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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Naruto
  Relationship:
      Uchiha_Itachi/Uchiha_Sasuke
  Character:
      Uchiha_Itachi, Uchiha_Sasuke
  Additional Tags:
      PWP, Shota, Hand_Jobs, Nipple_Play, Mentions_of_Shisui/Itachi, Incest,
      Uchiha_Incest, Uchihacest
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-12-22 Words: 3803
****** Junketsu ******
by judarchan
Summary
     It was now or never, Itachi thought to himself.
Notes
     Set before the Uchiha Massacre~
      
     Disclaimer: I don't own anything besides my own writing nor do I make
     any money off of my stories - all rights belong to the respective
     owners
     *This is a work of fiction - I do not condone sexual activity
     involving children in real life*
     Constructive criticism is always appreciated!
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Midnight found twelve-year-old Itachi Uchiha padding along the dark hallway of
the second floor, a frown marring his pretty face. He didn't exactly know why
he was there, or rather, he refused to acknowledge the real reason why he was
creeping outside Sasuke's bedroom instead of being asleep. He knew he was about
to make the worst mistake of his short life, but this wasn't enough to make him
desist.
He had to do it, or he'd lose his mind sooner or later.
Itachi was still at war with himself when he halted in front of his brother's
door and, unable to come to terms with his conscience, he took a deep breath
and slid the shoji open to peek inside.
His eyes were immediately drawn to Sasuke's sleeping form, and he felt an
adoring smile grace his pale lips.
Oh, how he loved his precious otouto.
He loved him more than anything else in the world. More than their parents,
more than their clan, more than the village. He was everything to him.
Then why was Itachi so ashamed of himself? He simply wished to show his little
brother how much he cared about him. What was wrong with that?
He just wanted to touch him and kiss him and hold him and make sure he never
left his side.
Because Sasuke was his.
The mere thought of someone else laying their hands on his precious otouto was
enough to erase any tinge of guilt he may have felt.
With a resolute look on his face he slipped quietly inside the room. The
youngest Uchiha's rhythmic breathing led Itachi through the darkness until he
got to the futon where his brother was sleeping. He crouched down, taking in
the peaceful expression Sasuke wore, and the eldest couldn't help but reach out
and gently brush a few raven strands out of his adorable face. The child
stirred, tiny nose wrinkling ever so slightly, but he didn't wake.
It was now or never, Itachi thought to himself.
Trying to ignore the butterflies in his stomach he placed a kiss to Sasuke's
forehead, straightening just in time to see his brother's eyelids flutter open,
fine brows furrowed in confusion.
"Nii-san?" Croaked Sasuke, sitting up and rubbing at his eyes sleepily.
"Yes otouto, it's me." Came Itachi's hushed reply.
"What are you doing here, nii-san?"
"I need to talk to you." The eldest stood up and walked over to the window,
opening the curtains a bit more so that the room was now bathed in the cold,
grey light of the moon. Sasuke followed his brother's movements with curious
eyes, expectantly waiting for him to continue, any trace of sleep completely
vanished from his features. Itachi spoke only when he was once again kneeling
beside the child, reaching out to lace his fingers with Sasuke's.
"Do you trust me, otouto?" The older boy's heart was hammering in his chest,
but his voice didn't waver.
"Of course I do, nii-san!" The youngest Uchiha replied without hesitation.
"Then... Will you let me try something?"
A few seconds passed, and then Sasuke nodded. Itachi could see the sudden
uncertainty in the child's gaze, and for a moment he considered the option of
leaving and never try to act on his sick obsession ever again.
"What is it, nii-san?" A thin voice pulled him out of his thoughts.
No, he couldn't back out now.
He brought himself closer to his little brother, hands now resting on either of
the child's shoulders, and without saying a word he pushed forward until Sasuke
was once again lying on the downy mattress. The other didn't protest, but
simply looked up at Itachi questioningly as the older boy carefully straddled
his narrow hips and regarded him like he was some sort of rare jewel.
Itachi cupped Sasuke's round face, gently running his thumb along one soft
cheekbone before letting it brush against his plush lower lip. He then carded
his fingers through the feathery strands of the child's hair, earning a slight
shiver from the young boy beneath him.
In the semidarkness of the bedroom, the youngest Uchiha seemed even more
delicate than usual, his milky skin looking almost ethereal in the moonlight.
“You are so beautiful.” Itachi murmured reverently, before lowering his mouth
until it was right above the smaller one. He looked once more into the innocent
irises that kept staring at him with an indefinable emotion in them, and then
he gently pressed his lips to the child's plush, supple ones. Sasuke let out a
strangled mewl, eyes now wide and alarmed, but surprisingly he didn't pull
away.
That first, almost imperceptible sound was enough to make Itachi's cock twitch
in its confines.
The younger boy's lips were warm and dry against his, and unbelievably soft,
just like he had imagined in all his fantasies.
Perfect.
His perfect little brother.
The eldest tried to be as gentle as he possibly could when he moved his mouth
upon the child's, careful not to startle him, but after a few seconds he
noticed that Sasuke was holding his breath. Ending their chaste kiss with one
final peck, Itachi softly whispered in his ear;
“Breathe, otouto.”
The child exhaled slowly before speaking, his lower lip trembling slightly.
"Nii-san, what are you doing?" Sasuke's voice was barely audible, as if he was
scared of upsetting the older boy.
"Just let me, Sasuke. I won't hurt you." Replied Itachi reassuringly, though he
was mostly trying to convince himself that he wasn't doing anything wrong.
He was simply showing his dear otouto how much he loved him.
Before shame could take hold of him, the eldest kissed his brother again, but
this time he carefully opened his mouth just enough to let the very tip of his
tongue run along the seam of the child's pliant lips.
Sasuke was visibly tense at first, but instead of stopping, Itachi stroked his
hair soothingly and soon the youngest released a sigh and let his brother's
warm, wet tongue gently move against his own. The eldest cupped his cheek once
more, slowly deepening the kiss, while his other hand went up to slide the
boy's grey yukata off of one pale shoulder. Sasuke's bright eyes closed on
their own accord when the eldest ended the kiss and immediately lowered his
head to latch his lips to his milky throat, a breathy whimper filling the room.
Itachi lightly nibbled at the soft skin, delicately sucking at the reddish
marks that were beginning to bloom along the child's neck, until he finally
reached the exposed shoulder. He mouthed the smooth, warm flesh and left a
trail of wet kisses along one fragile collarbone.
Sasuke tasted like innocence. Like freshly fallen snow, clean and pure and
untouched.
Perfect.
Itachi realised he was trembling - he didn't know if it was with anticipation
or nervousness - only when his fingers tried to undo his brother's obi. It took
him a few tries, but soon the silky fabric of the yukata fell open to reveal a
second shoulder and a lissom chest.
“You are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.” Whispered Itachi in awe, his
gaze finally settling onto two tiny nipples. The eldest placed a palm on the
boy's sternum, feeling his small heart pound against his ribcage, and then
kissed him lightly on the mouth again, brushing his thumb against one rosy nub
in the meantime.
The tiniest of moans escaped Sasuke's lips, and his spine instinctively arched
off the mattress, a look of confused arousal lighting his irises. Satisfied
with the reaction, Itachi flicked his nipple again, harder this time, another
mewl leaving the youngest's throat. The other hand soon joined in and, in a
matter of seconds, both tender nubs were brought to full hardness. While Sasuke
was lost in the foreign sensations of being touched this way by his brother,
Itachi bent down and flicked one perky bud with the tip of his tongue.
Immediately the child's eyes shot open, and a rather embarrassing squeal
inadvertently rose from him.
“Relax, otouto.” Said Itachi against his breastbone, his breath ghosting over
the damp skin. Returning to his task, he suckled on one sensitive nipple while
lightly pinching the other, earning another yelp from Sasuke when he bit gently
on the pink nub.
“N-Nii-san...” Whined the child, bringing a small hand up to grip the eldest's
shoulder. "...What are you doing?" Itachi hushed him, running his fingers
soothingly along Sasuke's sides, his mouth still meticulously worshipping the
boy's slight chest.
The eldest Uchiha was hopelessly torn between two mindsets: he was horribly
ashamed of himself, for he felt like he was somehow taking advantage of Sasuke,
but he was also determined to put to practice what Shisui had taught him. He
desperately wanted the child to know just how deep Itachi's love for him ran.
A single look at the other's flushed face was enough for Itachi to forget once
again how wrong this whole situation was. So he lavished his little brother
with open-mouthed kisses, slowly moving downwards, and soon he got to the dip
of the child's stomach where the thin ribs connected to form Sasuke's slender
torso. He laved the skin there, marvelling once more at how warm and soft it
was. His hands went up to rest just below either armpit, thumbs rubbing the
tiny nipples whilst his tongue shallowly thrusted inside the boy's navel.
“Nii-san...” Sasuke breathed again, looking at the eldest with glazed eyes.
Itachi simply continued his ministrations and soon reached the waistband of
Sasuke's silken black undergarments. He ran his fingers along the child's
feminine hips, his flat abdomen, his slightly protruding hipbones, getting to
his narrow waist again, and bending down to lick a stripe across the patch of
skin right above the dark fabric of the boy's breeches. Sasuke gasped once
more, and Itachi found himself baffled at the sensitiveness of his brother's
small, virgin body. He still couldn't believe he was going to be the first one
to see that unearthly beautiful child come apart in his arms.
He felt his heart ready to burst at the thought.
The eldest inched down more, his hands still around Sasuke's slight waist,
until he got to his brother's clothed groin. He placed another kiss just below
his navel, inhaling the warm scent, and finally he brought his lips down to
brush against the soft layers of silk that concealed Sasuke's member. Itachi
smiled faintly when he felt the little, half hard cock twitch in response, a
gasp coming from the child's throat. The older boy nuzzled his crotch and
rubbed his tiny, pink nipples at the same time, another whimper leaving
Sasuke's petal lips. Slowly Itachi traced the outline of his otouto's erection
with the tip of his tongue, wetting the light fabric of his underwear and
earning a broken moan.
“Itachi-nii-san...” Sasuke breathed, arching his delicate spine and trying to
press his groin up against his brother's face without really knowing why.
“Hush, Sasuke.” The boy replied, eyes gleaming with delight at his otouto's
sudden wantonness. He was certain that the child didn't know what was really
going on, but for some sick reason, his innocence turned him on even more than
Sasuke's whimpers did.
He mouthed the damp silk a bit more, the hands on his shoulders continuously
clenching and releasing their grip. After one final, moist kiss, Itachi raised
his head and hooked his thumbs on the waistband of Sasuke's shorts, gently
tugging them down inch by inch. He took his time, gradually slipping the fabric
down to reveal more pale, soft skin, until he freed the child's small, hard
length and the delicate sac beneath it. Itachi let his hands travel down the
creamy, smooth thighs, sliding the silken underwear off. Instinctively, Sasuke
lifted his soft rump to help the eldest undress him, fingers skimming along
graceful calves, thin ankles, dainty feet, and finally the garment was out of
the way, leaving the lithe body completely exposed. Itachi sat back, eyes
roaming his brother's childish figure and finally settling on the comely hips
pressed down to the mattress, the milky legs spread to reveal the boy's little
member resting against his pelvis, the pink tip peeking from the delicate
foreskin.
Gorgeous.
“Nii-san... don't... look at me like that...” Whispered Sasuke, turning his
head to one side and covering his eyes with one slender forearm.
“But you are so pretty, otouto.” Itachi said leaning down again and capturing
Sasuke's supple lips with his own, entwining his elegant fingers with the
younger boy's smaller ones.
"My beautiful baby brother..." The eldest murmured against the child's mouth
before pulling away from the kiss. He caressed the youngest's flushed cheek
with one hand, then traced the delicate line of his neck and inched further
down, following the dip of his brother's stomach, at last resting two digits
just above the head of Sasuke's small, rigid length. Narrow hips bucked up on
their own accord and eyes fluttered shut, a breathy whine escaping plush lips
when Itachi rubbed the velvety skin lightly. He gently scraped his blunt nail
along the tiny slit and then moved downwards to tease the thin foreskin. Like
the eldest had predicted, the child wasn't old enough to produce any sort of
natural lubricant, his hard length hot and dry against the pad of his finger.
The older boy smiled tenderly and removed his hand, reaching out to retrieve
the slender vial of scented oil he had brought with him.
Sasuke squirmed at the loss of contact - he didn't know what he wanted exactly,
his inexperienced body not used to these foreign feelings, but the only thing
he was certain of was that he didn't want his brother to stop touching him. He
watched with a confused look on his face as Itachi poured a generous amount of
oil on his upturned palm, slicking it up.
“Nii-san... What are you doing?” The child inquired in no more than a whisper.
“You'll see, otouto.” Replied Itachi with a knowing smile, onyx eyes gleaming
in the candlelight. With his clean hand, the boy delicately parted his little
brother's lean legs a bit more, bending them at the knee and comfortably
settling in between them. The eldest traced with one elegant finger one of
Sasuke's jutting hipbones, dragging it further down until he reached the soft
inside of one creamy thigh. He briefly rested it on the ligament that connected
the leg with the pelvis, and then he inched up, brushing it against the child's
tender sac. Itachi massaged him lightly, adding one digit at a time, until he
was cupping him in his wet palm. Travelling past the soft testicles, he
encircled the boy's arousal with his thumb and forefinger. Once again Sasuke
inhaled sharply, hands blindly searching for his brother. Itachi obliged,
carding his clean fingers through the silky hair, and entwined them with the
child's little ones soon after. The digits around the small, hard cock remained
still though, and Sasuke found himself squirming, an unknown desire igniting
his blood.
“Nii-san...” He whined, trying to give voice to his confused feelings. “I... I
need... I need it... I need... something... please... make it better...” The
youngest whimpered at last. He felt very hot all over, and his tummy gave an
odd clench every time his brother gently squeezed his shaft. The boy didn't
know if he liked it, didn't know if he wanted to get away from the hand or not,
and he was starting to get progressively more frustrated, wriggling his hips to
try and ease some of that weird ache in his nether regions.
“I know, otouto, I know.” Itachi started moving the two fingers he had
encircled the little erection with, and soon he reached the flushed tip. He
tightened his grasp just below it, carefully sliding down the foreskin and
leaving the rosy head completely exposed. Sasuke gave a quiet sob, spreading
his milky thighs even more and burying his face in the crook of his elbow.
Itachi skidded his hand down experimentally towards the base of the child's
small length, adding his three remaining fingers around it.
He really hoped he was doing this right. After all, he had only done it a few
times to himself and once with Shisui - he wasn't exactly an expert in the
field.
A soft whine distracted Itachi from his musings, and that was enough to have
him resume his strokes, palm now moving delicately up and down Sasuke's member.
The eldest dipped down, kissing his way up until he latched his lips to the
boy's chest. Propping himself on one elbow he started suckling at the sweet,
warm skin and smiled inwardly at the mewls that spilled from the child's gaping
mouth. The youngest arched his back, pressing his slender chest against his
brother's face when Itachi bit his nipple again and tweaked the other between
his fingers.
Sasuke started panting, letting out a high-pitched mewl every time he exhaled.
He was feeling very strange, breathless, as if his little lungs weren't able to
provide sufficient oxygen to his body, and he couldn't concentrate on anything
else except his brother's touches. There was an odd, tightening coil in his
lower stomach, a growing pressure that was making his skin feel too hot, like
he was on fire. That weird sensation was still there - he knew he needed
something, but he really didn't know what it was, and he couldn't stop the
whines that fell continuously from his parted lips.
"Nii-san... Please..." Sasuke's fingers tangled in his brother's silky hair,
pulling it in frustration.
Itachi didn't answer, he simply raised his head from the child's heaving chest,
and raptly observed as he slowly but inexorably came apart in his arms. It was
the most arousing thing he had ever seen - better than any fantasy he'd played
with at night when he couldn't sleep.
Itachi realized he had started rubbing himself through his pants only when a
quiet moan made its way out of his own mouth, but strangely he didn't feel
ashamed.
He guessed he was too far gone to care.
The only thing that existed to him in that moment was Sasuke. His precious baby
brother, his beloved otouto, whose features were now distorted with confused
pleasure. The knowledge that he was the reason the child had that expression on
his face made Itachi speed up the movements on Sasuke's member, his own hips
desperately canting upwards against his hand. More needy sounds fell from both
boys' mouths, and all of a sudden everything was too much. With a strangled cry
of Sasuke's name, the eldest spent himself in his breeches, eyes screwed shut
and head thrown back.
Despite the incredible effort it took him, he managed to keep stroking his
little brother even through the throes of pleasure and a rather loud moan
warned him that Sasuke's body couldn't take any more. The child suddenly grew
very still, his spine arched off the bed at an almost painful angle and his
delicate hands grasped the pillow blindly, mouth open in a silent scream.
Itachi kept stroking the younger boy's now twitching member, thumb rubbing the
tiny slit, as Sasuke's first, dry orgasm wrecked his body in wave after wave of
overwhelming, foreign pleasure. A few more seconds and it was all over,
sensitive length softening in Itachi's palm. He gently removed his hand from
the child's groin, wiping the oil carelessly on the dark sheets and then
brought it up to soothingly stroke his brother's hair, now messy and tangled
from all the tossing. Sasuke was panting heavily, shaking slightly with the
aftershocks, eyes still closed and tears of pleasure wetting his thick
eyelashes. The older boy leaned down and pressed a tender kiss on those parted,
petal-soft lips, wrapping his arms around the child's narrow waist and cradling
his small, pliant body against his own chest.
For a few moments they simply stayed there, Sasuke breathing inside his
brother's mouth, faintly trying to return the kiss and basking in the warmth of
the other's loving embrace.
Slowly he opened his dark eyes and shyly looked up at the older boy.
“My precious otouto...” Whispered Itachi against the other's cheek. “I love you
so much...”
Sasuke's slender arms were now wound around his brother's neck, slim fingers
buried in the dark, glossy hair. The eldest listened to the boy's soft
breathing, still holding him tightly.
"Nii-san... What was... that?"
Too soon the post-orgasmic bliss was disrupted by Sasuke's words, and the
awareness of what Itachi had just done suddenly hit him.
Panic started seeping through his veins.
He had taken advantage of his little brother - no matter if the child enjoyed
it in the end. What would their parents, their clan, think if they knew? The
eldest couldn't even begin to think of the consequences of his actions.
"Sasuke, you have to promise me something." When he spoke again, Itachi's tone
was serious enough to make the child look up despite the haze of pleasure still
clouding his mind.
"You must never speak of this with Mother or Father. Or anyone else. Promise
me."
"I... promise... But why? It felt so nice!" Replied Sasuke, a trace of childish
enthusiasm in his thin voice.
"I'll tell you tomorrow, otouto. Now sleep." There was no point in burdening
the boy with something he couldn't even fully understand. Not right now at
least.
Itachi ruffled his hair affectionately and placed a kiss to his forehead. The
youngest Uchiha simply nodded, the tiredness from the earlier activities
finally catching up to him.
"I love you, nii-san." Sasuke snuggled up against the older boy, uncaring of
his nudity, and soon all Itachi could hear was his little brother's rhythmic
breathing. He shifted, trying to get more comfortable, and he was struck with
the weird feeling of something sticky in his underwear.
It took him a moment to remember what Shisui had told him a few months prior,
and a blush started spreading on his cheeks as realization downed on him. Sure
enough, when Itachi lowered his gaze he was met with a small, wet stain right
on the crotch of his grey pants. But the initial embarrassment was quickly
replaced by a more important issue. He couldn't take care of the problem
without waking the child in his arms, but he also couldn't sleep in soiled
clothes. He pondered on it for a while, and in the end he decided that ignoring
the mess for a few hours was a better option than disrupting Sasuke's sleep.
He was too tired anyway.
He already had so many unpleasant things to deal with in the morning, one more
problem wasn't going to be the end of the world.
For now, the night was his.
 
 
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