Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Protect Me From What I Want ❯ Playing With Fire ( Chapter 2 )

Title: Protect Me from What I Want

Author: Sintari

Rating & Warnings (all chapters): NC-17; Uchihacest, dark, angst, yaoi, lemon, slight BDSM, blood

Pairings: ItaSasu, references to past OroSasu, any others t.b.a

Spoilers: Up to Issue #238 - the rest is the speculation of my warped imagination. I've also given Orochimaru the use of his arms.

Disclaimer: Is Itachi in every chapter and episode? No? Then I don't own Naruto.

Chapter 2 - Playing With Fire

Itachi wished he had thought to check the town for a more suitable whore before Sunetra and Kabuto had completed the seal that left them all trapped in Shimoda. Kenji was the right age - young - but he was much too tall. And with dark blonde hair, sun browned skin and hazel eyes, his coloring was the total opposite of the pale, dark haired, dark eyed boys Itachi usually preferred. Still - Itachi glanced lazily down at the tousled head bobbing in his lap - this one's technique was exemplary. Probably the result of being the only male whore in Shimoda.

Stroking Kenji's earlobe between his thumb and forefinger, Itachi thought back to the negotiations earlier that morning. Orochimaru drove a hard bargain, but so did Honori. No matter that all the cards seemed to be on their side of the table, Orochimaru was still refusing to resurrect the dead woman. Itachi and Kisame both agreed that he had some sort of ace in the hole.

Right before the day's negations had concluded, when they had all already stood up to leave, Honori had asked Orochimaru, "What exactly is it that you plan to do with Uchiha Sasuke?"

Itachi had ignored the veiled glances thrown his way at that question. No expression showed on face, but he was surprised that Honori had asked. Of course, any tidbit of information that Orochimaru might reveal at this crucial juncture could potentially provide them the opening they needed.

Orochimaru had just smirked at that. His trademark pallor seemed at odds on the spiky blond haired, powerfully built form he now possessed and Itachi realized with a start that Sasuke's own body would not have to change much at all to accommodate the Sound Leader's essence.

"I'll have him," Orochimaru had answered, though only after allowing a long moment to pass. His eyes had cut to Itachi before he continued. "I will have Sasuke-kun in every way possible. Mind…" His elongated tongue stretched out and sinuously lapped across his top lip. "Body…" the word dripped with venom. "And soul." With that, the amused sparkle in Orochimaru's dark eyes disappeared like the sun dipping below the horizon.

At that memory, Itachi realized that his hand was fisted in hair - hair of the wrong color - hard enough to pull a few strands out by the roots and that Kenji had stopped all motion. Flexing both hands, Itachi took a deep breath and then relaxed back against the headboard.

()()()()()

From a ramen stand across the street, Sasuke watched his brother leave the brothel with the same whore for the third evening in a row. He was in the process of formulating a plan in his mind when one of Orochimaru's lackeys approached, placing a hand on his shoulder near the curse seal. This was a little game they played. The other Sound ninjas pretended to defer to Sasuke and Sasuke pretended that he didn't fantasize about killing them in their sleep.

"He wants you, Sasuke-sama."

With a disgruntled snort, Sasuke turned on his heel and followed in his brother's tracks to the inn where all the negotiators had taken rooms. Needless to say, it was the only inn in town. This fact had made for some awkward confrontations in the halls but so far the "no fighting, no killing" rule had been strictly obeyed. Still Sasuke avoided the common room and the possibility of running into an Akatsuki by concentrating some chakra in his legs and leaping to Orochimaru's second floor balcony.

Orochimaru did not appear at all perturbed when Sasuke entered from an unexpected direction. There were no suites at the inn, but his Master had somehow managed to decorate his small room in imperial fashion. Sasuke imagined the lackeys scurrying all over the town procuring the lacquered table and the various calligraphy wall hangings. He looked around suspiciously, not using any pretense to hide the fact that he was looking for unusual bulges behind the curtains. Satisfied, he sat down on a cushion across the table from Orochimaru.

"Dine with me tonight, Sasuke-kun?" His Master hadn't waited. He was already worrying at some bits of boiled fish with his chopsticks.

"No, thank you. I've eaten," he replied blandly.

Orochimaru's chopsticks stopped in mid-twirl and a slow smile formed on his lips. Reaching one hand across the table to where Sasuke's forearms rested, he ran two fingers slowly down the inside of Sasuke's left wrist. "Come to bed," he said, enough like a question that they could both pretend it was a request.

The first time Orochimaru had laid hands on him, Sasuke had frozen. He had not drawn on his formidable ninjutsu skill, nor had he thought to try and run away. Even if he had not been paralyzed with fear, he would not have dared. He had laid perfectly still, hands by his sides and stared at the juncture where the wall of his room met the ceiling. And as it turned out, his chilly stillness had been enough to cool the Sound leader's ardor.

During the next few weeks, Orochimaru could not find the time to teach him the special jutsu that might possibly counter the Mangekyou Sharingan.

And in those long nights, Sasuke had frozen up, still as a statue again when Orochimaru came to him.

As the weeks passed, Orochimaru did not train him, and Sasuke did not respond to the touch of cold hands. And one morning, while counting the kunais in his pouch, Sasuke found that he was unable to conjure up the image of his mother's face.

The next night that Orochimaru darkened the doorway of his room Sasuke, from his position on this side facing away from the door, had said quietly "If you teach me the Mangekyou Sharingan counters I'll fuck you and make you believe it."

That night long-fingered hands cupped his balls and unbidden tears squeezed from the corners of Sasuke's eyes.

Orochimaru's shaft finally slipped through the taut ring of muscle, and glass shattered somewhere behind Sasuke's ribs.

Later, lying alone, sore and shivering beneath the blankets, Sasuke's befuddled mind could only grasp onto one thought. Now he possessed enough hatred.

()()()()()

Hair still damp from a romp in the springs, Sasuke waited to return to the common room until he was sure that most people in the village would be asleep. When they were children, his brother had rarely slept. Before that day it had been a comforting feeling knowing that his niisan was awake and ready to keep the monsters at bay. He mentally scoffed at that younger, trusting Sasuke. That child was dead. Strip this pretty mortal shell of its flesh and bone and all you would find now was the soul of an avenger.

An avenger who was currently being trailed by Itachi's pretty whore. The boy had been confused when Sasuke paid the price for a whole day and night, but hadn't yet touched him. Out of sheer bewilderment, he had slipped his hand between Sasuke's thighs as they sat in the hot spring. But Sasuke only responded to the questioning touch by gingerly removing the offending limb.

"When are we…?" Kenji had asked timidly.

Sasuke had been leaning back against the tub's edge, eyes closed to the steam.

The prostitute had thought he could see Sasuke's eyes cut toward him, even under the closed lids. "Tonight," he had said, soft enough that Kenji had to lean toward him through the steam. "After everyone is asleep."

Now everyone was asleep. Sasuke had brought Kenji to his private room and told him to rest. So far this had been the easiest money he had ever made. And he had been taught to fear easy money. Sasuke made him nervous, pacing around the room while the prostitute dozed fitfully. When Sasuke woke him with a nudge of his foot, Kenji noted that the sky was dyed the purple black of early dawn.

And Sasuke looked different. The drab over shirt and white shorts had been replaced with a cut-up mesh shirt, and skintight black fatigues slung low on his hips. A black bracelet, more like a long leather cord, criss-crossed its way up one slender arm, taking the place of the bandages that Sasuke usually wore there. He could also have sworn that Sasuke's eyes appeared larger and blacker than before. Was it eyeliner?

"Now?" Kenji asked and Sasuke merely nodded then stepped away from the futon, just beyond the lamplight.

"How… how do you want it?" he ventured. Sasuke's strange silence was beginning to make him nervous. Itachi was a man of few words as well, but at least he always made sure Kenji knew what he wanted. One way or another.

"Come on," Sasuke jerked his head toward the door and padded out into the hall. For the first time, Kenji noticed that his patron was barefoot. Stretching, he adjusted his own scant clothing and followed.

Kenji's eyes widened a bit when Sasuke stopped before a door that he knew well. Itachi's door. But Sasuke did not knock or try the knob. He merely stood in front of it for a long instant and then continued down the hall to the inn's common room. Predictably, for this late hour, the room was entirely empty. The fire had burned down to a mere glow, casting the already dreary room in shadow, and Sasuke threw another log on, jostling it pensively with a poker until the flames began to lick at the wood.

Several worn chairs and couches were grouped around the fireplace, their faded beauty just another testament to the town's former grandeur. Kenji, unsure, hovered beside one of the couches, wondering for the thousandth time that day why Sasuke had bought him. If rumors were to be trusted, the boy was his own age, and it was obvious that he was marred with none of the imperfections or awkwardness of adolescence. Kenji's practiced eye had noted the way men and women appraised the dark-haired boy out of the corner of their eyes or over their sake cups. And now, with half of his face wreathed in firelight and half in shadow, he was absolutely breathtaking. He did not realize he was staring until one glittering eye - the one in shadow - met his own.

"These men pay good money to fuck you, don't they?" The voice was the same, bland, bored, even though this was the first question Sasuke had asked him all day.

Kenji found that he could only nod. Sasuke's eyes scanned up and down his body and suddenly the young prostitute found that he was clutching the back of the couch to support his watery knees.

"Do you ever get to fuck them?"

Brows furrowing, Kenji shook his head.

Sasuke finally turned away from the fire, and began to saunter toward him, their eyes locked. This was the way the rabbit must feel beneath the paralyzing gaze of the snake. Except Kenji was pretty sure the cornered rabbit would not sport a bourgeoning hard-on.

Sasuke had closed the distance between them now. Their faces were inches apart, though their bodies did not touch. Kenji felt his eyes drawn to the full pink lips, dazedly watching them form the carefully articulated words, "Do you want to fuck me?"

Though their locked gaze never broke, Sasuke cocked his head to the side, waiting for his response. For the first time all day, the younger Uchiha actually appeared interested in his answer. Disappointing himself, Kenji could only nod slightly. And with a start he realized that he was not just playing his assigned role. He was telling the truth.

"Good," was all Sasuke said, accentuating the single word with an arrogant smirk. Lifting one slender hand to cup Kenji's cheek, his patron leaned in until his lips were only millimeters from Kenji's ear. "Then pretend we're putting on a show," he breathed. "And we have to make it good. Follow my lead." Then, without warning, before he could think, or question, or respond, Kenji felt Sasuke's tongue begin to trace the shell of his ear. Surprised, he cast about wildly for something to hold on to, his hands ending up circling Sasuke's slender hips. The black pants rode so low… he did not stop himself from rubbing the pads of his thumbs against the peaked triangles of Sasuke's hipbones. Many of his other patrons liked him responsive, and truthfully, this time it was no trouble. No, it was no trouble at all to throw his head back in ecstasy when a dexterous tongue traced a path from his ear, across his jaw line and down to his neck, Sasuke's mouth latching onto the point where his pulse beat just under the skin and then sucking roughly enough to leave a brilliant purple mark in the morning. All the while, Sasuke's hands had slid down his back to cup his ass. Remembering his instructions, Kenji did the same, the action causing their erections to grind together. The prostitute felt the curve of lips against his neck as a satisfied voice purred, "You do want to fuck me."

After a few more moments, Sasuke broke their clutch then took Kenji by the wrist, leading him to the center of the room, closer to the fire. They were also now in full-view of anyone who happened to be wandering the halls at night. He did not get many exhibitionists. Most chose to fuck him clandestinely in his room back at the brothel, or occasionally, to surreptitiously sneak him into one of the rooms at the inn. Never before had he serviced a client in a place where there was so much danger of being caught. That, coupled with the charisma of this particular client had Kenji's cock stiffening painfully against his too-tight shorts.

What Sasuke did next did not help matters. Placing both palms flat against his chest, Sasuke rubbed both hands down his shirt, then, reaching his waist, slipped both hands beneath the thin material. Sasuke traced the same path he had come down only underneath Kenji's shirt this time and taking the ends of the fabric up with him inch by agonizing inch. Thumbs grazed over both of his nipples at the same time and Kenji felt them both harden into sharp relief against the flat plane of his chest as they were exposed to the air. Snakelike, Sasuke latched onto to the left nub, licking circles with his tongue, purposefully avoiding the sweet center, teasing him. Flushed with pleasure, Kenji could not think of a thing to do other than entwine his fingers in thick blue-black hair.

"Good," he felt more than heard Sasuke's whisper against his bare chest. Agile tongue still at work, Sasuke slowly raised Kenji's shirt, standing fully up again only to slip the material over Kenji's head. Sasuke then took a step back and languidly raised his own arms over his head, staring at the prostitute with unreadable dark eyes. Taking his cue again, Kenji reached out and tugged the sheer mesh - such a tiny shirt, it was more a scrap really - up pale slender arms and over spiky hair. Now they both stood in front of the fire, Sasuke only in those form-fitting pants, Kenji only in shorts. They regarded one another before Sasuke closed the gap between them again, this time aiming for Kenji's lips. At the last second, he veered to the side and Kenji felt the cool press of Sasuke's cheek against his inflamed one. He was disappointed. For once in his short life, he wouldn't have minded that wet joining of mouths that so many of his clients seemed to find erotic. Instead though, what he got was a whisper in his ear. It was the same bland voice, but Kenji thought he could detect a hint of huskiness that had been absent before. "I'm going to suck your cock now."

What could he do? Kenji nodded his wordless assent. Sasuke paid him no mind though. He had already flowed bonelessly to his knees before the prostitute. Kenji hesitantly placed his hands on Sasuke's shoulders, waiting for his beautiful patron to unzip him, but Sasuke was taking his time. Not even using his hands, he nuzzled between Kenji's legs, the underside of his balls, like a cat. Then his pink tongue was out, licking the fabric of the shorts, the barrier that separated him from Kenji's throbbing cock.

Impatiently, Kenji's hands flew to his zipper, but Sasuke - quick enough to remind Kenji that his sexy client was also a shinobi - caught him by the wrists and place both hands back on his shoulders. Shifting a little, Sasuke's tongue moved to his stomach, occasionally dipping to the sensitive skin below the waistband of his shorts. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of torture, sharp white teeth gripped the edge of his fly and he felt a moment of taut pressure and then release as the button popped free. Looking down, Kenji watched as Sasuke took the zipper between his teeth and pulled. Still with no hands, Sasuke manipulated the fabric until Kenji's throbbing cock finally sprang free of its prison. For a moment it hovered there between them, until Kenji, abandoning all thoughts of money and clients, nudged himself against full sensuous lips.

Smirking, Sasuke opened his mouth and simply breathed. The heat on his cock, coupled with the warmth from the fire behind him, made Kenji stagger a little so that he had to plant his feet more firmly to brace. Finally deigning to use his hands, Sasuke reached around him and cupped the backs of his thighs in a deceptively strong grip. Confident once again that he could keep his feet, Kenji watched, entranced, as Sasuke's tongue flicked out again, this time starting at the base of his cock and licking a straight line up his perfectly vertical shaft. He lapped at the slit, seeming to savor the copious precome that Kenji had generated.

For an instant, Sasuke tilted his head back to look up at him. Their eyes met and, holding his gaze, Sasuke repeated the same action, this time letting a small moan escape the back of his throat. Gasping, Kenji had to tighten his grip on the slim shoulders until he was sure he would snap the other boy's collar bones. But Sasuke did not seem to notice, instead finally engulfing his cock in one downward motion.

Kenji had to cry out. He knew he shouldn't, that it might wake someone up, but he couldn't help himself. In response, Sasuke only took him deeper, increasing the tempo of his ministrations until it was almost too much.

"I'm gonna…" Kenji groaned, and he felt one of Sasuke's hands leave his thigh and grip the base of his cock. Kenji opened his eyes and saw his own hands helplessly fisted in blue-black hair as the owner of that hair sucked his cock as if all his life depended on it. Sasuke upped the tempo one more time and Kenji felt the tell-tale throb in his groin. Sasuke must have felt it too because he removed his mouth and, throwing his head back, pumped at Kenji's cock. Strands of come jetted out to land on Sasuke's face, some hitting his nose and entering his open mouth. The pale tracks of fluid clinging to that even paler face made for the most erotic sight Kenji had ever witnessed in his life. Sasuke sat there on his knees with his head thrown back, a moment longer before opening his eyes. Much to Kenji's shock, he swabbed two fingers through the come on his cheek, then placed them both in his mouth. Holding the prostitute's gaze again, Sasuke took his time about sucking the pearly threads off of his fingers.

Kenji would have thought that it wouldn't be possible to stir again after such an intense orgasm, but to his surprise, his cock remained semi-erect. Still wobbly-kneed, he staggered to a couch and flopped down. Sasuke remained on his knees on the floor, black eyes glittering eerily in the firelight. Kenji suddenly felt very exposed in just his shorts, his cock peeking out of his unzipped fly.

Instinctually remembering the warmth of the fire, Kenji reached up to wipe a rivulet of sweat from his brow. Or maybe it wasn't the flames that caused his perspiration… His eyes automatically shifted back to Sasuke, who had shifted to all fours, and was crawling toward him.

"Sweet Kami," Kenji croaked, only belatedly realizing that he was speaking aloud. In seconds, Sasuke was standing before him, his crotch inches from Kenji's mouth as he slumped exhaustedly on the low couch. Now this he could understand. But, a small voice in the back of his head, one that urged him to take his own pleasure reminded him… hadn't Sasuke said that Kenji could fuck him?

Wordlessly, with the same distant, opaque look on his face that he had worn the whole evening, Sasuke stood before him and unbuttoned the tight black pants, deftly slipping them down slender hips to reveal a rigid cock, smooth white thighs and endlessly long pale legs. Despite his release only moments ago, Kenji already felt himself stirring again. And when Sasuke wrapped his fingers around the waistband of his shorts and tugged gently, Kenji arched his hips to assist. Sasuke straddled him then, and Kenji realized that he had dipped his hand into a bowl on the side table. A bowl of oil. One hand coated and glistening, Sasuke lubricated Kenji's length before smearing the remainder down his own smooth chest.

Not a word had been spoken between them since this began except for Sasuke's vibrato humming around his cock and Kenji's exhalations of ecstasy, so he was surprised when Sasuke, still astride his lap, began to speak in a breathless voice. "Oh gods Kenji, I need your cock so bad. Fuck me."

When Kenji looked at him, speechless, Sasuke practically purred. "Do you want to see your cock ramming into my ass or not?" With that, he got up and circled the couch, then leaned over, bracing on the sturdy frame with both hands.

Kenji followed like an extremely well trained puppy, then hesitantly gripped Sasuke's hip with one hand.

"Do you want me to…?"

"I'm ready." Sasuke said throatily. "Do it, Kenji. Fuck me."

Kenji was still hesitant, using one hand to press his cock against the tight ring of muscle. He planned to go slowly, the way he appreciated his patrons doing it, but as soon as his head was fully ensconced, Sasuke surprised him by thrusting backward sharply. With a too-loud moan, Kenji felt his cock encased in velvety tightness and his eyes were closed and it felt so goddamn good and Sasuke was so tight and he was falling and falling…

()()()()()

Sasuke forced another moan as soon as he felt the whore's cock fully inside him. It took all of his self-control to refrain from sneaking a glance into the dark hall. The suspense over whether he had succeeded in his mission was eating at him, but he knew that if he was, and if he looked… Kenji gave a particularly powerful thrust and Sasuke opened his mouth partially, carefully making sure that his eyelids drooped sexily. "Oh! Gods! Yes!" he rasped, just for good measure.

And then his ears detected it. Just a ghost of a sound. Even then he was smart enough to know that if he heard a sound his older brother made, it was because he was meant to hear it. If he were to turn his head just a little to the right and meet blood red eyes, it was because he was meant to see them. So instead, Sasuke strained under Kenji's touch, throwing his head back so that the corded muscles on his neck leapt into sharp definition.

He was writhing against the whore when he heard it again. It was louder this time and he knew he could not pretend to ignore it. So he turned languidly, his mouth shaped into the "O" of a moan, his eyes, which had bled into the Sharingan, slitted with feigned desire for a whore's rough touch.

Itachi stood in the hallway, statue still. His cloaked body was a mere silhouette topped by burning red eyes. Sasuke readied himself, prepared, even with a cock reaming his ass, to take anything Itachi threw at him with the Mangekyou. But his brother just watched him with impassive eyes. Impassive eyes that, Sasuke noted with an inner smirk, were a fraction wider than normal as Itachi watched his little brother take it like a man. Sasuke held the gaze for a long moment and, to his glee, Itachi looked away first. Red eyes then drifted lazily down his body, making Sasuke feel as if he were being memorized. Momentarily Itachi finished his inspection and leaned lazily against the hallway wall, as if waiting.

For what? More of the show? He would be happy to oblige.

Bringing his right hand to his mouth, Sasuke stuck out his tongue and began slicking his fingers with saliva, sucking each digit slowly before moving on to the next. His brother looked on, silent. Kenji, above him, remained mindlessly lost in sensation.

Arching his back, Sasuke took his cock into his lubricated hand and began to slowly stroke it. Daring to look back into his older brother's eyes, he was shocked to find the black tomoes of the Sharingan dissolving into the red. Most shocking of all, Itachi had raised one hand, plum colored nails hovering somewhere near his heart, as if in the middle of an aborted gesture. The younger Uchiha imagined he could hear his brother's breathing over Kenji's and his own heavy pants. Triumphant, Sasuke's inner smirk grew wider.

Now I have your undivided attention.

Sasuke dared to hold his brother's gaze as he felt his own orgasm rising within him. His hand pumped faster as he curiously watched red slowly dissolve back into the black eyes of the niisan he had once held so dear. For this instant, at least, he was in no danger of being pulled into the world of Tsukiyomi. He had counted on that. There was something else he hadn't counted on, though, but it was easily ignored - at least in his waking hours. If his body was a weapon and nothing more, then why did his cock harden painfully when Itachi brought one fingertip to his mouth and thoughtfully traced his lower lip? Later that night, Sasuke would not allow himself to wonder why, when Itachi, eyes still boring into his own, had slipped one finger between parted lips and bit at it pensively, he had come harder than he ever had in his entire life.

He would never, ever think of how, this time, it was he - not Kenji - who cried out. The noise did seem to trigger the whore, though, and a second later Sasuke felt the evidence of the boy's second orgasm of the evening trickle down wetly down his thigh.

"Whore," a flat voice intoned from the hallway before Kenji could even stop shuddering. Sasuke felt Kenji jerk, and then fingers inadvertently dug into his hips. Sasuke scowled inwardly. That would leave bruises. It was one of the drawbacks of naturally pale skin.

"Itachi-san!"

In his peripheral vision, Sasuke saw Kenji dive for his shorts and pull them on, as if he had been caught picking the older Uchiha's pocket instead of performing a service that had been bought and paid for.

Sasuke had carefully monitored Itachi's every move as he stepped out of the hallway and to the spot in front of the fire where Sasuke had knelt before Kenji.

Ignoring him, Itachi focused on the prostitute. The prostitute who was actually, to Sasuke's surprise, blushing. He had thought "blushing prostitute" was an oxymoron like "shinobi retirement community."

"Are you finished with your previous client now?" Itachi continued smoothly, as if Kenji hadn't just been madly scrambling for cover. The slight emphasis on the word "client" did not escape Sasuke.

Kenji hesitantly turned toward Sasuke, who was still naked and had not yet moved from the spot behind the couch where he had allowed the whore to fuck him. The younger Uchiha nodded impassively at the unspoken question.

Itachi still watched Kenji patiently, seemingly unaware of Sasuke's answer. "Y…Yes," Kenji said aloud, glancing back and forth between the brothers. It was uncanny, two pairs of emotionless black eyes seemed to pin him to the spot. When the deafening silence continued on he felt compelled to add, "D-Do you require me, Itachi-san?"

The slightest inclination of Itachi's head answered his question and Sasuke, still unmoving, did not bother to hide the fact that he was watching as Kenji stepped forward and deftly began unbuttoning his brother's cloak. Seeming to sense his gaze, Kenji turned around to face him. In his hand he held the tattered mesh shirt. "Sasuke-san? Do you want…?" But Itachi took the scrap of cloth from him before he could complete the sentence. Both younger boys watched as the older Uchiha brought the fragment up to his nose and - his eyes narrowing to slits - inhaled deeply.

Sasuke felt his heart still for a moment. He told himself that this was because his plan was working.

Without looking, Itachi tossed the mesh to Sasuke, who, anticipating a hidden smoke bomb or blinding powder, sidestepped. The shirt hit the floor harmlessly and Sasuke looked up in time to see his brother's lips curve into a tiny smirk.

Or maybe the plan was not going as well as he thought. Not to be outdone, Sasuke stepped around the couch so that he was in full view of his brother and Kenji, had Kenji not been carefully folding Itachi's Akatsuki cloak and draping it over an overstuffed armchair. Sasuke bent to pick up his black fatigues and casually pulled them on, all the while carefully resisting the temptation to look and see if his older brother was still watching him. Shirtless still, he then languidly stretched out another of the couches. Itachi had watched him with Kenji. Quid pro quo.

Without sparing Sasuke a glance, Itachi reached out, cupped Kenji's face in his hand, and then took a step closer to the fire. As if he had been given a verbal command, Kenji dropped to his knees in front of the older Uchiha and began to nuzzle his crotch through the his pants in a manner quite familiar to Sasuke, considering he had done the same to Kenji less than an hour before. So Itachi had watched them the entire time. For some reason, the thought caused a stir in his groin and he was suddenly very glad he had put the pants back on.

Sasuke's attention was drawn back to Kenji, who was now unzipping Itachi with his teeth. Irritatingly, the tousled blond hair blocked his view of the action and Sasuke found himself fruitlessly shifting on the couch to find a better angle. After a few minutes, Kenji adjusted the pace to an expertly quick level, and Sasuke's gaze did not waver as his brother threw his head back so that the long ponytail brushed the small of his back. At the pivotal moment, Kenji fell away and Sasuke had a full view of his brother taking his cock into his own hand and pumping his come all over Kenji's face and messy hair. If he could have seen through Itachi's eyes at that moment, he would have been scandalized to find his own lips slightly parted, his own hand hovering near the erection that strained against the too-tight fatigues.

Less than an hour ago, it had been him on his knees in front of the fireplace, lacy filaments of come smearing his cheeks.

Nobody watched Kenji gracefully employ a handkerchief to clean himself. Itachi's eyes were on Sasuke's two fingers as they trailed down his cheek and into his mouth, reminding his older brother of his earlier actions, and maybe, just maybe, making an offer. Alternatively, Sasuke's eyes were fixed on Itachi's cock, his own already stiffening a second time.

In the stillness, Kenji seemed to be the only one who didn't know what was coming next. From his position opposite them, Sasuke watched Itachi walk around the same couch that Kenji had bent Sasuke over, lazily trailing his finger over the faded flower-pattern upholstery. Catching on soon enough, a shaky Kenji bent over the couch back, taking Sasuke's former place.

Sasuke watched Itachi drag his fingers through the bowl of oil that still sat innocuously on the side table and knew with certainty that if his older brother used lubrication it was only for his own pleasure and never for his partner's. From his position opposite, Sasuke could not see his brother coat his length, but he did watch as Itachi wiped his hand off on Kenji's bare back as if the boy were a dishrag.

Sasuke knew that his brother was inside the whore when Kenji's eyes squeezed shut. Itachi reached forward and - grasping Kenji's messy hair - pulled his head back until the younger Uchiha could see tears glistening among tawny eyelashes. All the while, though, Itachi's eyes were fixed on Sasuke. Testing again, the younger Uchiha palmed his erection through the tight pants and cheered inwardly when his brother corresponded by upping the tempo of his movements behind the whore. Then Itachi's eyes narrowed and Sasuke knew without a doubt that his brother was about to climax.

This would be the perfect time to lodge a kunai in the hollow of his brother's throat.

Sasuke's hand was back on his own cock, and he wasn't sure if this was because he was one step closer to his goal or because his brother emitted a low, husky groan as he came.