Edible

by dropout kid

Chapter 2 – Midnight Kisses

"Itachi..." Sasuke hissed, slowly cracking open his brother's bedroom door. "Are you awake?"

"Of course I'm awake, foolish otouto," Itachi said from his bed; the room was pitch-black. The only light that was being provided was coming from the pale sliver of the silver moon that hung high up in the sky.

Sasuke walked hesitantly to his brother's bedside, trying to be as quiet as possible. His parents had already gone to bed and he didn't want to wake them; he knew they would be furious if they discovered Sasuke was up this late.

"Punctuality is very important," Itachi sighed, glancing at the clock on his nightstand. "Thankfully you managed to get here in time, so there will be no need to punish you... yet."

Sasuke widened his eyes. Itachi was already planning on punishing him if he was late for their little rendezvous? That wasn't exactly comforting...

"Why did you want me to come in here so late?" Sasuke whispered, creeping over to the end of his brother's bed.

Itachi looked hungrily at his younger brother, taking in his navy blue pajamas and those innocent, wide eyes. Fortunately, this look went unnoticed by Sasuke, who was still squinting at his brother, trying to get his eyes to adjust to the lack of light.

"Come here, otouto," Itachi murmured, patting the mattress, urging Sasuke to join him on the bed.

A grin spreading across his face, Sasuke eagerly hopped onto the bed beside his aniki and ran his hands over the soft, black comforter he had missed so much. About a year ago, for some reason still unknown to Sasuke, Itachi had stopped allowing Sasuke to spend the night in his bed like he used to. At first, Sasuke had been terribly devastated and confused; he thought he had done something wrong. However, outside of no longer sharing the same bed, Itachi was the same, and insisted nothing had changed between them, and that Sasuke shouldn't linger on it. However, he, unfortunately, had. But now that his aniki was letting him back in, maybe things would go completely back to normal.

Itachi tensed as Sasuke tenderly stroked the sheets beside him. There was a very practical reason that Sasuke had been forbidden from sleeping with Itachi: he was afraid he would rape the boy. Itachi had always had these urges, but lately they had become more powerful than ever, and he was beginning to fear he might lose control if he were ever given an opportunity to take advantage of his otouto. He had decided that the most logical solution was to eliminate any possible situations where Itachi would have a chance to potentially have his way, even if it meant hurting himself, or Sasuke, in the process. However, the urges were becoming even more out of control lately, and his little otouto was so tempting, sitting there with his pale skin glowing in the moonlight, the rays shining off of his hair, making him look like a hauntingly beautiful angel.

Itachi cleared his throat. "I've decided that we're going to start with something simple to begin with."

"Simple?" Sasuke frowned and stopped petting the soft fabric. "What do you mean? Why do you need me in here? You're room isn't dirty." Sasuke looked around the room. "It's spotless already."

"Yes, I realize that," Itachi said evenly. Inwardly, however, he was fuming. Just talking with Sasuke for this short time made him realize how immature and oblivious his younger brother was. And, unfortunately, that meant that Itachi had to be extra delicate when trying to get what he wanted. At the moment even a small kiss seemed like it would be too much.

"A massage," Itachi sighed, looking at his otouto expectantly. "I want you to give me a massage. Here, I'll scoot forward and you can kneel behind me." Itachi moved forward, and Sasuke silently slipped behind him, a determined look on his face.

"I'll try my best, aniki," Sasuke promised, placing his hands gently on Itachi's muscular shoulder. However, Sasuke quickly withdrew his hands from Itachi's shoulder when the older boy shuddered at his touch. "Aniki, are you alright? You're all shaky."

"I'm fine," Itachi said breathlessly. "Go ahead." Itachi tried his best to repress a shudder that was threatening to escape at the touch of his otouto's small, soft hands. As Sasuke began to knead hesitantly, Itachi leaned forward, giving him more room to move. As Sasuke's nimble fingers moved over Itachi's clothed shoulders, Itachi felt the familiar ache in his groin that always seemed to appear every time his otouto would touch him. Closing his eyes, he imagined his brother's hands moving from his shoulders and roaming all over his body, his small fingers tracing over every curve and crevice of his body.

"Itachi?" Sasuke whispered timidly, his hot breath tickling Itachi's ear. "Am I doing a good job?"

"Yes," Itachi breathed back. "You're doing very well."

And even though Itachi couldn't see it, he knew Sasuke was beaming at the back of his head. Sasuke was always happy after receiving Itachi's approval. Itachi smiled to himself as Sasuke continued his ministrations. However, when Sasuke's hands moved from his shoulders and began playing with Itachi's hair, which was lying lazily on his shoulder, Itachi snapped open his eyes. Looking back, he locked eyes with Sasuke, who quickly withdrew his hands.

"I'm sorry," Sasuke said nervously, staring at his brother with wide eyes. "It just looked so... soft."

"It's alright," Itachi turned away from his otouto. "… soft, you say?"

Sasuke nodded, shyly brushing his finger tips against his brother's hair again. "And it's pretty, like a girl's hair." Sasuke sighed almost dreamily. "I like long hair the best, aniki."

Itachi furrowed his brow. "Like a girl's hair?" He frowned, something like jealousy racing through his veins. "Do you like any girls, Sasuke?"

"What? No," Sasuke wrinkled his nose. "Girls are annoying."

Itachi smiled. "That's... good."

Then silence settled upon the room, the only sound being the rustle of fabric when Sasuke would move to another more comfortable position.

"Aniki," Sasuke whispered, pulling his hands away from his brother's long tendrils. "I'm s-s-sleepy..." Sasuke stifled a yawn. "And my hands are becoming tired. Can I go to bed now, please, aniki?"

Itachi sighed at the cold air that had replaced where Sasuke's warm hands had been. "Very well. Come here." Itachi, very reluctantly, helped his brother out from behind him until he was seated next to him on the bed. "You can sleep with me tonight, otouto. Just for tonight."

Sasuke's eyes lit up. "Thank you, aniki!" Smiling as Itachi pulled back the comforter, Sasuke dove under the covers, snuggling into the soft fabric. Inhaling deeply, Sasuke felt comfort wash over him as he took in his aniki's scent; he never felt more at home. Oblivious to the darkened eyes that were watching his every move, Sasuke buried his face in Itachi's pillow before glancing over his shoulder and giving his brother a big, cheeky grin. "Night, aniki."

"Good night, otouto," Itachi replied softly, watching his brother turn back around and shift until he found a comfortable position. He watched as the small boy's labored breathing evened out into a deep, steady rhythm. Itachi chuckled silently; Sasuke must have been exhausted if he had fallen asleep so instantly. Slowly, his gaze never leaving his brother's sleeping form, Itachi reached out and gently stroked Sasuke's soft, black hair, marveling at its silkiness and softness. Itachi sighed, twisting a particularly long lock of hair around his finger. Why couldn't his brother see how badly Itachi wanted him? Why did things have to be so damn difficult?

"Aniki?" Sasuke's small voice shattered Itachi's thoughts. "Aniki, what are you doing?"

Itachi slowly withdrew his hand from its position on Sasuke's head, his passive expression unwavering. However, the silence didn't seem to satisfy Sasuke, as he sat up and looked at his brother with an annoyed expression.

"Aniki, what are you doing?"

Once again, Sasuke was met with a blank stare and unnerving silence.

"Aniki!" Sasuke growled, reaching out to shove Itachi in the chest, trying to get his attention. However, Sasuke's hands never made contact with Itachi's chest, as they were stopped when Itachi lightly grabbed Sasuke's wrists, stopping his attempted push.

"Aniki, wha..."

Sasuke was cut off as his body was roughly pulled forward, and his lips crashed against his brother's, who had unexpectedly pulled Sasuke into a bruising kiss. Sasuke felt his cheeks flush, and his eyes widened, staring dumbly at his aniki, who was still holding Sasuke's wrists tightly against his chest. Itachi felt like he was on fire; he had never felt anything so intense. Biting down lightly on Sasuke's bottom lip, Itachi plunged his tongue into his otouto's mouth when the boy gasped at his older brother's rough actions. Itachi's tongue swept around Sasuke's mouth, exploring every inch of it. Then, gently coaxing Sasuke's tongue with his own, Itachi tried to encourage his younger brother to contribute to the kiss. However, to Itachi's great annoyance, the younger boy pulled away, gasping for air.

Itachi, panting as well, looked at his brother, who was touching his lips and had an expression of disbelief, good or bad Itachi didn't know, on his flushed face. Itachi looked away, also touching his own lips. However, unlike the burning passion he felt a moment ago, he now felt ice cold; he could not believe he had just taken advantage of his brother.

"Aniki..."

"Sasuke, I believe it is time for you to go." Itachi said coldly, still not looking at his otouto.

"But -"

"Now," Itachi hissed, his eyes flashing red.

Sasuke, eyes wide with fear, obediently scrambled off the bed and hurried towards the door. With one last look towards his infuriated brother, Sasuke ran from Itachi's room and didn't stop until he was safe in his bed, curled up under his covers.

Itachi scowled bitterly at the door out which Sasuke had disappeared. How could he have done something so stupid?! He couldn't believe he had lost control; Sasuke probably hated him now.

"Fuck," Itachi muttered, pulling himself out of his warm bed and walking quickly over to his bathroom, his erection straining painfully in his pants. What he needed now more than anything was an ice cold shower.

Back in his room, Sasuke ran his finger tips lightly over his lips, his breath catching in his throat when he thought back to what had just happened. He squeezed his eyes shut and listened to the spray of the shower that was coming from his brother's bathroom. He felt his heart clench painfully; his brother probably felt dirty now that he had just kissed him. Sasuke felt a tear form in his eye. He knew he should probably feel dirty too, but he didn't. Not even a little bit. In fact, it had felt good, even though he knew it shouldn't have.

Shaking his head angrily at the thought, Sasuke wiped his eyes hastily and decided to never mention to anyone how his lips were still tingling.

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