What kind of fucked up world was it when a man's own little brother was the most attractive thing on two things
What kind of fucked up world was it when a man's own little brother was the most attractive thing on two things? Such a sinful succulence, all creamy skin and blue black eyes. Viewed through cracks in and under doorways, through mostly drawn curtains not quite covering enough, any time, every time, a chance could be found. Which wasn't often. Chance was an infrequent caller, as fickle as its counterpart Lady Luck, granted only occasionally, only briefly much to his ever growing chagrin. Despondency that stemmed from an innate desire, one that couldn't be quelled no matter the distance, no matter how he tried. A melancholy that translated to distance. Once, they had been close. Now they rarely came into contact, mainly because his visits were usually made with the utmost secrecy, relegated to the early hours of dawn when all were asleep. All but those sinners that practiced incest so beautifully. Because honestly, he was beautiful, and he knew it.
Withdrawing from his thoughts, the elder Uchiha brother listened to the fumbling about that he'd known would ensue after his perfectly timed breach of Sasuke's supposed isolation. As understanding as their shared parental units were, they weren't quite so unorthodox so as to leave a boy in his mid-teens unsupervised for a week. Which was where the estranged older brother came into play: their trump card, to be beckoned, without pay, slyly happy at the thought of being relegated to the task of babysitter. There were so many delicious stories about the sat children falling for their respective sitters. Apparently, the stories had some truth n them. For what had he found upon entering the house? His favorite song being blasted, loudly and repeatedly, the sounds emanating from his little brother's bedroom.
That was a day he remembered well. The day that their parents had devised a system to avoid embarrassing moments. It followed shortly after several of said moments had occurred. Truthfully, he'd tried to be discrete. However, it was at times difficult to resists the beck and call of raging hormones. At the time he'd only just been discovering his sexuality, oddly enough through a series of truth-or-dare games that grew increasingly more daring, played with the club that he'd belonged to since elementary school. And, of course, little Sasuke had always been in the back of his thoughts, firmly kept there despite his furious struggles to make his way to the front. Had his will not been made of iron, it might have been dangerous. Though he'd always been of a secretive nature, a teen could only be so discrete with affections, and someone would have noticed. Not to mention that Sasuke's love for him was quite different than whatever he felt, maybe love too, a sinful sort of love, for Sasuke.
Everything seemed to be set now, though. While he may not have been aware of it, Sasuke had been mouthing his name as he masturbated. Probably not aware of it at all: the mumbling or that he'd been watched in the midst of his intimate encounter with himself, very carefully watched. Careful to catch it all, careful not to be caught. There'd been signs of it all along, that Sasuke would grow up to inherit the same twisted affection for siblings. It tormented the younger Uchiha as well: for someone that knew him, Sasuke was incredibly easy to read. Others found the depths of his darkly luminescent eyes unfathomable, but his big brother, at least, knew better.
Itachi Uchiha knew his little brother better than anybody else, easily.
Giving Sasuke just enough time to pull a downy black duvet over his naked body and the incriminating white splashes on what were once his red silk sheets, he then entered the room. Staring, just staring in barely veiled but oh-so-obvious surprise, the younger brother watched as the elder casually fiddled the mp3 played known as pod, invading its little home without so much as a "by your leave". The same way that he'd violated Sasuke's privacy by waltzing into his room at a time that was almost as inopportune as possible. Currently, Sasuke was just thanking whatever saving grace had helped to save his grace and make it so that Itachi entered the room just after he shot his spunk all over the sheets and himself, and not just before, never knowing that Itachi had been watching avidly to determine the just right time of entry.
"What are you doing here?"
I'm so addicted to all the things you do
Adding emphasis, making the word worse than a curse, he spat at the man who was still screwing around with his music, scrolling through the long list of songs. Finally settling on one, Itachi ambled over to the bed. Clutching at the duvet with clenched fists, Sasuke met his brother's eyes boldly, though inwardly courage was the last emotion he was feeling. A mixture of joy, sadness, anger, at seeing the older brother that had been absent for the most recent years of his life. Fear at being seen naked by the man he dreamed about, simultaneously wishing his subconscious would select another fantasy figure while waking up with cum stained sheets for the umpteenth time, the person he thought about more than anyone else, always the foremost subject in his mind when he reached his peak point. Arousal too, at that same thought, the thought of being discovered. Beneath the covers his cock, so recently sated but evidently not enough, began to harden, reaching full erection and tenting the inadequate cover when Itachi spoke, staring unabashedly at the bulge in the duvet that could only be one thing.
"Well, no need to ask what you were just doing, though apparently once wasn't enough. Let me help."
When you're going down on me in between the sheets
Without further ado, Itachi yanked away the scant cover that the duvet offered. Noting the stains on the sheets he made a mental note in the back of his mind to wash the silk as soon as possible, lest the stains become permanent. Not giving Sasuke a chance to resist, though resistance was hardly likely given the way Sasuke looked like he was about to come just from his words, Itachi moved to loom above his little brother, on his hands and knees on the bed. To his surprise, Sasuke initiated the kiss, and he responded whole heartedly. As well as he knew his brother, Itachi hadn't expected Sasuke to be so enthusiastic, any more than Sasuke had expected him to offer this in the first place. While they kissed, tongues exploring mouths not their own, both brothers recalled what the elder had said that day so long ago before their thoughts were entirely consumed by lust.
It's unlike anything
Yanking at Itachi's pants, Sasuke quite nearly clawed them off, only relenting in his harsh tugs when Itachi kicked them off himself. Lips traveling down his hot body, both literally warm and figuratively smoking, Itachi smirked against his brother's nipple before biting down on it harshly enough to elicit a gasp as Sasuke slid a dry digit into his hole. Though it hurt his pride a bit, Itachi resigned himself to playing catcher for his brother, at least this first time. Feeling a fingertip brush against that delightful little spot within him, he shuddered with pleasure. Oh yes: as utterly awful as it would surely be, he had to bottom. There wasn't any lubricant, and even if it hadn't felt so fucking amazing, he would have insisted. Itachi didn't want to inadvertently injure Sasuke. Fortunately, Sasuke had no such qualms. Bucking his hips up as Itachi tried to slide slowly onto his thick cock, attempting to give himself time to adjust, Sasuke instead forced him to take nearly all of it all at once. Pulling angrily on Sasuke's hair, Itachi used gravity and experience to his advantage, pushing down on Sasuke's shoulders while kissing him utterly senseless, meanwhile riding him so slowly that Sasuke thought that his dick was going to die if his big brother didn't speed up. Breaking the kiss, Sasuke pushed Itachi onto his back and proceeded to brutally fuck him.
I'm so addicted to you
Sasuke came first, something that embarrassed him a bit because Itachi's orgasm didn't immediately follow. The elder brother was still painfully hard, on his bad on the bed with a trail of cum dribbling slowly out of his used, and slightly abused, hole. Sucking Itachi off seemed like the best thing to do. Fortunately, Sasuke had more experience in tat area than he had with sex itself. It didn't take long before Itachi was shooting his spunk down Sasuke's throat. Both of them spent, the two brothers lay together in silence. Well, not quite. Though the sounds of their sexploitation had ceased, the music was still playing loudly and their breathing was quite heavy. Once he'd gotten his heart rate down to a healthy rhythm again, instead of what felt like a million beats per minute, Itachi slowly got up. For some reason, despite earlier qualms, he felt no guilt over what he had done. He had no reason to feel guilty about love, no matter what sort of love it was. Half walking with the graceful gait he always had, half limping the satisfied limp of someone who was just been thoroughly, wonderfully fucked, Itachi turned off the music.
Addicted to you
"So, when do mom and dad get home?"