Chapter 4:

The look in his Aniki's eyes told Sasuke that he could run, but he could not hide. This was it. He wouldn't be able to back out even if he wanted to. He could tell with the grip Itachi kept on his wrist as he dragged him from the car into the house.

Sasuke would like to have said that he was a good boy, that he was second-guessing himself and what he actually wanted from his Aniki, that he needed to think things through before he carried out any near-future actions, but he was definitely not a good boy. If he wasn't certain of this fact, then the way Itachi was looking at him would confirm that he was a very, very dirty boy.

His Aniki's bedroom door slammed against the opposite wall before Sasuke was dragged through it. A second later, the cool, hard surface was pressed against the boy's back, causing the door to slam shut with Sasuke held firmly against it.

He didn't even have time to read the situation nor flinch before he found himself forehead to forehead with Itachi. Their bodies collided, leaving no wiggle room, which forced them to breathe the same inch of air. With a jolt, Sasuke stared into Itachi's darkened gaze. A look of pure lust had filtered through the rationality and left behind a smoldering stare that ate the boy alive.

"Aniki…" Sasuke breathed out, fingers grasping at the front of the man's black tee.

Itachi's breathing quickened and his flat palms, which caged Sasuke to the door in a kabedon, curled into fists. "Run away now, or I'll wreck you," Itachi growled in warning.

If it wasn't for the tension in the atmosphere, Sasuke might have actually laughed incredulously. "Aniki, even if I wanted to, you didn't really leave me anywhere to run," he whispered, eyes flickering briefly to the bulging biceps next to his face.

Deliberately, as if reiterating the boy's point, one of Itachi's hands slid off the wall and turned the lock to his bedroom door in place. He did this while maintaining eye contact with Sasuke as if daring him to move. A reverberating click echoed in the room, causing the boy's eyes to bulge.

"Holy fuck," Sasuke gasped. Was this the prelude of what Itachi would be like in bed? All smoldering eyes and a control freak? Sasuke could feel himself salivating. His cock gave an agreeable twitch in his pants.

And then, the body weight and warmth was gone, severed by Itachi, who dropped his arms and took a small step back, leaving a foot of space between their bodies. "I told you to run," Itachi snapped. With the way he was glaring down at his own fists, he seemed to be berating himself more than Sasuke. "I'm going to fucking count to three, Otouto. If you're still here when I get to three, I won't give you a choice even if you cry and beg me. I'll have you no matter what."

Sasuke stumbled over his breath, pupils blown wide. "It's ironic that you drag me from the beach so desperately, yet now you're urging me to leave. What will happen if I run away?" Sasuke whispered, eyes half-hooded. He was flooded with immediate satisfaction when his Aniki's head snapped up in his direction with a sharp glare as if daring him to move even a centimeter. Another growl followed closely.

"You won't get far enough, Sasuke. I'll drag you back by your ankles and mount you from behind."

God, did his Aniki want to give Sasuke a heart attack?

"Then, why did you lock the door? Why are you even giving me a choice, Aniki? Your actions and words don't match. They don't make sense."

Itachi's lips pressed together until a thin line formed, but he refused to respond. He had been called out and had no excuse.

"Are you trying to be responsible, Aniki? Because, if you are, there's no need to be. I'm an adult and I can make my own decisions," Sasuke said. "Or do you want me to tell you yes? Do you want me to tell you how I haven't stopped thinking about having your dick in my ass since you decided to give everyone a show? Should I admit that I nearly came simply from feeling your body pressed against mine? That my rabid excitement toward your words is enough to send me to hell with you? Should I just bend over, or do I need to reassure you that I love you no matter what kind of relationship we have?" The boy's eyes softened slightly.

Itachi's eyes had narrowed perceptibly as more unedited statements tumbled out of Sasuke's mouth. "You think I treat everyone like I treat you? I raised you to love me," Itachi declared unabashedly.

Sasuke blinked, startled. "Oh yeah?" he asked, closing the gap between their bodies by curling an arm around his Aniki's neck. He felt Itachi stiffen against him before his hips were grasped onto firmly with large, warm hands. "How did you do that?"

"I taught you that it was important to spend time with me when you were young. I showed you how important it was to receive my hugs and warmth. I wanted you to want my attention, my companionship, my love."

Sasuke's eyes softened, heart thudding painfully in his chest. "Is that so?"

"I'm a bastard. I targeted you when you were young so I'd leave an impression. I wanted your eyes to always follow me. I made sure I was always the doting Aniki so you'd always choose me." Itachi's words broke out into a growl. "But you'd always choose other men."

"Are you saying that those were all ploys to make me love you?" Sasuke questioned, leaning in to nuzzle his button nose along the man's collarbone. The man smelled heavenly. Like vanilla and sun-kissed, blue freesias.

"No. I'm saying you're the only one I've treated sweetly. I'm a massive dick in real life, Otouto."

"I guess the size of one's phallus does reflect their personality." Sasuke snickered.

Itachi's hold on his hips grew relentless. "Enough, Sasuke," he barked. "Do you have any idea what I'm about to do to you?"

"You're going to wreck me," the boy responded instantly. "And I'm going to, very happily, let you."

Just like that, Sasuke found himself pressed hard against the door again. This time, however, he had one-hundred-and-ninety pounds of muscle on him and a tongue shoved into his mouth. The boy melted under the kiss, weaving a second arm around his Aniki's neck. He was kissed silly until Itachi was merciful enough to give him a second to breathe.

"You lost your chance to run, my dear Otouto. Now, I'm going to have to mess up your little hole," Itachi hissed. "You don't get to have anyone else's cock plugging your hole ever again. It's mine. I get to stuff it full of my cock every single fucking day. Do you hear me?"

Holy–

Upon taking in those words, a strangled moan left his Sasuke wasn't so turned on, he might have felt the ominous air. His body was incredibly jittery and his erection twitched so readily in his shorts that the wet stain in front resurfaced.

"I don't expect anything less from my Aniki," he gasped, feeling a tongue trail down his exposed neck and a groan reverberate against his skin.

"Your three seconds are up, Sasuke. This is happening."

Sasuke was only able to shake his head with a huff of laughter before his lips were sealed in another demanding kiss.

H.J.

The way that his Aniki was looking at him, in fact, made him feel like a very, very dirty boy. And here he stood in the middle of Itachi's room sporting an erection harder and more painful than he had in his entire life. Fuck no was he going to back out. This was some A1 Primo shit. His Aniki was A1 Primo shit. Like cocaine or meth for addicts except Itachi was a reincarnation of a sex god. And dear Sasuke was willing to fucking bet his sex life that he was in for the ride of a lifetime. His mouth watered at the thought. God, he just hoped his two-plus-month-old virgin hole could withstand what it was about to receive.

Pfft, screw that. Even if he couldn't, he'd bare down and withstand the assault.

His Aniki's shoulders overshadowed his, stretching a large span width that swallowed his entire body whole. Sasuke swallowed thickly. Good lord, he was so turned on. How could he not be when perfection stood before his very eyes, unapproachable to all except him?

He had watched this hunk of a man growing up with all sorts of admiration and awe. With his enormous stature and panty-dropping presence, there was no way he'd be anything less than large underneath those board shorts. Seeing it at the club had confirmed it. In fact, Itachi would probably make a magnum condom look small. Sasuke almost fanned himself so he wouldn't pass out in anticipation.

"You feel that, Otouto?"

The boy heard a whisper in his ear as a very large, very erect hard-on grinded against his groin, shoving his body flat against the locked door.

Sasuke released a whimper and his knees buckled. If it weren't for Itachi pinning his body up, he'd have easily fallen to his knees already. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and a shudder racked his body.

Dear Lord Almighty, how could he not feel that? That meaty schlong felt fat and heavy, thick and long. It left no room in Itachi's shorts, straining the front until a wet stain emerged dead center.

Without any thought of repercussions, his hand instinctively slid between their bodies and cupped his Aniki. His groan thereafter, which echoed into his bedroom, was a melting pot of slutty and needy.

The man jerked underneath his touch before his hips came forward and sought out Sasuke's grip.

"You like what you feel, Sasuke?" Itachi growled, nipping the base of his neck while rutting against him. A tongue came out and flicked over the shell of the boy's ear. "Wait till I'm deep inside you. I'll have you screaming for me to ruin your tight little boy pussy."

"A-Aniki," Sasuke whimpered, hand slipping away to grip at the back of Itachi's shoulders. His hips gyrated in circles, quickly seeking out the monstrosity he was promised.

Perhaps, his little whine sounded like a plea to his Aniki, because Itachi's hips faltered briefly before their rhythm picked up and he was roughly dry humping Sasuke against the door. It rattled against its hinges with each persistent grinding motion.

"I've already warned you I won't stop," Itachi hissed, panting loudly. "So don't even bother to plead your way out of this. Do you hear me, Sasuke? I'm going to have you spread wide open before my eyes while I turn you into a sloppy mess, and there's nothing you can do to stop me."

Sasuke's lips were sealed in another frenzied kiss, drawing out a long, low groan from him. Was his Aniki crazy? Why would he ever want to stop?

In the midst of their make out session, he felt large hands on his ass. Then, he was hoisted and moved, but he paid no mind to it as he tangled his hands into Itachi's air and tasted the man like he was the antidote to his ingested poison.

When they finally pulled apart, Sasuke found himself flat on his back in Itachi's bed. His Aniki hooked his fingers underneath the waistband of his shorts and yanked them off hurriedly as if he was expecting Sasuke to rescind his permission and run away.

But Sasuke had no such thought. Not now. Not ever.

Under the scrutiny of Itachi's darkened gaze, the boy subconsciously bit onto his bottom lip. He spread his legs apart, a fulfilling sense of power engulfing him when Itachi responded with another growl.

His Aniki dove down until he was nose-to-nose with him, one hand propping his body up while his other held Sasuke's wrists against the mattress. "What are you doing, Sasuke?" he demanded.

"I'm making room for you, Aniki," Sasuke responded, cheeks red.

"Is this what you looked like for all the men you slept with?"

That question gave Sasuke a start, and because of it, he neglected to reply, spurring Itachi to release a glare. One that made him shudder in all sorts of ways. The boy realized that it was one of those questions he never should answer.

Itachi must have felt the same way because he moved on. The man's eyes dragged down the length of his body until they rested between his thighs. Releasing Sasuke's arms and sitting back on his heels, Itachi pressed Sasuke's knees to his chest and rested his palms along the back of his thighs.

Sasuke could feel his Aniki's gaze zeroed in on his quivering hole, and he swallowed hard, a whimper on his lips.

"So fucking gorgeous," Itachi muttered, seemingly in a world of his own. His eyes did not budge as he began to smooth his palm along Sasuke's ass. "How many men have eaten your ass, Otouto?" he whispered, still transfixed.

"J-Just one."

"Do you like being eaten?" Itachi's thumbs pressed along the crease of the boy's ass, paused, and gently tugged in opposite directions, causing Sasuke's puckered hole to spread lengthwise.

The boy moaned, hands coming up to gather his thighs securely to his chest. "Yes," he whispered.

Itachi's eyes snapped up to his. "Should Aniki eat your yummy little hole then?"

Good fucking Lord.

"Y-yes, please."

"Good, because even if you said no, I'd pry it open with my tongue. Come spread your sweet boy pussy wide open for your beloved Aniki, Otouto."

Sasuke shuddered. "But I haven't showered."

"I bet you taste like a wet dream then. Now, open up so I can see the hole I'll be breeding all fucking night."

Jesus.

Sasuke didn't know how much of this he could handle. The gap was just too fucking wide between the Aniki he knew and this dirty-talking man before him. He could barely move because his body was shaking so much, and every word that left his Aniki's lips just made him unable to function.

"B-Breeding?" he mumbled, momentarily dazed.

"You don't expect Aniki to fuck you, but not breed you, do you, Sasuke?" The harsh accusation in Itachi's words immediately caused the boy to shake his head vehemently. "Of course not," his Aniki purred, running the length of a finger up the boy's crack.

The man looked gone. So far gone.

Suddenly, Itachi's face was pressed against his hole and his hands were on his hips, pulling him closer. A loud inhale reverberated in the room, and much to Sasuke's embarrassment, he realized his Aniki had sniffed his hole. Thoroughly.

"You smell amazing," Itachi murmured, voice muffled between his globes.

Sasuke whimpered when a hot, wet tongue swiped along the outer rim of his hole. Once, twice, and thrice, before it breached dead center as quickly and desperately as it could manage.

His hips shot up in the air, but were quickly pulled down by Itachi's hands. Sasuke fisted the sheets at his sides with a loud groan, head lulling back in ecstasy.

In the background, he could hear the uncensored sounds that came from a wet tongue invading his deepest parts, twisting and turning and thrusting with more vigor than he had ever experienced.

H.J.

Itachi ate at his Otouto's hole as if it was the first real source of food he'd received in ages. His grip had left the boy's hips, moving to press against the backs of his knees so he could have full access. When he noted that it wasn't good enough for what he wanted, he pulled it out and tongued his lips.

"Otouto," he purred, leaning forward for another few licks. He found he couldn't remove himself from Sasuke for more than a second. "Turn around and get on your hands and knees."

Itachi was already rolling the boy over and pulling him up to his knees, seemingly unable to wait for Sasuke to comply. He pressed Sasuke's cheeks as far apart as they would go until he got a front row seat to the tantalizing hole.

With a smirk, the man licked his wet lips. "You're twitching so much, Otouto," he said, smoothing both hands from center outward on Sasuke's ass. Each time his hands reached the boy's hips, he repeated the gentle, yet firm strokes. "Now say, 'Aniki, taste my juicy hole please,'" he muttered.

Sasuke bit his lip, his doe eyes slanting over his shoulder at Itachi, cheeks redder than a tomato.

"Is that too embarrassing? Should I give you something else?" The boy whimpered. "Then, say, 'Aniki, stick your tongue inside my hole and suck on my asshole please.'"

"A-Aniki…"

Itachi's gaze met Sasuke's over his quivering body. "Quickly, my sweet Otouto. Aniki wants to eat."

As soon as their gazes locked, Sasuke dug his face into the mattress with a whimper and a mumble, causing the man to shake his head with a small endearing chuckle. "Was that too much? We'll build up your stamina, my lovely Otouto."

With that said, Itachi dug his face between the boy's cheeks. He went fast and he went deep, leaving no room for Sasuke to say anything coherent. He relished in the jerk in his Otouto's body before he pressed back against his mouth with vigor.

"So. So. Good," Itachi said, lips plastered firmly against the twitching hole. He sucked between each thrash of his tongue as it stroked the walls from within until they gave way for a finger to probe alongside it.

"Nngh, A-Aniki… fuck…."

"There will be a lot of that," Itachi stated as if it was a fact, removing his mouth to watch his finger stroke into his Otouto.

Itachi's gaze smoldered when the boy began pressing himself back, fucking himself on his finger. Upon the boy's next thrust, the man added a second finger, purring in satisfaction when his Otouto swallowed them both to the knuckle.

"You're already opening up for me, my love. Look how pretty you are here."

Sasuke's groans progressively grew louder as his body actively sought out its own pleasure. As Itachi began to scissor his fingers, his eyes grew half-lidded as if drugged by the music to his ears and the visual before him.

He leaned forward for another taste, unable to spend even a minute resisting the supple hole that splayed itself in front of his hungry gaze. "Mmm, so fucking good," he groaned against the ring of flesh as he shoved his tongue and a third finger inside at once.

Sasuke's body lurched and pressed back against Itachi, a whimper hanging off his wet lips. "A-Aniki…."

"Do you know how much fucking willpower it took Aniki to not devour you the other day?" Itachi growled, withdrawing his tongue. He raised his other hand and brought it down against Sasuke's cheek, and a resounding smack echoed in his room followed by the boy's moan. "If I hadn't tasted you on your toy instead…." Itachi gritted his teeth as he trailed off.

He pressed himself up onto his knees and proceeded to blanket his body over Sasuke's back as his fingers grew punishing. The hand that spanked the boy snaked upward to caress his throat, angling it so that Sasuke was looking at him.

Those glazed-over, lust-stained eyes that stared into Itachi's caused a shiver to shoot through his body. Sasuke whimpered as Itachi's lips drew closer and the man's hand came down on him again, fueling his hips to continue to rock back eagerly.

"When I fuck you, you won't be able to move your hips back like you're doing now. You'd be too busy trying to withstand the assault of my dick while it slam fucks you into the fucking bed," he whispered a growl in the boy's ear, tongue flicking out to lick the shell of his ear. "You'll be so confused, wondering why it feels like Aniki is forcing his thick, hard cock so violently into your pretty asshole, and then, that's when you'll try to crawl off my dick and run away from me, Sasuke."

Sasuke's eyes slid shut as the word registered, but Itachi bit down on his lobe and tugged, refusing to accept that version of passiveness. "Open your eyes and look at me, Otouto."

The boy snapped his eyes open instantaneously before his eyelids drooped and he pleaded with his gaze for Itachi to stop. To end this misery.

But it was the boy who had refused to run earlier. Itachi had given him an out, but his Otouto had been stubborn. He had spread his legs for Itachi, urged him between them, and allowed him to eat his slice of heaven and open him up with his fingers while mewling like a sex-starved kitten.

Itachi's gaze hardened as he withdrew his fingers, the instant breeze that left his fingers cold and unsheathed igniting a fury in his chest he didn't realize he was capable of experiencing. His jaw unhinged as he hovered over Sasuke's nape, hand moving down to tug himself free of his shorts.

His heavy cock bobbed and smacked against Sasuke's ass, the tip angry and spilling over with droplets of precum. Itachi grabbed the lube from under the pillow and squirted it down Sasuke's cheeks, watching with rapt attention as it coated his hole copiously at once. He shoved his erection between the two globes immediately after, tossing the tube aside and reveling in Sasuke's hitched breath as he rutted against the boy's center.

"But you're going to promise Aniki right now you won't crawl away from me. You won't try to run while I'm busy fucking you open. Say it," he demanded in nothing, but a low, rough growl, sounding more animal than human.

The boy shuddered, sobbing sweetly against him. "A-Aniki… p-please please–"

"Say it," Itachi barked.

"I-I won't r-run, A-Aniki, so p-please, please let m-me–"

Sasuke's eyes widened into saucers as his voice died instantly when his jaw unhinged in a silent scream, eyes rolling back into his sockets.

Itachi breached his hole without warning, his grunt drowned out by Sasuke's scream. Even though he loosened up the hole and had coated the two of them in nearly half a bottle of lube, he was only able to get half of his cock inside upon the first thrust.

The man sat back on his knees and toes, both hands spreading his Otouto's cheeks wide open to stare unabashedly at his rosebud.

Drool dribbled along the corners of his Otouto's mouth and his hole twitched violently around Itachi's cock as if attempting to force him out.

"Aniki's trying to give you his cock. All I want to do is breed your pretty, little hole and, yet, you're trying to force me out," Itachi growled, displeasure and lust rolled into one. "Don't test me, Sasuke. Let Aniki sink all the way into your body. Wrap yourself around my cock with your boy pussy, baby," he said, rolling his hips repeatedly.

A glance at the boy's face to make sure he was okay ascertained that he was far too gone to hear his words, but the more he sunk himself in, the softer Sasuke's walls grew around him.

"F-fuck," Itachi groaned once he was fully seated. "I'm balls deep inside of you, Otouto. You feel like fucking heaven."

Sweat gathered near his brow as he began to grind deeply without pulling out. "Do you feel me, Otouto? How do I feel?"

"U-Ughh… ahh… ngh uhnn… s-s-so f-full…. agghhh… so-so f-full. I-I think I'm going t-to c-cu-m-m," Sasuke heaved, groans leaving his vocals like the fucking opera.

His words electrocuted and delighted Itachi, earning a purr from the man.

"Y-you- You're s-so… ahhh… big, Aniki," Sasuke moaned, upper body resting flat against the bed.

That was no surprise, especially when his hind quarters were shaking like a leaf.

"Ten-and-a-half inches," Itachi muttered, more so to himself than Sasuke. He placed a kiss on the boy's tailbone as if thanking him for accepting him and nuzzled it gently.

"Aniki– ahh… you're p-perfect."

Nothing could possibly describe how elated Itachi was to hear those words fall from Sasuke's lips. He blanketed the boy's body with a smile on his face. "No, my lovely Otouto," he whispered, adoration filling his words. "You're the perfect one."