"Is that... a problem?" Sasuke saw Itachi's face fall for a second. He thought he looked a little regretful. "Itachi?"

"What? No. No, it's not a problem... I guess. I just... we'll talk about it when the time comes. OK?"

"OK. Is that all?"

"Yeah... for now." Itachi went to get up, but Sasuke pulled him back down. The boy made himself comfortable on Itachi's lap, wrapping his aniki's arms around his waist, lacing their fingers together, his head resting on Itachi's shoulder. "Otouto?"

"What?"

"What're you doing?"

"Getting comfortable."

*

Itachi sighed happily, allowing his brother to snuggle into him while turning the television back on. He was glad he'd finally gotten that out into the open. But, he wasn't so glad to find out that his baby brother had more experience in the bedroom than he did. Damnit. He's probably gonna laugh at me if I tell him… but I have no idea what to do! Shit… He paid no attention to the programs on the television. He had to figure out how to please Sasuke before they did anything. I don't even know how to give a blowjob, for fuck's sake! He scowled. As many as I've received, you'd think I'd know how to do it! He gave another sigh, this one not so happy. Sasuke picked up on that.

"Nii-san? What's wrong?" Sasuke kept flicking through the channels, even as he asked.

"Nothing. Just hurry up and pick a station, would you?" He poked Sasuke's stomach, trying to take his mind off his inexperience.

"There's nothing on. I can't make up my mind. Where's the movie you brought home with you?"

"I took it back ages ago. It was an over-nighter. Baka." Itachi rolled his eyes. "Turn the TV off. I'm going to go read for a while. You can do something useful… like homework or something."

"I don't have any. I haven't been to school for a week, remember?" He smirked, knowing he'd got one on his older brother.

"Well… do some laundry." Itachi smirked back. "Now, get off me." He pushed Sasuke to the side, grabbing the remote and turning off the television.

"No. It's your turn. I did it last week."

"Hn. Then maybe you should clean your sty."

"Or maybe…" Sasuke smirked, pulling Itachi on top of him, into a languid, but erotic kiss. He ground his hips into Itachi's… only to wince and groan in pain. Fuck. Still not healed.

Itachi couldn't help but chuckle. His cute little brother had been trying to be sexy, trying to get out of doing chores, and it had bitten him on the arse. He pulled away, still laughing softly. His laughter was only fuelled by the glare he received from his brother.

"Shut up. It really fucking hurts."

"You did it." He pulled Sasuke up and into a hug. "Come on. I think it's time to change your bandages." He grinned deviously and lifted his otouto up, bridal style.

"Bastard. Put me down. I can still walk." Sasuke pouted, crossing his arms, not at all amused. Itachi ignored him and carried him upstairs.

*

Unceremoniously, Itachi dumped Sasuke onto his bed, ignoring the angry protests being growled out.

"I thought you'd want a little bit of comfort during this. It must be painful to change your bandages." He sauntered out the door, swaying his hips a little, just to annoy his darling otouto.

"Bastard!" Sasuke huffed, crossing his arms again. He's still a shithead… even though we've just admitted we're in love. What a fucker.

A few moments later, Itachi returned, his arms full of bandages, cotton balls and disinfectant. He had an annoyingly smug look on his face.

"What?" Sasuke was immediately suspicious.

"What, what?"

"What's with the smug look?"

"Nothing. I have no idea what you're talking about, my love." He grinned at the look of surprise the last two words got him. He sat the supplies on the bedside table and turned to Sasuke. "Pants off."

"What! You're doing it?"

"Yes." He leaned over his brother, arms supporting him on either side. "Unless you'd prefer to… do it yourself..." His face was an inch from Sasuke's, his warm breath fanning over the boy's cheek. "Aren't you tired of… doing it yourself?" He leant closer, letting the double entendre sink in. He gave a quick kiss to the cheek before his lips and pulled away.

"Itachi…" Sasuke felt a little dazed. His brother knew how to turn on the charm. "You know I can't even 'do it' myself if I wanted to. Jerk." He huffed, standing up and took his trousers and underwear off, refusing to look Itachi in the eye.

Itachi chuckled, pushing Sasuke back onto the bed, making him lay down. "That's what I'm here for, isn't it… Otouto." He knelt before the bed, gently unwrapping the wounded flesh before him. He held back a wince as the angry red gashes were revealed. They were healing, but not as quickly as either of them thought they would. For such shallow cuts, they were slow to heal and looked awful. Itachi swallowed, it's all my fault… he tenderly removed the rest of the bandages, including the ones on Sasuke's thighs.

"Brace yourself, Sasuke… it will sting." He retrieved some cotton balls and the bottle of sanitizer.

"That's what he said," Sasuke joked, trying to alleviate the awkwardness.

"Hilarious," Itachi said, dryly, trying to brace himself for what he was about to do. Taking a breath, he gently applied the disinfectant, feeling sorry for his brother at the hiss of pain that escaped his lips. "I'm sorry, Otouto…" he wiped more along the thigh, trying to be as gentle as possible.

"Fuck! Itachi, what disinfectant are you using? That stings like a – sunofabitch!" Sasuke fisted the comforter in pain, squeezing his eyes closed. The last word escaping him as Itachi applied yet more of the liquid torture.

"The only disinfectant we have. I'm sorry it hurts." He gave Sasuke's knee a kiss, not wanting to taste the nasty substance on his lips.

"Just hurry up."

Itachi gingerly wrapped Sasuke's thigh in the fresh bandage and moved to the other one, hoping it wouldn't be so painful this time. He glanced at Sasuke's face, noticing the silent tears making their way down the boy's temples, as he took deep, calming breaths.

"It's ok, Sasuke. Not much more to go." He kissed the other knee, caressing the un-injured flesh before applying the disinfectant to the nasty wounds. The cuts were deeper on the thighs than they were on the penis.

Itachi finally finished with Sasuke's right thigh, not looking forward to treating the poor, wounded 'third leg'. He smirked a little at that. It's certainly big enough to be one…

He turned so he was facing the flaccid, angry-looking flesh. He felt so bad for his brother. He wished he could make everything alright, somehow. He got an idea.

I hope he can't tell that I've never done this before… he leant forward and placed a tentative kiss to the soft shaft, kissing it 'better'. Just as tentatively, he gave an almost shy lick to one of the gashes. It tasted like salty blood. It wasn't too bad, he decided.

Without waiting for any obvious reaction to his actions, Itachi encased the head of Sasuke's penis in his mouth and gave a harsh suck, swirling his tongue around the tip.

His actions earned a throaty moan, and a large pulse from the appendage in his mouth. I must be doing something right…

He became balder, enveloping more of the hardening flesh in his mouth, laving the wounds with a thick coat of saliva, soothing the sting. Sucking gently, Itachi brought his hand up to experimentally fondle the delicate sac under his chin, tracing random patterns on the underside, with his fingers.

"Ngh… Itachi… What're you doing?" Sasuke sounded breathless as he moved his hands to Itachi's hair, slightly bucking his hips into the inviting warmth of his brother's mouth.

Giving one last suck, Itachi pulled away to answer. "Kissing it better." He smirked and went back to his task.

Experimenting with what his brother might like, and what he thought would feel good, Itachi pursed his lips around the hardened flesh and hollowed his cheeks as he bobbed his head up and down, keeping the tight pressure even as he pleasured his brother.

"Mmm… Itachi…" Sasuke moaned Itachi's name, as he tugged the fistfuls of hair in his hands.

Itachi hummed his acknowledgement, wondering what Sasuke wanted. The vibrations from this sent a wave of pleasure through Sasuke's penis, making him moan again, and tug harder, thrusting harshly into Itachi's mouth. Then it hit him, he was moaning my name… he didn't have anything to say… he was just moaning my name because he likes this! He was very pleased with himself and moaned his own pleasure, sending more wonderful vibrations along Sasuke's member. He squeezed and rolled the sac in his hand, gently, applying more pressure with his lips when he came back up to the head. He scraped his teeth up and over, nipping at the tip, licking off the forming ejaculate, tasting his brother.

Sasuke was almost there. He could feel the warm, tingling sensation in his abdomen, the tightening of his testicles. He just needed Itachi to go a little faster.

"Ohh… Itachi… faster!" He tugged the silky strands again, wanting more of the delicious, wet friction. Itachi hummed his assent, and started moving up and down faster and faster.

Ignoring the dizziness he was starting to feel, Itachi kept the suction up as he bobbed his head up and down as fast as he dared, sometimes taking the head of his otouto's penis all the way to the back of his throat, squeezing it with his oesophagus, making Sasuke leak profusely.

"Ahh… Itachi… I'm… ahh," Sasuke began thrusting into his brother's mouth, trying to bring himself over the edge, without doing too much damage to Itachi's throat. "Itachi!" Finally, he called out his release, flexing his fingers within his brother's hair, caressing and massaging his scalp, lazily rocking his pelvis into Itachi's mouth, riding out his climax. He loved the feel of Itachi swallowing his semen, licking him clean, allowing him to finish, before pulling away.

Itachi allowed Sasuke to thrust into his mouth, letting the boy ride out his orgasm, enjoying the feel of the slender fingers rubbing his scalp, caressing him. He swallowed everything his brother had to offer, and licked the softening flesh clean. He found that he even enjoyed the taste of Sasuke's release, and he wasn't opposed to doing this again in the future.

When Sasuke had finished, Itachi finally got around to disinfecting and bandaging the wounds, glad to notice that his brother was too sated to worry about (or even notice) the sting of the antiseptic.

When he'd finished, Itachi climbed up onto his bed to lay next to Sasuke, smiling at the adorable look on the boy's face. His eyes were closed, his lips forming a gentle smile, his cheeks flushed a light pink. So beautiful. He propped his head on his hand, laying on his side, and ran his fingers over a flushed cheek, tenderly smoothing away the soft hair clinging to his brother's face. He looked so peaceful, so relaxed, that Itachi thought he'd fallen asleep, but was pleasantly surprised when Sasuke turned over and wrapped an arm around him, pushing him to lay on his back, as the boy snuggled with him, his head under Itachi's chin, one leg hooked over his hip. He felt Sasuke's fingers gently stroking his hair, as he kissed his chest, muttering a loving 'thank you', before falling asleep.

*

Itachi hugged Sasuke to him, waking up from his own nap. The first thing he noticed was how sore his throat was, from having his brother's penis thrusting in and out, stretching the tender muscle. He swallowed, wincing at the ache. He lifted a hand to massage the ache away.

"Itachi?" Sasuke lifted himself up, looking down at his brother, a look of concern on his face. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, Sasuke," he rasped out. "Just a sore throat." Sasuke blushed at those words and gave an embarrassed grin.

"Sorry…" He didn't know whether to be proud that he was big enough to give his brother a sore throat, or to actually be sorry for hurting him.

"It's ok. I'll get used to it." He smirked, sitting up. "Now, go get me a glass of water." He slapped Sasuke's arse, as he got up and put his underwear and pants back on, leaving to retrieve Itachi's drink, earning himself a scowl.

When Sasuke returned, he brought a jug of water and two glasses on a tray with two large club sandwiches. Itachi raised an eyebrow.

"What's this?"

"We slept through lunch. It's three o'clock." He shrugged. "I thought we should eat something." He smiled as Itachi poured them both a glass of water. "So… what did I do to earn that, before?" He took a bite of his sandwich and waited for his brother's answer, as he contemplated what to say.

"I… just wanted to make you feel better." He could feel his cheeks heating up, as he took a bite of his own sandwich. He didn't look at Sasuke.

"I thought you wanted to wait for anything sexual." Sasuke smirked, sitting next to his brother, leaning against him, his head on his shoulder.

"Well… you've already fucked the Hyuuga brat, so I don't see why we should wait." He hated to admit to the jealousy shining through in his bitter statement.

"Ah." Sasuke nodded, understanding what was going through Itachi's mind. "You're jealous of Neji?" He finished his sandwich and set the plate aside, turning to Itachi, wrapping his arms around his shoulders.

"No!" Itachi frowned, finishing his own sandwich. "Not… really."

"You're jealous!" Sasuke chuckled, kissing Itachi's cheek. "I haven't done anything with him since then, though, you know. It was only one time. We were just curious. And he didn't want to graduate high school a virgin. I think he wanted to stick it to his uncle, really." He hugged Itachi tighter. "It's not like you can complain. You've had a fair few girlfriends in the past…" He frowned. "How did you know how to do that? You give amazing head." He grinned at the creeping blush slowly staining his brother's cheeks.

"I… didn't." Itachi felt like his face was on fire. "I've never done that before."

"Ha, you're a natural. A natural cock-sucker!" Sasuke laughed as his brother scowled at him, the embarrassed flush still adorning his handsome face.

"You're welcome." He said, pushing his bratty sibling away.

"Sorry… hee," Sasuke couldn't help but to let out a last little giggle, before crawling over to his brother again. "Maybe I can return the favour?" He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, pushing Itachi down.

"Uh…" Itachi didn't know what to say. His brother was offering. How would it sound if he accepted? Would he sound like a pervert? What if he declined? Like he didn't want Sasuke?

He was saved from answering by Sasuke's quick actions. The boy had already undone his belt, button and zipper and was in the process of pulling his pants down and off. He lifted his hips, making it easier for his all-too-willing little brother.

"You know… I've been wanting to do this with you for a while now. Even when you were being a bastard." Sasuke said, conversationally. He reefed Itachi's underwear off, shamelessly ogling the delicious-looking appendage. "You're really hot… and I know you know." He grinned, looking up at his brother's face.

"Shut up." Itachi's cheeks were bright red, Sasuke's compliments doing nothing to make him feel better. He didn't know how to feel about being exposed like this to his brother. As much as he'd always dreamed of making love to Sasuke, he'd never thought it would happen. He never thought he'd be self-conscious of his body in front of him. He'd never had a problem being naked in front of his past girlfriends, but now… he wanted Sasuke to like what he saw. He didn't know if he was attractive enough for another guy to appreciate. But, apparently, he was. But the blunt statements weren't at all comforting. Sasuke was still his annoying little brother.

"Eager, are you?" Sasuke grinned, moving to unbutton Itachi's shirt. "I'm going to make your first time really good, Nii-san." His grin broadened as he saw Itachi nibble his bottom lip slightly, knowing his brother was embarrassed. A very rare occurrence. He soaked it up, loving the feeling of power; of having the upper hand over his big brother.

Slipping the shirt off Itachi's chest and over his arms, Sasuke took his time in appreciating the view. He'd never have thought that he could have him spread out on a bed, naked, beneath him, waiting for his touches. He was determined to make this the best experience his aniki had ever had.