Take me nii-san part I
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'My head will burst.'
Itachi was in his room, tired of the mission he had just completed. Now he had a few minutes to be alone, there was nothing to attract his attention, and various unwanted thoughts were bothering him. He stretched his back, rubbed his eyes and shook his head. The thoughts didn't want to go away.
'Damn kid. Damn devilish kid.'
He lay in the bed and closed his eyes, trying to relax.
"Itachi, it's time for dinner." His mother's voice pierced the silence.
He trembled. Crap! Now he was supposed to sit at the table together with the whole family and pretend he was happy to be there. It never worked anyway, he wasn't good at fake smiling. His parents had made the conclusion that the kid was a cold-hearted weirdo, but it didn't matter to them as long as he was a perfect shinobi.
Sometimes he really wanted to kill them. There was only one he didn't want to kill. The one that was killing him.
"Itachi, hurry up, the food is getting cold, everyone's waiting."
There was no way out of it, he had to go there and join them. His mother and his father. And damn little Sasuke… who always smiled to him. That irritating smile on his cute little face. He would be there at the table, eating his dinner and doing all these bothering things. Why that kid couldn't eat his soup in a normal way? Without sucking the spoon and licking his sweet pink lips all the time. But why this was bothering Itachi so much? That was a very interesting question, but Itachi didn't want to think about it. He knew the answer was something he wouldn't like.
"Itachi!"
Oh how much he hated them. All of them. All but one. That damn kid. It was impossible to hate him.
Itachi stood up reluctantly and got out of his room and into the corridor. He stopped in front of the door and just stood there for a minute. He could see their silhouettes behind it and hear their voices. His father was saying some bullshit again, his mother was asking pointless questions, and then… that sound. That sound that always made him tremble. Sasuke's laughter. He sighed, then he slid the door, and…
"Nii-san!"
That smile. That destructive smile, destructive to his mind, destructive to his sanity. Why he spent so much time thinking about Sasuke's smile? That was weird. He sat at the table, trying to look away from the cute smiling face.
"Nii-san, are you busy tomorrow?"
"Yes, Sasuke, I'm busy." Itachi said it coldly, looking down at his bowl of soup, as if there was something very interesting in there. For some time he ate silently, concentrated on the soup, trying to ignore the boring conversations the others had. Finally he couldn't resist the urge and looked up. Damn! The small pink tongue slipped out and licked a plump upper lip. Itachi shivered. He wanted to look away, but he couldn't. Three long minutes of torture passed. Then he heard Mikoto's irritated voice. "Sasuke, stop playing with your spoon, you're supposed to eat the soup, not the spoon. Itachi, are you all right?"
Everyone looked at him.
"I'm fine, I'm just tired, that's all."
Soon Sasuke had eaten all of his dinner, Itachi had barely touched his food.
"Mom, what's the dessert?" Mikoto smiled. "Ice-cream."
Shit! Not the damn ice-cream!
Itachi helplessly watched how Sasuke stretched his small arm to take the bowl of ice-cream, then dipped the spoon in it, and then… Sasuke never merely ate the ice-cream, for some stupid reason he licked it off the spoon. The pink pips parted, the moist tongue slipped out and made a long lick, then the lips parted more, and the spoon slowly went inside, then moved back and forth. Itachi squealed quietly and squirmed. He couldn't take it any more. He briefly stood up and turned around to leave the room.
"Itachi, are you sure you're all right?" His mother's caring voice made him grit his teeth with anger. Right now he wanted to slap her face.
"Mother, I'm fine. I'm just not hungry."
"But, my dear, you don't look well, you don't eat and you're squirming. Do you have a stomach ache?"
"I said I'm not hungry, damn it!" he yelled and ran out of the room, hearing his father shout after him "Itachi, you don't have to be so rude!"
A minute later Itachi was lying on his bed again, staring at the ceiling. 'Why? Why, damn it? What's wrong with me?'
Sasuke's heart sank when his older brother yelled and rushed out of the room. Great, now he wasn't able even to look at him. Somehow the ice-cream wasn't tasty anymore.
Later, Sasuke was in his bed, trying to fall asleep. It didn't work and he was just lying there, his eyes wide open in the dark.
'He doesn't want to train with me, he doesn't want to talk to me, he doesn't even look at me. What am I doing wrong?'
Most of the time Sasuke was thinking about his brother. Secretly he took every opportunity to look at him. He wasn't merely looking at him, he was devouring him with all his senses, every beautiful line of Itachi's face, the trembling of his long eyelashes when he blinked, the movement of his lips when he spoke, the soft shine of his skin, the sound of his voice, so deep and… Sasuke wasn't sure what was the word that best described it. When someone's voice makes you feel something warm in your stomach and sends slight shivers all over your body, and it makes you want to touch him, and if you can't touch him, it makes you want to touch yourself, and…
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He was out in the corridor. He made a few uncertain steps, then the wooden floor creaked under his feet and he froze for a second, then walked further.
There he was, finally in front of the door of Itachi's room. He strained his ears and when he heard the even breathing of a person who was asleep, he carefully slid the door open.
It was very early in the morning, most of the darkness had gone away, and Sasuke could see Itachi's face. The sun was still below the horizon and the twilight made the lines of Itachi's body look even softer and the idea of touching his skin even more desirable.
Sasuke was kneeling beside the bed, his eyes wide open, not wanting to miss even the smallest detail. He raised a trembling hand, and when it was just inches from Itachi's face, he stopped for a second and gasped. Then his fingertips lightly brushed the velvety skin of Itachi's cheek. It was so soft. The contact made Sasuke shiver with delight. Itachi's body was covered only to the half, and Sasuke carefully ran his fingers down Itachi's bare chest. He held his squeal. Itachi shifted and half opened his eyes. Sasuke froze for a second, then he briefly sneaked out of the room.
'Mmmm, that touch… so gentle and pleasant,' Itachi thought, slowly opening his eyes, still half asleep. 'What was that? Sasuke's face?' He blinked a few times. It was gone. 'It must have been a dream. Why am I always dreaming about him?'
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"Sasuke!" Itachi was fiercely knocking on the bathroom door. "It takes you forever to get out of there. There are other people who want to use the bathroom, damn it! I'll be late for the mission. What the hell are you doing?"
Sasuke's back was pressed against the bathroom door, his fingers were wrapped around his little cock ( now he's just a kid, so it will grow, don't worry ), his eyes were closed, the image of Itachi's face and body was in his mind, and the memory of what touching Itachi's skin felt like. The sound of Itachi's voice made things even worse, now he was too turned on, he couldn't stop.
"Sasuke!"
'Yeah…' Sasuke thought. 'Say my name again, nii-san…'
"Damn it, Sasuke!"
What the hell was that? Itachi could swear he could hear Sasuke panting, and… a moan.
"You damn little… Sasuke, are you touching yourself?"
"Mmmmm"
Itachi heard a few more moans, heavy breathing and a gasp. Then the door opened and he saw Sasuke's bright red face for a second, before the boy ran away as fast as he could.
Itachi entered in the bathroom and closed the door. 'That damn little moron… oh crap!' He looked down at his pants. There was a massive bulge in there. Why the thought of Sasuke touching himself made him so hard?
He quickly unzipped his pants. The image of Sasuke's lips flashed through his mind. No. He wasn't going to think about him right now. He was supposed to think about something that wasn't so wrong. He tried to imagine a girl. Yeah, a girl with large bres-… Sasuke's lips, Sasuke's lips, Sasuke's lips, the wet little tongue… That damn image was stuck in his mind and ruined every attempt to think of something else. Fine then. He surrendered to the image of the soft lips and the tongue licking the ice-cream off the spoon, no, now it wasn't the spoon, he let his imagination play, now it was his own large cock, the tongue rolling on the tip, the lips wrapping around it, it must be so wet and warm inside Sasuke's mouth…
"Aaaaaaah" He felt the warm white liquid spill on his fingers. Still shivering, he sat on the edge of the tub and closed his eyes. He sat like that for a minute, leaning his head on his palm and covering his eyes in shame. Then he realized his hand was still dirty and when he looked at the mirror, he saw his face covered in his own cum. He felt miserable and pathetic. Dirty and disgusting.
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Itachi approached the front door of their house, dragging his feet. He went inside and everyone looked at him, his weary face, his torn clothes, his dirty hair drenched in blood, not his blood. His own blood dripping from the few cuts he had received. Sasuke watched the thick red drops fall on the clean floor.
"Itachi…" Mikoto's voice trembled. She just couldn't get used to it. The way he looked when returning from a mission.
"Mother, just leave me alone." He headed for the bathroom. She just stared at the floor and the trace of small red spots, then she went to take a mop.
A few minutes later Sasuke was hiding in his bedroom. The door was just slightly open, so that he could see outside. Spying on Itachi was his favourite occupation. He watched Itachi coming out of the bathroom. He was wrapped in a towel, wet black strands of hair were sticking to his face, tiny streaks of water running down his bare chest. Sasuke sighed. Now, when all the blood was gone, Itachi didn't look so scary any more, now he looked beautiful. Itachi entered his own room and closed the door. Sasuke sighed again. Sometimes he wondered what thoughts were rushing through his brother's mind after killing all these people. He waited quietly until he saw Itachi coming out completely dressed and going to the kitchen. Sasuke sneaked out of his room and followed him.
Itachi was staring at his plate, his fingers playing with the fork. He was glad there was no one in the kitchen and he could be alone. And then…
"Nii-san!"
A sigh.
"Sasuke, what are you doing here?"
A smile.
"I wanna eat ice-cream. Mom says there's ice-cream in the fridge." The smile on the cute pink lips grew larger. "Strawberry ice-cream."
Oh, the fucking ice-cream again.
Sasuke took it from the fridge. It hadn't been in there for too long and it was still slightly melted. He didn't even bother to take a spoon this time, he merely dipped his fingers in the ice-cream and licked them, then he carefully sucked each one of them. Itachi dropped the fork on the floor. Sasuke's dark eyes rolled in the direction of the sound. His fingers dipped in the ice-cream again.
"Haha, nii-san, you're so clumsy. What are you eating?" Sasuke came closer to him, looking in his plate. He was too close. Itachi poked his forehead to make him step back.
"Ouch, nii-san, you're mean. This time I'll poke you too!"
Itachi sat motionless, slightly widening his eyes as he saw the small ice-cream covered fingers approach his face and gently poke his cheek.
"Damn it, Sasuke, what have you done? Now I have ice-cream all over my face!"
A naughty giggle.
Itachi's heart stopped beating for a second. He could have said something, or done something, but he merely sat motionless and silent. Small arms reached for his shoulders and gripped him, Sasuke's spiky black locks brushed his face, and the devilish hot tongue slipped out and licked his cheek and the streak of melted ice-cream that had reached the corner of his lips. Then it licked again and again until there was no more ice-cream on Itachi's face.
"Mmmm, nii-san, now you taste so good. Llike strawberries. You're sweet. And your face is as red as a strawberry."
Itachi pushed him away carelessly and the plate with the remains of his food fell on the floor and broke to pieces. He tried to clean the mess and cut his finger on the sharp edge of one of the pieces. Sasuke fixed his eyes on the scarlet liquid that was running down his brother's hand.
"Nii-san, you're bleeding, does it hurt?"
Before Itachi could react, Sasuke took his finger and sucked the blood. The lips… so soft… warm… the tongue… wet and hot… Sasuke slowly slid the finger out of his mouth, the blood started pouring again, so Sasuke slid it back inside and sucked it again. He finally took it out of his mouth.
"There's no more blood, nii-san. Does it still hurt?"
Itachi felt fire and fluttering butterflies in his stomach, every muscle in his body got tense. He pushed Sasuke away and rushed out of the kitchen, stumbling over a chair and almost missing the door and hitting the wall. In the corridor he bumped into his mother.
"Itachi, are you all right, my dear?"
He made a few steps back, squirming awkwardly and wondering how to hide his apparent erection. Thank god his face was what attracted Mikoto's attention.
"Itachi, your cheeks are red, do you have high temperature?"
She came closer and touched his forehead. "Your face is burning, how are you feeling? My dear, are you sick?"
He angrily pushed her away and ran to his room, his mind screaming 'Yes, I'm sick, damn it, I'm a perverted sick bastard, that's what I am. I'm sick, I'm sick, I'm sick.'
Sasuke was curious why his brother stormed out of the kitchen in such a hurry, so he quietly sneaked into the garden and peeped through the window of Itachi's bedroom. He swallowed hard at the sight.
Itachi had taken his shirt off and was leaning against the wall, his pants unzipped. He slid them down and Sasuke gasped at the sight of his huge and slightly twitching cock. Then he almost squealed as he saw Itachi's fingers wrap around it in a firm grip, moving up and down faster and faster, his other hand touching the smooth skin of his chest and his fingertips brushing the hardened nipples. Sasuke was hypnotized, watching Itachi's movements. He couldn't take his eyes off Itachi's face. Blushing cheeks, the colour of a strawberry, and these long tilted eyelashes trembling and covering his eyes, his gaze hazy with lust. His parted lips were letting out moans and muttering something. The window was open and Sasuke strained his ears to hear what it was. It sounded like his own name.
"Aaaaaahhhh… S-Sasukeee…"
Itachi's breath hitched, he writhed, his body shuddered, and thick white substance poured on his fingers. Then his blank gaze wandered pointlessly around the room, and when it reached the window, Sasuke cursed and immediately ran away.
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The full moon glimmered through the trees in the garden and their thick branches cast odd crooked shadows on the floor of the room. Itachi was tossing and turning in his bed, unable to sleep. He got up and angrily drew the heavy curtains. Darkness covered the room, but it didn't help. He still couldn't sleep, he felt hot and bothered. The damn jacking off wasn't enough, no it wasn't enough at all, he needed so much more. In an instant he was out of the room.
The ten minutes he spent standing in front of Sasuke's door were like eternity. Ten minutes of painful hesitation. Ten minutes of burning desire. Ten minutes of torturous guilt.
He leaned on the door and slowly slid down to the floor.
No. That was wrong. No way. No fucking way.
And yet, something had to be done.
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He was out on the streets. Then he was jumping on the roofs. He knew very well where all these really annoying girls lived. It would be easy. He could make them do whatever he wanted with just one look straight in their greedy eyes. And we're not talking about the sharingan here, it had nothing to do with that. He was Itachi Uchiha, after all.
His fingertips pattered on the glass of a window. The window opened and the face of a sleepy girl appeared. He briefly jumped in the room and started to unzip his pants.
"OMG! Itachi Uchiha? What are you…"
She was immediately knocked on the bed and flipped over to lie on her stomach. He didn't want to see her face. She was mumbling some fangirl bullshit he didn't want to hear.
"Shut up."
He thrust into her roughly. He was angry, irritated, and horny. He gripped her hair, pressing her head into the mattress, and he slammed hard as if he wanted to dismantle her body. He didn't moan, just grunted and let out short, hoarse growls, pounding her squishy flesh.
It was as brutal as a rape, but she didn't say or do anything to stop him, so it wasn't considered one. He was Itachi Uchiha, after all, with his perfect face, perfect body, and perfect cock. And no damn fangirl would ever say "no" to Itachi Uchiha. He knew that just the thought of him could make them come.
At some moment he felt that she squirmed wildly and screamed louder, which was probably her orgasm. He pressed her body to the mattress and slammed harder, doubling the speed, his fingers squeezed her ass, nails digging deep in her skin, making marks that would last for a long time. He knew he wouldn't feel much better after this, but it just had to be done. Coming inside that bitch was better than nothing.
He heard her whine from pain.
"Itachi, that hurts…"
She was saying something, but he didn't pay attention. He pounded her in frenzy, his slams too rough. He didn't care. He growled loud when he came, then he briefly pulled out, zipped his pants and jumped out the window.
She was sprawled in her bed, unable to move, her body was aching, but satisfied, her brain was melted.
Itachi went home and slept calmly till dawn. He had no idea this was going to be his last peaceful night.
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For a minute everyone was silent. He looked at their cold faces and he could read nothing in their eyes.
"In one week, Itachi. You know the day and the time. You better not fail."
One week.
Kill the clan.
No way out of that.
Sasuke…
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"Do you want me to help you with your training, Sasuke?" Sasuke's eyes widened. "Nii-san?"
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Mikoto looked out the window and saw them approach the house, both of them dirty and tired. She continued washing the dishes silently for another minute, then she couldn't hold her question.
"They spent a lot of time together for the last few days. That's quite unusual, don't you think so? It's been almost a week since Itachi started acting differently."
Fugaku just shrugged.
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It was raining, so they didn't train that day. They were sitting on the porch, facing the wet garden, watching the raindrops slide down the shiny green surface of the leaves. The cool damp air made Sasuke shiver and he moved closer to Itachi, leaning his head on his shoulder. For the first time his older brother didn't push him away. Sasuke felt Itachi's fingers crawling up his back, then gently running through his hair. At the touch a very soft moan escaped Sasuke's lips and he pressed himself to Itachi's shoulder. They sat like that for a few blissful minutes.
"Nii-san, can't we train in the rain?"
"Mother is worried that you'll catch a cold."
"I don't care!"
"Sasuke!"
Itachi sighed and watched him run in the rain, the naughty expression on his face, his stupid happy laughter, and the raindrops running down his blushing cheeks.
Sasuke finally came back to the porch and sat next to Itachi, water dripping from his hair and his clothes.
Itahci didn't say anything, just looked at him, at his shining eyes and smiling lips.
The sun broke through the grey clouds and the water drops on Sasuke's skin sparkled. Itachi slowly leaned to him, it took him forever to move a few inches forward, and the closer he got, the wider Sasuke's eyes opened. Itachi's shiny black locks brushed Sasuke's water drenched as the distance between their faces lessened. Sasuke's lips parted to let out a squeal of amazement. It was quickly replaced with a moan of pleasure as Itachi's tongue brushed his lower lip, then slid inside, licked his teeth, thrust deeper, rolled and wrapped around his own tongue.
Itachi's stomach was squirming with fiery desire, and his heart was squirming with unbearable pain. He pulled his tongue out, rubbed his lips on Sasuke's, then he suddenly stood up and dashed through the door to the inside of the house. In the corridor he passed by his mother and yelled "Don't you dare ask me if I'm all right, or sick, or anything!" Then he stormed into his room and locked the door. And no one saw him again for the rest of the day.
Sasuke waited for him, walking back and forth in front of his door, then he sat at the table with the others to have dinner, but Itachi didn't appear. Then it was late and he had to go to bed. And in the morning he had to go to school.
And when he came back from school…
Blood everywhere. Freshly spilled red blood.
"Cling to life."
"Hate me."
"Get stronger."
And then the image of Itachi who was going away. GOING AWAY!
Sasuke wanted to stop him, to run after him, to yell, to shout at him something like "Don't go! I don't care what you've done, just don't disappear, take me… take me with you, I don't care where you're going, I don't care what will happen, just take me with you because leaving me is the same as killing me." But his voice and his feet betrayed him, he whined and collapsed on the ground unconscious.
to be continued
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Author's comments
Me: Zzzzzzzzzzz…
Itachi: *kicks her*
Me: Zzzz… ouch! What's your fucking problem, Uchiha?
Itachi: Teme, wake up, you forgot the disclaimer! Tell these people that I'm not yours!
Me: Uchiha! You're looking for trouble. *shoves him in a closet and locks him* Muahaha, now I have him to do with him whatever I want.
Kakuzu: *appears out of nowhere and whispers in her ear* Hey, instead of keeping him just for yourself, you can start selling him to the fangirls. And of course I'll get some part of the profit cause I gave you the idea.
Me: Hell yeah! You're a genius!
Me and Kakuzu: *jumping and yelling* We'll be rich, we'll be rich, we'll be rich!
Sasuke: Itachi's dick is mine, losers! *unlocks the closet and runs away together with Itachi*
Me and Kakuzu: Nooooooooo! Oh well, now let's go get Deidara and sell him.