a/n: the cover photo for Coercion was made by the wonderfully talented yukidomari, whom you may (and should) find on y-gal. she's made a couple of masterpieces inspired by this story and has in turn inspired the continuation of my writing. so glad there are some other uchicest fans out there :)
August
Itachi pushes off the dusty ground that is scraped clean beneath the swing with a single toe. The warm spring breeze is ruffling the grass. A bee buzzes past his swishing feet. The plank-and-rope swing creaks back and forth beneath a huge oak tree. It's in a clearing behind his house. A small creek swirls by and Itachi considers how he used to think it was a river. Now he wonders if maybe it's only a ditch.
He has a book, a novel, in his lap but he's not reading. He's thinking about his little elementary school brother and frowning over the topic like he has been for a while.
A rustling in the grass is followed by a stomping of grass and a child's loud whisper. Itachi sighs. It's their neighbor, Naruto, and Sasuke with him. They're in the trees and brush behind him.
"-off the rest of the way," Sasuke urges.
"Is this really okay?" Naruto asks, his young voice unsure.
"Of course," Sasuke replies firmly and authoritatively. "I told you it is."
Itachi cocks his head wondering at the words.
"Yeah but. It feels weird," Naruto whines.
"Sh," Sasuke orders.
"Mm!"
Itachi frowns. Was that-?
"Feel good?" Sasuke asks.
Itachi's eyes widen at his little brother's coy tone.
"Y-yes."
"Good," Sasuke says, pleased.
"It's really warm," Naruto informs him gravely. "Oh," he whines. "Why'd you stop?"
"Sh."
"Hmph!" Naruto pouts. "Wait! What are you doing?" he asks nervously.
"Didn't I say 'shh'?" Sasuke asks exasperated.
"Yeah but," Naruto's voice wavers and he cries out. "Stop! That's dirty!"
Sasuke stops what he had just started and frees his mouth to say, "Naruto, don't you ever want to grow up?"
"Yes."
"Then be quiet," he orders.
"Sasuke-eee," Naruto whines quietly.
Itachi is frozen on the swing as it happens. He can't get away- the two boys are near the trail between him and the house. He can't interrupt. Can he? No. He considers it but-.
A blush paints his cheeks. He's not embarrassed by the childish imitations of such an adult activity. But when he thinks of Sasuke and the weird feelings between the two brothers lately- no, he doesn't want to interrupt.
There's more rustling in the trees.
"Come on," Sasuke says tugging Naruto back towards the house.
"Can-can we do that again?" Naruto asks hopefully.
"Sure." Sasuke's lips already have the hang of the Uchiha smirk. "Come play tomorrow."
Itachi is reclined against the headboard of his bed when Sasuke prances into the room and bounces on the bed. He lies on his stomach gazing up at his brother.
Itachi lifts an eyebrow at him.
Sasuke frowns.
"'Tachi?" He tugs at his sleeve.
"What?" Itachi asks brusquely.
"Why are you angry?" Sasuke asks worriedly.
Itachi sets the book away and rubs his temples. "Sasuke, we have to talk."
"Okay!"
"Listen," he catches his brother eyes seriously. "What you did with Naruto today- you shouldn't do that again."
Sasuke tilts his head. His bangs slide over his pale skin. "What did I do?"
"When you…touched him. Down there."
Sasuke frowns. "How come?"
"That's something two people who are in love do."
"Oh. Like me and you?" he asks with a sly smile.
"No. Not like- Look. It's an adult thing."
Sasuke pouts cutely. "I'm almost an adult."
"No you're not."
"Yes I am!" Sasuke protests.
"Listen Sasuke, just promise me you won't do that again?"
"What if I do it with you?" Sasuke asks.
"No!"
Sasuke blinks at Itachi's loud voice. Has he ever been that loud before?
Itachi's eyes are closed in a small wince.
"I'm sorry," Sasuke says in a small voice. "I thought since the other day you said you wouldn't teach me that…I should learn my own?"
Itachi laughs without humor. "Sasuke, you are the only person who would ask his older brother about how to masturbate."
"Why?"
Itachi shakes his head. "Just because." He lies back and throws an arm over his eyes suddenly exhausted. The bed dips under Sasuke's small weight as the boy cuddles next to him.
"I love you Itachi," Sasuke says earnestly.
"Wish you didn't."
Sasuke jerks away and looks stricken as if Itachi slapped him across the face. Tears threaten.
"Sasuke." Itachi gathers him up in his arms. "I'm sorry, S'ke," he murmurs. He rubs his back. "I love you too. So much it hurts."
Sasuke settles in his lap, wrapping his thin legs on either side of his hips. He looks up into Itachi's solemn face. "Is it supposed to hurt?"
Itachi pets his hair and hugs him. "No."
Sasuke nuzzles his front returning the hug eagerly. "Then why does it?"
"Because Sasuke. Sometimes things are difficult. Sometimes things aren't how they're supposed to be and you have to fix them."
"Like what?" Sasuke asks lowly and suspiciously.
Itachi smiles a little sadly. "Nothing you need to worry about."
"Liar," Sasuke proclaims smiling.
"What?" Itachi asks incredulously. Sasuke squirms in his lap, grinning up at him in a not-childlike way. Itachi feels like he's caught a cat demon and suddenly wants to toss him away from himself.
"I can tell when you lie 'Tachi," Sasuke tells him. "Because I'm in love with you. And because I'm grown up," he throws in as an after thought.
"No Sasuke you love me," Itachi corrects. "You're not in love with me."
"No. I'm in love with you. And you're in love with me. Right?" he asks hopefully.
Itachi doesn't respond.
"'Tachi?" Sasuke asks quaveringly. "Aren't you in love with me?"
Itachi sighs deciding against trying to explain the difference to someone so young and clearly uncaring. "Yeah. I'm in love with you."
Sasuke lurches up on to his knees and smacks a kiss on Itachi's lips. He pulls back grinning adorably. "I knew it."
September
The driveway is filled with cars, pickup trucks and old beaters and one sports car. Itachi edges his own car around the line. It's a Friday in early autumn. Dry leaves crunch over a layer of wet ones. The scent of autumn is strong in the warm air.
Judging from the cars the high school football game ended and came over to their house. Well, Naruto's house. The cars cover the neighboring Uzamki drive as well and spill into the street around both their houses. He looks towards the back as he goes to the front door. He spies the orange glare of a bonfire near the property line and back by the trees. He sets a backpack down in the foyer and heads to the kitchen.
"Itachi!" Sasuke exclaims when he glances up from retrieving alcohol from the fridge.
"Hello Sasuke."
Sasuke abandons the beer and launches himself at Itachi. Itachi catches his hug and steadies him.
"You didn't say you'd be back this weekend," Sasuke accuses.
Itachi lives in a city a little over an hour away studying medicine but often finds time and excuses to come home. He shrugs.
"How's school?" Sasuke asks.
"Fine."
"Is everything okay?"
"Yes. I just missed…being home. Mom and Dad are out?"
"Uh, yeah. Some conference. They're coming back Sunday night."
"And I'll probably be gone by then," Itachi laughs.
"They miss you," Sasuke tells him.
Itachi smiles. "I know. How on earth have they been dealing with your moody, broody attitude without me?"
"I behave when you're gone."
"Well don't go misbehaving now that I'm here," Itachi says with a teasing smile.
Sasuke doesn't return the smile. He frowns. He steps closer and his palm smoothes over Itachi's stomach. Itachi's muscles spasm at the light touch and he steps away from his brother.
"Didn't I just say-?"
Sasuke shrugs. "Would it kill you to indulge your brother just once?"
"Sasuke."
"Hm?"
Itachi's eyes narrow at his brother's arrogant expression. "Maybe I should just head back."
"No! Don't."
"Then behave. Go play with your friends."
"Play with my friends?" Sasuke's tone turns the play from Itachi's condescending term into something risqué.
"Behave," Itachi growls.
Sasuke turns away and collects the bottled alcohol, not without presenting Itachi a view of his ass and long legs.
"Don't burn the woods down," Itachi mutters.
Sasuke chuckles and smirks.
Sitting by the fire Sasuke has been downing more alcohol than he ever has. He's seen the morons like Naruto and Kiba who binge and lose their dignity at the first drop of alcohol. Normally Sasuke wouldn't want that but tonight…
He chugs another beer. He even flirts with the cheerleaders who fawn over him.
"Hey," Naruto says quietly kneeling beside him.
"Hm?" Sasuke tilts his head to the side to look at him and considers his lips.
"Maybe you should slow down," Naruto advises.
"I'm fine."
"Yeah, I know but…"
Sasuke tilts towards him and Naruto scrambles away.
"Sasuke! Shit, that's what I was-. Look just lay off the alcohol a while 'kay?"
"Oh I see," Sasuke says grinning. "Can't be blabbing Naruto's little secret in front of his friends, can I?"
"No, you can't," Naruto says darkly.
"Ten years and you still don't have any balls," Sasuke smirks.
"Shut up!"
"Yo! Would you two faggots get over here!" Kiba calls. "We're playing capture the flag."
Sasuke can see Naruto's fist clench but he's the only one.
"Fuck you Kiba!" Naruto calls back cheerfully. "Who's the faggot who couldn't even catch the damn ball!"
"Hey, the dude was on me fucking tight."
Sasuke snickers. Naruto glares at him.
"Yeah, yeah," Naruto yells to Kiba.
"You're a good actor," Sasuke informs him politely.
"Shut up," Naruto growls as he stands and goes to join the game.
Deciding he's bored of morons Sasuke manages to make his way to the house. The damp ground beneath his feet tilts ever so slightly but he blames it on the darkness. The slivered moon is hiding behind slate clouds.
In the quiet house he finds Itachi lying on the couch watching TV.
Itachi knows his brother is there but ignores him until he's standing directly between him and the TV. Sasuke stares down at him.
And then he's leaning over and smothering Itachi's mouth with his own. One of his legs swings up and his knee lodges itself between Itach's thighs. Itachi makes a muffled screech of protest and pushes his searing mouth away. It's not far enough though because it's descending again and locking on his own. Sasuke's tongue digs into his mouth, flicking at Itachi's. Itachi can taste the alcohol that laces his salvia. Sasuke's hands caress the side of his face and travel down his chest.
There's a deadened, heavy feeling in Itachi's gut that is running distinctly separate from his boiling blood. The dread swirls in him, choking him even more than his brother's tongue. Maybe he should have stayed away longer because it clearly wasn't enough time to kill the weird, abnormal attachment between them.
A zing of lust rushes up through his body, grabbing a moan from his chest and pulling it out through his mouth. He finds himself kissing his younger brother back. Sasuke whines in delight when Itachi's lips and tongue start to interact. His tongue tries to press down even further into Itachi. He runs a hand under the hem of Itachi's shirt. His fingers run over the hills of his abs, up, until he finds a delicate nub. His knee creeps forward against the cushions and nudges into Itachi's growing cock.
And the dread floods over his body. Itachi twists his head, breaking the mouth-to-mouth. He gasps. Finding his strength in the pool of sickening mortification he pushes Sasuke's off him.
Sasuke stumbles over his not-cooperating feet and would fall if it weren't for Itachi lurching up to catch him. Itachi guides him to the couch and quickly lets go.
"Why'd you push me?" Sasuke demands.
"You're drunk."
"Exactly. Don't tell me you're afraid of taking advantage of me."
Itachi's cheeks burn.
"Come here," Sasuke commands.
"No."
"Please?"
"…"
"'Tachi?"
"I'm going to bed," Itachi says.
"No! Itachi, I've really missed you."
"…"
"Why are you mad?"
"You, little brother, are a moron."
"No I'm not!"
"Yes you are. But hopefully, god willing, you won't remember this."
"I'm not that drunk!"
"Really?" Itachi asks skeptically. "Go back to your boy toy Sasuke," he says voice hardening.
"He's not as pretty as you," Sasuke frowns.
Itachi stares at him.
"He's not," Sasuke says.
"What a shame," Itachi says irritated.
"Don't leave."
"Goodnight Sasuke."
"Itachi!" Sasuke pushes off the couch. "Please don't."
"Has begging ever worked on me?"
Sasuke seems to seriously consider the question. "Yes?" he guesses.
Itachi ignores him and climbs the stairs. His bedroom door slams shut and he can't find anything to blame it on but his shaking hands and anger at his brother, himself, and the world.
Sasuke stalks back outside enraged. He finds Naruto lying on his belly between two cheerleaders, Ino and Karui. His bright blue eyes grow concerned and scared when he sees Sasuke.
"You should come with me," Sasuke tells him.
Naruto scrambles up. "What's wrong?"
Sasuke makes a grab for his wrist but Naruto flinches away.
"Not here," he whispers. His nervous eyes shift in the firelight.
"Come on."
Sasuke starts to lead him towards the house.
"Wait," Naruto says catching on. "Why are we…?"
"You know why."
"Yeah," Naruto laughs nervously. "That's what I thought. Listen, we can't do that now."
"Why not?"
"Because half the football team, the entire soccer team, the few cool bandos, and all the hot cheerleaders are here? Plus some other people."
"So?"
"So…just. Not tonight okay?"
"You're a fucking coward, you know that?"
"Fuck you. It's not like anyone knows you're…"
"Gay?" Sasuke finishes.
Naruto shifts uncomfortably.
"Want me to start telling some stories from our childhood? That'll be good," Sasuke says nodding, fakely considering the prospect. "Of course, the locker room will never be the same knowing that their perfect quarterback likes to suck dick and let another guy-."
"Stop!"
"And let's not forget his favorite position," Sasuke continues cruelly. "Bent over, ass in the air-."
"Sasuke!" Naruto yells. "Shut the fuck up!" He sounds like he's on the verge of tears.
"-always crying for more, more."
"What. The. Fuck do you want?"
"Don't you know?"
"You're a bastard."
"I know."
Naruto glances back at the party. The hesitation satisfies something in Sasuke. He knows Naruto wants his dick. The alcohol is probably helping.
"They'll notice we're missing." Naruto's excuse sounds weaker by the second.
"Big deal."
"Maybe not to you."
"We'll be gone longer the longer you bitch."
"Fine! Let's go!" He storms ahead of Sasuke to the house.
Naruto pulls up abruptly when he gets to the patio deck. "Oh. Hi Itachi!" he greets cheerfully.
Sasuke glares at his brother. He's lounging in a deck chair under the white tea lights that drip from small trees. The demon cat that haunts their neighborhood is purring contentedly in his lap.
"Dude how'd you get her to not maul you?!" Naruto exclaims. "I didn't even know you were here."
"Just got back."
"I thought you going to sleep," Sasuke says icily.
"That was a lie. Because you, brother, have developed an irritating habit of doing stupid shit," his eyes flick at Naruto beneath the sparkling white lights, "and the exact opposite of what I tell you to do whenever you're upset. Didn't I tell you to behave?"
"Err, listen Sasuke, 'm gonna head back," Naruto edges away. "Good to see you Itachi," he says.
"Likewise Naruto," Itachi says smiling.
The blonde flees the icy daggers Sasuke is directing at his complacent brother. Itachi's smile drops as soon as his back is turned. "You shouldn't abuse your influence over him," Itachi says fixing Sasuke with a dark glare.
Sasuke shrugs.
"You're being childish," Itachi says.
"Why? Because I'm using sex and alcohol to try to forget the fact that I'm-," he stops that thought. "I'm sorry to play the role of cliché teenager. We can't all be like you."
"What are you?" Itachi asks. He rubs the cat's ears but looks Sasuke in the eye.
"In love. I'm in love. With you. But you know that."
"…"
"Say something," Sasuke hisses into the quiet night.
"Like what? What do you want me to say? Foolish little brother."
"Don't call me that," Sasuke says sullenly.
"Aren't you? God Sasuke, why would you-."
"You asked."
"Yes. I did," Itachi says tightly. "So now that you've said it what do you want me to do about it? Tell me you don't expect something good out of spewing a moronic statement like that."
Sasuke swallows.
"Have sex with me."
"Why?" Itachi asks not appearing surprised at the blunt request in the least. "Even if I did you wouldn't be satisfied. Since you were five you've been an attention whore. You always want control but you're just a child still scared shitless that nobody loves you."
"That's not true," Sasuke says stonily.
"Yes it is. Even if I had sex with you, you wouldn't let go of your obsession with me."
"Tell me you're not obsess with me too!" Sasuke challenges. "Maybe I am afraid but dammit you're even more so. If I've been an attention whore since I was five it's because I've loved you like this since I was four. And yes, it's fucking terrifying. I'm not stupid. I know what it means to be in love with my own fucking brother."
"You're not in love with me, you're just confused. Just holding on to the past."
"No!" Sasuke chokes. "That's not it. And you feel same way. I've seen how you watch me. You try to hide it but you're the same."
"No Sasuke," Itachi says in a warning tone. His fingers rub deeply in the cat's fur. "I may feel the same but unlike you, I'm not going to act like it's okay. It's messed up. And maybe it's my fault that you're fucked up too. I shouldn't have let you see my feelings for you when we were young. You were so young." He takes a deep breath. "So I'm sorry that we're both fucked up now but I can't stand looking at you like this because I can't help it."
"So why try to?"
There's no reply for long moments. The cat bats at Itachi's ponytail that hangs over his shoulder. He taps her paw and she noses his hand.
"Go back to your party. We're not discussing this again so find some other distraction- a willing one."
"Itachi…"
"Go Sasuke. I won't stop you whatever you do. That was wrong and selfish of me. I apologize."
"I love you."
"I know."
"Say it back," Sasuke growls.
"No. I don't want to encourage you any more than I have already these past years. Good night Sasuke."
A pale hand covers the mouth of Sasuke's drink as he's trying to get it to his mouth. Sasuke frowns at the intrusion.
"I think you're over your limit Uchiha."
Sasuke glares at his thwarter. The red headed Gaara. Gaara is a punk who always sticks near Naruto, despite their differences in everything. Sasuke tries to wrestle his drink away but Gaara doesn't relent. Sasuke gives up. Very un-Uchihaly. But Gaara is his teammate on the soccer team, the speedy and vicious forward he always looks to pass to. As the center-mid of his team Sasuke knows his entire teams' strengths and weaknesses. He's fully aware that the redhead isn't going to give up the fight anytime soon either.
Sill. Sasuke frowns, muddling through his thoughts. Gaara doesn't really have a right to take away his elixir. He aims a punch at Gaara's cheek, already cut from that week's game. Gaara catches his swing easily.
Sasuke growls.
Gaara's facial expressions don't even twitch. He tosses the drink out of reach and settles next to Sasuke. The fire gives his pale face a strange red hue.
"What are you doing?" Sasuke demands.
"If you don't settle down you'll start trouble for Naruto. Consider yourself under probation."
Sasuke gapes at him.
Gaara ignores him to stare rather blankly into the fire.
Sasuke watches him a little creeped out by the jade stare and unruffled teen. His eyes are lined with black and his lip is pierced. Sasuke can't process his appearance and personality into a single person. Gaara's eyes flicker. Sasuke pinpoints their new focus. Naruto. The blonde is placing his varsity courteously over the shoulders of a scantily clad Ino. She grins and places a lipsticked kiss on his lips. Naruto kisses back.
Sasuke is amused to find that Gaara cares more about the reciprocated gesture than Sasuke is.
"You're one too aren't you?" Sasuke smirks.
Gaara leans his weight back on his hands. "One what?"
"You're Naruto's best friend?"
Gaara shrugs.
"He's your best friend?"
"Yeah. Maybe."
Sasuke snorts at the 'maybe'.
"Do you fuck?" he asks Gaara.
"Who doesn't?"
"No, I mean, do you and Naruto fuck?"
Gaara gives him a look and Sasuke can't decipher if it's confused or curious or disgusted. "No."
"Does he know?"
"You know," Gaara smirks. "I really thought you'd be a sullen drunk. You are very talkative tonight."
"I'm bored."
"Don't pry into my business out of boredom."
Sasuke huffs. "I'm not really drunk."
"No?"
"No."
"Whatever you say," Gaara agrees smirking.
Sasuke's lips curl in annoyance. "Are you always clinging to him because you want his dick, or his ass?"
"Careful Uchiha," Gaara warns darkly. "I won't rise to your bait for Naruto's sake but if you talk loud any louder and embarrass him in any way I'm going to rearrange your pretty face. And in your current state that will be easy."
"Fuck you," Sasuke hisses. "He doesn't even want your help."
"Fuck you," Gaara returns emotionlessly. "He's not like he needs you either. And if I ever find out he no longer wants you, whatever shit you've been pulling will end."
Sasuke glares at him.
Gaara picks himself off the ground. "I'll see you at practice Sasuke. And don't even think about drinking any more."
Sasuke continues to glare at his retreating back hatefully.
He defiantly ignores the punk's advice.
Naruto is sitting in the middle of a group of people, happy to be making them laugh at his wild stories. He feels a particular pleasure at the two cheerleaders clinging and giggling close to him. Not that he likes them. They're pretty enough but Naruto is, frustratingly, not attracted to them. He pushes down the rolling anxiety he feels in his stomach whenever the realization that he has to hide this side of himself surfaces. He likes being liked too much to consider the alternative.
A shadow falls on him and he trails off in the middle of a sentence.
"Uh, hey Sasuke."
Sasuke smirks and crouches down in front of him. "Hi Naruto." The name drops from his heavy tongue. "You should come with me."
"Now?"
He leans in closer. "Now."
"Sasuke sit here," Ino orders patting the grass beside her.
Sasuke doesn't spare a glance for her.
Gaara appears behind Sasuke muttering under his breath. "Five seconds. I take my eyes off him for five fucking seconds…"
Sasuke spares a glare for him.
"What're you saying Gaara?" Karui wonders.
"My patience, Naruto, is very small," Sasuke reminds him.
"Hey, you can't just order people around like that Sasuke," Kiba puts in.
"Can't I?" Sasuke returns icily. "Naruto, please inform everyone of what I am and am not capable of."
"Don't be a prick," Naruto growls.
"I'll take care of him," Gaara says mostly to Naruto.
"Tempting, but I think I'd like-."
Gaara yanks on his shoulder, his irritation trumping the potential consequence of touching him.
"Hey!" Sasuke tumbles on to his butt.
"Holy shit, this is great!" Kiba bursts out laughing. "Someone get a camera on this. I've never seen him drunk."
"Way ahead of you," Karui says cackling.
"Hey! No video," Naruto frowns and bats Karui's phone down.
"Aww…"
"Come on Uchiha," Naruto says resignedly. He picks him off the ground. Gaara follows behind like a shadow.
"You're so smart, Uzamaki. I bet your parents are sooo proud. You know- putting aside your inclinations."
Naruto delivers a swift fist to his gut.
"Oomph!" Sasuke doubles over, groaning in his inebriation.
"I have had it with you and your fucking mouth!" Naruto shouts.
"Naruto should I..?
"No Gaara just leave us alone for a bit."
"Yes go away Sabaku. Before I let slip Naruto's-."
It's Gaara who punches him in the gut this time."
"Gaara!
"What?"
"You can't do that!"
"You did."
"Yeah but I'm…he won't kill me for it tomorrow.
"I'm kind of doubting that he'll remember."
"Still. You shouldn't punch him, he's obviously drunk, and he-."
"Doesn't know what he's saying? I know. But he's annoying."
"God," Sasuke gasps out. "You two are both chickenshit. Always hiding and being afraid. Is it really something to be so ashamed of? Is it even fair to be ashamed of it? I really fucking hate all of you."
"Ignore him Naruto."
"I know. He's just a jackass."
"But I'm right."
"No, you're thrusting your own insecurities and self-hate onto Naruto. Grow the fuck up Uchiha."
"Gaara, please just…"
"I hate people like you," Sasuke tells Naruto. "You know what you want but you're too afraid to admit it."
"Come on," Naruto says.
"Stop! Let me go!" Sasuke screams.
"Sasuke shut up!" Naruto says urgently.
"Let go!"
Naruto releases his arm.
"I changed my mind. Just leave me alone. You aren't worth my time."
Gaara's anger flares on behalf of his friend. He can feel Naruto's reaction to the comment that hit at his heart.
"I don't think you're okay to be on your own," Naruto says quietly.
"God Naruto," Gaara groans in a barely inflected, breathy voice. "He deserves whatever he gets."
"Why are you still here?" Sasuke asks balefully. His question is ignored.
"I can't just leave him like this."
"Why not?"
"Something's wrong with him."
"He's an ass?"
"Noo, I mean he's been weird tonight. I think something happened."
Sasuke punches the blonde. Well he tries to. "Nothing happened!" He yells and storms away and into the house.
"Huh," Gaara says. "I think you're right. What happened?"
"Dunno."
Itachi wakes when a cold body slips into his bed. He looks at the clock. 4:51.
"What the hell Sasuke?" He shoves a palm into his brother's face.
Sasuke picks the hand off his face and holds it between his. "I'm not doing anything," he mumbles. "Just let me sleep okay? Please?"
"You're drunk," Itachi sighs. His fingers brush the tangly hair from Sasuke's face.
"Mm. Not enough." He nuzzles his head into Itachi's shoulder.
"Get out!" Itachi snaps.
Sasuke's head flops back and forth. God is it heavy. Is his head always this heavy? "Too tired."
"Hmph." Itachi tugs his hand back and lies down facing away from the drunken teen. Immediately Sasuke wraps an arm around his middle. A foot worms its way between Itachi's ankles and a cool body presses into Itachi's back.
"Love you." Sasuke sighs.
"Wish you didn't," Itachi whispers.
Sasuke groans at the light hitting his eyes. But the noise hurts his ears. He buries his head beneath blankets. The strong, mouth-watering scent of Itachi wakes him. He inhales the blankets deeply. His eyes slit open.
He's alone in Itachi's bed.
There's a glass of water and a couple aspirins on the nightstand. He sits up slowly, head hanging low over his knees. He swallows the offering. He leaves the heavenly bed and pads downstairs.
"Itachi?" he calls quietly.
The house is silent.
Sasuke whips around quicker than he should and looks out into the driveway. Itachi's car is gone. His bookbag is absent as well.
"Bastard," Sasuke says to the empty house.
"Sasuke?" Naruto peaks in the front door after knocking and getting no answer. The raven is bowed over, sitting on the staircase. "Sasuke?" Naruto approaches the raven. "You sounded kinda awful on the phone. I'm sorry I couldn't come right away but I was with some friends. What's wrong? And I'm sorry you were angry last night, I-"
Sasuke reaches up and draws Naruto's head down. His lips move over Naruto's gaining momentum and desperation and lust. A claw latches on to Naruto's wrist and he's dragged up the stairs unceremoniously.
Sasuke pulls him into a bedroom and tosses him on to the bed.
"Sasuke?" he questions nervously. Sasuke ignores him pulling his shirt off over his head. "Isn't this Itachi's room?"
Sasuke pushes Naruto and crawls above him.
"Just shut up okay?" Sasuke requests in a quiet, rough voice.
"Um, mmh!"
A biting kiss ends the discussion. Trapped beneath Sasuke and attended to by his various skills Naruto forgets his questions and any protests.
