Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Forbidden ❯ Denial ( Chapter 2 )

Forbidden

Chapter 2

Denial

 

 

 

Itachi glared at the stage not really seeing what was going on or even hearing what was spoken. He was too shocked on the events that had played out in the hallway between him and his brother. He couldn't believe that Sasuke would act so flamboyantly toward him, or the fact that his body had responded so vigorously toward the boy. He mentally cursed himself as he looked down at his feet. This was his fucking brother. This was his flesh and blood. There clan would be devastated if they ever found out and their parents would kill him for sure and then send Sasuke off to a boarding school.

 

His mother had asked him if Sasuke was okay when he came back. He had softly spoken a reply even though just hearing Sasuke's name made him flinch. He didn't want to think about his baby brother at all. He didn't want to have to even consider what had happened between them and what the consequences could be to such a prohibited act.

 

He caught movement from the corner of his eye and glanced up to see his otouto slowly making his way over to their table. Itachi felt a flush roll through his body and he quickly turned away from the image of the boy in his blue suit. He couldn't shake the fact that he did find Sasuke attractive. He had always found the boy… pretty, would be the way he saw his baby brother. In the suit he wore though, his libido was telling him that Sasuke was done right sexy.

 

The boy, in question, sat down across from him once more. He chanced a glance at his brother and could still see the light flush that graced his delicate features. Itachi swallowed hard and quickly looked away. He hated feeling like this and he hated Sasuke even more for making him feel like this. How dare he put such adulterated thoughts in his head? Itachi couldn't blame the boy entirely though. He was the one dwelling on them and rolling the ideas around, calculating the possible outcomes.

 

Loud applause startled him out of his thoughts and he half-heartedly joined in, just wanting this celebration to be over so he could escape Sasuke's intoxicating presence. There was a thick tension in the air between them, but Itachi couldn't figure out if it was sexual or anger. Either way, he needed to get away from the boy.

 

He chanced another glance at Sasuke and their eyes met. Itachi wanted to look away but the weak smile that was offered to him from the other had his heart speeding up and ringing in his ears. The flush was traveling down Sasuke's neck and Itachi absently thought how it looked good on the boy's pale flesh.

 

“Itachi! It's good to see you my boy.” Someone called to his right.

 

He turned to face the person and saw his uncle. Taking the distraction that was offered to him; he gracefully rose to his feet and went to greet the older man. Right now, he was willing to do anything to keep his mind off his otouto and the unfamiliar feelings that occupied the thoughts of the boy.

 

Sasuke watched his brother walk away with a feeling of dread filling his heart. He had just ruined the closeness that he and the older Uchiha had always shared. Now, Itachi seemed further away then he had ever been before. He looked down at the table, idly playing with his fingers in regret. He really had fuck up this time. He didn't even know what he was going to do if he didn't have his best friend slash brother around anymore to talk too.

 

“Sasuke, are you okay hunnie? You look really pale. Did something not sit well with you?” He tried to offer his concerned mother a smile, even though it was weak.

 

“It's just something I ate. I'll be okay.” He mumbled.

 

His mother was eyeing him closely and he knew that she was fully aware of the fact that he was lying to her. He hadn't touched anything since he had gotten there. He just hoped that she didn't suspect that he had gotten into it with his brother. If she did, he would most likely be forced into a situation where he was to spend `quality' time with Itachi, as he mother so elegantly liked to put it. He glanced at his brother again and saw that he was involved with a heated conversation with his uncle.

 

He heard his father's deep voice as the older Uchiha came up to his wife. Sasuke felt so out of place suddenly and he didn't want to be there anymore. All he wanted to do was run off to his room and sleep off this depression that was overtaking him. He rose to his feet and was making his way to the door, but got stopped by his cousin.

 

He offered a smile or at least what he hoped was a smile. They got into a light conversation. Sasuke glanced over to where his parents were now talking to Itachi. The look on his niisan's face was one that was contemplating mass murder and Sasuke swallowed hard. He had a feeling his mother was sticking her nose right where it shouldn't belong.

 

“Are you listening Sasuke?” His cousin asked.

 

“I'm sorry. I'm not feeling well.” He said softly still watching his parents.

 

“I see. Well maybe you should talk to your parents and get on home.”

 

“Yeah.” He said vaguely, not entirely registering what was being said to him.

 

His cousin gave him a push off to the direction of his family. He bit his bottom lip and did as was silently spoken to him. As he got closer, he could tell that Itachi was very unhappy with what was being said to him. His mother looked almost desperate as their father just watched the two with a hard expression.

 

“Enough.” Their father stated as he came into hearing range. “Sasuke will be staying with you for the weekend and you don't have any say over this. I have plans for your mother and I. I don't want Sasuke alone that long. Anyway, you guys barely see each other anymore.” Itachi nodded mutely still not thrilled.

 

Sasuke was near panic. His parents couldn't do this too him. Itachi was on the verge of killing him for his actions and if he was forced to be with the older man all weekend Itachi would most assuredly murder him in his sleep, if not when he was, awake to feel it. He had to try to stop this before it was officially decided.

 

“I don't need a babysitter.” Sasuke spat. “I'm old enough to take care of myself.”

 

“Not with the kind of fits you've been having lately.” His mother retorted. He growled and crossed his arms over his chest. “Why are you guys so against this anyway? Usually you are happy to spend time together.” Both boys' froze at the woman's words.

 

They were playing too close to the danger zone now. If their parents started asking questions, it would get really messy and fast. Their father had a knack for picking up on lies. Sasuke looked down at his feet and shifted nervously. He needed to rectify this situation fast. Suddenly Itachi was wrapping an arm around his shoulder, squeezing him affectionately.

 

“Come on Sasuke. We can go see that movie you were talking to me about, how does that sound?” Itachi spoke casually.

 

Sasuke shivered at the touch and tried not to close his eyes to the warm comforting weight of his niisan's arm. Itachi was helping him by giving him a way out of an interrogation. He should be grateful, but all he could think of was the fact that Itachi was so very close to him.

 

“I would like that.” Sasuke answered looking up at Itachi with a small smile.

 

Itachi returned it and nodded firmly. He let his arm fell away from the boy as he moved away. He had chanced contact with Sasuke and now was slightly regretting it. He had a warm burning feeling starting to form in the pit of his stomach and he was starting to harden inside his boxers. He cursed Sasuke silently, as he tried to think of something that would make his erection lessen.

 

“I've got a couple of things I have to do before I go home tonight. I'll pick Sasuke up on my way back.” Their parents nodded their approval and Sasuke watched as his brother left the conference hall.

 

He groaned to himself as he turned to glare at his parents who were friendly talking to another couple. How dare they? He was positive his mother had a hand in this. He knew for a fact that both one of his parents hadn't planned anything for the next couple of days and they were just doing this to try to get them to make up, to stop fighting. If only they knew what really went on between him and Itachi. They wouldn't be so quick to push them to be alone together.

 

He turned on his heel and stalked out of the building. The meeting was over and there was no need for him to be here anymore. He dragged his feet the whole way home. The tension that was building between him and Itachi was practically tangible. Itachi was very unhappy with the fact that he was coming over and that made Sasuke fear for his life a little bit more. He hated it when he had to walk as if he was on eggshells when Itachi was in one of these moods.

 

He pushed the door open to his house and kicked off the ridiculous dress shoes. He made his way straight to his room and slammed the door shut, enjoying the sound of it resonating off the walls. He would have never dared do that if anyone was home. He fell on to his bed glaring at the ceiling. His life really did suck. He hated himself for his obsession over Itachi and the trouble it had just gotten him into. He wished he could throw it all away and be done with it, but unfortunately, it wasn't that easy.

 

He wondered if was going to survive this weekend and if there was anyway to relieve some of that intensity that had overcome Itachi. A smile split across his face, maybe he didn't want to relieve the intensity. Maybe, just maybe, he could actually use it to his benefit. With a solid plan already forming in his head, he rose to his feet and proceeded to pack for a very interesting weekend with his dear old aniki.

 

By the time, Itachi had arrived to take him to his house. Sasuke was dressed in low fitting jeans that hugged his ass nicely and a fishnet shirt. Of course, he had pulled a sweater over it so not to alert his parents on what he was wearing, making his way out to the living room.

 

Itachi was looking out the window while their mother was talking to him as she went over a piece of paper she held. Sasuke could tell by his niisan's stance that the man was growing irritated by each word his mother spoke to him. Finally, he turned to the face the woman with a blank expression.

 

“I made a list of phone numbers to call incase something happens to Sasuke. You both have our cell numbers so that-“

 

“Mother stop.” Itachi ordered in a hard voice. “Sasuke is a big boy and can take care of himself. He's grown up and you need to recognize this and stop treating him as a child.” Itachi stated simply.

 

Sasuke felt a swelling of respect for the older Uchiha rise up in his chest. His mother was always like this and it made him feel good that Itachi would stick up for him. This meant that Itachi was identifying that he was indeed an equal of sorts and that was all Sasuke needed to know. He leaned against the doorframe watching the scene unfold.

 

Itachi glanced at him and their eyes locked for a brief moment, before Itachi turned back to his mother. That was enough time for Sasuke's heart to leap up in his throat as his pants started to feel a little uncomfortable. Why did Itachi have to look so damn sexy? Just a look sent Sasuke's blood flooding south. He took a deep breath as he steadied himself. Damn it Itachi.

 

“You're right. I'm sorry, but I just am so worried about the both of you. You guys will always be my babies.” Itachi rolled his eyes at that.

 

“Mother, come on.” Sasuke cried in embarrassment. “I'm ready whenever you are Itachi.” Sasuke added, wanting to get out of the house as soon as possible.

 

“Let's go.” Itachi responded and they both made for the door.

 

“Be safe you guys. Itachi take good care of Sasuke.” She called after them.

 

“Yes mother.” Itachi answered flatly, as he placed a hand firmly on Sasuke's lower back and pushed the boy out the door.

 

Sasuke almost tripped over his loose sandal as he shot a glare over his shoulder at his brother. Itachi ignored him and swiftly moved away from the house. Sasuke was sure he understood now why his niisan didn't come to the house very often. Their mother had separation issues. He wondered if he should talk to his father about it, then he thought not. He didn't really want to open that can of worms. His dad was usually overbearing and he hated dealing with it. Well, at least he knew were Itachi got it from.

 

They walked the whole to Itachi's apartment in silence. He was starting to wonder if his brother would speak to him at all this weekend. He knew he had overstepped his boundary at the ceremony, but this was ridiculous. No one would ever believe Sasuke if he ever told them that Itachi indeed did hold grudges. He smiled at that. His brother would have throttled him if the man knew half the stuff Sasuke thought about him.

 

They arrived at Itachi's house and the older Uchiha unlocked the front door, moving inside, leaving Sasuke to do so also. Sasuke took in the place and how incredibly clean and tidy it was. Sometimes he wondered if Itachi was really was gay by the way he lived. That thought made him stop short. Was his niisan gay? Was Itachi a woman's man? Something deep down inside told him not likely. Itachi wouldn't surround himself with bickering females, especially after seeing the way he interacted with their mother. Sasuke was pretty sure; Itachi had a thing for guys. That is if the man wasn't asexual. As much as Itachi pushed everyone away, he wouldn't have been surprised.

 

“Are you just going to stand there, or are you going to come in and shut the door?” Itachi snapped.

 

Sasuke hadn't realized that he had been gawking. He felt burning in his cheeks as he turned and closed the door. When he spun around, dropping his bag to the floor, he met his brother's hard gaze. Itachi looked away and Sasuke wondered if he had seen a light flush appear on his brother's face. He must have imagined it, because there was no way Itachi would ever blush, even if he had been caught staring.

 

“You can have the couch.” His brother ordered as he disappeared through a door, closing it tightly behind him.

 

Sasuke raised an eyebrow. Now that was interesting. Was his brother running away from the situation? He could have sworn that's exactly what had just happened but he kept it to himself. He made his way over to the furniture as he relieved himself of his sweater, placing it on the coffee table as he laid down. He waited for what seemed forever then Itachi came strolling back out. Sasuke bit the inside of his cheek to stop from smiling, knowing that his brother would be back.

 

Itachi stopped at the foot of the couch with a pillow in one hand and a blanket in the other. Sasuke watched as the older man's eyes glided over his body a flash of appreciation crossing them before they were cold again, landing back on his face. He raised an eyebrow at his brother as he fought back the smile that was threatening the corner of his lips. Itachi's eyes narrowed on him.

 

“I take back anything I've ever said about you not being a child. You apparently can't even dress yourself.” Itachi stated dispassionately, and then threw the pillow hard at Sasuke hitting the boy square in the face as he dropped the blanket on the boy's feet.

 

Sasuke growled as he pulled the pillow away and jumped to his feet ready for a fight. How dare his brother demean him? He would tell Itachi exactly what he thought about the man's asshole attitude. He stepped forward grabbing Itachi's arm in a hard grasp. Itachi turned to glare at him with a poisonous expression, but Sasuke pushed it aside.

 

“Okay, asshole. I realize that you are angry with me.”

 

“Anger doesn't even begin to cover what I feel for you.” Itachi hissed.

 

“Anyway, I said I was sorry. So get your head out of your ass and stop acting like a dick.” Sasuke spat.

 

“I bet you'd like that, wouldn't you?” Itachi answered with venom.

 

“Like what?” Sasuke asked, taken back by the question.

 

“My dick.” Itachi stated darkly as he moved closer to his little brother.

 

Sasuke was speechless to say the least. It was funny how Itachi always seemed to put him in these situations. This one was a little different though. Sasuke was very aroused by his brother's words and his face was blazing with a dark blush. He stared at his brother with his mouth opened as he tried to find the words to respond to such a thing.

 

“Is that what you want Sasuke?” Itachi moved forward again and Sasuke couldn't stop himself from stepping backwards in confusion. “For me to be buried deep inside your ass with my straining cock?” Itachi's voice had lowered an octave to a very menacing tone as he continued to stalk after Sasuke until he was left with nowhere to go as his back hit the wall. Itachi's body sank into his, the hot breath tickling the shell of his ear. “To feel me moving in and out of you until you are screaming my name in ecstasy.” Sasuke couldn't stop the moan that left his lips at the dirtiest words he had ever heard was spoken to him by the hottest man on the planet, by his own brother. “Is that what you want, Sasuke? To be fucked by your own brother?” Itachi demanded with a hard commanding voice.

 

Sasuke's eyes fell closed as the closeness of Itachi's body shut down all his thinking process. He knew the words were meant to shame him and make him feel dirty for having such tainted thoughts, but they did the exact opposite, they made him so fucking aroused it hurt. His hard erection pulsing painfully against the front of his tight jeans.

 

“Is it Sasuke?” Itachi snapped growing impatient with the delayed response to his questions.

 

“Yes.” Sasuke would have been ashamed if he hadn't been so fucking turned on at the moment.

 

Itachi seemed to stiffen against as if in surprise and then growled deep in his throat, the sound going straight to Sasuke's already aching cock. He prayed that Itachi would finally give him what he wanted. He needed to feel his brother deep inside him so badly. He had wanted this for a long time and now the wait was finally over.

 

“Well too bad.” His heart sank. “Because I would never dishonor the family crest by fucking my own brother.” Itachi snapped in a sinister voice before pushing away in disgust.

 

Sasuke looked utterly crestfallen as he watched his brother stalk back to his bedroom and slammed the door in finality. Sasuke sank to the floor calling Itachi every dirty name in the book. The fucking bastard! Who the hell did he think he was? Sasuke was going to make him eat those words. War had been declared and Sasuke would be damned if he was going to lose this battle.

 

TBC….

 

 

Kitty- Hellz fucking ya! You go Sasuke. Anyway, I'm completely happy with the way this is turning out. I almost want to make it more then a four part piece….maybe I'll write a sequel. *looks innocently at audience* anyway review and tell me what you think. Thanks.