Warning: Citrus Fruits
Itachi leaned back in his bedroom and sighed, staring hatefully at his calender and frowning at it. It was his birthday – again. Ugh, he was absolutely disgusted. He had no idea what it was about him that made his family so cheery about the idea of him being a year older, but the tedium of the whole affair had pestered him quite early on in life.
Last year had been relatively tame, he'd managed to convince his mother that he wanted to go on a silent trip with his boyfriend at the time, and he'd done exactly that. His boyfriend at the time had been his left hand, and they'd quite enjoyed each other on their holiday in Kyoto. Kisame thought it was shameful that Itachi was so sexually disinterested, but Deidara insisted that Itachi's left-handed masturbation technique even though he wrote with his right was a sign of true genius and sexual savvy.
Itachi had no opinion of it whatsoever. He'd slept with many men in his time – including Deidara himself at one point, which was how the blond knew his hand of choice – so it wasn't like he was a blushing virgin or anything. He just refused to enter a sexual relationship if someone couldn't please him better than he pleased himself... and was therefore almost always without a steady sexual relationship.
Perhaps it was irrational to wish for a lover that could just know how to touch you even more than you did – but Itachi had a nagging suspicion that he would find someone like that some day. As he mulled it over, his mind for some reason insisted on reminding him that as children, Sasuke had always been able to find all of his tickle spots with a natural ease.
His frown deepened.
"Itachi, darling, at some point today we really would like to at least take you out to eat, dear."
Damn them all! Itachi glared at his door, despising his mother's natural ability to tell when he was awake. Well, perhaps that had been an aid when he was an infant, but now it sucked.
"Okay, mother. If you don't mind dinner, then? I'm not going to be ready in time for brunch."
She responded in exactly the way he expected her to, rambling about how it was his day and of course they would go to whatever meal he wanted, and how she was so grateful that she didn't have to fight him for his time this year. Alas, her rambles ended and the hallway silenced.
He was lying back with his eyes closed, when he noticed that his door was opening, and then closing, and now there was someone in his bedroom. He opened his eyes up just a sliver, lazily trying to figure out who it was based solely on their blurry shape.
Sasuke, definitely Sasuke. He'd recognize those curves anywhere... fuck. That was not a good reason to be able to identify one's sibling.
"Something wrong, Otouto?" Itachi asked, opening his eyes properly and having to blink several times before he recognized the changes in his brother. Wow... this was... nice.
Sasuke's skin was perfect. He had no make-up on or anything, but apparently that Neutrogena stuff that Itachi had spotted in the bathroom was doing its job. His brother seemed to be emitting a healthy and natural glow. His hair was shiny, and looked like it would be silky to the touch, and he was wearing it slightly differently now, with some of it hanging in the front, giving his face a bit of a mysterious look. He was dressed in nothing but a pale sky-blue bathrobe and pink house-slippers, but somehow the casual homey attire suited him in a way that pleased Itachi beyond his understanding.
Sasuke looked like somebody's house wife.
Itachi could tell that the boy was watching him as he took it all in, and he knew that his gaze had probably turned hungry as he noted the way Sasuke's robe hung just slightly open to expose the creamy flawless skin of his upper right thigh. The robe shifted when Sasuke walked towards the bed and sat down, grinning at Itachi and crossing his legs – seeming to be deliberately exposing more of that sinful skin.
"Do you like it, when I'm dressed like this?" Sasuke inquired, looking at Itachi in a way that could only be described as teasingly hopeful.
"I do. Why do you ask?" Itachi asked in return, gazing at the child with calculated inquisition, not sure if they were standing on some uncrossable line, or if Sasuke had in fact crossed that line already when he came in here so scantily clad.
"Because I like it when you look at me like that," Sasuke responded, letting his eyes stare into Itachi's in a way that was somehow so passionate that Itachi found himself mentally calculating the most subtle way possible to either turn onto his stomach or move his pillow onto his crotch. He didn't have time to do either, as he saw Sasuke's eyes flicker down to the tent his cock was making under his sheets, and then back up to his face.
The teen's grin widened. "Do I really excite you so easily, Nii-San?"
He cocked his head playfully to the left, and watched Itachi's eyes as they watched his tongue darting out to lick his lips.
"Why are you here, Sasuke?"
Sasuke ignored the question at first, instead opting to shamelessly pull Itachi's covers and sheets off of the elder Uchiha's body, and run his fingers down his brother's obnoxiously well-toned chest and abdomen. "Dad's out making reservations for your birthday dinner, and Mom's gone to pick up what she ordered as your birthday present," Sasuke started, kicking off his slippers and climbing onto Itachi's bed properly. "Everyone's off to see to your birthday this or your birthday that," His hands went to Itachi's thighs, and the elder Uchiha was surprised at how easily he spread them without question. "So me, I'm here to give you your birthday licks."
Itachi had the distinct impression that his brother was not about to punch him in the arm.
He was right, Sasuke did no such thing. He settled between Itachi's legs, and hovered atop him, then gave a very slow and deliberate lick to Itachi's neck, tracing all the way up from the curve of his shoulder to the crevice behind his ear, where Sasuke bit down gently on the lobe and whispered "One,"
Itachi shivered, refusing to question the contact. Sasuke sucked at his ear deliciously, refusing to stop until he heard a low rumbling in Itachi's chest. He smiled, and licked again, this time going back down that same path – but then lower, along the line that separated Itachi's pectorals, then across to his right nipple, sucking it into his mouth and biting down with a perfect amount of pleasure, causing Itachi to gasp, even as Sasuke lapped comfortingly against the now slightly-wounded flesh. "Two,"
His tongue attached itself to Itachi's skin again, and went lower, tracing the lines of Itachi's abdominal muscles, before burying itself in his navel, tonguing the tiny cavity boldly, and chuckling as he felt Itachi's stomach tense up in a clear attempt to stop himself from arching closer to his little brother's touches.
"Three," Sasuke muttered, as he hooked his thumbs under the elastic waistline of Itachi's boxers and pulled them off, letting his exposed cock bounce up freely. He could see the lust in Sasuke's eyes as the child stared hungrily at it, before taking it in hand and pressing it up to Itachi's belly. He then licked at Itachi's perineum, dragging his tongue over the sensitive spot, and letting it come to rest just under Itachi's sac, then sucking Itachi's balls into his mouth, moaning in satisfaction at the feeling of the heavy plumpness against his tongue.
He suckled them with a tortuous slowness that seduced an actual whimper from Itachi – something the elder decided he would deny if Sasuke ever brought it up again. With a soft pop, Sasuke released Itachi's balls and smirked up at him. "Four,"
Sasuke licked up the underside of Itachi's cock, tracing the thick vein there and gasping in delight as he felt the intensity of Itachi's pulse. He wrapped his mouth firmly around the head and twisted his tongue around it in a circular motion, then swept it over the slit, and pulled up.
"That's five, Aniki – but I'm enjoying this so much that I'm afraid I might lose count. Would you be terribly opposed to just counting in your head while I finish up down here and letting me know when to stop?"
Itachi had to open and close his mouth several times before he settled on a silent nod, feeling the warmth of Sasuke's chuckle against his painfully aroused penis.
Then, so suddenly that he didn't even have time to moan, his entire length was down Sasuke's throat. He felt Sasuke swallow against it, and he was already shamefully close to orgasm just from glancing down and seeing his brother's precious little face surrounding his cock.
Sasuke bobbed up and down, palming half-gently at Itachi's balls as he did it, and letting his other hand slide up Itachi's body and rub soundly against his chest. When Sasuke simultaneously squeezed at his balls with one hand, swallowed around his cock with his throat, and pinched a nipple with his remaining hand – Itachi felt himself release into his sibling's mouth.
Sasuke seemed completely unphased by this, and he swallowed every drop, then pushed off of Itachi's body and grinned. "Happy birthday, Nii-San."
Itachi just blinked at him for several moments, then finally opened his mouth to speak. "I don't …. why?"
Sasuke shrugged. "I find that fellatio is something best done as a surprise."
That rang a bell somewhere in Itachi's mind, but he was too sated to play connect the dots and think about where he'd heard something like that said before. Sasuke seemed able to tell this and he snorted, amused by something that Itachi was thus far unable to comprehend.
He got up and put his slippers back on, then stepped out of the room as Itachi thought he heard him muttering about how thanks to stupid Haku he could only have 1,980 more calories that day.
A/N: Mkay, that's this chapter! HAPPY BIRTHDAY ITACHI, I FUCKING LOVE YOU!
-ahem-
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All my love for reading,
-Beloved