Chapter 3

It was the quad-fecta that Itachi hit. Sexy ass mouth that spouted dirty talk like a dream come true? Check. Godzilla dick big enough to destroy his hole? Check. All that was left was to determine if Itachi was a good kisser and good in bed, but Sasuke couldn't help but have extremely high expectations. Honestly, at this point in time, he couldn't help but check those boxes off mentally as well. Hence, the quad-fecta. His Aniki was perfect after all.

What expectations, you doofus? He's your Aniki, not a one night stand!

Sasuke sighed loudly and sipped on the Oreo milkshake through his straw, before he set his cheeks in his palms and stared lazily across the diner booth at his Aniki. Itachi was sipping on a mug of tea quietly as his eyes flickered through the menu choices, looking like an Adonis on the cover of Vogue magazine.

Major sigh. If it had been any other guy, Sasuke would have seduced them into bed by now and tried out their dick ten times over.

"You think black rope would look good against my pale skin?"

He swore he heard Itachi snort his tea down the wrong pipe and choke on it before the mug was set down a little too fast. The man cleared his throat, and Sasuke was on the receiving end of an odd, careful look.

"Are you really into bondage play?" Sasuke pressed on, staring at Itachi unabashedly.

"...It's not particularly up my alley."

"Well, you made it look effortless," he grumbled.

"Look, Otouto. That show the other day does not define my preferences. It was just a role to play, part of an illusion."

"What are you saying? That's not what you're like in bed then?"

Itachi cleared his throat and set down the menu, and Sasuke swore he saw a flicker of embarrassment dusting the apples of his cheeks in the form of a pink tinge.

"Why are you suddenly interested in what I'm like in bed, Otouto?" Itachi responded, eyes now roaming over the menu again as if he was trying to block out Sasuke's prodding stare.

Sasuke shrugged. "I'm just curious," he said, although he felt a zing through his pelvic region. His next words were cut short when the waitress suddenly popped up next to their table, standing closer than normal to Itachi's side.

"Are you ready to order, gentlemen?" she said in a sickly sweet tone.

Sasuke nearly rolled his eyes at the blatant lustful gaze in her eyes, which seemed to be superglued to his Aniki. The boy nearly laughed when Itachi didn't even cast her a glance.

See, that was the thing about his Aniki that he knew better than anyone else: Itachi had god-level attributes, too, except his face often deterred people because of how stoic he was, always uninterested in people's drama and attention. In other words, he was very, very unapproachable, and those who tried always left with record low self-esteem.

Sasuke didn't know what was more awkward: watching on the sidelines as his Aniki ignored the female completely or the rapid look of regret on her face when she was met with silence. He bet she wished she had shoved a sock in her mouth earlier.

"Hey, baby, are you ready to order?" Sasuke spoke, tilting his head slightly as he eyed his Aniki. One of his hands reached across the table to squeeze lightly onto Itachi's before withdrawing as if it was the most normal exchange ever. He received an eyeful of Itachi's what-the-fuck-are-you-doing stare instantly, and Sasuke smiled sweetly in return, biting his inner cheek to refrain from laughing hysterically at the waitress whose face now resembled a goldfish as she looked between the two.

"Steak salad. Medium rare. Dressing on the side."

"And I'll have a cheeseburger and fries. A bottle of ketchup, too, please," Sasuke added, watching the waitress note it down and scurry off.

When she disappeared behind the kitchen door, the boy doubled over in laughter. It was so bad that he had to hold onto his stomach because it began to hurt. His cheeks were an alluring shade of red when he was done. Finally, when he had straightened out and returned to his milkshake, he flinched back with an 'ow' when Itachi leaned over and flicked his forehead with his thumb and middle finger.

"Brat," Itachi chastised.

For a second, he calmed down before the snickers began again. "Man, did you see the look on her face, Aniki? Hmph. Serves her right… trying to hit on you in front of me."

Humor faded from his countenance as soon as those bitter words left his mouth, giving him the impression that he just drank acid.

"Since when were you so childish, Otouto?" Itachi said, even though his words were laced with a smile.

"What you see is what you get, Aniki," Sasuke said with a cheshire grin. "I can't have random bozos steal you from me. Besides, you took the day off to spend with me. It's a date no matter how you look at it."

"My, I didn't realize how much I've spoiled you," Itachi muttered, although he didn't seem the least bit regretful to Sasuke despite his choice of words.

"What should we do today?" the boy responded, words full of excitement. He tried to keep his emotions channeled to prevent naughty thoughts from hitching a ride. Honestly, if it was up to him, what he'd like to do is spend a day on his Aniki's cock. His sweet, juicy, elephant cock….

Oops. See? Apparently, he was shameless.

A person who lacked morals, it seemed.

H.J.

"Why are you suddenly interested in what I'm like in bed, Otouto?"

Do you want to find out? A little voice inside Itachi's head whispered lecherously.

He couldn't look at the boy. If he did, he might cave, and then, they were both in trouble. He doubted making a mess out of Sasuke on top of the diner table in front of a large window facing the main street was considered appropriate.

It had been ages since he had spent a day with his Otouto. Just the thought of that made him inwardly frown. Between work, work, and more work throughout the years, he progressively spent less time with the boy, and he wondered if that was why Sasuke acted out sometimes, showcasing his desire to be fed attention and spoiled.

"What would you like to do today, Otouto?" he asked.

Sasuke's face contorted slightly as if he was going through a dozen possibilities in his mind. "Umm… let's see. How about we go to the beach? And maybe some window shopping by the pier?"

"The beach?" Itachi responded, skeptical.

His Otouto bursted into laughter, the sound like tinkling little Christmas bells in Itachi's ears. "Yeah! You know, the place where people sun tan, go swimming, take in all that salty seaweed air? The beach. I mean when was the last time we went to the beach together?"

The answer: years. Ages. Too long ago. The last time Itachi even went to the beach with Sasuke must have been during their childhood days.

"Alright," he responded. "Then, let's go home after lunch and pack a bag and we can drive out."

"Yay! You're the best, 'Tachi."

"Flattery won't win you points with me, Otouto," Itachi murmured, although he could clearly feel the smile hugging his lips. Sasuke's excitement and sweet smile were contagious after all.

"Nuh-uh. You're totally digging these vibes, Aniki."

"Aniki?"

The sudden shriek brought their attention to their waitress, whose eyes were blown wide open in complete shock. "B-But… but y-you… you're lovers," she said, spitting out the word in absolute disgust. "How could… how could you be… ugh." Their plates of food were slammed onto the table, a lone french fry jumping off the plate and onto the table, before the blonde woman gave them one last judging look before swiftly turning away and leaving with a mutter of disdain.

"Uh oh. Our love affair has been found out, 'Tachi," Sasuke spoke nonchalantly, watching the lady leave.

"Quit joking and eat your food, Otouto," Itachi responded, paying no heed to the background ruckus.

"I love when you're bossy," his Otouto replied, causing the man to roll his eyes.

Itachi couldn't remember the last time he spent this much time with his Otouto in a given day, and, based on what he saw so far, leaving Sasuke to his devices over the years had caused the boy to develop quite the playful personality. Not that he minded. He found the boy absolutely adorable and his quirkiness was contagious, but he wondered how often Sasuke showed this side of him to others.

It was rather unsettling how, in his absence, Sasuke had grown up without him realizing it. Take the incident last night for instance. Itachi had always been aware of his Otouto's preferences, ever since the boy was fourteen and Itachi found a stash of gay porn underneath his bed during a routine laundry day. However, to see Sasuke so upfront to meet those needs that he resorted to a more particular kind of masturbation had Itachi reeling.

Granted, the sleazebag side of him fed off of the advantages of such a thing, but he had no intention of revealing any of his unnatural desires.

Seeing his Otouto on the other side of the glass pane was enough to convince himself to keep his lips sealed about such matters for the remainder of his life. How utterly astonished the boy looked when he stared unblinkingly at Itachi from the other side. Even with his mask on, he felt exposed, completely bare, as those judging eyes of disbelief stared at him like a goddamn freak show.

Even if he hadn't promised Sasuke that night, he would have sworn never again to make himself feel so cheap. When he had looked back again, the boy was gone, leaving behind quickly fading handprints on the pane. Needless to say, even though the show that night had an encore that ended in intercourse, he couldn't bring himself to do such a thing. In his defense, he wasn't all too fond of it to begin with and had already considered alternative methods when he stepped on stage.

It was the sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach and the sight of that large, doe-eyed stare of disbelief that plagued his mind, which caused the show to be cut short and ultimately made his decision for him. The crowd was highly disappointed until Itachi found a replacement to do the deed.

"So…," Sasuke cleared his voice with a faint 'ahem,' "if not bondage, what kind of play is up your alley?"

It was an hour later when they had marked their territory on the strip of beach that Sasuke directed that question at Itachi. Between the children running left and right and the vacationers taking photos and enjoying an early Sunday afternoon, there was nothing odd about their environment… except for the boy's question. It hung in the air between them like an elephant in the room.

Itachi's gaze flickered from the sunscreen bottle in his hand to his Otouto, and, then and there, he couldn't decide which part was commendable: the fact that the boy waited an hour later to ask him a question that he tried to shove down his throat or the mere balls Sasuke had to ogle him shamelessly in broad daylight.

Like he was asking for Itachi's self-control to snap like a twig. That mischievous brat. He probably didn't even realize he was doing it, which made Itachi frown, because how often did the boy lose control of his desires in public with other men in his past?

Even more perturbing was that, ever since his Otouto saw him at the club, he wouldn't let that detail go. If Itachi didn't know any better, he'd say Sasuke was interested in him.

He closed the sunscreen bottle with a loud click, smoothing the remnants over his oblique. Itachi noticed the boy's hungry eyes follow his palm all the way down his flat stomach as if it was a godsend. A part of him wanted to tease his Otouto. Jerk him around a little just like Sasuke had been doing to him with all of his sexual talk.

Itachi stretched out his limbs and laid back on his towel underneath their gigantic umbrella, the motion causing his forearm to brush Sasuke's side. He remained quiet thereafter, ruminating the possibilities at such a teasingly slow speed that it had Sasuke perching his weight on a hand, which angled his body forward with anticipation.

"Aniki," the boy downright whined after he realized Itachi was jerking him around.

"Do you really want to know?" he murmured, a near sadistic glint in the amused gaze.

"I would give a kidney to know," the boy said, large eyes watching every facial tick on the man's face. Subconsciously, his pink tongue flickered over his dry lips in anticipation.

Itachi's brain faltered. Well, it paused briefly, because Sasuke was way too eager about this, and the man wasn't sure what wavelength he was cruising on. Definitely not in the negatory lane.

"I… don't bed people I don't like, Otouto," Itachi said, voice lowered so the exchange remained between the two of them. His body thrummed with a newfound excitement. "And when I do bed them, I have very particular tastes."

Itachi looked over at the boy, who leaned forward slightly, seemingly too tuned in to his words to care about their surroundings. With how much he was concentrating on his words, Itachi was afraid the boy's brain cells would explode. Sasuke was still, wide eyes rapt with attention while he held his breath and waited for more.

Itachi felt a twitch in his pants and licked his suddenly dry lips before the next words found their way out of his mouth. "I'm into… impregnation play," he said carefully, eyes flickering and settling deftly on Sasuke's face to analyze his reaction.

He was simply testing the waters, he told himself. He wouldn't take it too far. It was simply out of curiosity that he threw out such a hidden kink. Itachi wanted the boy to lash out and reprimand him, or, perhaps, he wanted him to recoil in disgust. Whatever Itachi's intention was, it was struck down.

Instead of revulsion and a slap in his face, he saw a twitch of interest… and a whole lot of sexual desire. Irises blow wide from dilation.

Fuck.

His Otouto was turned on.

Slowly, more words found their way out of Itachi's mouth, reminding him of an old school machine that got its first taste of oil, its gears rotating slowly into functionality. "I also enjoy possessive sex. Being the one that is possessive. It's my default mode because I can't help myself."

"Fuck." The moan barely above a whisper caressed Itachi's ears, and he felt his erection strain in his shorts. "Anything else?"

He wanted to know more?

Flashing red warning lights went off in his head, but the look on Sasuke's face was too good to pass on.

"Because of my particular tastes, I'm relentless in bed. A control freak. I'm in charge in the bedroom. I do the fucking."

A feather of an exhale left Sasuke's lips.

"So you like cumming inside and you're possessive," the boy clarified in a whisper of awe.

"No. I like cumming inside until there's no more room for more, and then shoving myself deeper to make more room."

A moan slipped out of him precariously, startling the both of them. Sasuke was stunned silent for about a minute, before he cleared his throat to regain his voice. "What does a control freak look like?" he asked.

"I wouldn't let you leave my bed without my permission," Itachi began. "You wouldn't be allowed to let any of my cum drip out of your hole. I'd watch and wait for your stomach to bloat irreparably from my cum until you feel like you'd explode. I'd hold you down and fuck you like I own you. I'd tell you how sweet and sexy you look squirming underneath my body as I loosen your hole with my cock so you won't ever walk the same again."

Itachi added that little detail at the end because he was starting to get an itch due to the way Sasuke was eyeing him. He wanted it to end, to scare him a little so maybe he'd back off instead of jumping and diving into the deep end with him. But his words had the opposite effect.

"Yes, please," the boy whispered as if put in a trance by those words.

Itachi's heart lurched in his chest. He had underestimated Sasuke. When he was silent, he heard his Otouto speak again. "If I could never walk the same again, would you take responsibility?" A hushed whisper.

"If you consider eating your ass out daily and fucking you until you're a sopping mess begging me to stop a responsibility, then yes."

Since when had they averted the conversation from third person to first?

"God…you like eating ass, Aniki?" The boy swallowed hard.

Itachi growled low in his throat. "Is that what you picked up from my little spiel, Otouto?"

"And the look on your face when you said you'd fuck me until I wouldn't be able to walk." Sasuke was in a trance, pupils so dilated they basically overtook his entire iris.

Itachi swallowed hard, eyes narrowing at his Otouto. "I never said I'd do that."

"Do what?"

"Fuck you."

The boy's gaze traveled down Itachi's abs to the conspicuous erection straining against his board shorts. Instead of responding to that quip, he bit on his bottom lip instead and asked, "Why are you into impregnation play?"

The man's heart nearly ceased to beat. Why was his Otouto not calling the fucking cops on him? Sasuke had gone so far off the reservation he didn't pick up Itachi's hostile tone. Instead, he had set out to seek answers to satisfy his own curiosity.

"Because it feels incredible to drown my partner in my seed until they're so fucking messy that they can't walk away from me. Because I want my cum in their ass so they know they've been thoroughly fucked by me. Wouldn't it be incredible if they smelled like me?" Itachi snarked. Despite his tone, he was dead serious.

"That's so fucking hot…."

A sliver of surprise slipped onto Itachi's face, breaking past the hostile aura, which was the only thing holding him back.

"Everyone else thinks it's disgusting. Who wants an ass full of cum until their stomach hurts?"

Sasuke was practically drooling. He murmured something inaudible.

"What?" Itachi snapped.

"I want an ass full of your cum."

"..."

Sasuke looked back at Itachi, half-dazed and completely unabashed. There was a slight tremor cascading across his body, and Itachi noticed how the center of Sasuke's matte blue shorts sported a round, wet stain.

The man's gaze snapped harshly back at the boy's face, and, suddenly, he was standing and pulling the large beach towel out from under them.

"Get up," Itachi grounded out.

"Huh?" Sasuke's confused voice broke through the warm Sunday afternoon. "Aniki!"

"We're going home," Itachi said sharply.

"What?" Sasuke scrambled to get up. "Why?"

The look that Itachi bestowed on Sasuke made his knees shake. The utter rabid hunger in his eyes ate him alive.

"Do you want your beloved Aniki to fuck you here in front of all these people?" Itachi hissed, pausing to stare Sasuke down.

There was a brief moment when Sasuke's eyes widened as if the words "oh, shit" were stamped across his forehead. In that instance, Itachi faltered and thought that, perhaps, he had misread the signals, misread the situation, because his Otouto looked positively flabbergasted. And then, just when he was about to dub it one hell of a joke and prattle off a 'just kidding', Sasuke's eyes grew dazed, clouded over by something much more sensual and erotic.

"Yeah." Sasuke had the audacity to exhale in a murmur. "I want a lot of things."

And just as quickly, Itachi's eyes sharpened and his lips thinned imperceptibly. "I'm going to make you regret taunting me, Otouto."

A small moan pushed its way past Sasuke's lips. "I highly doubt that."

Itachi growled, this time louder, enough to warrant some odd glances from the people around them. "Get your ass in my car right now, Sasuke, or I swear to god I'm going to spank you when we get home."

Without an ounce of shame, Sasuke's eyes roll shut and let those words wash over him as if it was the most incredible thing he'd ever heard. He was totally getting off on poking the bear with a stick. When he opened his eyes, he was met with an intense glare dripping with unrepressed lust.

"Baby, don't test me."

"Yes, Master," he whispered, earning him a growl. His body was jerked toward Itachi's, and, just for a split second, their erections rubbed together and Sasuke had to muffle a groan against the man's chest.

Itachi kept his grip tight around the boy's waist, steadying him, before he left him standing in a daze and began packing their belongings. A few seconds later, he heard the boy mutter something.

"Am I dreaming?"

Stopping abruptly, Itachi stood to full height, bag over one shoulder and umbrella folded in the same hand. Not a whisper of amusement gleamed in his onyx eyes as he leaned down until they were a hair's breadth away. His very low and roughed up voice offered the boy a few words of wisdom. "You will never have another day without a soft hole. I'd fuck you so often your hole will always be willing and ready for me."

Itachi felt, rather than saw, Sasuke's shudder as he turned and began walking in the direction of their parked vehicle. Much to his pleasure and satisfaction, his darling Otouto ran after him, latching onto his arm, his short, sweet breaths coming out swiftly.

"Aniki," Sasuke practically whimpered.

"Otouto," Itachi grounded out sweetly as they stopped in front of his car, "do you want me to fuck you or not?"

"Fuck me," the boy responded in a hushed voice. His face was flushed and his bottom lip was wedged between his teeth. "Definitely fuck me."

A tingling sensation rippled along Itachi's skin, hidden only by the thick, yet sinewy muscles. His jaw clicked and tension built along his broad shoulders. He was so fucking jittery, he could barely keep his thoughts straight. Even his words to the boy, which were usually sweet and kind by nature, were laced with an edge.

"Then be a good boy for me and get in the goddamn car, Otouto," he growled.