I feel you ought to know I'm procrastinating on homework to post this. Because I was taking a break and opened my inbox and had three people ask me to update and I can't say no! Well I could, but that's just so mean of me!

I'm also in an unbearably good mood because my sister got engaged! Who is going to be the best Maid of Honor ever? I am!

Also xxUchihacest , you'll find out, eventually ;) .

About three more chapters guys! You can last that long, right?

Fulcrum

He got a job that summer; he even started before school let out. After Sasuke practically began living with Suigetsu, Suigetsu's mother put in a favor with Kabuto's boss, Orochimaru. Being the kind businessman that Orochimaru is, he immediately gave Sasuke the job as personal assistant. For the first month Sasuke was a bit put off by Orochimaru's advances, but by the second month he accepted it as part of the job. Then by the third, his own libido began to make him want to give in.

He didn't though.

Sasuke takes the T back to Itachi's apartment, reviewing the previous events. Orochimaru had cornered him in the break room, making some poor innuendo involving the donuts. Sasuke had only looked at Orochimaru's long hair that, even well cared for, did not compare to Itachi's, but Sasuke wouldn't mind using it, for practicing. No, not practicing, he had sworn off that route. He'd wait, until he was worthy, and then he'd make his move.

However, when Orochimaru had suggested Sasuke 'catch', Sasuke lost all interest. He had thought about that position, but once again, only Itachi could satisfy him that way. He doesn't know why, but his mind always circles back to his brother. His brother with sweet lips, pulled perpetually into a thoughtful frown and eyes so dark like his own but with an incomparable warmth. His brother who is his brother and, as it appears, can be nothing more.

As if fate is playing its hand against him, Sasuke steps into the apartment quietly and can make out whimpers. They're coming from upstairs and they are definitely Itachi's. Sasuke pauses in the kitchen, pressing his ear to the invisible barrier one erects when they fear detection. They're broken protests, he notes, and Sasuke can even feel the tears in his brother's voice as Itachi calls out again: "stop, I…."

Then, the moan that follows is indisputable, and the grunt that follows is from someone else. Sasuke finds himself rushing up the stairs, but not making any noise noise. Because he is terrified of what he might find but yet some part of him hopes that this is what his brother enjoys. Some part of him hopes this will justify his future actions. But as he presses close to the door, peeking through the two-inch crack, he realizes that maybe he isn't crazy after all and justification isn't a far-off dream.

Itachi is riding a rather large man who's skin is paler than most, a sickly sort of pallor to be honest. His brother's legs are bent underneath him and working to keep rhythm, but the man below him is bucking his hips faster and faster. To gain a better angle, Itachi's back is arched and his lips are caught between his lips so that he muffles himself. All his ribs are showing in that pose and the muscles in his arms and legs are taut. Hell, Sasuke can probably count every myofibril as they move beneath the flawless skin, simply taking whatever the larger man gives.

Sasuke feels himself become aroused. His jeans become tight and the middle of his palms itch. Erring on the side of caution, he goes into his room and sits in the corner that can't be seen when the door opens. He palms himself, letting his thumb brush his tip as he thinks back on Itachi. Itachi riding Sasuke, working to please him and match him. Itachi having to bite his lips to keep from screaming because he's really a screamer; despite his composure, he is very loud in bed. And when Itachi hits his orgasm, he'd lean down and kiss Sasuke, spilling himself over Sasuke's stomach as he clenches hard and then releases. The smell of his essence and the musk of his skin will encapsulate Sasuke just before he too climaxes.

And Sasuke pulls his hand away, admiring the sticky fluid now dripping between his fingers. He presses it his mouth, imagining that Itachi's cum would taste the same as his. It's horribly bitter though and he quickly crosses 'blowjobs' off of his mental list of things he can do.

For what feels like hours, Sasuke sits in the sheltered corner of his room. His back cramps up. His legs cramp up. His arms cramp up. However, he holds his position because he fears any noise will give him away. That if he so much as sneezes, Itachi will discover his voyeurism and, thus, all future chances will be lost. Sasuke would also lose the steady stream of delicious noise his brother is issuing in the room over. Sasuke is also very happy to note that Itachi never mentions a name.

In some part of Sasuke, a horrible, malignant sort of hope is born.

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(And I did this update instead of my International Business homework because I'm that dedicated.)