ROKU:
A few days later, Sasuke found himself curled up on the couch in the living room. An open journal rested on his drawn up knees as he documented the events that occurred. His brows furrowed as he went, brain working on overdrive to recall every single detail about his encounters with his Aniki.
When he was done, he reread it all:
Monday: Aniki slept in my bed with me tonight. He wouldn't let go of me no matter how frustrated I got. He always insists on skinship and I don't know why he's so adamant about it. I can't bring myself to hate it though. How can I, especially when I love him so much?
Tuesday: I avoided Aniki all day today. He looked hurt and that makes my chest hurt, but I can't even control the way I look at him when we're in the same room. It looked like he was going to open his mouth and give me a piece of his mind at dinner, but he snapped his jaw shut and glared at his plate the whole time. It was an awkward dinner. Again. But no matter how awkward, he keeps insisting that we need to eat together. I don't get him.
He came into my room. The nights he sleepwalks are erratic and unpredictable. I was anxious, but I can't lie to myself and say I didn't derive satisfaction from it. I craved him like a meth addict on a relapse after quitting a program.
I don't know what to do with myself other than drown in his love. The way he holds me is animalistic like he's been wandering the desert for decades and I'm the first glass of water he's privy to. He devours me in a way that gives me a rush so high that my head spins. I know I'm addicted, and I can't stop. It's a compulsion to fall into his arms and spread my legs for him as soon as I make eye contact with him.
I noticed that, even though his eyes appear hollow- blurry and unfocused, I can still see past it and identify a kind of reassurance that my Aniki, who I love so much, is loving me in his own way.
Aniki likes to bite me and leave hickies. I managed to divert his hobby down to my lower half, because it's much easier to hide than suspiciously wearing turtlenecks every day. Aniki is way too smart for that.
So recently, as the marks on my torso and neck begin to fade, the hickies along my inner thighs and waistline have steadily increased. When Aniki sucks my skin into his mouth, he always grasps tightly onto my thighs to prevent me from twisting and turning. He always growls at me and spreads my thighs further apart, pressing them into the mattress when he's leaving his imprint behind. Like he's telling me I can't escape him. Like he's marking his territory and devouring his prey. Thinking about that makes me shudder and cum instantly.
When I woke up, Aniki was gone, and my lower back aches as if my tailbone has been run over by a truck. The area between my cheeks and the inseam of my thighs feel cakey and sticky.
Aniki had been brutal last night. My legs shake so much it's hard to walk. He almost seemed angry last night when he came to me in his sleepwalking state. I hope I'm just thinking too much. I would rather die than have Aniki be mad at me. I love him.
Thursday: Aniki knows I'm avoiding him. I can't help it. Every time I'm anywhere near him, I want to cry, freak out, and cry even harder. I keep asking myself why he doesn't remember, why he's doing this to me, why he forgets about me if he claims I'm so important to him. Is that all I'm worth- a one-night stand?
Saturday: He won't let it go. He's demanding answers and I've got no excuses left in me. He won't accept any excuse anyway. I can't stand sharing the same oxygen as him, because I'll give myself away, but avoiding him also gives me away. I can't win. How do I tell Aniki that I'm avoiding him because he's been sleepwalking into my room sporadically and, when he does, he fucks me into the mattress? How do I tell him that the man he wants me to break up with is actually him?
Sasuke rubbed his lower back absent-mindedly as he finished his latest entry. His eyes roamed lackadaisically over his scribbles before the sound of Itachi's creaking bedroom door forced him to abruptly snap it shut and shove it underneath the seat cushions.
He fiddled with the TV remote and increased the volume, making a grand gesture of rooting his eyes to the animations on the screen. Despite his efforts to remain nonchalant and uninterested, his ears zoned in on the soft footsteps that eventually came to a halt behind the couch he sat on.
Unintentionally, the boy held his breath as if a single whisper of air would tickle his entire being to give himself away. As if doing so would quell his aching, yet rapid heartbeat. He exhaled sharply when the footsteps did not resume thereafter.
Enough time had passed for an ordinary person to forget about a secondary presence in the room, but Sasuke was so self-conscious about Itachi's stealthy, hovering form that no amount of passing silence could make him forget such an overpowering presence. Even if he could ignore it, he could not possibly erase the burning sensation at the back of his head.
The boy didn't know how long his Aniki stood there, but it was much longer than he anticipated. Why was he standing there so long? Did he have something to say? What look did he wear on his face?
His fingers began to twitch in his lap and fiddle with each other, and the harder he stared at the television, the more he could not understand the theatrics that occurred before his eyes. Sasuke readied himself to stand and seek comfort in his own room, but a growl stopped him in his tracks.
"If you keep ignoring me, Otouto, I am going to do something you and I will hate."
Those words, uttered in any way other than sexually, sent shivers up and down Sasuke's spine. He suppressed a shudder as memories took over his brain, ransacking his ability to control any part of his body.
"I- I'm not ignoring you," he mumbled in a way that made his lie evident.
"Bullshit," Itachi hissed.
That's when a large palm cupped the bottom of his chin from behind and angled his head up toward the ceiling, except what Sasuke saw as he looked up was Itachi's burning set of eyes, which glared harshly at him and demanded his attention.
Sasuke's eyes widened comically as Itachi's fingers partially snaked over his Adam's apple and his grip held him firmly in place. He could do nothing, but surrender to Itachi's uncharacteristic ways. "A-Aniki-"
"Be quiet, Sasuke," Itachi growled, causing the boy to flinch.
He felt tears gathering along the corner of his eyes at the man's rough words, and a whimper made it past his sealed lips.
"If I don't do this, you won't even look at me," Itachi whispered scathingly, breath fluttering along Sasuke's cheek. "Should I strap your neck in place so you won't be able to look away from me? Tell me. Is that what I need to do?"
Sasuke's eyes burned as much as the contents in his stomach. Swallowing hard, he realized he couldn't utter a word without his voice being trapped in his bone-dry throat. Eyelashes now wet, he looked almost pleadingly at the man as a kink began to form along his nape. "I'm sorry," he managed to whisper hoarsely as he felt Itachi's fingers splay further along the column of his neck.
"I don't want an apology," Itachi said, voice low and strained.
This was it, Sasuke thought. His Aniki looked so fed up with him. Rage swirled in the man's orbs like the storm of the century, making Sasuke wish he wasn't alive to bear witness to it.
"Then, what do you want?" Sasuke whispered torturously.
"Did you not hear what Aniki just said?" Itachi growled. "I want my Otouto to look at me."
"I-I am looking at you."
"Don't," Itachi hissed, suddenly bringing his face so close to Sasuke's that their noses were a hair's breadth away from brushing against each other's. Sasuke was assaulted with a glare so vicious that he could not bear to withstand it for even a second. "You know exactly what I mean. Open your eyes, Sasuke. Or I swear to Kami-sama, I'll do something much worse."
Albeit hesitantly, Sasuke did as he was told and, once his eyes fluttered open, his choked sob caressed both of their eardrums. Wetness painted his flushed cheeks and once it began, he couldn't stop. "Y-You're being s-scary," he said, hushedly.
"I'm being scary?" Itachi shot back condescendingly. Yet, no ounce of humor was displayed on his face. "How can that be when you're the one terrifying me? How do you think your recent behavior has made me feel, huh, Otouto? Have I served my use to you and now you're tossing me away? I refuse to part from you. Do you hear me?" Itachi snarled.
"What? No, I-"
"Save it," the man said, cutting him off. He released his hold on Sasuke and maneuvered around the sofa to sit himself down on the coffee table in front of the sofa, caging the boy's legs in with his own. Itachi's laser-focused eyes drilled into Sasuke. His body was rigid, short of blowing a fuse. "You're really testing my patience and kindness, Sasuke. You know I love you and would do anything for you, but that doesn't give you the right to ignore me. I've taught you better than this. I'm your beloved Aniki. You cannot ignore me. When will you get that through your brain?"
Sasuke's lips trembled. "But Aniki y-you don't know- how can I not when you-" Immediately, Sasuke bit down on his lower lip. A metallic iron taste filtered into his mouth at the same time his fists curled at his side. Sasuke looked away.
Shit. He nearly said it. He was so caught up in his emotions that he blurted everything. Thank god he had caught himself.
"What did you just say?" Itachi's eyes narrowed. "Finish what you were saying," he demanded. "What did I do?"
Was he crazy or did a look of panic flit past Itachi's face? Sasuke's fists grew clammy.
"Please, Aniki," he found himself whispering. "Please leave this alone. I really can't talk about it, and I don't want to argue with you. I'm not acting weird because I don't care about you…. I would never." Sasuke nearly curled into himself underneath Itachi's scrutinizing stare.
The pressure against the side of his legs from Itachi's knees did not lessen in the slightest. Large palms settled on his knees and squeezed, startling Sasuke. Warmth traveled up his body and pooled in his stomach, but he refused to melt into that feeling, especially not now when his anxiety was through the roof.
Itachi leaned in, pinning the boy down with his commanding gaze. "Tell. Me. What. I. Did."
Sasuke looked down, guilt blanketing his face.
Nothing.
His Aniki had done absolutely nothing.
Sasuke was the culprit in all of this.
With a jerk back and hand through his hair, Itachi stood, hissing with frustration. His form was so large and tall that his body hovered over Sasuke's sitting form without him having to lean forward. "I don't get why you can't just tell Aniki! You've never hidden anything from me before. And then, one day out of the blue, you're covered in- in those and you avoid me like the Black Plague! I can't take this! Just tell me you don't love Aniki anymore instead of making me fucking guess. I- I, ugh. Fuck this! Fuck this bullshit, Sasuke."
Sasuke shrank back further against the couch. "I- I'm sorry, Aniki. I don't get why you're a-acting like this. It really has nothing to do with you."
Hell froze over in the form of chilling silence. The boy had no idea that he had stated such utter bullshit until Itachi snapped even further. The man's frozen body slowly angled toward the boy's, and a stare so cold that icicles could have sprouted from the ceiling was bestowed upon Sasuke.
"What did you just say to me?" Itachi bit out.
Sasuke pressed his lips together and looked away, praying to the gods that Itachi would just let this one go. However, judging by the way that rhetorical question was whispered so terrifyingly, like death at his doorstep, the boy was smart enough not to repeat it.
The cushion next to his shoulder gave way as a large, shaky palm pressed against it. Sasuke found Itachi hovering over him in the next second, his Aniki's scary face filling his vision. He did his best not to make a peep, but he could hear his own breath hitch amidst his racing heartbeat.
"I dare you to say that again," Itachi murmured, so close to Sasuke that his breath ghosted along the seams of his lips.
"N-Nothing, Aniki," Sasuke whimpered, shivering involuntarily. "I didn't say anything."
Itachi's other palm shot forward, slamming against the opposite side of the couch. The force of the blow was so intense that it caused the heavy couch to rock back slightly before it thudded back onto the ground. The boy shrieked, palms scrunching up in his lap as his entire body was caged between the couch and Itachi's massive shoulders.
"Lies," Itachi roared. "When will you stop lying to me, Sasuke?"
The man's glare was so venomous that Sasuke found himself sobbing on the spot. His beet red face and large, tear-filled eyes could barely hold that look for a fraction of a second before he tucked his face into his drawn up knees and sobbed hysterically into them.
Something about his actions must have caused his Aniki's behavior to falter because, one second, Itachi's nails were digging into the couch and, in the next, he had propelled himself back against the wall on the other side of the living room. A hauntingly aghast look painted his features.
"Are you… Am I-" Itachi choked out, feeling his next words eat him alive. "Am I acting like that person? Do- Do I remind you of that horrible person who-who ra- who did those horrible things to you?" The more Itachi spoke, the paler his face became until his face turned ashen. "Oh my fucking god… no- don't tell me that I look like- no."
The palms at his side turned into fists as he fought with himself to get the words out, flinching at his own vocabulary. "Are you refusing to tell me because I terrify you? Am I displaying the same… behavior as that animal who hurt you?" Itachi swallowed hard, tone dialed down to a bare whisper by the time he was done. If the man wasn't already plastered against the wall, he would have stumbled backward and tripped over the coffee table already. "Do I… my god… do I remind you of him?"
At those misery-laced words, Sasuke's crying face shot up. "You're wrong, 'Tachi!" he shrieked, but it didn't appear as if the man had heard him.
Sasuke's widened, alarmed eyes followed Itachi's movements as his mouth opened to protest.
Itachi gasped for air as if he was trapped underwater without oxygen. "I'd never," he whispered harshly, brows furrowing nonstop. "Not to you. Not my Otouto. Never." Itachi denied his own thoughts vehemently, which appeared at the forefront of his mind to haunt him. "Is that why you've been acting that way? No. Of course not. It has to be something else. It has to be. How can I remind you of-"
Suddenly, Itachi's head snapped up and his eerie gaze landed on Sasuke's cautious sitting form. With eyebrows pinched upward and gaze callous, he stared at the boy. From there, the teenager caught snippets of Itachi's mumbling. Something along the lines of 'long dark hair… look the same… how can that little fucker… don't look anything like him…'
"Was it that long-haired freak?" he snapped out of nowhere, startling the boy.
Sasuke's confused eyes most definitely did not help because Itachi growled at him like an animal. "The brunette freak who walked with you at the school entrance. Was it him?"
It took the boy a moment to identify who Itachi was referring to and understand what he was implying. When it registered, he gasped. "No, Aniki! You're crazy! This has nothing to do with Neji!"
"I knew that fucker was no good." Itachi scowled. "I should have chopped off his hands and smashed his fucking dick when I first laid eyes on him. How dare he-"
"Aniki! Just STOP!" Sasuke shouted at the top of his lungs. His chest heaved from overexertion and his pupils were blown wide open. Why did Itachi have to imply that Neji had done unspeakable things to him, and the reason why Sasuke was avoiding Itachi now was because the residual "trauma" had caused him to form a connection between their somewhat similar appearances? There was no way in hell his Aniki looked like Neji to him, not when Sasuke stared at Itachi with googoo eyes and only ever rolled his eyes in the presence of his friends. It was even more unlikely that Neji would do something like that to him. The brunette was massively smitten over the new kid at school.
"It has nothing to do with my friends. You know I pick friends better than that! Why do you keep looking for someone to pin it on? Is that really that important?"
"Of course it is!" Itachi roared, chest heaving. A crazed glint formed in his dilated eyes. "How can I allow that person to be walking around when he has defiled my precious Otouto? When I find him, I'm going to drown him in the river. Let's see how he feels when he's the one whose chest is burning. Let's see what it's like when it feels like he can no longer breathe."
"What are you saying?!" Sasuke cried. "Why are you saying stuff like that, Aniki?"
"Because that's how I feel!" Itachi screamed. "I feel like I've drowned a thousand times over, Otouto. And every day, I feel like I'm losing more and more of you. I can't handle this kind of pain, Sasuke. This all started because of that fucker. I-I'm so… so… I don't know what to do. Tell me what to do, Otouto. Do I- should I… find you a therapist?" Itachi swallowed hard. "Is that what you need?"
Sasuke balked, eyes bugging out. "What? No, Aniki! Of course I don't need one!"
"Do you even know that I'm your Aniki?" Itachi whispered, defeated. "You call me so sweetly, yet you've treated me anything but. Maybe this is it. Maybe you've really grown up and you're done with me being your Aniki. If that's the case, just tell me, and I'll stop."
Sasuke felt more tears spill from his eyes, but this time, it was for a different reason. "What are you saying?" he croaked. "You'll always be my Aniki."
"Yeah…" Itachi muttered, sliding down to the ground. With his head bowed and body immobile, he went on. "Maybe this is the end of the road. Funny. I always thought it would end differently. I always thought we were much closer than that. Fuck."
Sasuke flinched. A heavy feeling encompassed his chest, mimicking the weight of sandbags after a storm. The confession tickled the tip of his tongue, but he swallowed it whole. Once again, rather than end his Aniki's state of distress, his selfishness had won over, because Sasuke would rather Itachi eventually get over their momentary discord than have the man hate him for the remainder of his life and look at him with scathing reproach.
"It feels like I can't breathe," Itachi mumbled, looking more and more dazed by the second.
Before Sasuke could say anything, Itachi pushed himself off of the ground, turned without even sparing him a single glance, and stumbled out of the room. For a brief second before Itachi walked out, Sasuke caught a glimpse of sunken eyes and a look so desolate that it made him stop breathing.
As much as the boy wanted to stop his Aniki, hug him from behind and beg him to stay, he couldn't do so without explaining to the man why their relationship was in ruins.
After all, it was all Sasuke's fault. His fault for being greedy and selfish. His fault for taking advantage of his Aniki. His fault for falling deeper and deeper into the pit each time his beautiful Aniki sought him out in the middle of the night with his pleading eyes and reactive body. It was Sasuke's fault for ruining their platonic relationship.
Whether or not he told his Aniki, he'd been responsible for irrevocably fucking it up. He was damned if he did. Damned if he didn't. Still, Sasuke would rather be able to see his Aniki from a distance than be kicked out of Itachi's life completely, and for that reason, he had a hefty price to pay.
The price for an impossible love was high after all.
He would come to find out later that day that, for the first time in years, his Aniki locked his bedroom door.
H.J.
It didn't cross Sasuke's mind that it was odd when Itachi did not come out for lunch that afternoon nor did he leave his room the remainder of the day. When evening rolled around and it was dinnertime, yet his Aniki did not show any indications of joining, however, Sasuke grew concerned.
His Aniki had never gone this long at home without bugging him for some ridiculous reasons. Not even when they argued, so eight hours was a huge record.
"Aniki," Sasuke called as he knocked on Itachi's door. "You haven't eaten all day. Please come eat dinner with me." When silence greeted him, the seventeen-year-old frowned and his brows furrowed.
"'Tachi?"
Not a single sound. Not even a rustle or a shuffle. Nothing.
Sasuke felt his lower lip quiver without his permission. His Aniki never outright ignored him like this before, but it was too early for bed and his Aniki never slept early. Sasuke felt his eyeballs begin to burn.
The teenager closed a hand over the knob and turned only for a rattling sound to echo into the hallway as the knob remained in place. "A-Aniki?" he croaked, startled and anxious. "Why is your door locked?"
Utter silence.
"Aniki!" Sasuke's own high-pitched shriek scared himself. "Why is your door locked?" he cried. "Why are you locking me out?!" Frantic, the boy began banging on the door, but his powerful knocks grew weak almost instantly as he slid to his knees and began weeping.
Sasuke's fists flattened against the wooden door, and his tears painted its surface like decorative designs. But no matter how much he begged, the door did not budge. In the back of his mind, Sasuke must have known that he was overreacting- that simply being locked out was no laughing matter, sure, but didn't warrant a complete breakdown. His brain was eons away from comprehending when, clearly, it was his heart calling the shots, so the boy ignored it. This was the man he spent his entire life loving, and it pushed him over the cliff knowing Itachi knowingly locked it to barricade himself from Sasuke.
"I miss y-you," he sobbed. "You've only been gone for one afternoon, but I already m-miss you s-so much. I can't live without you, A-Aniki. Please don't be mad at me! Please forgive me for being a bad Otouto. Please don't lock me out."
If his Aniki heard him, he did not give any indication of it. Rather, it was like Sasuke was screaming at a ghost. The only recipients of his words were his rapid heart rate and the hallway, which witnessed the horror in his meltdown.
"Where did you go? Why aren't you answering me? Aniki!"
Sasuke must have screamed and cried at the door for another ten minutes before he was reduced to an incoherent mess. Without even a creak from the other end, he resigned himself to his room, curled up into his bed, and questioned every life decision he ever made.
He questioned every lingering glance he'd ever tossed in Itachi's direction, every longing dream he'd ever had of his Aniki, and every impossible daydream of their lives as lovers, because those were the moments that led up to this feeling of drowning in abyss of sharp, slicing pain. Knowing that they could never be together was one thing, but tasting the forbidden fruit and knowing it still could never happen was like a stab to the heart, brain, and lungs at the same time. It was worse than multi-organ failure.
When did all of this begin anyway?
Sasuke could not really say. He had loved his Aniki years before he knew what love was. In reality, he probably always loved his Aniki in that way, but only grew capable of distinguishing to what extent when he became older.
Sasuke (age: 11)
"Check it out," Kiba said, a large grin sliding onto his canine-like features as he flashed his half-opened backpack at the group.
"No way!" Naruto shrieked. The blonde made a grab at the item, but his torso hit the desk when Kiba pulled back and shoved his backpack under his seat.
"Shh! Do you want us to get caught?" he hissed.
"Aww, come on! I want to see."
Sasuke rolled his eyes and looked out the window.
"Where did you get it?" Neji asked.
"My sis's boyfriend lent it to me. Trying to bond with me by giving me cool stuff or whatever."
"Busty Babes 2?" Neji read when Kiba, after glancing around the room, pulled out the DVD and slid it across the desk.
"Oh my god! Your sister's boyfriend is my hero," Naruto half-screamed, staring at the cover where two naked chicks in swimsuits were bent over and staring at the camera.
"Lend me your place and we can watch it together," Kiba said.
"Hell no! My mom would kill me! Why don't you watch it at your own place?" Naruto whined.
"... Because my sister would kill me. How about Neji's place?" Kiba suggested, waggling his eyebrows at the brunette.
Neji raised a brow. "Not interested in lending you my place. Maybe if you had 'Deep-Diving Dicks 2', I would reconsider."
"Oh, right. Totally forgot, dude. My bad," Kiba responded. His gaze settled finally on Sasuke and his grin widened considerably. "Sassuuuuke, my main man," the twelve-year-old addressed.
Sasuke's bored gaze lingered on a slow-passing cloud briefly before it trailed back to the other. He propped his chin up on a hand and stared nonchalantly at Kiba, making the short-haired brunette laugh nervously.
"Can we-"
"No."
"Aww, why not? You don't have anything against boobs, too, do you? Please. Just a half hour." Both Kiba and Naruto clapped their hands together and begged Sasuke, but Sasuke was like an unmoving boulder.
"No."
"What if I do clean-up duty for you for the rest of the month?"
"No."
"I'll buy you lunch."
"No."
"Fine then. How about I buy you ice cream every day after school for a whole week? How's that?"
Distinterest ebbed away from Sasuke's gaze, and he sat a little straighter in his chair.
"Two weeks," he countered.
"Deal!"
That's how the four of them found themselves in Sasuke's room one Thursday afternoon. Both of his parents were out on business and his Aniki was too busy with after school clubs. The boys had set up in his room with drinks and snacks. Kiba and Naruto were sitting front and center on the carpeted floor, while Sasuke was lying in bed playing with his phone and Neji had occupied his office chair and was leafing through a manga.
Even though Sasuke was only eleven at the time, he already knew that he had very little interest in watching things like that. What was so great about a pair of boobs, a high-pitched voice, and lady parts anyway? The girls on screen weren't even attractive. If there was someone who was really attractive, that would be his Aniki.
Itachi has just turned seventeen this year, and he was a sight for sore eyes. His Aniki was tall, muscular, and so handsome that his rightful home was on the cover of every international fashion magazine. If there as one porn video he'd never pass up, it would be his Ani-
Sasuke caught his train of thought before it could be completed, and he nearly choked on his own tongue. The other two were too absorbed in the video to pay any attention to him, but Neji had glanced over at him with an inquiring stare.
"You good?" he mouthed, to which the ravenette nodded.
The music blaring in his ears must have been cranked louder than he realized because, one second, there was a knock on his door, and in the next, it flung open and Itachi was standing there in all of his post-football-practice glory.
Sasuke jerked in his spot, causing his phone to fall flat on his face and his half-eaten bag of chips to fall onto the ground. Naruto and Kiba scrambled to hit stop on the DVD, which caused them to take even longer to shut it off, so as Itachi bestowed a look of intrigued upon Sasuke and his friends, the moaning in the background gained gusto and fervor.
It was in these unpredictable moments that Sasuke could never get a read on his Aniki. As the man stood there with eyes full of judgment, all Sasuke could tell was that the man was not happy.
"Aniki leaves you alone for a few hours, and this is what you're up to?"
Sasuke winced.
Scratch that. His Aniki was pissed.
"We'll… uh… just leave you guys be," Kiba stuttered as he began pushing Naruto out the door.
Neji followed behind, making a phone sign with his thumb and pinky. An indication that he'd hear from him later.
Sasuke's bedroom door was shut behind the group of three, leaving him in silence with his Aniki. A thud echoed in the boy's ears, and that was when he noticed that Itachi had dropped his gym bag on his bedroom floor. The man must have climbed the steps first thing after arriving home. His Aniki had always greeted him first no matter the circumstance so this wasn't odd. It had always made Sasuke's heart feel funny when he did things like that, but this time, his heart was pounding for a different reason.
Itachi crossed his arms over his chest, his rigid form standing in the center of Sasuke's room. One glance at his body language and the boy knew he wasn't getting out of this one. Slowly, Sasuke sat up and faced Itachi.
"Welcome home, Aniki," Sasuke said quietly.
"What a welcome it was," Itachi replied. "Why are you watching such things, Otouto?"
"I wasn't really," Sasuke mumbled, looking down at his lap.
"That's not what it looked like," Itachi rebutted. "It looked like you and your friends were having a grand 'ol time."
Sasuke's face twisted in disagreement. He'd been staring at his phone the whole time and he had his earbuds in up until the moment he caught sight of his Aniki standing at his door.
"I had no idea you were already interested in such things, Sasuke. Aniki doesn't like you watching those things." Itachi's voice was leveled, but Sasuke had heard enough of that tone to hear the bite underneath those words. His Aniki was really not happy. "Do you hear me, Otouto?"
"I wasn't watching that video," he said, staring up at his Aniki who looked at him in disbelief.
"Then, pray tell, why were you and your little friends all huddled in here with that video playing on your TV?"
"You'll yell at me if I tell you the real reason," Sasuke mumbled with a pout hanging from his lips.
"Try me."
"Kiba said he'd buy me ice cream every day for a week if I let him watch it here."
Itachi stared pointedly at him.
"Okay, fine. It's two weeks, not one."
Was Sasuke seeing things or was Itachi biting back a smile?
"So let me get this straight. You whored out your television for ice cream?"
"Two weeks worth of ice cream," Sasuke retorted. "It was a good deal, Aniki. And you kept saying that I shouldn't be eating too many sweets, so, of course, I had to find my own ways."
"Tsk. What should I do with you, Otouto?"
"... Buy me ice cream?" Sasuke looked up at Itachi with large eyes.
His Aniki waved him off. "Not when you've been naughty. Did you watch any of it?"
Sasuke snorted. "I'd rather my dick fall off than watch that rubbish," he said with a shudder.
"Language, Sasuke," Itachi reprimanded. Nevertheless, he approached Sasuke and ruffled his spiky hair lovingly. Finally, a small smile formed on his lips. "My good Otouto," he praised adoringly.
Sasuke's stomach did somersaults, and he felt his cheeks heat up. He shoved it all down with a thick gulp of saliva and gave his Aniki a playful nudge. "You only say that when I listen to what you say," he grumbled without any heat.
Itachi arched his brow and carded his hand through his hair. "Why shouldn't you listen to what Aniki has to say? I only want what's best for my lovely Otouto."
"You always treat me like I'm five."
"If I treated you like you're five, then I'd buy you ice cream all the time."
Sasuke pouted.
"I'm going to take a shower now. What would you like for dinner, Otouto?" Itachi asked as he slung his bag over his shoulder.
"Can we have tempura udon?"
"Mhmm, of course." Itachi ruffled his hair again. "Why don't you take the ingredients and I'll make it once I get out of the shower?"
"Okay, Aniki."
Itachi turned to leave. "Oh, and Sasuke? If I ever see you anywhere near porn again, the least of your worries would be me grounding you for life. Do you understand?" Itachi smiled sweetly over his shoulder in Sasuke's direction, but the smile most definitely did not reach his eyes.
Sasuke swallowed so hard that his throat hurt. "I-I understand, Aniki."
"Good boy."
It was hot. An inhuman force was pushing for him to awaken and come back to the land of the living, but Sasuke had ignored it. A few seconds later, there was shuffling and his bed dipped at odd angles. The boy's features scrunched up, but he remained in his dream state.
Sasuke (age: 13)
"Leave me alone. You're not my type."
"How can I not be your type? What is your type then?"
Aniki. Aniki is my type.
A pang shot through his heart and pulsed through all the veins in his body from that mere thought.
Maybe it was because he was on a college campus or maybe it was just this particular egomaniac, but this man clearly did not care that Sasuke looked incredibly young and had told him 'no' numerous times.
Under normal circumstances, the easiest way to deal with people like the one standing before him was to leave, but Sasuke was waiting in front of the university gates for his Aniki. He said he'd be home by six, but when it hit seven in the evening, Sasuke couldn't just sit around at home and wait anymore. Itachi wasn't answering his phone and the boy had not heard from him all day.
Where was his Aniki? Sasuke was not only starting to grow cold, but grumpy as well.
For the umpteenth time, he brushed the man's hand away from his shoulder with a glare. "I said leave me alone," he began, voice decidedly louder for other passersby to hear. "I am a minor. Shouldn't you feel ashamed to be hitting on a kid that isn't even old enough to be considered an adult?"
That's how Sasuke found himself dragged from his shirt onto his tippy toes on the receiving end of a drawn up fist. "What did you just say, you punk?"
His glare never faltered. "You heard me."
The male pulled his fist back further and Sasuke shut his eyes tightly, awaiting impact, but it never came. Instead, the hand scrunching up the front of his shirt disappeared and he heard the tell tale sign of a fist smacking another's.
"What are you doing to my Otouto?" Itachi growled.
Sasuke's eyes snapped open immediately. They were filled to the brim with excitement for Itachi's presence, but when his gaze fixated on his Aniki, the boy gasped aloud. His Aniki was hunched over and was slamming his fist repeatedly into the other guy's face. Blood smeared all over his fist, but not once did he let up.
"Aniki!" Sasuke shrieked, running up to him.
"How dare you lay a hand on my Otouto?" Itachi's low voice seethed. "He's just a baby. A baby. You don't deserve to look at him, let alone breathe the same air as him." Itachi paused in his beating to place his mouth next to the near-unconscious man's ear. "If you come anywhere near him again, I will burn your house down and see to it that you never have a chance to use those eyes again."
Itachi stood and turned toward Sasuke, but not before slamming his foot into the man's side as if he was kicking a soccer ball. He grabbed onto the boy's hand and dragged him out of there.
"Aniki! Aniki! Slow down!" Sasuke called as he was dragged across campus.
Itachi did not stop, not until he unlocked his car door, shoved Sasuke into the passenger seat, sat on the opposite end, and locked the car doors. Then, the boy found himself on the receiving end of a vicious glare.
"What the hell were you doing standing out there all alone in the middle of the fucking night, Sasuke?!" Itachi yelled at him.
Taken aback, Sasuke shrunk back slightly into his seat. His lower lip quivered slightly. "I- I was waiting for you, Aniki," he said in a small voice.
"Are you an idiot? Do you know how ridiculously unsafe that was? What if I hadn't come out when I did? What if I wasn't even on campus? Were you planning on standing out there all night?" Itachi continued, voice raised as he glared at him in a way that made Sasuke feel small and helpless.
"But you didn't come home," he whispered. "I waited, but you didn't come home. I called, but you didn't answer." Tears began to drip down his face. "I was worried."
Itachi's forehead hit the steering wheel twice as a large self-reprimanding groan escaped his lips. "How do you think Aniki feels when he steps out and sees you being attacked by a stranger?" he asked, turning to stare at Sasuke.
"I'm s-sorry," Sasuke mumbled. Hot tears rolled down his cheek, and he urgently began to wipe them away.
Itachi sighed and wrapped a palm around the back of Sasuke's neck, bringing their foreheads together. "My dear Otouto, please stop crying. Aniki didn't mean to yell at you. I panicked. I apologize."
"I-I just m-missed you. I wanted to-to see y-you," Sasuke stuttered through his sobs.
"I am sorry. My study session ran long, and I forgot my charger for my phone. It won't happen again. Let's go home, shall we?"
Sasuke sniffled.
Itachi buckled the boy in, then himself, and turned on the engine. After he set the car in drive, he held onto Sasuke's hand, squeezing gently. "Otouto, would you like to sleep with Aniki tonight?"
Sasuke nodded furiously.
Needless to say, Sasuke had done a lot of idiotic things in the name of love when he was younger and had gotten yelled at for most of them.
So the predicament that he'd gotten himself in this time was no surprise.
The boy's face scrunched up again as more rustling reached his ears. Something tickled his lower extremities, but Sasuke could not determine what it was. When he could no longer ignore it, his eyes slowly opened, blinking blurrily a few times to adjust to the darkness of his room.
"Ngh," he groaned, realizing he was sleeping flat on his belly. When he went to push himself up, he found he could not physically do so. Blinking a few more times, Sasuke felt his cock jump between his legs as it was pressed further into the mattress by an opposing force.
That was when he felt his cheeks being spread apart and something warm and wet poke and prod between them. Eyes widening in surprise, Sasuke released a yelp as his body tensed and arched. Instantly, the boy craned his neck over his shoulder, heart pounding maddeningly against his ribcage, to set his sights on what was happening behind him.
Sure enough, there Itachi sat, eating him out like a man starved of food and affection.
Holy fucking Hell.
End of media res.
