Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Forbidden ❯ Resistance ( Chapter 1 )

Forbidden

Chapter 1

Resistance

 

 

“I don't want to go! You can't make me!” Sasuke hollered at his mother as she stood at his door, hands on her hips.

 

“This is a very important promotion for your father and he wants you to be there. Therefore, you have to go. You have no say in this matter Sasuke.” His mother chided her seventeen-year-old son.

 

“Why? It's not like me being there is going to make a difference, so there really is no point in going to a stupid celebration. Everyone there is old and boring.” Sasuke whined making his mother send him a scolding look.

 

She slowly crossed her arms over her chest as she racked her brain on how to get her son to go to the meeting without dragging him kicking and screaming the whole way. It was always like this whenever they tried to get Sasuke to go to something important. If he didn't want to go he would throw a fit like a seven year old and then pout the whole time he was there. A thought crossed her mind and she smiled.

 

“Fine. You don't have to go. I'll tell your brother you said hi though.” She got the instant reaction that she had predicted.

 

“Itachi-niisan is going to be there?” Sasuke asked excitedly.

 

“I told you, this is very important to your father and he wants his whole family there to share in on his promotion.”

 

“Fine, I'll go. What time do we leave?”

 

“In an hour.” His mother called over her shoulder as she disappeared with a smile of victory on her face.

 

Sasuke ran to his closest, throwing the doors open. He was so happy. He hadn't seen Itachi for over two months. The man had moved out of the house when he turned twenty, decided it was time to live on his own. This hurt Sasuke, because that was one of the only things he looked forward to after school. Spending quality time with his beloved aniki. Now, he was even denied that little pleasure. So, anytime with Itachi was a privilege, even if it was at some ridiculous ceremony.

 

He was rummaging through his hanging clothes, trying to find something to wear that would grab his brother's eye, without looking too out of place. Sasuke had secretly been harboring deep-rooted feelings for Itachi. It had started out as an innocent love for his niisan and grew into something a lot more forbidden. Sasuke had nightly fantasies of his older brother, doing things to him that brothers shouldn't do, but he couldn't seem to stop it and he found that deep in his soul that he didn't want too.

 

He had turned down countless girls and guys, because the only person he wanted was his niisan. Itachi was the only one that could make him instantly hard with just a thought or a look. Sasuke doubted that his older brother would ever feel the same way or even consider getting involved with incest. It was despised in their clan and Itachi was the Prodigy after all, having to uphold that highly regarded image that everyone placed on him.

 

His mother came back into his room laying a dark blue suit on the bed making Sasuke cringe as he looked at it. There was no way he was going to wear that. He hated how constricting they were and he wasn't the one being promoted. He glared at his mother.

 

“I'm not wearing that.” He stated flatly.

 

“Sasuke, enough of the temper tantrums. Everyone is wearing one. This celebration is formal and you will go as such.”

 

“Why does everyone hate me?” Sasuke grumbled as he moved to the bed and pulling the hanger out of the suit, grabbing the white dress shirt.

 

“God, Sasuke if I known you were going to turn into such a baby, I would have had Itachi take you with him when he moved out.” His mother answered as she left the room shutting the door behind her.

 

Sasuke's heart sped up at the words. He would have loved to be with his brother. If only that statement would have been true. He would have been complete and would have been the happiest teenager on the face of the planet. Too bad such dreams and wishes never came true when it came to his pathetic life. He growled as he proceeded to dress in the suit that his mother had given him. This really sucked, but at least he'd be able to be with his niisan and that's all that mattered.

 

He was dressed and departed his room. He made his way to the kitchen, searching through the cupboards for something to eat. He really needed to tell his mother to go shopping, because they had nothing to munch on at all. Everything would have at least taken him an hour to cook and he really did have the time, but rather wish he did. He was dreading going to this. There was going to be lots of boring talking, lots of strenuous clapping, and most of having to pretend that he was happy to be there.

 

“Sasuke, let's go!” His mother called from the entrance way.

 

He shut the cupboard harder then he meant too, flinching at the loud bang. He hoped his mother didn't hear that or he was going to get an earful. He made his way to the front door and his mother pointed to the polished dress shoes, next to his sandals. He glared at them as if they were the spawn of the devil, but slipped them on anyway. They made their way out of the house and down the street to the assembly hall. He shoved his hands in his pockets and glared at his feet. He had better things to be doing then this.

 

“I'm surprised you got him to come, mother.” Came a deep guttural voice that went start to Sasuke's libido making him hard immediately.

 

“It took some arguing, but he agreed after he heard you were coming.” Sasuke ignored her though; he had lifted his head to take in the stunning man in front of him.

 

Itachi stood there with a half smile, one hand in his pocket, suit jacket undone and shirt untucked. He was wearing a black suit with a blood red dress shirt. A black tie hung loosely around his neck. Sasuke tried not to drool as he took in the silky black tresses that fell loosely at Itachi's wide shoulders. He wanted to hate Itachi for looking so sexy in anything he wore, but he couldn't bring himself too. The older Uchiha was just so breathe taking and… well a sex god to be exact, that he couldn't hate him. All he could do was make a fool of himself and stare at his niisan, hoping the desire wasn't radiating in his eyes.

 

“Foolish otouto, did you miss me that much.” Sasuke's feathers ruffled at the tease.

 

“No!” He snapped. “Who would miss you?” He jeered.

 

Itachi only gave a low chuckle that sent shivers of delight pulsating through his already highly stimulated body. God, how he wanted him. He would give anything to feel his brother's sweaty, naked flesh against his own. He felt a blush rising to his cheeks at the image and pushed past Itachi heading for the building. He didn't want to be caught in an awkward position and be hounded by awkward question.

 

“Let's go. It should be starting soon.” Sasuke muttered, demeaning himself for not being in better control of his emotions.

 

By the time they were seated, he was okay again. His father had come over and was now talking with his favorite son, making bitterness rise in Sasuke's chest. He looked away not wanting to pay attention to them and glanced around the room. A lot of their relatives were present and that made Sasuke even more aggravated. That meant that they were all going to be boosting about Itachi and he would be forced to participate in the gloating. He was almost irate. He should have created a bigger fit, instead of giving in all because of Itachi. Damn his hormones.

 

The ceremony started and he was right. There was a lot of pointless talking and clapping. He was so bored that he thought he was going to die from it. He glanced over at his niisan and was surprised to see that Itachi didn't look too thrilled either. He actually felt a small dash of respect for the man. He would have expected Itachi to be into it or at least put up a facade. No, his brother looked like he was getting more restless by the minute. Itachi grabbed the last dango off the stick he was holding, his teeth sinking into it effortlessly as he pulled the stick away, leaving the dango to fall into his succulent mouth. His jaw worked sinuously as he chewed slowly at the morsel in his mouth, slightly licking at his lips to get off the powered sugar that was covering them.

 

Sasuke shifted unnervingly as he felt his hardening cock, pulsate and demand for some kind of attention. Why did his brother have to be so damn sexy? He thought miserable. It wasn't fair that he had to not only undergo through boredom, but also excruciating arousal. He bit back a moan as Itachi placed the skewer in his mouth, slowly sucking at it as he tortuously pulled it from that warm heat. Sasuke's cheeks were heated by this point and he was fearful that he was near the point of nosebleed. Itachi glanced at him and rose an inquisitive eyebrow as he took in his flushed state. Sasuke decided he needed to get out of here and fast. He was going to make a fool of himself and he knew it.

 

“Excuse me.” Sasuke muttered in a rush as he rose to his feet and hastily left the main hall.

 

He went immediately for the bathrooms, practically slamming the door against the wall as he rushed into one of the stalls. He sat on the toilet, unzipping his pants to liberate his straining erection. He let out a hiss as the cool air hit his heated flesh. He wrapped a hand securely around it and started to run his fingers down his dick only to run it back up. He was breathing profoundly with his mouth open, eyes falling closed as he pleasured himself. He was so lost in it that he didn't hear the door open.

 

“Sasuke? Are you okay?” Itachi's sexy voice asked.

 

Sasuke jumped in astonishment, hand squeezing against his cock almost brutally. He whined softly against his will. He clamped his mouth shut as that all too familiar flush started to blemish his face again. He tried to compose his breathing, but couldn't find the power to release his leaking erection. Instead, he continued to pleasure himself getting even more aroused with the thought that his wet dream was on the other side of the stall door.

 

“I'm fine. Just had to use the restroom.” He recoiled. His voice was tremendously shaky.

 

“Are you sure? You don't sound well.” Itachi answered warily.

 

“No, I'm fine. It's okay, aniki.” The endearment that he always used for his brother came out on a moan and he had to bit his bottom lip to the point of causing blood.

 

“Okay, enough Sasuke.” Itachi barked. “If you don't come out here I'm going to bust down the door.” Itachi informed in a dangerous tone.

 

Most people would have been petrified at the sound of that, but not Sasuke. It had quite the opposite influence on him. He became even harder in his hand, if that was even possible, and he almost whimpered. His fucking brother just about made him whimper and the bastard wasn't even touching him. Fuck, he had it bad.

 

“Give me a couple minutes, Itachi.” Sasuke countered in breathless anticipation. “Then I'll come out and talk to you.” He prayed that would appease his brother as he moved his hand more rapidly along his scalding flesh.

 

Fuck, he was so close. He closed his eyes as he leaned to the side, letting his head rest aligned with the stall wall. He could feel his orgasm tittering on the edge; he just needed a little more. He let his other hand fall down and cup his balls, softly rolling them together in the palm of his hand.

 

Itachi glowered at the door as he heard his brother's profound panting. He wondered what was wrong with his otouto. Sasuke had left the room in such a hurry that he thought the poor boy was running for his life. Itachi decided he had enough of Sasuke's little games. He pulled his pocketknife out and flipped it open. He placed the tip in the line to the lock and with a twist of his wrist, had the door unlocked.

 

He pushed it open and gaped at his brother in shock. Sasuke looked up at the same time in utter dismay. Itachi was going to shut the door and let his little brother finish his business, but Sasuke came hard with a look of pure pleasure on his face, cum shooting from the cock in his hand. Itachi stood frozen as his name was moaned from the boy's lips. He didn't know what to say or do. He was completely at a loss. His brother had just cum to him, with him there watching. What was he expected to say to that? He at last got a hold of himself and turned on his heel, heading straight for the exit. He was just a little traumatized to say the least.

 

“Aniki wait!” Sasuke shouted after him, but he kept walking.

 

Sasuke came bursting out of the door behind him, but he ignored the boy. For some reason, his heart was pounding intensely within his chest and he felt like he had to get away. He didn't want to be unaccompanied with Sasuke. Not after an experience like that. He had a unusual feeling forming in the pit of his stomach and that worried him. Who would have thought that Sasuke, mommy's little boy, had just cum to his older brother. To him. It was ludicrous. Itachi just couldn't except it even though he had just witnessed it.

 

“Itachi stop!” Sasuke called.

 

A hand firmly grabbed his shoulder and he was pressed back against the wall. Both of Sasuke's hands now positioned firmly on his chest so that he couldn't budge. Itachi look intently down at him with Sharingan eyes, hoping to scare his brother away. He should have known better. Sasuke was always oblivious when it came to Itachi's intimidation. He always believed that Itachi would never harm and it was true. He would never intentionally hurt his otouto. Sasuke was too precious to him.

 

He let his hands fall to his side and rest flat against the wall as he stared down at his baby brother. Sasuke was gnawing at his bottom lip in the most seductive way, an adorable pink colored glow spread across the bridge of his nose to both cheeks and he was gazing up almost timidly. Itachi shifted awkwardly as he watched the boy. Why was he getting turned on by his brother's proximity? He wasn't suppose to be feeling like this. This was his own flesh and blood. His fucking brother, but his body didn't mind at all. In fact, everything in him was screaming to pull the sex kitten closer and have his way with him.

 

“I'm so sorry.” Sasuke exhaled. “You weren't ever suppose to witness that?”

 

“Well, I did.” Itachi sounded a lot harsher then he meant to.

 

Sasuke winced and lowered his gaze to his brother's firm lips as his grasp tightened on Itachi's dress coat. He was so humiliated, but something inside was telling him that he needed to make his move now or he would never get another opportunity. Itachi's posture and body language wasn't threatening, Sasuke realized that it seemed his niisan was actually alarmed. He was plastered to the wall and there was a slight tremor… or he had imagined it. Either way, this was Sasuke's chance and he didn't want to pass up this opening. He stilled himself and moved closer, inserting a knee in between Itachi's slightly parted legs.

 

He tilted his head up as he licked his lips, meeting Itachi's blood red eyes. His brother glimpsed down at his lips at the movement of his tongue and then his gaze snapped back up to his own dark eyes, yearning evident on his face. Itachi's expression was a tentative lustful look. It was as if he wanted it, but was shaming himself for even considering it. Sasuke knew this was entirely his move and he was more then happy to make it. He leaned further up rising onto his toes and softly let his lips land onto Itachi's slightly parted ones.

 

Pleasure exploded all through out his body and he couldn't help but moan loudly, his eyes falling closed in ecstasy. Itachi didn't move away, but he didn't respond either and Sasuke wanted him too. He needed him too, so he pressed hard. He glided his tongue out, lightly touching it to the seam of his niisan's, cautiously asking for entrance. Itachi gasped against him in astonishment and Sasuke shoved his tongue inside, before his brother could close his lips again.

 

Itachi's mouth was humid and wet, making Sasuke's knees weak as he pushed his tongue against his brother's. His blood drained from his head and went straight to his cock as it hardened once more in his pants as he pushed further into the stimulating heat. He could have sworn that Itachi responded by a slight move of his tongue or it could have been his imagination, but that slight brush of his brother's flesh shut down his central system and his hands were moving up his niisan's chest. He went to place them around to the back of Itachi's neck so to pull him closer, but didn't get the chance.

 

Itachi lifted his hands and pushed hard on his chest successfully dislodging contact between them. Sasuke stumbled backwards trying to reclaim his balance but didn't get a chance, because Itachi had, a strong hand wrapped around his neck and had slammed him decisively against the opposite wall. Sasuke stared at him startled and just a little fearful. Maybe he shouldn't have made such a unintelligent choice. Now his niisan was going to kill him for sure.

 

“You take too much liberty Sasuke.” Itachi hissed in his ear. “Don't you dare touch me again. I'll kill you.” Itachi spat, pressed firmly against his brother, threateningly.

 

Sasuke swallowed hard and nodded meekly. Yup, he had pissed his brother off to no end and he'd be astounded if he got out of his one unscathed. He let his eyes close as a burning started to fester in them and he realized he was on the verge of tears. He fought them back. His brother pushed harder into him, then his body was suddenly gone. Sasuke's legs gave out and he hit the floor with a dull `thud'. He watched his brother retreat back to the main hall as he huffed for air. He wasn't for sure, but he could have sworn that Itachi's erection had been pressing into his thigh just before he was released.

 

 

TBC….

 

Kitty- I didn't this for one of my fav writers, Kakashizgirl on Y! Gallery, because she helped me with my theme page. So this is my thank you to her. It will be a four-part fic, so look for the rest of it. Review and tell me what you think so far. Thank you.