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Me: (sigh) chapter three….

Itachi: What's up?

Me: Hmm…tension…(thinking)

Itachi and Sasuke????

Me:…Oh! I know!

Sasuke: I have a bad feeling…

Itachi: Me too.

Me: muhahahahaha…..

Warning: This chapter has a lime/lemon in it. Nothing major, but FYI. You are reading a T-M fanfic. Enjoy!

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Secrets

Chapter three: Forbidden and Confusion

Bang!

I hit my head against the wall again, closing my eyes from the pain. The sound resounded throughout the room and into the hall.

Bang!

Stepping back from the wall, I paused and looked at it. There were no obvious dents in it, though I saw some rough marks. Scowling, I pulled back my fist and slammed it into the wall. Cursing, I lowered my arm and turned around. It was still early in the morning- about 8: 35- and Itachi had left to get something he had ordered.

Thinking about Itachi only reminded me why I had been so outraged when I'd awaken, and why I was currently taking that outrage out on my bedroom wall.

Here's a hint. It involves the following:

Itachi, wet sheets, and waking up with full hard-on.

Yep. You guessed.

A very erotic wet-dream about my brother.

So, now my suspicions had finally been confirmed.

I was in love with my brother.

I glanced at the sheet that now littered my floor. I walked towards it and bent down, reaching out to grab it. My fingers closed around the damp material and lifted it to my face, breathing in the smell that lingered on it. For some reason, it smelled like Itachi. When was the last time he'd sat on my bed? I don't think he has for at least a week, but smells don't usually last longer than a few hours unless they're really strong…

My eyes snapped open. Oh no. Oh, shit! Shit, shit, shit! I dropped the sheet from my face and backed a step, then stood there, gasping. No, no, no…He…He didn't…He couldn't have…could he? I mean, I would have noticed, right?!

I slowly tried to calm myself. My brain felt like it was going to die. My face felt like it was on fire. I carefully threw the sheet onto my bed. The way it fluttered down, gently, flapping in the breeze it was creating, reminded me of Itachi. The way his hair moved whenever he moved, the way his eyes were so dark and yet warm at the same time, the way his skin was as pale as the sheet…

I had started to drift into my thoughts when I realized that I had other problems. Such as, the front door having just opened, which meant Itachi was back.

I rushed forward and out into the hallway. I paused outside the living room and heard Itachi's footsteps coming from the door. I took a deep breath and called out, "Itachi?"

Chuckling reached my ears. "Yes, Sasuke. Who did you think it was?" Itachi walked into the living room and smirked at me, his right hand fisted on his hip, his left knee bent slightly.

My eyes traveled down the outline of his hip, causing me to blush slightly at the thoughts coming to my head. "Well, just incase. Geez," I snapped and walked into the living room, sitting onto the couch and turning on the TV.

"Why so upset, otouto?" Itachi asked. He came and sat next to me. "Are you mad?"

"No. I just wanted to be sure it was you before I walked into the living room." I replied.

"Why would you need to?" He asked.

"Because I'm not going to just waltz in here without checking. No one-" I raised a finger beside my face, looking at Itachi as I did so. "-And I repeat no one- is going to come in here and rape me," I answered.

Itachi smirked again. "So that's what you're so worried about?" he asked.

"Yes," I pouted.

"Well, then…" Itachi leaned forward and cupped my cheek gently. I blushed and suddenly thought back to my dream. "I wonder why that would be…?"

"Because I don't wanna be raped! Who does?" I snapped.

"Are you sure that that's the only reason?" he asked. I raised an eyebrow at him. "Are you sure it's not because…you want to be a virgin…until you get laid by me?" he mused, smirking wider.

I swear my face was probably red as a tomato. "What?!"

Itachi chuckled. "Relax. I was just kidding." He stood up and headed for the kitchen. I watched him leave (more or less, my gaze was actually directed at his ass), and then I noticed that he was carrying a bag with a box in it.

"Itachi, what's in the bag?" I asked.

He didn't answer. Instead, he turned around and faced me. "…You might want to do something about thatbulge in your pants we people call an erection," he murmured, smirking slightly and drawing out the last word to torture me a little.

If my face had been red before, then it was nothing compared to what I'm sure it looked like now. I stood up and walked into my room, cursing at Itachi in my head as I did.

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"Yes, mother, we're both fine. No need to worry." Itachi said into the receiver. Beside him, Sasuke listened to the conversation as best he could.

Her worried voice reached Itachi once again. "Is Sasuke getting to bed on time?"

"Yes,"

"Is he training?"

"Yes."

"What about you? Not neglecting your little brother, are you?"

Itachi almost laughed aloud. He did, mentally, though. How could I neglect Sasuke? He wondered, thinking back to yesterday. "No, mother."

"Itachi, let me talk to her!" Sasuke whispered.

Itachi shushed his little brother. Sasuke pouted. Itachi smirked.

"Are you training and getting to bed on time?" his mother asked.

"Yes, I am."

"Good boy. Are you two having fun?"

Itachi knew what she meant, but he also knew several ways the question 'are you two having fun?' could be taken. He coughed slightly. "Yes, lots of fun, mother." Sasuke raised an eyebrow at him. "In fact, we were just about to play a game."

"Oh, good." She sounded satisfied.

Sasuke reached for the phone, but Itachi moved it out of his reach. "Itachi!"

"No," was Itachi's reply.

"Please! I wanna say hi!"

"…No."

"Please, Itachi…" getting a shake of the head from Itachi, Sasuke turned to his last resort. He walked forward towards Itachi, earning a slightly confused look from his brother. He put his hands on Itachi's legs and used them to balance himself as he leaned upward towards Itachi's face. He continued leaning upwards, stopping only when his lips brushed on Itachi's.

Itachi's hands shot out and grabbed Sasuke's arms. His eyes were flaring with several different emotions Sasuke couldn't name; noting to himself that any form of anger was absent. Itachi pulled Sasuke up and sat him in his lap, causing the younger to blush slightly.

Sasuke raised an eyebrow when he felt something akin to what he'd waken with this morning touching his thigh. He glanced up at Itachi, who was grabbing the phone from where he'd sat it down and raised it to his ear to continue speaking to their mother.

"…Mother, Sasuke wants to talk to you." Itachi said.

Itachi handed Sasuke the phone, smirking as he did. "Hello, mother." Sasuke said into the receiver.

"Hello Sasuke! How are you?"

"I'm good," Sasuke replied.

"Good. Are you and Itachi having fun?"

Sasuke's face lit up a bright red. He saw Itachi raise an eyebrow, his smirk still ever-present. "Y-Yes, mother, lots."

"Itachi said you were about to play a game. What game do you two have in mind?" Sasuke could tell she was smiling.

"Um…" he glanced at Itachi, who mouthed 'it doesn't have a name' back, and Sasuke relayed it to his mother. "Er, it doesn't really have a name…"

"Well, what do you do?" she asked cheerfully.

Did this woman ever shut up?! Sasuke wondered. "Um…well, uh…" Unsure what to say, he said the first thing that came to mind. "…It's a training game!"

"A training game?"

"Yeah!" Sasuke replied enthusiastically. "A training game!"

"What kind of training?"

"…"

"Sasuke?"

"One sec," he took the phone from his ear and covered the speaker with his hand. "What kind of training?" he whispered to Itachi.

"…Just a training game," Itachi answered. Sasuke raised an eyebrow at that, but didn't argue it.

Speaking into the phone again, Sasuke said, "Just a training game."

(A/N: Switch to Sasuke's POV)

"Sasuke that could be anything! Be more sepcif-" Something interrupted her. I heard someone else say something before I heard her speak again. "I'm sorry, Sasuke. I've got to go. Say bye to Itachi for me okay?"

"Okay. Bye," I said.

"Bye sweetie!"

I hung up, then turned to Itachi. "She says bye."

"I figured." Itachi answered flatly.

I moved to stand up, but was stopped when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around, my breath hitching in my throat when I came face-to-face with a slightly narrowed-eyed Itachi. I could feel my brother's breath on my face, and had to control myself to not lean in more towards him. "I-Itachi, what are you…?"

"Shhh…" he whispered, leaning more towards me. I felt my eyes slipping closed, but they snapped open when I felt a hand on my backside, groping my ass.

"Itachi!" I growled. What is he doing?!

"Quiet, Sasuke." He said. His other hand came up to cup my chin, forcing me to look at him. I looked at his eyes. His dark, beautiful, perfect eyes. The ones I had felt and found on me a lot lately.

"Itachi, what are you doing? Is something wrong?" I asked.

Itachi chuckled quietly. He leaned even closer to me, his breath mingling with mine in the tiny space between us. The hand on my chin slid down my chest, causing me to bite my lip in order to not gasp out loud. But, shit, did it feel good.

Of course, my brother noticed. "Don't bother keeping it in, otouto," he whispered against my ear. "You can't hide it from me anyway."

That did it. Weither from hearing that or of its own accord, something in me snapped and all my control slipped away with the moan that escaped my lips the next instant. I felt Itachi smirk against my skin, then felt his lips kiss the side of my face. "I-Itachi…" I moaned. His hand slid further down, and he circled it around my waist and pulled me closer to him. I put my hands on his chest, stretching my neck upwards to catch my brother off guard and take him in for a kiss, but was beat to it when Itachi did that for me.

He put a hand in the back of my hair, leaning me back a little so I was bent backwards slightly, Itachi's hands (one still being on my backside) being the only thing keeping me up. I moaned against his lips and knew he was smirking. His tongue swept out along my lower lip, and just as his hand let go of my hair and was reaching to take off my shirt…

The doorbell rang.

I jumped back from Itachi gasping. Growling, Itachi stalked off to answer the door. I stood there, thinking about what had just happened. What had almost happened. Flashes of Itachi above me, naked, kept coming to mind, and the thought of him saying my name as he released made me moan loudly. I hadn't ever thought that a simple phone call with my mother could end with me being touched by my brother. Then again, I'd never thought that I would ever want to be touched like that. It is forbidden for two people like us because society doesn't think its 'right' for two guys to love each other- least of all two brothers. But because of that, it only makes me want it more for some reason. Man, if mother or father ever found out…about what had just happened…about my feelings…then I'd be in huge trouble. I can't even imagine what they'd do to me.

"Sasuke, you say something?"

I jumped when Itachi entered the living room, his voice resounding around the room as he did. "N-No, I didn't." he must has heard me moan. I thought, blushing. Stupid mind for making me think of Itachi that way while he was close by! "Why?"

"I thought I heard someone say something, that's all." I saw the smirk in his eyes, but just glared at it. Stupid brother… I thought.

"No, I didn't say anything." I turned and starting walking down the hall to my room. "I'm gonna go play some video games."

"…"

Itachi didn't answer, which made me look over my shoulder to see him blushing furiously and looking at the ground in front of him with wide eyes. I raised an eyebrow and smirked. Itachi never blushed- not like that at least. What had caused this? I decided I would find out, but later. Right now, 'Legend of Zelda' was calling.

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Me: Chapter three...

Sasuke: What?

Me: Just thinking. Hope you like it! Please review!

Itachi: Can I say the thing about the next chapter? The preview thing.

Me: Sure.

Itachi: Okay. Here's the preview:

Next Chapter: Itachi invites Sasuke to come to a club with him, only to be forced upon stage singing a song with said little brother by non other than the blonde artist of Akatsuki, who plans to get them together if it takes Sasori and Tobi's help to get it. After all, when one's idiot friend knows about your incestuous love for your brother, is there much you can do to stop him?

Me: Here's a scene from it:

A smirk lit up the blonde's face. Beside him, Sasori and Tobi watched in interest. What was he planning?

"I think they are ready. Which means we are ready to start our plan." He murmured, smirk growing wider. "Itachi just admitted it to himself after his talk with Sasori," He added, nodding to said red-head. "And Sasuke after his talk with you," he turned to Tobi. "They both know they want it…And they're going to get it." His eyes flashed with malicious intent. "Before this night is over…"

Me: XD It'll be so fun!

Sasuke: ….

Me: Review please and maybe I'll update today again.

Her worried voice reached him once again.Her worreH