Hi guys! I've kinda been sitting on these this and the next chapter, but I got a review from Rayah19 today and decided I needed to get off my butt and get these posted! So I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Incest, brother's kissing, masturbation

A Family Affair

Chapter Seven

"You'll have to get up at some point," Itachi's voice came from the other end of the phone that Sasuke had pressed against his ear.

"Mmm, I'll get there," Sasuke mumbled, pulling the covers up to his chin as he listened to Itachi making his breakfast on the other end of the line. "I've still got - Sasuke pulled his phone away from his ear to check the time - ugh, thirty minutes."

Itachi chuckled at him and Sasuke could hear dishes clinking together. He allowed himself one more moment in bed to remember what it had been like yesterday morning when they'd made breakfast together. Well, mostly together… Okay, Sasuke had gotten up as Itachi was finishing making breakfast and had just hugged him from behind sleepily as he finished cooking.

It had been nice though and Itachi was a really good cook.

"Okay, okay, I'm getting up," Sasuke finally mumbled to himself, throwing his covers off before he had the chance to change his mind.

"Look, I knew you could do it," Itachi said sarcastically. "I'm gonna switch this to video."

"Mmkay," Sasuke said as he heard the beep from Itachi's request and accepted it as he stood up and went over to his closet to get some clothes to change into. He smiled when the video feed opened as Itachi sat down at his dining table to eat what looked like eggs and toast.

"Good morning."

"Good morning," Itachi replied as he moved his phone away from him, fiddling with it for a few seconds, making the image shake until he stopped and pulled his hands away before pointing back at Sasuke. "Now stay," he muttered to his phone.

"If you drop me again, I will take it personally," Sasuke joked, holding his phone to the side and glancing at Itachi as he grabbed something decent enough out of his closet and headed over to the bathroom that connected to both his room and the room that used to be Itachi's.

"That was an accident last night," Itachi said as he took a bite of his toast.

"You keep saying that, but I'm not convinced," Sasuke said skeptically as he carefully placed his phone down, leaning it against the mirror by the sink so it was standing up and he could still see Itachi. He bent down to look directly at the camera and continued, "I just think you couldn't handle my opinion on that movie."

Itachi rolled his eyes and they both laughed as Sasuke started to change.

"Yeah, that was definitely-wait, hold on," Itachi stopped himself mid-sarcastic reply and Sasuke let go of the hem of his shirt so it dropped back down the few inches he'd lifted it up as he looked at his brother in concern.

"What is it?" Sasuke asked.

Itachi sat back in his seat and crossed his arms over his chest with a grin. "I didn't realize I was getting a show with my breakfast this morning, is all. Please - he gestured vaguely toward Sasuke - continue. And preferably slower."

Sasuke felt a flush heat his cheeks and he hesitated. Sure, he'd been about to undress without even thinking, but after Itachi put the overtly sexual idea in his mind, Sasuke felt almost nervous. Okay, not almost, definitely nervous. It was something different, new and, overall, strangely exciting just to think about stripping in front of his brother over video. Itachi would be unable to touch him, left only at Sasuke's mercy and hoping to see more.

That thought spurred him and Sasuke bit his lip before throwing what little caution he had when it came to Itachi to the wind and pulled on the hem of his shirt again, slowly lifting it - since Itachi had suggested it so nicely - to expose his stomach and just how low his boxers were riding, showing a deep V that he was sure left almost nothing to Itachi's imagination.

Making sure Itachi was watching, he pushed his shirt up his chest and ran his other hand across his naked skin, gasping softly as he stopped to play with one of his nipples. His eyes closed as he remembered the way Itachi had touched him, his brother's tongue and fingers teasing and suckling at him in ways that made him groan even now. The memory, the fantasy, the reality of what he was doing made his cock twitch underneath the scant layer of clothing that hid him from Itachi's eyes.

Itachi sucked in a sharp breath and Sasuke opened his eyes to look at him, to see just what this was doing to him and smiled when he watched Itachi start to lean unconsciously closer, wanting to get an even better look. Apparently, he liked watching Sasuke as much as Sasuke seemed to be enjoying being watched.

Finally, Sasuke pulled his shirt off completely and dropped it uncaringly to the ground so he could reach for his boxers, his heart pounding deafeningly in his ears despite the fact that he'd been naked in front of Itachi a handful of times before now. He hooked a thumb in the waistband of his boxers, with the full intent to start pushing them off his hips so he could free his rapidly hardening cock, but just as he started to, a silent alarm popped up on his screen, covering Itachi's video feed.

"15 Minutes!"

Feeling a little more than frustration at the fact that he had school, Sasuke removed his hands from his boxers and bent over to clear the notification with a pouty look. He felt a little overjoyed though when he saw Itachi biting his lip in expectation and couldn't stop himself from glancing up at the mirror to see how blown his pupils were and how flushed his chest was from his own touch and the simple, nearly innocent act of Itachi watching him.

They would have to come back to this topic later, that much was sure.

"That's gonna have to be it for today," he said, sadly. "I need to finish getting ready and I have a feeling only bad things would happen if I continued."

"I assure you," Itachi said, his voice was low and his eyes were still scanning over the skin that Sasuke had exposed, like he was drinking every last inch of him in. "You'd enjoy it."

"Then I guess we'll just have to come back to this later, won't we?"

"I'll hold you to that."

"I hope you do, but for right now, I'll leave you with that," Sasuke said. "I love you; I'll see you later today."

"I love you, too."

They disconnected, but Sasuke groaned and bit his lip out of the frustration he'd caused himself. He felt high strung now, a steady drumbeat of lust still pounding through him and making his cock ache between his legs. He was desperate for his brother's touch, but he guessed his own would have to do and he made a last second decision to turn the shower on.

Yeah, he might end up being a little late for school, but he'd be damned if he was going to be uncomfortable all day.

As the water heated up, Sasuke leaned against the counter and palmed himself gently and slowly through his boxers, remembering and imagining the way Itachi's hands would feel on him. They were bigger than his own, just slightly, just enough to matter and his fingers were long and slender and so much softer and stronger than he'd ever thought. Itachi knew just how to touch him, how to stroke and squeeze him to draw a gasp or a moan or-

"Itachi…" Sasuke gasped quietly as he slowly tightened his grip, canting his hips up, searching out more friction than he could get with the boxers in the way.

He started to take them off so he could get in the shower, watching the steam fill the room but turned just slightly as he started to push his boxers down and caught a glimpse of his phone from the corner of his eye.

All at once, an idea popped into Sasuke's mind and he grabbed his phone before he even had time to think if it was a good idea or not. Since it was coming to him while he was turned on and searching for anything to take him closer to his orgasm, he assumed it probably wasn't the best idea, but right now to his lust addled brain, it sounded amazing.

He clearly liked Itachi watching him, if his state of being right now was any sort of proof, so it would stand to reason that he would like Itachi looking at pictures of him, too.

As he opened up his front facing camera, he felt a thrill shoot through him straight to his cock as he saw himself on the screen, more ruined and desperate than he'd expected and he hoped Itachi would enjoy it just as much as he was.

Sasuke held his phone up with one hand and pulled his boxers halfway down on one side with his other, completely exposing his hip bone and just the barest hint of the dark hair at the base of his cock, his erection not even trying to look subtle as it bulged indecently, begging to be let out.

He bit his lip and took the picture. The sound of the artificial shutter making his heart race.

Before he could second guess himself, Sasuke pulled up his conversation thread with Itachi and sent the picture with just a quick, "Can't wait to see you later."

Once his phone showed that the message had been sent, Sasuke put his phone down and swiftly took his boxers off and got in the shower, barely closing the shower door before he wrapped his hand around his cock and stroked himself, letting his mind wander as the hot water felt almost cold against his overheated skin.

Was Itachi touching himself, too? Was he just as needy as Sasuke, just as driven to madness by such a simple act? Sasuke imagined Itachi at home, unsuspecting when he sent the picture, but now unable to take his eyes off it as he jerked himself off, whispering Sasuke's name the closer he came to his orgasm.

"Fuck," Sasuke gasped, his strokes speeding up as he felt his own climax quickly drawing dangerously close. He slapped his free hand against the shower wall, pressing his fingers hard against it as he thought of going over to Itachi's tonight and sucking his cock, riding him, just being fucked and pleased and absolutely ruined by his brother.

Buzzz Buzzz

"Fu-Ita-!" Sasuke jerked his hand from the wall to his mouth and bit down to stop the long, loud moan of his brother's name that started to spill out of him as he heard his phone buzz and he came, stoking himself through his orgasm as his mind was a haze of pleasure and idea after indecent idea of what Itachi could have said to him - or sent to him.

XxX

"I'll forgive you for making me late. This time," Sakura said when he walked out of the house ten minutes later, feeling boneless and only as satisfied as he could make himself.

Sakura was at the end of the driveway, waiting for him as she typed something on her phone, stopping for just a second to fall into step beside him before she continued. Her short nails tapped softly for another moment and Sasuke enjoyed the silence of their walk until she locked her phone and looked over at him with a grin.

"Oh no, what is it?" he groaned as he glanced over at her, not liking what that look meant for him.

"So, you're coming over this weekend," she started. "I'm cashing in my raincheck for movies since this weekend is still gonna be nice."

"I dunno, Sakura-"

"Nope! You've got to; I already told my parents you're coming," she said brightly, waggling her phone at him. That had probably been what she'd been doing then.

"Sakura…"

"Please, Sasuke!" she all but whined, turning around to walk backwards in front of him, her hands together in a plea. "It's been forever since I've actually hung out with you…"

There was a beat.

"...And Naruto."

She added the last part just under her breath, but Sasuke heard it and stopped, his eyes widening at her as he tensed. So much for the good that shower had done. "Do you really think that's a good idea?"

"I mean...yes, probably...maybe not," she said, her eyes lowering further with each answer as she kicked a rock from the sidewalk into the grass. "But if I just leave it up to the two of you, I don't think you'll ever talk again."

"You don't know that," he argued.

Sakura gave him a deadpan look and Sasuke rolled his eyes. Okay, whatever, maybe she did know.

"I don't really know what to say to him," Sasuke admitted, stepping around her to continue on. "I don't think it's going to be as easy as picking back up like nothing ever happened."

"That's why I'm inviting both of you over. Maybe I can help make it a little bit easier."

"I don't know, Sakura," he said again, as unsure as he'd been just a minute ago.

"Just come over for a few hours on Saturday evening. My parents are going to cook; we'll have ice cream. I'll even let you pick a movie or whatever. It's at least worth a shot," she argued. "And if it doesn't work then you and Naruto can ignore each other for the rest of your lives. Okay?"

Sasuke sighed as they heard the first bell ring from down the street. For once, Sakura didn't seem fidget-y about getting to school on time, and that meant more to him than her words. She was worried about them, all three of them, and the friendship they'd shared for years.

"Alright," he said finally, mostly to make her stop asking. "I'll be there Saturday, but I won't promise anything will happen."

Sakura clapped her hands and Sasuke could clearly see her as a giddy twelve year old again. "Thank you, Sasuke," she said before grabbing his shoulders to peck him on the cheek.

"Yeah, yeah," Sauske waved her away, but she was still smiling as she jumped off the curb and started jogging down the street.

"I'll see you after school!" she called back to him with a wave as she headed through the gates as the second bell rang.

Sasuke followed after her slowly. He was already late for class, so it wasn't like rushing was going to make him any less late at this point. Plus, he needed an extra minute or two to wrap his mind around the prospect of this meet up at Sakura's.

Maybe it wouldn't be so bad. Or at least, not as bad as he thought.

Maybe, just maybe, Sakura was right. Right about yet another thing. Was it just because she was smart or did she know something that he didn't? He was starting to get a little suspicious on that front.

He didn't want to lose his friendship with Naruto though, but trying to talk with him just on his own had proven more than a little difficult. So, if Sakura could help them move in the right direction, Sasuke figured, as he entered the school and headed to his first class, that it surely couldn't be all bad.

When he got to class though, Sasuke was more surprised than not to see Naruto missing. For just a split second, he started to reach for his phone, already drafting a message in his mind asking Naruto if he was okay. As soon as he started to move his hand though, Sasuke stopped himself, immediately deciding against sending the text.

Naruto had just gone to class without him last week, so if Naruto needed something then, at this point, he would probably have reached out himself.

Maybe.

At least, he used to do that. Then again, things used to be a lot different.

Sasuke sighed and took his seat, looking away immediately when Kakashi tried to catch his eye from the front of the class as he determinedly ignored Sasuke's tardiness. No, thanks, that was the last problem he needed to worry about right now.

So, yeah, maybe Sakura's idea was the best one they had at the moment.

XxX

Naruto pulled his knees closer to his chest and stared blankly at the clock across the empty biology lab. The classroom had been largely unused for the last couple years after one of the old teachers retired, and so Naruto had made a habit of using the room when he met with Kiba, Tenten, Choji and Shikamaru (when Choji could drag him along) to discuss their latest pranks.

Tenten had graduated last year though and Choji had decided to give up on the pranks when his parents started giving him more responsibilities at home. Shikamaru had, well, obviously never been interested in the first place.

So it had just left him and Kiba, and they didn't need a room to plan, which worked out in Naruto's favor right now because no one would expect him to be here.

Honestly, he hadn't expected to be here, to end up in this room, watching the clock tick down the seconds until first period was over.

No, he'd woken up this morning and walked over with the full intention of going to class and putting in effort. Of putting what had happened this weekend - last night - behind him.

But then he'd actually gotten here. Had stood outside the gate and imagined what first period would be like. Sitting there, right next to Sasuke, knowing and thinking and screaming to himself for nearly an hour, and he couldn't do it.

He couldn't. It was just too soon.

Too soon since Gaara had sent him the photo. Too soon to try and pretend everything was okay. Far too soon to believe that he wouldn't hear that disturbing voice from last night again when he saw Sasuke.

His phone had already been like a brand as it laid in his pocket, perfectly harmless but holding a dangerous knowledge that Naruto wished he could forget. He worried if he saw Sasuke now, that he'd be tempted to show him the picture, to accuse him of the sin.

So he'd come here instead.

When the first bell had rung, he slid against the back wall and had started his diligent watch of the clock, waiting for his next class, the only one he didn't share with Sasuke.

The ticking of the clock numbed him as he counted the seconds and minutes that stretched like eternities alone in this room. His mind the only thing to keep him company, and at that it was more or less torture.

Finally, the bell chimed and Naruto pulled himself up and made quick work of getting to his next class, his eyes searching everywhere to make sure he didn't run into Sasuke despite knowing his next class was on the other side of the school.

"Hey, Naruto, come here!" Sakura waved at him excitedly when he entered the classroom. It was the only class that either one of them shared with Sakura and the only advanced class Naruto took throughout his entire time in high school: history.

He headed over to her and slid into the desk next to her while everyone else was filing in. It was Lee's seat but he was sure both he and Sakura didn't mind.

"Hey," he said, "What's up, Sakura?"

"I, uh," she said, pausing for long enough that Naruto was sure she was going to ask if he was okay. But after a quick moment and just a strange look, she continued. "I'm setting up my parents projector this weekend. I wanted you to come over Saturday and watch some movies."

"Oh," Naruto said, a little surprised. He hadn't hung out with Sakura alone...like ever. "Uh, sure, okay."

She smiled at him. "Great! I invited Sasuke, too. I thought the three of us could hang out, like old times."

Naruto stiffened in his seat, his mind urging him to run and go home. Maybe not come back until graduation day.

Instead, he fought the urge and stayed seated though he was fairly sure there were very visible signs of his panic written across his face. "Uh, I don't-"

"Don't think it's a good idea? Yeah, Sasuke said that, too, but c'mon Naruto, you guys haven't really talked to each other since...well, since it happened."

She meant the break up, but Naruto's mind immediately went elsewhere.

The lake. The voice.

His stomach was still churning.

It was probably for the best that they didn't talk.

"I thought this would be a good opportunity for you guys. And I'll be there, so it won't get too awkward."

I doubt that.

"Sakura," he said as evenly as he could, "I get what you're trying to do. Really, I do, and I appreciate it, but things… Sasuke and I…" Naruto shook his head, not knowing what to say other than, "It's not a good idea."

"Will you just come for thirty minutes?" she asked. The hopefulness was gone from her eyes, but she tried to sound as chipper as possible. "Just see for thirty minutes if anything can go...back to normal for you guys?"

Naruto sighed.

"Please, Naruto. You guys have been my friends almost as long as Ino. I hate seeing you both like this. Just thirty minutes this Saturday, that's all I ask."

"Fine," Naruto conceded, getting up from Lee's chair as the other teen skipped into class. "Thirty minutes, but that's it, okay?"

She grabbed his hand in both of hers and squeezed it gently. A long time ago, that would have made his heart soar, now it just felt like he was signing his death sentence.

"Thank you," she whispered before letting him go.

He just nodded numbly and went to the back of the class and took his seat as the teacher came in.

He hated to think that Sakura was wrong about something, but...Naruto knew she was wrong about this.

And he didn't think anything good would come out of Saturday.

XxX

After walking Sakura home after school, Sasuke headed straight over to Itachi's, his body feeling more jittery the closer that he got as his thoughts kept falling back to the morning and Itachi's quiet promise, the picture, his brother's eyes on him so intensely.

Sasuke stopped for a second outside, just to collect himself so he didn't try to jump Itachi's bones immediately upon walking in the door, but once he unlocked the door he barely had a second to look up from taking off his shoes and putting his backpack down before Itachi pushed him up against the door and kissed him.

It reminded him very vividly of an afternoon last week, and all thoughts of being patient and not immediately begging Itachi to take him fell away as he kissed his brother back, gasping when one of Itachi's hands roamed down to grab his ass firmly.

"Hello to you, too," he mumbled against Itachi's lips before tilting his head back to give him access to his neck that Itachi readily took.

"We need to talk about that picture you sent me this morning," Itachi said lowly against his skin, sounding the same way he had as he'd watched him earlier. It made Sasuke shiver despite his brother's warmth.

"Did you like it?" Sasuke asked innocently, but an intense curiosity burned in him as well. As much as he had been dying for a reply from Itachi, he'd never gotten anything more than an I love you. And right now, just like then, Sasuke started to wonder if he'd made a fool of himself.

"What do you think?" Itachi asked, grabbing Sasuke's hand to lead it down, gasping quietly into his ear when he pressed Sasuke's hand to his erection.

"I suppose that would be a yes," Sasuke said teasingly.

"Yes," Itachi confirmed, guiding Sasuke's hand up and down over him until he was panting and whispering a slew of curses under his breath.

Feeling surprised but emboldened by the fact that Itachi seemed to be completely comfortable giving himself over to Sasuke right now. He decided to take all that his brother was offering him and brushed Itachi's hand away before he switched their positions so Itachi was pressed against the door instead. Now unhindered, Sasuke started dragging his fingers at a torturously slow pace along the outline of the bulge in Itachi's pants.

He smiled when he drew a moan out of Itachi.

"I haven't been able to think about anything else today," Itachi admitted, tilting his head back until it fell against the door, his chest rising and falling rapidly as his breath quickened due to Sasuke's touch. "I'd never imagined you sending me dirty pictures like that, but...fuck, did I like it," Itachi whispered, his breath catching when he thrust his hips gently, trying to get more friction.

"Did you touch yourself?" Sasuke asked, taking his hand away from the front of Itachi's pants and smirking when he heard the delightful new sound of his brother's desperate mewl. He wanted to hear more of it and slid his hands up Itachi's shirt to pinch and play with his nipples.

"Sasuke," he whispered, arching his back slightly for something Sasuke knew all too well. More.

"Did you?" Sasuke asked again, this time pushing Itachi's shirt up so he could kiss down the beautiful pale skin and wrap his lips around one of the pert, rosy buds before flicking his tongue against it.

"Ye-es," Itachi's voice broke and Sasuke rewarded him with a kiss for his answer before letting both his hands fall down to undo Itachi's pants, selfishly enjoying Itachi's quiet sighs and groans as he dominated his brother for the first time.

Itachi helped him push his pants and boxers down, growing more desperate by the second that he was being teased until he stopped breathing for just a moment when Sasuke moved away and got down on his knees.

There was no ceremony now as Itachi looked down at him, his mouth open just slightly as he waited, wanting. It was just the two of them, and Sasuke figured he'd teased his brother enough for one day so he smiled up at Itachi briefly before taking the head of his cock in his mouth and sucking.

Immediately, one of Itachi's hands found his hair, gripping and pulling more gently than he had pulled Itachi's hair in the past but he knew his brother was holding back. Knew it from the last time he'd sucked him off and Itachi had lost control and from the way his nails were scraping against the door as Sasuke took more of him into his mouth, licking and hollowing his cheeks before pulling back just to do it all again.

"Sasuke…"

He stroked the base of Itachi's cock as he sucked on the head again, squeezing and twisting his hand in ways that he liked as he tried and tried to draw out another delicious noise from Itachi, until it was his sole goal. To hear his brother cry out for him, to watch him lose himself and be devastated all because of him.

Itachi whispered his name again as he canted his hips forward slightly, pushing just a bit more of his cock into Sasuke's mouth but not taking everything that he wanted from him. He didn't know why Itachi fought so hard against losing control, but he would make him. He would push Itachi over the edge and into oblivion all by himself.

Sucking in as deep a breath as he could manage through his nose, Sasuke did his best to relax his throat, trying to remember what had happened last time, but it had been an accident last time, a blur of force and fuck and good and he knew he couldn't get Itachi to accidently do that again.

Instead, Sasuke lowered himself again on Itachi's cock, taking as much of him as he normally could into his mouth before he held a hand against Itachi's hips to keep him as still as possible while he swallowed down another inch and then another, feeling Itachi's cock going down his throat slowly.

"Wha-fuck, fuck!" Itachi swore under his breath as he realized what Sasuke was doing and his head fell back against the door with a dull thud at the same time that he tangled his other hand in Sasuke's hair, gripping him tighter but not pulling him forward, much to Sasuke's own dismay and he groaned in disapproval.

That, Sasuke very quickly learned, seemed to be the last thing that Itachi needed to lose the last bit of control he was holding onto because once the groan vibrated through him, Itachi's hips bucked again and he pulled Sasuke further onto his cock, albeit, much gentler this time around since Sasuke was more prepared for it.

Itachi's voice broke with a deep moan as he panted and thrust his hips quickly, using Sasuke the way he wanted to be used. And Sasuke encouraged him with his own moan, hopefully letting Itachi know that this was okay, he liked it and he wanted it. Holy fuck, did he want it even though he still gagged around him and his jaw hurt. He swallowed around Itachi's cock, the muscles in his throat straining, but he could tell Itachi was close and he wanted Itachi to use him, to fuck him, to come down his throat again.

"Fuck," Itachi gasped, almost like he'd heard Sasuke's thought and his grip tightening in Sasuke's hair. He thrust his hips two more times before he stilled for a moment and came, Sasuke's name a broken, needy cry on his lips.

Sasuke swallowed down every drop he could and once Itachi's fingers loosened in his hair, he slowly pulled back until just the head of Itachi's cock was left in his mouth and he sucked on it, drawing out Itachi's pleasure as long as he could so he could listen to the desperate sounds of his brother's enjoyment.

Itachi very gently guided Sasuke off of his spent cock and pulled him up so he could kiss him lazily. Sasuke's knees thanked him, but the pain was always worth it for Itachi.

"Are you okay?" Itachi asked, still leaning against the door as he caught his breath.

Sasuke smiled and he could feel how swollen his lips were, but oh, did it feel good. "I'm fine, Itachi, and I'm going to be honest with you at this point…"

"Oh, yeah?"

"Yeah, I think you're going to need to accept that I like you being rough with me."

Itachi leaned his head back and laughed, his orgasm clearly making him feel a little giddier than normal. "I think you're right," he agreed when he looked back at Sasuke, smiling at him fondly.

"Excellent. Now, I think it's my turn," Sasuke said, slipping away from Itachi to take a few steps backward, toward the bedroom, taking his shirt off and dropping it unceremoniously on the ground as he walked.

Itachi watched him with a surprisingly predatory gaze as he followed, stepping out of his pants and unbuttoning his own shirt, dropping it on the floor next to Sasuke's before they made it into the bedroom and Itachi pinned him down against the bed.