Part I
That kid was dynamite. He was blowing up people's minds.
When he was 7, everyone said he was a cute little boy, but they had no idea he was a devil in disguise.
When he was 13, all the girls were crazy about him, but he was too stupid to understand what that meant.
Now, at the age of 15, Sasuke finally became aware of the incredible power he had.
Whenever he was walking on the street, everyone stared at him, pussies getting wet, dicks getting hard, and brains turning into jelly. Day and night everyone in Konoha thought about, drooled at the fantasy of, dreamed about, and craved for what was inside Sasuke's pants. And as soon as he realized what a priceless treasure he had in there, he discovered that it was a powerful weapon, and he didn't hesitate to use it in order to get the only thing he truly wanted, the thing that was blowing up his own mind, and that thing was…
"Itachi!"
Itachi trembled and turned around to see Sasuke standing at the kitchen door.
"So there you are, Itachi. Why didn't you show up at the training ground? Dad was teaching me a new jutsu and wanted you to help me, now he's mad at you."
Itachi watched his little brother enter the kitchen. Sasuke seemed to be tired and thirsty, heated and still panting from the training.
"Man, it's hot here."
Sasuke slowly pulled up his sweat drenched shirt, revealing more and more soft flawless skin and perfectly shaped muscles, then he threw it away. He did that in a teasing way, as if he was doing striptease. Then he took a bottle of mineral water from the fridge and started drinking, streaks of water running down his chin and his bare chest, glittering on his skin as he was standing in the sunlight that came through the window. Then he just poured the rest of the water on his head. Itachi gulped and shifted uncomfortably. Sasuke shook his head and the wet strands of his black hair swayed wildly, splattering sparkling water drops all over the room. Obviously this wasn't enough to cool him.
"Damn, it's really hot here."
He took from the fridge a handful of ice cubes and rubbed them on his chest, shivering and hissing at the contact of the cold ice with his heated skin. Itachi's eyes widened, his jaw dropped.
Sasuke was done cooling himself and headed to the door, but before he left the room he turned around and winked at Itachi, the corner of his lips slightly tilted upwards.
"I look good, don't I?" Then he went out, leaving poor Itachi alone, dumbfounded, and hard.
'That idiot!' Itachi thought. 'Why he has to be so hot? Oh god, why you had to make him so hot, damn it?'
At that moment Mikoto rushed in the room, and when she saw the puddle of water on the floor and Itachi standing there with an idiotic expression on his face, she yelled "What have you done here, god damn it, look at that! Go get a mop and clean that mess, for god's sake!" Then she angrily stormed out of the room.
Itachi sighed. It was too obvious his father had been a little too busy lately and hadn't paid her much attention. And Itachi knew damn well his mother's mood was fucking unbearable when she wasn't properly fucked.
...
It was time for dinner and Itachi pretended he didn't notice the glares Sasuke was giving him across the table. Dirty, slutty glares. Sasuke was playing with his heavy ring, sliding it almost off his finger, then pushing it back, then he held the ring firmly and pushed his finger back and forth, shoving it faster and faster, staring straight at Itachi's eyes, malicious smile curving his lips. For a minute Itachi was mesmerized by the movement of Sasuke's finger through the shiny metal, and Sasuke's dark heavy gaze that pierced his mind and burned it to ashes. Then he coughed and looked away.
Itachi Uchiha had a very difficult life. Everyone's attention was directed at him, everyone had big expectations, everyone admired his skills, to the others he was an example to follow and they considered him perfect. He was the pride of the Uchiha clan. And the pride of the Uchiha clan was so not supposed to fuck his brother, no matter how fuckable his brother's ass was. If they knew what efforts it took him to hold back… And the fact that he was his little brother's obsession didn't make things easier. At all. The damn kid was saying some sick bullshit whenever he saw him, and slapped his ass every time he passed by him in the corridor. Itachi had punched him and kicked him for doing this, but Sasuke continued to do it, no matter what.
On the next day they were in the car, going home, coming back from god knows where. The whole family together. Mom, dad, Itachi, and Sasuke. Idyllic. Itachi found it very uncomfortable to be on the back seat, sitting too close to Sasuke. And Sasuke found it very comfortable that Fugaku and Mikoto were too busy with their stupid conversation and didn't look back at all.
Naughty fingertips brushed Itachi's leg, then briefly moved to the inner side of his thigh and started crawling upwards.
"Shit!" Itachi pushed away Sasuke's hand and nervously looked at their parents to see if they had noticed anything, but they weren't paying attention.
The playful fingers didn't waste more time and reached straight for the bulge in Itachi's pants, pressing and squeezing it.
"Sasuke, stop it!"
"Itachi, what's going on there?" Mikoto's curious voice made him tremble.
"Uh… nothing, nothing really."
Five peaceful minutes. And then…
"Damn it, Sasuke, I said stop it!" Itachi gripped Sasuke's hand, squeezed it hard and removed it, then he punched him.
"Ouch, nii-san, that hurts!"
Mikoto turned her head to see what was all that about. Sasuke whined "Mother, I did nothing wrong. He started hitting me for no reason. I knew it, he hates me."
"Itachi, how many times do I have to tell you to treat him better? He's your little brother, after all."
'That's the fucking problem!' Itachi thought. 'If he wasn't my brother…'
Another five peaceful minutes. And then…
This time Itachi didn't dare to say or do anything because they would ask him questions and he wouldn't know what to tell them. He couldn't tell them the truth. 'The little slut is touching my dick' was definitely not the most appropriate thing to say to his parents. He tried to stay still, no matter what, hoping they wouldn't notice all the action on the back seat.
Sasuke's fingers were rubbing intensely the growing bulge in Itachi's pants. Itachi squirmed and tried to muffle a whimper. When the naughty fingers slipped in his pants and wrapped around his already hardened dick, stroking it gently, it was damn difficult not to make any sound. And on top of that Fugaku thought this was the right moment to ask Itachi about his last mission.
"I… I… er…" Itachi's voice was trembling. "Er… I… can't tell… it's… it's…"
Poor Itachi could hardly form any words, right now his world consisted only of the devilish fingers on his dick and the mesmerizing sadistic shine in Sasuke's eyes.
"Ah… er… aah… it's… it's… classified… I… er… can't tell…"
That was enough to make them stop paying attention to him.
When they finally arrived at their house, Itachi rushed to his room, Sasuke following right behind him.
"Where are you going, nii-san? I know what you're going to do. You don't need to do it alone, you know."
Itachi stormed in his room, slammed the door in Sasuke's face and locked it. He leaned on the door and briefly unzipped his pants. He didn't want to resort to such a thing, but he had to do it right now, immediately, otherwise he would burst.
Sasuke pressed himself to the other side of the door, carefully listening to the sounds coming from the room. He could hear heavy breathing getting faster and faster. A vicious smile appeared on his face.
"You're touching it right now, nii-san, I know you are. I can imagine your big delicious dick throbbing in your hand. I can do it for you, you know."
"Shut the fuck up and go away, damn it!" a desperate trembling voice could be heard behind the locked door.
"Oh, nii-san, you want me so bad, don't deny it. Why are you so stubborn? Eh… fine then. If you won't let me fuck your dick, I'll fuck your mind." And then Itachi heard the most teasing and lustful velvety voice whispering words that burned his ears and melted his brain.
"Well, Itachi, imagine how my soft pink lips that you want so much press to the tip of your huge dick that I want to taste, and my tongue slipps out and licks the head in swirls."
Sasuke laughed quietly when he heard heavy panting and a moan. He went on.
"Yeah, moan for me, nii-san, I'll make you scream. Now imagine that I slowly take more and more of it in my mouth until all of it is inside. My throat is pressing it hard… oh yeah, moan, moan for me…"
The moans got louder. Itachi thought it was sick, but he couldn't stop. The teasing voice was driving him mad and he moved his hand faster and faster.
"Yeah, Itachi, moan louder, I'll make you come. Imagine how I suck it hard. I want to lick every part of it. Now imagine how you thrust it in me, in my horny ass, it's so warm and soft inside. I know cause I've touched it myself. It's so hot and tight, and it can be all yours if…"
"Aaaaah… aaaah… oh"
"You can't hold it any more, right, nii-san? Come… come for me, Itachi, imagine how tight it is, how hard it sucks you in… yeah, come for me."
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah"
"You're done, nii-san? Good. Now I'm going to do the same, I'll have some fun by myself, and I know that you'll imagine me doing it, and you can't help it."
Itachi slid himself down the door and collapsed on the floor. The world finally stopped spinning and his breathing slowed down. He strained his ears, and when he heard no indications that Sasuke was at the door, he carefully went out and to the bathroom. On his way back he passed by Sasuke's room and some noises attracted his attention. He stopped.
"Aaah… aaah… aah… oh… Itachi… yeah… aaaaaaaaaaaah." And then silence. Itachi shivered and ran back to his own room. He was hard again. And curious about what exactly Sasuke imagined when jacking off.
...
And now we'll have a break. This is the moment when you can drink a glass of water if your mouth is dry, wipe the blood from your nose, or the saliva from your keyboard. Or do something else, if you need it so bad. *wink* Or just rest and relax, or have some food. And now Pein is here to entertain you during the break
Pein: *coughing and clearing his throat, then singing* I'm singing in the rain, just singing in the rain, what a glorious feeling, I'm happy again…
Me: Ouch, don't poke me with that stupid umbrella, damn it!
Pein: I'm singing and dancing in the rain…
Me: Wow, I had no idea he could dance like that, it's just like in the movie. Whatever. End of the break.
...
"No, Itachi, you can't refuse. Not this time. You see, someone has to train the kid, and I'm busy. You will teach him that new jutsu, and that's it!" Saying that, Fugaku left. Mikoto was waiting for him, sprawled on the large bed in their room.
Itachi sighed. Great! What was he going to do now?
All the way to the training ground Sasuke didn't shut his dirty mouth.
"Do you want to know what I think of when I touch myself?"
"No, Sasuke, I really don't. I don't care."
"Oh, come on, I know you're curious, and I know you know that I think about you when I touch my awesome, big, perfectly shaped dick that you dream of. You wanna taste it, don't you?"
Itachi stopped and slapped Sasuke face. "Shut up, you little annoying slut! Shut the fuck up, or I'll beat the crap out of you!"
Sasuke laughed. That sweet teasing laughter. "Oh, you want to spank me? That's exactly what I think about. Your firm strong hand smacking my bare ass."
"Idiot! Shut up!"
They were already at the training ground. Itachi stopped and started wondering how the hell they were going to train, and how he could handle this stupid situation. Then he heard a moan coming from behind his back, and Sasuke's voice whispering "And I'm sure you wanna know what it looks like when I touch myself."
Itachi turned around only to see Sasuke leaning on a tree, his pants unzipped, his fingers firmly wrapped around his dick, growing desire flashing in his eyes, and his dick growing in his hand. It really was big and perfectly shaped just as Sasuke had said.
"Take me… Itachi, fuck me now!"
"No! Damn it, no!"
Itachi was running through the forest like mad, trying to get away as fast as possible, away from that temptation. He almost felt like crying, he wanted Sasuke so much, but it was wrong. It was wrong, but the desire for it was tearing him apart. Every part of his body was screaming to be touched by Sasuke's naughty fingers, kissed by his sweet lips, and the thought of the soft, hot flesh inside Sasuke's body… eh, it made his brain explode.
"Damn!" Sasuke angrily kicked the tree he had been leaning on minutes ago. 'Being alone with him in the forest didn't work. That moral bastard. His fucking fake morality. Who are you trying to deceive, you moron? I know you want it as much as I do.' He kicked the tree a few more times, then he stopped and smirked. 'So he's trying to be the tough guy who can resist anything, huh? Well, let's see is he tough enough. Time for plan B.'
...
Itachi could hardly resist the urge to yawn. Finally Fugaku finished his lecture about the expectations he had, Itachi's duties, the plans Fugaku had for Itachi's future, and so on and so on. Bored to death, Itachi stood up and went to his room. He stopped in front of the door, bewildered. He could hear some music. Music in his room? That was weird. He could even hear the words of the song…
"Wanting, needing, waiting
for you to justify my love"
Yeah, he knew that song, but what the hell… He opened the door…
"Hoping, praying
for you to justify my love"
He opened the door only to find Sasuke dancing on his bed.
"Yearning, burning
for you to justify my love"
Sasuke was dressed in some odd red leather outfit that revealed all the interesting parts of his body. He gave Itachi the most dirty look ever, and continued to dance, licking his lips, swaying his hips, and writhing his body in the most seductive way. His fingers were sliding up and down his body, touching his nipples and his cock that was already as hard as a rock.
Itachi froze and every cell in his body squirmed. The gorgeous scene was burning his eyes, the words of the song were burning his ears.
"What are you gonna do?
Talk to me, tell me your dreams
am I in them?
Tell me your fears
Are you scared?"
Itachi could feel the taste of the blood pouring from his nose, and the streak of saliva running down his chin. He could hear Sasuke's moans, mixed with the words of the song.
"Poor is the man
whose pleasures depend
on the permission of another
Love me, that's right, love me"
Sasuke turned his back on him and swayed his hips. The way his naked butt was moving drove Itachi crazy. Then Sasuke bent down, grabbing the cheeks of his ass to open it, exposing himself completely. The song went on…
"I'm open and ready
for you to justify my love"
Itachi couldn't take it anymore. He made a few steps back until he was in the corridor, then he slammed the door and rushed to the bathroom. He stood under the icy cold shower until he could think clearly again.
to be continued
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Author's comment
Haha, this chapter is insane. Just you wait to see the next three chapters. Um, yeah, little Sasu is too irresistible. Poor Itachi.
The song at the end is "Justify my love" by Madonna, I guess you all know it. And what Pein is singing during the break is from that old movie "Singing in the rain", you know, when it's raining and that guy is dancing on the street with that umbrella… Eh-hm, just couldn't resist to make Pein-chan do it.
Oh well, and now about the characters…
Tobi: *singing and swaying his hips* Wanting… er… waiting… for you…
Me: No one wants to see that! Where the hell did you come from, you're not in the fic! *kicks Tobi out of the comment* Ah, where was I? Oh, the characters. Well, they belong to Masashi Kishimoto…
Tobi: *comes back naked* Tobi can do the dirty dance!
Me: Give me that! *takes Pein's umbrella and starts hitting Tobi like mad*