Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/
works/4434344.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Naruto
  Relationship:
      Uchiha_Itachi/Uchiha_Sasuke
  Character:
      Uchiha_Itachi, Uchiha_Sasuke, Uchiha_Mikoto
  Additional Tags:
      Dressing_Room_Sex, Sibling_Incest, Mild_S&M, Mild_Kink, Mirror_Sex
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-07-27 Words: 5845
****** Possessed (Itachi x Sasuke) ******
by kakashizgirl
Summary
     Mikoto takes the boys shopping for school uniforms and makes the
     mistake of leaving them unattended in the dressing rooms.
It was Saturday, and Mikoto Uchiha had planned to take the boys school
shopping. Classes would be starting in just two weeks, and she had put off the
inevitable for as long as she could.
Sasuke had slept in that morning, apparently having stayed up very late, and
Itachi had taken it upon himself to torment the younger by ten o’clock,
deciding that it was entirely too late for any human being to still be in the
bed at that hour, no matter how useless they may have been.
He had snuck into Sasuke’s room, which the boy kept perpetually dark, blinds
closed and draperies drawn at all times. Sasuke was like a vampire. He stayed
up all night, slept all day, and generally caused everyone a great deal of
trouble. Itachi liked fucking with his baby brother. It was, in fact, one of
his favorite past times. He slid the door shut softly behind him being careful
to be as quiet as a mouse, and padded barefoot across the room to Sasuke’s
bedside.
His little brother lay there, sleeping serenely on his back, his chest rising
and falling calmly with each gentle breath, sprawled every which way, partially
covered by the entanglement of sheets, partially uncovered; his arms thrown
back over his head in peaceful surrender. Itachi could make out his delicate
features in the dim shadow of his nightlight in the dark room. He almost hated
to wake him. Almost.
He reached down a drew a languid fingertip lightly across one of Sasuke’s
armpits, running it tenderly through the thin soft black hair that now grew
there; and again. Sasuke was dead to the world. He didn’t move… didn’t even
flinch.
He slid the same fingertip across the pale plane of Sasuke’s right pectoral
muscle, circling a soft pink nipple, pinching it gently and rolling it between
his fingers, sensing a tightening in his jeans as his younger brother, released
a soft moan at his molestations.
He slid that same finger down the middle of his chest, dipping lightly into his
belly button before hooking it under the sheet that scantily covered the boy’s
hips and slid it down to reveal his pale flaccid cock and smooth pink balls,
nestled in the midst of a soft black nest of pubic hair.
Itachi licked his lips, being very careful not to wake Sasuke as he continued
removing the sheet from his lazy little brother who barely stirred as he was
unknowingly disrobed. The ceiling fan blowing on the teen from above was
obviously chilling his skin slightly because his nipples had hardened on their
own, and with a smirk, Itachi noticed a light covering of goose bumps on his
brother’s arms and chest.
He reached down with his own hand to palm his growing erection through his
jeans, loving the light friction the fabric created between his hand and his
member. The fingertips of his other hand stroked feather light touches across
Sasuke’s soft cock-- back and forth. Itachi’s fingers moved and danced
teasingly across the warm flesh, and his eyes traveled from his brother’s dick
to his face, watching for a subtle change in either location.
When he had fondled his little brother’s cock into a fully erect state, he
covered him back up gently, almost lovingly, then leaned in until their faces
almost touched, breathing in Sasuke’s breath, he almost stretched forth his
tongue to lick those sweet softly parted lips, but withheld himself. Then he
took a deep breath and yelled at the top of his lungs:
“SASUKEEEE! WAKE UP!”
He jumped back just in time to see his scared-shitless little brother leap from
his peaceful slumber, clutching his chest, screaming in terror, panting like a
frightened rabbit.
“ITACHIIII! WHAT THE FUCK!? WHAT IN THE HELL ARE YOU DOING? TRYING TO KILL ME?”
“Um… otouto?”
“Yeah,” Sasuke rubbed his eyes, trying to wipe the sandman’s leavings from his
vision.
“Looks like you need to take care of something,” Itachi grinned, motioning
toward Sasuke’s erect cock jutting deliciously from the front of his body.
“Anikiiii,” Sasuke groaned and tried to cover himself up with a pillow.
“Get ready. We’re going school shopping.”
“Awww…fuck.”
~ ~ ~
Teasing Sasuke had become an indoor sport that Itachi excelled at. It always
kept things interesting between the two of them, much to their mother’s dismay.
They rode quietly in the backseat of Mikoto’s black luxury sedan, Sasuke half
dozing with his spiky head against the back window. Itachi was mentally
planning out what he wanted to do after they were finished shopping for school
uniforms. This would be his last year of secondary school, and he would be
going off to college next fall. This would be Sasuke’s first year of secondary
school.
The two of them attended a very elite, very expensive, all boy’s preparatory
school known as the Emperor’s Cross. They had attended the same school since
they were small, and Itachi was more than thrilled to be nearly finished with
his academics there. He was torn between pursuing a career as a doctor or a
lawyer afterwards and was looking forward to moving to Kyoto in the fall.
They arrived in the shopping district within less than a half-hour, and Mikoto
pulled into the parking lot of the shop which specialized in school uniforms.
She hoped to herself that she had procrastinated long enough that there would
be no crowds to deal with and the boys could try on uniforms in peace and
quiet.
They walked into the high end clothing store and the cool breath of
refrigerated air mingled wonderfully with the soft hint of fine leather filled
their nostrils. Mikoto escorted the boys in and handed them off to a sales
person, explaining what they were needing. She slipped Itachi her bank card and
whispered to him that she would be across the way at the perfume and lingerie
emporium, and that they should come for her when they were finished shopping.
Itachi rolled his eyes and nodded. His mother was very much disinterested in
the two of them now that they were ‘all grown up’. She seemed to hurry to get
away from them every chance that she got, which Itachi was totally okay with
because it gave him more time alone with Sasuke… to do as he pleased with him,
without her watchful eyes on them.
The sales person helped them gather several styles of slacks, oxfords, and
blazers with the Emperor’s Cross insignia already sewn onto the breast pocket,
and led them to a secluded dressing room at the end of a dimly lit hallway.
“I’ll put you in this one. It’s bigger… since there are two of you,” she smiled
amiably at Itachi and gave a quick concerned glance at Sasuke who looked purely
'out-of-it'.
Itachi smiled. “He’s just tired. He stayed up a little too late last night.”
She smiled again and nodded her understanding. She helped them hang all of the
clothing up on the large hooks in the smallish room, and quietly excused
herself closing the door behind her with a soft click.
Sasuke yawned and stretched like a cat, arching his back and cracking his neck.
“God, I’m tired.”
“Yeah… well you ought to consider going to bed at night, instead of staying up
all night playing with your cock.”
“Shut up, nii-san. If you would play with my cock at night, I wouldn’t have to
do it myself.”
“I like to go to bed at night, Sasuke. I’ll gladly fuck you anytime you get
ready, as long as it’s not between the hours of midnight and six o’clock a.m.”
He grinned to let Sasuke know he was just being playful.
“Mmm,” Sasuke hummed in anticipation as he began to unbutton his shirt exposing
his pale tightly muscled chest and abdomen to his older brother. “Wanna fuck me
now?” he licked his lips and ran his hand down his stomach and across his
quickly forming erection, poorly concealed in his jeans.
Itachi looked around. He eased over to the door of the dressing room and peered
through the louvers to make sure the sales lady wasn’t hanging around outside
their room. The coast appeared to be clear, and Sasuke looked too fucking hot
there in the dim and ridiculously forgiving, wildly seductive soft incandescent
lighting the high-end store offered their privileged patrons. Itachi quietly
clicked the lock on the brass doorknob.
He turned and slowly positioned himself behind his sleepy-eyed sexy baby
brother. He reached up and gently pulled the white cotton shirt off one
shoulder, revealing more of Sasuke’s exquisitely flawless pale skin, languidly
licking down one side of his neck to the tattoo forever imprinted there.
The tattoo resembled three large commas in a circle, and Itachi found the way
the black contrasted with the whiteness of Sasuke’s skin to be completely
arousing. He bit down on it, licking it, raking his teeth across it, looking up
to see the reflection of his adorable brother’s head tilted wantonly to the
side, exposing his neck to Itachi. His eyes were closed, lost in the sensation
of his aniki’s touches. He moaned out a soft sultry sigh as Itachi’s fingertips
moved to each of Sasuke’s tender pink nipples, twisting and squeezing them
until each was standing obediently erect.
The huge three way mirror stood there before them, as if it were waiting for
them. Waiting for a show… waiting to behold their bodies connecting in the most
delectable manner possible. Itachi’s hands scaled down his brother’s abdomen,
unfastening the button and unzipping the fly with fluid ease, groaning softly
upon the realization that Sasuke wasn’t wearing underwear.
“Mmm… I’m telling mother that you’re being naughty and not wearing underwear
today,” Itachi whispered.
Sasuke smirked, his eyes still closed, “Mmm, and I’m telling mother that her
perfect little Itachi likes to fuck me with his big cock, and that‘s why I
choose to go without underwear,” the younger boy murmured.
He slowly turned his head to the side to meet Itachi’s open mouth, ravishing
him with his tongue, tasting him, moaning and licking and biting at his lips.
Sasuke loved it when Itachi kissed him… maybe even more so than when he fucked
him. In fact… a kiss was all it took, and Sasuke was putty in his brother’s
hands.
His nii-san had the most skillful mouth Sasuke had ever felt. Truly, it was the
only mouth he had ever felt, but it managed to melt him into a simmering puddle
of sex every time Itachi touched him, kissed him… licked him, bit him.
“Ohh, Itachi…” he whispered as the older boys hands pushed his jeans down and
Sasuke kicked out of them quickly. “Please let me watch you fuck me…” he
motioned towards the mirror. “I want to watch your cock slide in and out of my
ass. Please aniki… you know how I like it.”
He did. Itachi knew everything about Sasuke. He knew which ways Sasuke liked it
best. He knew how to make him scream, how to make him cry, how to make him beg
and how to make him totally lose it. They had been fucking every day for the
past three years. It so happened that the day Sasuke hit puberty was the day he
developed a compelling need for sex… and not just any sex… sex with his older
brother.
They had been playing around with each other for as long as the other could
remember, but on Sasuke’s 12th birthday, in the middle of the hot, hot summer,
it was like something inside the child snapped. He became a sex-hungry monster,
and his sights were set on none other than Itachi. Not that Itachi could
complain… in fact it was quite on the contrary. He enjoyed it. He loved fucking
Sasuke more than he loved ‘fucking with’ Sasuke. But the boy’s compulsion for
sex had managed to place them in some of the most uncomfortable situations
imaginable.
They had been caught going at it in the boy’s bathroom at school, in the
backseat of their parent’s car, on the kitchen counter, in their parent’s bed
while watching porn from their parent’s collection, in the park on the slide,
in the hot tub, at the dojo where they took judo, bent over the back of the
sofa in the family room… the list went on and on.
Their parents had completely freaked out at first, but then after much fretting
and anxiety, and several prescriptions for Mikoto, they decided there was
realistically nothing that could be done to stop them, short of killing them,
and decided to turn a blind eye to it hoping it was something they would
‘outgrow’.
Sasuke was now standing naked in front of Itachi, loving the way his body
looked totally naked standing in front of his aniki’s fully clothed form. “I
want you to hurt me, Itachi…” Sasuke groaned, fingering at the slit of his
erection. “I want you to fuck me so hard I pass out…”
Itachi snorted. “Otouto, you‘re insane.”
Sasuke had recently been studying the biography of the Marquis de Sade in his
spare time when he wasn’t hammering Itachi and had decided that he was
interested in experimenting with this ‘S & M’ he’d been reading about. He
looked disdainfully at Itachi as his brother went on … “I know… I know… ‘Sex
without fear or pain is like food without taste.’ Maybe next time, okay…
there’s no way for me to ‘hurt’ you in here… unless I whip your ass. You really
need to quit reading that shit you know.”
“Sure there is… you’re creative aren’t you?”
Itachi wasn’t one to be patronized, so he looked around for a moment, scratched
his head and thought. Was he creative? Very. Was he wicked enough to do what
just flashed through his mind? Absolutely.
“Okay, otouto. As bad as I want to take you right now… we’ll play your game,”
Itachi smirked as he reached for one of the black ties in their pile of
Emperor’s Cross uniforms.
Sasuke smiled and breathed out a shaky sigh as the world went dark around him
and the black silk tie was placed around his head and tied in a tight knot in
the back. “Can you see anything otouto?” Itachi purred in his ear from behind,
flicking at its softness with a heated wet tongue, reaching down to stroke
Sasuke’s fully erect cock, teasing at his balls.
“No… just blackness.” Sasuke could feel Itachi’s erection through his jeans
pressing against the cleft of his ass. The heat radiating from his older
brother brought a grin to his face. “Mmm… I like this already, aniki…” Sasuke
arched his ass back against his brother’s member, loving the groan that it drew
from his lips.
“Me too, otouto… now come… here,” Sasuke felt Itachi take his hand as he spoke.
He felt Itachi push him against the wall of the dressing room… the painted
plaster of the walls felt cool and rough against his stomach, the serrated
bumps in the uneven surface scratching deliciously against his sensitive
nipples and cock. Itachi took his hands roughly and positioned them over his
head. “Hold on to this.”
Sasuke felt the cool metal and immediately knew it was one of the large hooks
protruding from the wall, intended for clothing to hang from, not horny
schoolboys.
“Oh… yeah,” he smirked again at Itachi’s ‘creativeness’ as he felt a thin
leather belt looping around his wrists, and fastening him securely to the hook
on the wall.
“Try to stay standing for as long as you can, Sasuke… I’m not sure this hook
will actually support your weight,” the older boy whispered in Sasuke’s ear.
He felt Itachi go away from him for a moment; could hear him fumbling in the
pile of clothes and accessories in the corner and return momentarily. Then the
elder’s hands were on his erection, lifting his balls up gently before wrapping
some type of slightly rough, stretchy fabric completely around his balls and
the shaft of his cock. He felt his brother’s deft hands tying another knot,
whispering seductively, “Goddammit Sasuke… you look good like this.”
Sasuke could only breathe out… trembling as he realized that Itachi had just
tied a knot around his cock so snugly that he wouldn’t be able to come. He
could feel his member swelling all the more, becoming so much more sensitive as
the blood flow to his dick was restricted.
He gasped as he felt Itachi’s tongue circling the heated head of his cock. He
cried out as Itachi’s hot mouth engulfed his throbbing arousal, sucking him
with earnest. Itachi meant to torture him, and was doing a goddamned fine job
of it.
“Mmmm…. Mmmm… Mmmm,” the older boys hums and throaty groans were turning Sasuke
on all the more.
“Nnnnh… I wish I could see you… right now… Itachi… sucking my cock…I love to
see my cock in your mouth… fuck!” Sasuke thrust his hips forward, nearly
burying himself in his brother’s throat, and was immediately greeted with a
hard stinging swat on his left ass cheek.
“Oww! Fuck!”
Itachi pulled off his little brother's cock with a loud wet thwap. “No! …bad.
You need to learn some discipline,” the older male grinned. He was half-
teasing, half-serious, but the slap had hurt. Itachi was very strong for his
slight frame, and Sasuke could already feel the beginnings of trembling in his
legs.
Suddenly the thoughts ran through his mind that maybe this wasn’t such a good
idea. Humiliation at the hand of Itachi seemed like a good idea at first, but
how far would Itachi actually go? He wriggled his hands and found them to be
fastened very securely.
“For being such a horny little slut, I’m going to have to punish you… baby
brother,” the last part was whispered against his ear, as his hair was jerked
hard and his neck pulled back into an impossible arch.
“Ouch… Itachi…”
“You said you wanted me to hurt you, otouto… don’t worry… the pain will only
last for a little while, and after it’s over… I promise to make you feel very,
very good. Is that what you want, Sasuke? Do you want aniki to make you hurt,
and then make it all better? Much, much better?”
“Yes…” Sasuke’s answer was meek, and quivering at best, but Itachi took him at
his word. He knew Sasuke would have pitched a hell of a fit if he really didn’t
want this.
Sasuke mulled over the ideas in his head, in the midst of his arousal. Yes, he
wanted Itachi in the most vulgar and mischievous ways he could imagine. Yes, he
loved the concept of sado-masochism, and yes, he wanted Itachi to be the one to
give it to him. So, he took a deep breath and stilled his body.
“Give it to me,” were the words of resolve that resounded through Itachi’s head
and left him aching with desire for his baby brother. He was about to have
Sasuke in a way that neither of them had experienced yet.
He walked casually and quietly over to the hook on the opposite wall where all
the school uniforms hung. He slowly removed one of the black blazers from the
heavy wooden hanger that held it securely and perfectly in place. He looked at
the wooden hanger for a moment. It appeared to be made of cherry or mahogany or
some other dark heavy wood. It was finely crafted in itself, and probably cost
a great deal of money for a ‘clothes hanger‘. The ‘shoulder’ pieces were long
and half round. The hanger was about nineteen or twenty inches across, and the
ends rounded and sanded smooth and shiny were a good two inches in diameter. He
slapped the side of the hardwood hanger against his hand, and chuckled as he
realized that it could serve two purposes.
He turned to go back to his brother, still bound and blindfolded against the
dressing room wall. “How are you down here, Sasuke?” Itachi took Sasuke’s balls
and bottom of his shaft in his hand and gripped it harshly.
“I… I’m fine… nii-chan…” Sasuke whispered and his voice cracked slightly.
“Okay, Sasuke… for being such a bad boy. I’m going to give you… hmmm… three
licks,” the older boy rubbed one of Sasuke’s perfect pale ass cheeks and
grasped it roughly.
Itachi fumbled in his pocket for second, and Sasuke questioned, but really knew
all to well what he was fishing for. Ever since their sexual encounters had
come to be on a daily frequency, Itachi kept a tiny bottle of lube in his
pocket at all times.
He pulled out the little clear bottle and slicked his fingers with the oil,
then slid two of them into his baby brother’s ass and began to thrust and
scissor. He wanted to hurt him, not injure him, so he prepared Sasuke slightly
before removing his fingers with a *SCHLICK* and a disappointed gasp from his
otouto.
“Are you ready?”
“Mmmm,” Sasuke pushed his ass higher, knowing what was coming, spreading wide
for Itachi, so that he could see that tiny pink pucker, glistening and
quivering just from the slight molestation of his fingers.
Itachi drew back and slammed the wooden clothes hanger across Sasuke’s ass
leaving a huge red welt. Sasuke felt his breath leave him momentarily. It hurt
worse that he had thought it would. Itachi was being serious about this. Had he
done this sort of thing before? Fuck. That hurt bad. Could he take two more of
those?
And then Itachi’s cool hand was on that hot red welt, soothing and massaging
it… making it feel better. And oh, god, his fingers were sliding into Sasuke’s
asshole again. Oh… it felt so good. So, so good. The pain mixed with the
pleasure of being touched like that. Sasuke felt his cock begin to ache. He
felt Itachi graze his fingertips gently across that sensitive nerve bundle deep
inside him… he felt his legs begin to tremble uncontrollably… and then they
were gone.
He heard Itachi doing something behind him; heard the squirt of the tiny bottle
and hoped he was about to get cock, but instead he was met with the hard
feeling of slick wet, cold wood against his pucker. He felt Itachi spreading
him and sliding the hard object inside of him… and realized that it was the
wooden hanger. Itachi was fucking him with the object he had chosen to spank
him with.
‘Very creative, indeed,’ he thought to himself as the wide hard instrument slid
in and out of his pucker. He could feel Itachi on his knees behind him, his
warm breath on his ass cheek, licking and continuing to soothe the red hot
ridge on his ass cheek as he fucked him with the foreign wooden object.
“Ohhh, Itachi… yeah…that feels so good…” Sasuke pushed back against the hanger
and impaled himself on it harder.
“Do you like that? Horny little brother…” Itachi teased him and pushed and
pulled the hanger in and out a few more times before sliding it all the way out
and leaving Sasuke’s asshole throbbing, empty and wanting more.
“Fuck me… Itachi. I need to feel your cock inside me,” Sasuke was shaking and
begging, but Itachi was not about to let Sasuke off that easy.
“Nope…” he muttered. “Three licks… and you still have two more to go.”
“Please Itachi…”
“No… Sasuke. A deal is a deal. You wanted to feel pain. You can’t whimp out in
the middle. Remember, sex without fear and pain is like food without taste he
whispered again against his otouto’s ear, causing a shiver to run down Sasuke’s
spine.
He breathed out a long slow breath… “Do it then…”
*SMACK!!!*
Sasuke gritted his teeth hard, groaning with the pain searing through his body,
then let out a loud breath. “Nnnh… goddammit, Itachi…” he whimpered as tears
began to streak from his eyes and down his cheeks.
“Do you want me to stop, otouto? Is your mouth bigger than your will?” Itachi
teased. This was good for Sasuke… good for both of them.
“No…” his lower lip was trembling.
“No, what, otouto?” Itachi was sliding the clothes hanger back into Sasuke’s
ass, deeper this time, making his brother moan in what he didn’t know was
anguish or pleasure, or perhaps a mixture of both. Things would be different
after this. Sasuke was submitting to him and he liked it. His cock was
incredibly stiff; harder than he’d ever felt it before. He thought for a moment
that perhaps he should have been the one to tie a nylon sock around his cock.
At this rate, he wouldn’t be able to hold out long at all once he was inside
his brother, but shook the thoughts away quickly and returned his attention to
Sasuke.
He fondled the raven’s deep rosy colored cock, stroked it vigorously, thumbing
at the slit as Sasuke wept but ground his hips back and forth into Itachi’s
grasp and onto the wooden clothes hanger that his brother had somehow seen fit
to fuck him with.
“Itachi, please…” his lips were quivering.
Itachi looked him up and down; looked at the way the black leather belt was
rubbing his wrists raw from his obvious twisting and wrenching to get free,. He
let his gaze fall across Sasuke’s normally gentle features, screwed into a look
of pain, the blindfold covering those beautiful thick lashes he knew graced
those adorable obsidian eyes. He smiled as he focused on how hard Sasuke’s
nipples were… so flushed an erect with arousal. And his cock, his impossibly
hard cock, weeping just a sweet tiny pearl of precum from the slit, apparently
all that could manage to make its way out from his bound shaft.
He slid one cool hand across his brother’s ass, enjoying the searing heat that
the two wide welts were giving off, watching with delight as his horny little
brother continued to spread wide for the foreign object sliding in and out of
him, so slickly… so sexy.
Itachi pulled it out once more and felt his brother’s entire body tense up
stiff as a board. He knew what was coming… he was bracing himself for the final
blow.
Itachi moved beneath Sasuke, leaning under him to kiss his trembling lips, to
lick away the tears that had gathered there. “I love you otouto.”
Sasuke opened his mouth and kissed Itachi in a searing passionate kiss, their
tongues dancing and sliding together, need and desire clearly written in
Sasuke’s movements making it almost impossible for Itachi to hold back any
longer.
He forced himself to pull back from the kiss. It was time to move things along,
or he was going to cream in his jeans instead of in his brother, and he didn’t
want that.
“Last one, otouto. And I promise… ‘aniki’ will make everything better…”
Sasuke’s body went stiff as Itachi took a deep breath and drew back again and
with great force…
*WHACK*
And it was over, and Sasuke’s knees buckled and gave way beneath him.
“Itachi-niii….” he cried out softly as he fell to the ground, hanging from the
clothes hook, bearing his weight on it. Itachi mused that the metal hook was
actually supporting his brother’s weight. It must have been placed in a stud
after all.
He gripped the hem of his shirt and pulled it quickly over his head. He needed
to feel Sasuke’s flesh against him. He needed to comfort him, and make it
better. He needed to be the one to dry those tears away, to kiss him and hold
him and do everything to him to make him smile again.
Sasuke let his head fall backward, wishing desperately to be free from this
bondage. What was Itachi thinking? What would he do next? There wouldn’t be
anymore roughness, surely. That was enough for him… for now. He needed his
brother inside him and the feeling of waiting was driving him completely
insane.
And then he heard Itachi unbuckling his belt and pulling it through the loops
with a single swish and then his aniki’s hard warm body was against him. And he
could feel Itachi’s erection pressing against his stinging ass as he knelt down
behind him and lifted him up, carefully pulling his bound wrists from the hook
leaving them restricted with the belt still in place.
He led them to the chair he had placed in front of the three way mirror. Itachi
sat down first and pulled Sasuke into his lap, turning him around so that he
could face them both in the mirror. He reached up gently and pulled the
makeshift blindfold from Sasuke’s eyes.
Sasuke gasped at the sight in the mirror. He was sitting in Itachi’s lap, legs
falling wantonly apart, his wrists bound with the black belt, his cock and
balls bound with a black nylon sock stretched tight and tied around it all, so
deep and purplish looking, the blood supply all but cut off to it.
“Look in the mirror, Sasuke,” Itachi whispered into his ear, looking into the
mirror with him. “Tell me what you see…”
Sasuke was quiet for a moment. He took in a deep breath and released it slowly.
“I see me and you.”
“… and what are we, Sasuke?”
“We’re lovers. We’re brothers… we’re one.”
“Mmm… otouto,” he coaxed Sasuke to turn around in his lap and straddle his
hips. Sasuke encircled Itachi’s neck with his arms, wrists still tightly bound.
From this view, Itachi could see the face of the one he loved more than anyone.
The face of the one he couldn’t live without. Looking over Sasuke’s pale
shoulder, he could also see the angry red ridges across the soft pale flesh of
his ass, and was hard pressed to explain the feelings and emotions that welled
up inside him when he saw them. “… I love you.”
Itachi threaded his fingers through the soft black hair pulling Sasuke’s tear-
stained face to his, kissing him gently… tenderly… like a lover, so hot and so
sweet. “Mmm… I need you, Sasuke.”
He gripped the boy’s hips and raised him up, hoping he was still slick enough
from the lubed clothes hanger to take him without much more pain. Sasuke easily
obliged, helping Itachi by moving his ass into position until his brother’s
throbbing cock head was pressed against his abused entrance.
“Ride me, otouto,” Itachi’s words were thick, husky and laced with pure need.
His cock ached to feel Sasuke on it. He pressed the head against Sasuke’s ring
of muscle, sliding it back and forth slathering Sasuke’s quivering entrance
with hot slick precum.
“Nnnngh…” and before he knew it, Sasuke had slid down on him, eager to take
everything his brother had, not caring if it hurt; he’d already been hurt. He
needed Itachi to be connected with him and he needed it right the.
He rose back up, the tight friction against Itachi’s cock causing him to grip
Sasuke’s hips harder than necessary, likely bruising him in the process. “Ah…
fuck, Sasuke… you’re so hot… goddamn… and tight…” he was already panting
lightly from his pulse racing and a light sheen of sweat had broken out all
over his forehead.
“Nnnhah… Nnnh… yeah…” he spoke with each down stroke on Itachi’s thick member,
“…I was afraid… you were gonna… stretch me … Nnnh… ahhh… yeah… too big… with
that … fucking coat hanger.”
“God, otouto… yeah… mmm… no.. no… it’s so tight… it feels like… you’re gonna…
hahh… pull my fucking dick off.”
Sasuke grinned at his brother’s words and bounced up and down on him all the
harder. The tiny softly lit dressing room was filled with soft moans from the
two brothers. It emanated with lustful whimpers and deep sensual growls… the
squelching sounds of a cock plunging slickly in and out of a tight ass, the
sweet echo of Sasuke’s heated balls slapping against Itachi’s stomach.
“Let me cum, Itachi… please…” Sasuke was in pain. He had pushed too far. He
couldn’t take it any longer. He looked down at his hotly engorged cock smacking
against his stomach with each thrust, then back up at his brother pleadingly.
“Oh shit…” Itachi gasped. “I’m sorry… Sasuke…”
He reached down and violently tugged the sock from around Sasuke’s cock. The
raven haired teen cried out as his seed spurted out like a fleshy volcano
shooting streamers of warm semen between them, coating his brother’s chest and
stomach. His orgasm seemed to go on and on for several moments, bobbing and
heaving of its own accord, spilling and slopping his cum everywhere.
The second Sasuke’s dick was released, his ass muscles clenched violently
around his brother’s swollen, hard-ridden cock, and Itachi’s orgasm ripped
through his body with almost no warning. He leaned in against Sasuke’s neck,
nipping and biting at him, whispering a string of dirty words against his
otouto’s warm sweaty sweetness.
*TAP TAP TAP*
It was their mother’s voice and Itachi rolled his eyes and groaned as he
realized she was speaking to them through clenched teeth between the slats of
the louvered door.
“If you two don’t get what you need and get out here right now, I’m not going
to allow you to spend the weekend at Uncle Madara’s.”
The older boy breathed out a heavy sigh and replied lazily, “Okay, mother.
We’ll be out in a moment.”
On the outside of the door, Mikoto’s flushed face turned to look at the sales
lady who was as white as a sheet and had look of utter horror on her face.
She smiled sweetly and attempted to draw the woman’s attention away from the
louvered door of the fitting room.
“Don’t worry about them… my younger son has these ‘spells’ often, and I’m sure
he’ll be fine… would you like to see the lingerie I purchased from across the
street? Perhaps you’d like to smell my new perfume…”
Itachi could hear the woman mutter something under her breath as the two women
walked away from the dressing room. Then he heard his mother’s voice…
“… we’ve thought of contacting an exorcist.”
Itachi burst out laughing. His mother really was one of a kind.
He looked at Sasuke who was now standing in front of him looking very pissed,
covered in cum both across his stomach and running down his thighs. He held out
his bound wrists for Itachi to untie while glaring at his long-haired brother.
“YOU… otouto… look fucking adorable,” he whispered sexily, sliding a finger
through Sasuke’s cooling cum that was splattered across his stomach.
“Itachiii… that lady thinks I’m possessed by the devil,” Sasuke winced as
Itachi began the difficult task of unknotting the leather around his brother’s
tender wrists.
“Well… if the horns fit…”
Itachi fell in the floor laughing as he was whacked upside the head by both of
Sasuke’s bound wrists.
“That’s it. I’m leaving you tied up.”
“Nii-saaannnnn…”
Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed
their work!