Guess what, I am not dead. Well, there was a little writer's block and vacation…My biggest fear is that one day I might run out of ideas. There is still some up in my sleeve, so no worries! Hmm, I wanted to make a darker story with an emotionally disabled Sasuke. I have written about stepbrothers before, but this time I thought that I should make it from the little brother's point of view. The end might be a little different too although a happy one, of course. Tell me what you think or if you find this is as shitty as hell :D
Please do not flame (I do not find a reason for it so you better not either). I apologize for the possible misspellings and other errors.
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Pairing: Naruto x Sasuke / Sasuke x Naruto
Summary: You were the one to choose me, but why cannot your love reach me? Sasuke and Naruto are stepbrothers until something changes drastically in the midst of the night. You stupid, stupid Sasuke. M For SEX.
Disclaimer: I have no rights over the characters or what so ever (do not sue me Mr. Kishimoto), I am just loaning them and returning to the rightful owner (Mr. Kishimoto).
Eyes Wide Open
I can hear the sounds of sweaty flesh smacking against sweaty flesh. Little moans and groans echo in the otherwise silent room and the moisture makes the windows steamy. The brushing of hair, skin on skin and the rustle make me wrap the pillow more tightly around my head and ears. Only the curtain separates me and the tingling sensation of having a girl panting harshly and wet on top of you.
I am on the wrong side of the curtain - my brother on the other hand has it all. I know the girl; she goes to our school and is the same age as him. I know without seeing that her pink hair is messy and sticking to her face. I know when she has an orgasm, since she lets out little purring sounds while riding my brother's cock. She always tops and rides him like a cowgirl; her perky nipples pointing straight at the wall in front of her. But she is not the only one, they come in different shapes and sizes - he likes to try them all. She does not know that. I hope she never will, I like her.
I remember the girl with humongous breasts and how they slapped against her stomach while he did her from behind. The sounds she made where rough, ugly and nothing like Sakura's. Sakura, the pink strawberry…in those mornings she would pass my part of the room to head for the shower a towel rapped around her gorgeous body. Her scent was always flowery and her skin like cream and sometimes I saw that fine line of white liquid ran down the back of her thigh. She smiled at me, greeted with her rosy lips and her cheeks were always a little flushed. In the meantime I would always get dressed and tried to look more decent for her sake.
Those mornings were always ruined by a hoarse groan coming from behind the curtain. You should get up, I sigh and make my bed. Naruto, the voice murmurs with a broken tune and he opens the curtain slightly. You are wearing my jeans, he snarls and I just look at him dumbfounded. Just this once Sasuke, cannot I just this once borrow these, I ask him irritated. It is not like you were going to wear these today anyway, I murmur at him. He climbs from the bed reeking of sex and pleasure. Give me those jeans, he orders and roams towards me. I hate you, I snap at him and he just makes a remark that he chose me. I know that, but it still dispirits me.
Violently he pushes me on my bed so that I hit my elbow against the wall. He crawls on top of me and straddles me with his muscular thighs. You are squashing me, I whine and he says that he knows that. He squishes some more and starts to unbutton my pants. Go to hell, I scream and try to prevent him from pulling my jeans off. He does it anyway. Now I have only my T-shirt and boxers on when Sakura walks in fresh as the lady spring herself. Sasuke has put on his -my- jeans on looks at me with arrogant eyes. I feel humiliated.
I want some breakfast, he says like nothing happened and heads downstairs. I am curled up in a ball on my bed and suddenly feel so tired. Why did you choose me? Sakura stays in the room and slowly and carefully comes to sit on my bed. Did he tease you again, she smiles sadly. I am sorry, she says and ruffles my hair. She gets up from the bed and follows her boyfriend downstairs. Her scent keeps lingering in the air and I have to muffle the anger and frustration. Soon I follow those too only to greet my mother in the kitchen making pancakes.
The air is filled with the scent of syrup, sugar and fresh, delicious pancakes. Naruto, how many do you want, she chirps like a little bird - like those which sit on my windowsill. A sparrow. I smile at her and tell her I would like as many as she wants to give me. I know that makes her happy. Her smile radiates as she loads my plate with the delicious round little things. Then Sasuke kicks me in the leg and orders me to pass him the syrup. I throw it at him and boy, does he look pissed. Boys, boys, do not fight - we have guests, mother smiles and I am off the hook. For now at least. Sakura and mother are talking lively, but my dear brother only stares at me with his pitch-black eyes. I stare back at him with my own blue eyes filled with something he probably does not understand and never will.
I am always reminded about the fact that Sasuke picked me…he is not my biological brother nor is this my real family. I do not know anything about my biological parents or whether I had any siblings. I was left on the stairs of an orphanage and I stayed in that mansion about a year or something. Then came the Uchiha family with their little son Sasuke in order to find him a sister or a brother. Mother could not have any more kids and having Sasuke was already a miracle so they decided to adopt a younger sibling so that Sasuke would not be lonely.
Our parents travel a lot and they already did so many years ago. I am always told how little chocolate-eyed Sasuke had pointed my cradle and told everyone that I was the one he wanted. Our parents were a bit awestruck since Sasuke had not even looked at the other children and did not do it afterwards either - just pointed at me. How determent he was already at that age, everyone always say. Till today I have not understood why he chose me, since his actions towards me have never been indicating that I am special. I always feel so detached from everything as if this is not my family, not my house, not my anything and I watch it all from far above. And Sasuke's eyes have turned from chocolate to coal.
I stopped asking Sasuke a ride to school a long time ago, since he would not simply let me even touch that precious motor cat of his. So, every morning I take my bike from the garage and follow his exhaust gas trail, which is like an expensive ornament on the street. I arrive at school ten minutes later than them and I see Sasuke leaning towards Sakura and giving her that look. I know the look, I bet every girl does. It is promising, seducing and mysterious, but I think that behind those eyes of his there is absolutely nothing. I would even say that he is emotionally disabled, but then again - I have never actually spend time with him so much that I could have any inner circle information.
People know that and they do not bother me with Sasuke anymore. Well, some do but mostly I am left alone. I am so happy I do not have to interact with him at school…although sometimes when we get off school at the same time, he drives slowly enough so that he and I are abreast. He keeps his windows open and plays that crappy music so loud that my ears hurt. If I try to speed up he follows right after so I still have to listen to that stuff all the way home. I do not know whether he thinks it is funny or something. If so, he has the lousiest sense of humour I know. I love my family, I really do - but I do not want to live in this nonexistence where everything tastes like nothing and the aftertaste is even worse; it leaves totally empty.
Again we had a fight over the simplest of tings; something about not leaving clothes lying on the ground or something quite similar. I have always hated how he thinks the world is supposed to revolve around him and him only. That arrogant bastard and his nonchalant smile, which has died a horrible death on his lips. The fight becomes physical as he presses my body into the mattress with his whole weight. He has my hands tied behind my back and the pain gets a new meaning when he bites my ear until it bleeds.
He gets something out of this, only his sick mind would get something out of this and I can feel him hard against my lower back. I do not know whether it is because of the situation or because he is going to score with Sakura tonight, but I still feel disgusted. The pillow suffocates all the more. He laughs dryly and just before standing up, he ruffles my hair. The weight disappears as same as Sasuke's body warmth, but I keep lying still. A great sigh escapes my lips as I decide to go to bed and sleep late till noon. I wish I would fall asleep before the night routine of his begins all over again.