Our Blood

"Dammit, does it have to be so hot in here?" Sasuke breathed, entering the living room, already sweating lightly. Despite the fact that in actuality the house was normal temperature, Sasuke was feeling a little bit under the weather. Dressed in a large black t-shirt and a pair of dark blue briefs-well, you aren't going to dress up when you feel sick, ne?-he walked through his living room, dining room, and into the kitchen. Even this simple task proved to be a little difficult since he started to breathe a little hard after he got to the sink. Grabbing a glass from the cupboard, he turned on the faucet to fill it up with cold water. Sasuke downed the glass in a couple of gulps, realizing how thirsting he really was, and went to get some more water.

Once he had drunken enough water, he put the glass in the sink and started to walk back to his room upstairs. However, he was tired, and found the couch in the living room a lot more inviting for him to just recline in and doze off on. Which is exactly what Sasuke did. No sooner did he fall back onto the couch did he start to feel sleep overwhelming him, and slowly he started to drift off.

Unnoticed to Sasuke, who couldn't have sensed it in his sickness, Itachi stealthily climbed through the window and lurked in the shadows in the corner of the living room. Sasuke was across the room on the couch, and the look Itachi had in his eyes was one that impossibly resembled concern, even though his expression was stoic. Itachi's gaze fell on the sleeping beauty that lay peacefully on the couch. Sasuke had shifted uncomfortably in his sleep, his hand tightly clutched to the front of his shirt, briging it up to his chest, and exposing the deathly pale but nonetheless beautiful skin on his stomach. And Sasuke's lower garments had unintentionally slid low on his hip, certainly low enough for indecency but not able to really reveal anything, as if teasing the older Uchiha.

Itachi slowly, silently, walked over to Sasuke, until he was hovering over the prone form. Carefully, ever so carefully, Itachi reached out, and in a gentle manner unheard of from Itachi, brushed back Sasuke's bangs on his forehead. The forehead burned a little, but that was expected in Sasuke's state. The older brother gently brought his hand down Sasuke's cheeks, stroking gently.

"Mmnh...Naruto..."

THAT made Itachi's hand freeze. Anger and jealously burned inside Itachi as he heard Sasuke call out that kid's name. How DARE Sasuke call his name. That was an outrage! It was- Itachi noticed how Sasuke leaned his cheek toward the hand, letting out a soft sigh. In a quick glance downward he could tell that his little brother was hard, almost as hard as he himself was.

Sasuke's hand fisted his shirt, unconciously drawing it upward. With the new sight in front of him, Itachi could not fight the temptation of carresing his brother's hardening, pink nipples. Sasuke squirmed in pleasure. The older brother bowed his head, tongue lapping at a nipple and feeling the body react by shifting slightly. Itachi lightly grazed the tight nub between his teeth, lapping at it and sucking. He blew gently on it, the cool air making it rigid, making the younger squirm more, and kissed a line down Sasuke's chest. Itachi dipped his tongue into Sasuke's navel and could feel the body trembling in pleasure. Another lick earned a soft groan from the youth. Sasuke's hand reached out, brushing against Itachi's arm on the way to wanting to release some of his own tension. But the older brother wouldn't have that, and instead grabbed Sasuke's wrist mid-descent. Sasuke whimpered quietly, fingers moving but grasping nothing, confused. Itachi leaned towards Sasuke's neck, giving it a lick before nibbling on his earlobe. With a bite, Sasuke's eyes opened with a soft gasp, perplexed and surprised and aroused at the same time to see his older brother's lustful eyes as Itachi lifted his head. And Sasuke said exactly whan he was thinking at that second.

"Itachi you bast-" but he was cut off when lips descended over his none too gently. Itachi's tongue probed at Sasuke's entrance to his mouth, and at his current state, the younger Uchiha couldn't fend it off. As much as he resisted, it was half hearted, and when their slick tongues met, the wetness and shock of pleasure proved too much. Their mouths pressed firmly together in a hot kiss. Sasuke moaned, eyes closed, wrapping his arms around Itachi, confused and fisting the back of his brother's shirt. "Unnnh..." This was so wrong. Sasuke didn't want to feel the eagerness of Itachi's tongue inside his mouth, nor the way his older brother strained to keep upright between Sasuke's legs, but every once in a while slid down so their groins barely rubbed together. It was Itachi, in fact, who finally pulled away.

"Sasuke," Itachi rasped. It wasn't supposed to sound tanalizingly sexy to the younger's ears, but it did. Itachi pressed their lips together and then pulled away with a satisfying smack, leaving Sasuke in his half lustful state, lips red from use. "Dammit..." Itachi didn't know that his heart would pound so hard against his chest as Sasuke looked at his mouth with unfocused eyes, not understanding why it had left. He could feel the heat between them, and consciously lowered his hips so they could grind against each other, biting his younger brother's shoulder at the same time. Sasuke moaned again at the friction, back arching. He couldn't last, and he knew his endurance was slipping as the passion coiled tighter in his stomach. Whenever he jerked off it was always so quick- five or six minutes tops, but he surprised himself for having lasted even this long.

"Itachi...nnnh...fucking bastard," Sasuke groaned, sweat covering his face. "Wh-why?"

"I have my reasons," Itachi growled, gathering up the writhing boy in his arms from the couch in favor of a more comfortable setting like his bed. Sasuke's eyes widened, but when Itachi held his brother tighly against himself, Sasuke's erection grated through the thin cloth of his boxers against his brother's hard lower abdomen, and Sasuke moaned, burying his sweaty face into the hollow of Itachi's shoulder. That moan sent shivers up Itachi's spine. He suddenly slammed Sasuke against a wall opposite the base of the staircase. He grinded their hips harshly together, thrusting and kissing wantonly.

"Nnn...Aaah!" It was little harsher than Sasuke expected, however, and the youth's frame wracked with the intensity of an oncoming orgasm, sweat stinging his eyes. Taken aback as Itachi felt the smaller body tense and heard the loud moan, he wrapped one arm around Sasuke's waist, using his hand to steady the younger. The other hand went to the back of Sasuke's neck, soothingly rubbing with his palm as his younger brother became suddenly exhausted. Panting and kissing Sasuke's nape and trying to forget his own frustrations for a moment, especially with the stickiness of Sasuke's release between the two, Itachi carried his brother up the stairs and into his room.

"Dammit," Itachi muttered, laying Sasuke on the black silk sheets. He grinded his teeth together and nestled his fingers in the soft hair behind Sasuke's ear. The younger's eyes opened again, cool black orbs meeting as their gazes locked. This time it was Sasuke who took advantage of the proximity of their mouths and lifted his head up, parted lips meeting Itachi's mouth so softly, and the older's jaw immediately went from rigid to lax. And soon, what began as gentle ended in feverance, awakening a new arousal in the younger and making the older's more unbearable. Itachi climbed into bed, pulling Sasuke on top of him, and their eyes met again.

Why?

Itachi pulled Sasuke in so their lips, tongues, teeth mashed together so tightly both were rendered senseless and breathless. And yet they kept kissing dizzily.

Why, ni-san?

Sasuke released Itachi's mouth to pull his shirt over his head and panted against the older's cheek, breath hot and moist. Itachi slowly turned his head and reclaimed Sasuke's mouth, taking control of the situation, easing up on shoving his tongue into the younger brother's mouth and instead letting their tongues mingle and dance. Slipping his hand into the back of the only piece of clothing Sasuke had left, Itachi grabbed the younger's ass from inside the briefs, slipping off the offending garment and rocked their erections together. A wide eyed Sasuke pulled away his boyish arms from around Itachi, heady from the onslaught of pleasure, and grabbed Itachi's face to begin tongue-fucking his mouth with all the vigor he could muster. Neither Uchiha would back down.

Or so it seemed.

Maybe it was sheer size, or the fact that Itachi was much more experienced, or that the older had more stamina, or that Sasuke was sick, but when Itachi pushed Sasuke's back against the bed, one hand holding down the younger's shoulder, and when Itachi nipped and licked at the pulsepoint in Sasuke's neck, and when Sasuke was reduced to a mass of nerves, it was obvious who won the battle of dominance.

Itachi's gorgeous face contorted into a nasty sneer, and Sasuke's stomach gave a flip flop. Unfortunately, the older brother's sweat drenched body included his sweat drenched clothes. The fact that Itachi was still in a state of fully dressed caused a dilemna. He was torn between grinding Sasuke into the bed until the mattress springs gave way, or letting go of Sasuke to take off his own clothes in favor of the feel of skin against skin. Itachi wasn't one for immediate gratification, and he let go of Sasuke and pulled his shirt over his head. After, he went for his pants, so that he would be in just black silk boxers.

Why did you let me live?

Sasuke blushed as he undressed, fascinated at the expanse of ivory skin on his brother's taut muscles. He resisted the urge to reach out to feel the masculinity of his chest and thighs and...other things. Sasuke became redder. Itachi looked down at Sasuke, marveling in the sight of the flushed, sprawled offering. The younger brother was definately still boyish, still youthful, as slenderness was seen giving way to strong muscles on Sasuke's toned body. "Aaah..." Sasuke whispered as Itachi pressed their mouths heatedly together. The older slid his fingers down Sasuke's sides, one coming to rest low on his waist, the other cupping Sasuke's ass and brining their hips together so their erections ground together.

Why did you come back?

"Niisan..." the younger panted hard against Itachi's mouth, body wet with sweat. He gave a high pitched whine, voicing his pleasure and exhaustion as his eyes almost crossed from the friction. Sasuke's body was trembling, fingers gripping his older brother's back until fingernail marks were visible. "Oh gods, Itachi...I..." Sasuke's head lolled back, gasping, and the gasp was swallowed by Itachi.

Why couldn't you just kill me?

For the second time tonight, Sasuke came in a brilliance of colors and sheer beauty. Itachi orgasmed as well, toes curling at the intensity. And for a second their world was only each other.

"Otouto," Itachi breathed heatedly against Sasuke's neck, and the younger winced, his body and the air around him unbearably hot. But it also felt so good.

"Why, Itachi...?" Sasuke whispered, drifting off.