The Married Life

Lolita was a book written in 1955, by Vladimir Nabokov, about a seductive pre-teen girl and her tutor/step-father who falls in lust with her. Since the publication of that book, ‘Lolita’ is a slang term for a young girl who is seen as sexy. I described Sasuke as a ‘Lolita’ because I thought it fit (he is rather young ^-^).

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When Itachi had returned home from his meeting with the Hokage, he indeed did have the weight of another mission hanging over his head. This time it was a one week scouting mission into possible enemy territory. He was wondering how long he could actually go without his new addiction around to state his appetite. He sighed and shifted Sasuke in his arms. The brat had worn himself out after hours at the park, one could only play so many rounds of tag with one's prodigy elder brother before nearly dropping dead with exhaustion. Itachi had been surprised at how long his brother had kept up with him; he was a lot stronger than anyone really noticed.

It was approaching dark when Itachi finally wandered in through the door, trying not to drop Sasuke. He kicked off his sandals and shifted his brother to one arm, plucking off the younger boy’s as well. Sasuke mumbled incoherently and gripped Itachi’s neck tighter before settling again.

“Itachi, is that you?” Mikoto called from the living room, poking her head around the corner.

“Hai.” He replied.

She smiled as she watched Sasuke cling to his neck. “Have you two eaten?” She asked serenely.

He nodded.

Noticing she was only going to get monotonous answers from her eldest son she sighed and turned back to the living room. They never were very close anyway, so his lack of interest in the conversation went unnoticed. “Bring Sasuke up to bed and give him a kiss for me, okay?”

Itachi nodded and wandered up the stairs, stopping at Sasuke’s half-open door and nudging it all the way open with his toe. He walked to Sasuke’s bed and bent over to set him down carefully. He pulled away, much to the younger’s dismay and retrieved another sleep shirt from his dresser and sat back down on the bed. Itachi’s fingers shook with the anticipation of undressing his brother, it was something he'd done tons of times, but now it was different.

“Oniisan,” Sasuke mumbled sleepily. Itachi ignored him and slipped hands under the small blue t-shirt and dragged it up, his knuckles brushing Sasuke’s side making him shudder as the cooler air of his room attacked his still slightly heated skin. Itachi tossed the shirt to the floor, naughty thoughts flashing through his mind.

He bit the inside of his cheek, his hands sliding down his brother’s taut stomach to rest on hips. He let his fingers walk the opening to Sasuke’s pants and slipped his hands inside, fingers curling around the smooth cotton clad bottom and sliding down narrow hips and lean legs with a rustle of white sheets.

“Sit up, Sasuke.” Itachi commanded, happy that his voice didn’t crack.

“Hai.” Itachi slipped the oversized shirt over Sasuke’s head and watched as it pooled in his small lap.

“Goodnight,” He said, kissing the top of Sasuke’s head. “That was from Mom.” He turned to leave but was stopped by Sasuke’s tug on his wrist, pulling him back onto the bed.

“I don’t want you to go on your mission.” He whined.

“You never do.” Itachi countered.

“I know, but I always miss you.” He stood on the bed and wrapped his arms around Itachi’s neck, taller then the elder boy. Itachi glanced up at his little brother blankly.

“I want to be Itachi-niisan’s wife.” Sasuke mumbled quietly, kissing his cheek sweetly.

“Baka," Itachi said, pushing him to lay back against the bed, leaning over him and smoothing back his bangs. “You’re not supposed to ask me, I have to ask you.”

“Oh,” Sasuke replied, his face dropping.

“Otoutosan,” Sitting up, Itachi smirked, wicked images of his ‘bride’ planting themselves firmly into his head. “Would you like to be my wife?”

“Hai!” He leapt up and into Itachi’s arms, kissing his brother’s cheek again. “Thank-you, Niisan!”

“Sasuke,” Itachi said, stopping the younger's joyous bouncing. “A wife kisses a husband here.” He pointed towards his lips, pausing expectantly. Sasuke nodded enthusiastically, moving to straddle his brother’s lap, pressing a clumsy kiss to Itachi’s mouth.

His breath caught in his throat at Sasuke’s attempt to please him. Itachi’s fingers slid under the thin sleep shirt and caressed his brother's soft back, grazing callused fingertips down to cup his small bottom, bringing them closer. Sasuke pulled back with a gasp staring wide-eyed at his brother’s amused smirk.

Itachi stood, lifting Sasuke and tucking him back in bed, pausing at the door.

“Night, Baka.” He said fondly. Sasuke glowered and gave his ’husband’ a pointed look. “All right, Aisai*,” He said and watched Sasuke settle before closing the door and heading to his own room for the night.

“Itachi?” He froze. Mikoto was standing near the stairway watching him curiously. He couldn’t help but wonder what would happen if his mother found out about his new interest in Sasuke. His fingers squeezed Sasuke’s door tightly.

“Is he asleep?” She asked quietly, he nodded curtly. “Oh, well goodnight.”

“Hn.”

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“Itachi-niisan! Itachi-niisan!” A squealing bundle of soft skin and dark hair came running into Itachi’s room and collided with his legs. Sasuke wrapped his arms around his brother’s hips and buried his face into the small of Itachi’s lower back.

“Good luck on your mission.” He said cheerily. “I’ll miss you!” Itachi quirked his eyebrow in question.

“Sasuke, I’m not leaving yet.” He stated, folding a shirt into his bag.

“I know,” He replied, stepping back enough for Itachi to turn. “But, the quicker you leave, the quicker you can come back!”

Itachi gripped his brother’s smaller hands, interlacing their fingers. “How much will you miss me, Aisai?” He asked, smirking at the new nickname.

“A bunch!” Sasuke chirped.

“Just a bunch?” He teased, backing the smaller into the wall and pinning his arms above his head.

“No, a lot more than that!” Sasuke tipped his head to the side pliantly as Itachi nuzzled the sensitive pale skin there.

“Well, then, what are you going to give me to remember my beloved wife?” He replied between butterfly kisses, a predatory undertone to his voice.

“G-give you, Niisan?” Sasuke stuttered.

“Yes, every good wife gives their husband something to remember them so they won’t try to find another wife. You don’t want me to find another wife do you?” He murmured into Sasuke’s little ear, feigning innocence.

“No, Niisan! I’ll be a good wife! What do you want?” Oh, the bliss that brought both of Itachi’s heads, both upper and lower that is. But, no matter how hard it was to not just snatch Sasuke up and tell him to bend over the bed and beg for it, Itachi knew that if he wanted Sasuke to completely go along with, not to mention enjoy, being his ‘wife’ he needed to ease him into his ‘spousal duties.’

“I want a special kiss, Sasuke.” He said quietly, tipping Sasuke‘s face back. One hand cupping his jaw while the other held the back of his neck.

“Hai, Niisan!” Sasuke replied happily and then faltered. “But, Niisan, I don’t know how to give a special kiss.”

“Would you like me to teach you?” The boy nodded rapidly while Itachi smirked. Manipulating his naïve little brother was becoming his favorite past time. “All right, close your eyes.”

He didn’t give Sasuke a chance to agree before brushing his little brother’s lips softly. He pulled back and marveled at Sasuke’s reflexive expression from the tiniest of touches; eyes shut, brow drawn together tightly, lips parted in a gasp. He leaned forward again to nibble on the pink bottom lip, worrying it with his teeth before drawing his tongue across its surface and dipping inside.

Sasuke tasted like innocence, temptation, and untouched desire. If wanting this was immoral, Itachi was more than willing to be the most deceitful and corrupt sinner on the face of the planet. He delved deeper, running his tongue over the sides of Sasuke’s cheeks, gripping the back of his head tighter when the younger boy clutched his forearms.

Sasuke whimpered into Itachi’s kiss, yielding to his brother’s slick tongue. Itachi swirled his tongue around Sasuke’s and pulled back to suck the smaller pink flesh. He pecked soft kisses to Sasuke’s lips relishing in how the younger Uchiha responded, kissing back eagerly.

“Did you like it, Sasuke?” Itachi panted, opening his eyes.

“Uh-huh,” Sasuke replied, nodding his head furiously eyes still tightly shut, flushed, and looking breathless. His lips were kiss bruised and a faint blush was painted across the bridge of a delicate upturned nose.

“Good,” He kissed the line of Sasuke’s jaw, following it to the juncture of his shoulder and neck. His sweaty palms slipped from Sasuke’s hair and down his arms before he stepped back admiring his work. Sasuke was panting harshly, chest heaving, and lips glistening. His eyelids fluttered open to expose smoky charcoal eyes framed by thick dark lashes. He looked so wanton…

“So, fucking beautiful.” Itachi murmured, dropping back down to kiss Sasuke again. He paused though hearing the creak in the stairs, alerting him to another presence arriving. He pulled back sharply, missing Sasuke’s lips by a scant inch, the younger boy whined in protest.

“Itachi,”

He jumped back guiltily before steeling his features. “Itachi,” Mikoto continued. “When you get back from your mission, how long will you have off?”

“I don’t know.” He said coldly turning away. Sasuke was still panting and left unnoticed.

“Oh, well try and get the weekend off we’re going to take a small vacation. The weather’s been so nice lately and I’m not sure when it’s going to be this good again so, we’re going to be going to the summer house, down south, for awhile.” She smiled sweetly, heightening Itachi’s aggravation. “You and your father could both use the break. He‘s been gone for what? Two weeks now?”

“Hn.”

She sighed and glanced at the immaculate room around her, her eyes skimmed over the rows of scrolls that rested on one shelf to the somehow neat pile of clothes on Itachi’s floor, to Sasuke standing dazedly next to the wall.

“Sasuke, you look flushed, are you alright?” She clucked, rushing to his side to play the doting mother.

“H-Hai, Okaasan.” His eyes never once leaving Itachi.

“What happened?” She put her hand to his forehead, checking his temperature.

“Itachi-niisan-”

“It’s the heat.” Itachi cut in softly. “He just needs something to drink.”

Mikoto studied her eldest son closely, brow wrinkled in confusion at his odd behavior.

Itachi clenched his teeth together, hoping his mother would fall for his ploy.

Her mouth stretched into another smile.

“Itachi, I’m so glad you’ve taken an interest in your brother.”

“Hn.” He replied, glowering darkly before walking out of the room tensely, sighing on the inside.

“Well, Sasuke, let’s get you that drink, I’ve just made fresh lemonade”

“Hai!” The youngest son squeaked, following his mother.

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It was early afternoon, and blistering hot in Konoha without any breeze at all. Itachi had settled himself on the step in the darkest bit of shade he could find watching the rhythmic swaying back and forth of the sprinkler as it splashed water over the grass.

“Here,” Mikoto said handing a glass of lemonade to him. He took it with a nod and murmured thanks before staring out on to the lawn again. Itachi expected his mother to go back in with another blissful smile but instead she settled herself next to him and sighed.

“It’s hot isn’t it?” He grunted in response to her rhetorical question. She faced him and pushed his shoulder playfully. “Always so serious,” She said, scrunching her features into what Itachi guess was a scowl. It looked rather half-assed to him.

Not a moment later Sasuke came drifting around the corner of the mansion, his face brightening at the sight of the sprinkler and he dashed towards it rushing right through the water. He giggled and waited for the water to come over to his side of the yard letting it wet him before it leaned back to the other side.

Itachi licked his parted lips, lifting the lemonade to gulp down a few mouthfuls, watching Sasuke over the glass’s rim. The younger Uchiha was wearing a pair of his more sinful short-shorts, the khaki material was soaked and already starting to cling to his tight bottom.

Sasuke paused in his playing to grip the hem of his wet t-shirt in both hands and pull, lifting it up and over his head and tossing it aimlessly to the ground. Small drops of water were starting to bead on his slender torso, dribbling slowly down his parted thighs in long thin rivulets. Letting his eyes slide lower, Itachi, subconsciously wiped his sweaty palms on his shorts tugging them as far away from his crotch as he could, giving his slowly growing arousal much needed room.

“Why don’t you go play with Sasuke?” Mikoto suggested, misunderstanding Itachi’s longing gaze. He jumped, awkwardly remembering his mother’s presence.

“Or maybe you should go take a nap, you seem rather jumpy lately,” She leaned closer touching his face with her hands making Itachi twitch.

“Niisan! Come play with me!” Sasuke yelled, grabbing the porch duo’s attention. He was standing to the side of the spray now waving happily.

“Aw, go on, Itachi. He looks so cute out there, how can you say no?” Cute indeed, Itachi thought, more like torturously edible. The sun was making Sasuke’s naturally pale skin glow and it contrasted beautifully with his dark hair.

“Fine,” He grumbled for show, internally boiling with the need to touch, or better yet, molest his little brother. He stripped off his own shirt and stalked to the middle of the yard, biting down a yelp as the sprinkler’s cold water hit him.

“It’s nice isn’t it, Niisan?” Sasuke said, positively beaming.

“Hn.”

The youngest Uchiha threw himself at his brother, Itachi moaned quietly at the electrifying contact of wet, water and sweat slicked skin sliding together.

“You two be careful,” Mikoto warned, walking back inside the house as the front door was knocked upon.

Itachi glanced sideways towards his mother’s retreating back and leaned towards Sasuke once she was out of sight. He kissed his brother again, seemingly drawn towards those pouty red lips. Slender, nimble fingers were trailing down Sasuke’s slippery chest, pausing to roll a hardened pink nipple before continuing downwards.

He delighted in Sasuke’s soft gasp, slipping his tongue past his parted lips. The younger pulled away from the mind-numbing kiss and smiled up at Itachi.

“Niisan, am I a good wife?” He asked curiously.

“The best,” Itachi murmured against Sasuke’s neck, suckling the velvety skin there, feeling his brother squirm in pleasure.

“Come on,” Itachi said breaking the contact. “Okaasan wants us to play.”

Sasuke’s face twisted in confusion. "I thought we were playing?"

“Yes, but Okaasan, wants us to play a different game.”

“Oh,” Sasuke replied. “But, I like this game best.”

“Me, too.” Itachi breathed.