A/N: Thank you so much for reviewing! Especially Kaline Reine. Your reviews put a BIG smile on my face this morning, plus, you are one of my most favourite authors on this site and i feel special cause you like my story ^_^

Thank you to every one else too, you all make me want to continue!

So, in this chappie, i decided that i'd try a Sasuke point of view, so that we can see what he feels...

On with the show! :)

WARNiNGS: YAOI; meaning boyxboy, LEMONS, UCHIHACEST; yes yes, brotherly love. Oh be quiet, you love it :p

DiSCLAiMER: If I owned Naurto, I would not be writing this fanfiction.


Sasuke stood and stared at Itachi who still sat picking the carpet. He felt blood rush to his face as he replayed that one moment in his head. Itachi had looked him...looked at his body. And not just a look. It was an almost hungry look.

No.

He was being stupid.

Why would Itachi look at him that way? Don't be ridiculous.

"Well, urh, I'm going to bed... I'm pretty tired." He came out of his trance to see Itachi walking down the hall towards his room.

"Oh, urh...yeah okay. Night Aniki!" He walked towards the sofa and flopped down, switching off the television. He honestly didn't know what had come over him. Just Itachi sitting there in all his fucking sexiness. How could he possibly resist jumping on him?

He groaned and leant forwards putting his face in his hands. He just couldn't help himself. Why the hell did Itachi have to be so fucking gorgeous? Sasuke ran a hand through his wet hair, a small smile forming on his lips as he thought about the little fight they had. Sasuke didn't even want the television remote. He didn't even like television. He just wanted an excuse to have physical contact with Itachi. It was absolutely ridiculous really. This was his brother he was thinking about. Yet, he just couldn't stop these feelings that coursed through him every time they touched. Sasuke rubbed his wrist lightly where Itachi had held it. It's stupid to think, but it almost feels like it's tingling still where he touched me. Sasuke fell back and placed his hands on his bare stomach. Why did he have these stupid feelings anyway? Who in their right mind is attracted to their own brother? Especially when said brother would probably despise him if he knew.

Sasuke squeezed his eyes tight shut as a light tingling feeling spread across his nose. He kept them shut until the feeling passed and with a loud sigh he stood and made his way to his own room. He refused to cry over it. It was pointless to waste such a thing as tears on something that was so ridiculous. He pulled off his sweatpants, closing the door quietly behind him and climbed into his bed. There was no point staying up when he had so much on his mind. He preferred to lay there thinking it over, with only darkness for company. He had pretty much been an idiot tonight. His behaviour was so unusual for him. He usually kept himself to himself, partly due to the fact that Itachi made him blush like a schoolgirl pretty much all the time which, for Sasuke, was very unusual. The one bonus to his stupid behaviour was that he was a good actor. He feigned innocence so well Itachi would never suspect a thing. Sasuke was pleased at this, because he obviously didn't want to lose the one person he properly cared for in his life, but he was also kind of upset that he couldn't show his true feelings. It made it so much harder. After his their parents were killed when they were young, Itachi was all Sasuke had left. He clung to him at every moment, not wanting to be alone. Sasuke guessed that this is what sparked his feelings for Itachi in the first place. Other than the fact that Itachi was just plain gorgeous of course.

But then, why was Itachi beginning to act differently. Not much different, but enough for Sasuke to notice. Like earlier when he had come back from the shop having forgot his wallet. When he walked in the door he could have sworn he heard Itachi shout his name, no, moan, his name. He had shaken his head dismissing it as him hearing things. Or hearing what he wanted to hear. Then he found Itachi in his boxers looking rather flustered. He was just over exaggerating. It was stupid to even think that Itachi had called his name, even if he was doing something other than the supposed 'exercises'.

Sasuke turned on his side facing the pale blue wall next to him. He laid his hand gently upon it knowing that Itachi was just on the other side. He longed so much for Itachi to love him back.

Love.

He loved Itachi. Sasuke had come to that conclusion a few days ago as he laid in his bed in the dark, very much like tonight. At first he thought it was just because he was so close to Itachi and just wanted to know that someone was still there for him, but the more he thought about it, the more that seemed wrong. He had different kind of feelings for Itachi. He found himself always looking at him from the corner of his eye, watching as he tucked a piece of long, ebony hair behind his ear, or the way he furrowed his brow when something bothered him. He always caught himself looking at Itachi's body, how the smooth curves of muscle defined his chest and stomach and how gentle his touch was. Sasuke longed for Itachi to touch him. He blushed at that thought, but it was true. He wanted to feel Itachi's smooth fingers trailing down his body, in his hair, on his face. He wanted to kiss those pale lips. Wanted to taste him, in more ways than one.

Sasuke opened his eyes and rolled onto his back feeling the blood rushing downwards. Fuck. Stupid, stupid, stupid! Sasuke put his hands to his head, pulling at his hair, pleading with his own body. It was his own fault really. He often got carried away with his thoughts, and ended up finding himself rather aroused. The one thing the Sasuke refused to do was touch himself. He never had and never would. I wouldn't mind if Itachi did though. Sasuke instantly regretted that thought as he felt his boxers get tighter, almost to the point where he couldn't bear it any longer. He pulled as his hair harder, distracting his hands from their natural desire to reach down. His hands fell from his face and he grabbed the sheets, gripping them tightly as he squeezed his eyes shut and willed his erection to pass.

He breathed deeply and slowly, trying his best not to think of Itachi in any way. Soon the throbbing started to subside and Sasuke breathed normally feeling his body relaxing a bit more. Maybe I shouldn't lay here and think any more...it never really seems to do much good... He turned back on his side, facing away from the wall and closed his eyes letting sleep slowly consume his body.


Itachi laid on his bed in a star position, legs and arms outstretched, as he stared intently at the ceiling. He couldn't sleep. Too much had happened today. Well, to be honest, nothing had really happened. Sasuke just decided to play fight him. Okay, that was something. Sasuke usually kept himself to himself and Itachi could not honestly remember a time when Sasuke was so interested in the television. He mind replayed the evening again and again. The way Sasuke had jumped on him, wrestled him, pushed him off the sofa, and straddled him. And his stupidity of pouring water on him in an attempt to get him off and nearly threatening their relationship by gawping at Sasuke as water trickled down his body. He wasn't even sure if Sasuke noticed him looking, but it was still a stupid thing to do. Itachi sighed. He really didn't know how much longer he could hold back. And if he couldn't, well, it would be terrible, to put it lightly.

He rolled over onto his front and closed his eyes, willing sleep to actually come tonight. He was so tired he didn't even care about dreams any more. He was now so frustrated with all the feelings that were building inside him, he was just about ready to explode. But he couldn't. He couldn't do that to Sasuke. He was the one person Sasuke had left. If he let his feelings show, he'd ruin everything. They'd both be alone. But this isn't what bothered him. What bothered him most was the look of utter disgust and hatred on Sasuke's face that he could picture so vividly in his mind. How was he meant to go on like this? It was tearing him apart.

Then it dawned on him…he was quickly losing control.


To be honest, I'm not that pleased with this chapter. I think i could have made it ALOT better. Or maybe even have done something completely different.

My day started out good today, thanks to you lovely reviewers, but after a long day of art exam prep, i lost my enthusiasm and came up with this rubbish.

I'm not sure if i'm rushing things a bit?

Please review and tell me what you think of this appalling chapter. ¬¬