It was the first day of summer vacation. Sasuke had gone to sleep at three o'clock that morning, fully prepared to continue into his annual tradition of slowly working himself into a nocturnal entity by staying up later and later until eventually he saw none of the summer's sunshine. Day time was overrated anyway, and he'd always been the type to like doing it with the lights off.
Unfortunately, his mother seemed to be trying to start a new tradition of blasting classical music at ten in the morning. Which, of course, woke him from his sleep.
He took a moment to consider that perhaps this was something she usually did anyway while all of her boys were off at work and school – but then he decided he was too tired to be considerate, and should go downstairs and throw a tantrum, as he was most certainly entitled to do as a member of this household.
Grumpily, the Uchiha threw the covers off of himself, with every intention of going to tell his mother off. Then, he realized with a slight wince that he had a terrible case of morning wood going. Itachi would be at work already, and he had no desire to touch himself without some kind of audience. So, he thought graphic thoughts about his parents' private time together and tried to will the arousal away as he threw on some shorts and stomped down the stairs.
By the time he had a full view of his mother's rear, squeezed like sausage into her too-small yoga pants as she bent down to pick up something; and his ears were properly bombarded with 'Symphony No.5', the tent in his pants was completely gone.
"Mom?" He asked, as she came up with a feather duster in her hands and began to dramatically wave it around in tune to the climax of the music.
"Mom!" he hissed out again, dust flying into his eyes.
Mikoto gave a startled jump, but grinned guiltlessly at her youngest son, grabbing his hands and urging him to spin around and dance with her.
Sasuke stood still as a rock, absolutely refusing to take part in such foolishness, though his cheeks were reddening from second-hand embarrassment. How did parents manage to embarrass you when no one was even around ?
"Mom, seriously. It's way too late to try to make me smarter with baby Beethoven."
Giving up on getting him to dance, she turned it down some and laughed lightly, taking in his facial expression. "I'll try Moonlight Sonata next time, might be easier for you to sleep through."
"Please don't," He clipped out, walking over to the stereo and turning the damn song all the way off. It was making him antsy.
"Is this what you normally do during the weekdays?" He questioned, "Play hard-core classical music and dust the living room?"
"Every now and then," She answered with a shrug, walking into the kitchen and motioning for Sasuke to sit down in front of a steaming fresh plate of pancakes. "But this time I was actually trying to wake you up. Eat quickly because Itachi wants you at his office in…" She paused to glance at the clock on the stove, "Twenty six minutes."
"What!" Sasuke exclaimed, his third forkful of pancake clattering onto the table, "I can't be dressed and ready to leave the house on such short notice! Why didn't you wake me up earlier?"
"He only called to say he needed you down there a couple minutes ago, I woke you right away." She answered somewhat impatiently. "He sounded very abnormal on the phone, so I'd suggest not upsetting him further if you've already done something. You haven't played a prank on him, have you? I thought you'd grown out of that period…"
Sasuke went into a bit of a panic. He knew that after his most recent Tokumei article it would be a bit obvious – well, more obvious than usual – who the mystery writer was, but he was hoping that after Itachi's confession of love, it would just be laughed off.
Unable to beat down the anxiety, he rushed upstairs and tried to get ready as quickly as possible. He managed a ten minute shower and put on the same shorts and a mint-green V-Neck that was already kind of falling out of his wardrobe. The first pair of flip-flops that caught his eye completed the outfit, and he ran out of the front door with only four minutes to spare, yelling back to his mother that he was borrowing her car, and ignoring her shouted response that he most certainly was not.
Itachi's office was truly within walking distance, so driving it hardly took Sasuke two minutes to get there. However, by the time he was parked, he was already two minutes late. He knew he'd be in deep shit for taking the car if his mother snitched to his father, but he'd deal with that later, because he'd rather face Fugaku's wrath than Itachi's.
When he got buzzed into the office, his brother was standing by the window, looking out at the people walking down the street, it seemed. Sasuke could tell by his body language that Itachi wasn't really looking at anything at all, rather, he was lost in his own mind.
"You're late," The elder man said quietly. He didn't seem to be expecting an explanation, so Sasuke didn't offer one. "Sit."
Sasuke moved to sit down in one of the chairs in front of his brother's desk.
"No, not there," Itachi redirected, without having turned around, "Sit in my chair."
Mildly confused, Sasuke walked around the desk, towards the plush computer chair on the far side. He passed by his brother as he did so, and enjoyed the warmth and tension that emitted from the man's smooth back – covered as it was by a shirt and suit-jacket.
It was a simple thing to see, when Sasuke sat down in front of Itachi's computer. It was a word document, and it was blank. Not a single letter written on it, or a single sound from either of their lips to explain its presence, and yet it spoke so loudly that he wished to cover his ears.
Itachi knew. He knew everything.
"You've found out my secret, I see." Sasuke remarked, trying to keep his voice light and playful though he was caught somewhere between the emotional state of a spooked horse and a frightened baby.
"Don't." Itachi cut off his brother's attempted liveliness with a single word.
He turned around and walked up behind Sasuke, resting his arms on the younger Uchiha's shoulders and leaning his head in near his ear. He kissed the soft skin on Sasuke's neck, and let his arms run down the teen's chest and stomach.
"Here's what is going to happen," Itachi whispered, heavily, "I am going to fuck you on this desk," He slapped his hand hard against the sturdy wood, and Sasuke gasped, "You will enjoy it. Greatly."
Sasuke felt arousal curling slow and hot in the pit of his stomach, and nodded.
"And then," Itachi continued, "You are going to write out every single thing that I did to you, and I am going to publish it, and those filthy little friends of yours are going to read every filthy word and know exactly what you wrote about."
Sasuke smirked slyly. "If this is meant as some sort of punishment, I'd like to give you a heads-up that I'm really liking the sound of it."
Itachi chuckled darkly, almost to himself. "Yes, well, we haven't gotten to the fun bits." He moved away from Sasuke, and began to remove items from his desk. One by one, things were placed elsewhere about the room. First, a tin of pens was put onto the windowsill. Next, a stack of paperwork relocated to one of the other chairs.
Object after object transferred about the room, plucked up from Itachi's slender fingers.
Sasuke watched.
It was all the anticipation of watching a lover get undressed, but somehow magnified by the sheer knowledge that if someone were to walk through that door, or look through that window, they would be completely unaware of the hidden perversion behind his brother's movements. Perhaps he was just tidying. Who was to say he was preparing for a more twisted act?
Itachi retrieved a dust-cloth from a cabinet to Sasuke's right, and began running the thick-fibered fabric over the face of the desk, though in Sasuke's opinion, it was plenty clean already.
"I don't mind a little dirt under the nails, you know," He commented, eyes glued to Itachi's hands.
"I do."
Sasuke shrugged, and moved to stand up, irritated by all the waiting.
"I told you to sit," Itachi reminded, making direct eye contact with his little brother.
"And I heard you," Sasuke acknowledged, "It was a thoughtful suggestion, but I'll be standing now, thanks."
Itachi's eyes followed Sasuke. The boy was walking up to him, and his face was a perfect mask of confidence and fearlessness. Itachi took in the mask, adored it, respected it, and then began to pick at the cracks. They were molecular; hair-line fractures tightly placed together with the strongest crazy-glue that a teenager's mind could muster. Itachi widened them with a squint of the eye, and peered into their depths. Confusion. Hurt. Desperation. Need. Loneliness. Apprehension. Fright. Exhaustion. Passion. Drive. Defiance. Submission. The qualities that made up Sasuke Uchiha. The pieces to the puzzle that he hid away, hoping no one would ever put them together. Itachi assembled them all, and looked at the masterpiece before him.
"I see you," He murmured lowly, knowing that with Sasuke's current proximity there was no need to project his voice. They were standing closely now, almost chest to chest, their eyes still tied together with some haunted immovable line.
"I'm not hiding," Sasuke whispered back, breaking their eye contact to glance down at Itachi's mouth.
"You are," Itachi responded at the same volume, leaning in even closer, and resting his forehead on Sasuke's, "You're hiding like a child - covering up your own eyes because you think it means I won't be able to find you."
He wrapped his arms around the younger Uchiha's waist, pulling him forward that last inch so that they were really touching, pressed so tightly together that the speedy pattering of Sasuke's heartbeat hardly felt foreign against his own.
"But you're right here," Itachi finished. Finally - finally pressing their lips against each other's, so lightly that it barely differed from the warmth of his breath.
"I love you," The words were spoken into Sasuke's lips, swallowed down his throat and trickling through his veins, warm under his skin. He stepped back, stung with the burn of them.
"Yes, you said that already. The day before yesterday," He responded, shakily. He didn't like Itachi talking about all this love business; the entire idea was ridiculous.
"Hmm, so I did," He looked at the space Sasuke had created between them, but knew better than to comment on the younger man's obvious discomfort with anything remotely emotional. Instead, he patted his hand against the desk. "Take a seat? I'm asking this time, truly."
Obediently, Sasuke sat down on the desk. This time, he didn't flinch away when Itachi got close. He allowed the elder Uchiha to stand between his legs. In fact, he secured them firmly around Itachi's back, giving the illusion that he was capable of trapping the man there.
He could feel Itachi's breathing, as he brought himself closer, his face hovered beside Sasuke's neck, and he adorned the soft skin with a long lick of his tongue. Making a satisfied sound that seemed to come from deep in his chest, he sucked a little harder.
Sasuke, no stranger to this sort of thing, was able to tell the exact moment that a bruise began to form.
"I can't go around in scarves during the summer, Nii-San," He huffed out, rolling his eyes.
Itachi snorted, "As if you've never come home covered in love-bites before,"
"Yes, but it's a bit different when Mother knows exactly where I am, don't you think?" Sasuke retorted, trying to keep his voice steady through Itachi's continuous sucks and nibbles.
He was ignored.
Strong, callused fingers began toying coyly with the hem of his shirt, and he lifted his arms some, allowing Itachi to remove the V-Neck with one pull. He threw it, and it landed in front of the window. They both looked over, and recalled at the same moment that Itachi's office was street-level. Luckily, they hadn't attracted any visible voyeurs as of yet.
"Stay," Itachi commanded, giving Sasuke a peck on the nose and going to close the blinds and lock the door. He paused to just look at Sasuke for a moment, not wanting to approach him just yet. He took in the man-child's appearance, bare chested, a deep purple mark forming on his neck, body shivering with anticipation, but breathing slow because he was trying to hide it.
"You really are quite easy on the eyes, Otouto."
"I know," He replied with annoyance, "But as much fun as your eyes are having over there, I'd much prefer you appreciated my body with an altogether different part of your anatomy."
Itachi laughed, but complied, coming closer and standing in front of Sasuke. He was at a teasing distance, just far enough away that Sasuke couldn't comfortably reach out and touch him from the desk. He took off his suit jacket, folded it, and laid it down on the same chair he'd put the paperwork on earlier. Next, off came the button down. Unable to resist at least trying, Sasuke stretched his arm out, wanting to undo the buttons himself, but only barely able to even brush his fingers against them.
"That's cruel and unusual," He muttered, more to himself than anyone else.
This earned an even deeper laugh from Itachi, who was now letting his shirt fall to the floor.
"What, you fold the jacket and let the shirt just drop?"
"I'm losing my patience, is all."
Sasuke smiled, managing to catch Itachi's hips in his hands for just long enough to pull the man closer.
"Well, I never had any in the first place," He responded, toying with the top of his brother's pants, then unzipping them, "Here's an idea, you get on the desk and lean back and relax and let me get another taste of that delightful cock of yours."
Itachi laughed, nudging Sasuke playfully backwards so that he was lying flat against the desktop.
"As much as I enjoyed my … birthday licks," He began with a slow smirk, pulling down Sasuke's shorts and snorting quietly at his brother's lack of undergarment.
Finally, the boy was completely naked, and laying exquisitely before him. His cock was semi-hard, resting lazily against his stomach. Sasuke himself was propped up on his elbows, staring curiously at his still half-dressed elder brother, as if daring him to make his next move.
Itachi dragged his hands over Sasuke's sides, taking in the gentle ridges of his ribs, and admiring the soft skin stretched so tightly against them. He let his caress move upwards, running his fingertips against Sasuke's collar bone, then dipping down his chest to press lightly on his stomach.
Sasuke shivered, goose-pimples erupting all over his flesh, only to be quickly soothed away by the warmth of Itachi's touch. He could feel Itachi's eyes on him, nearly as hot with their stare as his hands were.
He bit his lip, refusing to whimper as Itachi's thumb toyed cruelly in his bellybutton for a moment. The hand moved lower, resting against the base of his penis but refusing to make actual contact. Sasuke was absolutely not going to beg. It wasn't going to happen. He stared hard at Itachi's face, trying to make it clear with his eyes.
Itachi chuckled, climbing up onto the desk himself on his knees and leaning over the younger Uchiha predatorily. He rested his slightly chapped lips on Sasuke's shoulder, kissing gently at the clammy skin and then biting softly into it, grinning when Sasuke released a small gasp.
He got back to work with his hand, cupping Sasuke's balls and massaging them slowly, letting his middle finger push enticingly at his perineum.
A growl was forming deep in Sasuke's chest and Itachi felt it trembling against his lips, which were slowly migrating downwards from his brother's shoulder. When he got to his targeted destination, he rested his cheek lightly on Sasuke's cock, like a mother checking for fever. Sasuke was harder than he had been when he'd first been pushed down, but still not quite throbbing the way Itachi wanted to see him. He gripped the teen's sac tighter, finally earning a real moan.
The cock against his cheek twitched, and Sasuke mewled with need. Itachi decided to take pity on the child, and ran a slow lick up the now throbbing muscle. He licked kittenishly at the head, and placed an open mouthed kiss against the eye, giving a grunt of pleasure when he received a warm dribble of precum for his efforts. He gathered it onto his tongue and savored it, which inspired another sharp intake of breath from Sasuke, who was watching him very closely.
"Am I doing okay?" He half-questioned, half-mocked, pausing to shove the entire length of Sasuke's manhood down his throat. His throat fluttered and he swallowed around the head, then let it fall back out of his mouth, "I know you're the expert, after all."
"Shut up," The younger Uchiha demanded, rolling his eyes.
"Turn over," Itachi requested in the same tone.
Sasuke complied without question, rolling over so that he was on his stomach atop the desk, wincing slightly at the way his boner dug uncomfortably into the wood. Itachi paid his discomfort no mind, and leaned over his back, tracing his spine lightly with his tongue before spreading open the cheeks of his ass.
He gazed at the tiny opening and ran his finger experimentally over the crinkled skin, watching it pulse with anticipation. Reaching into his pocket, he retrieved the small tube of lubricant that he'd picked up on his way to work, and drizzled some over Sasuke's delectably pink little rosebud.
He kneaded the gooey substance over the fleshy area with practiced care, and slowly eased a single finger in, gasping at the impossible tightness.
"Careful," Sasuke yelped out at barely a whisper. Itachi heard it, though. He slowed his movements further, moving with extreme care and feeling Sasuke's sphincter clutching desperately at his index finger.
"It's so tight." He hissed out in wonder, "When was the last time you-"
"Never." Sasuke interrupted, fingers clutching with panic at the wood of the desk, "I've always been the one who – I mean, I've never let anyone-"
Immediately Itachi pulled the finger out, and lifted Sasuke into his arms, kissing him fiercely. "You gorgeous, hopeless, little fool…" He murmured against his brother's bruised lips, biting them hard and then stabbing at the warm orifice with his tongue, groaning into the heat of Sasuke's mouth. The younger Uchiha was trembling in his grasp, nervous beyond belief.
"I'm sorry…" Sasuke breathed out, clinging to Itachi's chest, "I can't seem to stop shaking … this is really embarrassing."
Itachi merely hugged him tighter, and then gently laid him back down on his back, kissing him soundly. "There's nothing embarrassing about it," He assured, using his already lubed hand to stroke at his and Sasuke's cocks, now pressed together in this new position. Sasuke's was slightly deflated, and he twisted and jerked at it with renewed enthusiasm, getting it back to its previous state of arousal.
"As a matter of fact, I'm quite honored."
"Shut up, Aniki. I'm hardly a virgin."
Itachi didn't answer, choosing instead to kiss the boy again. He coaxed Sasuke's tongue into his mouth and let it explore as he slipped his finger back in – even more slowly than the first time. This time, the almost unbearable tightness was expected, and he could feel his cock hardening further just at the thought that somehow it was going to fit in there.
Sasuke's body tensed again at the intrusion, but Itachi did not desist.
"I've got you," He whispered against Sasuke's lips, covering them with his own. They kissed lazily, and Itachi took his time, taking the one single finger that was embedded in his brother out and then pushing it back in again, repeating the process until he could do it without Sasuke wincing, and then repeating it over again.
"More?" He asked quietly.
Sasuke took a moment to assess himself and then nodded. Itachi squeezed a fresh dosage of lubricant onto his fingers and then carefully eased two of them into his brother.
"Oh!" Sasuke's eyes widened exponentially and his nails dug into Itachi's shoulders. He relaxed much more swiftly than after the first breach and then closed his eyes, feeling the pressure on his inner walls start to inspire a curling in his stomach. He purred lightly, and began to push down against the finger with a leisurely rhythm.
Itachi was massaging against his prostate with one finger, as if to distract from the incessant stretching he was doing with the other. It was working. Sasuke sighed heavily, and his eye lashes fluttered as his vision blurred. The pleasure built in a completely different way than it did when he was on top – it swirled like a menacing fury, threatening to take over each and every cell in his body.
Itachi smiled, entering Sasuke with a third finger, knowing that he was ready.
"Kami!" Sasuke hissed out, bucking down against the new sensation, "Whoever said three's a crowd was lying," He commented, holding onto Itachi's waist for a bit of leverage as he shoved himself down harder on the exploring digits. "Can you? … Urgh… Move them faster?" He asked, opening his eyes and staring up at Itachi pleadingly.
Unable to resist such a well-deserved request, Itachi obediently increased the speed of his hand, biting his lip when it caused Sasuke to begin moaning wantonly. He was glad that Sasuke was feeling good, and refused to think of the horror that this even could have been if his brother hadn't been open about his lack of experience. Itachi wasn't exactly a patient and gentle lover by nature.
"Are you ready?" He asked, not able to ignore the severe neglect that his own body was enduring.
"Oh, yes. Please!" Sasuke answered, "In fact, I absolutely insist."
Rolling his eyes, Itachi withdrew his hand, rubbing the remainder of his travel-sized container of lubricant onto his cock, trying hot to make any vocal recognition of how pleasant his own hand felt against the pulsing heat.
He eased himself into Sasuke's hole, one millimeter at a time it seemed. For a moment, he was going to tell Sasuke to push down, but he could feel that the uke was already doing exactly that – doubtlessly, having given the same instruction countless times, and thus not needing it to be said to him.
It took nearly two minutes of cautious shallow thrusting for Itachi to finally be fully sheathed in Sasuke's body. He stilled then, observing the sensation of his balls pressing warmly against Sasuke's cleft. He kissed Sasuke's neck, rubbing soothing indistinguishable shapes against his sides until the tension alleviated.
"Alright," Sasuke said, taking a breath and holding it while Itachi pulled out and then pushed back into him. They both groaned in satisfaction. Sasuke was fascinated by the way that being filled so utterly and completely felt like letting go of every single worry he'd ever had all at once. He mourned the loss of Itachi's shaft each time it pulled out, only to be thrown back into a world of euphoria each time it was slammed back in – harder with every thrust now, and speeding up gradually.
Eventually, they worked themselves up to an agreeable pace, and Itachi held firmly to the sides of the desk as he pounded relentlessly into his brother. Sasuke was shouting out swears with every single thrust, caught in a haze of heat and lust. There was nothing more important than getting even closer to Itachi – though it was not actually possible.
"I wanna ride it," He announced, batting his eyelashes in mock innocence at Itachi's raised eyebrow. The elder Uchiha nodded, and pulled out, then sat down on his desk chair, motioning with his hands for Sasuke to take a seat on his lap.
Sasuke stretched his back as he hopped off of the desk, and slipped his legs under the open arms of the chair, then sat himself down on Itachi's cock.
"That hits a good spot," He murmured, rocking his hips. "Mm… Yeah, this is nice." He rocked faster, panting heavily when he felt Itachi's cock poke deliciously at that spot inside of him that'd had him seeing stars earlier.
He began to bounce, moaning with delight as he repeatedly impaled himself, hitting just the right spot almost every other time.
Itachi had his hands placed on the arms of the chair, watching his brother use his cock. His own breath began to become short as he observed the way Sasuke wound his body about, seeking his own pleasure with an adorable lack of concern for whether or not Itachi was gaining anything from his frantic motions. Sasuke's own cock was bouncing joyously, slapping against Itachi's belly and thus splashing it with a glob of precum.
Unable to resist, he grabbed Sasuke by his thighs, lifting him up and back onto the desk in a single motion, now so that Itachi was standing up, still deeply inside of Sasuke, who was propping himself up with his arms on the desk, his legs around Itachi's waist.
Almost carelessly, Itachi removed the legs from his waist, pushing Sasuke down onto his back and putting the boy's legs over his shoulders to that he could push into him with the urgency he needed to.
They fucked wildly, beads of sweat forming along their foreheads and backs, hearing nothing but the low moans and grunts accompanied by the rhythmic slapping of Itachi's balls.
"Oh fuck … so close…" Sasuke whimpered, clawing his nails into the previously unmarked wood and making tiny ridges that they both momentarily ignored as suddenly his climax was upon him, washing over his entire existence like tsunami coming to destroy all delusions of what he had once thought an orgasm felt like.
He became aware, suddenly, that he was screaming, and that Itachi had stopped moving inside of him, instead petting softly at his forehead.
The elder Uchiha was absolutely entranced. Sasuke seemed to have surprised himself with the sheer force of his release, screeching out incoherently and convulsing against the now-clammy surface of his desk. He reached up franticly to Itachi and pulled him close, trembling with wonder. His eyes wide and glassy, and watering a little.
His ass was clenching and fluttering and with a final groan, Itachi spilled himself inside of the warm cavern.
When Sasuke finally caught his breath he was hardly even aware of where he was.
"I'm sorry, Nii-San, but there is no possible way that even Tokumei could put that into words." He said, watching Itachi attentively slip his softening cock out of him. He could feel his hole winking in distress at the loss, and hoped they could repeat this endeavor at a later point that day – hopefully they could get their parents out of the house.
"I'm sure you'll manage. Tokumei owes me that much for all the stress she's caused."
Sasuke huffed. "You still think it's a woman!"
Itachi shrugged, pulling his pants up nonchalantly. "What can I say? She's still a little bitch."
"Itachi, you will acknowledge that you were wrong and Tokumei is a man or I swear to all that is holy in this world I will bend you over this desk and show you just how real his cock is!"
Giving another shrug, Itachi looked his brother in the eye, grinning deviously.
"Perhaps another time, Otouto," He conceded, "I find myself to be better acquainted with your cock already. I admit that Tokumei is a boy – my boy to be specific."
Pouting, Sasuke crossed his arms. "Not a boy! A man!"
"Now you're pushing it," Itachi argued, fingering at the new markings on his desk with annoyance. "But I suppose I can agree to the small detail of you being a man, as long as we are both clear on the fact that you're mine." He growled.
Sasuke grinned beautifully, staring deeply into his brother's eyes, playful banter forgotten. "There is no one in the world who I would rather belong to."
A/N: Another chapter done! The next one's the last.
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