The Married Life

“Okaasan! How much longer?” Sasuke pouted, tugging anxiously on his mother’s dress. She sighed and picked through the fruit stand examining oranges carefully.

“Sasuke, Itachi isn’t leaving for another hour, calm down.” Mikoto replied, trying hard not to sound too irritated.

Sasuke huffed and kicked a pebble into the early morning rush of Konoha’s streets. He wanted to go home and play with Itachi before he left for his next mission, not stand around waiting for his mother to finish shopping! How hard was it to shop for breakfast, Sasuke mused, his mother was making it seem like an ANBU mission. He reached for her skirt again.

“Sasuke, just a moment.” Mikoto replied, handing the grocer her money.

“Okaasan-” He stopped mid whine to watch a couple across the street. The man was leaving for what Sasuke guessed was work while the woman was waving in the doorway. He watched curiously as she giggled and rushed from the door to latch on to the man’s neck before kissing his cheek.

“Come home safely!” She called and let go.

Mikoto smiled quietly at Sasuke’s transfixed expression. He was baffled by the openly showed affection between the smiling couple. He gripped her skirt tightly and stared up at his mother, brow wrinkled in confusion.

“What is she doing?” He asked.

“She’s saying goodbye to her husband.” Mikoto said, handing the smallest paper bag to him. She glanced up and down the street before crossing, Sasuke sticking tight to her heels. He was quietly lost in thought for most of the way home, not that Mikoto was complaining, he’d been bugging her nonstop for the past half-hour.

“Saying goodbye,” He mumbled, trying to peer over the bag he was holding. The Uchiha Mansion was up ahead and looming over them. Sasuke’s thoughtful expression broke into a smile and he dashed towards the gate.

“Sasuke, be careful!” He heard his mother screech behind him, he kept running he was nearly there anyway. He was halfway to the front door when he ran into someone and fell onto his backside with a disgruntled grunt.

“Sorry!” He replied quickly, glancing up to meet bored red eyes. “Aniki!” He yelled, leaping towards his brother and wrapping one arm around his thigh.

“Baka,” Itachi replied, ruffling his younger brother’s hair.

“Okaasan and I are going to make a great breakfast for you, Niisan.” Sasuke chirped happily. Itachi glanced up to see his mother wandering up through the gate with one bag in each arm.

“Ohayo,” She called smiling.

“Ohayo,” He replied, taking one of the bags.

“Do you have everything ready for your mission?” Itachi nodded impassively, following Sasuke into the kitchen. “Good, now go relax before breakfast, you need as much rest as you can get.” She smiled, and unpacked the food, Sasuke following behind her inquiring for instructions.

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Itachi was the first to leave the table and head for his room once the meal was over. He grabbed what little supplies he was permitted to carry on his mission and quietly murmured goodbye to his parents. He couldn’t help but wonder where his brother was as he paused at the porch to put on his sandals.

There was a distinct padding of bare feet and Sasuke appeared next to him.

“I wish you didn’t have to leave, Niisan.” He pouted. There was a slight upturn to the corner of Itachi’s lip that was the closest thing to a smile Sasuke had seen in a while. Itachi stood slowly and slung his bag over his shoulder.

“Ja, Sasuke.” He said quietly, gripping the door in his free hand.

“Niisan, wait!” Sasuke cried, tugging at Itachi’s sleeve urging his elder brother to bend down.

Itachi was startled when petal-soft pink lips touched his cheek in a soft there and gone kiss.

“Come home safely!” He chirped, hugging Itachi’s arm tightly before standing back with a smile. Itachi nodded wide eyed and left for his mission. He paused at the gate watching as Sasuke disappeared back into the house. Sighing he continued to the meeting place, thoughts of cute little brothers and innocent kisses shifting through his mind.

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The mission was a simple routine assignation. A certain someone who wasn’t permitted to know certain information did know and needed to be taken care of. Itachi glowered darkly from the tree he was currently hiding in. The target was at some socialite event and probably drunk. The mission would have taken less time had the target not been in constant contact with other people wherever he went.

Itachi shifted in place, waiting patiently, legs aching from being in the same position for such a long time. His partner was just as disgruntled and kept sighing every so often, boredly picking leaves from a twig.

A square of light was shed onto the ground and immediately caught Itachi’s attention.

“No, no I don’t need any help getting home.” The man slurred. “I’ll be fine.” He stumbled towards the street. Itachi was on him the second the door closed; the drunk had no clue what was going on as he was gripped from behind with a kunai slicing cleanly through his throat.

“Well, damn,” The other leaf-nin replied, his laugh irritating Itachi even more.
“They should have just sent you.”

“You clean up, I’ll find a spot for the body.” Itachi said, solemnly. The other nin just laughed and pulled some items out of his bag and set to work.

Itachi wandered from housetop to housetop looking for a place to drop the body, he was careful not to let any of the victim’s blood touch anything. He found a dank alley on the east part of town and dropped the body into an abandoned dumpster, shifting some of the rotten garbage onto the body, wrinkling his nose in distaste.

Not long after he returned to his partner who was waiting for him in the trees. The area was completely clean without a spec of blood in sight.

“Lets go.” The other said and leapt from the tree to the rooftops and headed back towards Konoha.

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It was near three when they reached home, they parted ways deciding to do up a mission report the next day when the Hokage was actually awake.

Itachi had crept into the house silently, gliding through the hallways like a shadow. He entered his room and headed towards his bed dropping his ANBU gear as he went. Once all his clothes, excluding his boxers, were off he lifted the sheets and slid in, falling against the pillows with a sigh. There was a soft murmur of ‘niisan’ and a smooth thigh was thrown over his hips.

Itachi gasped softly as his little brother cuddled up to his side, his smooth arms encircling Itachi’s neck.

“Sasuke, why are you in my bed?”

“Missed you,” He yawned. “I was only going to stay in here for a while but, it smelled so nice, and I didn’t want to leave.”

“Hn.” Itachi replied, letting one arm rest on his brother’s slim waist while the other petted his thigh. He swallowed trying to get rid of the dryness in his throat.

“Goodnight Nii-san.” Sasuke mumbled, before falling back to sleep.

Itachi sighed letting his fingers travel up and down Sasuke’s thigh. He could feel the twitch of slender muscle under baby soft skin, from the moonlight streaming in through the window Sasuke’s face looked paler than usual. Thick dark eyelashes seemed even darker against his milky skin and Itachi’s fingers itched to touch it. He brought his hand up to his brother’s face and stroked his cheek gently nearly convulsing in pleasure as Sasuke nuzzled his hand.

His lips parted to let out his quickened breath as he traced Sasuke’s face lingering near his lips before brushing his index and middle fingers across his full bottom one. Sasuke’s lips were made for pouting, they were soft and pink and oh so tempting. Sasuke was tempting. Just watching the younger boy sleep was like watching the seductive energy of innocence swallowing him whole. Itachi couldn’t understand why lusting for something so pure and untainted was immoral.

Sasuke mumbled something in his sleep and nibbled at his brother's fingers drawing them into his mouth. Itachi froze, waiting for Sasuke to wake up, the boy just sighed and sucked on Itachi’s fingers.

“Sasuke…” Itachi mumbled, trying to catch the supple tongue dancing around his fingers. When he succeeded, Sasuke bit his fingers and continued sucking. Itachi gulped, removing his fingers and watching as the boy followed reflexively. He smirked and brushed Sasuke’s lips, watching as he followed with his brow wrinkling in annoyance as his treat was taken away again. Itachi managed to get Sasuke half way to his own mouth before replacing his questing fingers with his tongue. He was pleased greatly when he received the same attention. His little brother was lapping and sucking at his tongue the same way he had his fingers, Itachi bit back a moan.

His other hand gripped Sasuke’s thigh, he shut his eyes tightly before tearing his mouth away for breath. Itachi wanted more, he’d never wanted anything so bad in his entire life. He wanted his seductive little Lolita brother.

He rolled Sasuke on his back, pinning his hands next to his head and settled between his brother’s supple thighs. He let his fingertips trail up Sasuke’s side and under his loose sleep shirt. He pulled the cotton up until it bunched under his arms before letting his hands travel back down to slender hips and spread legs before caressing the inner part of his thighs. Itachi stared down at Sasuke in awe. He’d never noticed how beautiful his little brother was. Each rise and fall of Sasuke’s chest was such sweet torture.

Itachi bent to lap at a rosy nipple and closed his eyes as he heard Sasuke’s sigh of pleasure. He trailed his lips down towards Sasuke’s navel and let his tongue dip inside to explore. He bit just under his belly button and moved onto a boyish hipbone, nibbling delicately on the curve of his brother’s side. Underneath him Sasuke was squirming, still fast asleep.

The eldest Uchiha stopped his caressing when his lips touched fabric. He blinked his eyes open and stared down at the innocent white briefs. Sasuke groaned in his sleep and wiggled his hips at the loss of touch. Fire was burning through Itachi’s veins as he watched the unconsciously seductive twisting of his brother‘s hips. He moaned and fumbled with his boxers, pushing them down his thighs just enough to let his throbbing erection free before dropping between Sasuke’s spread legs.

“God,” Itachi groaned, trying his hardest to keep from waking Sasuke. He rocked his hips forward gnawing at his bottom lip. The material of Sasuke’s underwear felt so rough against Itachi’s skin, but so deliciously addicting. He kept rocking, kept petting, and kept kissing Sasuke as he felt his peak near. He buried his face in the side of Sasuke’s neck, panting harshly. His hair was slick with sweat and was sticking to his shoulders and cheeks, and brushing against Sasuke‘s collarbone.

“Niisan?” Sasuke whispered sleepily. “What are you doing?” His slender arms circled Itachi’s neck pulling his elder brother closer. Itachi kept his pace, too far gone to care that he’d woken Sasuke.

“Shh…S-Sasuke,” He soothed, nipping at his baby soft neck, breathing in his scent deeply. Sasuke’s thighs gripped his hips tightly and he sighed.

“Okay, Aniki.” After hearing that sweet voice sighing into his ear his cock twitched and sent him flying blinded over the edge.

“Sasuke!” He groaned, his hips flexing towards his brother before freezing as his cum splattered Sasuke’s flat tummy. His orgasm hit him in waves of ecstasy, each one burned better than the last before slowing down to a dull throb. He fell onto his brother grunting as the sticky white substance squished between their stomachs.

“I love you, Oniisan.” Sasuke mumbled, as Itachi gathered himself from his orgasmic bliss and fluttered soft kisses over Sasuke’s face, kissing from his forehead, to his cheek, to his nose, and lastly his swollen red lips.

“Love you too, Sasuke. So much…” He replied drunkly, as his body cooled slowly.

“Itachi?”

“Hai?” Itachi cracked open one eye tiredly, regarding his beautiful brother and feeling slightly guilty.

“You’re heavy.”

His lips curved at the corners and he heaved himself off of Sasuke and onto his back; he pulled his boxers up and reached for a random discarded shirt lying on the ground. He wiped his own stomach before turning on his side and wiping up Sasuke’s. He paused when there was a spot of cum still left cooling near Sasuke’s hip. Swiping his finger over it and glancing up to Sasuke who was watching him with half lidded eyes.

“Taste it,” He ordered softly, pushing his digits into Sasuke’s mouth. The younger boy lapped the cum up and wrinkled his nose at Itachi. It wasn’t that he disliked the taste it was just different.

“Good boy,” Itachi murmured huskily, kissing Sasuke on the mouth and pulling him onto his chest, Sasuke’s knees on either side of Itachi’s waist. “Now sleep.” Sasuke smiled and snuggled into his brother’s arms, happily thinking of how much attention his elder brother was giving him.

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“Itachi-niisan, Itachi-niisan! Wake up it’s almost time for lunch!” Itachi groaned and blinked open his eyes irritably. He was greeted with a very pleasing sight. Sasuke was bouncing up and down on his hips calling his name excitedly. Itachi groaned louder fighting the urge to roll his brother over and have a repeat of the night before.

“Sasuke, stop that.” He growled, and sighed when he saw his little brother’s hurt look. He wrapped Sasuke in a hug and sat up. “Sorry,” He said softly. “I’m not a morning person.”

Sasuke smiled and happily clung to his brother. “It’s okay, Niisan! But, you have to get up now, Hokage-sama is calling for you, I think you have another mission.” Itachi glowered and set Sasuke on the bed before standing and wandering to the bathroom for a quick shower.

The eldest Uchiha heir sighed into the wall he was leaning against, letting the warm water wash what little bit of stickiness was left from the night before away, as well as soothe his aching muscles. He couldn’t help but think of Sasuke and his parted wet lips and soft skin. His little brother was really the epitome of childish seduction. Now that he could think about it he felt a mixture of guilt and pride for taking his brothers first bit of sexual contact.

Reaching for his shampoo and massaging it into his scalp, he let his fingers slip easily through the black strands before tipping his head back to let the hot water rinse the soap out. He turned the water off and stepped out of the shower and into the steamy bathroom. Itachi snatched his towel from the rack and wiped away most of the moisture before tying his still wet hair back and opening the door. He dressed in simple khaki shorts and a black t-shirt and made his way down the stairs to the kitchen to grab something to snack on before seeing the Hokage.

“Well, good afternoon, sleepyhead,” Mikoto cooed, handing him a glass of orange juice and an apple.

“Hn,” He grunted.

“I suppose Sasuke has already told you the Hokage wants to see you?” She asked, waiting for him to finish the juice and taking the glass away.

“Hai,”

“You really should try to spend more time with him you know, he loves you so much, Itachi.”

He froze in the doorway before stuffing the apple in his mouth and heading towards the porch again. This time he didn’t wonder where Sasuke was; the little brat was waiting for him at the door.

Itachi sat in his usual spot and shoved on his sandals before acknowledging Sasuke’s presence.

“Come home safely, Niisan.” The younger boy said quietly, kissing the side of his brother’s face before clutching Itachi’s shoulders and turning to the living room door.

“Oi, brat,” Itachi said, holding the apple in his right hand. Sasuke turned, his glittering coal eyes watching Itachi curiously. Itachi held out his hand and waited for Sasuke to put his own in it, before pulling the younger Uchiha to him in a hug. He tipped Sasuke’s head back and glanced down at those pouty red lips.

“Let’s go to the park later.” He said and then brushed his lips against Sasuke’s softer ones.

“H-Hai!” Sasuke chirped after he got over his momentary shock. Itachi smirked.

“Ja,” He said with a dismissing wave.