So I'm really sorry for the ridiculous wait for such a short and crappy chapter.

I REALLY HATE THIS CHAPTER

i really hate this fucking story

*punches self in the face*

Just getting up the motivation to finish writing this was literally painful. This plot revolves around sex more than it used to (which was already A LOT) and I just...I have a lot of stuff planned for the sequel though, but I don't even know if I'll have the motivation to write that.

*bitches and complains for a couple more paragraphs*

anyways yay fanservice

sorry again for being a bad author and just sucking and not updating for like two weeks and being dumb AND BEING REALLY WHINY TODAY WOW I'M SORRY FUCK *slaps self on the wrist*

but i'm probably ending bily within like...a chapter or so

oooOOOooh yay

finafuckingly

and then im taking a fucking break and rewriting a lot of old bily chapters and planning the sequel(?) and finishing other stories and shit

s i gh s

my grammar has really died today

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"Hey, Itachi-nii, can we have a quickie?"

Itachi slowly opened his eyes all the way, his mind still heavy with sleep, and stared questioningly at Sasuke. His mind tried to catch up with the request, seeing as he was barely awake, and it took him a moment before it finally clicked.

"...Why?"

Itachi sat up slowly, stifling a yawn, and wiped the heavy sleep from his eyes with the palm of his hand. Sasuke shrugged, and upon opening his eyes completely, Itachi first noticed how tired his brother looked, then noticed Sasuke was still completely naked and not even covered by the blanket pooled around them. Itachi pried his eyes away from the tempting sight and instead chose to look at the clock, though he scowled as he noticed the time.

"We're going to be late if we try to do anything."

"What if I blew you and got myself off?" Sasuke suggested, trying to keep desperation from showing in his voice, though he failed pretty badly. "I-I'd be fine with that."

Itachi turned his attention back to Sasuke, his expression heavily concerned. Sasuke almost sounded as needy as he did a few months ago, though he wasn't being quite as...bratty—but the desperation was there nonetheless.

"Why, Sasuke?"

"I just woke up horny," Sasuke said, shrugging again though he nearly cringed at such a poor excuse. "I'm a teenage boy. Am I not allowed to have hormones?"

"I don't want to make you late for school."

"I'll just take a really quick shower."

Itachi quirked an eyebrow and was about to refuse, but one more glance at Sasuke broke his resolve. The boy nearly looked like he was on the verge of tears, but was obviously trying his hardest to hide it with his overly sexual posture coupled with the small, flirtatious smile he wore.

"I suppose," Itachi muttered, scowling slightly once he saw how Sasuke's eyes immediately lit up.

Sasuke felt relief settle in his chest, replacing the dread and anxiety he'd felt since he first woke up. He'd been awake for hours from fear of falling back asleep and dealing with his dreams—which still kept replaying in his mind—but he hoped pleasuring Itachi would help get his mind off of things like it always used to do.

"Will you call me a whore?" Sasuke asked as he rubbed Itachi over his thin boxers. Itachi's eyebrows rose and he opened his mouth as though he wanted to respond, but Sasuke quickly continued. "It turned me on a lot when you did last night."

"I called you a whore?" Itachi seemed mildly surprised by this realization; he didn't remember doing such. Sasuke nodded, allowing his flirtatious smile to widen.

"Yeah. It was...hot."

"I didn't mean to call you such a degrading name," Itachi muttered, guilt quickly settling in and squashing whatever arousal he was trying to feel.

"B-But I want you to." Sasuke cursed himself for tripping over his words—that definitely wasn't sexy—but tried to make up for it by resting on his elbows, his ass shamelessly stuck in the air as he doubled the pressure of his hand.

Itachi paused, his eyebrows drawing together with worry. Something was definitely wrong, and he knew it would be foolish to let things progress any further—Sasuke definitely didn't need to fall back into his old self-destructive pattern of begging for sex whenever he got upset. So, with a sigh, Itachi swung one leg over the side of the bed as he got ready to stand.

"I don't think we should do this right now, Sasuke," he said.

Sasuke's eyes grew wide as Itachi moved, and he rubbed a even harder, pleased when Itachi froze and took a sharp breath. The elder shot a warning glance at Sasuke, his eyes narrowed as he gripped the sheets, but Sasuke leaned forward and rubbed his cheek against the growing bulge in Itachi's boxers with a small smile on his lips. He was honing in on that confidence again—the slutty confidence that had slowly and surely been returning to him over the past few days.

"Please?" he asked, sticking out his tongue and licking at the outline of Itachi's clothed cock.

"S-Sasuke..." Itachi's voice wavered as arousal creeped in, slowly overriding his better judgment. Sasuke was supposed to be better, wasn't he? Perhaps Itachi was only overreacting—maybe Sasuke really had just woken up hornier than usual.

As Itachi slowly settled back onto the bed, Sasuke practically pounced, pulling out the elder's cock with haste. He wrapped his lips around the head and sucked for a moment before trailing kisses down Itachi's shaft, then licking straight up while thumbing at the head.

"Are you getting hard?" he whispered, and Sasuke's stomach lurched. "I promise I'll make you enjoy it, you little whore."

Sasuke shut his eyes for the briefest of seconds, his actions pausing for only a heartbeat before he got back to work, tasting Itachi everywhere he could and flitting his eyes to meet the elder's. Itachi's eyes were low and his lips parted as he took short, staggered breaths, and this alone was enough to take away some of Sasuke's anxiety—but it wasn't good enough. He quickly pulled off Itachi's cock, smirking at the soft 'pop' that followed, and stroked it as he licked his lips.

"Call me a whore, big brother. Please?" Sasuke lapped at the head of Itachi's dick, keeping their eyes locked together as he did so. Itachi bit his lip at a particularly hard lick, though his worries were once again renewed at such an odd request.

"Sasuke..."

"I love it, Itachi..." Sasuke lewdly dragged his tongue over his shaft, knowing Itachi was getting closer and closer to caving. Come on, just do it...

"You're a...whore," Itachi said, though he flinched slightly at the words. Sasuke moaned quietly and placed a kiss at the head, smiling in relief as he watched the elder's control quickly unravel.

"Do I make big brother feel good?" Sasuke sucked the entire glistening head of Itachi's cock into his mouth, rapidly swirling his tongue around as he stroked the rest with his hand. Itachi moaned and pushed Sasuke farther down, and the younger moved his hand aside and relaxed his throat, drawing a long, low moan from his big brother.

"Yes," Itachi groaned, breathing heavily. He leaned his head back against the headboard, his grip in Sasuke's hair tightening to the point of pain, though the younger didn't mind it at all. If anything, it turned him on more to have Itachi dominate him—he craved it.

Sasuke pulled up just enough to speak again, though it was difficult; Itachi obviously didn't want Sasuke to stop bobbing his head now that he'd finally gotten into it.

"Am I big brother's whore?"

Itachi gave a harsh yank on Sasuke's hair, causing the younger to yelp sharply at the jolt of pain and clutch at Itachi's hand.

"You're big brother's dirty little whore, Sasuke," Itachi said, his dark, glassy eyes staring straight into his little brother's. Sasuke moaned as he was pushed back down and happily allowed Itachi to fuck his mouth as hard as he wanted. Quickly, Sasuke's hand trailed down to his own hard cock, and he stroked himself fast, trying to match the increasing speed of Itachi's thrusts.

As the pleasure multiplied, the memories grew hazier and more distant until they were hardly recognizable. Both brothers came within seconds of each other, cum dribbling out the side of Sasuke's mouth to join the mess already splattered on him, and everything seemed a little less awful, if only for a moment.

After Sasuke took his shower and left for school—with only fifteen minutes to spare—Mikoto and Itachi crossed paths in the hallway. A bright blush painted Mikoto's cheeks, memories of all the things she heard the night before and even that very morning too fresh to make their meeting anything less than painfully awkward.

"So...I can tell you and Sasuke have a very," she stopped to cough and lean against the wall, "active...relationship..."

Itachi's eyes widened and he immediately trained them on the wall behind his mother. His cheeks burned and Mikoto smiled a little as she noticed this; she found her son's embarrassment precious, though it couldn't have possibly rivaled her own.

"What do you mean?" he asked, clearing his throat to mask the small waver in his voice.

"Well..." Mikoto sighed for a moment; she'd already thought over what she was going to say, but actually saying it was proving a bit harder than she expected. "...You're going to be twenty in a couple of weeks, and Sasuke's going to be fifteen soon. I was thinking...you're both getting older...and I trust you not to do anything stupid, so perhaps you two would think of maybe...getting an apartment together?" Upon receiving Itachi's questioning look, she decided to further clarify what she meant. "It's just a bit...awkward, you know?"

Itachi's eyes flitted back to Mikoto and a contemplative, but knowing look crossed his features, his eyebrows creasing slightly. He kept silent for a few moments, thinking deeply, before he slowly nodded.

"That might be nice," he said, a small smile playing on his lips, "but I'd need to get a job."

Mikoto nodded. "Maybe you could think of going job hunting today before your afternoon class?" she suggested. "I mean, both of you are welcome to stay here, but it was just a thought."

"No, I like it. I think it might be good for us to get away from this house," Itachi said, "especially after the incident yesterday. I don't think me or Sasuke are coping very well, to be honest."

Mikoto tilted her head with a small frown.

"How so?"

Itachi shook his head, though fragments of his too vivid dreams the night before flashed through his mind, along with what he did remember about them having sex. He clenched and unclenched his fists, allowing his nails to dig small, red crescents into his palm. The slight pain distracted him from his memories, though it took a moment to fully shake them off, and he dragged his eyes to meet Mikoto's.

"Don't worry about it," Itachi finally said, his voice sounding somewhat distant. "I'm sure we'll be able to handle it."

"I worry about you two," Mikoto said quietly, to which Itachi only gave a small, one-shouldered shrug.

"We're stronger than you'd think," he said. Mikoto smiled a tiny, pained smile, and nodded once.

"I know you are," she said, her voice quiet and thoughtful as her smile faded. They both stood in silence for a couple more moments, before Mikoto pushed off the wall, her smile quickly returning. "Well...I have to go work. I'll see you at dinner, alright?"

"Alright," Itachi said, returning his mother's small smile.

Then the two parted ways, worry poisoning both of their minds.

"How was your day, Aniki?" Sasuke asked, cuddling up next to his big brother on the couch. School had flown by for the most part, and he was just happy to be back home, though everything seemed to remind him of... He shook his head, choosing instead to cuddle deeper against Itachi's chest, his worries pushed to the back of his mind as he basked in the comforting warmth emanating from Itachi.

"It was fine," Itachi said. "I may be getting a job soon."

"Really?" Sasuke peered up at his brother, though his bangs fell in his face a bit. Itachi chuckled and brushed them aside.

"Yes," he said.

"Where?"

"At the hospital," he said. "I'd be shadowing a couple of psychiatrists and psychologists. It would be good experience, plus the pay is decent."

"That's good," Sasuke said, though he found the idea of spending less time with Itachi a little depressing. "But why do you need a job right now? I thought you were focusing on college and stuff?"

"Well..." Itachi paused for a moment, closely watching Sasuke's curious expression. He almost looked like a little kid again, his dark eyes wide as he waited for his requested explanation. "How would you feel about the two of us moving out together?"

A smile immediately tugged at Sasuke's lips and he nodded quickly without giving it a second thought. "That would be great," he said. "But...would mom be okay with that?"

"It was her suggestion," Itachi said. "She thinks we're old enough."

"Well you're almost a legal adult," Sasuke muttered, before he pouted slightly. "I'm still so...young."

"Enjoy it while you can. Responsibility isn't all it's cut out to be."

"Tch."

With a small smile, Itachi lightly pressed his lips against Sasuke's temple and brushed his dark hair aside.

"It might be good for us to get away from this house," he murmured. "Too many bad things have happened here."

Nodding in silent agreement, Sasuke dragged his eyes to the spot near the kitchen where their father fell after Itachi nearly stabbed him in his blind rage; a small stain was still there, though he knew his mother must have scrubbed at it like crazy. His eyebrows drew close and he shifted with discomfort, guilt blossoming deep in his stomach the longer he entertained thoughts of what if.

What if Itachi hadn't come back?

What if he actually touched me?

What if I really did enjoy it?

Sasuke's chest tightened and he tried to swallow, but found his mouth was far too dry to allow him the simple action. He scrambled to turn his complete attention to Itachi and quickly climbed onto his lap, his knees resting on either side of the elder's thighs once he settled himself in.

"Sasuke?" Itachi tried to catch sight of Sasuke's face, confused by his little brother's quick shift in position, but the younger hid it in the crook of Itachi's neck. As his eyes began to prick, Sasuke lightly ghosted his lips over Itachi's pulse point, then drifted to his Adam's apple; some of his anxiety melted away with the small shiver he drew from his older brother, but then one tear escaped, running down his cheek, then another, then...

"Kiss me..." he said, finally pulling back enough to allow Itachi to look at him. It didn't last long; Sasuke pressed his lips against Itachi's, and the elder's eyes widened—is Sasuke crying?—before he slowly allowed them to flit closed, giving into what he knew was unhealthy.

Sasuke kissed him desperately, trying to fight off the crushing guilt and heavy tears. Both came regardless, but there was that small part of him that hoped maybe, just maybe, he'd be able to push them down this time.

Sasuke made sure he didn't look at that spot again as he sat at the table for dinner. He knew he'd pushed his luck between that morning and his little stunt on the couch—which would have escalated into more than clumsy touching if their mother wasn't on her way home. He also knew he wouldn't be able to breath if Itachi truly denied him when those feelings grew in his chest and threatened to claw him apart from the inside out.

"Did you two have a good day?" Mikoto asked as she took her seat at the small table.

"Yes," Itachi said. He chose to look past Sasuke's obvious regression and his own reckless actions; why worry their mother more? "I visited the hospital and spoke to one of the head psychologists. They said they'd be happy to have someone like me on staff."

"That's fantastic!" Mikoto said, a bright smile pulling at her lips. "So I take it you already spoke to Sasuke?"

"He did," Sasuke said. Mikoto gave him her full attention then.

"Are you okay, sweetie? You know, after...everything from yesterday?"

"Yes," Sasuke said quickly. "Nothing really happened."

But you wish it would have, don't you?

Mikoto nodded a few times, then faced Itachi. "Well, as for moving out, both of you will need to be responsible," Mikoto began, her voice quickly drowned out by Sasuke's own thoughts. "I know Itachi is almost drinking age, but I definitely don't want Sasuke..."

Itachi watched Sasuke closely as their mother lectured them about responsibility. He saw the way Sasuke lightly jumped in his seat, likely tapping his foot under the table; he saw the way Sasuke's eyes would drift towards that brownish spot on the carpet, only to immediately pull back and stare at something else.

He knew both of them were nothing close to okay.

whines forever

god i am s u c h a little bitch today

IGNORE ALL THE WHINY AND ANNOYING AUTHOR'S NOTES. I'M JUST WORD VOMITING ONTO THE KEYBOARD.

Okay thank you for reading and please review *twitches* and thanks to everyone who reviewed the last chapter~ sorry i'm not responding to reviews this time around ;-; i'm just...idk. But really, I appreciate every review I get c: you guys have no idea