what I think,� Sasuke replied. He spread his legs and bent them slightly for a more comfortable position. He was growing harder by the minute; Itachi could probably hear him breathing over the phone. �Ne, Aniki�?�
// �Well, that depends�. Were you dreaming about me fucking you with your hands tied as you begged me to do it harder, to keep shoving my cock deep in your ass?�// Sasuke�s breathing hitched, his body instantly becoming hot at Itachi�s words. If he wasn�t rock hard before, he certainly was now.
�N-no,� Sasuke lied. �Why�? Were you?� he teased with more confidence then he felt. Itachi didn�t hesitate in his reply.
// �Yes. I always think about doing the nasty with you.�// He chuckled lightly. Sasuke rolled his eyes. // �But I mostly think about how much I miss you.�//
Sasuke didn�t know what to say to that. Itachi could be sweet when he wanted to be, usually when they were physically apart for more than a thousand miles. �I miss you, too, Aniki. And I lied; I think about doing the nasty with you, too.� His face burned at the confession, especially when Itachi laughed.
// �I know, Otouto.�// He gave a heavy sigh. // �I should go.�//
Sasuke was sad to hear Itachi say so, but it was true. �Yeah. I�ll talk to you later, Aniki. I � I love you.�
// �Me, too. Goodnight.�// Itachi hung up shortly afterwards; it was almost as if it had been too painful for him to stay on the phone with his little brother any longer. Sasuke felt his eyes tear up as he snapped his phone shut. Itachi was such an inconsiderable bastard! Didn�t he know that Sasuke felt the same way he did? This situation wasn�t any easier for Sasuke; if anything, it was harder.
Itachi felt extremely guilty after hanging up on Sasuke so abruptly; he only hoped that his bratty little brother wouldn�t be too upset with him. He smiled to himself as he looked out at the city from the balcony of his hotel room. Sasuke was indeed a brat, but that�s what added to his appeal. His pouts were so cute, and when he got into one of his fits, Itachi couldn�t resist him for anything. Anything Sasuke wanted, Itachi would give it to him. He�d do anything for Sasuke. Sasuke probably knew this, knew how he had Itachi wrapped around his little finger. He was probably bratty all time just to see how far he could test Itachi�s limits. Sasuke should already know that Itachi would deny him nothing. Itachi loved him so much, it was almost scary. Sometimes�sometimes he wondered if Sasuke even loved him like that at all, or if he was just going through an intense phase of a brother complex.
He rested his elbows on the stone banister and hung his head. He wouldn�t be getting any more sleep that night.

000 000 000

One month had passed.
Sasuke�s heart was practically beating out of his chest. Itachi and his father were finally coming home. Sasuke didn�t know what he wanted to do first: kill Itachi or fuck him. His feelings for either choice were pretty much the same. He wanted to kill Itachi because he wanted him so badly. What had possessed him to make Sasuke wait for so long? Sure, Itachi�d been busy doing�business stuff, but that didn�t mean he could take his sweet time! Hadn�t Sasuke made it clear how much he missed him, loved him? No one should be allowed to stay more than a week away from someone they cared about, no matter what the circumstances were. Next time, school or no school, Sasuke was going with Itachi wherever he went, and vise versa.
He went with his mother to pick them up at the airstrip. All the while, he kept fidgeting in his seat. Mikoto didn�t seem to have noticed because she was anxious herself. She was obviously glad that her son and husband were safe and finally coming home. She hadn�t gone to any social gatherings unless they were important and had to represent the Uchiha family. Otherwise, she�d stay home and pine much like Sasuke had (though not as intensely).
When the limo finally stopped, they crawled out to meet Itachi and Fugaku, both of whom looked tired. Mikoto braced them both in a warm hug, kissing Itachi first on the cheek and then her husband on the lips. She released them and started asking Fugaku about the company. Sasuke hugged his father, who ruffled his hair, then went over to Itachi, glaring all the while. Itachi gave him a weary smile.
�Did you miss me?� Itachi asked, knowing full well what the answer was. Sasuke scowled.
�What do you think, stupid Aniki?� he replied, stuffing his hands in his pockets. If he kept them hidden, then Itachi wouldn�t know just how much they wanted to reach out and touch him. Itachi looked disappointed, but the expression disappeared as quickly as it had come. Sasuke turned away back to the limo.
The ride back home was mostly filled with idle chatter about the company and what Sasuke and Mikoto had been doing. Sasuke briefly answered any questions shot his way, all without looking at Itachi, even if he�d been the one to ask a question. Sasuke didn�t know why he was being so cold and such an ass. He was hurt and therefore felt vindictive. Itachi should suffer the same way he had during the past month.
Since Fugaku and Itachi were jetlagged, they went to sleep once they got home. It was well into the evening, so that was fine. Sasuke would usually creep into Itachi�s room and tuck him into bed (no pun intended), but he just went straight to his own room. It was a Thursday night, and he still had some homework. He was done by ten, and so he just decided to shower and turn in. As he lied in bed, he mulled over how he�d treated Itachi and instantly felt guilty. He�d make it up to his brother as soon as he was over himself.

000 000

The next morning, Itachi offered to drop him off at school before going in to work. Sasuke knew it was Itachi�s way of trying to get him alone, and maybe as a form of atonement, but he hadn�t done anything wrong. Sasuke had almost declined but his inner desires won out over his personal vendetta, though it didn�t look like Itachi would have given him much of a choice, anyway.
Itachi didn�t say anything to him for the entire fifteen minutes they were in the car. Sasuke could feel that there was something wrong, but every time he spoke up, his voice died in his throat. It was his fault. And now Itachi would probably push him away because of it.
�Aniki�.� Sasuke whispered, chancing a glance at him. Itachi�s eyes remained focused on the road.
�Have a good day at school, Otouto.� The car had stopped before the gates of the Academy of Fire, Konoha. Sasuke looked at Itachi, who gave him a small smile. �I�ll pick you up, alright?�
�Aniki, I � �
�Hurry or you�ll be late.�
Sasuke nodded, hesitating, but then he got out and grabbed his bag and books from the backseat. �Have a good day, Aniki.� He closed to the door and watched as Itachi drove off.
He�d hurt Itachi. Badly.

000 000

�So what are you doing tonight?� Naruto asked, leaning against the lockers next to Sasuke�s as Sasuke switched his books.
�Nothing, probably. What�s up?�
�Then you�re not going to Ino�s birthday party?�
�Who�s Ino?�
Naruto laughed. �You�re so mean, teme. I�d probably die if I were one of your fangirls.�
�It�s better that you�re not, then.� Sasuke closed his locker and flashed him a smile. �I�ll call you if I go.�
Gaara approached them and stood beside Naruto. He smirked at the Uchiha. �I saw your brother. He�s waiting outside.� Sasuke immediately panicked and started running down the hall. He hadn�t meant to be late! Itachi was always punctual; he�d probably been outside since the school bell had rung five minutes ago.
Sure enough, Itachi was standing outside, leaning against his black Jaguar. Sasuke halted, caught in Itachi�s eyes as they met his. He�d always known that Itachi was incredibly sexy, but this was ridiculous! Itachi was wearing a black suit underneath a black trench coat, and a grey scarf was wrapped around his neck. He hadn�t even paid attention to what Itachi had been wearing earlier, but he certainly was now.
�Ah! Itachi-sama!� a girl crooned beside him.
Apparently, so was the rest of campus (since everyone there pretty much knew who he was).
Sasuke quickly made his way over to Itachi and apologized, �Sorry. Naruto was talking to me and I lost track of time.�
�It�s alright, Otouto. Does he need a ride home?�
�Nah. He�s with Sabaku, remember?� he replied as he opened the back door to put his things inside.
�Oh yeah.� Itachi walked around to the driver�s side and got in. Sasuke climbed into the passenger seat shortly after. �How was school?�
�Good. Are you going back to the office?� Sasuke subconsciously pouted. Itachi noticed this out of the corner of his eye and smiled.
�No, I�ll be working from home. Otousan and the others can take care of the rest.�
Sasuke�s heart leaped at that, and he took Itachi�s right hand from its perch on the gear shift and held it tightly. He felt a gentle squeeze in return, and he knew that the tension between them was slowly easing away.
They worked in their father�s study as soon as they�d gotten home; Sasuke did his homework as Itachi worked at his laptop. Mikoto came in half an hour into their working with a plate of dango and onigiri as well as a two cups and a pitcher of tea. Sasuke quickly left his work to attack the snacks.
�Save room for dinner, alright boys?� Mikoto said fondly. �I�m going to visit your aunt now. Do your best!� And with that, she left. Sasuke brought a stick of dango to his brother.
�Aniki?� he prompted, holding out the treat. Itachi took it. �Can I have some?�
�Sure,� Itachi replied without looking up. Sasuke smirked to himself and bent down slightly so that his mouth was level with the first ball of dango. Keeping an innocent fa�ade, he took it into his mouth and slid it off the stick. He chanced a glance at Itachi, who was staring at him. Sasuke chewed slowly and licked his lips.
�Mm, thanks,� he said, straightening. He walked back to his seat and picked up his pencil, resuming the geometric equation he�d left undone.
Itachi looked like he wanted to burn the remaining dango.

000 000

The next night, Sasuke decided he had waited long enough, and before he could get up from his bed to go to Itachi�s room, the doorknob was already turning. Itachi came in, shut the door and turned the lock. Sasuke tried not to look eager.
�Hey, Aniki,� Sasuke greeted as normally as he could, though his attempt failed with the way Itachi was looking at him. His voice came out a little breathless.
�Hey, Otouto,� Itachi replied, coming to stand at the end of his bed. Sasuke leaned up on his elbows, his legs subconsciously spreading slightly. �What were you doing?�
�I was just about to go to your room and try to get you to fuck me.�
Itachi�s eyes narrowed. �Is that so? Well, I�m in your room. Is it alright if I fuck you here instead?� Sasuke�s breathing hitched when Itachi stepped closer so that his knees were against the bed.
�Maybe,� he replied in feigned nonchalance.
�Or maybe I�ll just drag you into my room and fuck you there instead.�
Sasuke almost said �yes�, but he just crawled towards Itachi and crushed their lips together. Sasuke moaned loudly when Itachi�s tongue pried into his mouth and ravaged it. He practically salivated at Itachi�s taste and his saliva escaped the sides of his lips. Itachi brought his hands inside of Sasuke�s sleep shirt and pinched the nipples there, turning them into hard little nubs. Sasuke gave a heated cry at the sensation and started working on unbuttoning Itachi�s dress shirt with shaky fingers.
�I�ve missed you so much,� Itachi murmured into Sasuke�s neck as he moved downwards. �So much, Sasuke�.�
Sasuke trembled as Itachi continued to play with his nipples and leave marks on his skin. He was already hard and he was sure he was dripping as well. Just a little more and Itachi would probably have him coming without actually having to touch his cock.
�I�m�so sorry�Aniki,� Sasuke gasped. Itachi roughly pulled his shirt off him and went straight to Sasuke�s left nipple, sucking it like he expected milk to come out. Sasuke tossed his head back with a scream and came in his boxers, his nipples being one of his more sensitive spots. He vaguely felt Itachi holding him and climbing up on the bed to lay him down. Itachi then removed his boxers and swallowed his half hard cock to lick the traces of his spilled essence away, refusing to let any drop go to waste. Sasuke shuddered as Itachi�s tongue roved over his oversensitive cock. �S-stop�Aniki�. It�s too much!� But Itachi ignored him until Sasuke had to grab his hair and pull him off.
�I can�t believe I went a month without your taste,� Itachi said, crawling up until their faces were level with each other. Sasuke watched with glazed, half lidded eyes as Itachi licked his lips. �Fuck, you taste so exquisite, like the finest wine.� Sasuke�s flush of arousal was further accentuated by one of embarrassment, �Aniki!� But Itachi just smiled, the charming smile that only Sasuke got to see that lit up Itachi�s face. Could anyone have a more gorgeous older brother?
Itachi got up on his knees and started undressing, picking up where Sasuke had left off. He was soon naked, nipples, pale flesh, and reddish, thick, leaking cock. Sasuke became fully hard just by looking at Itachi�s erection, the way it curved up slightly and how it twitched before releasing a drop of precum. Sasuke wanted to lean up and put the entire thing in his mouth, to feel the length pressing against the back of his throat and the thickness spreading his mouth wide. But he had other plans. He wasn�t exactly through with being evil to his older brother.
He brought his legs up and around Itachi, so that Itachi was between them. He then brought a hand down to stroke himself slowly as his eyes locked with Itachi�s. Sasuke spread the precum around his shaft to ease the friction and watched as Itachi�s dark eyes focused on his masturbation. He smirked when he saw his brother�s lips parted to take in more air. Itachi looked absolutely ravenous, and that had been the reaction Sasuke was going for.
�I thought about you day and night, Aniki,� he said softly. �I couldn�t even concentrate during class. All I could think about was you fucking me on sensei�s desk as I screamed for more, for you to fuck me harder while everyone watched. And then I�d have to excuse myself to the restroom to jack off, and I�d be so loud that I have to stuff my tie in my mouth to keep quiet.� He twisted his hand and more precum oozed out, making him moan. Itachi�s hands clenched at his sides, attesting to how much Sasuke�s words were affecting him. Sasuke used his other hand to reach under his pillow for a half full bottle of lube he kept hidden and uncapped it. He poured his over his cock and his moving hand, then he bent his knees to open himself up more and touched his quivering entrance. �Whenever I came home, I�d be too horny to do my homework, so I went into your room first. I�d strip and get under your sheets. Do you know what I�d do then, Aniki?� He eased two fingers into himself with a low hiss, quickly lubricating and stretching himself in preparation for Itachi�s immense cock. �I�d do this. I would finger myself and pull my cock, moaning your name until I�d come all over myself. But I�m never satisfied, Aniki, because it�s you that I want, ramming into me and making me � �
Sasuke was unable to finish because Itachi was on him in a second, gripping his wrists in one hand and lifting his thigh with the other. Itachi shoved his cock into Sasuke in one, quick thrust, causing Sasuke to scream at the sudden intrusion. There had been pain, but it was nothing compared to the intense pleasure coursing up his spine. It was all he could do not to come again too soon. Itachi growled as he pulled back and started a series of fast, hard thrusts, angling himself until Sasuke tossed his head back, crying out his name. He kept himself in that position as he continued, groaning at the effort of driving into Sasuke with all his strength and at the muscles gripping him so tightly.
�Do you enjoy torturing your Aniki?� he growled, gripping Sasuke�s hip and wrists harder. �You naughty boy. I�ll teach you to never hold out on me, understand?� But Sasuke shook his head, trying to speak, to apologize, but he could barely breathe with the way Itachi was dominating him, bent on burying him into the mattress. Itachi was stretching him so wide, and the blunt head of his cock kept hitting his spot, making him delirious with pleasure. Sasuke came violently with a silent scream, his back arching like a well stringed bow. Itachi pulled out and used both hands to hold the underside of Sasuke�s knees to open him up further. He then thrust back in and resumed his punishing pace. Sasuke tried to meet Itachi�s thrusts but he felt too weak as he had been made helpless by the pleasure Itachi was raining down on him. He clawed at the sheets, moaning Itachi�s name over and over again. Itachi grit his teeth to bite back a cry as his cock pulsed and released his cum deep inside Sasuke�s body in thick spurts. He slowed but didn�t stop, making sure every last drop left him. Sasuke had to beg him to stop; everything was too much. Itachi gave one hard thrust for good measure then obeyed, slowly easing out of his brother�s abused entrance. He collapsed beside Sasuke on the bed and wrapped an arm around his waist.
He meant to say something, but Sasuke was already sound asleep. Itachi smiled and pulled the comforter over them.

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Sasuke woke up alone the next morning, but the place where Itachi had slept was still warm. He stretched and immediately regretted it. He hurt practically everywhere! And the dried cum on his body cracked with his movements, leaving him feeling dirty and used (not that he minded much). One look in the bathroom mirror told him that he either looked like someone had tried to kill him or fucked him well. He touched the hickeys littering his neck and the bruises on his right hip, hoping they wouldn�t disappear too quickly.
But then again, they could always be remade.
He smiled and jumped into the shower. Itachi was still a little jetlagged, and once he got his stamina back Sasuke knew his body would be in worse shape, especially after his little charade. Sasuke had missed Itachi, the big brother who took care of him and made him feel loved, but he had also missed the amazing sex. He had both now and couldn�t be any happier.
When he got out of the bathroom, Itachi was sitting on his bed, waiting for him. Sasuke dressed quickly, knowing that he was late for the family�s usual Sunday brunch. Once he was done, he kissed Itachi.
�Did you sleep well?� Itachi asked, stroking Sasuke�s cheek with the back of his hand. Sasuke nodded.
�Better than I have in the past month.� He smiled and made to leave, holding Itachi�s hand, but Itachi didn�t budge. He looked back at him and tilted his head. �Aniki?�
�I love you, Sasuke.� The sincerity in Itachi�s voice and eyes made Sasuke�s chest ache, and he could do nothing but wrap his arms around Itachi�s shoulders and hug him tightly.
�I love you more, Aniki,� he whispered.
He�d lied. Now he couldn�t be any happier.

This is the last chapter of WMHC. There will be an epilogue... and I don't think there will be anything else. Well, I've lied before.... Buuuuut, at the very very most, there will be one more extra after the epilogue.
Thanks to everyone for reading this and keeping up with it. Umm, it's been a long two years. lol! I can't believe it took me this long to finish it! darn real life and writer's blockages! darn theeeeem!
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