Chapter 2

Anyone who told Sasuke the size of a man's dick didn't matter to the amount of pleasure their partner received was a liar.

A big, fat stinking liar.

Take Neji for example. The brunette was basically a god. If not, he was definitely crafted by one. He was almost a head taller than Sasuke. His broad shoulders and rippling back muscles easily towered over the majority of the population, and, that top-tiered face, which basically sent out waves of bow-down-to-me-and-worship-me vibes, was radiant as the sun's rays and it hurt Sasuke sometimes to stare at it too often.

Aside from the perfect face and body, another thing of Neji's that was god-like happened to lay south of the border. Ahem. Perfection on top of perfection. Sasuke almost blushed thinking about it.

Now, compare that to a three-minute dick the size of a jalapeño. Cringe of the century.

It barely even rattled his cage the right way, much less touched the appropriate spots. With something so insignificant, he didn't even break a sweat or utter a moan. Not to mention, those things reminded him of limp caterpillars hanging between the groin: tiny and shriveled up.

Hence, Sasuke did something he never thought he'd do: he bought an artificial organ. Okay, well, a dildo. He bought a dildo.

Don't judge, okay? Times were tough.

As he twisted the pink silicone wonder in his hand playfully, tossing it up and watching it fall on his navy blue comforter, the stark contrast more captivating than he expected, he dialed Neji's number absent-mindedly.

When he heard a click, he spoke without even acknowledging the brunette. "Last call for a dickfest. Get them while they're hot," he muttered, a half smirk creeping onto his lips from how stupid it sounded.

A cacophonous bout of laughter echoed through the receiver and into his ears, tickling him. "You're so charming," Neji half-cooed, half laughed, attempting to get his chuckles under control.

"At this point, I'm almost desperate."

"That's not good. Don't let that give you an excuse to do stupid things. And stop picking the big ones; they're more trouble than they're worth."

"You're such a worrywart."

"Sasuke," Neji's tone grew serious, "I'm not joking. Some men don't take rejection well, so be careful."

Sasuke almost blurted out, "If you had sex with me, I wouldn't have to go find it elsewhere." But he didn't because that would be an asshole move, and Neji didn't deserve even a smidgen of that. Instead, he sighed, fiddling with his dildo. "I know. That's why I always arrange to meet in a crowded place."

"It would be better if you found a stable partner."

"What do you think I'm trying to do?" Sasuke retorted while he waggled the dildo in avid fascination. It bobbed in his hand.

"Mhmm, you want to grab dinner tomorrow?" Neji asked.

In the background, Sasuke could hear a loud siren blare, and a few men began yelling. "I'm hanging out with Itachi tomorrow. Another day?"

"Sure thing. I have to go. We got a call."

"Okay, be safe."

"Always."

Sasuke hung up and tossed his phone aside. Half-heartedly, he glanced out the window and noted that the sun had just begun to set. It was just a little past seven and Itachi wouldn't be back till at least nine in the evening, so Sasuke resigned to try out, what he hoped would be, his new best friend.

Honestly, he didn't know what to expect. His bedroom experiences were quite vast, but surprisingly did not encompass the use of dildos.

Sasuke broke out the lube. It was difficult to get in the zone, because, usually, he would go hot and heavy with foreplay with his partner before he even began fingering himself. Sasuke tried to picture what that would look like as his wet fingers reached for his hole. Crouched over on his knees, he rested his cheek on his satin pillow, a small whine escaping his lips when he prodded his entrance with one finger.

He pressed forward slowly, allowing the entrance to swallow it comfortable before he added a second finger. Immediately, he dug his forehead into the pillow and groaned.

Fuck.

It had been a while. Even two fingers felt oddly tight, squishing themselves closely together inside him as he moved them in and out. His other palm reached for his dick and slowly jerked it so it grew full mass.

Sasuke tried to conjure erection-worthy images in his mind: a big dick being swallowed by his hole, a faceless stranger whispering dirty words into his ear, a strong man wrapping his fingers around his throat as he fucked him into submission from behind, a dominant alpha spanking his ass from behind while telling Sasuke to open his hole so he could take him deeper…. Itachi's sexy, powerful body fucking him behind with his monstrous cock while marks were left all over his body.

Shit.

Sasuke removed his palm from his cock and fisted the sheets as he added a third finger. A dirty moan hung off his lips as his hips began pressing back against his fingers.

Oh no. Oh fuck.

Why did his hole only react when he thought of Itachi fucking him? For fuck's sake, it twitched and eagerly squeezed his fingers as if on crack. Actually, that's not what he should be focused on. He should be bitch slapping himself for even thinking of his Aniki like that. But it was all Itachi's fault. How could he do that at the club and expect Sasuke not to react to it?

"A-Aniki," Sasuke whimpered unintentionally. He dug his cheek further into the comfort of his bed, partially ashamed but most aroused from the declaration.

As soon as it was uttered, he couldn't stop.

"Aniki… shove your huge cock into my hole," Sasuke moaned.

Sasuke just knew that, if it was Itachi, his sweet, kind older brother, who also had a dark, sexier side to him, he would take care of Sasuke. His Aniki would make sure Sasuke wouldn't leave his bed until he was thoroughly satisfied. He didn't even have to knock down his expectations in the event of disappointment, because he just knew Itachi could never disappoint.

With a squelch, Sasuke pulled his fingers out of his hole and reached for the lubed up dildo. Without hesitation, he pressed the large, blunt tip against his quivering hole. His eyes shut tightly as he added pressure, panting as the head of the dildo breached his entrance.

"Nngh, fuck, that's big," Sasuke groaned. Unlike a real cock, this one was cold and unnaturally hard despite its silicone material. A mixture of pleasure and frustration hit the boy, and he shoved it in deeper, managing half of it before he began panting harshly. Even if it was a split second, he tried to convince himself it was real lest he lose his erection out of absolute frustration.

It's a real dick. A real dick. Silky soft, hot, sexy real dick.

Fucking hell. He must really have been out of touch. That dildo was probably only three-fourths Neji's size, yet he was having such a hard time with it. Plus, he was annoyed that he couldn't have a warm, pre-cum leaking dick in his hole.

With a huff, Sasuke pressed further, his stubbornness leaking through in waves. When he finally had it nestled completely inside of him, Sasuke released his hand and weaved it underneath his arched hips to grip onto his erection.

It was hot in his hand, definitely hard, but wasn't the least bit sticky. Usually, by this time in a live session, he'd be leaking all over the bed, making it easy to jerk himself off, but that was not the case currently.

An agitated scream bubbled at the edge of his throat, threatening to be released. He had a very difficult time cumming if he didn't have a dick in his ass, and now even his cock wasn't completely in the game.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck this bullshit.

His hips fell flat onto the mattress, and, with both hands immersed into the bedspread, Sasuke screamed into his pillow. It was so goddamn loud that it echoed throughout the room and actually made it past his ajar door and into the hallway.

"A-Aniki…" he whimpered.

It was a conditioned response, something that always escaped his vocals when he wanted to cry. Sexual frustration was a real thing. He never knew the extent until now.

Bang.

Sasuke's bedroom door was suddenly slammed open, hitting the other side of the wall. The sound was so abrupt that it startled the poor boy.

"Otouto!" He heard the sound of his loving Aniki yell frantically as he rushed into the room, only to pause at the sight of Sasuke's feeble body.

Sasuke's body lulled to the side and curled up. His cheeks felt wet, and he realized that he had lost the battle of holding back tears. The sight of Itachi's worried gaze roaming up and down his body made him feel worse, and he wanted to sob harder when his Aniki approached him with such grace.

"A-Aniki," he whimpered. "H-Help me. Help me." Sasuke cried, rubbing his eyes relentlessly when the tears wouldn't stop.

H.J.

Itachi's concerned gaze fell on his Otouto's body, analyzing the situation, before he made the decision to climb into bed and pull the crying naked boy into his lap. Sasuke immediately latched onto him, weaving his arms around Itachi's neck as his sniffling face hid in Itachi's nape.

"It's okay…. It's okay, Otouto. Aniki's here."

The last thing Itachi had expected when he came home was to hear Sasuke's blood-curling scream. Scratch that. The last thing he expected was to find his Otouto naked in bed with a dildo nestled deep in his ass.

Itachi frowned when the boy shivered in his arms, and with a jerk of his palm, he covered both of their bodies with Sasuke's sheets.

"What's wrong, my sweet Otouto?" Itachi murmured, stroking his left palm down Sasuke's back.

"I- I want it out!" the boy cried, nails digging into Itachi's traps. "I hate it. I hate it. I don't like it."

The man's brows furrowed and the stroking hand reached for his waist to steady the boy. "Do you want Aniki to pull it out for you?"

"Aniki! A-Aniki! Pull it out. Pull it out, please," Sasuke cried on the brink of hysterics.

Itachi's heartstrings tugged in his chest, feeling more constricted than usual. He hated seeing the boy in tears.

"Okay, my love. Hold still for me, okay?" Itachi murmured. He snaked his dominant hand around the boy, easily finding the handle of the dildo. Sasuke's breath hitched when Itachi's hand gripped it tightly. "Breathe for me, Otouto. I'll pull it out slowly."

Itachi began pulling it out with a steady hand, but his Otouto's hole was so tight that it was more difficult than he initially deemed, and the man had to tug it a little harder than usual. Sasuke groaned in his lap, plastering himself closer to Itachi the entire time. After what seemed like a century, the toy came out and was set aside.

He heard the loud, relieved sigh that came from Sasuke, and, slowly, the boy began to relax in his lap and the sobbing ceased.

"This is so stupid," Sasuke muttered. "I'm already twenty-three, and I'm still sitting in your lap like a baby."

A small smile flitted across Itachi's lips as his hands came up to nudge Sasuke back so he could see him. "Do you want to move?" he supplemented, flicking the boy's forehead with two fingers.

Sasuke pouted and looked away. "No thanks."

"Okay."

"Cheeky bastard," Sasuke muttered with no heat. He glanced back at Itachi suddenly with a quirked brow.

"What is it?"

"...You called me 'my love' earlier," Sasuke responded, eyes narrowed suspiciously as if his brain was recalling the exact moment.

Itachi's heartbeat froze for a second before it resumed.

"Did I?" he said reticently.

"You did," Sasuke confirmed. "You've never called me that before."

"Oh?"

"Don't play dumb, Aniki," Sasuke grumbeld. "It doesn't suit you."

"Hmm."

"Whatever. You're home earlier than I thought."

"Is that why you were playing with yourself in bed with your door wide open? You thought I wouldn't see because I'd come home late?"

Sasuke choked on his own spit, a pale pink dusting the apples of his cheeks. "I would hardly call that playing with myself," he managed to say.

"Why were you crying, Otouto? It wasn't even the good kind of crying either."

The boy's mouth hung agape for a second, large eyes staring at Itachi as if he had just grown another head. Like a fish out of water, he opened and closed his mouth twice before he said, "I… Wow. Uh, no. It was definitely not the good kind. It felt gross and wrong. I can't explain it." His cheeks flushed adorably.

"Frustrated?"

"Pfft. Tell me about it." Sasuke seemed to snicker at his own misfortune. "How about you? You were so sweet to me, Aniki." Sasuke teased. "Totally the opposite of the ruthless Master I saw the other day."

"Did you expect me to make fun of you for taking the initiative to meet your needs?" Itachi asked, head tilting slightly.

The boy shrugged and his gaze flickered away to the bed instead, unable to meet the man's stare. Itachi didn't know if he was shy or embarrassed. He gave his Otouto a little nudge and a little reassuring smile, caving in and letting the boy off the hook this time around.

"I'm only sweet to you," he stated barely above a whisper, causing Sasuke's head to jerk up and look his way.

His Otouto's eyes sparkled as if it was the first he was aware of this.

"Really?"

"Yes."

"So if I asked you to help me out downstairs, you'd say yes?" Sasuke suddenly asked.

Itachi did his best not to narrow his eyes when he heard his Otouto's statement. Not a single ounce of amusement laced those words and the oddly nonchalant expression on the boy's face startled him.

"What—"

"Just kidding!" Sasuke said abruptly, a laugh escaping him. He then jumped off Itachi's lap quickly and headed toward his bathroom. "I'm going to take a shower. Let's make some dinner after, Aniki," he called back, not bothering to cast a glance backward.

With a frown, Itachi watched the boy go. He only looked away after he heard the door shut and the shower door close, followed by running water. When he glanced down in his lap, he caught sight of a large wet stain on his black t-shirt.

Little hesitation followed his next actions because they were guided by pure instinct. Itachi picked up the dildo that he had set aside on the bedspread next to him and raised it to his lips, licking along the shaft before inserting the entire thing into his mouth.

His heartbeat skyrocketed and his senses multiplied, and he was sure that, somewhere in the background, he was breathing harshly through his nose.

It tasted good. Smelled good. Felt good against his tongue mixing with his saliva. His senses suddenly felt heightened as he experienced a newfound kind of high. It was better than licking the boy's briefs or sniffing his hair when he hugged him. So much better.

Itachi felt like the creep who had broken into a girl's room and was going through her underwear drawer at that very moment. But he'd never get another chance like this again. On an absolute high and ecstatic trip, his head tilted back against the headboard and his erection strained in his pants.

But he didn't bother to touch it. He allowed himself a solid ten minutes of licking and sucking and sniffing, and then, he forced himself to stop and step out of the room before he took things too far.

Itachi was still zoned out when he locked himself in his room. The rise and fall of his chest was erratic, unprofessional in his line of work, and so he allowed himself a moment to revert back to his usual facade before unlocking his door.

He'd have a late night in bed tonight.

H.J.

Itachi could pick his Otouto out of a crowd like finding a needle in a haystack. Effortless. Instinctual. Two souls bound together.

So it wasn't odd that he spotted Sasuke outside an adjacent club that Friday night. There were tipsy college students walking up and down the street, club hopping left and right, and he had momentarily stepped out of Akatsuki for a breather.

That was when he saw his Otouto pushing past the double doors in front of him, face contorted in dismay and frustration. Nothing he hid well or wanted to. He was walking out quickly and purposefully as if running away from something or someone… and that was when the same club doors rattled again and a larger figure twice Sasuke's size stepped out.

Itachi's heartbeat froze for a millisecond as his brain worked to analyze the situation, and then, fury shrouded his gaze.

The newcomer looked left and right and, as soon as he caught sight of the boy, he trodded up to him. Anger clouded his features as he reached out and held tightly onto the boy's arm, successfully stopping him in place.

"Hold the fuck up," he hissed.

It wasn't difficult for Itachi to catch the gist of the conversation, given that they weren't exactly speaking hush hush.

"I thought we agreed to switch venues," burly guy said.

"I don't feel like it anymore," his Otouto stated, disinterest written all over his words. He pulled his arm out of the man's grip and took a step back.

Itachi could hear an odd crunching noise vibrating off his eardrums and he realized he was gritting his teeth so hard that he must have grinded some bone off. He had forced his feet into the ground lest he bash the man's head into the pavement.

The two exchanged a few more words, far quieter and harder for Itachi to hear this time, and then Sasuke took off in a hurry without even a backward glance.

Itachi could see the wheels turning in that man's head, and, at the very moment the man's eyes darkened and his lips pressed into a thin line, Itachi strode forward, blocking his path. The man was still muttering under his breath and Itachi caught words that weren't very pretty.

"The fuck? Who the hell are you, man?"

"You stay the fuck away from him," Itachi snarled, his voice louder than normal.

The man's face suddenly lit up, a nasty smile curling onto his lips.

"Eh? What are you– his keeper? Because let me tell you something. That sweet piece of ass came up to me itching for a cock in his hole."

Itachi bashed his fist into the man's face before he even realized he had done so.

The man stumbled back and fell flat on his back, a groan echoing into the night. A wicked laugh left the man's vocals as he wiped blood off his split lip. "So you are that little whore's keeper! How tragic. You couldn't satisfy him so he's running around like a fucking nympho looking for his next fill. I've got good news: I did him. I did him real good."

Next thing Itachi knew, he had both hands in the man's hair and he was kneeing him in his face. A sickening crunch echoed into the night along with a blood-curling wail before he threw the man onto the cold pavement.

Laughing ensued. Gushing blood from his nose and mouth, the man was still clearly hyped on the excitement. "Okay, okay, you got me. I didn't fuck the boy. Poor scaredy cat got startled and ran away like a little kitten. I was going to follow him, maybe throw him into the trunk of my car, and take him to a nice quiet 'lil place so I can wreck him." More laughing, followed by hoarse coughing.

Itachi was at the height of his anger that he didn't recall climbing on top of the body on the ground nor the blows he delivered. By the time he was dragged off the man, by his club's bodyguards of all people, the man was unrecognizable.

"He's mine," Itachi growled. "You stay the fuck away from my baby, or I'll cut your tiny fucking dick off and shove it down your throat."

Of course, he took the rest of the night off, arriving home much earlier than he intended only to clean his skinned knuckles and hide them underneath long sleeved shirts with thumb holes.

And when Sasuke came home minutes later, he felt like he could suddenly breathe normally again. He had been anxious off his rocker waiting for his Otouto to arrive that he hadn't realized the boy was already in the parking lot.

When he came inside, Itachi made sure there was not a single scratch on him. "He didn't lay his hands on you, did he, Otouto?" He couldn't push those words fast enough out of his mouth as he conducted a visual inspection of every inch of skin in view. He was almost tempted to command the boy to strip himself bare so he could make sure, but he didn't want to come off as crazy. After all, Itachi was the sensible one. The one who was kind and sweet.

The boy shook his head. "I'm okay, 'Tachi," he uttered softly, letting Itachi's nickname slip.

Itachi could feel his shoulders relax from such a reassurance and, when his eyes couldn't find anything remotely out of place, he sighed in relief.

Why didn't the boy just come hang out at Akatsuki with him? At least he'd be able to have multiple pairs of eyes watching out for his safety at all times.

If only Itachi could cast an invisibility cloak around the boy to hide him from lecherous eyes, dangerous eyes.