Warnings: A.U; Yaoi; Incest; ItaSasu; Shota; Non-Con
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Beted by: itachifemsasu
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Pages occasionally being turned were the only sounds one could hear in that silent living room. It was Sunday, which meant a day off the boring routine of the week, indulge in hobbies and pleasant activities, or maybe just to regain energies for another Monday where everything would begin all over again.
Alone in his apartment, Kakashi sat relaxed with his legs outstretched over the couch reading one of the books his friend Jiraiya had written. Since the first time he came across the beautiful world of erotic novels he felt like life wouldn't be the same without it. And to his surprise, he got knowing that his long term friend was an author of that kind of literature. Actually, Jiraiya was a well-known writer, however, his true name remained in the dark once he used the pseudonym of 'Ero-Sennin' for his works. Kakashi found amazing how with time he'd become quite obsessed with those books. He felt thrilled every time he purchased a new acquisition for his collection.
Often his leisure time was spent like that, a good story in hands and later, maybe go out with friends. Yet, today he tried to concentrate. His eyes scanned the page, but it seemed his brain couldn't decode the words printed, and he couldn't fully understand the message each sentence should transmit. He was so tired of reading the paragraphs over and over that he chose to turn the pages with just a vague idea of what was happening in the story.
The reason why he couldn't concentrate was that he was still brooding over Sasuke's sudden interest in Obito. It was silly to feel that sense of wariness for something so small like that when he had no reasons to do so. Nonetheless, he was not done with that subject yet.
Kakashi closed the book and put it on the coffee table. His mind had just wandered off while he was reading again and he finally gave up insisting on that lost cause. He was not one to lose his concentration this easily. Releasing a sigh, he ran a hand through his short grey locks in frustration.
The last rays of the setting sun outside still managed to make its way through the opened window to cast its orange light on the wall, reminding Kakashi that he still had plenty of time until the appointment he had to attend to later. Turning the TV, Kakashi began to flip through the channels trying to find something that was interesting. He set for watching a film. It didn't matter what that film, for he just needed to entertain his restless brain.
Kakashi guessed he felt so uneasy every time he had to touch that subject involving Obito because he somehow still felt guilty. The man who had died—the one the Uchiha went to fetch, that man had called him first. If only he had answered... all those terrible events wouldn't have happened, nothing bad wouldn't have happened because Fugaku just could never permit to an Uchiha being gay. Plus, Obito and Kakashi were not on good terms back then when the other got attacked, and the grey-haired man only came to know of everything two weeks later.
The moment his best friend most needed him, he was not there to help. Not to mention Kakashi still worked for Fugaku, the one who had done such ill to Obito. He felt like a traitor, even though the other male once told Kakashi it didn't matter, that he mustn't quit his job or feel guilty over something that didn't concern him in the least.
It was amazing how Obito had overcome it all. Despite dropping the engineering college and cutting ties with the rest of the Uchihas, he managed to marry the woman he loved and created the Akatsuki with the help of two other associates. Through the years the tattoo business showed itself very lucrative and Obito was more than happy with his job, doing what really pleased him. And besides, in the studio, differences were faced as normal, no one judged him for his many scars.
Despite that, Kakashi recalled that less than a week ago the other male had admitted he would be overjoyed if something bad happened to Fugaku. He didn't dwell in the past, though he nourished sheer hate for the head of the Uchiha.
"Who wouldn't?" Kakashi asked himself aloud.
'You should mind your own business, Kakashi,' that line had been told so many times to him that could even hear his friend's voice sounding in his head.
He sighed.
"Yeah, it doesn't concern me."
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Parties are good places to socialize and make new friends, to get to know a little better whom you have already met before, to dance and to have fun.
That's very common for some people to get unconstrained easily, and for others to drink to muster courage enough to get extraverted. Also, there are the ones who are the centre of all attention, and others who prefer to stay on the corners just observing, having fun in their own way.
There are parties of several kinds, though birthday parties are one of those which have a small detail that makes them different from the others: you usually invite people whom you are close to.
Itachi looked around at the people who were there to celebrate his twenty years. None of them was what he would call a friend.
The Uchiha returned his attention to the two men talking about financial matters before him, again listening to them—not that he had missed anything important from what they were saying. They were only trying to impress the woman with them showing off using technical words and expressions, hoping to look more intelligent in her eyes. Pathetic.
Itachi was just playing the role of a good host, standing there time and again giving an opinion, pretending to care, just waiting for the end of all that.
"Itachi-kun!" called a middle-aged man from behind him. Itachi excused himself and went to approach the man. From the second he eyed him, the Uchiha knew very well why he was being called for.
"Okamoto-san, how are you?"
"Oh, I'm great, thank you for asking." Okamoto smiled then gestured to the young woman with him, "This is my daughter, Minako. I wanted to introduce her to you."
"Pleased to meet you, Minako-san," Itachi politely said taking one of her hands and kissing.
She giggled. "I've heard so much about you, Itachi-san."
A father practically offering his daughter... why he was not surprised?
"And what do you hear about me, Minako-san? All good, I hope."
Overused and empty lines only to keep the conversation going. Yet, he decided to play along and asked her many questions which she gladly answered. Time and again he would drop a compliment, and she would blush and continue talking.
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Out of habit, Kakashi had been one of the last to arrive. He had seen Jiraiya and later went to make some conversation with a few people he hadn't seen in quite a while. Now, once he was not fond of such exercises himself, he stood there drinking and observing the well-dressed men and the women dancing at the sound of the music.
He took one last gulp from his drink and right after took another glass from the platter of a young man that passed near him.
After so many years, the Uchiha household was full of life once again. Itachi was officially becoming an adult, Fugaku couldn't let the occasion pass unnoticed.
Kakashi's eyes fell on two boys in one corner. The blond boy happened to look back at him and smile. The dark-haired one noticed him as well, and both began to come towards him.
"Whasup, Kakashi?" Naruto spoke as soon as they came to hearing range.
"Hello, Naruto, Sasuke. You're both looking good."
"Well... thank you. Tsunade baa-chan forced me to wear this." Naruto didn't like button-up shirts, but this one he had to put on, otherwise things would have gotten somewhat scary for him. A mad Tsunade was the last thing he wanted to see. Nonetheless, Naruto liking or not, the woman had a very good taste for clothes. The light blue shirt matched perfectly with his tanned skin and seemed to accentuate the colour of his eyes, and that's why he didn't complain any further. Sasuke, on the other hand, said nothing, he felt he didn't need to. He was wearing a pair of black slacks and a white shirt. The most different detail from his usual style was not the clothing itself but the two buttons opened and the sleeves rolled up to the elbow. He was wearing them that way because he had almost no bruises in his arms nor on his collarbones—the ones still marking him were barely visible and could only be noticed if inspected closely, and of course, no one would dare.
Itachi had caught a glimpse of his brother, and now he stared at the other side of the slightly crowded place to the doorway where Sasuke had disappeared with Naruto. Although being too far from considering Naruto a threat, he was not fond of the idea of his little brother spending the whole night with the blond. It displeased him to see the boy receiving all that attention from Sasuke.
"Something wrong, Itachi-kun?" Minako asked when she saw the Uchiha distracted. The fact that she had dropped the 'san' didn't go unnoticed by him.
"No. It's nothing." He smiled apologetically, and she resumed her monologue about how wonderful was being to study abroad. Her father had pretended to see someone he wanted to meet and left them alone long ago, expecting that by the end of the party his daughter would have the Uchiha prodigy enchanted by her beauty and gracefulness.
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The first thing that passed through Sasuke's mind when he realized Naruto and himself were the youngest in that place was that he would need to be thrown in an asylum because he was sure a bored Naruto was going to drive him mad. However, those assumptions showed themselves unfounded, and in the end, he was enjoying this amount of time with his friend, like always. Plus, Kakashi was there too, and despite being older than them, the grey-haired man was the best company he could have found in that sea of strangers.
Kakashi balanced his hand, making a circular motion so that he could mix the ice cubes and the whisky inside the glass, and only now did it occur to Sasuke: Kakashi was drinking. And to drink he needed...
It all seemed to happen in slow motion before Sasuke's eyes. He didn't even dare to blink so that there would be no way he would lose that scene.
Kakashi brought his hand to his face and pulled down the mask.
Sasuke's jaw would have dropped to the ground if it was not attached to his head.
"You must be kidding..." he muttered in disbelief, his eyebrow twitching.
In the same moment, Naruto's laugh filled his ears. "Haven't seen that coming, did you?"
Sasuke looked at him with an expression that clearly said: what the fuck?
"You already knew about that?" asked the Uchiha.
Do you know what a matryoshka is? If not, maybe you have already seen one but you're not relating the word to the object. It's those Russian dolls that you open one and there's another one similar inside.
And it was something like a matryoshka. Under the mask there was another mask—much to Sasuke's disappointment, the boy was excited to see Kakashi's face for the first time... But the second mask was different from the first, it had a hole in the mouth. It looked like a balaclava's lower half.
The following seconds of silence was suddenly broken by Naruto. "Aw man, I need to use the bathroom..." amusement was still present in his tone. "Be right back."
Sasuke watched him go and turned to Kakashi still feeling a little surprised. When he thought the older male couldn't be weirder, Kakashi proved him wrong. He stared for a while at the two layers of fabric covering the man's face and eventually his curiosity got the best of him and he made Kakashi a question, "It doesn't make you hot?"
"Yes, some people say I'm hot wearing it."
The raven was not expecting that, again, and he took a second for the meaning to sink in. He blushed. "That's not what I meant!"
Kakashi looked down at him. His eyes denounced the grin hidden behind the black mask. It was so funny to catch Sasuke looking sheepish. He laughed and ruffled the boy's hair. "I know."
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Naruto dodged from the people in his way like a football player trying to score a goal. He hated to admit it, but Sasuke was right, he shouldn't have drunk so many raspberry cocktails—non-alcoholic, of course—but, oh, they were so damn good... However, now his bladder was about to explode.
As he made his way to the bathroom in the hallway, he spotted Jiraiya, Fugaku and a strange man chatting. They were very close to the entry, it seemed the man had just arrived—which was weirder than the man himself because it was way past 10 pm. The party would end around midnight since most of the people there would have work the next day, including the hosts. Though he didn't waste time observing them, he was in a hurry after all...
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The Uchiha heir was a master in self-control and hiding his emotions. Behind every charming smile and every polite compliment, no one there could even fathom the growing irritation he felt for seeing his brother so attached to Naruto. He didn't waste the first opportunity he'd gotten to free himself from Minako and go looking for Sasuke. She was getting infatuated with him faster than he expected, and it was just increasing his irritation.
He scanned the hall for that familiar dark spiky hair. For a second he wondered if the younger was using Naruto to provoke him. However, he considered that given the fact that among those people Naruto was the only one with whom Sasuke could maintain a conversation without getting bored or irritated, it made perfect sense if they stayed the entire time together.
But when he found Sasuke, Naruto was not with him. Instead, the teen was with a man whom he knew very well. Itachi's eyes narrowed at what he saw. Kakashi was laughing and ruffling Sasuke's hair and the boy was blushing.
"Hello, Kakashi-san," he greeted.
"Oh, Itachi-kun, I haven't seen you yet. Happy birthday, by the way. I thought I was going to see you dancing, but it seems you don't like it, huh?"
"Thank you. Well, no, I'm afraid I don't know how to dance."
Somehow, Kakashi didn't believe that statement. Knowing Itachi, he was sure the Uchiha could be the best in nearly everything.
The carefree exchange happening right before Sasuke's eyes did little to lessen the tension he felt since the moment Itachi came towards them. He had been the first to see him approaching and caught glimpses of glares when the elder was still some meters away from them. He feared Itachi might be angry for some unknown reason and maybe even discount on him later. This had never happened before, but this was Itachi, the sadistic bastard he had as his older brother, and because of this, Sasuke expected anything from him.
"Itachi!" the grave tone of Fugaku Uchiha attracted the said man's attention as he neared them, along with him was the weird guy Naruto had seen only a moment before. Jiraiya went after Tsunade and was not with them. Fugaku nodded to acknowledge Kakashi and not even glanced at his youngest son like the boy was not there.
Sasuke was used to being ignored by Fugaku, but sometimes he did feel insulted. What the hell had he done wrong this time? Making an effort to dismiss his father's cold treatment, he focused his attention on the guy beside Fugaku. The man was staring at Itachi with such intensity and admiration that it made Sasuke nauseated.
"Itachi, I'm sure you remember Orochimaru Yakushi here," Fugaku gestured to the man. "He had been living in America for the past six years and has returned to live in Japan about a week ago." And the brag began... "He was impressed when I told him that you've graduated and are working in the Uchiha Company at such a young age."
"It's a great pleasure to see you again, Itachi-kun," said Orochimaru outstretching his hand for a handshake with Itachi, a disturbing smirk plastered onto his absurdly pale face as he revelled on the moment of finally being face to face with the Uchiha prodigy again. The last time, which was also the first time Orochimaru had seen him, Itachi was just a boy with what he judged no more than ten years old. He had been so interesting that Orochimaru couldn't bring himself to forget the Uchiha. Now, a full decade later, the other male was indeed changed, but that was far from being a disappointing detail as Orochimaru himself could see.
"Likewise, Yakushi-san," replied Itachi not meaning in the least his words and withdrawing his hand as soon as he found appropriate. He hated Orochimaru and that perverted gaze of his and didn't want to maintain any kind of physical contact with him any more than needed.
When the thrill of that simple handshake vanished, Orochimaru finally began to pay attention at the other two males with Itachi. He was not prepared to the surprise he felt when his gaze fell onto the teen whose features were so alike Itachi's. For a moment he felt like he couldn't look away.
"I didn't know you had another son, Fugaku," he said as soon as he regained his senses.
Fugaku didn't think Sasuke would be of any interest for Orochimaru and was not inclined to talk about him. After all the boy was a total failure and didn't excel in anything. But much against his own will, he had to introduce them. "Well, I thought you already knew each other... This is Sasuke, my youngest son."
"I'm glad to finally meet you," Orochimaru said and waited for the boy to shake his hand. However, as the seconds ticked by it was clear Sasuke was not going to do so.
"Forgive my son's lack of manners, Orochimaru, " He apologized, seeing as how Sasuke didn't care at all. One of the most important physicians in Japan and his son had to act like a rebellious brat. "Despite being raised to be like Itachi, he's far from being like his brother."
At that last comment from Fugaku, Sasuke saw red. He grasped the glass harder in his hand to control himself. His father was underestimating and comparing him again!
He walked away from them without saying a single word and stomping as if he wanted to crush the ground beneath his feet, which was instantly interpreted as childishness for being scolded in front of people. The small group of men soon dismissed it and restarted the conversation. However, the four whipped their heads towards Sasuke again the moment a loud sound of glass breaking against a solid surface reached their ears.
Sasuke was seething. What he hated the most was to be compared to Itachi. Worst, being considered inferior to him. He felt the need to break something, anything, just to dissipate a little of that anger that flared up instantly with that simple scold his father gave him. The first thing within his reach, which happened to be the glass he was holding, became the outlet for his fury. Afterwards, Sasuke only continued on his way like nothing had happened, leaving behind the shattered pieces of glass on the ground, the wet spot on the wall where it had crashed, and the wide-eyed guests in the hall scandalized with the sudden act. Definitely, Sasuke hadn't caused a good impression on them.
He had lost control and knew very well he was going to pay for it. Therefore, for the time being, as he climbed the staircase of the living room, he knew the only thing he could do was to wait for the thunderstorm to come.
He slammed his bedroom door shut and lay on the bed, arms folded under his head. He stared up at the ceiling, his gaze not fixing in any spot in particular. It all made him wondering why did he get on such a state for nearly nothing? Sasuke heard and had to put up with worse on a daily basis and only on rare moments he had got so worked up as he did minutes ago. Or maybe that was the cause itself: he was being implosive.
Emotionally explosive people dispel their anger in the same second they feel it, through rants, physical aggression, or other equally expressive reactions. Implosive people tend to keep their anger forgotten and locked up until hell eventually breaks loose. That's one of the main reasons why almost all quiet people become such psychos when they finally receive the last drop that makes the bucket overflow. With sheer rage blinding their rationality, it's all or nothing for them.
Sasuke's hatred had ignited with such ease that that was the first time he truly wished to kill his father. Yet, his reaction was nothing if compared to what might have occurred if he was really out of his mind.
Fugaku never cared about him, his actions spoke for themselves and Sasuke had learned to deal with it, but the times he voiced it out loud, it still hurt.
Three knocks on the door interrupted his thoughts and he sat up so fast as if he had just been bitten by some venomous insect.
"Sasuke! Open the door!" Naruto called out from the hallway and the boy felt himself relax at the sound of that voice. For a second, he thought he was going to face his father earlier than expected. He unlocked the door and Naruto entered.
"Weren't you only going to use the bathroom? Where have you been?"
"On my way back I accidentally bumped into a woman and she happened to spill her drink over me. It fell on my hair and face, but at least I managed to clean up my shirt before it stained." He smiled sheepishly and then sniffed the air around himself. "I'm still smelling like alcohol though. I just hope Tsunade baa-chan don't think I've been the one drinking it."
Sasuke lay down again and resumed his position staring at the ceiling, and Naruto sat on the bed. "When I went looking for you, Kakashi said that you probably had come to your bedroom. What happened?" asked the blond concerned.
"I was tired of all that bullshit. That's all."
"Don't talk like that teme! That's your brother birthday, you should be happy and downstairs celebrating with him!"
Sasuke frowned at his friend's protest and closed his eyes as though it would block him from the hyperactive boy. 'You don't know anything, Naruto.'
"Come on, Sasuke!"
No response was given.
"Sasuke...?" That fucking Uchiha was completely ignoring him! A mischievous smile played across his face. "Let's go downstairs... or I'm going to drag you!" he said standing up and pulling the other by the ankles.
Sasuke's eyes opened as he felt himself sliding from the bed. 'This little bi—'
The raven held with both hands onto the headboard and began to kick fiercely. Due to the sudden movements, he managed to free one of his legs, however, Naruto kept his grasp onto the other while his left hand flailed in the air trying to capture Sasuke again. Despite his agile attempts, Sasuke showed himself faster than Naruto and kicked with one leg while pulling the other from within his friend's grip until his efforts were rewarded.
Naruto was putting such effort at pulling Sasuke that when his hold onto the other boy slipped, he fell on his butt on the floor.
"Fuck Sasuke! You're such a prick!" exclaimed Naruto looking at the smug smirk the Uchiha had on his face.
Sasuke snickered. "Whatever."
After Naruto decided he would stop bothering Sasuke to go downstairs with him they began to talk about random subjects, it was so pleasant that the two boys didn't see the time passing. They were in the middle of an argument of what was the best character skill they had ever seen on a manga when Itachi appeared at the door saying Jiraiya was calling Naruto so that they could go home.
"Genjutsus are very nice, but they would never have the awesomeness of having an army of kage bunshins at your disposal," the blond gave his final statement as he left.
"Bunshins are one of the most basic skills, there's no comparison."
"But you have to agree that clones are pretty cool."
"Never."
Itachi stayed for a while on the same spot after Naruto left, and Sasuke began to think his brother had something to say to him but before he moved his mouth to ask what the hell Itachi wanted, the elder left as well, and once more Sasuke found himself alone.
Only after midnight when he was already threatening to fall asleep a loud bang on the door startled him, and when he proceeded to open it, was not Itachi who he saw, but a furious Fugaku.
"Just what the fuck you think you were doing?" the man asked between clenched teeth the moment he stepped into Sasuke's room, the silence he received only fueling his rage even more. "Answer me!"
The boy took a step back, not sure of what he should say. Anything he told would do nothing to calm Fugaku down. "I didn't like that man."
"It doesn't matter! That wasn't the only act of disrespect of the night. You should follow the same steps as your brother, so you would learn how to be a respectable man."
"Who said I want to be like him?"
Sasuke had barely finished that sentence when he received a hard punch on his left cheek and nearly fell to the ground. He staggered backwards and managed to fall ungracefully on the edge of the bed. Sasuke became dizzy with that sole blow. The teen lifted his hand to touch the injured place, which was already beginning to swell, and opened his eyes—he didn't even know when they had closed—and looked at Fugaku. The man had undone his belt. The real pain was about to begin.
The belt descended upon Sasuke's bare arm as the boy tried to defend himself. Each blow burned and hurt as the red stripes imprinted themselves on his body.
The worst part of being hit by your parents is that you may be seething, if you react and fight them back, the mere gesture of lifting your hand for them will be considered the utmost disrespect and that will only serve as another reason to hit you more.
"Ahh!" he screamed as Fugaku punched him again, this time on the ribs successfully making him fall to the floor. But to his dismay, the boy knew there was much more to come. Yet, he wouldn't cry, he refused to cry. He would endure it to the end without showing his father any further signs of pain.
The older Uchiha looked down at the fallen boy wondering how Sasuke could be so inconsiderate. He didn't like Orochimaru himself but knew that the physician was a very powerful and influential man so he at least tried to be friendly with him. Why couldn't his youngest son understand the importance of having connections? Sasuke had never put any effort to bring more prestige to the family, quite the contrary. Not to mention his selfish way and his growing envy towards Itachi had brought him to a not so good relationship with the elder, Sasuke acted with such hostility with his brother that Fugaku didn't understand why his oldest son still cared for that ungrateful boy.
The serenade of pained screams only ceased a couple of minutes later, when the fists and the belt stopped their work.
Outside the room, Itachi had heard a lot as he passed by with a faint smile threatening to form on his face. He waited with all the patience he could muster until he was sure Fugaku had ended his little scandal and left so that Itachi could enter Sasuke's bedroom.
He was greeted with the sight of the boy sitting near the headboard with his knees pulled up to his chest. He seemed fragile, his eyes were unfocused, that is, until he looked up at Itachi and all the familiarity of his determined gaze returned.
Sasuke was expectant that Itachi would leave him alone at least for now, but in the end, once more his hopes were crushed and for him only lasted to bend to the unspoken command and follow the elder. Luckily, Itachi wouldn't touch him today.
Upon finding himself enclosed in his brother's bedroom, Sasuke barely had time to move farther inside when the other came from behind him wrapping his arms around his much smaller frame. He tried to release himself from the tight grip.
"I know you're not in conditions to put up on a fight with me today. So don't struggle and I'll make sure to be gentle," Itachi menacingly whispered in his ear, then nuzzled the side of the boy's face loving the way that smooth skin slid against his lips. "However, if you keep making things difficult, I may not act as nice as I'm willing to be."
"You don't care for anyone but yourself, do you?" The voice was barely audible, but in the quietness of the room, it was more than enough, filled with resentment and hopelessness. He stopped his attempts of breaking Itachi's forceful hold and kept breathing hard, waiting to see what the other would do, creating a chance for a moment to catch his brother off guard.
"You have no idea of how utterly wrong you are," replied Itachi. He saw the younger had calmed down and began to unbutton Sasuke's shirt all the while aware of the game the boy was playing, thus paying close attention to every slight move that might indicate Sasuke was getting ready to suddenly jerk away from his grasp. He smirked like a predator delighting himself with the futile attempts of his scared prey.
Itachi peeled off the garment covering his little brother's body with caution, first one sleeve, then the other until it had completely slid off him. He let it fall to the ground, and his agile hands travelled down the boy's flat abdomen to undo his slacks.
He dragged his hand along Sasuke's hips pulling down trousers and underwear and letting it pool on the boy's feet, who stepped out of them with a murderous look on his face. Sasuke stayed motionless as he was held against Itachi's clothed chest. The erection the elder sported was easy to notice, pressed against his bare butt.
Itachi planted open mouth kisses onto Sasuke's exposed shoulders, amused to see the other male tensing, still holding onto the undying hope of overpowering him. Itachi chuckled. "Foolish little brother... The door is locked, and so is the window. If you release yourself now what could you possibly do?"
One night alone wouldn't erase all the times Itachi abused him and wouldn't stop him to keep going with it, but Sasuke would love to have a saying on his own body at least for once and not to be his brother's toy.
"What do you mean?"
"Of course, you always have to put some resistance," the elder continued, ignoring Sasuke's question, dragging him to the bed. "But that's only until you stop pretending not to enjoy my touches."
"I don't!" the younger trashed again, and could only watch as he fell face-first onto the pillow with his legs dangling from the mattress and Itachi over him on an awkward position.
Making an effort to pull his arms that were still circling Sasuke from under him, Itachi leaned back, his hands now free to turn over the boy so they could face each other.
The moment he was turned, Sasuke tried to slam his fists on Itachi. The elder, already predicting what would happen, moved faster, pinning them onto Sasuke's chest with such ease that let the said boy feeling as useless as ever. There was no escape. When Itachi managed to hold his wrists with only one hand he struggled once more, he knew he was trapped so he wanted to make it all harder for Itachi. He saw as the man over him grabbed a silk tie from under a pillow, fastened it around his wrists, and tied him to the headboard.
The bonds weren't too tight to the point of cutting circulation, and the teen still tried to release himself moved by his insistent desperation. However, the fabric was pure silk, plus, with the knots his brother made, he noticed there was no way it would loosen up.
The elder undressed and slowly stepped toward Sasuke. He took his time contemplating his handiwork and the arousing sight of that helpless alluring boy through his lust-filled stare. His erection stood in the air and it twitched at the thought of making that pretty face scrunch in pleasure. As his eyes scanned the slim body before them, Itachi assessed the number of marks caused by Fugaku; there were not too many, with no doubt in a few days they were all going to fade. The worst signs of violence he could find were in the face, in the spots where their father had punched Sasuke, but it was nothing to worry about.
The younger had long tossed his head to the side not to look at Itachi in all his naked glory. It was silly, yet the least thing Sasuke needed now was a reminder of how pitiful his situation was and that another session of utter shame was about to begin. He felt the mattress dipping while his brother climbed into bed, and the weight settled over him. Itachi was straddling his lap.
Itachi grabbed the younger's jaw, the purple painted nails digging into the boy's flesh, and forced him to make eye contact. How he managed to use nail polish without Fugaku having a heart attack, plus without losing his undeniable credibility with the conservative businessmen he had to deal with every day was beyond Sasuke. If he had been the one to show up with that same peculiarity, the outcome would not be as harmless.
"You should have followed my advice from the beginning." His fingers traced the bruise on the rosy lips, his eyes catching the small wince when he touched the cut. He leaned down and lightly kissed Sasuke tasting the faintest trace of blood. Sasuke's mouth felt so soft and delicious on him that he little by little increased the strength. Itachi delighted himself invading his bother's mouth in a sultry and lingering kiss that ended with both of them panting. But soon, despite finding that flustered expression on Sasuke endearing, he stopped staring and moved to kiss the boy's neck. How Itachi loved that neck. So sensitive. Perfect canvas of porcelain skin just pleading for a love bite, and he could do nothing but to oblige.
He continued his explorations onto that body which he knew so well, wandering down to collarbones giving the deserved treatment to every inch of skin his mouth found on its way until it reached Sasuke's nipples, where he gave special attention. He played with the nubs, twisting it with his tongue and giving occasional soft bites, alternating from one to another.
Itachi had to adjust himself, to keep going further down Sasuke's body. He touched on the right places with a practised skill for the sole purpose of making Sasuke lose his mind. And when his face was right before the boy's member, Itachi noticed showed the first signs of hardening and stopped his ministrations for a brief second to grab the bottle of lube in the drawer of the nightstand.
He popped the lid open coating his fingers with the slick substance and settled between his legs and proceeded to prepare his adorable little brother for their lovemaking. With the utmost care, once he saw Sasuke wasn't striving against him anymore, he kept his promise of being gentle and started to stroke him to lessen the discomfort of the intrusion. One after another the digits were inserted and moved around, lubricating and stretching him out. His eyes half-lidded with desire didn't avert from Sasuke's entrance, hypnotized by the way it seemed to suck in his finger, and his dick leaked, eager to be sheathed by those warm walls.
Suddenly, he felt the younger clench around his fingers, Sasuke let out a gasp and was unable to contain the unwanted moan that escaped his mouth when Itachi touched the sweet spot within him.
The boy arched his back trying to hold back the sounds as he once again was horrified with his own body. Why couldn't he just remain unresponsive? He felt the warm breath over his crotch and saw Itachi's face mere inches away from his cock.
The elder gently pumped him and licked his lips in anticipation, but first, he decided to play a bit with his defenceless brother. He circled the thumb around the head, smearing the pearly liquid over the sensitive gland. "I'm flattered you want me this much, Sasuke."
Sasuke felt the long hair tickling him and kept silent, watching as Itachi lowered his face and began to plant soft kisses and then suckle his inner thighs, not breaking eye contact not only for a second.
Those eyes... The frustration swirling within them made Itachi smirk as he nibbled at the sensitive spot on the boy's thigh. Any other person would have submitted by now, but not Sasuke, that was not his nature. However, his little brother had to pick up the pieces of his useless resolve each time they finished.
After much teasing, Itachi decided to put an end on the game. His mouth craved to taste Sasuke and he could not restrain himself anymore. A strangled cry meet his ears as he gave a lewd lick onto the pink head, savouring the salty precum. And then, he took the wet tip in and slowly the shaft was engulfed by him, it felt so hot as it slid into his mouth. Itachi also noticed Sasuke slight waving his hips. Sasuke was doing his best not to buck.
The almost closed eyelids and the clenched jaw were a lovely encouragement from Sasuke's part, because the more he tried to maintain his composure, the more Itachi wanted to make him a whimpering mess.
Itachi made sure to swallow all he could from that cock, managing to cover it almost entirely. Curving his fingers upwards, he brushed the boy's prostate, and he sucked hard on the delicious flesh around his lips. The reaction he received was priceless. Assaulted by the jolt of pleasure, Sasuke tried to close his legs, Itachi kept pushing his fingertips on that sweet spot and going up and down on his dick with such vigour he felt Sasuke would cum at any moment.
And then, when he was sure the orgasm would be unavoidable... Itachi stopped.
The man detached from Sasuke's member and withdrew his fingers, spreading the remaining lube on his cock. His brother was more than prepared to receive him. He lifted the boy's hips and settling it over his thighs. The position provided him with a good view of that area and total control over the movements. Itachi slowly pushed in, hissing as his cock was wrapped by the heat.
When he finished filling Sasuke, his self-control was tested again. It was a torture for him to be completely inside his little brother and have to wait for him to adjust to his length. He wished to just screw him right away, yet he couldn't. Just as intoxicating as reaching his orgasm was to see Sasuke overtaken by lust, and to accomplish that Itachi couldn't hurt the boy further.
The long-haired man pulled back, then pushed forward, rocking his hips as soon as he noticed Sasuke was ready, creating agonizing friction, insufficient to sate his desire.
Sasuke was hard, painfully hard. He hated this haze for fogging his mind. He felt humiliated to let it happen. But the worst was not the moment, the situation in itself, what made Sasuke feel terrible was the aftermath, to live with the knowledge that he had succumbed to the stimulation and enjoyed doing something so filthy, so wrong. At least the times Itachi was rough and sought only his own pleasure Sasuke didn't need to feel that way.
He looked up at the elder, who was staring back at him, noticing the sweat glistening on his skin and the long silky strands swinging back and forth in rhythm with each time Itachi sank into him.
He closed his eyes tightly. He didn't want to see it. He wished he would not to be able to remember any of this.
Itachi took Sasuke's member on his hand, pumping it. He wanted to drive Sasuke over the edge and see that willpower of his crumble down one more time. He wanted him to submit and come undone right before his eyes. Itachi would make him remember he was the one providing him all those sensations. He wanted to make him writhe and try a lame attempt to suppress his lovely sounds of pleasure, wanted him ashamed for yielding to the sinful act of being violated by his own flesh. Itachi would fuck him senseless and make him like of it to prove his beloved little brother he wasn't the only one sick.
The slapping sounds of their hips colliding mixed with pants, gasps, and the creaking of the bed didn't trespass the walls of that room. Sasuke had long learned the consequences for his actions, thus has never been one to let out many noises.
The boy only let out only a low grunt when his seed was released all over the elder's hand.
Every little expression Itachi saw heightened his sense of power over his brother. And the sight of Sasuke deliciously swallowing him at each thrust was all he needed to feel the pressure begin to build up. Just a little more and Itachi would spill himself into him. Just a little more...
He held tighter onto his brother's thighs, and with a final hard thrust, he climaxed. His eyes fluttered shut to thoroughly enjoy the blissful moment.
Itachi withdrew, seeing some droplets of cum leaking from the boy's entrance. He sighed, a tired, yet satisfied sigh and gave Sasuke a sloppy kiss before lying beside him for a minute, regaining his breath and feeling his lust dissipating.
He willed himself to stand and switch the lights off and went back to the bed in the pitch darkness. Itachi pulled the covers over their naked bodies, and only then he untied Sasuke. The boy turned to face the other side with all the certainty in the world that he would wake up with marks around his wrists.
The long-haired man noticed his brother shifting, but paid it no mind and let Sasuke be. The laziness after sex crashed into them like a wave, lulling the two Uchiha and bringing the sleep as soon as their eyelids closed.
The night couldn't have ended better. But only one of the two male resting could agree to this statement.