Chapter 8:

Knowing that my Otouto had fallen asleep beforehand in his room saves me the agony of hammering on his door endlessly. Although it kills me to end the phone call with my slumbering angel, I need to in order to call my acquaintance.

"Welcome to hell, where Jashin fucks you into a sloppy mess. This is Hidan speaking."

I sigh. "It's Itachi."

"Oh, Itachi, my man! How the fuck are you?"

Crude as always, but that's his signature, so I'm used to it by now. "The room you set Sasuke up with: I need a keycard for it."

A low whistle echoes over the phone. "Everything okay? Did chibi get himself into trouble?"

"He's fine."

"Wow. Someone sounds like they have something ungodly up their ass," Hidan cackles. "You need me to run up there real quick to patrol?"

"No. What I need is the fucking keycard."

"Dude, you sure are testy when it comes to chibi. Sure thing. I'll have one prepared and waiting for you at the front desk. I'm assuming you're on your way. What's your ETA?"

"Five minutes."

"Oh, damn. I better get off my ass then." Another obnoxious bout of laughter.

It's annoying to deal with Hidan, but I can't deny It's nice to have acquaintances in high places.

I end the call and redial my Otouto's number. It rings and rings before it goes to voicemail. Sure enough, the alcohol in Sasuke's system must have made him drowsy.

Thinking about my sweet, docile Otouto passed out in his hotel room after having consumed alcohol for the first time in his life makes my protective instincts flare up. I can't allow him to be by himself in his most vulnerable of times. It's unforgivable if I did.

My jaw aches from how harshly I've been grinding my teeth. Sasuke told me that he'd mistaken a drink for apple juice. Given that my Otouto has never had a single drop of alcohol in his life, if the drink was sweet enough, it wouldn't be hard to believe it was nonalcoholic.

My little angel.

My hands are shaking in the steering wheel and it takes me seconds to relinquish my grip when I turn into the parking lot and find a spot. I'm out of the car before the keys are fully out of the ignition and running into the large building.

A single desk attendant is up front. He takes one glance at me and, without even a word, slides a card across the counter. There's a sticky note on it. It says: Uchiha Itachi.

"Boss said to tell you and I quote, 'Give this to the first long-haired hot mess you see running through the door.'"

I snag the card without a word and I climb the stairs three at a time until I'm on the floor indicated on the card. There's not a soul in sight in the hallway as I stomp down it, looking for the right room number.

When I find it, I wave the card over the locking mechanism and the door beeps and flashes green. I grab onto the handle and, contrary to my jerky movements, I do my best to tiptoe quietly into the room.

The first thing I notice is a warm glow emitting from the room. It bounces off of the white walls and cascades across a small body on top of the mattress.

It's my Otouto.

He's alone and, aside from his messy spikes, he looks untouched and unharmed. A breath I didn't realize I'm holding until my lungs are burning is released and my shoulders sag down to their normal position.

"Otouto," I whisper, crossing the room in large strides. I crouch down on my knees in front of him, frowning at how tightly he's curled up in a ball. Sasuke only does that when he's anxious or feeling heavy emotions.

I brush my fingers across his cheek, swiping away a few hairs, and then I'm kissing his forehead, his temple, his cheek, over his long eyelashes, and anywhere I can trail my lips over. "I missed you," I murmur. "I missed you so much."

He left me at eight this morning, and now it's a little past eleven. I somehow managed to survive fifteen hours without him, and the feeling is indescribable. Like I've dragged my balls through shards of glass. Like someone twisted a knife into my heart. Like drowning endlessly for fifteen hours. If I combine all of that, it doesn't come anywhere close to the pain that hammered itself into my soul from his absence.

I won't burden my angel with this feeling though. I don't like seeing him sad.

"Nnhh," I hear my Otouto mumble as he shifts underneath my kisses.

I pull back slightly and watch with adoring eyes as his eyes flutter open and his bleary eyes start to focus on me. When they do, my Otouto releases a sound akin to a mix between a sob and a whimper, and he's launching himself at me.

"Aniki!" he yells.

I catch him easily in my arms without wavering, securing my arms tightly around his waist. His arms are around my neck and legs clasped tightly against my lower back. I hold him carefully and stand up, so I can sit myself at the edge of the bed.

"Hi, baby," I murmur soothingly, my voice no louder than a whisper. I allow my love to seep into those two words and I know my Otouto hears it because he chokes back another sob and squeezes me tighter.

"Y-You're here. You're here," he says as if he's astonished by that fact. As if he hopes this isn't a dream.

I guess my Otouto doesn't know that side of me well enough yet to know that there isn't a place on Earth I will not travel to for him.

"Of course I'm here, my sweet Otouto. Aniki will always be here when you need me."

My boy cries in my arms, and I let him. Like I said, just like I've never been away from my Otouto, he's also never been away from me. His emotions must have hit him later than usual because he's been distracted all day. The alcohol in his system doesn't help.

"I m-missed you! I missed you s-so much, Aniki!" He's crying so hard he's hiccuping in between words. "I don't l-like being away f-from you. I hate it. I-I hate it."

I rub his back soothingly and turn my head to press my lips to his temple. "I don't like being away from you either, watashi no tamashi. I didn't want to let you go, but I didn't want you to hate me for it. But everything is okay. Aniki is here now."

With each word, my lips brush against his temple, and slowly, his body starts to calm down in my arms until his sobs turn into mini sniffles and his grip loosens slightly.

When he finally has the courage to look up at me, his eyes are glistening and his cheeks are red and tear-stained. I angle my head down to kiss away his tears and my Otouto remains still, letting me.

"'niki," his small voice calls to me.

My heart warms at his endearing tone. "Hmm?" I ask, continuing my journey down his cheek where a lone tear gathered. When my Otouto doesn't respond, I press a final peck to his chin and pull back to look at him. "What is it, Otouto?"

"… I… you…."

I can't help when my eyes flicker down to his mouth when he bites onto his plump lower lip and draws it between his teeth. It's a nervous habit of his.

"Tell me, Otouto."

Sasuke looks at me shyly, anxiously. "You're not… mad at me?"

"Hmm. What should I be mad about? Mad because you didn't answer my calls and texts, or mad because you drank alcohol when you're only sixteen?"

Sasuke winces in my arms, and guilt shrouds his features. His arms disappear from my neck and come between our abdomens, where he twiddles his thumbs. I sigh, putting him out of his misery. His lack of experiences should not be grounds for my being mad at him. I'm mad only at the circumstances and how I wasn't there for him.

"How can I possibly be mad at my adorable Otouto, who looks like a kicked puppy in my lap?" I say, earning myself a large pout. "Besides, it wasn't your fault, Sasuke. However, if you direct me to the asshole who ordered an alcoholic beverage while amongst a group of teenagers, I'll have a few words to say."

"I don't know who ordered it," Sasuke says.

I'm not surprised. I'm the one that usually watches out for things like that. I like allowing my Otouto to feel comfortable and at ease no matter where he is, so I always seek to make that happen.

"But don't be mistaken, Sasuke. No more faraway outings. No more being away from Aniki," I grunt.

I wait for Sasuke to protest, to tell me that's unfair or overprotective, but he does no such thing. He simply leans his cheek against my chest and nods, complete docile.

I stare, flabbergasted.

A minute passes and, still, nothing. "No argument?" I finally ask.

Sasuke shakes his head. "No."

"Am I dreaming?"

That earns me a nudge to my pec, and I chuckle.

Another moment of content silence.

"You told me you wanted to go home. Do you want to sleep here tonight or go home, Otouto?"

"I… don't care." Sasuke mutters something.

"What was that?"

"… I said my home is you, Aniki. If you're here, then I'm already home."

I stare down at him, shocked, but he's looking everywhere, but at me. "When did you learn how to utter such sweet words, Otouto?"

He crosses his arms and his lower lip juts out again. "What do you mean? You're the only one who says such sweet nothings to me all the time, Aniki."

A smirk forms on my lips. "Sweet nothings? I speak only the truth, Otouto."

A snort. "The truth? Please."

"You don't believe me?" I exaggerate my words with a gasp.

He stares me dead in the eyes and says, "When I was six, you told me if I didn't eat my vegetables, Santa would put me on the naughty list, and I would get coal in my stocking."

"I fail to see the lie, Otouto."

"Santa isn't real!"

I chuckle. "That was for your own good, Otouto."

"Hmph. When I was eleven and told you a girl had confessed to me at school, you said, if I said yes, my dick would fall off."

"Well, what can I say? You said no and your dick stayed attached, Sasuke." I shrug nonchalantly, not too keen about him bringing up past scenarios where others have made a pass at him.

"Argh. Then what about that last time? You said you didn't hate it and you weren't mad at me, but was that a lie, too?"

My arms reflexively tighten around my Otouto as if I'm suddenly bombarded with the belief he's going to bolt any second now.

"Why… are you bringing that up again?"

"Am I not allowed to bring it up?"

It's like deja vu. Same conversation, just different moments.

I bite my bottom lip to prevent myself from saying something stupid. Recently, my brain has been full of all sorts of inappropriate things, things I know better than to daydream about, but I haven't been able to control them very well.

It started when Sasuke touched me…. when he smelled me. Since then, there has been a crack in my armor, allowing years of repressed desires to weasel through.

I swallow hard. "You're… allowed."

I always encourage my Otouto to speak to me about anything that bugs him, and this is no different.

"I want to kiss you, Aniki."

"What?"

"I want to kiss you." He taps his own lips. "Here. I want to feel your lips here."

"You're drunk," the words leave my lips abruptly without thought. Because there's absolutely no way a sane and completely sober Sasuke would say something like that.

Not in a million years.

A part of me tells me I'm very wrong when his brows furrow and his eyes ignite stubbornly.

"I'm not. Are you saying that because the thought of kissing me disgusts you?"

Is he fucking joking?

My pants are already so tight I feel like my zipper might burst open any second now, and he thinks the idea of kissing him disgusts me?

"Sasuke, you know I love you very much. There's no need for me to do that to prove that I love you."

My Otouto looks at me like I've exasperated him. "That's not why I want to do it," he says petulantly. "If you love me and I love you, then isn't it normal for me to want to kiss you?"

"I… you…." I sigh, trying to find the right words to use. Finally, I breathe out quietly, "Where is this coming from, Otouto? Why are you suddenly wanting such things?"

"Well, you kiss me all the time!" Sasuke states angrily, jerking in my lap as if screaming for me to let him go. "It's not that different. Why can't I kiss you?"

"Sasuke… Aniki doesn't kiss you there," I tell him softly. "I don't think you're in a headspace to understand what you're saying right now. Why don't I tuck you in and you get some sleep and we can talk about this tomorrow?"

My Otouto pushes against my shoulders with open palms as if he's attempting to remove himself from my arms. "No!" he half yells and half cries.

The "no" makes my chest sting, but it's his erratic behavior that makes me worry.

"Otouto," I grasp onto his hands, which are now shoving at my chest, and press them firmly to my diaphram, "shhh… shhh… calm down. Shhh, it's okay."

He jerks once more and then deflates in my lap like all of his energy left his being. Tears dribble down his face, and he's crying in my arms for the second time tonight.

My heart aches. It's so uncomfortable I have to shift to attempt to shake off the feeling.

"My sweet Otouto, don't cry," I coo, pressing my forehead to his. I weave my fingers through his and pull our entwined hands around my waist. "It's okay. Aniki is here. Tell me why you're so sad."

Sasuke sobs harder, and I close my eyes, hoping to take away his sadness. "Why do you suddenly want to kiss Aniki? Did someone tell you something?"

His body shudders from crying hysterically, but he shakes his head.

Good. I won't have to do something unsightly then.

"Did you have a nightmare?"

Another vehement shake of his head.

"Hmm, then did Aniki do something to make you doubt me?"

"N-no."

"Then, why are you suddenly so stubborn about it? What's making you so sad that you're lashing out, Otouto?" I ask gently.

"Because…."

I strain my ears to hear him.

"Because I-I missed you too much," Sasuke whispers, curling into himself.

My heart stutters… and skips a beat.

Fuck.

How the hell am I supposed to deny him when that's his response?

"You… missed me too much?" I repeat as if my brain short-circuited and I'm questioning my hearing.

Sasuke whimpers and I feel his fingers tighten drastically around mine. He nods quickly and buries his face in my neck, seeking a physical closeness to me I didn't notice beforehand.

That's when I realize I'm not the only one missing him to an exaggerated degree. Although he seemed completely fine throughout the day, a subconscious part of him had been screaming for me, and he was attempting to close that gap as much as he could to soothe that feeling.

I kiss the top of his head. "You missed being close to Aniki, huh?" I ask. My Otouto nods against me. "Did you miss my soothing touches then?" Another nod. "Did you feel a little lonely without me?" A whimper. "Are hugs not enough to make you feel more at ease now that I'm here?"

Sasuke shakes his head vehemently. "I want to kiss Aniki," he croaks. I feel wet tears against my collarbone. "I want your kisses."

"Aniki gave you lots of kisses already, my love."

"It's not enough."

I chew on the lining of my cheek. "Then… what should Aniki do?"

"'n-niki…"

"Yes, baby. Tell Aniki."

"I-I want to take a shower together and kiss."

My cock twitches underneath my Otouto at his shy, yet stubborn request. I sigh internally. "Is this something I can talk you out of or replace with something else?"

Sasuke shakes his head vehemently and refuses to release his hold.

"… Okay, Otouto. Let's get you in the shower then." I release his fingers and grasp onto the backs of his thighs to stand, carrying him into the bathroom. I set him on the long counter and slowly unravel his arms from my body. It takes him a few seconds to let go as if he was terrified I'd walk away.

Then, I do the same thing with his legs, which are clasped tightly around me. Sasuke makes a sound of protest, but drops his legs once I soothe my palms over the outsides of his thighs.

"You undress and I'll go turn on the shower, okay?"

I hear him hop off the counter and his clothes drop onto the floor when I turn the knob for the shower, and before I even finish, I feel my Otouto's naked body pressing against the entire length of my back. He's grasping onto me and seeking a physical closeness I'm nowhere near used to, at least not when he initiates.

My cock is so hard at this point there's no way to hide it, not when I'm going to join him. I face my sweet, little angel, reach my hand behind my shoulder blades to grasp onto my long-sleeved shirt, and pull it over my head. As it drops to the floor, I can't help, but notice Sasuke's eager eyes roaming all over the expanse of my broad chest.

My briefs and pants slide down and hit the tiled floors together, leaving my thick, heavy member bobbing in front of me. And because Sasuke is so close to me, it brushes against his beautiful, unblemished skin like a two-cent cockwhore.

My little angel gasps as if he couldn't believe I'd be hard in a situation like this, and I almost laugh at how ridiculous the whole thing is. He wants me to kiss him in the shower, not knowing that the only thing that has been repeatedly flitting through my brain is me slam fucking him against the tiled walls while he screams my name and cries about how good I'm making him feel.

My hands are now fisted by my side as I watch my Otouto stare at the tip of my cock, which is oozing with precum, and swallowing hard like he's fucking hungry.

"Otouto," I call, and he barely registers my voice until I clear my throat and repeat myself. His large eyes look up at me, and I've never seen him so… so jittery before.

Just before I suggest he step into the shower, his gaze locks back onto my weeping cock and his finger reaches forward to press against my tip, smearing a huge droplet squeezing out of the tip.

A hiss escapes my lips, and he jerks his hand away, thinking he's hurt me when, in fact, I'm ready to bend him over the counter, eat his ass like it's the juiciest thing I've ever come across, and fuck him into tomorrow.

When I grit my teeth and say nothing, he stares in awe at the trail of precum that connects us and, as if I'm dreaming, he brings his finger up to his lips and places it in his mouth, sucking voraciously around it as if he enjoys the taste.

Fuck. Fuckfuckfuck.

When he pulls out his index, he asks me, "Is this okay?"

NO! My mind screams at me to stop him, even though my body is begging him to drink the juices from the source.

How do I taste? Is it to your liking? Do you need to suck on my cock like a pacifier to determine if you like it? I'll drip lots of juices just for you if you open your mouth for me. I promise.

There are so many things I force myself to shove back into their cage, but it does nothing to stop my hands from trembling.

"Let's… just get in the shower," I say shakily.

He looks forlorn as if he's missing his chance to suck away all of my precum, but he steps inside the shower and I do, too, after him.

The hot water hits our bodies and envelopes us in a light mist. I stare at my Otouto as he presses himself back against the tiles and keeps his arms tightly around my neck.

"Aniki…" he murmurs. His lower body brushes against mine, and I bear down on my lip to prevent myself from moving. "Kiss me, Aniki. Please."

Good God.

Everything is touching. Everything.

I can feel his warmth, which appears scalding compared to the hot water, the smoothness of his pale skin, the little black curls that have sprouted around his member tickling my own, and the rise and fall of his chest with each hitched breath. His cock, so pretty and pink and smooth, jolts against mine, and, fuck me, he's hard.

He's beautiful, so beautiful that it hurts to look at him.

How am I supposed to resist when he's looking at me with such a wanton, excited expression?

Tentatively, I press my hands against the tiles beside his head and make eye contact with him. "Let's… not do this, Otouto," I find myself saying, and I want to beat the shit out of me and commend myself at the same time. "I can give you other kisses."

Sasuke's nose wrinkles and he frowns. "No. Kiss me, Aniki," he demands. He sounds so sure that I waver. "I want to kiss."

"Are you sure, Otouto? What if you hate it?"

"I won't," he says firmly. "I won't hate anything you do, Aniki."

I've never been so goddamn nervous in my life.

I lower my head, eyes flickering to his supple lips, and subconsciously, I lick my bottom lip. They hover over my Otouto's with an inch of space remaining, and I angle my head as I whisper to him, "Tell Aniki to stop if you don't like it, okay?"

I press forward and brush my lips against his, softly and gently at first with the barest of tickles so he can regret it and yell for me to stop, but when all I receive is a sweet moan and Sasuke is pressing forward eagerly against me, I succumb to the kiss and fully cover his lips.

"Fuck," I whispered against his mouth as I angle my head more and dive into it. I knead our mouths together with a gentle force, kissing and licking and lightly biting on his lower lip. I revel in the gasp of surprise as his clumsy lips chase after mine, opening eagerly against my prodding tongue.

Our tongues glide against each other's with each kiss, and I notice every time mine slides over his, my little angel moans against my mouth.

He likes it. He likes the feeling of my tongue rubbing over his. The revelation sends a rush through me, mimicking the effects of drugs. I feel my eyes rolling into their sockets, and my mouth fucking salivates because he tastes so fucking good, so addicting, that I can't even stop myself from crowding him further against the wall and my body.

Good God.

"You taste… so… fucking good," I groan against his lips with every desperate kiss I lay on him.

I need to feel him closer to me. I need to inhale every one of his breaths and feel his hot puffs of air brush against my lips. I need him to dig his nails deeper into my upper back so he can pierce my skin and leave his mark.

I hear his little whines as his tongue chases mine, copying my movements. It's so fucking hot the way his little mewls are sealed by my lips and vibrate against my throat.

I press a little closer, desperate to feel my Otouto closer to me. My head tilts the other direction and Sasuke follows. His soft lips glide away from mine as I place wet kisses down his chin and, just as I begin to dig my face into his neck and lay kisses on every piece of skin before me, I hear it.

"S-Stop."

It's so quiet that I nearly miss it.

Reality hits me like a tsunami, and I shove myself away from him as fast as I'm able to, my leg knocking against the shower knob at the opposite end of the tub.

"S-Sorry!" I breathe out frantically, my dazed eyes attempting to refocus on him.

Sasuke is still plastered against the wall. His face is completely flushed and his lips are glistening with my saliva, but what makes me realize I've messed up is how much his chest is heaving up and down as if he's been attempting to push me off for ages

I… can't remember if he had been. Had he been telling me to stop this entire time? Were my delusions so consuming that I couldn't even hear him tell me to stop?

"F-Fuck. Fuck. I'm sorry, Otouto. Shit. I'm sorry."

I had eaten his lips desperately like some sex-starved mongrel while disregarding his needs.

I stumble out of the shower, dripping water all over the floor as I struggle to put space between us. It's so hard to do so when my brain screams at me to do the opposite.

"Aniki!"

As soon as one foot is outside of the tub, there are fingers around my wrist and my Otouto is pulling me back. He sounds alarmed and I realize why when I taste my own salty tears.

"What's wrong? Why are you crying? Aniki! Hey!"

Sasuke slaps his hands on my cheeks and jerks my head to look at him. He looks worried.

"I-I'm sorry!" I huff out between my tears.

His brows furrow. "Why are you sorry? Why are you crying? You didn't do anything wrong."

"But you s-said stop…. I s-scared you…. I didn't hear you. I didn't stop."

To my utter surprise, Sasuke laughs. "Aniki," he coos, nudging my tears away with his thumbs. "I only said stop because I couldn't breathe. I just needed a second."

"… Oh…. Are you sure?" I sniffle.

My Otouto's shoulders tremble. "I'm sure, Aniki. You didn't scare me, so come back in the shower with me, okay?"

"Mm." My eyes water again and I dive in to peck his cheek before I dig my head into his neck. "I-I didn't mean to scare you."

Sasuke snorts. "Aniki, I told you. You didn't scare me. Look." He cradles my face and presses up on his tippy toes, and I feel his soft lips press firmly against mine. My eyelids flutter. "See?" he murmurs. "I don't think it's scary. I like kissing you. It feels good."

"… Really?"

"Yes. So much that I want you to kiss me again."

"Again?"

"Yes…. The same way. Kiss me again the same way on my

lips."

"N-No, Otouto. I don't think that's a good idea–"

But my Otouto's fingers are entwined in my wet locks and he's already kissing me.