A/N: I just want to put it out there that no I do not participate in incest so please keep the hate comments to yourself. Let me set a reminder that this is fiction!
It was yet another bleak and weary night for Itachi as he drowsily entered his home after a long and very excruciating day of training. He stepped into the foyer and gently placed his black sandals on the brown mat by the door. "I'm home", he mumbled. He was met with unyielding silence...as usual. Itachi lightly pushed his hair out of his face and softly closed the door behind him. The small movements caused an intense stinging in his shoulders. His body was sore and each step he took was punctuated by a distinct and very painful ache in his legs. He was honestly extremely stressed out and exasperated. He made a careful mental note to not leave the house for a while. He had earned a well deserved break .
However, at the moment a simple hot shower and a good night's rest sounded like an excellent idea. Itachi paused by the front door, wondering where his brother was. Probably in his room again. Itachi shared his small home with his younger brother, Sasuke. It was not exactly easy being responsible for Sasuke, but nevertheless Itachi enjoyed his company, although he would never openly admit it. Itachi was only twenty years old so he was not necessarily the best guardian for Sasuke, and he wasn't exactly... raising him properly . For the most part Itachi let Sasuke do whatever he wanted. The boy was fifteen years old, so he didn't really listen to Itachi anyways. At this age he was becoming increasingly more rebellious and defiant. Typical of a teenager.
As Itachi slowly climbed the short wooden stairs, he contemplated how much Sasuke had changed this past year. The jump from fourteen to fifteen wasn't that significant but the transformations in Sasuke certainly were. His dark hair had gotten a little longer, now framing his slender face. He was also a bit taller now; still a solid four inches shorter than Itachi, but the increase in height was still noticed. Moreover his body had become more defined, as most of his babyish fat and roundness had melted off, and what was left underneath revealed quite a fine young man. With his elegant sable hair, piercing onyx eyes, and porcelain skin, he vaguely reminded Itachi of a younger version of himself. Itachi smirked at the thought. Even their personalities were comparatively similar. Sasuke was fairly quiet most of the time and could be somewhat distant-cold even. He customarily wore one deadpan expression on his face that seemed to say "I'm not interested". Itachi found himself inwardly grinning once again. They were brothers all right.
Yawning, Itachi dredged his way down the narrow hall to the shower. He continued to ruse over his thoughts of Sasuke. Despite all of their striking similarities, there were still indeed many differences between them. Sasuke was much more stubborn, rude, and outspoken. He would often speak his mind openly and freely with complete and blatant disregard for others. He routinely spat out insults without batting an eye, and had one of the most distasteful potty mouths Itachi had ever witnessed. However, what Sasuke lacked in social grace he compensated for with physical charm. Still, overall He was an asshole. Much unlike Itachi who usually kept all his thoughts and emotions closely guarded, and considered himself to be the classiest of individuals. Itachi impatiently stripped himself of his sweaty blood-stained attire and stumbled into the steaming hot shower.
The water was scalding and practically burned his skin upon contact , but it was a well received pain, as it instantly released the discomfort from each of Itachi's aching stiff joints. He gave a sigh of relief as the water pounded against his skin. In the midst of his near euphoric shower, his mind drifted back to his younger brother. Sasuke was really quite an interesting boy. He was exceptionally favored by the girls in the village, nevertheless Itachi honestly could not recall Sasuke ever having a girlfriend or even bringing a girl home. In fact the only person Itachi could recollect Sasuke openly speaking to, or spending time with was his annoying yellow haired friend. what was his name again ? Narubo...Narugo? Sasuke frequented the guy's house pretty often and in turn he visited their home from time to time as well. Itachi had no idea what Sasuke saw in him. His voice was beyond vexatious. Every time he spoke it was if someone was grating nails on a chalkboard. How irritating. Itachi lathered the thick gel of his cinnamon scented body wash in his hands and began to scrub his body, making a real effort to get as soapy as possible. He took delight in the suds. Satisfied with his handiwork, he wandered back to his musings about Sasuke again. Although Itachi spent an acceptable amount of time with Sasuke at home, they never seemed to have much of a connection...they had more of an establishment of sorts? They would talk about day to day activities, eat together, and perhaps even watch the occasional movie. Still, they certainly did not have any kind of unbreakable brotherly bond so to speak.
Itachi reflected on the most recent occurrence of when he Sasuke spent quality time together. Oh yes, they were watching some low budget horror film that Sasuke had found in an old stack of DVDs. Neither of the two had any better plans that night so they resigned themselves to an evening together and settled on opposite sides of the slate blue couch. However, even with their distance, Itachi could still call to mind Sasuke's alluring fragrance. He had the pronounced ambrosial scent of fresh mint. Come to think of it, he smelled like that all the time. Itachi could also remember his winsome face and how he would wrinkle his delicate nose whenever there was a particularly gruesome scene. Goodness, his face was so gorgeous. He was so darling that he might as well be a sculpture. His face took on the lovely semblance of a heart, and his body was absolutely ravishing. His sleek frame was nothing less than exquisite. Itachi's hand began to travel down his chiseled abdomen as he concentrated on his thoughts about his younger brother.
Sasuke was just so ...divine.
Itachi longed to be closer to him...to..touch him. Itachi dared to wonder what it would be like to caress his bother, to fondle every single square inch of his flawless alabaster skin. Itachi's hand languidly slid down even further to wrap around his member and he began to lazily stroke his penis, carefully running his thumb over the slit. He sucked in some air at the much needed contact, and hissed as he thought about Sasuke touching him there. Or even better than that, him touching Sasuke...there. What would Sasuke's most private area look like? He had only seen glimpses here and there, but had never had the chance to see it fully. It was probably utterly glorious, just like the rest of him. What kinds of sounds would Sasuke make if Itachi was to pleasure him? Itachi shivered at the idea of Sasuke squirming beneath him, panting letting out the sweetest of mewls as his older brother touched him. At this point Itachi was vigoursly pumping his hardened manhood. Eyes tightly squeezed shut, he tilted his head back and continued to let the fantasy wash over him. He wondered if Sasuke would arch his beautiful slender back as Itachi ran his hands over his creamy round ass cheeks. Itachi yearned to open up those tender cheeks and taste Sasuke's sweetest spot. Itachi audibly moaned at the mere prospect of tasting Sasuke's saccharine flower. And with that final thought, Itachi reached his breaking point and his white hot seed spilt into the shower, only to immediately be washed away by the piping hot water. He only came that easily whenever he was fantasizing about Sasuke.
Itachi barely had a moment to catch his breath and regain his composure before he was jolted out of his stupor by a violent banging on the bathroom door. "What the hell are you doing in there?!" "You've been running the shower for thirty minutes!" "I would appreciate if you at least attempted to save some of the fucking hot water for someone other than yourself!" Itachi sighed and ran his hands through his soaking wet hair, it was Sasuke and he was clearly irritated. He couldn't believe he let the time get away from him like that. How many times was he going to keep masturbating to the sick fantasy of screwing his own little brother? Itachi groaned and shut off the shower. He then stepped out and briskly wrapped a long black towel around his svelte waist. He sharply flipped his long ebony hair over his back and glared at himself in the foggy bathroom mirror. "What's wrong with me." he whispered. Itachi knew that his fantasy, and what he wanted from his little brother was just plain wrong. But Sasuke just had this charm about him. It was not only a physical attraction, but something far more than that. Itachi couldn't help these impure fantasies about his younger brother that pervaded his thoughts. Sasuke would be undoubtedly disgusted if he knew the nature of the acts Itachi wanted to perform on him. Itachi tightened his towel and swiftly exited the bathroom. He entered his room, quickly dressed and flopped onto his large bed. "I'm going need a long night's rest."
A/N:will becontinued.
-DDF out
