Sasuke walked away quickly through the snow. He had forgotten to get his coat but he didn't feel cold: He felt the sad pain of longing and wanting.

He walked out to the pier where he and Naruto first met. He remembered the feeling of falling in love for the first time, the knowledge he wanted to be with this boy forever and protect him. Every touch he reveled in, very smile he loved. He told his mom about his love, and she thought it adorable, until she found out he loved another boy. She suddenly insisted that this was a phase and it wasn't really love it was that he liked him as a friend. She made him stop going to the pier. She was a good mother but she just wasn't so supportive of this love. She didn't understand that love didn't see gender or age. She understood that love was blind to class, since her husband fell in love with her though she was a lower class Uchiha. She understood that part of the phrase "love is blind."

They never told Sasuke's father and brother about his love.

Sasuke sat at the end of the frozen wooden dock, resting his feet on the frozen surface of the lake. He didn't realize he was crying until the salty water froze and crystallized into his skin. He rubbed the ice off and sighed.

The swelling hand of anger rose up from the depths of his stomach and twisted his heart into something awful. To satisfy it, he took a rock and with chakra energizing his throw, he slammed it into the ice. A gaping portal into the clear freezing water appeared and cracks like an earthquake spread going off for miles.

This still wasn't enough to appease anger, so Sasuke sat and waited until a thick bodied slow moving fish swan quietly by and he grabbed it from the water. It flopped and squirmed around in his hand as he stroked. He pictured he was stroking Naruto's face, always with a smile. The fish slapped his hand hard and made the day dream go away.

Even angrier, he squeezed it and squeezed it until it's little fish eyes bulged. He threw it on the ground and hit it with his fist. Guts spilled from its mouth, nice and fish and squishy. Sasuke swiped the poor fish back into the water and it floated off, bobbing from underneath the ice against the bottom looking like a faint heartbeat.

Itachi called to Sasuke, saying his name. Displeased, he turned around and scowled at Itachi.

"Go away."

"Look, Sasuke, you're upsetting Naruto. Stop acting like a loser and just tell m what's wrong?"

"You wanna know what's wrong? You! You're the fucking matter! Why the hell are you dating Naruto! Since when have you liked him? I bet you just want something to screw, you sick bastard!" He barely held onto his tears.

His father had taught him that tears were weakness, especially shown to another.

Itachi stood silent for a bit, chewing on his little brother's words.

"Why do you have to take it out on him?" he said solemnly.

"Because he's a part of it!" he yelled, "Why did you take him away?"

In a flash Itachi ran to Sasuke and pushed him into the hole in the ice. Sasuke fell into the cold water, the breath taken from him, and before he wasn't able to move his muscles due to the temperature, he swam up and climbed out.

"What the fuck?" he scream, shivering. Itachi came near him again and put his warm coat over him. It provided only a little comfort from the cold death settling over him and no comfort from the humiliation.

"Come home when you've calmed down, dickhead," Itachi said. "I don't care if you act this way around me but when you involve Naruto..."

"Don't you dare say that kind of thing! I love Naruto so much! I want to protect him from everything! Why did you get him? I want him! Why do you get him?….It's no fair…"

Itachi took pity on his poor bother. He grabbed him by the elbow and, despite the surprised protests, he dragged his sad wet sorry butt home.

When the two brothers came home, there was the smell of hot chocolate in the air. Sasuke tried moving towards the smell, Itachi pushed him away. When Itachi opened his mouth to yell angrily, Itachi gave him a stern look to silence him.

"Take a shower first, then you can have hot chocolate."

Reluctantly, Sasuke knew defeat and he shuffled off. Itachi took up the task of following the trail of delicious warm sweet chocolate and tracked it back to the kitchen, were Naruto sat in a chair sleeping with hot chocolate for all of them. Itachi smiled and with his sleeve wiped off a bit of drool from his mouth.

"How did I get so lucky as to deserve you?" he whispered to his boyfriend. But the desperate angry words of Sasuke ran through his head. Why did you get him? I want to protect him from everything! Why do you get him?...

He ran a hand through his hair. "I don't know, bro. It just happened…"

It happened a few weeks ago, when Naruto had come over and Sasuke was out getting some groceries.

Knock knock.

Itachi opened the door to see the young blue eyed youth.

"Hey, Naruto," he greeted him, "Sasuke's getting groceries for me, but you can hang out with me till he gets back." Naruto didn't see any problem with that. They both went to the kitchen and clumsily he helped with dinner.

"You're so awkward," Itachi chuckled.

"Shut up! I don't usually cook! I just eat ramen!" Naruto said, proudly puffing out his chest.

"That's not very healthy." Naruto shrugged it off. "Well, you need to eat something other than salt and carbs. Here, I'll help you. You first cut these carrots."

He gave Naruto a few carrots and a chopping board and a big dangerous cutting knife and demonstrated how to cut them. Naruto, of course, failed miserably, but preserved. He still failed though. Getting a bit exacerbated at the slow progress, Itachi got behind Naruto and grabbed his hands.

"! What the hell are y-you…?" Naruto stuttered in surprise, 'I don't need help!" He tried squirming but Itachi was strong and held him steady.

"Calm down. I'm trying to teach you how to cut carrots. Now, you cut fast and with pressure." He demonstrated what he meant. Naruto leaned back ever so slightly and just let Itachi's hands control his like a puppet. "You're not even trying!" Itachi soon realized.

"Eh. You can just control me. I won't ever get it right and I don't care to."

Itachi sighed. Taking his puppet for a test spin, he kept cutting the carrots through Naruto.

"Wow, you're good at this," Naruto noted.

"Just practice," he said simply.

As he kept cutting, Naruto felt the muscles working behind him and he smelled Itachi, who has a scent like silk and velvet.

"You wearing cologne, Itachi?" asked Naruto.

"No. I've got no one to impress. Why?"

The blonde shrugged. "You just smell nice is all."

Itachi raised an eyebrow amusedly. "Do I? What do I smell like?" Naruto coughed. "Come on," he urged.

"….You smell like…silk…and velvet…" he muttered.

"That sounds girly." Itachi sniffed his shirt. "I don't smell anything. You sure it's not you?" He leaned over and sniffed Naruto. "You smell like...peppermint." He kept smelling him. He enjoyed the smell of peppermint.

"Stop sniffing me!" Naruto said loudly. Itachi noticed he didn't really try to move away much.

"Don't tell me what to do, kid." He wrapped his arms around Naruto and smelled into his neck. Uzumaki made a squeaky sound and squirmed around like a fish. Itachi held on tight until he had no choice but stop.

"Damn it…you're too strong…" Naruto panted a little. He became limp in Itachi's arms.

"I'm just cool strong like that."

"I guess you are…" Naruto looked up at Itachi a bit shyly. "Let go of me?"

Itachi flashed a look at the eighteen year old's lips. They were nice and pink and soft looking. He wouldn't mind at all kissing them…He leaned in a little. "Never," Itachi said, flashing a handsome charming grin at him.

Naruto's heart beated fast as he glanced at the older's lips. The smell of velvet silk engulfed his senses and he let what happened happen. They made a forgetting peaceful sound of kissing together and burnt the dinner.