Warnings: A.U; Yaoi; Incest; ItaSasu; Shota; Non-Con

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Disclaimer: Naruto belongs to Masashi Kishimoto.

Beted by: itachifemsasu

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A faint stir. A groan. Lungs filling with a deep breath, and eyelids fluttering open only to find darkness. Sasuke yawned as consciousness slowly made him aware of his surroundings. He blinked a few times knowing very well that staying with eyes closed or not wouldn't make any difference because he wouldn't make out the form of his own hands even if they were right in front of his face. The only sounds he heard were his and his brother's soft breaths.

Still a little groggy, he tried to rub his eyes but that simple task seemed almost impossible because he found himself trapped against a chest. The firm hold of Itachi's arm over the covers was wrapped around him, keeping him in place.

'What time is it?' he mentally asked himself. The alarm clock was on the other side of the bed, and he couldn't turn to see it. Sasuke felt he wasn't able to move a limb. The smallest hint of annoyance crept up in his chest.

He closed his eyes again.

Although he had just awakened, he still felt as if he hadn't slept enough. His body felt drained, and he was still too tired, which was absurd since he had been sleeping since 7 pm of the day before. He was sure it was all Itachi's fault for depriving him of his deserved hours of rest in the past days. But now for him, it didn't matter. He emptied his mind, and little by little, Sasuke let himself be dragged into a dreamless state.

He felt like only a couple of minutes had passed when he woke up again as Itachi stirred behind him. Sasuke kept his eyes closed and pretended to be still asleep.

The elder nuzzled his face against Sasuke's neck, giving a gentle little peck on the skin before removing his arm and leg from around the smaller body. He pushed the covers off himself, threw his legs over the edge of the bed, sat up, and let out a groan at the pleasurable sensation of stretching his back.

It was still too dark there, but Itachi was so accustomed to the location of everything that he easily walked over to the window and parted the thick curtains to let in the morning light. Those curtains were there more for privacy reasons than decoration; Itachi didn't trust the ones with light fabric. They had neighbours, anyone that took a glance from the windows of the houses across the street could witness an intimate moment between him and his brother, and the long-haired man surely didn't want their relationship exposed like that.

He ran a hand through his dishevelled hair and looked at the sky outside. The clouds had a light shade of pink due to the rising sun. He then looked at the clock. 7:17 am. He had awakened thirteen minutes before his alarm sounded.

Itachi walked away from the window and began to undress from his night clothes.

Soon his little brother would need to wake up and go to school, so he didn't care whether the light would remove the boy from his slumber or not. If he did not wake up, then the alarm would serve its purpose later, but then, Itachi would have plenty of time to drive him. He briefly smirked as he looked at the boy on his bed. The peaceful face too different from the usual hostile expression. Itachi recalled the moment when he got home and entered the room to find Sasuke already there, laying on the bed. He couldn't deny he was not pleased by the sight because it had been like Sasuke was waiting for him. The younger had done that a couple of times before, and whenever Itachi had a chance to ask what he had been doing there, Sasuke would reply he would rather not be bothered to wake up since he would be forced to sleep in his older brother's room anyway.

But this time... he just couldn't point what Sasuke was up to, but he could say that something was off.

Standing only in a pair of grey boxers that clung perfectly to his slender body, he pattered and disappeared inside the bathroom.

Sasuke had felt his brother's warmth leaving him, so he just kept hearing what his brother was doing. He had heard the sound of the curtains being open and a short pause followed by the sounds of clothes being discarded, footsteps, and finally, the bathroom door closing. However, he didn't open his eyes until he heard the shower being turned on.

The teen scrambled on the bed, reaching out for Itachi's cell phone on the bedside table, and scrolled through the contacts list trying to find Kakashi's number. He could have gotten it from Naruto, but he didn't want to explain himself to the blond later. Knowing his friend, he wouldn't stop making questions until Sasuke told everything about that matter.

The raven-haired boy began to search for a pen to write the number and opened one of the drawers. As soon as he found one, he tried to find a piece of paper but almost instantly gave up on that idea and wrote on his hand instead. He left the phone in the same position it had been, stood up, unlocked the door, and made his way out of the room. During the night, the doors of their bedrooms always stayed locked. Always. So they would not be caught in some compromising situation.

When Sasuke entered his bedroom, he instantly went for his phone to save the number. He undressed and took a quick shower, making sure to clean off every bit of any stains of blue marks in his hand and put on his uniform. After that, he ate breakfast as quickly as possible and left before his older brother went downstairs.

Normally, parents who saw their children behaving like that at the table would say something like: 'Don't eat too fast, otherwise, you'll have indigestion.'

But Fugaku acted like always: said nothing and seemed not to acknowledge Sasuke had been there. Not a surprise at all.

In other times, the young Uchiha would have been upset, and his determination would burn, fueled by his desire of being treated like the son Fugaku expected him to be. But after exhaustively trying to find an explanation for that treatment, feeling guilty several times in the process, and being neglected for years, he felt he couldn't care less.

Stepping on the sidewalk outside the house, he headed to school. The cold morning wind blew softly, moving Sasuke's long bangs from one side to another before the raven strands resumed its previous position, adorning each side of his face like a silky frame. It contrasted with the natural spiky mess in the backside of his head causing was a hairstyle that enhanced his features perfectly.

Sasuke was aware he needed to keep his usual aloof façade, but today he could barely contain his excitement. It was a weird sensation to him like he was a step to free himself from a burden. However, he also knew that he could be building false expectations, once Kakashi might not know a thing of Obito's past. Nevertheless, he was curious about anything Kakashi might tell him.

He was not late, so he took his time to appreciate this moment alone. The street where he was currently walking was a quiet one. His feet moved at a steady, slow pace. There was no one besides him there and for a brief second, he had the sensation of being the only person in a deserted city. He decided he liked that street, although he didn't take that way too often because was longer than the others. Occasionally a car would pass by, but without it to disturb the quietness, the only sounds he could hear were the ones of his footsteps every time it connected with the still moist sidewalks and the cheerful chirping of birds perched in the several trees along the way.

Soon enough, all distracting thoughts disappeared and instead, he decided to focus on more important matters, such as Obito. He knew had to grab whatever information he could get from Kakashi about his cousin. And that, let him pondering whether he should call the grey-haired man already or not.

'At this time, Itachi is leaving for work. So, Kakashi is probably doing the same,' Sasuke concluded, judging by the fact both men worked at the same place. He looked over his shoulder almost to certify he was not being followed, fished his phone from inside his pocket, and began to search through the numbers.

He was passing under a leafy tree when a sudden a gush of wind made its branches move and the leaves pour dewdrops over the display of the phone and also over him.

"Shit!" the boy cursed as he used the hem of his shirt to wipe the droplets of water from the screen. The happy chirping of the birds was compared to laughs in Sasuke's ears.

'Very funny,' he grumpily thought.

Again, he looked over his shoulder, noticing that there was only another person in that street, a red-haired man too far behind and already turning a corner. The boy didn't know why he was acting paranoid like that, almost expecting Itachi appear out of nowhere and forbid him from making that call.

Sasuke frowned at that thought. Perhaps he was indeed losing himself in his expectations, and in its turn, they were just letting him anxious.

He easily found Kakashi's number and pressed the call button. He held the phone against his ear, and on the fourth ring, the man answered.

"Hello," Kakashi looked at the ID and didn't recognize the number-which only a few select people had. And even though he was curious, at that time his tone couldn't have sounded more bored.

"Hi, Kakashi."

"Sasuke?" the man half-stated, half-guessed. He could not say for sure whether he was right, although he knew the Uchiha for some years he had never heard Sasuke's voice through the phone.

"Yeah, it's me."

"Something happened?" Kakashi asked, his tone becoming a little worried. Maybe it was an urgent matter.

"No! No. Nothing happened." This was what Sasuke had been fearing: That the other would be suspicious of something.

"Then, to what do I owe the pleasure of such an unexpected surprise?"

"If it's a surprise, of course it is unexpected, Kakashi."

"I just wanted to see if you were paying attention."

'Liar.'

Sasuke sighed and decided to go right to the real point of all that. "I wanted to ask if you could meet me today."

"Huh... I don't know, Sasuke. I've got a lot of work to do... Oh, wait a minute!"

For a couple of seconds Sasuke listened on some noises he couldn't distinguish, then Kakashi spoke again: "Well, I have a free time at... 4 pm, your classes will have ended by then, right? But I can't stay for too long." He had checked his schedule for the day and had seen he had to make a supervision of a project he was currently working on. He thought he could save a few minutes for the boy.

"No, that's fine," Sasuke said as he turned a corner and a distracted girl wearing a sailor uniform almost stumbled on him. He had stopped right on time. The said girl, the moment she lifted her face and laid eyes on him blushed madly, apologised, and walked hurriedly.

And that's how his fangirls are born... by merely looking at him. At least, this one would not be stalking him like the ones in his school.

"By the way, why do you want to meet me?" the older male asked.

"If it could be discussed through the phone I wouldn't want to see you, right?"

"Yeah, yeah..." Kakashi laughed. "So, your father is gonna make this party for Itachi's birthday. Why don't we talk there?"

Sasuke bit his lower lip not to curse. He had totally forgotten about that. The Uchihas hadn't celebrated anything since Mikoto's death. It was like his father had been mourning her for this whole time or something, which was total hypocrisy, once Fugaku never stopped involving himself with other women and getting home late, sometimes drunk, smelling like feminine cologne.

"Kakashi, will you meet me or not?" Sasuke asked.

"Ok," replied resigned. "I suppose it's important then."

"It is."

After deciding the place where they were supposed to encounter, Sasuke briefly recalled the man's habit of rarely being on time and warned him before hanging up, "Don't be late."

"Is not my fault if the world always seems to need my help," replied in an amused voice. "Bye."

Sasuke pressed the end call button and put the device again into his pocket. Now it was settled. He was going to see Kakashi, clear his doubts and hopefully afterwards would find a way to get out of this situation he had been trapped all these years. He would make Itachi stop and begin to live a normal life.

It had been a long time since he last actually looked forward to something.

Sasuke shook his head. He shouldn't let himself get so enticed by the prospect of those possibilities, because it was all they were, just possibilities. And with Itachi being part of the picture, he had indeed to be cautious. Sure, Sasuke acted defiant and stubborn towards the young man whose existence was the source of his main problems, and although sometimes Sasuke could act like a madman, he certainly was no idiot and knew better than to mess up with Itachi. Also, he knew that if his brother had been telling the truth this whole time, then he was really fucked up. But then again, at the same time what he had been told was so nonsense that he couldn't help it.

Pinching the bridge of his nose as he neared the school entrance, he willed himself to forget that matter for now and made his way straight to his class.

He took his seat on the chair near the window and put his elbows on the table linking his fingers, waiting for the teacher.

"Sasuke-kun," Ino, who had just arrived, approached him. "I want to apologise for yesterday. You know, it was all Sakura's fault. She didn't have to make such a scandal for nothing. I mean... er—..." she laughed nervously. "I'm not saying that you are nothing... it's just that—"

"Quit it!" he said.

Seeing the cold stare sent towards her, Ino assumed Sasuke was still angry about the events of the day before. Without saying another word, the girl went to her chair afraid of angering Sasuke further. She was certain that soon he would forget about it, and they will be on good terms again... Then, he'd realize she was the one meant for him, not that violent cow with that huge forehead nor any other girl. She'd have her beloved Sasuke-kun only to herself. Ino daydreamed and smiled as she gazed at the raven-haired boy sat just a few feet in front of her.

Not long after Ino left Sasuke alone, a pink-haired girl appeared before the Uchiha pestering him with another round of apologies. Just like her friend, Sakura defended herself saying she didn't have any fault on what happened.

He was at the verge of snapping at her when came in the teacher, Iruka Umino, a man on his late twenties, tanned skin, brown hair, a scar across his nose, and a happy and serene mood that certainly would be tested as the class continued.

"Good morning!" the teacher said as he put his things on his desk. "Everyone sit down, please!"

The students slowly went to their respective places ending their conversations-at least for now. As the girl with pink hair hadn't moved an inch from the spot she was, Iruka called her attention individually, much for the girl's dismay, "You too, Sakura."

She whined and against her will, sat down on the chair near Ino so that they could talk about girls things while Iruka was not paying attention to them.

"Ok, now we can—" Iruka was interrupted as the door burst open and a blond hurricane entered. "You're late, Naruto. I was about to begin the class."

"Iruka-sensei!" protested, "You haven't started yet, so that means I'm right on time!"

The teacher sighed. He was used to his student being late, but at least this time the boy had a point. "Go and take your seat already."

"Yes," Naruto almost sang the response. He went to sit down on a place at Sasuke's right. He had barely touched the chair when turned to the Uchiha, "Hey, Sasuke! I called you yesterday, why didn't you answer?"

"I was sleeping," lied. He had seen his phone buzzing, he was just not in the mood to answer.

Naruto made a face. "What kind of person sleeps at 6 pm? Did you get sick?"

"No," Sasuke said as he noticed Naruto concerned about his health.

The blond outstretched his arm to touch Sasuke's forehead but his hand was slapped away, and his earlier concerned expression was replaced by an offended one, "Aww, Sasuke! I just wanted to see if you are okay. You may not deserve it, but you are my friend and I worry about you." Naruto crossed his arms and sulked.

Sasuke was relieved when his friend stopped talking, for he didn't want to go further in that subject. It was not something important and was not like he could tell why he was so tired. He let the conversation die there. They remained like that for some minutes until Naruto got tired of sulking and started rambling about random things in a heated monologue which Sasuke just pretended to listen.

Deep within his mind, the young Uchiha just wanted those classes to end as soon as possible.

As the time progressed, his impatience grew at every glance he sent at the clock on the wall, for him those hands seemed stuck just mocking him.

This is one of the most interesting things about the time: the unique sense it transmits for each individual. Like those times when we most want it to run, it seems to slow down its pace just to thoroughly appreciate our suffering, just like a sadistic killer.

And for Sasuke, when the most expected hour finally came, what was being killed was his already barely extinguished patience.

He gulped the orange juice he had ordered as he awaited for Kakashi and then glanced for the thousandth time at his digital wristwatch, putting the glass back over the small table. And, as if on cue, the door of the shop opened. The man appeared and went towards the table with such calm that caused a vague sense of irritation on Sasuke.

"Yo!"

"You're late."

"I had to stop to fill the tank," he said taking a seat across the teen.

For a moment Sasuke couldn't say if that was a fact or just another of Kakashi's blatant lies to justify his laziness. This brought a smirk to his face. "At least this lie seems plausible."

Kakashi was wearing his usual mask but judging for the expression on the man's eyes Sasuke could say he was smiling. The boy had always wondered the cause for Kakashi wear a mask, but when he actually asked, the only reply he'd got from the older male had been a 'Don't you think it's cool?'

"So, what do you want to talk about?" Kakashi went for a more businesslike tone.

"Obito Uchiha," the younger answered matter-of-factly as if that was the most common subject he could pick and watched closely at what kind of reactions the mention of that name would cause on the other.