Garaa's POV

Today has been the weirdest day of my life, other than the time I walked in on Sakura doing it with the enemy. Seeing Itachi made my heart do this stupid flippy thing, and I can't take it. I don't know what it's supposed to mean, but this feeling…he feels so good in my arms, holding him close to me. Ten minutes had passed and his sobs were finally coming to an end.

"Suck it up already. Guys don't cry. Little boys do." I told him as I awkwardly patted him on the back. Could this get any more damn weird?! I don't hug guys. Hell, I don't hug people.

He sat up slowly, and I immediately regretted what I said when I saw his bloodshot red eyes and the dried up tears on his pale cheeks.

"Shutup." He demanded. If Itachi thinks I'm going to listen to his ass, then he better think again.

"Stop crying," I retorted lamely, " stop feeling sorry for yourself."

That was a mistake. I felt a stinging sensation on my cheek.

"Ahhh fuck!" I yelled as it started to burn even more. I held my cheek and growled at Itachi.

"What the fuck was that for?!" I asked, because this wasn't like him. He hadn't hit me since we were little kids.

"You don't know what the hell I've been through lately. Sasuke has been raped multiple times! I couldn't stop this bastard from hurting him, Garaa. Do you know how it feels," tears started leaking out of the corners of his eyes as his voice cracked, " to not be able to protect someone close to you? I've had that feeling too many times. It hurts…it hurts…"

My glare softened a little as I looked down at him. No matter how old Itachi is, he's still going to be a little boy to me. Under his tough mask, he's a mess. Even he has a breaking point. I sighed and once again swung my arm around him. If he's going to cry, then I better take him into the house at least.

I heard him gasp softly as I picked him up off the rock and carried him into the house, similar to how he had carried Sasuke inside a little while ago. I passed the room Sasuke was in and went into my bedroom. I dropped him down on the bed and sat down on the edge of it.

For awhile, the only noise that could be heard were his sobs. I didn't know what to do anymore. He feels so bad about what happened to his little brother that I don't think I can take away his pain. Neither of us said anything for awhile, and I waited for his sobs to subside. When he had stopped crying, I closed my eyes and held my head down.

"I'm sorry," I whispered. I could imagine the look on his face, probably with that stupid look he gets when something he thought was impossible happened.

"What?" He asked, dumbfounded. Damn, I know it's not everyday I apologize but it's not the most amazing thing!

"I said I'm sorry. I didn't know…all that shit you had been going through, and I didn't know…I shouldn't have said anything."

I felt the weight on the bed shift slightly and felt hot breath on my neck. Oh god, he really wasn't going to help me out by doing this.

"It's okay. I just can't let him get hurt anymore," he whispered in my ear and held his head down, "I love him, Garaa."

My eyes widened as I turned to see Itachi's head dropped down, his beautiful locks of hair falling in front of his eyes.

"No shit you love him. He's your brother," I said, wondering why he was telling me the obvious.

"No…I mean," a deep blush crawled onto his cheeks and he looked up at me shyly, like he was ashamed, "I really…really love him."

We stared at each other for a long time. Itachi loved Sasuke? What. The. Fuck. I groaned and shook my head.

"You really are gay."

"You got a problem with that?" He retorted. I picked up a pillow and smacked him in the head with it.

"Shut your face, dumbass. Don't get all lovey dovey and shit in my house," I ordered as I looked at the wall. He's never going to return the feelings that I have for him, no matter what happens. Because he loves Sasuke. Wait, did I just say feelings?

"When hell freezes over twice and an asian rules the white house", I murmured to myself. Itachi got closer to me, and it was really starting to make my body a little uncomfortable in some places…

"What was that?" He asked. I turned my head to face him and froze, because our lips were only five centimeters apart. We both closed our eyes slowly and leaned in a little more. When my lips touched his, it felt like magic. His lips were soft and warm, and I couldn't get enough of him. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him closer to me as he deepened the kiss, and I felt my dick go hard as I heard him moan.

I heard the door creak, and I immediately broke away from the kiss. I turned my head towards the door and my mouth fell open at the sight. Standing 10 feet away, with watery eyes, tousled black hair, bruises all over his body, and a look of pure shock, Sasuke looked like a beautiful mess that was dying to be touched.

"Sasuke…" I heard Itachi whisper.

Sasuke's POV

Itachi…Itachi. My eyes shot open as my breath quickened. I sat up and looked around the room, hoping that Naruto had gone. My body still felt sore, and I remembered how that man touched me. I hate him. I hope he dies or he gets raped, but he might like that so it wouldn't matter. I looked around the room for Itachi, but he wasn't there. I looked down and saw that I had one some pajamas, Itachi's old dinosaur ones. They were warm and smelled just like him.

I crawled out of the bed and walked out of the room. Where am I anyways? This place seems familiar, but I can't remember exactly where it is. I heard some noises from the room at the end of the hall, and I quickly walked towards it. Maybe Itachi was in there.

"Itachi..?" I whispered quietly, wondering if he was in there or not and afraid of what I would find. I opened the door slowly when I got no response, and my mouth fell open in shock. It's not every day I see Itachi and Garaa making out on a bed. They looked hot doing it…I wanted to crawl onto the bed and join them. Their bodies looked so warm and inviting.

I accidentally bumped the door and it creaked. Damnit, they're going to find me. Their heads quickly turned in my direction and they both were surprised to see me.

"Sasuke…" Itachi whispered. Garaa stared at me like he had never seen me before in my life. I looked between the two of them and a light blush crept onto my cheeks as I looked down at the floor.

"U-um…I-I didn't mean to interrupt…" I started but I didn't get to finish because Itachi enveloped me in a warm embrace and I wanted to cry. I felt his shoulders shaking and heard him sob. I hated seeing him of all people in so much pain, and I couldn't do anything about it.

"I'm sorry, Sasuke, I'm so sorry," he whispered in my ear as he continued to cry and hold me. I felt tears fall down my cheeks as I embraced him back. He was crying for me, because I have been raped by that evil bastard Naruto. He's crying because he couldn't do anything to stop it from happening. Mostly, I think he's crying because he thinks I'm going to hate him for life.

I glanced at Garaa, who was still sitting on the bed. He looked down at the ground and stood up, his head hanging down. He walked past us and shut the door.