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September. A wonderful month for some, when after a hot summer the temperatures dropped down to a pleasant twenty degrees, for others a cursed month with the start of school. Either way, every month of the year has its charms and treacheries. Slowly the school filled up with children and upperclassmen. It tried to hammer into their heads the necessary knowledge for further studies and life in general. Some absorbed it easily, others had to have it drilled into them by force.
Over the holidays there were also changes in the teaching staff. Some of the teachers changed places and others retired. A newly graduated, very handsome young man took over as biology and math teacher. Itachi Uchiha. The coal-black of long hair perpetually tied back with a rubber band framed a handsome face dominated by equally black eyes. They could look both happy and sad, for the last few years a careful observer could see the hidden pain in them. Itachi hadn't chosen this high school at random. Yes, he had responded to several teacher vacancies, but he wanted to come here for one simple reason. His younger brother, who was very similar to him, went to school here. They rarely saw each other. He had gone to the capital for college and only came home sporadically. Now he suddenly felt he needed to be closer to his sibling. He returned to his hometown. He didn't want to return home, he was living in a sublet with other roommates.

"Hey, Sasuke, we have our first class with your brother today, right?" Naruto pitched as a math exercise book and a couple of new smelling paper notebooks that were sure to turn into salads within weeks landed on their painted school desk. Naruto was a young blond boy with cute blue eyes and a never-fading smile on his face. Although he barely made it through high school, he didn't seem to worry too much about his grades, and the teachers generally liked him despite his poor grades.
"Yeah," the young man next to him yawned in response, contrasting remarkably with his best friend. Where Naruto was light, Sasuke was dark, what Uzumaki lacked in brains, the Uchiha made up for in superior intellect. He was a handsome young man, of medium height for his eighteen years, solid and hardened by sport. Hair the color of raven feathers flowed down the sides of his head in longer strands, but at the back of his head it bristled as unruly and messy as its owner. If there was one thing that particularly stood out in his handsome, symmetrical face, however, it was his large, dark eyes, mesmerizing and sensitive, sparkling and fiery as well as poignant and tender, depending on Sasuke's mood, but beautiful no matter what. "Kill me," Sasuke demanded of his friend, "I'll probably fall asleep every morning and wake up at like the third lesson." He didn't seem particularly excited by the fact that his older brother would be teaching him this year, he was much more concerned with his sleepiness now. He'd never been an early riser and hadn't gotten used to getting up over the holidays.

Naruto chuckled on command, seeing that his friend would rather be sprawled out on his desk. "Screw it, you're going to get a favor with your brother anyway. You won't even have to study," he lamented. If only he had someone in his family to tlach in school and he could profit from it. But his grandfather was renting out the bathhouse and writing some weird books to go with it. Mum was a clerk in the finance department and Dad was a courier. So he couldn't expect any profit anywhere.

"You don't know Itachi at all," Sasuke snorted, "My brother always did everything by the rules, he wouldn't even dare to help me with my homework." Perhaps their father's temper had a lot to do with that. Fugaku Uchiha raised his sons to be strictly respectful, disciplined, and pushed hard for their results. As a police commander, he was prone to that, or maybe he was simply repeating what he had absorbed from his own father. Either way, Itachi was not only the firstborn, but also perfect in everything, never talking back, never bringing in a grade worse than a B... How much more difficult a position did that make for Sasuke, whose nature was far more temperamental, so from a young age he grew up in his brother's shadow and tried for a long time to live up to him before he figured out that Itachi was Itachi and he was him. "I hope we don't do anything for the first hour," he groaned afterwards, "my brother might still be soft, he's barely out of school."

Itachi had already been preparing for two weeks for classes in the office he shared with Hashirama Senju. Nice guy. He was always smiling, and perhaps he had never seen him frown in all that time. He had long brown hair, even longer than his own. Hazel eyes that blazed with mischievous sparkles, and oddly enough, he taught economics, which he didn't understand. Why had someone of his temperament chosen this particular subject? The kids liked him, he said, which was no wonder. Talking to him made one want to confide in him everything that was weighing on his mind. Uchiha felt he could have gone into psychology and been good at it. A professional listener. Still, rumor had it that he would have liked to be a director instead of Raikage. One learned everything among the female staff.
The bell rang, the time had come. He'd had a few classes already, but he was particularly nervous for the one with Sasuke today. His papers and textbooks were strewn about before he even left the office, so he was delayed a bit and burst into class much later than he had planned. The class went quiet in anticipation of the new professor, and Itachi hoped it wasn't just today. Apparently this class could get pretty heated. He cleared his throat slightly: "Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Itachi Uchiha and we'll be meeting in math and biology class this year. To start off, I'd like everyone to stand up and introduce themselves," he invited the students, taking a moment to entertain them so he could look them over.

Sasuke flicked a meaningful glance towards Naruto. What I told you, his expression suggested. He leaned boredly against the wooden back of his chair and rubbed his eyes. He was sitting up in the fifth pew by the window, so it would be a while before his turn came. He had given his older brother only a cursory glance since Itachi had walked in the door, even though they hadn't seen each other in quite some time. Since Itachi had left the house, their relationship had been rather neutral, though he remembered adoring his brother when he was a child. Although Itachi was constantly praised and favored at home, he had always treated Sasuke like the most caring and devoted brother, Sasuke could play with him and confide all his secrets, dreams, and wishes to him. At least until he started to come into puberty. Then not only did he have friends of his own, but Itachi also started to get weird, shunned him and stopped spending as much time with him. He went from being a loving brother to... just a brother.
When it was Sasuke's turn to be introduced, he didn't even bother to stand up. "You know me, why should I introduce myself?" He argued logically, though with a certain amount of cheek.

"Even though I know you, it would be polite to introduce yourself like the others," Itachi chastised him, watching his brother perhaps more than necessary. He was still so attractive that all of his classmates had to gasp whenever he looked at any of them. All the girls had the hots for him... He was so... Itachi quickly stopped his rampant imagination. He mustn't think about it at school! He vowed to act like a regular teacher in class. The first class faced reality and it was already breaking.

Sasuke snorted, Itachi was taking his role too seriously somehow. He reluctantly scrambled to his feet, deciding to sweeten his brother's enthusiasm a little. "My name's Sasuke Uchiha, I'm kind of your brother, and mom says you to call if you need any laundry done in your new apartment, for example," he spoke out loud and the class laughed. Sasuke had no intention of knocking down Itachi's authority, but his brother was asking for it with that nurturing jab. He sat down again and this time returned Itachi's gaze, long and firm, while his classmates giggled some more.

Itachi felt like punching his brother. He was doing this to him on purpose. The very first class and such an embarrassment in front of the others. He forced himself to keep a straight face and not give the students the upper hand. "Thanks for the information. I don't think it's necessary." He decided to return the favor, though. "And you can tell Mom I'll be there for Sunday lunch. I hope you can make it, I hear it's more common now for you to sleep in until three in the afternoon." That was an exaggeration, but Mikoto had complained to him that Sasuke was getting up awfully late.

Sasuke didn't let himself get distracted as easily as Itachi. He didn't care about anything anyway, he had authority with his classmates and didn't have to earn it like his brother. "I hope so," he admitted blithely, grinning, "I might even brush my teeth in your honor." There was another wave of laughter before Naruto felt sorry for Sasuke's brother and stood up.
"I'm Uzumaki Naruto and my math is... well, not great, but nothing against you, dattebayo!"

Itachi already had it on his tongue that if he didn't clean his teeth on a regular basis, he was a pig. It's a good thing the blond guy kept going. "Don't worry, Naruto, we're all gifted at something different. I'm sure you'll be good at some other subject." The class laughed at that, which made him deduce that the boy would be on target with his grades in all subjects. Nevertheless, the students continued and he tried to remember them. He sat down at his desk and pulled out his classroom book. He looked at the record and surprisingly no one was missing today. He just made sure of it with the student with the deer on his shirt sitting in front of him. "And we won't be discussing new material today since it's that first class, but I'd like to know where you stand. So we're going to take a little test to see what you remember from last year."

"Noooo!" boomed mightily through the classroom, and immediately a wave of protest rose up.
"But teacher, it's first class!"
"And will it be for grades?"
"We're supposed to relax over the holidays!"
"Last year, we discussed a lot of crap..."
"Teacher!"
Sasuke was honestly quite amused. Not that he was gloating, but he was still a little curious to see how Itachi would handle this situation. It was a tight enough one - if he relented, his authority would go down, only if he insisted, he'd earn a reputation as a bully and his classmates wouldn't like him, which didn't make for a pleasant atmosphere either. He was relaxed himself, because he mostly got through math without any problems, though the truth was that he did more interesting things over the summer than just solving math examples. Naruto, on the other hand, was saying a silent prayer beside him, poor thing.

"Like I said, it's for me to see what you remember. I didn't say I was going to grade it," he assured the students that they didn't need to freak out, and he could see how mightily relieved they were. "Just because I'm not going to grade it doesn't mean you're going to flunk it. I would ask you to give it your best shot after the holidays." Itachi reminded himself of the reasons he decided to be a teacher. It didn't seem quite as beautiful and noble as he had imagined in his freshman year of college.

Some still grumbled a bit, but not so much when they weren't in danger of messing up their average in the first class. Sasuke had noticed that Itachi had taken the trouble the first time around, and had even photocopied the example papers for them to hand out. Most of the teachers had already dealt with this by simply dictating everything they needed and letting them get the papers wherever they could think of. His older brother seemed to have focused on the classics - equations. One to three unknowns, usually not that hard. Sasuke pulled a calculator out of his backpack and got to work.

The older Uchiha let the class do the math in peace, watching the students' faces as they took the test. It wasn't going to be so hard, and even those who weren't good at math should be able to do it. "The first three to get the math right get a grade. It's voluntary, so it's up to you," he urged the kids to compete. He was curious to see who would participate.

Itachi's words fell on deaf ears this time. Although the fourth graders weren't nearly as competitive as they once had been in elementary school, the prospect of easy grades still enticed them, and the students fired up their calculators until all that echoed through the classroom was the frantic tapping and scratching of pens on papers. Ten minutes later, the first seven volunteers at the department were nearly shitting themselves.

The long-haired Uchiha couldn't believe his eyes that so many students had shown such activity. He thought it would be two or three at most, and then it was a small avalanche. Oddly enough, the first test he turned in had a bored-looking young man sitting in front of the department, and he didn't even bother to get up, just handed him the test. That was the first mark. He found one mistake on the second student, so the others still had a chance. The enthusiastic blonde was already slipping his test under his arm. She was so agile she outran even his brother. Another A. It was Sasuke's turn. He looked like he was carrying an indulgent reward, not the test results. He took the test from him and was a little nervous as his brother stood close to him.

Sasuke had no idea of Itachi's feelings, peeking under his arms and leaning into him. He didn't find it strange, though he wouldn't dare do that to another teacher, it was just that since it was Itachi's first class, he couldn't separate the line between his teacher and his brother yet. While the older Uchiha corrected his test and went over each line, he had the opportunity to let his scent affect him. It was so familiar to him, not only the one that was his natural, but his sibling had also been using the same brand of aftershave since he was a teenager. Maybe it would be nice to see him more often again after all, at least twice a week in class and at Sunday lunches.

Itachi was starting to sweat profusely. Granted, it was only a few examples, but it seemed to be taking an awfully long time. Plus, his nose soon realized that what smelled nice here was Sasuke. God, it was like smelling a tempting cake and not having a spoon to eat it with. Beads of sweat popped up on his forehead as he wrote an A at the end. "Last mark, you can sit down," he urged the rest of the speedsters, handing his brother the test. "You got everything right, didn't you repeat the examples over the holidays?" The last time he had seen his brother was sometime in the middle of the holidays when he moved back to Konoha. He was so handsome, he was crying in his head that they were of the same blood. Fate is cruel.

The younger Uchiha chuckled. "I had better things to do this summer, Itachi," he assured him, though for once he made sure the other classmates couldn't hear him, except perhaps Shikamaru in the front pew. After all, he didn't want to ruin Itachi enough that he might be said it's a nepotism or something when he could be teasing him in class. He took his corrected test and went to sit back down. His brother wasn't taking papers from the first ones turned in anymore, but Naruto and the rest of the class had to trot over after a few more minutes to bring Itachi their experiments. A good chunk of the class had already been cut, the last fifteen minutes were left, and Sasuke assumed that Itachi would probably be telling them about the amazing nooks and crannies of math they were going to learn this year.

But the black-haired teacher unexpectedly turned to the students. "I often hear, and I used to do it too, that math is not as important as people say it is. That's why I'd like each of you to tell me what you used math for over the holidays. At least on a daily basis, you use it to pay for something, but I believe you have used it in other ways and may not even know it yourself. Shikamaru, where did you use math?" He asked the student, who he guessed to be smart, but also quite lazy by the look on his face.
"What a pain in the ass," the young man with the deerstalker on his shirt grumbled and slumped in his chair. He seemed to think for a moment. "Do you want to list everything or just one thing?" He asked, as if a long list had popped into his head.
"One thing is enough," the sympathetic teacher assured him, wondering what would come out of the young man.
"Last time I counted a number grid while playing a game of pexes. I'm tired of remembering the pictures." He simply memorized the coordinates of the picture, and when he found the other one, he could take it right away. It was easy and no one really wanted to play with him because of it.

"There you go!" Echoed an indignantly fleshy boy next to him with healthy pink cheeks. Chouji was one of the few who hadn't given up on playing with his best friend yet, though he always lost, unless Shikamaru let him win on purpose. The class laughed and then everyone started to contribute their bit to the mill. Someone used percentages, someone used a trinomial, now and then students simply referred to a calculator, one boy calculated the contents of a rectangle when he and his father needed to lay carpet in the house.
When it was Sasuke's turn, the young man scratched at his disheveled hair. "Hmm, my keys got stuck under the grid, so I had to fashion an integral out of wire to fish them out, does that count?" he pitched innocently, and the class giggled. Sasuke had of course used math over the summer, but only for the common things that had been said a dozen times here, and he didn't want to keep repeating himself. "I'd be interested to know, teacher," he hastened his own question afterwards, "what you used math for during the summer. Besides preparing for our classes."

"Like your classmates, plus I was calculating the volume of water shot from the hose, for a bet with a friend." What is he talking about?! If only the students knew what he was really talking about, the principal would have thrown him out with his mighty paws. It just came out of his mouth. He and Kisame were arguing about the amount of semen they can produce after sex and two weeks of abstinence. Strangely enough, there was no statistical difference.

Sasuke raised his eyebrows in puzzlement. Why would anyone bet on such a bullshit? Like yeah, he'd had his share of crazy bets over the past few years too, but apparently the teachers had some weird sense of humor or something. No one had time to react to it much, though, because at that moment the sharp bell rang, announcing the end of the first lesson. Sasuke excitedly packed his math book back into his bag when he heard Itachi call out to him over the din of his classmates.

Itachi waited for his brother to join him and walked out into the hallway with him, where it was a little quieter than the din that had started in the classroom. His brother didn't seem thrilled that he was obviously asking for something. What did he want from him, anyway? Offer to tutor him, but when, as he knew, everything was going well? Or to say hello to his parents? Nonsense. He had to come up with something logical. He must have been scratching his head for too long, because Sasuke raised an eyebrow questioningly. "I'd like to discuss our, shall we say professional, relationship. You should treat me like a teacher so others don't feel I'm patronizing you."

The younger Uchiha snorted. This was something he would have figured out on his own without Itachi reminding him. It was just that if there was anything he really disliked, it was being told you should and must. He'd had enough of that from his father as a child, and it had bred a certain defiance in him, unlike the obedient Itachi. "What if?" He said with a certain cheeky provocation, "it wouldn't be my problem." He knew that wasn't quite true himself, but that wasn't important right now. He didn't let Itachi speak, however; he preceded him: "I know how to treat you, Itachi. See you at Sunday, teacher." With those words, he returned to class.

The long-haired Uchiha sighed. His brother had grown up too much and he had somehow missed it. When had he become a young man who resented all authority? Too bad, he remembered Sasuke a little differently. Maybe it was just his first impression in a strange environment and it would calm down in time. With a slightly droopy smile, he parted for his office to exchange his math books for biology.

The brown-haired teacher was just opening a cup of fruit yogurt with pleasure when the door to the office opened and his new young colleague entered. At first glance, he knew something was wrong, and his eyes flew to the lesson plan that hung on their shared bulletin board. "Gee," he chuckled then, dropping the top cap into the trash can, "so tell me. What have my devils done to you?" Hashirama Senju was Sasuke's class teacher.

"Basically nothing, but I don't think Sasuke likes me teaching him very much," Itachi replied casually, setting his textbooks down on his desk so he could grab another stack. "He tried to see what I could stand, and the class cheered him on, but that's to be expected. Still, I was a little taken aback." He wishes he and his sibling had a healthy family relationship. He would have been much better at learning.

A smile appeared on Hashirama's face. Though that was there most of the time, this one was wider. "Don't worry about it, Itachi. He'll get over it, it's been a long time since you've seen each other. And Sasuke isn't... hmm, if I do say so myself, he's not a jerk like some. In fact, he's very sensible and... mature. You have an exceptional brother, Itachi. I remember a case. My class can be a bit exuberant, you'll find that out in time. But once in front of the school, it could have gotten really bad. I saw from the window that such a strong group was bullying Chouji. You know, the boy who's a bit of fat. They were pushing and shouting and taking his stuff... And before I could intervene, your brother spoke up. He told them that was enough and to leave him alone. He was able to say STOP at the moment it became a social norm. Do you know how much courage that takes? And they obeyed him. From then on, no one bullied Chouji."

The long-haired Uchiha was surprised. He was sure their father had instilled the same social principles in them, but Sasuke had always been a provocateur in body and soul. He was always trying to see how far he could go. He wouldn't be surprised if he was caught with weed somewhere behind the school. Still, he was impressed that his little brother stood up for someone. In adolescence, most young people want to fit in with their peers and not stand out from the crowd. The desire of some was so strong that they were willing to do things to please others, and bullying easily ensued. He had the attitude of a peacemaker and was not afraid to go against the bullies who wanted to hurt others. "He always knew what was right, but he didn't always want to follow it," Itachi remarked, "Father would have been pleased."

"Yes. He makes me happy too," Hashirama beamed, "I'm sure your father is proud of you both. Sasuke is learning well and he's a handsome boy." The brown haired man licked his lips and for a moment looked like he was thinking about something. Finally, he patted Itachi on the shoulder. "Give him time, I'm sure he won't be a problem all the time, you're his brother after all," he assured him kindly, sitting down at his desk, "and if he does, I'll talk to him in person." He dug into his yogurt with chunks of strawberries.

"Just so he doesn't do shenanigans over this very thing. I'll trust in his saner self," Itachi finally uttered. He'd always done that and then covered his brother's back or saved his ass... Now he'd do other things to his ass. He blushed a little. God, first few days of school and he's still thinking about sex, and with his brother to boot. He's gonna have to get used to it, he's gonna see him more often, and it wouldn't be good if something happened that shouldn't.

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The kitchen, which also served as a dining room, carried the delicious aroma of home-made minced meat, mashed potatoes and parsley. Mikoto had prepared a feast in Itachi's honour, and knowing her older son's sweet tooth, she had gone to the trouble of making a sumptuous marzipan cake. She was happy to have her family all together again after a long time, the only ones missing were Fugaku's brothers Madara and Izuna and his son Shisuie.
"Itachi, take some more," she urged her elder son, naively thinking that he didn't cook at all at the apartment, even though she knew how good Itachi always was at cooking.

"No, thank you, Mom, I'm completely full," Itachi thanked, resisting another mouthful. No doubt his cousin would have added at least three more. He absolutely didn't understand where he always put the food. "You cooked it very well." He complimented her cooking skills and just threatened to wonder when she'd pull out the cake she promised, because if she pulled it out now, he'd have to stuff it in his pockets for later. Itachi watched his brother for the duration of lunch. There was a different atmosphere at home than at school, yet Sasuke didn't seem to enjoy his company, or did he? Especially with his parents asking how his first week at school as a teacher had been.

Sasuke stubbornly munched on his meatloaf, but even good food couldn't do much to fix his mood. There it was again. Itachi this and Itachi that, his parents asking him about all the impressions and feelings and first accomplishments... He was having his first week of school too, dammit! Sure, Mikoto had asked him now and then during those first few days, and his father once, but... they didn't go into that much detail! He should finally get used to the fact that he would always be the second one in this family, it had been like that since he was a kid.
"Well, how's Sasuke?" Fugaku pitched, and the youngest Uchiha raised his head hopefully, only for his father to continue towards Itachi, "Did he misbehave in class?"

Itachi had always tried to cover his brother's shenanigans and save him from his father's wrath, and so it was today. "No, he's good," he uttered simply. Good, perhaps, but obedient he was certainly not. There wasn't a lesson when Sasuke didn't have some sort of speech in front of the entire class. Still, he didn't want to bring it up in front of his father. Fugaku was of a more violent nature, and would definitely rat his siblings out.

The short-haired youth shot Itachi a quick glance. He hadn't expected him to hold him up, more like he was guessing he was going to sue Fugaku.
"I'm glad you two can finally spend more time together again," Mikoto remarked pleasantly, sizing up both of her sons, "I know it's not the same at school, but still. You can do a lot of things now that Itachi is back in town."
"Yeah, and you can start by doing the dishes after lunch," Fugaku joked, earning a reproachful look from his wife.

"Of course," laughed Itachi, who never had a problem helping his mother. Whether it was babysitting Sasuke or housework. He was always on hand and willing to do what was needed. "Sasuke, what about you?" He asked with a smile. He didn't understand why his little brother was so bitchy. Well, it was nice today, they were all home together and the food was so good. And he looked like it'd taken something from him.

"Yeah, sure," the Uchiha nodded, putting down his cutlery, "you want to wash or wipe?" The housework didn't bother him, or his brother per se, but rather the way his parents constantly praised him. Rather than hearing about Itachi's impressions of the school he'd been going to for four years, he'd rather do something outside with his friends while the weather was still warm and pleasant. It's just that family always came first, that was one of the things their upbringing had instilled in them.

"Wipe it off," the long-haired young man replied, standing up. "You've hardly eaten anything. Is something wrong?" asked Itachi guilelessly as they carried the dishes into the kitchen and began to slowly process it. He figured he should have stayed home after all. Seeing his brother only on infrequent visits was terribly rare, and he regretted it now, even though he knew full well why he had made that decision. His brother looked so good today. He didn't mind at all that he was wearing a t-shirt and sweatpants to wear home, his hair was messed up from bed, and who knew what was wrong with his teeth since he'd bragged at school about getting them cleaned in his honor. He didn't care, he was perfect.

"Nothing, what would be wrong?" Sasuke raised an eyebrow and turned on the hot water. What was happening was what always happened, why was he freaking out about it anyway? Was it because he stopped getting used to Itachi's presence and his parents gushing over him? He sighed, it wasn't his brother's fault. It wasn't Itachi's fault. He tried to put on a friendlier face and smiled across the sink at the long-haired man. "I'm not hungry today. Thanks for covering for me in front of Dad," he tossed out with a slight tinge of guilt. The older Uchiha was a good teacher. His innate patience helped him handle even cases like the perpetually stumped Naruto, to whom he had to explain the procedures several times.

"I'm not going to snitch about such trifles. Remember when you broke the glass in the neighbors' greenhouse with a ball? I didn't bat an eyelid either." He even took the blame, but his father wasn't fooled and spank them both down. Itachi for lying and Sasuke for his antics. "You can always count on me." He wanted to be a rock for Sasuke again, but not only that. But his little brother was an adult and independent. He didn't need a protective hand anymore.

"I know," Sasuke sighed, though it wasn't quite true. Of course his brother had been the closest person to him before, but five years was five years. It was strange, like he had to find a relationship with him again, like they'd become almost estranged in all that time. "What's Kisame doing anyway, what's life like with him at the apartment?" He asked at Itachi's best friend, trying to keep the conversation from becoming stilted. He remembered the blue haired lumberjack well, he was always fun to be around.

"Wild. Even though he teaches gym at the college, he doesn't seem to have grown out of his student years at all and still goes out drinking like a wild one. I don't know where he gets the stamina. I'd die after half the dose he can drink," Itachi laughed. His roommate was quite the act. He didn't go far for a punch, a bunch of walking muscle. He was occasionally made fun of for it, but his heart was pure. He could be trusted with anything.

"Gymnasts teachers are like that already, must be the hormones or something," Sasuke chuckled, handing his brother another washed plate. It had been a really long time since they'd gotten together like this over some housework and been able to talk, just the two of them. And even though they'd had a lot more topics in common before, Sasuke decided to at least make an effort. "And who's the last roommate? You said there were three of you in the apartment," he reminded Itachi.

Itachi chuckled to himself before replying to his brother, "I originally thought Kisame had gotten a blonde girl to join us. We met at the door of the apartment and I was about to say that I wasn't expecting the lady at our place when he spoke. He had a strong masculine voice for the way his long hair was styled. I didn't have the courage to ask Kisame where he dug him up, but he said he was a student at art school. That's what he looks like, a bit of a bohemian. His room is like a grenade. I guess he doesn't care much for order." Deidara wasn't bad, he was just a little surprised at first.

"That must be some relative of Naruto's," Sasuke chuckled as he heard Deidara's description, "He's got a perpetual mess in his room too... hmm, even if he doesn't look like a girl. He just might act like it sometimes." His best friend was a bit of a dork, but he liked him anyway, he was always up for any fun and could talk to him about anything. He finished washing the dishes and wiped his hands on a paper napkin. "Judging by the cake Mom made, I'm guessing you'll have to take half of it to your apartment," he warned his older brother, "but Kisame will eat it for sure."

"I guess so, but Kisame is like a shark, he'll eat anything he can get his teeth on," Itachi laughed. It was great and enjoyable to talk to his brother about ordinary things that weren't related to math and biology. He felt at home and comfortable after a long time. Even though he would be interested in other things. Like being with Sasuke as much as possible. But somehow that wasn't possible right now, even though he was enjoying his presence immensely.

Sasuke dropped the paper towel in the trash and smiled at his brother. This time with his eyes, too, not just formally. For a moment it looked like he hesitated before he stepped closer to Itachi and hugged him. "I'm glad you're back, brother," he chirped, realizing how much had changed since they were kids. For example, the fact that his older brother didn't seem so tall anymore - he'd grown, even if Itachi still towered over him by ten inches.

"Me too, I've missed you," Itachi replied with a shaky smile, hugging his brother tightly. He couldn't resist taking a deep breath of his scent. It was pleasant, not overpowered by deodorant, which made him like it all the more. It was strange that someone could smell so appealing to him and be his sibling. He didn't understand where it came from. The longing, the dreams, the desire to have his brother around.

They were only afforded a few minutes of brotherly love before Mikoto came into the kitchen. "Guys, I think we should move to the living room and have that cake. I'll put the coffee on, who wants some?" She smiled at her sons.
"I don't think I'll pass," Sasuke decided, gently stepping away from Itachi to actively reach into the cupboard for cups, "I'll help you make it, Mom."

The long-haired Uchiha felt a sharp stab of disappointment that his mother had come to the kitchen, but maybe that was a good thing, because then it would have been suspicious that he was keeping his brother for so long. The more he'd held onto him for so many years, the more he'd longed for him. Because of those desires, he'd gone as far away as he could. He wanted to forget, to unlearn, to uproot the shameful affection... obviously, despite the distance he'd kept his brother, it hadn't helped.

Soon the smell of coffee wafted through the kitchen and then the living room. The two brothers helped their mother carry the cups of coffee liquid to the coffee table, and Mikoto then placed a large, delicious-looking cake with marzipan decorations and dessert plates in its center.
"You have to load it up, Itachi, I made it especially for you," she then prompted her older son as she slid a long serrated knife towards him.
"Yeah, Itachi, and hurry, Shisui might come," Sasuke warned his brother jokingly.

"I feel like it's my birthday," the long-haired Uchiha laughed a little nervously, taking over the candy-cutting knife. Mom had tried so hard for him. After all, he had only come home for lunch. It was more like he had come from the world after a few years and was going to be out again. Guess Mom missed him at home. He cut a knife into the cake and put a wedge on everyone's plate and gave his brother a smaller one so he wouldn't have to overdo it. He never liked candy. He much preferred potato chips.

Sasuke ate a few spoonfuls so Mikoto wouldn't be sad since she was already struggling so hard with the splendor, but sweet wasn't his domain, he and Itachi differed greatly on that. "You don't want a birthday, you're turning thirty in a few years, you're going to be an old peach," he teased his brother.
"Sasuke!" Fugaku snapped at his younger son in a offended tone, "Are you saying that Mommy and I belong in the cemetery or what?"
"I didn't say that!" The youngest Uchiha defended himself with a laugh, "you don't look your age at all." It was true. Mikoto, like any woman, knew how to take care of herself, and Fugaku, on the other hand, was staying in shape thanks to his job with the police.

Itachi laughed as his father looked irritated. He'd always been a lion who could stand up and fight for his family. The mention that he might be growing gray hair didn't excite him much. More like repulsed. "Exactly, they might still guess we're siblings in town," he joined in. That would make Sasuke look like their child. He was eating his cake and felt like he must have already bulged his belly like a pregnant mouse after lunch and this goodness.

"Well, that probably wouldn't work," Mikoto said, but still looked flattered, "and speaking of which, how old are you, Itachi." A conspiratorial look appeared on the dark-haired woman's face. "When are you going to introduce us to one of your girls too? There must have been clouds of them in the faculty, or am I wrong?" She winked at her older son. The majority of the girls were in the education department and Itachi was a handsome boy, surely they must have responded to that. A handsome, sensible young man who liked to cook...

"I've still got time," said the long-haired young man casually, putting his plate down on the table, "you know I've never been in a hurry. How about Sasuke here," he took his brother amiably around the shoulders. "After all, he's much less reserved than I am. I'm sure you've had one of his ,friends' over before." He pitched in to find out something. His brother felt so nice warm in his palm. It was masochism on his part, he couldn't help but find an excuse to touch him.

Sasuke didn't see anything strange about it, he calmly leaned against Itachi and breathed in his scent contentedly. It was nice to feel his embrace once more, even if this one was kind of half-hearted. He had to admit that Itachi had gotten pretty manly as well, his facial features sharper than when they were children and his hand stronger and more sure.
"Well," Mikoto admitted with a laugh, "we've had a lot of lady visitors over the holidays, haven't we? Just show off, Sasuke."
"Her name's Tayuya, but we don't date anymore," he shrugged carelessly, "it was just a... summer love."

Itachi immediately snorted in displeasure. Summer love, phew, what was that against his doomed years! The only thing that reassured him was that he obviously wasn't dating her anymore... only if there was one, there could be another. And he'd have a hard time with that if he saw them sugaring up together at school. He forced himself to breathe freely and relax. "So now you're, what's the word, a freelancer, Sasuke?"

"For now, yes," agreed Sasuke, who showed that at eighteen he really wasn't worried about such things, "but who knows what will happen in a month? There's plenty and plenty of material all around."
"Sasuke, what are you talking about?!" Mikoto scorned. He said material! She had always tried to raise her sons to have respect and sympathy for women. She didn't like that kind of statement.

Her older son didn't like it any better, but for a slightly different reason. For one, he didn't want Sasuke dating anyone, and two, he was into girls. Such a shame... if he was into boys... then he'd have at least a little hope that things could turn around. Heteros never wanted to hear about sex with a man, and Kisame was constantly teasing him about it. "Mom, don't be offended, what if he found a boyfriend," he tried to tease everyone present.

"Well then I'd have to beat him like a dog," Fugaku echoed from his seat, working his way through the second piece of cake with interest, and looked at his younger son with a sidelong glance.
"Well," Mikoto laughed, placing a gentle hand on her husband's thigh, "of course the most important thing would be to keep him happy, but honestly... I'd like to see grandchildren."
"There's adoption, after all," Sasuke chimed in, surprisingly not reacting particularly negatively to the possibility of his potential homosexuality.

Itachi felt like laughing uproariously. As he expected. His father was strongly against it, his mother wasn't in favor of it either, but she was too fond of them to somehow prevent them from their unusual love. "But that was a hypothetical question anyway. Though the youth of today are experimenting with everything, not excluding these predilections. I wouldn't be surprised if everyone in my class had tried something." The long-haired young man's tongue itched hard, but he had to restrain himself in front of his parents. Not only in words, but also in actions.

Sasuke flicked a brief glance towards Itachi, and there was a certain mischievousness in his expression that gave his older brother the benefit of the doubt. He didn't say a word, but there was some perverse mystery in the way his lips curled, in the expression of his handsome face. At least it was legible to Itachi, for he had always understood his brother without speaking.
"Pretty spoiled youth," Fugaku snorted, setting his dessert plate down on the table, "Sasuke, I hope you don't indulge in such experiments!"
"Of course I don't, Dad," the young man addressed nodded in an innocent voice, "I'm as pure as a lily."

The long-haired Uchiha's mind wavered with curiosity. What did his little brother mean by that? Was he really trying to have something with the boys? Was he fucking someone or getting fucked? Why? He needs to have that explained to him as soon as possible. This lack of knowledge was really starting to get to him. What if it ends up being completely different? Sasuke was handsome, he'd seen the girls in his class eyeing him, why couldn't he find some same sex experience... But in his mind, he was the one his brother would sleep with for the first time... such a disappointment.

The youngest Uchiha was apparently completely unaware of Itachi's predicament, and while his brother was seething, he was engaged in his parents' not-so-entertaining conversation about what needed to be done in the garden for fall chores. He clung to Itachi, unaware that he was causing the long-haired young man no small amount of torment with every rub, that he was adding a drop of excitement with every tickle of his tousled hair, that he was provoking Itachi's self-control with every glance, and causing his brother to shudder with every note of his laughter.

"Sasuke and will you show me the pumpkins you grew?" Itachi asked his brother when he thought he was going to fly out of his skin and the only thing holding him back were his parents sitting across the table. He wanted to kiss his brother's lips, his cheeks, his whole face, his finger, every part of his body, and yet he sat on the couch like a rock and did none of the things that were on his mind.

"Those aren't my..." Sasuke wanted to argue, because of course he was helping his father with the greenhouse, but he was mostly interested in tomatoes and parsley himself, but all it took was one significant look from Itachi to understand. "Yeah, sure, gladly," he nodded, looking up with an apologetic smile towards his parents, "We'll be right back." Given that neither Fugaku nor Mikoto had made any effort to accompany them, they could tell that their parents were also taking into consideration the fact that they wanted to talk privately, just between brothers.

Itachi was relieved that his brother had taken his hints correctly. They had grown up together and it still showed. The long-haired Uchiha walked out into the garden in his slippers, content to breathe in the damp autumn air to refresh his mind. He waited for his little brother to catch up to him and parted into the garden. It was still blooming with autumn roses and a bed of ornamental fall flowers that were bravely lifting their heads to the sun. "Whew, I thought someone was coming with us. I want to enjoy you too without anyone else around."

Sasuke chuckled quietly. It was true that they hadn't had a chance to talk properly alone together since Itachi had returned from the study. His classmates and Itachi's colleagues were always present in class, his parents at home, and he hadn't visited his older brother at his apartment.
"It's been a while since we've walked alone like this," he nodded, giving Itachi a sidelong glance, "but I guess we won't be playing Indian today, huh?" Itachi, with his long black hair, was always a perfect match for Vinnetou.

"Probably not, but it used to be fun. Like when you were tied to the martyr's stake," his older sibling winked at his brother and ruffled his hair. Slowly, they reached the back garden, where half the open space was taken up by long-stemmed pumpkins, and yellow-orange bellies peeked out from under the big leaves. Pumpkin was just everywhere. Mikoto would surely use a lot of them for decoration and keep some for food. Roasted, soup, pureed... there were many recipes. He sat down on the swing that was still there, but probably not used much anymore. "I'd like to ask you something," he replied shyly, though inside he was burning with curiosity, "have you been experimenting? I mean, the way our parents and I talked about partners and stuff..."

The younger Uchiha grinned. So his mute gestures didn't escape Itachi's attention after all. "Maybe," he replied mysteriously, leaning his shoulder against the metal structure of the swing his older brother was sitting on. He let the sun shine on his face, early September was still relatively warm, though some of the trees were slowly starting to turn yellow and red. Sasuke loved autumn when it was Indian Summer, not the perpetual slush and mud, but a colorful warm autumn with ripe chestnuts, the smell of melting leaves, and the autumn sun that no longer burned but only caressed. "Why do you care? Do you want to reprimand me for it?" He continued with a slight curl of his lips, and a fiery temper flashed in his beautiful eyes.

"Not at all. The look on our father's face was enough for me. He would have reprimanded you for the whole town. You know I always had your back when you needed it." Itachi licked his lips, a little afraid of what he would find out. "So what were you trying that was interesting?" He just had to know, he couldn't leave here without giving away the secret. It was like candy. A tempting wrapper and an even sweeter inside.

Sasuke looked enigmatic for a while. In his mind, he wondered why Itachi was so eager for his sexual experiences, unless he was a terrible prude himself and was making up for the lack of physical contact by at least having someone else tell him about it. "Let's just say I've had enough time to learn that some... activities are enjoyable with both a girl and a boy," he pitched, still cautious in case Itachi started to get offended after all.

Noooo, Itachi groaned inwardly. But he didn't let anything show on his face. It was here. He felt... betrayed, almost as if his little brother had cheated on him and yet he had no right to. "So you slept with a guy?" He asked, as if asking if he'd bought ice cream. "And how was that?" Maybe if he'd liked it... no, he was going into megalomaniacal what if conspiracy theories again. "I don't mind, Sasuke, I'm just curious," he assured his sibling, who was looking at him intently.

The younger Uchiha, confident and on top of things up until then, blushed a little after all. "Hey, hold on, I didn't say that!" He defended himself against Itachi's interpretation and hesitated before adding: "I said some activities. Like... like someone doing it to you with their mouth. Girl or boy, what does it matter? A boy can do it just as well, maybe better." He paused for a moment, before he rolled his eyes as if guiltily averting them and drawled with endearing embarrassment, "Though I admit that when it comes to the taste... well, I had to have half a bag of sour worms afterwards."

The long-haired Uchiha laughed strangely to himself. Semen might taste different, but he had never eaten sour earthworms after that. His brother blushed so cutely. It increased his attractiveness by a thousand percent. He'd surely have his cheeks that adorably red even if they were in bed together. It seemed like virginity was still waiting for the right guy in that regard. He wasn't cocky, but he was the one. Who else could give Sasuke more love and affection than him? " It's not so bad when it comes down to it, though it's a fact that there are better things to eat."

If Sasuke had gum or any kind of morsel in his mouth right now, he would definitely be caught off guard. He was no fool, he was good at calculating what Itachi's statement implied, but he couldn't believe it. His eyes darted in surprise to the older Uchiha, who was swaying gently and smiling in a way he probably had never seen in him. Mischievous? "You too... you ever... you...?" Stammered the short-haired youth, as he needed reassurance of his assumption. He would never say that to his older brother, that he'd had affairs with the same sex.
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"Sasuke, I'm not the saint our parents or you think I am," he uttered with a curl of his lips. Sasuke's reaction really amused him. His brother probably thought that maybe he was a virgin and was preaching the motto of sex after marriage, only he was much kinkier than anyone could imagine. "I've tried all sorts of things. There were plenty of options in college." He wouldn't have dared anything here in high school, but many things had happened in a foreign city with a crew or Kisame.

Sasuke opened and closed his mouth once or twice idly. Itachi? The Itachi he knew? The one who was always so unspoiled, traditionalist and reserved? "I see you've had some interesting experiences in your studies that I don't think ours boast much of," he remarked when he was finally able to speak coherently, a conspiratorial grin appearing on his face. "Then I'm looking forward to going to college, too. Maybe I'll get a lot of... hmm... experience, too."

"It depends on where you go and who you associate with. Our father would get a shock just from knowing I kissed a boy." Kisame had had enough of his whining and tormented looks at times and literally forced someone into his bed to keep him quiet for a while. His own hand was inadequate at times, and fucking the covers wasn't as satisfying as having someone alive in it. Soon he was whispered to be a wonderful and attentive lover. After that, he had so many offers that he didn't know what to do with them, wanting someone who knew nothing about it.

"Well, I'm not going to pretend that's enough of a surprise for me either, Itachi," Sasuke admitted with a laugh, winking at the older Uchiha. "No offense, but I always thought sex would be for you something like... well, I don't know. The ultimate expression of love? Of trust? The culmination of a relationship? And now I find out you're actually a common dowser," he teased, even though Itachi hadn't said anything specific, just that he'd tried things and guaranteed he must have done blow job to someone if he'd reacted that way earlier. Guess he'd have to correct Itachi's picture in his head.

"You're right. Most of all, I'd like to share the act of love with someone I love, someone I can trust implicitly, someone I can be the other half of my soul for. I am not yet able to realize that," he uttered tactfully, so as not to have to shout to the world that he had his chosen one at his fingertips. "And sometimes the body has its own needs that cannot be ignored in the long run." He's always been terribly horny, and his short-term acquaintances wondered where the stamina and lust came from. But even in the arms of a lover, he never forgot Sasuke.

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Sasuke nodded, he understood this. He hadn't really dealt with serious relationships himself, he kept telling himself he had time for this. And even though his brother had said the same thing to his parents in the living room a few minutes ago, he still felt like there was a strangely painful undertone to his words about love. He stepped closer and placed his hand on his. It was nice and warm and bigger than his, he liked the manly veins, the clean curves of his brother's fingernails. "Don't worry, Itachi. The right one is waiting for you somewhere. And when she finds you, she'll be the luckiest person in the world," he crooned softly.

"I'd like to believe so," Itachi muttered, looking up at his brother. His heart clenched painfully as he realized, for the umpteenth time, that his strong affection for his brother was not a healthy relationship at all, and perhaps he should get treatment. But there are no pills to dissolve love. Only a bullet to the head would resolve it decisively. "But what if I'm interested in someone I just can't be with. What then?"

"And what would stop you from doing that? Distance? Reluctant parents? Language barrier?" guessed Sasuke the reason for his brother's sadness, "These are all things that can be dealt with. Worse, of course, if you had a crush on a married woman with a family, that would be more complicated... but even that might be manageable in time. So tell me, what's the problem, Itachi?" His hand tightened more soothingly on the back of his brother's hand.

Itachi opened his mouth, tempted to confide in Sasuke. Only the more he looked into those beautiful black depths that measured him so amiably... What if he saw disgust and hatred in them? He closed his mouth. No, this was not the time to say anything like that. Living in isolation was better than living in hatred and alienation. "There are certain things that prevent me from reaching out to that person. I'm afraid I'll lose the person irretrievably and never get the one back."

Sasuke blinked in surprise. Could it be... some man Itachi had fallen in love with? He realized that would explain why he referred to his love as a person, not a woman. Maybe that's the reason that's holding Itachi back. If the man were heterosexual, it would indeed be an insurmountable barrier. With a sigh, he hugged Itachi. "Well, no matter how it turns out, you'll always have me at least," he tried to lighten the situation.

The long-haired Uchiha's sadness deepened for a moment. If Sasuke could see beneath the surface of his carefully hidden feelings for a moment, he would understand everything instantly. He returned his brother's hug, and was so glad he couldn't see his face now, which showed pain and suffering. His arms would have loved to hug his brother, who knew more about him and agreed... only they couldn't, they had to hold back. "Yes, I'll always be there for you too."

"That's enough for me," Sasuke breathed contentedly, burying his face for a moment in Itachi's raven hair that gave off such a pleasant scent. "But enough of this serious talk, I don't want you to be sad. How about we discuss your teaching career instead? How do you like teaching in our class? Who do you like, who do you dislike? Don't worry, I'm not going to snitch on you to my classmates, I'm just kind of curious," he grinned at his brother, oblivious to the fact that when he pulled away from Itachi's embrace, the long-haired young man at least let his hand rest in his own.

"Well..." began Itachi thoughtfully, "it's too early to form an opinion about everyone." He tried to play it off. In Sasuke's class, he was mostly focused on his sibling, and the rest of the class was not very interesting background noise to him. Plus, his brother's hand was so hot. Maybe he thought it was, but it was digging into his skin. The simple touch of the two hands was so intense!

"Oh come on," Sasuke, who had taken some psychology as part of his first year social science foundation course, laughed, "don't say no one taught you about the first impression effect. There has to be someone who has impressed you, whether positively or negatively." Itachi seemed so strangely absent-minded, as if his thoughts were on something else entirely, that he felt like snapping his free hand in front of his eyes. "Itachi, come on. Share your teacher's opinion."

"Yeah yeah," Itachi hummed but sensed his little brother wanted a more interesting answer. "So that... Kiba's a real rascal. Sometimes one has no idea what new activity he'll come up with next to shorten what he thinks is a boring class. Sometimes I wonder what he's up to, and it's his first week of school. Otherwise, Shikamaru is interesting. He seems very smart, but he's probably picked up two people's worth of laziness. I guess he forgot to get in line for the diligence." The older Uchiha was sorry that he couldn't say he was most interested in his brother. His every look and movement. Mostly he'd just like to stand at his desk. Checking, advising, and every now and then touching, stroking, or smelling his brother.

"Yeah, Shikamaru's such a lazy weirdo," Sasuke nodded knowingly, "but I heard from Chouji that maybe he's in Mense, he's got an awfully high IQ somehow. He mostly keeps to himself though, he's no fun to be around. Kiba, on the other hand, is always in the thick of things, he's a force to be reckoned with in a party. He loves big dogs, he's got one at home, a beast that looks like a calf. He's taken him out on the town a couple of times, can you believe it? And the tea room... once he brought us weed instead of tobacco-uuuh!" Sasuke snorted in surprise when Itachi jerked him after that last sentence and pulled him down to his swing. "I didn't say I had some," he argued amusedly, but his eyes said it all.

"You didn't, but I know you too well to know that you've never resisted anything forbidden." Indeed, so had he. He thought that if he went far away and didn't see his brother, his morbid affection for his underage brother, who was only thirteen at the time, would wear off over time and he would begin to live a normal life. But now that he was back, it was the same, even stronger. His brother had grown up, he was handsome, sinewy, flawless... so rebellious and indomitable, the complete opposite of himself. It drew him to him like a magnet. Almost magical. Love be damned.
He pulled his sibling onto his lap and grabbed him with his arms around his waist. It felt so natural and comfortable. Almost like he did it every day. How could he stand it without him, when his heart skipped so happily when he had his brother nearby to touch?

"Okay, but only a little," Sasuke laughed guiltily, though his voice showed that he didn't particularly regret his basically criminal act. Marijuana wasn't as taboo among the younger generation as it once had been, though the law still applied to it. "If it makes you feel any better, it didn't do much to me... I prefer fruit tobacco in my water pipe," the younger Uchiha stated afterwards, able to stare pretty closely into Itachi's eyes thanks to his current position. There was a lot of devoted emotion reflected in them, he remembered those looks from his brother, but this one... it was like he was a little different after all, there was something else there, something he knew but couldn't remember where from now. Was it because they hadn't seen each other in so long...? Suddenly his eyes slid a little lower, to Itachi's lips, and a small shiver ran through him before he recovered. Was he crazy?

Itachi slowly reached out his hand as if to touch his brother's soft cheek, but instead took a strand of raven black hair between his fingers. It passed smoothly between his fingers, and he longed fiercely to run his fingers into it and pull the naughty owner in for a kiss. He'd already made the move to actually do it before he jerked himself away. He mustn't! My God, he wanted to kiss his brother here in the garden. That was like committing social suicide and he might never even see his sibling again. He's sure their father would have taken care of it.

Sasuke was also a bit unnerved by the sudden, even if only momentary, urge he felt. "I think..." he whispered, his breath shattering against the lines of Itachi's lips, tickling them hotly, "I think we should go back home. Mom hasn't fed you enough and Dad hasn't enjoyed you enough." What the hell was that feeling running through his chest? His heart seemed to go from a peaceful thump thump to a tam-pa-tam-pa-tam and his insides fluttered so strangely. How could his older brother have caused this?!

"I guess so," Itachi replied in a muffled voice, clearing his throat. He waited for his brother to slide off of him, and they headed back home. Something was different. His brother could see into him. Could he have discovered his perversion? If he could read him, it could be the other way around. Still, his thoughts flew to the moment when their lips were so close that all he had to do was lean in a little and... he could control himself, even though it was terribly hard. He pictured it vividly until his cheeks flushed a little.

Sasuke was a bit more subdued for the rest of Itachi's visit, and if Fugaku and Mikoto hadn't been so busy asking their older son all sorts of questions and in turn informing him of any news he'd missed by his absence, they probably would have noticed the change between the brothers. But that's how it ended up, with Mikoto seeing Itachi off towards late afternoon with a wonder of tears in her eyes and a thousand exhortations to come home whenever he wanted, as if the week would take forever before her elder son came home for lunch again.

The public transport bus with the long-haired young man bounced curtly from stop to stop before stopping a good half hour later a short distance from his apartment. Itachi's mind was in a daydream, thinking of all the possible and impossible. Was it even a good idea to go back? Shouldn't he have stayed in the capital? Why on earth did he go to school where Sasuke was studying? There were so many variables, but only one denominator. Love. He loved him so much that he couldn't do without him. He was so lost in thought, he walked into the apartment like he was in a dream. Then the strong smell of fish hit his nose. Someone was cooking dinner.

A blue-haired man hummed the tune of a rock song contentedly at the stove while he sprinkled fish seasoning on his trout and stuffed it with bits of butter. He doused the still slimy flesh with a little water before contentedly popping the whole thing into the oven, and hearing footsteps in the hallway, he called out cheerfully: "Well, you defiler of young souls, have you got your dream kitten to bed yet?" He chuckled as there was an indignant gasp in response, followed by an urgent hiss to quieten down. "Don't worry, Deidara's in town shopping for cosmetics for his hair, anyway," he assured his friend blithely.

"You could forgive yourself anyway. I'm no defiler," Itachi snorted in displeasure. Kisame was the only one of his friends to whom he had confessed his love in a weaker moment. His burden was terribly heavy, especially when he couldn't share it with anyone else. He was terribly afraid that once it came out, everyone would reject him and he would never go near Sasuke again. Instead of recoiling in disgust, the laughing hulk took his perversion as a good reason to make fun of him.

"No? And how old was Sasuke when you first got a boner from him? Twelve?" Kisame quipped, but when he saw the look on Itachi's face, he grew serious. He knew how painful this knowledge was for his friend. "Itachi, we don't get to choose our parents or our children... but we don't often get to choose who we fall in love with either," he muttered, pulling two mugs out of the cupboard. "Sit down, would you like some tea? With rum or with whiskey?" He offered to the black-haired young man and set the water in the kettle. Itachi was obviously full of impressions, just prone to keeping things to himself and hurting himself with his thoughts.

"With rum," Itachi boomed and sat down at the table. He put his face in his hands and listened to the whirring of the kettle. Life was simple, after all. Grow up, graduate, find a mate, get married, have children, raise them, and die... only a rock rolled in front of him right at the beginning. He couldn't move it or get around it. Then how could he lead a normal life like any other person. "I'd rather not see myself. Sasuke must get to know that about me every day we see each other. He can't be that blind," he croaked unhappily.

"Maybe it would be just good if he could see that," Kisame remarked as he poured two teabags of black tea, adding a generous dose of rum to each cup and pushing one towards the crestfallen young man, "You've been torturing yourself with these feelings for years. I keep telling you to tell him. Better now than... before you do something stupid. Sasuke is your brother, you were close to him, I'm sure he wouldn't kick you out like a disobedient dog." Itachi's parents were worse. He'd only met his father in person a few times, but even that was enough to get an idea of him.

"No, I can't tell him what a monster I am for wanting my own brother in my bed... God, but when he's so beautiful. His eyes! They're so amazing. You can totally see the restless sparkles in them, waiting to see what shenanigans he's gonna pull. And those lips, those cheeks, he's like a chiseled angel worthy of worship..." Itachi rambled on describing his sibling, raving about his assets and beauty. It was obvious that he was absolutely smitten with him, and it was only a wonder that even after all these years his passionate affection for him had not waned.

Kisame was hard pressed not to grin in amusement. He knew all of this by heart, it wasn't the first time he had heard those words from Itachi. Sasuke's eyes described the older of the brothers the most. The eyes of a cute colt, deep, gentle, beautiful, midnight sky and somewhere something... Like yeah, Sasuke had pretty eyes, but never when they met had he seen in them what the long haired young man did. "Itachi, do you want to describe something more interesting for a change, like his cock?" he teased his friend mischievously, "I'm sure you've seen it plenty of times."

"Kisame!" Itachi scolded, blushing slightly. Of course he knew him. When they were younger, they had bathed together in the tub or pool naked, but now that Sasuke had reached adulthood, he hadn't seen him. What must he have looked like? What about when he was aroused? He'd had it bigger, smaller... all in all, he tried to imagine what it might look and taste like... He frowned at Kisame, who'd said it on purpose to get him thinking. "I just don't know what it looks like right now, and it doesn't matter. I can't have anything to do with him."

"You can, but you'd have to tell him you want something with him first," Kisame reminded him, and when Itachi looked startled, he sighed. "How else are you going to handle this in the future? Are you going to keep worrying? How much longer do you think you can keep this up? A year, two? Ten years? What if Sasuke finds someone? Now's your best chance, Itachi. He's single and of legal age," he then said flatly, looking straight into the Uchiha's eyes. He was convinced of his truth, it was just that Itachi... was being overly cautious about this. He understood that he was afraid of losing his brother, only in his opinion, he was more likely to lose him by trying to isolate himself from him, or failing to hold back and hurting him one day.

"I know," the long-haired young man prevaricated, taking a sip of hot tea with a strong rum flavor, "it's just that he can still refuse and then I'll lose him forever." That was Itachi's biggest fear, the possibility that he would never see Sasuke, never speak to him, they would become isolated from each other and it would break his heart for good. If that happened... he'd have nothing to live for and would go for a walk across some high bridge.

Kisame sighed. It was a vicious circle, he and his black-haired friend had been discussing this over and over for years, and Itachi kept putting off the final decision. He's just a kid. He's still too young. He's not an adult yet. But Sasuke was already an adult, and yet Itachi found other reasons why it couldn't be done. "Hey, should I set you up with someone again? You can fuck and you'll feel better for a while," he suggested.

"Probably not now..." replied Itachi evasively. He wasn't impotent, that was for sure. He often longed for intercourse with the most beloved person in the world, and when it was most intense, he sought out the arms of a stranger in which he could quench his desire for a while. Usually he made do with his right hand, but now, as he saw his brother more often, his desire intensified.

Kisame shrugged. "Well, whatever you think, but I think you need it," he said, standing up to take his dinner out of the oven. Fish was his favorite of all. "Want to eat with me?" He offered to Itachi, not knowing anything about how Mikoto had fattened up his older son at lunch. He'd been at the gym that afternoon, where he'd gotten really hungry after his exertions.

"No, thanks. If you're in the mood after the fish, Mom packed me a piece of cake," he poked at the package he'd placed on the table earlier. Actually, she'd given him almost half of it. Mikoto always kept a slim line, Sasuke didn't have sweet tooth, and Fugaku only had one now and then. "I'm definitely not going to eat it myself, so I'm hoping you can help me with it."

"Sure, me and Deidara, he has a sweet tooth," Kisame chuckled, "although I did overhear him muttering something about dieting the other day. Can you believe it? I wouldn't be surprised if he announces he's having a sex change in a year." Deidara even wore leggings. What kind of guy voluntarily puts on leggings? He's not the one who'd put them on even if they paid him to.

"Anything is possible," Itachi smiled that the subject had changed and he could leave the thought of Sasuke for a moment. "Maybe the poor guy is a transsexual or a transvestite, but he hasn't quite decided what he's going to do." He wasn't against anyone's sexuality. However, he himself was an extra exception. He would be quite surprised if Deidara underwent treatment and became a woman, though. "I think he likes his cock a lot."

"Yeah? And how do you know that? Has he ever bragged about it to you?" Kisame grimaced at the thought and hungrily dug into his dinner. Since he only had Itachi with him, he didn't pay much attention to table culture, flipping the meat with his greasy fingers and adding bits of bread to it. "So that in the end Sasuke won't have competition he'll never know about in his life," he muttered with a mouthful of trout.

"Not a chance of that, but I can hear him occasionally through the wall, talking to his penis. Be glad you don't live next door to him." Or maybe that would be better. Kisame would run in there and straighten him out, whereas he was good and never complained, even though he could hear everything from weird music and movies to sounds of excitement through the wall. Deidara was simply a surprise package. One could never know in advance what new things he would come up with. An artist.

Kisame involuntarily peppered his best friend with crumbs of meat and pastry, because he must have started to grin so badly when he imagined their blonde roommate chatting with his male pride. He was goofy enough for that. "And it's answering him?" He blurted out, when he finally regained enough control to be able to get some normal words out again, "maybe you should drill a hole in the wall and answer him as a mysterious voice, that would be fun."

"You're an asshole," Itachi assessed his idea and chuckled. He could whisper mysterious things to his blond roommate through the drywall without a hole in the wall. He believed Deidara would even believe he was a voice from above. "Lest I whisper something to you. Like telling you to drink less. It's all bottle at the front door again. You should do something about it." Kisame was like a mountain that sucks up everything that flows, except water.

The blue-haired man narrowed his eyes foxily. "Well, you think love works wonders with you. After all, they say love is a powerful fairy. It's just that booze..." Kisame paused significantly, wagging his index finger at Itachi confidentially before adding conspiratorially: "... it's a fucking wizard!" He liked to drink, it was true, but he could always keep it up to stay sober on the job and where it was necessary. Actually, accidentally most of the time.

"Well, tell that wizard to get his bottles out more often, because I tripped over them the last night," Itachi pointed out to his friend, taking a large sip of his improved tea. He needed a pick-me-up today and hopefully he'd survive school tomorrow just fine and not have to hide his bottle in the office. He just didn't want to end up like Kisame. If he doesn't have a drink before bed, he can't sleep and he fights like a wild pig in a bush. And kicks the wall, which are horrible cannonballs that always wake him up.

"Yeah, yeah," Kisame muttered again, his mouth full as he wolfed down his dinner. If Itachi had kept the lights on at night like any normal person, this wouldn't have happened to him. Though... well, it was a fact that he hadn't visited the green container in quite a few days. "And finally tell that dead-doe-eyed babe, or wounded-doe-eyed, or whatever it was you said you wanted to fuck him and that you love him!" He called, still following his black-haired friend, as Itachi stood up, and was answered by the slam of a door. He had to chuckle.

Itachi flopped down on the bed and let out a deep breath. Why? His mind swirled with many, many unanswered questions. He had managed to ignore them quite calmly before he returned to Konoha, only now they were like a ball of attack snakes. The rum was warming him up nicely, and he wondered if Kisame had been right after all. If he didn't try it once, he'd never know what Sasuke would say. What scared him the most was that his little brother would find someone...

***

Although the weather outside the windows was soporific - a murky grey sky covered from horizon to horizon with lazily rolling clouds - the classroom was lively, about the usual way when you cram twenty-five people in various stages of puberty to adulthood into one room. Debates between boys and girls, groups and couples almost drowned out the school bell announcing the start of biology class.
Sasuke threw his paper notebook and pen on his desk and scrambled to his feet with the others to greet his brother in that antiquated manner.

Itachi gestured for the students to take their seats, and he ducked behind the desk and put away his supplies. He made the necessary notation and opened his notes. He pondered for a moment on what to start with. He had to spread the material out over the entire class. He hadn't planned on rehearsing yet this week, the material was scarce. Still, he wanted to get the kids' brains and competitiveness going. "I'm going to give you questions and whoever gets the right answer will get a little plus in my notebook. Five pluses will be a little A, which might give someone a nice average at the end of the year. Anyone who knows will report back, no shouting." The long-haired Uchiha's gaze flicked across the classroom, his eyes landing on his little brother. "First question. Who can name the stages of human evolution for me?"

Several hands immediately flew into the air, Sasuke's was among them, while Naruto beside him made an amused comment about nerds. A lot of students were frantically opening their notebooks to retrieve the correct answer, which wasn't exactly met with understanding from Itachi. They were supposed to answer by rote, which of course meant that the number of students reporting had dropped considerably. It fell to Shikamaru to answer the first question - this was a cue for the others to stop reporting, as it usually meant the correct answer, the brown haired young man with the ponytail always knew everything.
"A man of skill, a man of uprightness, a man of wisdom, a man of today's type," Shikamaru yawned, not bothering to stop resting his head on his elbow, "Latin - homo habilis, homo erectus, homo sapiens and homo sapiens sapiens. In fact, there is still speculation among paleontologists about an intermediate between homo habilis and homo erectus, called homo ergaster, or working man." That last comment was extra - Itachi didn't even give them that.

"Well done, Shikamaru, you make me happy. I didn't expect such a depth of knowledge." Itachi was thrilled to have a really smart kid in his class, it spurred his responsibility to prepare properly for class so he wouldn't be caught off guard. "So we listed all the homo grades last class..." Itachi belatedly realized his stupid statement, which the students immediately elaborated on.
"Yeah, like Naruto's homo gay," Kiba exclaimed exuberantly, and the blond immediately replied in a huff that he was at most homo retarded.

"You're kidding, we all know what you and Sasuke are doing," Gaara, who had a rather annoying habit of always picking on everyone, added mischievously, "and the way you follow him around the shower after PE class."
While the blond gasped indignantly, Itachi's little brother fixed his dark eyes on the redhead. "I didn't know you had an ass on your face, Gaara, but obviously it must be because otherwise you wouldn't have that shit coming out of your mouth," he stated calmly, and the class buzzed animatedly, disrupting Itachi's lesson for at least five minutes before he managed to get his students back in line.

"I don't want any heckling in my classes. Be polite with each other," Itachi advised them firmly. Even though the boys were clearly bickering and making fun of nonexistent facts amongst themselves, the exchange planted a tiny seed of doubt in him. Naruto was Sasuke's best friend. They always did everything together and there was a strong bond between them. Could it have been any deeper? He eyed the blonde suspiciously. He was just whispering something in Sasuke's ear. He'd think of some precautionary measures if by any chance it really was. "Alright, we're continuing our testing. What were the tools the first proto-human made?"

This time more people joined in because this question could be deduced logically without much knowledge. A dozen hands flew into the air, but the first, oddly enough, was the tiny arm of a shy girl with long dark hair and very pale eyes. Hinata didn't usually like to be the center of attention, but her father was known to push his daughter to her best grades, much like Sasuke's and Itachi's.
"F-fist wedges and chisels, although one can assume that the use of various branches and stones had already appeared in the seed eater period, but not yet tool making," Hinata piped up at Itachi's prompting, "but specialized tools only appear with humans upright, such as a simple spear..."

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"Excellent," Itachi added a small plus to Hinata's name, "last question for this class. What is the reason that Homo sapiens sapiens has become such a successful species and has managed to populate the entire planet?" It was more of a thought-provoking question than anything he'd said much to them in the last hour. He wanted to see what his class would come up with. His little brother was the fastest this time, though he wasn't sure if he wasn't just trying to raise his hand as fast as possible, confident that he could answer everything. "Yes, Sasuke?"

"I think the reason was the Neolithic Revolution," Sasuke pitched his idea, "Before, he had to adapt to his surroundings for his food source - he had to follow the migratory movements of the game he hunted, but once he switched to farming, he adapted his surroundings to himself. If I had to summarise, I would say that the correct answer is adaptation to a new way of making a living." At least it sounded quite logical to him. After all, according to Darwin's theory of evolution, the most successful species were the ones that could adapt the best.

"Excellent. Many scientists agree on this idea. Today we are going to discuss the skeletal system and I want to ask you what it is made of and what it is used for." Up flew another small forest of hands and Itachi picked out a pink-haired girl who answered what he wanted to know quite adequately. The question was not at all difficult. He snapped the notebook shut and stood up. He unrolled the scroll with the sketch of a human skeleton and hung it on the blackboard. He began with a general explanation. He didn't have medical students, but ordinary high school students, and he needed to make it clear to them that the scapula wasn't somewhere on the leg, and that when someone broke a radius bone, they bruised their arm. He glanced subtly in Naruto and Sasuke's direction as he explained. The boys were kind of talkative today. What could they be talking about? Something peppery? As they say, there's a little truth in every gossip. "Sasuke, sit in the front pew with Shikamaru."

Naruto had his grandfather Jiraiya visiting their apartment for the weekend, which always made for a lot of funny experiences that he just had to confide in his best friend, and biology class seemed quite appropriate for that. His grandfather was quite the act even in his late sixties, chasing women around every corner, writing racy novels, and most of all, peeping in the women's locker room at the water park, from which he had been banned several times for such indecencies, though he always used the argument that he was just an artist collecting material.
Sasuke had just laughed stifledly at one such Naruto story when the order came from Itachi. "What? Why?! But Ita- teacher, we're watching the interpretation!" He protested, pointing to the carefully written notes in his notebook in his defense. He was doing his best to listen to both his friend and Itachi, though the same could not be said for Naruto, whose pages were desperately blank.

"I doubt that very much. Naruto hasn't picked up a pen in a good five minutes," Itachi assured his brother that he was watching them and wasn't going to let them just chat for an hour. Besides, whispering always disturbed the other attentive students. He motioned with his hand for his sibling to kindly move to the front of the room. Shikamaru didn't seem too thrilled and lazily dragged his things from the other half of the desk.

"It's not fair," Sasuke complained with a frown, "there's a lot of people talking, why are we the only ones who have to sit apart?"
"That's discrimination!" The blond youth joined his friend, and hurriedly began to write down Itachi's last expository sentence to show what a diligent student he really was. In their freshman year, they wouldn't dare to contradict, but now in their senior year, they were quite hardened.

"You don't even know what discrimination means," Itachi snapped in Naruto's direction. Discrimination was a very modern word that could be used to basically counter everything. He didn't like the word, it reminded him too much of society's problems in more than one area, even sexual orientation. It was better than in earlier times, but still homosexuality was not very positively accepted. He waited until his brother had settled down and rested his gaze on him for a long time. Maybe he could let him sit in the front permanently. He could see him nicely and all he had to do was reach across the pews and he could touch him. "So," he cleared his throat to continue his explanation.

Sasuke turned back to Naruto once more and grinned wryly. He didn't like Itachi's attitude one bit, but unfortunately his older brother still had the advantage of power, a student simply being subject to his teacher.
Shikamaru wasn't a very fun companion, in fact he seemed to spend most of the class rather just limping along, though he did take notes from time to time, probably just things he found interesting or that he didn't already know himself. The younger Uchiha couldn't quite figure out what this boy does in his spare time - on the one hand, he'd suspect him of having to lay around in his smart books all day, but on the other, he had a feeling Shikamaru was too lazy for that too, so it was a mystery.

The burly teacher continued his explanation of the skeletal system, his eyes constantly darting to his black-eyed sibling, who was boredly writing down the text. It was obvious that he wasn't too pleased when he came up with this idea. He was getting a little nervous that his glances must be noticed. But he'd rather be looking at his brother all the time.

After a moment, Sasuke was yawning almost as much as his brown haired neighbor. He was only snapped out of his lethargy by Kiba's hand shooting into the air about halfway through class, and considering he'd known the excited young man for a few years now, he knew what his mischievous expression meant. He grinned to himself when Itachi called him out.
"I was wondering, teacher," Kiba asked, seemingly innocently, "if there's a bone in there as well... well, you know. THERE. I've heard it's supposed to be able to break, but without the bone...?"

"You must mean the pyo bone. Unfortunately, man has lost it in the course of evolution. Only carnivores, rodents and primates have it. What you mean is not a real fracture. It's a tear in the connective tissue covering of the erectile bodies in the penis," Itachi explained without batting an eye, disappointing at least half the class by not looking offended or embarrassed, as they surely expected. "Sasuke, is there anything else you'd like to say?" He asked his brother, who was fiddling with a pen.

"Me?" The younger Uchiha wondered as Itachi's eyes fixed on him, " I don't even. I haven't had it broken yet. I mean... torn or whatever you said, so I guess I don't have anything to add to that." He paused for a small moment before quickly adding, "And you've had that happen to you? Well, I mean, has it happened to you, teacher?" The class instantly laughed at the thought, if Itachi was here to tell them his juicy secrets from this sphere... that would be instant gossip!

"Not yet, though I've been surprised a few times that I've escaped unscathed," Itachi uttered in a deliberately mysterious manner, chuckling to himself at the end. There wasn't that much of an age difference between him and the students, and it had been clear to him even before he started school that he wouldn't be able to avoid certain sexual innuendos.
The classroom was immediately abuzz. They were used to the normal teachers pretending that sex life didn't exist and penis and vagina were dirty words. Which it was in many of the students' mouths, but no one wanted to talk about these things very publicly.

Sasuke's eyes bugged out, surprised they didn't pop out of their sockets, and he certainly wasn't the only one. He hadn't expected such a bold admission from his brother, much less imagined him having wild sex where something like this was imminent. In truth, he had sort of lived under the assumption that for Itachi, sex was something of a sacred act that must only be practiced with the right person and with the utmost romance. It was just that ever since his brother had returned from his studies, he had somehow never ceased to surprise him in this regard. But at least he'd improved his reputation with that statement.

The long-haired teacher had encountered all sorts of lovers over the years he'd been in college, either finding them on his own or with Kisame's help. He didn't understand where his buddy was getting the incredible amount of people he knew and connecting him to a large social group. He always had someone he could hook up with almost anywhere. He himself chose the more moderate types, though some of them could surprise him in bed.
"Now we'll continue our explanation, so any further questions are just to the point," Itachi replied, continuing to talk about the skeletal system.

The bell had barely rung before Sasuke packed his things and moved back to Naruto's place. "Jerk," he mouthed in reference to his sibling, not caring if Itachi heard or not. The blond youth was finally able to finish telling him the story, and after that the young Uchiha stood up again, needing to stretch a bit from the sitting. As he walked out into the hallway, he noticed that his older brother had extra supervision this break, poor guy. However, before he could decide if he was going to go to the bathroom or just take a walk, he was joined by his pink-haired classmate Sakura.

Sakura deftly sidled up to her handsome classmate, the one more girls in school were moaning for, and she would gladly claim him for herself. "Sasuke," she purred, fluttering her eyelashes, "what are you planning for Friday night? We want to go out and party somewhere in the city, so would you like to come along?" He smelled so good, and she was just standing next to him.

"Friday night?" Sasuke fished in his memory, though he didn't have much planned at this age, "Yeah, I think that would work. Who all is going?" He ignored the way the girl stuck to him, he was quite used to it. Her white teeth shone in a sweet smile. He half-sat on the heater by the window and tucked his hands into the pockets of his jeans as he looked at her deeply on purpose. He'd already noticed what it was doing to the girls.

The pink-haired girl's knees softened at the sight. He was hitting on her for sure! She was so sure of it and grinned like a drunk on celebratory wine. She allowed herself to touch his forearm. Ino didn't stand a chance with him. She'll take him for herself. That Friday, she'll turn her vision into reality.
Itachi watched what was happening in the hallway to keep the hooting and hollering at bay. He stood near the entrance to Sasuke's classroom and found his brother immediately. It was almost as if he had his eye set to search for his face. He tensed in displeasure as his classmate approached him. She hung on him with a gaze like a hungry dog on a piece of hanging bacon, and not to mention when she started purring at him, it made him sick. Leave his brother alone!

The sight must have been torture for Itachi. Sasuke was eighteen, an adult, and yet it made him feel good to be admired. Who wouldn't? Without getting too serious with Sakura, he showered her with moist smiles, touched her now and then, flashed his black eyes, and let her try. He noticed how she tossed her pink hair, how she grinned at him and laughed at all his remarks, as if he said something funny every now and then. Although there were many chairs nearby, and even a space next to him on the heater, it seemed to Sakura that the most appropriate place to sit would be on his lap. It was in just such a situation that Itachi found them there when he entered the classroom almost before the end of the break.

The long-haired teacher stood frozen in the doorway for a moment, unable to believe his eyes. She was sitting on his lap and Sasuke had let her?! A strong wave of hatred and annoyance rose up in him. He wasn't going to let this go. He's not gonna let some young chick beat him. Maybe there really was something to what Kisame said. He'll think about it, but this? He'd like to go and smash her in her chair. Despite all the hateful thoughts, he restrained himself and just set his things down more abruptly on the table. It was supposed to be math. "Kindly all take your seats!"

"What? Teacher, it's still break time!" The class protested, but Itachi was uncompromising. The bell had just rung in a wave of discontent, so they couldn't argue their rights after that.
Sakura slipped off her dream idol, but it didn't stop her from whispering something more in his ear, and Sasuke laughed, earning an unnecessarily venomous look from Itachi in his own opinion. However, as he was about to head over to his seat and sit next to Naruto, his older brother pointed out that he should sit elsewhere.
"Hey, that was only supposed to be for biology!" The younger brother fretted.

"It should have, but I found it to be a very good idea. At least Naruto will start doing something and you won't be disturbed." He no longer added that it was for purely selfish reasons, wanting to keep his brother close by, and rightly he should put the young blonde in the front pew to keep an eye on him. He just needed to quench his thirst a little. "Give me the homework," Itachi urged his brother. He'd get it sorted and everything would be his way. He wasn't going to just let himself get out of a game that, while it existed only in his head, he took very seriously.

"You mean you're going to grade it?" Sasuke grumbled, fishing in his backpack for the right notebook. When he handed it to Itachi, and learned in response that only to someone, he folded his arms at his sides. "And why me? I mean, it was for a new material!" He snorted. These examples weren't from the book; Itachi had dictated them from his own materials last class, but without the correct results, so he had no way to verify his efforts, which depressed him. He didn't know if he got everything right, only part of it, or nothing at all.

"I chose you. If you do well, you'll at least set an example for the class," Itachi replied, checking the results of the four examples. There were two mistakes. It was obvious that they were counting for a new material and still needed practice. "It'll be a little C," he deduced after a moment, writing the grade in his notebook with some satisfaction that he had managed to skillfully punish his brother for the girl on his lap.

Sasuke frowned resentfully. Itachi may have wanted to prove to everyone that he wasn't going to patronize him even if he was his brother, but if this kept up, he was going to ruin his average pretty badly, and of course their father was going to blame him. Irritably, he plucked the notebook handed to him out of Itachi's hand and sat down next to the yawning Shikamaru. Having his older brother at school for two hours straight was really annoying. He'd been spared that last week because school was starting and the first day was just class time.

Itachi picked up two more notebooks in the classroom, so it wouldn't look like he was only picking on Sasuke, and handed out similar grades. All the while, he felt like he had explained it beautifully last time, and the examples were quite simple. Maybe he overestimated the class's cleverness. He ignored Sasuke's murderous glares and got down to the business of teaching. He couldn't resist going around the windows in the back occasionally to see what the students were calculating, and lingered with Sasuke for a moment on his return. He could afford to be close to him and no one found it strange. His fingers itched to reach out and run into that raven hair.

The younger Uchiha counted along with the others, silently furious at how isolated he'd come to feel. This desk was really stupid, he felt like some kind of nerd sitting right in front of the department like this. Granted, they said it was darkest under the lamp, but that didn't particularly comfort him when all he could see was the desk and the blackboard, plus Shikamaru wasn't exactly communicative and responded to his efforts with a sort of unintelligible mumbling and sleepy sighing.
When a few minutes later the long-haired teacher asked him to go in front of the board to calculate another example, it was the last drop in his cup of patience. "Damn, Itachi, what came over you today!" He snapped, "give me a break!"

"You don't want, okay, a low F," Itachi casually wrote down the grade in his notebook and motioned for Shino to go to the board to calculate the example. It looked like his brother wasn't done with the indignant speech, though. He folded his hands under his chin and waited to see what else his sibling had to say. Just let him have a nice tantrum, if he could flirt with the bitch, he might as well pay attention to him. And he'll demand it involuntarily.

Sasuke gasped. The problem was that he wouldn't explain to their father why he got those grades - to him, this would simply be defiance for disobeying his teacher's orders. "You certainly picked on me, I'm tempted to go complain about you!" He growled, crossing his arms over his chest in an unapproachable gesture, not caring that he shouldn't to swear at his brother in this situation. Itachi really pissed him off.

The long-haired Uchiha was more irritated than usual today. Sasuke didn't even realize how much he was killing him! He wanted to be on good terms with his little brother, but there was no question of a good relationship in this situation. "You'll get detention," he snapped after a moment, "for insolence towards your teacher." So he got it. At least he'd be able to be alone with him for a while without being disturbed.

Sasuke opened and closed his mouth several times in vain. Oh, my...! Being detention was a punishment that was practiced at their high school, but very rarely, because no teacher wanted to waste their own free time to babysit disobedient shifters for an extra hour. He was already opening his mouth to start defending himself when Shikamaru hissed at him:
"Stop it, don't make it worse."

Itachi saw that at least someone was being reasonable, and maybe his little brother would learn something from Shikamaru after all. Recognizing that Sasuke wasn't going to protest anymore, he turned to the board to see what Shino had created in the meantime. It looked like the cloaked boy had picked up something from the last lesson, though it was obvious that he wasn't entirely sure of the proceedings and was hesitant with some of the number operations. Even though it was almost a punishment, he was getting awfully excited for the afternoon.

The young Uchiha, on the other hand, had been sullen and irritable for the rest of the class, though Naruto had tried to assure him that it really was unfair, and he didn't understand why Itachi had picked on him in particular. If there was one thing Itachi could be happy with, however, it was the fact that when Sakura came to Sasuke fretting about what a bully his older brother was, he shooed her away, saying that maybe he'd see her on Friday. He wasn't in the mood for any more flirting.

***

Itachi walked back to his office after math class and beamed. The vision of a private afternoon class filled him with excitement and satisfaction. His brother didn't look the least bit enthusiastic, but he made up for it for both of them. He had a free period now, so he didn't rush anywhere and sat down at his desk. The only thing that was stupid was that if he let Sasuke stay after school a lot, it would look pretty weird.

Hashirama was in the middle of correcting some written work, yet he couldn't help but be distracted by his young colleague. "That's not how most of the teachers here look after a two-hour period in my classroom," he remarked from his papers, looking up at Itachi in amusement, "Have you found some sort of spell to calm them down so they'll sit quietly for the entire class?" He liked his students, but sometimes they were a little over-excited, even he had to admit that.

"No, I haven't found that," Itachi laughed, then explained the reason for his mirth. "I had to leave Sasuke in detention," he tried to say it a little angrily, but it was a futile effort, it didn't work. He was illogically happy about it. At the same time, maybe telling Sasuke to go to the teahouse with him or stop by his apartment would have been enough. The possibilities were different.

"And that's a reason to be happy?" wondered Hashirama, though in his mind he didn't blame Itachi one bit, "I thought you'd be happy if your brother respected you in class and didn't trash you... or what did he do to make you let him stay after school?" It obviously had to be something really serious, this wasn't a punishment that would be handed out daily, like extra homework.

"He was a little more cheeky than usual," Itachi said with a shrug. He didn't want to blur it too much, lest he aggravate Sasuke too much. After all, Hashirama was their class teacher, so he could deal with this with some forceful scolding. "But I solved it myself, you don't have to get all worked up about it," he added quickly, turning on the kettle. He makes himself a cup of hot green tea.

"Hmmm..." uttered Hashirama, scratching his forehead with the blunt tip of his pen before looking at Itachi again. He tried to make his tone sound as normal as possible as he suggested, "Hey, you're young, surely you have better things to do after school than babysit your little brother. If you want, go home and I'll stay in class with him for that hour so you don't have to worry about him unnecessarily." He wouldn't mind at all.

"No, that's not necessary," Itachi blurted out immediately. In his mind, he was absolutely horrified that Hashirama would make him trade with him. "It's my punishment, I mean, I gave it to Sasuke, so I'll stay there with him." Most of the time he couldn't say NO when someone asked him to do something and was happy to oblige everyone, but there were some things he was adamant about.

"I thought you'd find it useful," Hashirama shrugged as if it was no big deal, though his mind whimpered in disappointment. Maybe he should give Sasuke detention too sometime... "And what do you plan on doing with him?" He asked then, as he went back to correcting his papers and scribbled a fuzzy B under one of them.

"I don't know exactly yet, but maybe a few extra examples won't hurt him." Sasuke was a bright student, but it was clear to him that new material needed to settle in first. "I'm not going to bother him too much, just make him realize that I'm not only his brother at school but also his teacher. He needs to get used to it." Itachi poured the steaming liquid over the teabag and sat down at his desk. Hashirama looked so strange, as if he was pondering something.

Hashirama couldn't admit to Itachi that he knew full well what he would most like to do with Sasuke after school, even though he would probably get arrested if he were to actually act out his fantasies. "Too bad they abolished corporal punishment, huh?" he quipped amusedly, mentally picturing his black-haired student's asshole poking at him adorably while Sasuke was bent over the desk, "a few swats to the bare bottom might fix things..."

"For some, I'm sure it would. It's just that Sasuke isn't exactly the type to be out-educated by a beating. Most of the time he just gets hard and uncooperative. He's a problem sometimes, but he's easy to get along with, for better or worse." He would like to get along with his brother, but today he gave him no choice.

"That's probably how your father tried to re-educate him, isn't it?" suggested Hashirama, but seeing Itachi's expression, he winked at him, "I'm not here to judge, but I've been teaching for a while now. I can tell when some of the kids have strict parents." Too bad, it looked like the spanking was probably going to be a young man associated with his father, and yet he could have been so nicely erotically ticklish...

"Our father is not the kindest of men. He's always had a pretty steady hand," Itachi remarked. He was a very good child himself, so his father rarely beat him. Later, mostly when he and Sasuke had pulled some mischief together or he was covering for him. "His word is basically law at home, and Sasuke didn't like that often enough." It was a cross with both of them. He wanted to protect his brother, but his father had a mind of his own and finding some sort of compromise between them was often impossible and ended in physical punishment.

"I'm not surprised," Hashirama nodded, writing a mark under the last corrected test, "your brother has a mind of his own, and towards authority... well, it depends. I'd say your father's upbringing shaped him and he knows what he can and can't afford, he just likes to cross that line because he just has the soul of a rebel and the sass of a jungle monkey." The brown haired man chuckled and pulled his things together for the next class, soon it would be ringing. "Which doesn't change the fact that he's a charming young man. Maybe I'll come see how he's doing after school," he winked at his younger colleague and left the office.

Itachi didn't like the last mention of attending their private lesson, but he couldn't forbid Hashiram to do so. Hopefully they were just empty promises and wouldn't show up. He wanted to be alone with his brother. He calmly clutched the mug in his hands and stared out the window. His gaze wasn't looking for anything specific, rather it was taking in the thoughts that were circulating inside him and assessing them. Kisame was pushing him harder and harder to finally confess to Sasuke, only it was hard. He kept replaying the same thing over and over in his mind, and he still couldn't sway to a conclusion. It was just that there was a great danger that Sasuke would start dating someone, or had already started, what if he was already dating Sakura? If he kept quiet, he'd never gain anything - not even Sasuke or the certainty of where he stood.

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Sasuke, unlike his older brother, was not at all happy about his punishment and awaited his brother in the classroom with a pouting expression. How many times during class he had only wondered what would happen if he just ditched the punishment from Itachi and left with the rest of his classmates. Would his older brother have told the class-teacher? Or would he have kept his mouth shut in front of the vlase-teacher and sued his father instead? He might have covered for him in front of Fugaku yesterday regarding his behavior at school, but who knows if that would have lasted...
When Itachi entered the classroom - with an all-too-satisfied expression for his liking - he measured him with a sour look. "I don't understand what that was supposed to mean today," he snapped at him in the way Itachi was probably more likely to do at him.

"Nothing, I'm trying to be a good teacher," Itachi said with a smile on his face. His little brother was so sexy when he got mad. He exuded energy and challenge. The desire to get his way. Who could resist something like that. He placed the paper with the prepared examples and a pencil on the table in front of his brother. "A few extra examples won't kill you," he winked at him.

"You could have given me that as homework and we wouldn't have to be here now, stucked as idiots," Sasuke snapped, not one to go student-teacher style when they were alone in class. Now, to him, Itachi was more like a brother who suddenly had too much authority somehow. They measured each other across the desk with implacable stares, and the younger Uchiha didn't seem to be too keen on counting.

"I don't want anyone to feel that I'm patronizing you," Itachi uttered after a moment of determined eye contact, "so I've chosen a more radical solution. After all, it's just a few examples, you'll get that in no time." He hadn't chosen the easiest ones, but ten of them, so Sasuke would have some work to do with that. He wanted to keep him here as long as possible.

"Just so you know, I haven't been detention since elementary school," Sasuke muttered between his teeth, brushing a lock of long hair off his forehead before tucking it behind his ear, "it's not only annoying, it's humiliating, and next time I'm really going to kick your ass." With any other teacher, Sasuke would never have dared to talk like that, but Itachi was family.

"Well, whatever you think, but I guess Dad just wouldn't like hearing about why you were detention and why you ditched it," the long-haired Uchiha remarked casually. A little threat never hurt anyone before. Besides, it was basically true. Fugaku would have been pretty mad at Sasuke if he found out about this.

Sasuke squinted his eyes into thin slits and licked his lips thoughtfully. This was pretty mean of Itachi, both of them knowing full well how their father would react... "You're terrible!" the younger Uchiha finally grumbled between his teeth and sat back down in his desk with a look of humbled defiance, whereupon he reluctantly pulled out the paper with Itachi's math examples.

Feeling a small sense of victory, Itachi sank into the chair across from Sasuke's desk. He wanted to see him correcting the little tests he had handed out in junior high biology. Sasuke's frown reassured him that he probably really hadn't picked anything easy. Slowly he began to make his way through the work, only it wasn't going as fast as usual. His eyes flicked from the lines described to his handsome little brother, a strand of hair falling adorably in his face, and he tapped his lips with the end of his pen. Could he leave something like this to Naruto or Sakura?

Though Sasuke struggled mightily, soon his natural desire to see things through made him really think about the examples. He managed to solve the first four without too much trouble, but the fifth one was a bit of a puzzle. Every time he thought he'd figured it out, he'd end up getting bogged down. He'd cross out, rewrite, start over, check past procedures, try to find the error, but it still didn't work out according to Itachi's bracketed result. As he dug into the math, he didn't even notice that his older brother had risen from the chair like a ghost.

The long-haired Uchiha walked slowly with a graceful step to his brother and leaned over his shoulder. Sasuke's body scent mixed with deodorant hit his nose. It was so enticing that he moved more and inhaled it deeply. He almost felt dizzy as it intoxicated him. He reached up to run a hand through a strand of hair between his fingers. He managed to hold himself back, but it almost hurt that he wasn't allowed to. He mustn't touch him other than his sibling... really he mustn't? What if it's completely different? "There's supposed to be a minus before the parenthesis," he pointed out the root cause of the miscalculation.

Sasuke glanced at where Itachi's long, slender finger was tapping. No way... no way! He's been struggling with that stupid equation for so long because of one stupid sign! He's an idiot. "Um... thanks," he muttered resignedly, looking back at the older Uchiha. He was standing close to him in a way a normal teacher probably wouldn't have either, but apparently it was hard for both of them to take the other's formal side.
Sasuke's deep pools met Itachi's dark wells, and the younger Uchiha wondered casually how his female classmates must like his older brother. They did have some pretty handsome teachers, but Itachi was also so appealingly young.

Itachi drowned in the dark depths of his sibling's eyes for a moment before squatting down by the bench. He shuddered at the certainty with which he wanted to take the next step in his life. One that would solve his soul-stealing, sleep-depriving, sanity-robbing dilemma once and for all. He placed his hand on his brother's prone forearm. It was so hot it burned into his palm as strongly as the knowledge of what he must do now.

Sasuke's heart suddenly raced. Itachi didn't say a word, but he could read in his gaze that this was no ordinary situation. He couldn't figure out why his insides were fluttering, not as uncomfortably as they had before the test, but... so warmly. Itachi's gaze was soft and devoted, his touch as gentle as butterfly wings. "Itachi," he murmured softly, his brother's name falling from his lips in a near whisper, though the younger Uchiha had no idea why he lowered his voice.

The long-haired Uchiha licked his lips as they dried from nervousness. The words were almost on his tongue just to let them out. If he didn't do it today, he never would. Kisame was right, he couldn't bottle this up forever and torture himself with the sight of his little brother enjoying life to the fullest. "Sasuke, I... I have something important to tell you..." he began softly and carefully. A crushing palm gripped his stomach and fingers of nervousness squeezed his throat. "I... I've... I've fallen in..." he tried to force out, his fingers gripping tighter on his brother's forearm.

The short-haired young man had not seen his brother in such a strange state of mind for a long time. Not only was Itachi, exceptionally, actually under him, because as he squatted in front of him he had to look down at him, which was impossible in his normal state when his brother was a good three inches taller, but more importantly, the long-haired man suddenly seemed so strangely urgent and... vulnerable. He held his breath as it looked like Itachi was going to get the gist of the sentence, but just then the door to the classroom flew open without a knock, and Sasuke jerked in fright as his class teacher entered with a smile on his lips.

Itachi startled as he was fully focused on Sasuke, and straightened up sharply. No way... no way! Hashirama really had come. He groaned inwardly, a slight blush suddenly spreading across his cheeks as he realized he was here to confess his secret feelings to Sasuke, and his colleague almost caught him. Why was he even coming here? He had finally made up his mind to say it out loud, only to be rudely interrupted. "H- Hashirama, what are you d-doing here?" he stammered out.

"I'm going to check on the criminal," Itachi's older colleague chimed in warmly, and without realizing that something very important was going on between the brothers, he headed over to the black-haired pair. "So you don't know that you have to listen to Itachi at school now?" He uttered in a reprimanding voice towards Sasuke, but his sternness was somewhat tempered by a conspiratorial wink.
"Um..." The short-haired youth could still feel his heart pounding and Itachi's fingers burning on his forearm, even though his sibling was no longer touching him. What the hell was he going to say to him?!

"Hashirama, it's okay. I told you I'd figure it out on my own," Itachi pointed out, indicating for him to take note. He didn't think Sasuke's teacher would actually show up here. He was disappointed and slightly indignant. He had almost confessed his deepest feelings here, only to be interrupted by a colleague... Basically, it could have been anyone, anywhere, except... agh! He cursed his colleague to hell. Though a wild whirlwind of emotions was going on inside the long-haired Uchiha, outwardly he looked slightly surprised and distant.

"I know, I just thought I'd remind Sasuke how he should behave in school," Hashirama shrugged in a sort of guileless manner, standing close behind the young man - closer than duty would have dictated as he leaned over him to look at the examples he was supposed to be counting.
"I know how to behave," Sasuke grumbled, lowering his eyes to the scribbled paper again. He hoped he wouldn't get in trouble with the class teacher over this, though... Hashirama had never been particularly harsh, he was one of the popular teachers, somewhat more benevolent.
"That's good, because I'm sure you don't want me to have to call you into the office," Hashirama said, sounding almost like a purr. The young man smelled so appealing it almost made his nostrils flare.

Itachi didn't like the way his colleague was leaning towards his brother. It seemed too close, even though he knew Hashirama was more of a contact friendly type. Maybe he was just jealous of the position. He'd like to coddle his little brother to death... well maybe not death entirely, but he'd like to be a close part of his life not only as a brother but as a boyfriend. "Sasuke has been taught enough what he should or shouldn't do." He sighed inwardly. His chance had been wasted.

"I believe he's a sensible young man who won't cause any more trouble," Hashirama nodded, unable to help his fingers from running into the tousled soft strands. It was strange how soft yet thick they were, most people had one or the other. He hoped it seemed like just a friendly touch. It was almost amusing that despite coming to support Itachi, he didn't take much notice of the older Uchiha. What bothered Sasuke far more than Hashirama's physical contact was the way they were talking - they were talking about him like he was some child, and in the third person, as if he wasn't even a participant in the conversation! He frowned.

The long-haired Uchiha watched Hashirama's every move and suddenly had the strange feeling that something was wrong. However, he couldn't articulate his feeling in any way. Consciously, he wasn't sure what was really bothering him, but unconsciously, he felt that something was wrong. He had the urge to shoo Hashirama away like a troublesome insect. "If you don't mind, Hashirama, we'd like to continue so I'm not here until the evening."

"Of course," the brown-haired man agreed, albeit rather reluctantly, and withdrew. He measured the younger of the two brothers as he reattached his calculator before turning to Itachi and offering once more, "Are you sure you don't want me to stay here with Sasuke? You must have had enough for one day and you deserve some time off." Sasuke looked up. He wondered how many teachers were suddenly willing to stay after school. Did they really take their jobs that seriously?

"No thanks, but like I said, it's my punishment, so I'll stay here with Sasuke." After all, every minute spent in his brother's presence was precious. He would have preferred to be with him from morning to night, only that wasn't realistically feasible, even if his little brother wanted to. But the vision was very beautiful and always filled his mind with pleasant feelings.

Sasuke's eyes darted from one teacher to the next. If he hadn't known it was stupid, he would have almost said they were tugging at him like two hungry wolves over a bone. Itachi had this strange, hardy look on his face, and Hashirama was looking.... disappointed, there was no other way to put it. The younger Uchiha wondered in his mind what was going on.
The brown haired man had to admit defeat. "Suit yourself," he huffed, attempting to mimic his usual smile, whereupon he lowered his hand to Sasuke's shoulder and squeezed it encouragingly. "So do your best, Sasuke, so Itachi doesn't have to have a hard time with you here next time," he chided his favorite before leaving the classroom.

Itachi would like to have a „hard time“ with Sasuke, and gladly, if only it was possible. He leaned back against the next bench, looking thoughtfully at the closed door. He tore his gaze to his little brother, who looked like he was expecting something from him. He shrugged. "He's very caring," he replied, trying to quell the nagging feeling that Sasuke wanted to hear something else from him.

"Yeah, even for a class teacher," Sasuke agreed, glancing fleetingly at the closed door as well, but soon turning his attention back to his brother and nodding at him. "What were you going to tell me, Itachi?" He asked, picking up their previous conversation as if Hashirama had never interrupted them. He was terribly curious as to what the long-haired Uchiha wanted to tell him.

The long-haired young teacher took a deep breath and exhaled in disgrace. He no longer had the courage to repeat his attempt. The courage was gone, scattered by the sudden arrival of his colleague. "But it wasn't anything important," he replied in an excuse, folding his arms across his chest in a defensive gesture. He was a coward. He'd spent so many years hiding behind excuses and even now he was unable to stand up for himself.

"What do you mean, no important? You looked very... urgent," Sasuke argued, frowning a little. "You said you have fallen in... fallen in - what?" he demanded, finishing Itachi's interjection, and since he couldn't imagine the real reason himself, he guessed his own, "Fallen in some trouble? Did something happen?" He hoped he wouldn't learn anything bad after all, the important things weren't all positive.

"Let it go, Sasuke," Itachi rebuffed his younger sibling. He didn't want to dwell on it. There was a pretty big problem, after all, and it had happened many years ago. Even time couldn't solve it or lessen it. It just puffed up like a pudgy toad and got in his way. A frog on a spring, and he was crazy thirsty. He had the sword of his words in his hand, but he couldn't use them against the frog. He wishes he'd kissed it and made a beautiful brother.

"I'm your brother, don't you think I should know if it's really important?" Sasuke pitched, not really understanding anything anymore. First Itachi would hug him on the weekend, then picked on him during class, drop him at detention, hint at something very serious, and now he was being secretive again. He really didn't know his older brother anymore, and there was a time when they probably knew each other the best in the world. This was frustrating.

"I'll tell you sometime later," Itachi squirmed and pushed the paper with the examples in front of his brother. "Keep counting so you can go home." If he admitted to Kisame that he'd screwed up like that, his friend would laugh at him. He'll tell him again that he should become a world champion at withholding information when he was only protecting himself and his family from disaster.

Sasuke opened his mouth to protest some more, but Itachi turned away from him, a clear sign that he wasn't going to discuss this any further. "Fine, then you might just choke on it," he growled uncomfortably, his curiosity really pricking him. WHAT was his older brother keeping from him?! He has to find out at all costs, but he's not going to get it out of Itachi today. But soon he'll know the truth!

Itachi let his brother continue counting in silence, whereupon he released him from his teacher's clutches with a silent goodbye. He slunk off to his office, where he collapsed behind his desk and tore his mind to pieces. Why hadn't he followed through when he had the chance? He bemoaned his weakness and mentally tortured himself for a good half hour before he could pull himself together to at least go home.

The youngest Uchiha had only half let the whole Itachi and Hashirama thing go. He was determined to get the confession out of Itachi, but not until the weekend when he saw him at lunch. Until then, he didn't plan to dwell on it, unless perhaps his brother himself might show some inclination to broach the subject again.

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"Hey, Sasuke, pass it!" Naruto cheered at his friend, waving his arms like he was in the Olympics. "Here on me!" Can't he see him? He had the most space and it was clear he had a chance to score. But by then Kiba was running up to him, about to take the ball from him. He didn't hesitate to go into him with his body and they pushed each other over.
The boys in Sasuke's class had a new pastime. They made makeshift goals out of backpacks and pushed the middle desks aside. After all, the long break was the best opportunity to play a proper game of mini soccer. But the girls were not enthusiastic, they had to move to the side so they wouldn't get shot.

A total of about six young men in the class joined in this new pastime. Although their class was quite large, it was definitely not the size of a football field and more players would only get in each other's way. Although soccer wasn't Sasuke's most favorite sport, he did enjoy playing it. If there was anything Fugaku had taught them since they were young other than discipline and obedience, one of those things was undoubtedly sports. He didn't really have much space to maneuver the ball, but he still tried to make the most of his opportunities. "Catch, Naruto!" He shouted at his friend, kicking the ball violently against the pair.

The boys rushed for the ball like furious and began to jostle like mad. The ball was under their feet and neither of them could take it for themselves. Sai came running to help and robbed the two boys of the ball, aiming it at the goal that Chouji was supposed to be defending. Judging by his spatially pronounced physique, it looked like he wasn't going to be able to shoot. Still, the boys knew there was always a loophole.

Sasuke was going to defend their team's territory to the last drop of imaginary blood, and he stood in Sai's way. There were only the last five minutes of the long break left, and the score was very lopsided, something he wanted to rectify by the end of the break. He managed to turn the ball over to his black-haired classmate, but somehow didn't match the force he put into the kick. Instead of a shout of triumph, his brilliant move ended with the horrifying sound of shattering glass.

Everyone in the classroom seemed to be struck by lightning and stood in utter amazement that the ball had gone through the window, leaving a jagged hole and shards on the sill. Immediately a cold autumn wind blew in through the hole and slammed the door until it reverberated throughout the corridor.
The red-haired teacher on hall duty rushed into the classroom and immediately became irritated. "Who was that?! Are you even sane, what were you doing here?!" She yelled at the students standing guiltily in the middle of the classroom.

"We're just... we're... I mean..." stammered Naruto, who was surprisingly one of the first to recover, looking uncertainly around for his best friend. Damn, they had gotten themselves into a lot of trouble, who knew those windows wouldn't hold anything today!
"It was just a breeze, teacher..." tried Kiba unsuccessfully, though it was clear from their expressions and especially the cleared desks and makeshift goals from their backpacks that there wasn't much point in denying it.
"I... um... I'm sorry, I kind of missed it," Sasuke huffed, his lip pursed.

"Yeah you kind of missed it!" Mito growled in irritation. She was a thirty-something teacher of the vigorous type and had little sympathy for student antics. "So you broke the window," she grabbed the culprit by the arm and whipped the surrounding students with a menacing look. "You're all going to the headmaster, and you're going to go immediately!" She ordered to the six students she had caught playing, holding Uchiha tightly as if he had somewhere to run.

Sasuke would be lying if he said he wasn't scared at all. He may have been eighteen, but the headmaster of their school was a scary dude who was the subject of horrific rumors, most of which were admittedly nonsense - like the fact that when he was still teaching gym class, he'd beaten a kid to death with a mediciball and buried his corpse somewhere in the attic - but still, it was not advisable to get into an argument with him, no doubt about it. He looked around at his classmates and saw similarly desperate expressions on their faces.

"Teacher, please don't," Naruto moaned, raising his eyes pleadingly to the woman. He tried his best puppy-dog expression, which even his mother occasionally softened, but even the cooing of his blue eyes didn't seem to work. "We'll be good now."
"You'll be good, sure, but this isn't just a classroom nudge. You broke a window, and the headmaster's going to find out anyway. So come on, let's go to him now," she growled at the boys, and she and Sasuke headed for the door. She wasn't about to let him go and led him down the stairs like a trophy in the lead, with the rest of them following like sniveling dogs. Outside the principal's office door they could already hear the thunderous voice of the headmaster, who was obviously notoriously upset about something.

Sasuke's gut clenched as he heard the bull's roar. Either the headmaster had someone there - one of his frequent targets of anger was Asuma, the chemistry teacher who smoked now and then with the students outside the school - or he was yelling at someone over the phone. Apparently it was the latter, though, because after Mito's firm knock there was a gruff Come in!, a sort of final threatening curse and a thump as Raikage apparently slammed the pager down.
When they walked in, they found their senior supervisor sitting behind his desk in a pretty tense mood. After all, Sasuke couldn't remember the last time he'd seen him in another. His sparse yellow mustache was bristling with annoyance and his small eyes were squinted. "What happened this time?!" He snapped at the group that entered, not answering the beeps of a few embarrassed and guilty students.

"Did someone rip the toilet seat off the toilet again?" Raikage thundered, standing up. He was so upset that sitting by the phone was the height of self-control for him. He'd rather go knock someone up. Maybe he could get a punching bag for work. None of his students or colleagues wanted to do this exercise equipment.
Mito immediately spoke up, feeling that he was going to show these young brats that school was no pigeon house, but an institute where they were to be educated and nurtured. "The boys were playing soccer in class, and Mr. Uchiha here," she pushed the young man forward like a feast for crows, "was so skillful that he broke a window with the ball."

Sasuke swallowed dryly as the headmaster's fierce gaze rested on him, and for a small moment the thought flashed through his mind that this was his last hour. "I didn't... I didn't mean to," he stammered, looking far more like a little first grader in elementary school caught in the act now than an adult fourth grader. When Raikage loomed over him menacingly, he automatically backed up a step.
"'Headmaster, it was just a joke... it wasn't intentional," Kiba tried, though his throat was dry as well. From the look on the fair-haired lumberjack's face, it looked like at the very least a principal's reprimand, an invitation to their parents to come to school and pay for the damages.

If Raikage could, he'd flick his moustache in annoyance. "Excuses, all excuses. That's what I always hear around here. We didn't mean to, it just did itself," the headmaster grumbled in anger, grabbing Sasuke's arm as if to lunge at him. "I'll have you all kicked out of school right now, let your parents homeschool you. You're here in high school voluntarily, no one is forcing you to come here. You're free to sit at home or go work somewhere," he thundered in an attempt to give the boys a proper talking to.

The young Uchiha felt like he was going to have the bones shaken out of him by the Raikage as he swung him around in anger. His grip was far stronger than that of the witch Mito, who had a look of satisfaction spread across her face as if she herself had just exposed a gang of mobsters. He just hoped he wasn't left with a bruise. "Headmaster, we're so sorry..." he blurted out with unusual humility, "it won't happen again... if you... could maybe let me go...?"
"Maybe the window could be taped up?" Naruto suggested desperately, though absolutely unrealistically, as must have been obvious to everyone.

"Dumbest idea I've heard in a long time. Mr. Uzumaki would probably need to repeat a few grades." Raikage remembered some of the students, and especially the ones with whom there were some problems. Last year, they had caught the blond and his group smoking in the toilets. That's when things got really heated at school because he had to report it to their parents. "Every last one of you will be punished, just don't worry, brats, I'll give it to you," he thundered, still holding Sasuke in his clutches. "At the very least, suspension from school. I'll discuss it with your class teacher!"

Sasuke preferred not to react to the fact that, according to the school rules, the Raikage shouldn't dare to address them like that, let alone physically punish them - he'll get that bruise for sure! - since they were also in gross violation of that document.
"If you'll excuse me, Headmaster, I would suggest paying all expenses in addition to that," Mito added viciously, even though Sasuke had no idea what they had ever done to her, since they didn't have this semetrics for any subject. But some teachers, after years of doing their jobs, hated students just on principle, apparently.
"Headmaster... it's starting to hurt..." piped up Sasuke quietly.

"Well, you bet," the director nodded to the woman and finally let Uchiha go. "Take them to Mr. Senju. He's their class teacher, so let him work out the details," he waved his hand. Those little bastards. When they go to work, they'll remember fondly how good they had it here at school.
Satisfied with her performance, Mito shooed the boys out the door and led them to the office Itachi shared with his colleague. Word had already reached them of what had happened, and Hashirama took the boys from the vengeful woman. She could be pretty scary sometimes.
"So, what do you guys have to say about this?" The brown-haired man asked as the door slammed and the boys examined the tops of their shoes.

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Sasuke nervously flicked his eyes to his brother, who was also present in the office. Their black eyes met, and by the sympathetic, if still slightly reproachful, expression on Itachi's face, he could tell that he knew about all of this as well. It nagged at him, what if he called his father? Only, judging by what the headmaster was threatening, he'd drag his parents into it anyway. He lowered his gaze contritely.
"Teacher, we really didn't mean to break it up," Kiba said, because at least Hashirama was a lot easier to talk to than Raikage, "the soccer game was just... kind of practice for gym class, just a fun thing... well, and Sasuke..." His eyes wandered to his classmate.
"I put more force into it than I realized," the younger Uchiha huffed, his dark pupils looking guiltily into Hashirama's hazel eyes.

"It's obvious to me, you rascals," Hashirama sighed, returning Sasuke's gaze, "but you might have figured you'd get reprimanded for soccer in class, too. You really couldn't leave it out?" He liked his class, even if it was wilder, and sometimes he had to deal with disciplinary infractions and then plead with the headmaster to smooth things over for them. But someone would have to pay for the broken window.

"We could," Sasuke admitted, and since he detected no real anger in Hashirama's expression, he tried to smile shyly, "it's just that the breaks are too short to do anything outside, and too long to just sit in class..."
"So ultimately, it's really the school system's fault for scheduling the breaks so poorly," Kiba chimed in with a grin.

"Well, well, well, don't make light of it again. Maybe play cards next time, but I don't want to see any more balls in class," he held up a warning finger, but a smile played on his lips. If there was gambling going on, there might be a fire in the roof too. "Now get back to class. Clean up the shards, but carefully, I won't deal with any accidents, and seal the window temporarily with plastic before it's re-glazed. For your information, I'll talk to the principal. I'm sure he's promised to fire you, so I'll see what I can do." He dismissed the boys, still waving at the young Uchiha. "Sasuke, you stay here a little longer."

The young misfits squealed in delight. Their class teacher could always be counted on! "You're great, teacher!" Naruto assured him with obvious relief.
"You're the absolute best, thank you!" Kiba snapped at the blond youth, casually slapping Sai's back to relieve the tension. Even though Hashirama was much friendlier, the five boys gratefully filed out of the office as if their heels were on fire. All of them, except Sasuke.
The younger Uchiha stepped over uncertainly. He suspected that, as the main culprit of the broken window, he would probably get the worst punishment. He wasn't exactly relieved.

"Itachi, please leave us alone for a moment," Hashirama nodded to his colleague. He wanted to be alone for his next conversation with Sasuke, and his colleague didn't have a class to be in right now.
The long-haired Uchiha raised one eyebrow in surprise. He supposed it wasn't a problem for him to be there to scold his brother, after all. He was about to open his mouth, but Senju gave him such a strange look that he quickly shut it. "Fine, whatever," he muttered as he headed for the door, almost guilty as charged. Why did he feel that way? After all, he hadn't done anything.

Sasuke glanced back at his brother, who gave his shoulder a brief squeeze as he left before closing the door behind him. So it must have been more serious if Hashirama was sending Itachi away because of this, he probably didn't want to embarrass him in front of his brother, which was quite kind of him on one hand. He turned his eyes back to his class teacher. "I really didn't mean to," he sighed for at least the third time in his defense, "We just wanted to cut break short, it was an accident. I wouldn't have gotten into that kind of trouble on purpose, I'm not crazy." He wondered how long Senju would talk him out of it, he'd already missed part of another class.

"Have a seat," Hashirama motioned the young man to the vacant chair they had for visitors or for disciplinary proceedings with students. He leaned against the edge of the table in front of Sasuke and looked at him searchingly. He had an ideal opportunity that he might never have again. "I understand you, it's just that you realize that when property damage happens, it's that much worse. Now I'm going to go to the principal, listen to him scream, and then I'll have to call your parents and tell them they'll have to pay for the damage and you'll be facing at least a B in conduct," Hashirama began the prescribed procedure. Sasuke had that adorably guilty look on his face.

The young Uchiha looked up to his classmate in dismay. His throat went completely dry at the image Hashirama had outlined here. The entire damage payment? A B in conduct?! His father will kill him! "Mr. Teacher, I..." Sasuke's voice jumped with nervousness and he tugged absentmindedly at the strings that stuck out of one ragged hole in his jeans, as was the fashion now, "is it really necessary to call my parents? I'd... I'd maybe work it out... I'm an adult, you don't have to inform them..." Sasuke bit his lip and looked at Hashirama pleadingly with puppy dog eyes. "Please... dad will kill me otherwise," he added to the insistence with a desperate plea.

"That may be true, Sasuke, but you're still a student and until then your parents are supervising you and need to know that. If you were in college, that would be a slightly different situation." Hashirama let his words trail off and watched as the young man's mind sank deeper and deeper into his fear of his father. He'd seen him a few times now, and it was obvious that he ruled with an iron hand at home. "There would be one possibility," he began cautiously, placing a hand on the young man's shoulder. They could fire him for an hour for this, but no one would have any proof. Word against word. Though then his reputation would be pretty tarnished.

"What?" Sasuke blurted out immediately, looking up at Hashirama with a look of hope. It occurred to him that maybe the classmate would be of the sort to help him pay for the damages and then demand it from him in installments, or help him with some work, walk the dog, carry the newspaper, or something. His pocket money from his parents was quite passable, but certainly not enough to afford to board up the whole window himself. If there was any chance to leave Fugaku out of this, he'd take it no matter what. Hashirama, however, looked so strange. Half embarrassed, half sort of excited, as if there was something significant about the whole situation. Sasuke had never seen him like this before.

Hashirama licked his lips as he was still deciding at the last minute whether to say it or not, but he who takes no chances gains nothing. That was his favorite motto. If he did nothing, nothing would fall into his lap on its own. "I'm able to convince the principal to make the school pay for everything, and you get off with no punishment, plus the parents won't know anything, but there's a little catch. I guess you realize that something like this isn't going to be for free." Hashirama was thrilled at the idea of the young man giving him the nod. "You know, Sasuke, you're a handsome boy and I'd like to reserve your attention for one whole night."

Sasuke's expression cleared with each of the positive things Hashirama was presenting to him, until it was comical how his jaw dropped at that last sentence. He remained staring breathlessly at his class teacher, mentally convincing himself that he had indeed heard right. This... this he just couldn't believe. "I-see," he blurted out then, finally thinking to shut his mouth, his dark eyes still bulging in amazement. He'd never put it past Hashirama to be into men, let alone have the urge to have a crush on his student. He had always been so kind and warm... Well, come to think of it, he really had been acting a little strange lately. He's been touching him a lot and so... "What if I'm not into boys?" He asked informatively, without gracing Hashiram with the indignant cries that would probably be more natural in this situation.

"I can't force you. It's your free decision," Hashirama spoke deftly, saying that it was up to Sasuke whether or not he wanted to go through with it, whether or not he was gay. "But if you refuse, I'll have to handle the situation according to internal regulations, as it should be." The brown-haired teacher somehow suspected that Sasuke might be interested in the male gender. The fact that the young man didn't freak out like a straight man would also reinforced his belief. He allowed himself to stroke Sasuke's shoulder and neck. He could feel the youthful wildness and rebelliousness in him.

The young Uchiha leaned back in his chair and gave his teacher a searching look. "Has anyone ever told you that you're quite the blackmailer?" he raised a rather rhetorical question, but his dark eyes measured Hashirama with a very different interest than before. This offer was very interesting. He'd tried it once before with the boy and had to admit it was awfully exciting. He wouldn't mind doing it again, just... with a teacher? In truth, his previous dalliances had only involved someone as old as himself, but Sasuke was quite turned on by the idea of trying it with someone older... more experienced. Someone who would know much kinkier things than his peers. He let a calculating smile play on his lips with a hint of sensuality. "Assuming, in theory, that I agree," he interjected casually, "how do you think it should go?"

Hashirama smiled wickedly, his lips curling into a seductive smile. He had it in his pocket. If he didn't go into it, he wouldn't be asking questions like this. "You'd come over to my apartment on Saturday evening," he immediately set a date, which was basically two days away since it was Thursday. He mustn't delay, or Sasuke might still be slipping away for over a week. "You could shower at my place and I'll even pour you some alcohol," he chimed in, "if you're too nervous and then we'll move to the bedroom where we can do all sorts of things." The thought of the naked young man on his bed was pleasantly arousing and triggered all sorts of images in his mind.

Sasuke licked his lips, but didn't take his eyes off his class teacher. Who would have said that to him! The thought of Hashirama wanting to do this to him sent tiny ripples of fire down his back, and his mind was already spewing all sorts of unchaste imaginings. He ran his gaze down the brown-haired man from head to toe. Hashirama was still young, and admittedly handsome. He'd always been terribly fond of long hair on men, even though he wouldn't have the patience to care for it himself. "But what guarantee can you give me that I can trust you?" He purred, rising from his chair. He stepped closer to his teacher, almost to the point of touching, but not quite, just enough for Hashirama to feel his scent and the warmth of his body. Then he began to walk slowly around him, like a hunting beast inspecting its prey. He was flattered that the long-haired man had chosen him among all the other boys.

"I can't give you a child as a guarantee," the brown-haired man chuckled, watching the young man look him over. He almost couldn't believe he saw such interest, almost lust, in the black eyes. If he could, he would have disgraced the desk here with him in an instant. Only this version had a few hitches. "As an encore, I might be able to talk the principal into letting it go by Friday. I'm guessing I'll get a call within half an hour to trot down to the principal's office immediately. He's going to want to handle this pretty decisively, knowing him." He took the liberty of putting a hand on Uchiha's hip and pulling him gently against him.

"Hmm... that's not bad," Sasuke admitted with narrowed eyes, not resisting when Hashirama gently pressed him against him. He was surprised that he was starting to like the idea of spending the night with him more and more. "It's just not enough for me," he added then, grinning out of the corner of his mouth when Hashirama frowned in disappointment. "If I'm going to do something like this, I want to make sure it's worth it. It is, after all, a very intimate proposition..." he purred like a cat, turning his head towards Hashirama to make it quite clear what kind of guarantee he had in mind. Wow, doing something like this in school with a teacher, he wouldn't have thought he'd be getting this near the end of high school!

Hashirama's heart skipped a beat as he deciphered the mute incentive. Had he known it would go so well, he might have tried it on Sasuke earlier, only he had no reason to then. He placed a hand on the student's cheek and slowly ran it into the black hair at the nape of his neck. Mindlessly, he leaned down towards him. If anyone caught them, he wouldn't be able to pull this off. Hopefully Itachi would be patient and not enter before it was absolutely necessary. He was so impatient that his hands were almost shaking. He eagerly finished the move, as if he was afraid the hero of his night dreams would flinch at the last moment.

Sasuke held his breath as Hashirama's mouth pressed against his lips. It was warm and yielding, and his senses could have gone crazy as it made him all tingly. For a moment they just rubbed against each other lightly, as if they had to get used to the feeling first, get to know each other, but once they had softened a little, Sasuke immediately noticed the tip of his teacher's tongue running excitedly over the space between his lips. He hesitated for only a brief moment before opening his mouth obligingly, and the wet visitor immediately took advantage of the situation. His heart racing, Sasuke automatically closed his eyes and pressed himself even closer to the older man, literally clinging to him until Hashirama almost staggered, thankfully the desk stopped him.

The brown-haired man was a little startled as he fell into the void, but the table assured him that he was good to go. He grabbed the young man around the waist and stroked him gently as he just enjoyed the feel of the young man sticking to him. He was so overwhelmingly affectionate. He wouldn't have expected such willingness, rather he imagined he would twitch and let himself be touched with some self-denial. Plus, he was finding that Sasuke wasn't inexperienced at all. He went into the french kiss like a seasoned soldier, almost brazenly entering his mouth. Tingles ran all over his body, and mostly in his lower abdomen as he was getting solidly horny.

Sasuke willingly flicked his tongue against Hashirama's, eagerly exploring the warm wet cavern that offered itself to him. He liked the way things had taken a pleasant turn - his insides had been writhing with anxiety when he'd walked into this office, and now arousal was pearling through his body. Plus... he couldn't help but be blissed out by the idea that he basically had the upper hand over Hashirama. Not that he was all that dominant, perhaps, but he wanted him. Hashirama wanted him, and he had the power to decide whether or not to let himself go. He could toy with him, tease him, flirt with him... but not now, now he wanted that too. He could feel Hashirama's hands on his back, stroking him, and one of them moved downward in a seemingly subtle way. They kissed passionately, and Sasuke had to stand on tiptoe to keep from craning his neck all the time, his vlase teacher was quite tall, and his fingers ran boldly through his long brown hair.

The shameless teacher wanted to feel Sasuke's ass nicely by hand. Finally, he can use his sense of touch instead of his sight. His palm came up nicely on the firm mound of one of the hemispheres and circled it. The owner loved it so much and how nice it was to squeeze. His lap grew warm as the young man breathed delightfully into his lips. Sasuke was so playful and unabashedly pressed against him. It was almost as if they'd had something together for a long time, not that they'd only been teacher and student so far.

Sasuke dug into Hashirama's mouth, feeling Hashirama harden with perverse satisfaction. He could feel it, pressing into his stomach with the bulge in his jeans, and he found it so wonderfully perverse! He had got his class teacher hard in the office during class time! He had never experienced a situation that smelled more forbidden and risky fruit. He bit Hashirama's bottom lip lasciviously and deliberately rubbed his crotch against the hard thing until the brown-haired man groaned in delight. He was just contemplating exploring the heaving mound with his hand as well when their play was interrupted by the sharp ringing of the school bell, until Sasuke nearly jumped in fright.

Hashirama was fully intoxicated with lust. His breathing was short and shallow, his cheeks slightly flushed and his eyes full of lust and desire. The ringing of the bell was like a cold shower for him. He'd completely forgotten they were at school together as Sasuke pulled away. He shook his head to collect himself and realized with horror that he had a boner like thunder. Damn it, and he has class after this break! "That's all for today then. You can go to class and... I'd like to ask for discretion," he added for form.

"You can count on it... teacher," Sasuke emphasized the last word with a foxy smile, his eyes sliding lower. It was a good thing they hadn't been making out longer, or he would have surely gotten excited too, but this way he could smile at the thought of Hashirama explaining. "I suppose I'll find out the exact time and your address during tomorrow," he summed up their agreement and stepped away from the older man, "see you later." He left the office with his mouth laughing and nearly collided with his brother in the doorway. " Hi Itachi," he grinned at him with the expression of an angel with a devilish soul and slipped past him into the hallway.

Itachi stared in amazement after his brother, who flew past him like lightning. He looked a little too cheerful for someone who was about to get scolded. He slipped into the office and threw a glance at his colleague. He looked rather strange and was somehow flushed, as if he had been yelling angrily the whole time he was here. Perhaps he saw embarrassment or guilt in his eyes. He sat down in his seat as well. "Was he that bad? I... you know, I'd love it if you didn't tell our parents. Dad's going to be so freaked out, I'll pay for the window out of my own pocket."

Hashirama cleared his throat nervously. He could still taste Sasuke's lips, and indeed his entire presence was materialized in the hard bulge on his pants, which he was now mentally trying to get to flatten. If Itachi had known what he was doing to his little brother here, he probably would have slapped him. Sasuke might be an adult, but older brothers had protecting their siblings' honor in their job description. "Uh, no, it's okay, I think it'll get sorted out, the school has resources for these cases. When you lock two hundred teenagers in one building for seven hours a day, you have to account for something like this," he said with a wave of his hand, "It's worse to keep it from the parents, but the principal will entrust that duty to me anyway so he doesn't have to get upset himself. I could just tell him I've handled it and with the reprimand... well, I'll wait until Raikage cools off." And not just Raikage.

"And what have you been discussing for so long? I thought I'd make a dent in the corridor," he couldn't get it through his head that his colleague had been humming at his brother for so long. He thought he would give him a harsher reprimand and let him go to the others. " Hashirama, are you alright?" He asked cautiously. The man across from him seemed somehow strange. Almost like he'd run out of somewhere or was about to have a heart attack. "Did Sasuke do something to you?" He guessed. Maybe that was why his little brother was laughing so hard.

The brown haired man thought in his mind that if Itachi changed the „did to you“ to just „did you“, it would almost be true. Fortunately, only almost, but... they'll definitely make it to the end on Saturday, they'll be together all night... No! He mustn't think about it or he won't get rid of the erection! "No, it's just... Raikage's going to freak out again, so I'm not exactly cool with it," he tried to explain his condition, "Let it go, Itachi, I'll take care of Sasuke. I mean... his trouble."

Itachi raised an eyebrow in surprise, but said nothing aloud. He had a feeling that something was off, but there was no real reason. He got his things ready for the next class and slowly got up. The break was only five minutes long. "Shall I wait for you?" They both went to the lower floor to teach, only his colleague seemed to have no idea where his folders for sophomore economics were.

"No!" Hashirama blurted out quickly, earning a searching look from Itachi. Though very different in personality from Sasuke, both brothers had terribly piercing eyes, and for a moment the older teacher felt as if the long-haired young man had X-rayed him. He blushed slightly and averted his gaze. "Somehow I got held up by the scolding, I have to get my things ready, it'll take me a while," he added by way of apology.

The long-haired math teacher suddenly had the impression that he had caught Hashirama in the act. He had the same look on his face as his brother when he was up to mischief. So the question was, what had he done and was it related to Sasuke, since he had been here a while ago? Could Sasuke have threatened him in some way or pressured him to help him? Weird. "Okay, I'm going," he nodded to his colleague and disappeared down the hallway.

Hashirama wiped imaginary sweat from his forehead. Phew, that was close. Itachi almost caught him a boner from his little brother. If it came to that, he might have gotten fired for an hour, too, but like this... He licked his lips at Sasuke's taste, already shivering with excitement at the prospect of owning that gorgeous cat for at least one night. And in just two days! That was worth all this inconvenience a thousand times over. With a sigh he began to search for his materials. He'd be ten minutes late for class, but the students would surely forgive him.

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Saturday was marked by an autumn drizzle and an intrusive wind that was creeping under the nails and into the hair. Hashirama stood by the window and watched the inclement weather, which he wouldn't have driven a dog into. Yet a soft, contented smile settled on his face. In a few hours, seven would strike. The hour of the arrival of the young Uchiha, his student. He had to keep thinking about him since Thursday, constantly imagining what it would be like with Sasuke and that they would do it best until morning. His vision was amazing, it had to be said. The question was the reality of what Sasuke would allow him to do. He wasn't a bully to force obedience.

Sasuke defied the unpleasant wind with squinted eyes and hands shoved deep into the pockets of his warm sweatshirt, yet this breeze had a vicious tendency to blow through everything he wore and shake him with cold just for form's sake. He couldn't wait for his class teacher to pour him something properly hot to warm him up.
His stomach alternately tickled with excitement and nervousness. On the one hand, he was terribly curious and excited to see what all Hashirama was going to teach him tonight - and it definitely wasn't going to be economics! - and on the other hand, he was a little nervous after all. Still... he was a stranger and a grown man. He reassured himself, however, that the brown-haired man certainly didn't come across as a psychopath or a bully. He finally arrived at a solid prefab apartment building painted in cheerful colors and rang the name Senju.

Hashirama jerked in surprise when the bell rang. He checked who was at the door, instructed Uchiha to the elevator and that he was to go up to the sixth floor. He was waiting there to be escorted to a heated apartment that smelled of spices and mulled wine. He reckoned that he would surely find it to his liking. "Well, welcome to my home, Sasuke, I'll pour you a hot mulled wine. The cold was sucking the life out of you," the brown-haired host worried, reaching out to touch the young man's hands. Like two pieces of ice!

"Yeah, hmm... it's not the warmest," Sasuke admitted, taking off his shoes in the hallway in an orderly fashion. It was awfully strange to see Hashirama even in a different environment than school, against the backdrop of normal life and home. He looked around furtively, he'd bet his neck that the place was usually a typical male mess, but because of the fact that he had to come, it looked like Hashirama was even cleaning up. Either way, it was a cozy little nest, furnished but not cluttered.

An interesting feature of the teacher's apartment was the large number of plants, from small ones on the shelves to larger ones, which dominated each room. Hashirama loved plants, his favourite were trees, but they were difficult to grow in the apartment, so he had one or two bonsai that he had grown from seed. He ushered the young man into the living room, and himself hopped into the small kitchen for a hot mulled wine. He poured the young man a good pint, as well as himself. "There's probably no use asking what the journey was like, looking out of the window. I was afraid you'd get blown away on the way, but you arrived," he winked conspiratorially at Sasuke.

"Yeah... for only the second week of October, the weather's been pretty bad," Sasuke agreed, gratefully taking the hot glass in his hands to warm his palms. It felt so nice. He glanced around, most intrigued by a few framed photos of his class teacher immortalized with several groups of people - he guessed it was family, classmates, and friends from the military. But the young Uchiha hadn't come here to admire the albums. "So," he touched straight on a hot topic as he took his first sip, fixing his big black eyes on the brown-haired man, "now that we're out of school, I think we should talk openly."

"We could do that. I don't have to worry about someone breaking into my office. What would you like to know? Because I don't know how much experience you have with this kind of sex play." Hashirama took a sip of his hot drink and made himself comfortable on one end of the couch while Sasuke occupied the other. He hadn't thought about anything since morning but the evening, and it had finally arrived. He was looking forward to it like a kid looking forward to Christmas. All Sasuke needed was a bow and a jingle bell and he would have made an adorable Christmas cat.

"You don't have to worry about my experience," Sasuke said confidently, though if he had to admit to color, not that he had that much. He leaned his back against the back of the couch and tilted his head slightly to the side. "One thing I'd like to know, though. The offer... it wasn't a sudden lapse of the senses. You just took the opportunity," he stated, it wasn't really a question. That came afterwards, "How long has it been going on? Surely you don't just decide overnight that you want to sleep with your student."

"I like interesting life and sexual experiences, and what could be more exciting than a student having sex with a teacher. It's also one of my favorite porn themes." On the internet, one could find various professions that were repeated in these titillating videos - fireman, policeman, doctor and occasionally that teacher. Especially if someone wanted an uneducated young schoolgirl. "I chose you on purpose. You always have a naughty twinkle in your eye and sometimes one doesn't know what to expect from you, it turns me on. And, as I've seen in the office, you're pretty fierce, and I like that."

Sasuke looked at Hashirama thoughtfully for a moment. The first he quite understood, he quite liked trying new things himself, and when it came to sex... he liked to experiment every now and then. As for the second part that the brown haired man had outlined for him... "So is Kiba," he drawled innocently, swirling the hot smelling red liquid in his glass before taking another sip. "Do you prefer men with black hair?" He grinned at his teacher then, so far showing no reaction to Hashirama moving a little closer to him on the couch. He hadn't given him an affirmative or negative response yet, there was time for that, they had the whole night ahead of them.

"You could say that," Hashirama purred, gently touching the young man's shoulder. The cold still radiated from him, he would warm him up properly, he just had to give it time. His first boy was also black haired and properly fierce. He'd never forget that one. "I prefer it when they have something on their minds too, and you, Sasuke, are as smart as a fox lined. Clever and keen," he purred contentedly. Maybe the young man would surprise him again today with all he knew.

"Am I to understand that you'd like to... tutor me privately?" Sasuke's voice was a sensual breeze, and he didn't flinch from Hashirama's touch, even when his teacher sat down on the couch so that their thighs touched. He had to admit that he liked the way the older man was seducing him, that he clearly lusted after him. Deliberately, he reached up and ran his palm over Hashirama's smoothly shaven cheek up to his jaw, tracing his lips with the pad of his thumb.

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The older man caught his finger between his lips and immediately let go. Sasuke was playing with him and seducing him openly! Damn, he hadn't had a lover that young in a long time. He wasn't old, but he wasn't that attractive to a man or boy Sasuke's age. He understood that, which was why Sasuke's affection turned him on. "Exactly. Repetition is the mother of wisdom, and some knowledge must be repeated over a long period of time," he breathed out hotly. If Sasuke teased him any longer, he might disgrace him right here on the couch.

"Hmm, I bet you say that to all the students you want to get into bed. What if I'm just the poor victim of a perverted teacher masquerading as a friendly classmate?" Sasuke played innocent, his eyes could mimic the shy doe perfectly, but deep in those ocean blues the mischief flickered. Deliberately, he licked the finger that had met Hashirama's lips only moments ago in a slow, teasing manner, now giving the older man a piercing look that made his female classmates' knees soften - but made Hashirama's harden something.

"I guess being the victim of a friendly pervert teacher doesn't have to be so bad after all." Pleasant tickles and arousal from the erotically-tuned situation spread through Hashirama's body. Sasuke could do it, how could he learn to seduce someone so easily? Did he do it naturally or consciously? Whatever it was, he was damn good at it. He had a strong urge to take the young man on his lap, press him against him and enjoy his warm presence. He leaned in as if to kiss the Uchiha, and it flashed through his mind that tonight he might not be the one in charge of the bed.

Sasuke purposely let Hashirama lean into him, but otherwise he didn't react to his teacher's obvious desire, just squinted his eyes like a cat who might get petted but could still clench his claws. He didn't want Hashirama to take him for granted. If he wanted him, let him try. He was amused by how obviously desperately horny his class teacher was, but he was still waiting for his reaction. He smiled like someone who knew full well what was going on in the other's head. Hashirama resisted for a moment longer, but when his lover licked his lips in a provocative, slow and seductive manner, he got his way - the older man leaned in towards him with a horny whimper, and their lips connected. Sasuke didn't allow himself a satisfied and triumphant flash before he closed his eyes and sank into the kiss.

The classroom teacher grabbed his student's cheek as he plundered his hot mouth. He felt giddy at how amazing it was. All his imaginings were pale and bland against reality. His fingertips gently caressed the young man's cheek and neck as they took their last breaths. He didn't want to pull away in the slightest. It was just great... like a drug, he wanted more... he wanted everything. His heart was racing, but it felt good.

Sasuke drank passionately into Hashirama's mouth, French kissing him eagerly, his pulse racing to at least twice its usual speed. The older man's tongue was experienced, smooth and wonderfully warm, Hashirama's mouth moist and pleasurable, almost making the young man dizzy. If his class teacher was so good at kissing, how good was he going to be at everything else...? He reached out to wrap his arms around the brown-haired man's neck, pulling him closer to him. He tasted of mulled wine and cloves, and Sasuke was finding the nasty weather he'd caught a cold in to be a distant nightmare.

Hashirama pulled the young man onto his lap and let him wind him up against him. And he was going to send him to the shower first... maybe he'd use it later. He ran his large palms over the young lithe body. It was close to him, wiggling shamelessly on his lap, squeezing his manhood, which was beginning to smolder under his housedress pants. He had a feeling Sasuke was going to show him a few more of the hidden skills he'd managed to pick up in his lifetime.

Sasuke enjoyed the fact that, as he half sat, half knelt on Hashirama's lap, his head was a little higher than his teacher's and the brown haired man basically had to look up to him for a kiss. He liked the feeling of superiority, it was the other way around at school all the time, he was subordinate to Hashirama. He moved one of his hands to the brown haired man's wrist and pulled his palm into his lap without hesitation. He pulled away from those sweet lips and instead caressed the older man's lobe. "Tell me you want me," he hissed excitedly into his ear.

The class teacher rubbed Sasuke's lap and used his fingers to map out what was underneath. It was still a full hardness away, but he was already damn fond of it. What would Sasuke look like? He'd never seen him naked, let alone aroused. He breathed raggedly as he played in the young man's crotch. And those whispered words... He wanted to scream to the world that he was so horny he'd fuck him right then and there. "Agh... I want you, Sasuke," he moaned hornyly as hot lips pressed against his neck.

"What a naughty teacher you are," Sasuke purred and bit Hashirama naughtily, whereupon he immediately began kissing his neck and stroking his shoulders and back and torso, even slipping under his shirt without asking, his palms meeting warm smooth skin. "Tell me, have you ever thought about this? When you were in bed, alone and in the dark... did you do it while imagining having me here?" he continued his verbal teasing.

The brown-haired man was completely defenseless. He hadn't expected this level of volunteerism in the slightest. Sasuke wasn't shy at all. He did what he wanted. He was so surprised by this that he was reduced to simply stroking the young man's back and his crotch. "Sometimes... sometimes I imagined it," Hashirama nodded, "but the reality is much more... agh!" He gasped excitedly as the cheeky student squeezed his crotch. "Let's go to the bedroom," urged the Uchiha urgently. He just couldn't take it anymore and cupped his bulging ass in his hands.

The black-haired youth squinted his eyes and squeezed the hard bulge once more before he stopped touching the older man. "Of course," he nodded innocently and dismounted from the brown-haired man, then added sweetly: "But as far as I know, you promised me the shower first. Where's your bathroom?" He had to mentally chuckle at the look of despair that appeared on Hashirama's face. He had purposely reminded him of that part when he was most horny, just to pounce on him. It was mean, but he wasn't sure what all was going to happen between them today, and he'd really like to take a shower before they got into it.

Hashirama stared at the young man in disbelief. Really? Now, when he wanted to feel a hot ass around his hard cock, he was going to announce that he wanted to go for a shower? True, he'd told him right from the start... "Couldn't it wait a while?" He uttered pleadingly, sitting impatiently on the sofa. It was pushing him terribly, and he would have preferred to relieve himself, only he imagined it a little differently.

"It couldn't," Sasuke assured him, leaning closer to Hashirama again, the tip of his tongue teasingly circling his pliant lips. "Go to the bedroom," he chimed in an unemotional whisper that almost bordered on his innate insolence at ordering the older man around, "and wait for me there. Take the mulled wine and anything else you want to try with me tonight... but don't start without me, you sensual lecher."

Before the older man could say anything, Sasuke danced away, saying he'd better find the bathroom himself. After all, there were only two doors left, unknown to him, that led to the bathroom and the closet. He sighed in displeasure and leaned his head against the back of the couch. No one had ever done this to him before. Sasuke really was different from his peers, and even different from the older generation. He could be his own man no matter what, he knew what he wanted and what he had to go through to get it. Whoever he marries one day will be the happiest person in the world. He didn't hope that such a youngster would want someone that much older, so if there were a few heated encounters, he certainly wouldn't object. He had to force himself not to immediately unzip his pants and cum. It was terribly uncomfortable, and strangely enough, it even turned him on that Sasuke was ordering him around. So he reluctantly moved to the bedroom, where he was more or less ready.

Sasuke found the bathroom on his first try and had to admit he was pleased to find a classic shower, separate and distinct from the bath - in most apartments the shower was simply connected to the bath, but while the bathroom here was understandably small, it was much more modern than usual. He turned on the hot water and shed all his clothes without haste. He rubbed his lap, his cock standing half way but not yet fully aroused. He was terribly curious to see what carnal delights Hashirama would show him today.
He blissfully rolled his eyes as he crawled into the plastic corner and let the hot crystal stream hit his lithe body. A blizzard might be raging outside right now, but the wine, the shower, and the promise of naughtiness were turning him on to such a degree that he might not even be freezing outside right now. He borrowed a bar of soap from Hashirama's shelf and avoided getting his hair wet, blow-drying it would take too much time. He took special care to keep his most intimate places hygienic so that he would be ready and clean for his teacher.

The brown-haired man paced restlessly around the bedroom. Blood was gurgling in his veins and Sasuke was still nowhere to be found. In the time it took for the sound of the water to die down, he had managed to cool down completely, though the unsatisfied craving remained. For perhaps the twentieth time, he checked the aids on the nightstand before sitting on the edge of the bed and awaiting his student's return. He must be jerking off or he wouldn't have lasted this long!

Finally, Sasuke appeared in the doorway of the bedroom - as naked as when he had come into the world. For one thing, he found it impractical to get dressed again, and for another, he wanted to surprise Hashirama. He leaned defiantly against the door frame, his hot dark eyes boring into the economics teacher. "Will you pour me a drink? I'm thirsty," he uttered with a playful undertone of desire, not making the slightest move to cover himself. He wasn't ashamed, he knew he had nothing to be embarrassed about, the parting of Hashirama's mouth, his bulging eyes and eager expression reassured him.

Hashirama's nostrils opened wide several times like a breeding stallion. This was a feast for the eyes. His gaze slid from the exposed throat to the slightly heaving chest. His student was no biscuit. He was nicely built, his body testifying to agility and speed. Firm thighs and calves that would grip him as he plunged between them. Smooth skin with a hint of bronze as a last reminder of summer. Almost eagerly, he slid down over the flat stomach to the navel and down the dark strip of hair that looked awfully sexy, into his lap. Sasuke's manhood was big enough even at rest, and what was he going to be able to arouse in a moment. The unchaste stance the Uchiha was exposing himself to was teasing him. "Come and get it, then," he nodded towards the glasses of mulled wine.

Smiling, Sasuke pushed himself away from the door and approached the bed where Hashirama was waiting for him with the graceful stride of a beast. He reached for the wine, but the older man wrapped his arms around his waist and pulled him down onto his lap. The young Uchiha took no notice, as if he were used to being routinely grabbed by his teachers, and snatched his glass from the nightstand. He took a sip while Hashirama explored his new territory with his large hands, caressing perhaps every inch of his soft skin, still hot from the warm water.
"Would you like a sip with me?" The black-haired youth offered to his class teacher, but when the older man nodded and reached for the mulled wine, he was stopped. Instead, he took a deep swig from his glass and set his lips to the brown-haired man, letting him know how he wanted to share the fragrant drink.

The older man suddenly wasn't sure who was going to teach who something new. He willingly pressed his lips to the young man's and locked them in his own. A tasty drink began to trickle into his mouth. He gulped down everything Sasuke provided, then gracefully transitioned into a French kiss. Tongues slid wetly over each other, caressing. Hashirama was getting hot again as he became aroused again under the young man's touch. He studied the young man's curves with his large palms, touch by touch. He didn't even chastely stop and lowered himself onto his naked bottom.

Sasuke's breath quickened. Despite the fact that he was faking it a bit, he really wasn't that experienced when it came to experiences with boys. He'd only been with someone a few times and he didn't have the years to be a pro at this yet, but he tried not to let his uncertainty show. He did what he was good at, drinking himself into Hashirama's mouth, kissing him fiercely while his fingers felt the button of his teacher's shirt. He noted with pleasure that it had no conventional buttons, but simple studs. All the better! With a sharp tug, he tore them apart, revealing Hashirama's chest.

Hashirama yelped in surprise at being exposed so quickly. He let the young man pull down his shirt, blissfully enjoying the warm hands that tried to caress him all over. He purred contentedly beneath the warm lips. "Sasuke, confess, who was tutoring you before me?" He lasciviously slid between the Uchiha's thighs and took his cock in his hand. He wanted to see him with a good hard dick sticking up from his body.

"Weeeell, actually my father started it when I was twelve, then my uncle took over, well then I got to choose, so it was like three other guys, and then..." Sasuke laughed when Hashirama looked shocked, but only for a moment before he realized he was joking. He kissed the older man in the hollow of his jugular and then immediately nuzzled into his neck from the side. Forcefully, passionately, enjoying his manly scent and taste.

"Sasuke, if you're making stuff up like that at school... ahh... I'm surprised you don't have a proper reputation." He'd never heard anything bad about Sasuke, actually. Always positive things. He hooked his fingers between his cheeks and ran his fingertips over the clenched ring of muscle. Sasuke twitched in alarm. A lascivious smile played on his lips. He might not be as experienced as he was showing.

The young Uchiha blushed for the first time since he entered this apartment. He didn't want to admit too much that he'd never been touched there before. He averted his eyes in embarrassment, preferring to examine the large red hickey he had made on Hashirama's neck. Hmm, it would probably be fun when his class teacher explained it to his colleagues, he was known to live alone. He pulled the foreskin on that aroused member a few times with his right hand while licking his lips. "You like it with my mouth?"

Hashi lightly stroked his flushed cheeks and chuckled in amusement. He might be the first to ever taste Uchiha's body today. "I do, and feeling yours in my lap is a very exciting thought," the older man purred contentedly, pecking the young man on the lips. "Kneel down," he breathed excitedly. If they were going to sleep past midnight anytime tonight, it was going to be too soon. Sasuke smelled very nice. He could smell the familiar scent of his soap, but now it was overpowered by his body scent. He was a bit like a stallion being led around by a bay mare.

Sasuke squinted at the uncomfortable order. "As you wish," he hissed excitedly, sliding off Hashirama's lap and onto the ground in front of him. He stroked his firm, strong thighs and then roughly spread them apart so he could fit between his legs. He took the hardened manhood throbbing with desire in his hand. The glans glistened wetly with droplets of desire and Sasuke leaned closer, heart pounding. He licked the dark head testily, testing Hashirama's taste. It wasn't cherry jam by any means, but it was a specific natural musky taste. The taste of a man. He began licking and sucking, stroking his balls and massaging them, and once he got used to it, he took the tip of his member between his lips and squeezed.

The older man leaned back on his hands and groaned throatily. "Take it all in your mouth," he gasped. The sight of the wild Uchiha sucking between his legs and licking his cock with a nimble tongue was a sight for the gods. He'd pay for that. It was almost like taming a wild animal into a cuddly cat. He stroked the young man's hair and looked him over lustfully. It filled him with a strange sense of satisfaction that he was the one who had Sasuke all to himself today. Itachi would have envied him... the time spent with his sibling, that is.

Sasuke thought in his mind that this was much easier said than done. Hashirama was a lot more gifted than the boys he'd had experience with so far, which were his peers. He tried to relax his throat as much as he could and slowly began to slide his hard cock into his mouth and deeper, all the way down his throat. He breathed rapidly through his nose, his tongue working nimbly at the part of the erection he could reach in such a situation. When his lips locked almost all the way around Hashirama's root, he could hardly believe he had actually taken all of it himself.

Hashirama threw back his head and let out an excited sigh. Sasuke could suck, but apparently he hadn't gotten into anal sex yet. No matter, he'd try out all the qualities he offered, and the rest would easily teach him. He wasn't a teacher for nothing. "You've got a handy... mouth," he got out, "now show me... what you've already learned." He must have had it 100% down his throat. His muzzle was hot and his tongue was moving over it in a flicking motion.

The black-haired youth moved his head up and down. He engulfed Hashirama's manhood in his burning mouth, sucking it passionately, teasing it with his tongue, and now and then pulling it out all softly before letting it penetrate deep into his mouth again. He had to squint his eyes to keep them from watering as it occasionally gave his gag reflex a workout, but he tried not to let it show. He kneaded Senju's testicles with one hand as he did so, slapping them and pulling gently.

The older man thought that a sixty-nine position where they could suck each other's cock would be great. There was a catch. Sasuke had teased him badly before and now he just wanted it. He wanted to cum in that burning mouth. After all, his dick was hard as a rock, too. It was a wonder he hadn't pierced his student from the inside. "I'm coming," he hissed as his arousal was already peaking. "In or out?" He asked informatively. He preferred in, of course. Nice to give the young man a drink of milk.

Sasuke's dark eyes flashed upwards. They burned like two embers in a fireplace, reflecting wild lust. He hesitated for a moment to himself. Did he want to taste Hashirama that intimately? Not that semen was all that yummy, but in this situation, the thought of going the whole thing turned him on terribly. "Ihn-sh-ide..." he tried to formulate a response, though with Senju's cock so deep in his throat it was pretty hard to articulate, "c-ohm-e… in-shide… me!" He deliberately squeezed Hashirama's balls harder and began sucking him hard.

Hashirama didn't have to be a great decipherer, he understood he could cum in. He was even quite surprised. After all, getting cum squirted into his mouth by a near stranger might not have been pleasant. He tangled his fingers in the young man's hair and began to set his own pace. Maybe even a little harder setting his speed. He couldn't help himself. Sasuke was stunning him with his zeal for the subject. He groaned proudly when it came to him, trying to unconsciously thrust deep into his student's throat.

The young Uchiha's eyes bugged out as Hashirama clogged his throat with a violent thrust, a cascade of cum spurting from his throbbing manhood. It was a lot to take. He tried to swallow as much as he could, but he had to do his best not to choke on it. He fought back a gag and almost thought he was going to start gurgling in his throat when his class teacher finally pulled back. He swallowed the last of it and gasped. Whew, he made it. He tasted a bitter-salty musky taste in his mouth and the corners of his mouth were all sticky from the whitish liquid, plus he was disheveled and his cheeks were adorably flushed like an abused kitten.

The older man's orgasm completely laid him low, literally. As soon as his body relaxed from the pleasurable spasm, he let go of the young man and rolled backwards on the bed. Damn, that was pretty good. A pleasurable relaxation spread through his body. He was so overwhelmed by the pleasurable sensations that he could only stare mindlessly at the ceiling. The bed next to him sagged and the handy cat went to snuggle up to him. "You can suck like the devil," he rasped in a low voice.

"Maybe Satan himself taught me that," Sasuke teased glibly, glad his teacher couldn't tell how difficult the whole thing had been on him. He rubbed his own swollen lap with his right hand. He was solidly hard, it was simply impossible to stay calm when playing like this. In a strange way he was turned on by the idea that Hashirama was using him for his pleasure here, though of course he agreed. Provocatively, he licked the older man's nipple and sucked on it lewdly for a moment until it hardened.

"Sasuke," Hashirama purred a little warningly, pulling the young man under him. He could see his student's excitement and horniness. He looked so adorable. He leaned over and licked his lips. "Now I should return the care," he cooed, running his fingers down his chest. "Something's waiting for me down there, isn't it? Want me to take a closer look?" He was quite looking forward to getting a taste of Uchiha.

"Yes," Sasuke whimpered, bending one leg so his thigh could rest against Hashirama's hip. He desperately needed someone to attend to his unsung erection too, preferably the one who had caused it. Wow, if his classmates saw this, him fucking with a teacher they all knew and saw every week... "Suck me off, Hashi..." he breathed urgently, digging his fingers into his back.

If the principal found out about this, he would be fired immediately and his colleagues would stare at him side by side like a hedgehog in winter. Immorality between teacher and students was not encouraged, which was not surprising. "I might as well," Hashirama laughed amusedly as Sasuke squirmed impatiently on his bed. He scooted back on the bed and made room between the young man's legs. A swollen erection moved gracefully against his lower abdomen. The pink glans tempted to taste, and the rest of the member surpassed Hashirama's imagination of how equipped the Uchiha was. Too good for a young man of his age.

Sasuke hissed with excitement as Hashirama took hold of his proudly towering manhood. He almost wondered to himself, he was basically letting a complete stranger touch him, but his class teacher was quite sexy, and by the fact that they saw each other so often at school, he wasn't exactly a stranger to him. He gasped, his black gorgeous eyes squinting as he felt something warm and wet in his groin - Hashirama's tongue. He had to bite his lower lip, it was so supple and naughty and began to vibrate right over his glans, the most sensitive part of his erection. "A-aaah!" He let out a wistful groan and his hands gripped the sheets.

Hashirama thought to himself that Sasuke could make a racy sound, until it made his stomach flutter, and he had just came a moment ago! He wanted to hear a lot more of them. The smooth erection fit nicely in the palm of his hand and he could rub it prettily as he fiddled with his tongue at the very tip. "You taste kinda good," he hummed as he registered the taste of a drop of desire. Without hesitation, he took it rapidly into his mouth and began to suck it vigorously, as if to surpass his previous performance.

The young Uchiha was about to reply, but all his words turned into drawn out groans as Hashirama began to do so. God, he had such a hot mouth and a skilled tongue! He certainly didn't need to ask his teacher if he was being tutored, it was quite clear that the brown haired man must have had many sexual partners in his lifetime. He had no problem in the slightest devouring him deep to the root, and the way he used his tongue showed years of practice.

Hashirama tried to show the young man the best he could. Sometimes he liked to show off a little. In front of his lovers, mostly. But he had to be sure he had something to stun with, and with Sasuke he had it. His heart skipped in pleasure as a strangled moan echoed through the bedroom as the young man covered his mouth. He was trying his best tricks on his student. Like letting his cock slip out, blowing it out and letting it go all the way in.

Sasuke's face contorted as if Hashirama was doing something that hurt him, but the opposite was true. This... this wasn't how any of the boys he'd been with had done it to him. They were literally inexperienced bunnies against the older man, but the brown-haired man knew what he was doing. He melted under his hands and mouth like a lump of butter, squirming until the teacher had to hold his hips and kept sucking him like it was going to be the last time in his life. He felt like he might suck the balls out of him!

The elderly man's tongue was causing real torment. Hashirama had the urge to start laughing as Sasuke tried to fuck his mouth. He was out of his mind. He was so aroused he couldn't control himself. "Cum in my mouth," he purred teasingly when he stopped for a moment. Sasuke bucked against his arms like a wild stallion. It was almost a wonder he held him down.

The perverse order ran down Sasuke's spine in a fiery wave of arousal. He dug his fingers into the sheets and moaned that echoed throughout the bedroom along with the squelching sounds of blowjob. Hashirama didn't have to wait long for the young man to make good on his words. After a few seconds, the young Uchiha arched his back and climaxed into the hot cavern with a scream.

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Hashirama held the young man nicely and expertly swallowed the salty seed. He cleaned Sasuke's member with his tongue and snuggled down next to him. The Uchiha looked completely out of it, but adorably so. Red parted lips, quivering eyelids, and flushed cheeks made it clear he was really enjoying himself. "So, did you like it?" He purred as deep black eyes focused on him.

It took Sasuke some time before he was able to come back to reality from the otherworldly experience that had taken him to supernatural heights. "It's obvious you understand your subject, teacher," he replied glibly, reaching up to kiss Hashirama, though without the use of his tongue, somehow not wanting to taste himself yet until the taste was gone from his mouth.

"And you're a model student," Hashirama sighed, sprawling freely on the bed. He hadn't had such a pleasant feeling over his body in a long time, or was it just that his bed had been empty for a long time? Maybe, but he was definitely enjoying the start of tonight. "What would you like to learn now?" He asked with an impish grin, placing his arm across Sasuke's waist.

"Weeeeell..." stretched Sasuke, leaning back comfortably so he could see Hashirama. "I think I have a foundation to build on. Maybe I could welcome some... more challenging content," he whispered in a seductive double-talk, placing his palm on the brown-haired man's shaved cheek while his other hand slid down his worked stomach to his groin. "What would you recommend for me to study?"

"I would recommend you study the anal and genital systems at the same time. I have a wealth of experience about these places, I'd be happy to show you what and how." The young man was a strong attraction and all it took was a few movements of Sasuke's hands to get him hard. "I actually have this special stick that is used to explore the anal cavity. I'd like to show you how to use it," he purred condescendingly, running his thumb over the young man's lips. They were as red as ripe cherries.

Sasuke hesitated. He wasn't stupid, he'd suspected Hashirama would want to go this far, but... did he want it too? It looked awfully easy in the porn, but in reality he had a lot of questions running through his head. Would he even stretch that wide? Would it hurt? Ugh, no need for an enema beforehand? How deep does Hashirama want to get into him? He tried not to let the uncertainty show on his face, but though he flexed his facial muscles, his eyes betrayed him.

Hashirama had a good talent for observation and noted the sea of questions and uncertainty in the young man's eyes. He stroked the young man's cheek and let his hand rest on his shoulder. "Sasuke, I can see you're not sure about this. I know you haven't had anal sex with anyone yet, so it's important that you ask everything you want to know before you do. I can assure you myself that when you cooperate and put your fears behind you, it's very pleasurable."

The young Uchiha averted his gaze in embarrassment. "How do you know I haven't slept with anyone like that?" He asked quietly. Was it really that obvious on him? Perhaps for the first time since he'd entered Hashirama's apartment, he wasn't acting so confident and experienced. God, he should get a grip, he wasn't a kid and this wasn't his first night of sex, even if he hadn't allowed anal intercourse with anyone yet. The first time he was with a girl was when he was fourteen, he was entitled to it then. But he was an adult today.

"You can tell by the way you act. You're a sovereign in bed, but this area is still unknown to you." Hashirama decided to answer the most common questions that circulated the internet, and that he himself had once researched from various sources. "You're probably most interested in whether it hurts. If the right preparation is done, at most it might be a little uncomfortable at first." He wasn't about to smear honey around Sasuke's mouth and tell him he was going to have the best sex in the world. The first time was never as good as the second time and later. "The preparation is done by using my fingers and lube to help your sphincter stretch to the width you need. Besides, I can promise you that a prostate massage is something really, really pleasurable."

Sasuke bit his lip a moment longer. Truthfully, it didn't sound too hot, but he didn't want to look like he was scared. Those guys in porn always enjoyed it so much, surely it couldn't be that bad. "So... well... okay," he finally agreed, taking a deep breath. He tried to suppress the nagging little voice in his head that whispered to him if he shouldn't spend this moment with someone he would truly love after all. It was no big deal. He wasn't a shy girl and he wasn't going to lose any innocence, he wasn't going to... "I'm not going to bleed?" Slipped from his lips, until he was immediately ashamed of himself for the childish question as soon as it was uttered. After all, he didn't have a damn hymen, it was just... girls usually didn't want it up their ass. Did they have a reason?

"Of course not," the older man assured the young man, kissing him gently on the lips. "If yes, it would be indicative of rough treatment, and I plan to shower you with the tenderness and refinement I've accumulated over the years." He couldn't wait to push it in. He didn't say that out loud anymore, so as not to startle Sasuke. Those bunnies are always so adorably nervous. Afterwards, when they've had their fun, they remember it fondly for a week. "Let's cuddle to start and then slowly start the preparation," Hashirama replied wickedly. He pressed himself body to body with the Uchiha and sought out his lips.

Sasuke's heart pounded furiously as the older man pounced on him and rubbed as much of his body as he could. He was so big and strong and masculine... and terribly, pleasantly hot. He closed his eyes so they wouldn't betray his state of mind any further and instead of thinking too much about what was about to happen, he dove into the kiss. Hashirama still tasted a little of his own semen, but only slightly enough that he didn't mind. He ran his hands up his shoulders and stroked his broad back, from shoulder blades to his hips, where he pressed him against him, rubbing their sticky laps together as much as possible.

Hashirama lightly squirmed against the young man's lap, arousing them with that leisurely teasing rubbing. He liked the way the young man was nicely tucked underneath him. He might grow a little more, but there was a size difference between them now. It was so different than when he did it with his peers or adults in general. Sasuke still stood at the cusp of childhood and adulthood. He felt a bit perverse for wanting to fuck even this little nestling.

It didn't take Sasuke long to get hard again. He laced his tongue with Hashirama's and moaned into his mouth, lightly digging his fingers into the sweaty skin of the teacher's back and occasionally biting him naughtily, like a kitten putting out its claws to test what it could afford. The older man was also properly hard within moments, and fiery ripples of pleasure ran through Sasuke's spine as their aroused manhoods bumped and rubbed against each other.

A bead of sweat trickled down the older man's temple as the play got him as hot as possible. Sasuke squirmed beneath him, occasionally yelping briefly in excitement. The desire for his body was growing at its maximum in him. Abruptly, he pulled away from him and examined him with eyes clouded with lust. From the flushed cheeks to the towering lap. "Turn over onto your stomach," he ordered huskily. Finally, he got a nice close look at his ass.

The young Uchiha's heart was pounding, a wonder it didn't punch its way through his ribs, but he did as the older man asked. If he was more experienced in such games, he would surely be looking seductively around for his lover and wiggling his firm bottom lasciviously, but this was to be his first time, and the uncertainty still lingered in him. He reassured himself, however, with the knowledge that Hashirama certainly knew what he was doing. However, he couldn't stop himself from twitching when the class teacher spread his cheeks apart. God, that was so embarrassing!

"Relax, Sasuke, know that for a lover such a sight is most exciting," Hashirama assured the young man that he liked it from behind. He pulled Uchiha up onto his knees and let the young man pursed his ass. The delightful sight of the clenched ring made him want to rub his hard cock and let it taste a little of the protruding buttocks. He pressed his ass into his lap and teasingly pushed against it. He was so horny.

Sasuke's breathing quickened as he felt something round and smooth in his most intimate places, sliding lasciviously between his cheeks. He allowed himself to look back at the long-haired man. There was such an excited look on his face, as if he had just unwrapped the biggest Christmas present of his life. "How long has it been since you've been with someone... well, you know?" He asked curiously, wondering when was the last time Hashirama had had someone in his bed.

"I don't even know, a month, two, maybe," Hashirama replied a little belatedly as he focused on one thing. He held the young man's hips as his hard cock slid through that wonderful chasm. He allowed himself to slap both cheeks a bit until they clamped together in a nice squeeze of surprise. "God, I want you so bad," he whimpered.

Inside, Sasuke felt happy. It was simply nice to hear that someone wanted him so much that it made him lose his temper, it turned him on. "Then do it," he heard himself say in a muffled voice, pressing his ass against him until their skin slapped together, "take me, teach me what man sex means!"

"I'll do it," Hashirama breathed in a veiled voice, "I will!" Too bad it just didn't work immediately. He reached for the lube and dropped a generous dose between Sasuke's cheeks. He let a drop trickle down almost to his balls before spreading it nicely. "Relax, it's going to be unusual but not uncomfortable," he added as he pushed lightly on the sphincter, making Sasuke stiffen up in a funny way.

The black haired youth felt like he was going to fly out of his skin. On the one hand, he was insanely excited and wanted to try something new, wanted to experience something special, and Hashirama was handsome, experienced, and patient after all... On the other hand, his heart was still a little freaked out, especially when his lover's finger penetrated past the sphincter and plunged into his hot, virgin body. He twitched, but controlled himself from flinching away.

"Relax, it'll be fine." Hashirama hummed calmly as if to a nervous young colt. He knew what it was like for the first time, and it was nice to make it a little more pleasant for Sasuke. He found an erection between his thighs that needed encouragement. The nervousness quickly showed on it. "I'm going to prepare you nicely and then fuck you so good that you'll still remember it fondly tomorrow." He certainly would then, his lap was already tingling all the time and he couldn't wait to plunge into the hot flesh. Just what he could feel around his finger. The incredible heat and tightness.

"I'm not scared," Sasuke snapped, though his voice implied otherwise, but he'd rather bite his tongue off than admit it. Instead, he closed his eyes and tried to focus his attention only on Hashirama's hand caressing his lap and tightening his foreskin. It was truly perverse. He was kneeling there with his ass thrust out, and his teacher's index finger was slowly going into his anus, lubricating it and fucking it lewdly. He'd never felt anything like this before, he'd never shoved anything up his own ass, and he'd never been on any such examination. He couldn't decide if he liked it or not, it wasn't entirely pleasurable yet, but truthfully it didn't hurt.

The older man's nostrils flared with each slippery inward thrust of his finger and his cock twitched at the thought of it being his own dick. Sasuke was untaught and he felt honoured to be his first. He'd never fucked a virgin before. All of his lovers were of a similar age to him, exceptionally a few years younger, and every single one of them had a lot of experience under their belts. So he couldn't complain that they couldn't do anything, but then again, a complete youngster who'd never experienced it and would give him his first... The feeling was priceless. He tried to find the prostate inside Sasuke's body.

Sasuke was biting his lip. The strange sensations of fingering were made a little more pleasurable by the excitement of the older man's continued jerking off, plus the arousal of hearing Hashirama's rapid breathing behind him. His class teacher really wanted him badly! He was just about to look back and see if the brown-haired man's cock hadn't bloodyed yet when the tip of the teacher's fingertip hit the tiny chestnut beneath the mucous membrane in his flesh and the young Uchiha gave a cute squeal of unexpected delight and jerked. "H-Hashi-rama..." he groaned throatily as his lover repeated the motion, squirming with pleasure, "aaah, please... this... ghhh..."

"Good, right? I told you you'd like it," the class teacher cooed in delight, rubbing at a hidden spot with every movement. No sooner had Sasuke gotten used to the new exciting stimulus, he added a second finger. He circled the glistening ring and plunged into it again. He had to massage himself. Droplets of desire dripped from his glans and he was all eager, hot, wanting. Most of all, he wanted to fuck. He'd fuck a pillow, a hole in a tree, anything right now!

The young Uchiha squirmed under Hashirama's hands and his body went limp, relaxed, except for his groin, where the protruding cock was perhaps harder than ever! Quite automatically, he began to meet the older man - sliding into his hot palm and bumping against his fingers, eagerly taking him into himself and moaning cutely, cheeks tinged with arousal the shade of autumn red roses. For God's sake, he was going to come! The prostate massage added a whole new dimension to the fingering that was driving him crazy.

Hashirama knew he couldn't take it much longer. He was as horny as a prairie goat, and all this delaying was only irritating him to the point of insanity. "With or without a condom?" He asked matter-of-factly as he squeezed the young man's manhood harder, eliciting a drawn-out moan that had nothing to do with pain.

Sasuke was so heated that he had to mentally rehearse the question before he realized what the older man was asking. "If... if you're healthy..." he exhaled absently while wiggling his bulging ass provocatively, "feel free without. I don't think - ahhh! - you'll be getting an unwanted baby-heir in nine months... ngghhh..."

The older man licked his dry lips. This was what he wanted to hear. He liked to do it without protection, but if his lover demanded it, he would use it without protest. "I doubt it," Hashirama laughed shortly, pulling the young man towards him. He rubbed his boast in his palm. He was perhaps as aroused as he had ever been. Perhaps too much so. He lathered himself with lube before slipping into the moist little hollow. His pelvis automatically began to pump. He couldn't believe that a student would deprive him of his self-control like that!

The black-haired young man was breathing as if he was in the middle of running a marathon, and his pupils were slightly dilated. In a moment... in just a moment, he was about to lose his virginity, for the second time, this time to a man. His shoulders tensed a little, but he didn't flinch. This was definitely going to be the naughtiest thing he would ever do in his life! He clamped his eyelids shut as Hashirama's privates passed the crease between his cheeks several times, the tip always grazing his hole hungrily before his glans came to rest on the sphincter. Sasuke held his breath.

His moment had come. With a ragged breath, Hashirama let Sasuke feel the wet tip of his erection against his most sacred spot. He felt like he was high. Eyes glazed and closed, sweat beading over his body, he felt a little weak as he was almost done. He felt a strong tension in his crotch. He should still be lucid, but apparently he had prolonged the preparation too much. He was out of his mind as he pressed his soft glans into the cruel, searing, tight heat. He groaned in agony, as if it was causing him torment. Torture it was, he couldn't overpower his body. Desire and lust were stronger and overwhelmed him. It was so sudden that in retrospect he was ashamed of himself. Hot, whitish cum spurted inside him before he could finish the job.

Sasuke yelped in fright as he felt a hot cascade at the edge of his hole, not understanding for a moment what had actually happened until it came from Hashirama's guttural moan. He blinked in surprise, he didn't even have time to feel the fear of penetration properly, his class teacher only getting the tip inside before he ejaculated. It was awfully quick, after all the several minutes of preparation, the sex itself took a few seconds. Although... it couldn't really be called sex. The hot glans slid out of him again, followed by a torrent of cum, and Sasuke wasn't sure if he felt more disappointment or relief or both... It was such a strange mix of feelings. He turned to face the brown haired teacher and sat back on his heels before fixing his deep dark eyes on him.

As soon as Hashirama came to himself, he blushed like a ripe tomato. What an embarrassment! He should have said something, but he just opened his mouth blankly, and he always had enough to say. He ducked his gaze away from the mesmerizing look in the black eyes. And that promised him the experience of a lifetime. And instead he would have a great story. The class teacher wanted to fuck me, but he came before he could slide in. "Uh... I... I'm sorry," it came out apologetically, "I guess I was looking forward to you too much."

"That's alright... really," Sasuke replied, a little distracted by the sticky cum dripping down his ankles from his still virgin hole. He should take that shower again. For about a minute, both men paused, as if unsure of what to do or say in such a situation. "I'd like some more wine," the black-haired youth finally changed the subject and reached for the glass that still had some of the mulled wine left in it, even though the red liquid had largely cooled off. Not as much as he had.

The older man grabbed his arm. "I may be a bit of a failure, but I like to finish things," he added, his face still flushed, and laid the young man down on the bed. He didn't want this evening to end with the strange aftertaste of not being able to control his appetites and coming too soon. "Lie still and leave everything to me," he purred, stroking the aroused member that was hungry for touching.

Sasuke held his breath, but didn't object. The previous moments had been somewhat awkward, but his erection hadn't yet subsided and was in quite urgent need of Hashirama's care. "Will you be giving me the material orally, teacher?" He purred, to inform himself what kind of gratification he could look forward to. He wouldn't mind at all if the brown-haired man decided to suck his cock. His mouth was skillful, he had already verified that by kissing him.

Hashirama thought for a moment: "Not just orally," and let his lips play in a sly smile. "I'll show you an interesting combination." He pulled the young man's thighs apart, fitting himself between them. He mentally lamented that if he had held out, he could be fucking the stained hole right now instead of fingering it. He spread the slippery cum while his other hand found Sasuke's erection to play with.

Sasuke tilted his head, a low moan of pleasure escaping his lips as Hashirama began to attend to his engorged privates again, not forgetting to massage his balls as well. He bit his lower lip as his class teacher pushed one fingertip past the edge of the sphincter. It was all the more perverse now that Hashirama's warm cum was present in addition to the lube.

The class teacher did not hesitate to start working vigorously. His hands just played on and in the student's body. He had already tested where to look for the pleasure-giving spot and forced the young man into gasping moans, lip-biting and writhing on the bed. He devoured the unchaste spectacle with his eyes and tore his eyes away with little self-denial. Wanting to please his other senses as well, he bent down to the swollen lap. He smoothly let his erection slip into his mouth and felt fingers in his hair.

The young Uchiha had to admit that even though Hashirama came before he could deflower his ass, he really did show him things he hadn't properly imagined until then. It was really obvious that he was in bed with someone older and more experienced, someone who knew far more about satisfaction between men than he or his peers did.
"M-mm... agh-aaah!" He blurted out absently, pushing his way through those long brown strands, gently pushing the teacher's head into his lap in the way that felt most comfortable.

Hashirama easily succumbed to the young man's pace, letting his engorged manhood into his mouth with gusto. For the second time that evening. The luscious symphony poured into his ears, satisfying his lust. He was wanted, he was desired. Maybe he was blackmailing Sasuke a little. He'd intercede for his class anyway, and the school would pay for the window. He'd taken advantage of the fox and now he could just enjoy himself. Now he'll finish it with his mouth, but the next round will be completely different.

Sasuke rolled his eyes like a contented kitten and moaned unabashedly at Hashirama's entire bedroom. Wow, it was so good, Senju just knew how to suck, he'd had practice at it, and his naughty fingers would play cheekily at the edge of his malfeasant hole, massaging his prostate now and then until the young Uchiha always twitched delightfully. The urgency of his need increased and his lithe body slowly tensed to the peak of pleasure.

The older man decided to try one more trick. He could tell that Sasuke was almost on the verge of orgasm. He had learned this technique from a lover long ago, but he hadn't used it much. It took a lot of practice. He held the young man by one hip and, with a deep breath, poured his entire manhood into his mouth. He began to swallow and didn't have to wait too long for a dose of warm milk straight into his stomach. No one had ever resisted this before. He felt like a winner as Sasuke shouted his name in pleasure to the entire bedroom. The neighbors were sure to grumble again.

The young Uchiha felt that Hashirama had drained him of every last drop. The fantastic technique he used on him at the end blew him away, he came almost instantly and his eyes almost glazed over with pleasure. He was completely oblivious to the irritated pounding on the wall next door, now there was just him, Hashirama and the incredible pleasure his class teacher was giving him. His fingers were in the older man's hair for a while, gripping a little tighter than necessary, but he had to vent the pleasure somehow. Finally, he relaxed and withdrew from Hashirama's wonderful mouth.

Hashirama chuckled as he heard the annoyed roar of a lone tiger from behind the wall. It would pass him by morning. He cleared his throat a little as his throat was irritated. Extreme techniques claimed their little victims. He lay on his side next to the young man, watching intently as he slowly awoke from his pleasant haze. He kissed his hot cheek and smiled pleasantly. "I'm sure you've never experienced this before."

"Oh, no," the black-haired boy said with satisfaction, opening his eyes lazily. His black pupils found Hashirama's face and smiled as much as the young man's lips. "You hide some truly unexpected qualities, teacher," he joked, reaching out to stroke the older man's cheek, forgiving himself the minor quibble that some teenagers might surpass him in stamina. "I suppose I've paid off the window sufficiently then...?"

The older man's lips curled up cheerfully. Sasuke may have been about to wriggle out of it, but he wouldn't let him. "I'm very satisfied so far, but as I recall, I asked for one night from you, and the sun hasn't risen yet. Until then, you are my student of an unusual subject." He would have preferred not to sleep and to enjoy the whole night with the young man. He considered it a bit of an unrealistic notion, but he would have liked it nonetheless.

Sasuke stretched like a cat without taking his challenging gaze off Hashirama. He had told his parents that he would be sleeping at Naruto's tonight and called his friend again to cover for him if needed, Minato and Kushina were much more benevolent in some ways. "And do you plan to... hmm... discuss anything else, teacher?" He pressed seductively against the older man's side, stroking his chest with his fingertips.

"Yes, I do, we haven't worked out the details of the previous stuff yet. I can't let you leave untainted by knowledge." By now, Hashirama was sure he wouldn't cum prematurely. After two orgasms, he was calmed down and could properly enjoy the next play session without rushing. He reached for the mulled wine and took a deep drink, then offered it to the young man as well.

Sasuke accepted the glass with a thoughtful look. A moment ago he had been determined to lose his virginity to his teacher, but now after the fiasco... He sipped the spiced wine. Maybe he'd had enough of experimenting with his ass for one night, he couldn't get the same confidence he'd had before. "You know, I think I'll... w-well, I guess I'll skip the stuff tonight after all," he gushed.

"Oh come on, Sasuke," Hashirama uttered disappointedly, "after all, you said yourself a while ago that I should show you proper man sex. Surely you're not going to give up now at the threshold of knowledge." He didn't even want to think about losing the opportunity to fuck Sasuke. After all, everything was going so nicely today, and he was looking forward to exploring its nooks and crannies.

"I know, but..." the black-haired youth stammered embarrassed, "I changed my mind. I don't think I'm ready for this yet." It wasn't quite true, he was ready, physically and mentally, it was just that the thought popped into his head again, wondering if this really should be a moment that belonged to someone he felt more than affection based on physical pleasure.

Hashirama mentally scolded himself for being horny, if he knew Sasuke was going to twitch afterwards, he'd jump in an ice shower first! "Sasuke, when else will you be more ready? It's nothing, after all I was almost inside you already." Such a disappointment. Admittedly, he had counted on the definite possibility that maybe sex wouldn't happen before Sasuke's arrival, but as the evening progressed it seemed almost certain.

"It's just that your fingers are a lot narrower than your cock," Sasuke pointed out a certain fact and stroked Hashirama's crotch. He didn't say the second part of the sentence, not wanting to look like a coward, but an intelligent man had to figure he was scared. Of the older man not getting into him, of the pain, of things not going exactly as he'd hoped. He ducked his gaze from the hazel eyes that were trying to catch his.

"Do you think I would hurt you?" Hashirama breathed, almost offended. He had never hurt any of his lovers, intentionally or unintentionally. "Sasuke, sex is for both of them to enjoy and I would ensure that," he pressed the young man to agree to a second attempt. "You'll definitely do it with someone someday, so why not now?" he huffed, grabbing his chin so he could look him in the eyes.

Sasuke squirmed. If he said the real reason, he'd definitely be a sentimental fool. Hashirama was right, did it matter who he spent his first time with? He looked into brown eyes that glittered with urgent lust, and his gaze hardened. He tightened his fingers around his teacher's wrist and pulled his hand away from his chin. "Because I said so," he announced calmly to the older man.

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The classroom teacher saw that his student was struggling, but tried again. It's his only chance, and he wants to take it before it slips through his fingers. "Sasuke, I know you're scared," he began simply, "but there's really nothing terrible about it. Please let me do this," he pleaded. Still looming before him was the vision of wild sex, his hard manhood clenched by the young man's tight ass.

Sasuke's eyes flashed dangerously. He may have been a playful submissive cat most of the time in this apartment, but Hashirama couldn't forget that even a cat was a beast. "I said no!" He growled, knocking Hashirama's comfortingly outstretched hand aside. "And if you're so desperate for sex, offer your ass up yourself," he added cheekily, and if he was a real animal, he'd surely be bristling fur right now.

Hashirama was taken aback by how aggressive Sasuke suddenly was. His temper really wasn't denied and could fully show itself as soon as he didn't like something. The older man could see that he wasn't going to budge with the young man and the path to his virgin ass was closed for good. An eternal shame... maybe if there was another encounter, which he would like, maybe Sasuke would agree. He sat back on his heels and looked thoughtfully at the pissed off young man. Would he really let him? He was liking the idea more and more. "Sure. Do you want to get me ready or should I get ready myself?" He uttered matter-of-factly, until he had to chuckle at how quickly the Uchiha's expression changed from angry to incredulous.

Sasuke opened his mouth in incomprehension. Like Hashirama was actually going to let him fuck him...? He had meant it as a joke, a remark meant to shut the older man up, he hadn't expected him to really take it seriously. "But I... I didn't mean it quite so literally," he stammered, stunned, but when the class teacher glanced at him, he shrugged embarrassedly, "Well, but if you're really up for it..." He could hardly back down now, that would really make him look like an idiot who didn't know what he wanted and was just wasting words. Wow, this was a fling. He'd come here today thinking he might lose his virginity, but in a completely different way than that was probably going to happen. He's gonna fuck a man for the first time! He swallowed dryly and a renewed wave of arousal passed through him. "I... I guess prepare yourself," he replied with a cute blush. He didn't feel quite up to taking the whole thing over, he found it a little disgusting, though in principle it didn't matter if he was going to stick his fingers or his cock into his teacher.

The older man was thoroughly amused by the young man's embarrassment. It had been quite a while since he'd gotten fucked. He quite liked the vision. It was unconventional in a way, getting fucked by someone so much younger, and thus exciting that he would consent and let him do it. He didn't feel like he had any less authority then, he kept his work duties separate from his intimate life. And getting Uchiha to go with him was a small exception. It had been worth it, though.

Sasuke watched sidelong as Hashirama reached for the bottle of lube and squeezed a generous amount into his palm. He held his breath as the older man made himself comfortable on the bed in front of him, spreading his legs wide. He blushed like a radish, he had never seen these forbidden places on someone else and felt embarrassed to be staring at them like that, but at the same time he couldn't take his eyes off how fascinating it was.

An amused smile still played across Hashirama's face. Sasuke really was still unschooled in this area. So he let him watch and started to get ready himself. He put a pillow under his head and relaxed nicely. He liked the slippery touch of lube, whether on himself or his lover. He teased the nerve ending on his sphincter with the belly of his finger and jerked almost lazily with his other hand.

Sasuke couldn't even pretend to be sovereign and in control. His pupils dilated slightly and his mouth parted a little as he watched, dreamlike, as one of Hashirama's slender fingers entered the puckered hole framed by brown hairs. God, it was so very, very kinky! Only... also terribly animalistic and tempting, in that naughty forbidden way. His cock twitched excitedly, and a drop of desire oozed from the tiny opening.

The older man hissed in arousal as he pleasured himself. After all this time, and Sasuke's startled look, the preparation seemed more exciting than he remembered. He was more focused on himself than the young man, though he did glance up now and then to see what he was doing and his face at it. It looked like he was showing the Uchiha something he never dreamed he would see. "You want to stick it in already? You want to fuck this hole?" He asked perversely.

Sasuke swallowed dryly. If he told anyone that he was watching his class teacher finger his ass right now, and that he was going to fuck him in a little while, they'd probably send him to the loony bin. He himself could hardly believe that Hashirama would let him have that much power over him. "Yes," he groaned absently, rubbing his own privates in his palm several times, their hardness showing just how much he wanted that wet little crevice, "I want it... I want you! I want to fuck you!"

Hashirama gave Sasuke a teasing look. He could see that his student was horny, and before that, he didn't even seem to want to get into a sudden situation. The older man was spreading himself nicely with two fingers so he could easily accommodate the swollen erection. His lower abdomen tingled, and no sooner had he pulled his sticky fingers out than he felt terribly empty. "Then come inside me," he purred panderingly, spreading his legs nicely apart.

Sasuke squatted down between Hashirama's thighs with a quickened breath and, as he'd seen his teacher do before, smeared his engorged cock with lubricating gel. He was about to move in close to the lustful hole before it occurred to him that Hashirama hadn't actually given him permission to do everything. He reached over to the bedside table for a condom so he wouldn't look like he wasn't respecting the principles of safe sex.

"Screw the condom and come inside me," Hashirama uttered excitedly, deducing what the Uchiha was reaching for. By the time he'd gotten ready, he was getting incredibly excited for the sex itself. He wanted so badly to feel a hard cock inside him, fucking him hard. To feel his quick movements, in and out, and then the spray of warm cum.

Sasuke smiled perversely. If that's what Hashirama wanted. He quickly moved back between his teacher's legs and pressed his wet tip against the entrance to paradise. He'd never tried anal sex before, but he couldn't wait to get a good ride into Hashirama. With a bite of his lip, he moved his pelvis and began to slide inside. It worked! The brown-haired man's hole offered him resistance, but not enough to keep him from going in.

The older man rolled his eyes, and relaxed as far down as he could to allow the young man access. He perversely stretched as the lusty stick forced his way in. He hadn't been fucked in a long time, it was obvious. It took much longer to get used to the stretching. He knew full well that he was going to like it, but now it was a little uncomfortable.

Sasuke's nostrils flared slightly, like an exuberant stallion about to buck a mare he'd brought in. He couldn't believe it was so tight! He whimpered with excitement as those hot walls of anus closed around his hard cock as he plunged deeper and deeper. A bead of sweat ran down his scalp and splattered on Hashirama's lower abdomen as he finally slid in all the way to the root.

Hashirama exhaled loudly as he unconsciously held his breath before Sasuke got inside. He was pretty big or he himself was pretty narrow. His lovers certainly wouldn't believe that he would get fucked by a boy ten years his junior. "You like that, huh?" he purred when he saw Sasuke was all over it. There was just nothing like fucking a guy. He purposely clenched his rectum even tighter and laughed mockingly at the moan of Sasuke.

"Ohh, you're so... tight!" The young Uchiha hissed, stroking the class teacher's inner thighs, "Tight and sensual and naughty... I'm surprised they let you teach." His dark eyes bore into those hazel ones piercingly, and Sasuke pulled back a little and snapped back sharply until the older man huffed. He leaned closer over him, locking his lips in his for a moment before moving again, but this time more gently and slowly, savoring the slow massage along the length of his erection.

"If they knew that, they'd definitely use me for something else," Hashirama uttered contentedly, his thighs squeezing Sasuke's hips. He was a little more petite and, more importantly, younger, yet he still craved to be fucked like an animal. "Ahm,... Sasuke, faster," he dictated greedily as the young man still stuck to slow leisurely thrusts.

"If that's what you want," Sasuke purred, bracing his hands on either side of Hashirama's head so he could put more force into it. His thrusts became much more violent, until a loud slapping of skin on skin echoed through the older man's bedroom as Sasuke's groin hit the roundness of the brown-haired teacher's bottom hard with youthful ferocity and energy. Sasuke couldn't help but look at Hashirama with a certain dominance as he looked down on him, fucking him with his cock deep in his ass. He never would have imagined he was fucking him earlier in the evening, but he could tell in his sparkling eyes how much he was enjoying it.

The older man had to wonder in his mind how Sasuke reminded him of a long ago lover. He took him just as voraciously, could fuck him all night long, and each round with him got better and better. He had experience to spare. His student may have been a virgin, but there was something in the way he looked down on him, like a prey, like a sovereign lord actually condescendingly fucking him, that reminded him of him. He moaned softly in his throat. His palm made himself feel good, he was so hard, so hot, he wanted it. He wanted to cum, to experience the feeling of being possessed by someone else. He forced a breathy kiss and pressed the young man more tightly against himself.

Again and again Sasuke rode roughly into that hot, yielding flesh, each thrust making him feel like he might burst out of his skin. Hashirama wasn't made of sugar, he could afford to fuck him much more than he could a girl, he could fuck him wildly, as hard and deep as he liked, and his teacher still liked it! He pounced on him and dropped from the palm he was leaning on to his elbow, while with a grunt his right hand pushed Hashirama's hand away and took up the wanking himself, surprisingly he didn't tear his cock off. "How do you like that?" He rasped through clenched teeth hissing, "you want me to cum in you? Do you want me to make YOU come? Beg me, I want to hear it." For his first time doing this, Sasuke was very easily swept up and taken over by the feeling of domination that was so intoxicating... Especially since he had an older, experienced man beneath him who was only here to make him moan. The feeling was turning him on.

Hashirama groaned with a whimper as Sasuke quickly pulled out and thrust back in. It was unbelievable how Sasuke could transform from a timid virgin to a rampaging tiger who wasn't going to let go of his piece of meat until he'd eaten it. He had to push himself away from the headboard with one hand as the savage fucking moved him towards it. "Agh! I want it," he moaned excitedly, crossing his legs behind the young man, "I want it all-ahm!" Hot sweat beaded all over his body and was seeping into the sheets. After all, the bedding had soaked up many different fluids today. The older man bucked under the young man.

The young Uchiha decided to do a small but mean act and slipped completely out of the horny body, but didn't dive back in. It cost him a lot of self control, he looked down at Hashirama breathlessly through the dark flaming pools, the alpha male's expression showing in their gaze. "I said beg," he reminded his class teacher, and stopped touching him even in his lap, just clasping both wrists behind his head and pressing them against the pillow. He wouldn't have thought he'd ever allow himself to do that to someone, but this situation just encouraged it. "I'm not going to do you without your begging," he threatened, adding weight to his words.

This was getting a little beyond the point where Hashirama was willing to let his student go. "I won't beg," he retorted dryly, though it had a lustful undertone as his body cried out desperately for a hard cock and his unchaste hole clenched tightly. One fact Sasuke had forgotten was that Hashirama had submitted willingly, but the power advantage played in the older man's favor. After a small scuffle, Hashirama rolled over on top of the Uchiha and spread his legs apart to give him a little scare by fucking him. He had to chuckle inwardly as the change in position quickly knocked the young man's top off.

"H-hey!" Sasuke protested, not liking the sudden role reversal at all. Damn, he was just enjoying the superiority... He rebelled against the older man, and was dismayed to find that he couldn't push past him. Hashirama may have been deceiving with his meekness, but he had strength when it came down to it. He squirmed beneath him in displeasure, but still took the teacher's superiority lightly until the brown-haired man spread his cheeks and his cock rubbed in the remnants of his own seed. "Wait, what are you doing?! Stop it!" The young Uchiha hissed, twitching. The dominance drained from his eyes like morning mist, dissolving in a flash of fear.

"What do you think, I'm going to play with you," Hashirama purred honeyedly, pressing the tip lightly against the virgin orifice. It was still slippery until he drove a bit into it. There was a panicked yelp. He shouldn't have scared him, but he wanted to return the over-aggressiveness a little. We all have our limits and Sasuke has to deal with the consequences. Plus, you go to bed with strangers knowing that there may be some surprises. The older man liked the feeling that he had managed to pull the reins on his stallion quite nicely.

Sasuke gasped in shock. At first he hadn't believed that Hashirama really wanted to do this, but now... He had wanted to submit to him when they first started, he really had, he was ready and fingered for it, but not like this. He didn't want it this way! "Let go of me," he urged his class teacher in a voice that tried to suppress the fear in it, "let me go or I'll scream!" He jerked and clenched until Hashirama's face contorted, but it seemed more from pleasure than pain as the ring of clenching muscles squeezed his glans.

"You're welcome to, but when I cum on you," the older man replied, completely illogical given the situation. He let the young man squirm and worry about his ass for a few more seconds before he withdrew. "That's what you get for taking too many liberties," he said by way of explanation, settling himself on the young man's lap. He missed the cock in his ass and wanted it back there as soon as possible. He flicked Sasuke's erection and guided it to the opening. Teasingly, he let it slide in and right back out again. He liked to turn his lover on by prolonging it.

Sasuke let out a surprised yelp as his erection plunged back into the tight heat where it had been raging so unrestrained just a few minutes ago. Hashirama had shocked him over and over again today, but this shock was already more pleasant than the one before, though it was obvious how the display of power by his teacher had cooled Sasuke down a bit. Not that he wasn't hard, but the fire in his eyes wasn't as fierce anymore, on the one hand he was measuring his older lover with perhaps a touch of caution.

Hashirama mentally bragged about how he had cooled the young man down nicely. He could see very well that he had grounded him pretty well. He teased himself and his lover with delays for a moment longer before he fully settled into hard manhood. It was almost as if he had impaled himself on something really sharp. With his eyes glazed over, he ran his hand contentedly over his lower abdomen. He had it tucked away nicely inside there to bring him pleasure and delight. His thigh muscles tensed as he brought his body up a little and lowered it down onto Sasuke's spear with a plop.

The black-haired youth closed his eyes and softly hissed with pleasure. He had tried this position a few times with girls, but with Hashirama it was just as good, maybe better as his ass was tighter. He watched his teacher's actions eagerly, biting his lip as Hashirama set a regular, fast pace with which he mounted his dick and willingly accepted it into himself. He ducked his head and groaned, his hands automatically going up the older man's thighs, stroking them until they found a better job in his aroused lap.

The older man moaned contentedly, taking in the hot arousal and shamelessly enjoying it. The view of Uchiha was perfect. Eyes closed under the rush of pleasure, he bit his lip lightly whenever he thrust faster, his arms bringing pleasurable sensations. He leaned in until his long brown hair must have been tickling his chest, and took a fierce, passionate kiss.

Sasuke feverishly flicked his tongue against Hashirama's tongue, kissing his lover deeply and moving his pelvis into him as the brown-haired man rutted on him. His lap tingled hotly and his heart beat a wild rhythm like a war drum. He moaned muffledly into Hashirama's lips, his need growing. "Already... already - aaah! Already I am!" He wailed, his face contorted almost painfully.

Hashirama lunged for the young man's hand, resting his palm next to his body. The fingers of hot lava clutched his lower abdomen almost violently, and yet it felt like pleasure. "Cum," the older man grunted, his voice laced with arousal, "cum in me. I want all your milk." He sat heavily on the Uchiha's lap and clenched every muscle inside. By then, the thunderous pounding on the wall had resumed.

Sasuke screamed perhaps even louder than before, oblivious to the irritated neighbor, and the fingers of one hand dug into Hashirama's thigh while the other palm squeezed his cock hard. His balls were drawn to his body as he released a stream of whitish semen into his teacher. This was the first time in his life he had climaxed into another person without a condom, and it was amazing! He enjoyed every second in a delicious orgasmic spasm before his body finally relaxed.

The brown-haired man braced his palms against the young man's thighs, and a strong thrill of excitement ran through his body as he felt the warmth spreading through him. He groaned throatily, coating Sasuke's body and hand in several doses. With his eyes closed, he savored the climax of the erotic union of two bodies. His student had just squirted it into him. The sensation was so strangely naughty it made his stomach tickle.

The two men breathed rapidly for some time, each enjoying the fading orgasm in his own way. Sasuke was in seventh heaven and opened his blissfully closed eyes only when Hashirama lifted up and his softening sticky manhood slipped out of his teacher's fucked ass with a regretful plop. Then, as the older man collapsed onto the bed beside him, Sasuke smiled at the way the bed creaked. They'd had a good run then, hopefully Hashirama wouldn't have to explain it to the jerk next door.

Hashirama lay relaxed and unmoving. He was as comfortable as he had not been in a long time. His ass was starting to hurt a little from being poked by something he wasn't used to, but the positives of the whole event outweighed that. He let out a contented sigh and snuggled into Sasuke. He was just as hot as he was and looked content. Who wouldn't be after such a good fuck too. "I think I've had enough for today. How about you? Satisfied? How did you like your first time with a guy like that?"

Sasuke didn't have to think long about the answer. "It was... fantastic," he breathed out in relief, brushing a lock of black sweaty hair back from his forehead. There were still pleasant tingles running up and down his body, and a slight tingle in his balls at the powerful climax he had just experienced. He lazily let his teacher hug him and now and then kiss him on the shoulder - in return he stroked his body, his arm, his ribs and his hips. "What kind of a guy is that next door, anyway, who keeps banging on that wall? Some pensioner or maybe a grumpy neighbour?" He inquired with only half-serious interest. Personally, he was glad that for the time being he lived in a family house and his neighbours were more than a few metres away in the garden, so they didn't have the opportunity to complain about the noise too often.

"Oh, no one important," Hashirama chuckled as the image of his grumpy neighbor flashed into his mind. "He's a little grumpier than usual sometimes. He does have a bed behind the wall." Sometimes he had an outburst with him in the hallway about the noise, but a few drinks always fixed it. One must be able to get along with one's neighbours. And he was the non-confrontational type, so he could keep the others nicely entertained.

"Really, yeah? I kinda feel sorry for him if you fuck as often and as intensely as you did today," the young Uchiha chuckled, stretching out in Hashirama's arms. "Do I have any more tutoring scheduled, teacher?" He purred, fixing his large dark eyes on the brown-haired man, "or can I go get cleaned up?" Not only was he sticky from all sorts of bodily fluids after the wild sex, but he was also quite hungry, which, by the way, was immediately evident by the growling of his stomach that told him he had needs other than reproductive.

"That's enough for today. Lessons must be dispensed gradually," Hashirama replied as he glanced at the alarm clock by his bed, it was well past midnight and he was just about ready to sleep. Sex was always the best way to fall asleep. "You can go do whatever you want," he urged the young man, taking advantage of his apartment's offerings according to his needs and desires. He burrowed himself into the sheets like a bark beetle under a bark.

Sasuke scrambled out of the bed. His first steps led to the bathroom, where he took another quick hot shower to wash off the splatter of Hashirama's cum, then wondered if he should get dressed again. Hmm, somehow he hadn't thought of that, he hadn't brought anything to sleep in as he was out of his mind about going to do naughty things with his teacher. He didn't want to sleep fully clothed, but naked... not really either. He finally solved it by just pulling on his boxers and going to the kitchen to satisfy other basic needs. Bread and butter and a slice of cheese seemed ideal. He visited the bathroom again to brush his teeth, then returned to bed around 1am.

Hashirama, meanwhile, was deciding whether to follow Sasuke into the shower, but since the duvet was so nice. Admittedly, he needed a bath. His hands were all over the place tonight, he didn't want to... but he should... before he could make a proper decision and overexert himself, blissful sleep came for him. It put a slight smile on his face as he squeezed the covers to him like it was a living person.

When the young Uchiha returned to his bunk, his teacher was already snoring hard. He staggered over to the other half of his bed and stole a piece of blanket for himself, though he had to pry it from Hashirama's fingers first. Even that didn't wake him up. He settled blissfully into the stranger's bed and closed his eyes. He was so full of intense new impressions that he was convinced he wouldn't sleep all night, but strangely enough, he fell into a blissful slumber after only a few minutes.

The older man slept comfortably all night, and even found his way to the other warm body that occupied his bed. He blissfully curled up against it and moaned contentedly. He hadn't experienced such contented dreaming in a long time. It was as if he had been floating on a cloud all night. In the morning he didn't feel like getting out of bed and was blissfully lying in the covers until at least eight o'clock. His student looked like he'd be asleep until at least noon. He let him sleep peacefully and took a hot morning shower himself. He thought back to the wild night, and as he ran his hand over yesterday's fucked hole, he longed violently to feel Sasuke's cock in him once more. His mucous membranes were a little chafed, but he could take one more. Fortified by his breakfast, he returned to the bed and kissed the young man's ear and set neck, trying to wake him up.

Sasuke shooed his teacher away with a grunt, he wasn't used to being woken up on a Sunday morning, but Hashirama was very insistent and very horny. He had barely opened his eyes before the older man was occupying his mouth and Sasuke couldn't help but join in the animalistic play immediately upon waking. Not that he was complaining that much, his class teacher made him scream in bliss when he let him take him again and stretch his ass. For breakfast, he got a dose of warm milk straight down his throat, but not to jinx Hashirama, he also made him a normal breakfast after the sex play. Then, when he left the apartment building, satisfied and pleasantly finished in every way, he came face to face with that surly neighbor who had been banging on their wall in the apartment building's hallway, much to his dismay. "Uh... g-good morning, Principal," he chirped cutely.

Raikage had just gone to the store to shop when he heard the click of a lock from the next door. He deliberately waited outside the door to check on Hashirama's lover, with whom he had been on a rampage all night and morning. He hated his private visits, they were always loud and still laughed at him from behind the wall for complaining. When he returned, he would go to his subordinate to scold him. He was surprised to recognize his own student, whom he had had in the principal's office this week because of broken glass. This was... um, rather unexpected. "I can see your parents need to know about more things than a broken window. Like disturbing the peace by screwing with the class teacher!" he demanded of the young man.

Sasuke was almost as hot as when he fucked Hashirama, but this was much, much more uncomfortable. Blood pooled in his face and his insides tightened with anguish like snakes. "Y-you can't... you can't do that, Principal," he stammered, but his voice didn't sound nearly as sure as his words, "I mean... I'm an adult and... um... it's none of my parents' business who I do what with... in bed. And neither is it yours if I do it outside of school...?" He wasn't really sure about that, though. Did Raikage's powers extend that far? Still, Hashirama was his employee and he was a student at his school. Teacher-student relationships, even if of age, were certainly strictly forbidden. Embarrassed, he shaved and looked pleadingly up at the fair-haired man.

"If you're in high school, yes. When you're in the workforce, the unemployment office, or college, you can do whatever you want there, but high school is different. Now go home before I change my mind," Raikage waved toward the stairwell and watched as the young Uchiha disappeared down the stairwell as if he had poked him in the butt with a ruler. Somehow, he was walking too fresh for being fucked, then. From Hashirama's apartment, his lovers usually crawled contentedly.

It was only outside the apartment building that Sasuke wiped imaginary sweat from his forehead. Ugh, if he'd known that, he would have stuffed a gag in his mouth yesterday rather than screaming so loudly in pleasure. Couldn't Hashirama have warned him?! The bastard's gonna tell him no one important! It's a good thing the headmaster really didn't want to call anyone... he'd be in a lot more trouble than one broken window, his father would really flay him for that. With his hands in his pockets and full of impressions, he headed for the tram, he'd still manage to sleep the hour or two from the night he spent rather more with fucking.

Chapter Text

Sasuke was already expected home for lunch. Mikoto had sort of figured that since he was in town with his friends on Friday, he might be early after his Saturday night at Naruto's. Only it was already eleven o'clock and her younger son was still nowhere to be found. She was a little nervous that he wasn't home yet, and she didn't want to call him, lest she look like she was still checking up on him again. He was an adult now, but he was still her son and she loved him more than anything. A nagging nervous feeling settled in the pit of her stomach, and she kept wandering from the kitchen to the living room window so she could see if he was coming up the street. She was all jittery, to the point when even Itachi noticed something was wrong. When she would have preferred to have her two colts home all the time, only Itachi had escaped into the world and now he didn't want to be home under his mother's protective wings. She understood him, but she was still very sorry. Had he changed in part since he'd left, or was it just that he'd grown up and learned independence?

Sasuke arrived home in high spirits. He'd had a really good night and a perfect morning, except for the Raikage part. He kicked off his shoes with an economical foot-to-foot motion right in the hallway and hallooed informatively, "I'm home!"
The pleasant smell of roasting meat, onions, and some soup was already wafting from the kitchen, and though it hadn't been that long since he'd eaten breakfast, his saliva began to pool right away. His mother rushed to meet him shortly afterwards, and you could see how relieved she was. He thought it was a bit over the top, after all, he was already eighteen, but he didn't comment on it and allowed himself to be hugged. His older brother, who was already present as well, emerged right behind the dark-haired woman.
"Yum, it smells good in here, what are we having for lunch?" He wondered after the greeting, "I was going to go lie down for a while, but I think I'll change my mind."

"I made the roast chicken with tomato puree you like so much," Mikoto said, relieved to have her son home. She was always a little nervous when he went somewhere or dated someone. While she had talked to him about girls and protection from conception and knew he was reasonable, she still sometimes felt like he wasn't paying enough attention. Itachi was different at his age, so calm and reasonable. But she couldn't say that either son was better or worse. They both had their downsides and upsides, and she loved them both for who they were. Though lately, she had a feeling with Itachi that he was mouthing off and something was bothering him.

"That's great, Mom!" The youngest Uchiha cheered, already looking forward to the delicious meal. "I'll be right over, I'll just change," he promised, slipping past Mikoto and Itachi and up the stairs to his room. This really was a most successful weekend, and it wasn't even over yet. He'd hung out with his friends in town on Friday, had an exceptional Saturday night and night of sex play with his teacher, and now a good Sunday lunch. What more could he ask for?
He was just shedding his clothes to throw the dirty laundry into the bathroom and find some sweatpants to wear home when there was a knock on his door. "Come in!" He called carelessly.

"I was going to ask if I could borrow..." the rest of the sentence caught in Itachi's throat as he saw the nasty love stamps on his beloved brother and that he had plenty of them! He had wanted to catch him changing under the false pretense of wanting to borrow a book, and now he wasn't sure if he'd better forgive himself. "Sasuke, you haven't been to Naruto's?" He asked, pointing to the red blotches all over the young man's body. They were all over his neck, chest, and lower abdomen! Bile welled up in Itachi and a fierce jealousy rose up at whoever might have touched his little brother.

"Why do you think I wasn't..." suggested Sasuke in surprise, but he paused when his older brother pointed at the hickeys. "...At Naruto's?" He added belatedly, a wry smile playing on his face as a good joke occurred to him, "of course I was. It was a great night, I'm just so tired right now." He wondered what Itachi would say to that, he was sure he would think he was sleeping with his best friend. After all, he confided in him last week that he'd already tried it with a guy, haha. He watched his brother's reaction closely, he almost looked like he'd been struck by lightning.

He thought so! Itachi had suspected the blond in class, but he didn't want to believe it, or rather admit it. He stood there like a pillar of salt, the desire to go and strangle Sasuke's lover immediately warring with the regret that someone else had taken him for himself. "Why him?" He asked, unable to control his voice from carrying regret.

"He's my best friend, who else would be more appropriate?" Sasuke argued logically, but his brother looked strange, as if he was really taken by it. Could it be because he had known Naruto for so long? They had been friends since kindergarten, maybe he wouldn't have expected him to. "Itachi," he laughed out loud, pulling his black pants on, "did you really believed me?"

"I had reason not to believe you?" Itachi replied crossly. His little brother laughed merrily, and a heavy accusation may have fallen from Naruto, but it was clear that his sibling was in bed with someone and they were properly enjoying themselves. "If you weren't with him, who were you with?" He wondered masochistically. He needed to... he wanted to know, who his beloved had shared his bed with, with whom he'd cheated on him even though they weren't dating. In his mind, however, they were inextricably linked.

Sasuke's expression was mysterious. There was no point in pretending he had just been chatting with his best friend the night before. "Let's just say I've... paid off a certain debt," he stated with an amused twinkle in his eyes, slapping himself down on the bed before gazing dreamily at the ceiling, "one always has to broaden his experience, right? Itachi, I'll tell you one thing. There's really nothing like being with someone older for a while... more experienced, who can teach you so much."

Itachi felt the anger pass over him and transform into an icy fist that pounded his stomach. His brother looked so... content. Someone had probably shown him the beauty and delights of intercourse between two lovers, and he... he wanted to be the one to teach him everything. Who would show him the pleasures of such a relationship. "So you... had sex with him?" He asked weakly. If his little brother had a crush on him... He was always wary of mentions with his peers, but in the end, he wasn't going to get blown off by a girl or a boy, but by some guy who just wanted to take his little brother for a fuck, but would feed him pretty words about how much he loved him to keep him around.

Sasuke stretched pleasurably and fixed his dark eyes on Itachi in an eloquent stare. He was a little hesitant to put it into words, because even though he knew his older brother had experimented with men himself, he still wasn't sure how he would feel about it, especially with the look on his face. In the end, though, he figured it was his business, even if Itachi disagreed, and he didn't have to hide it from him. "Yes," he confirmed then, with a mischievous grin, the memory of Hashirama's ass making his lower belly twitch with pleasure even now, "don't look so disapproving, Itachi, I've had years to do it, and besides, you've done it too, haven't you?"

"I know, but I imagined it a little differently," Itachi replied, continuing to keep his brother from asking what he meant. "And where did you meet him? Friday, at the bar?" He tried to pry. He imagined how much his little brother must have enjoyed it when some guy fucked him. He must have enjoyed it to the max, since he looked so pleased now.

"No, there wasn't much to choose from," Sasuke snorted, glancing back at the door as if to make sure no one was listening in behind it. He was so full of impressions and needed someone to share them with. Itachi was the best choice after all. "But... you're not going to tell anyone?" He lowered his voice confidentially, and when Itachi nodded, he begrudgingly told him his secret, "I was... with a teacher. You don't know him, but he's really good in bed." He didn't want to reveal Hashirama's name as Itachi sat in the office with him, but he had to show off his forbidden fruit.

A teacher? Itachi's first thought was that it was someone from their school, but it didn't have to be either. Maybe his little brother had been browsing dating sites and gotten himself picked up on some site by a creepy teacher who had a crush on young school-aged boys. That's disgusting! He wanted to say he'd never sleep with his student, but he'd let such a lie out of his mouth. "Um, and was it a one-off?" Say it was, he pleaded in his mind.

Sasuke had to think about that. Their deal with Hashirama was one night and nothing more. On his way out, his class teacher wasn't suggesting another date either... and even if he did, would he agree? He'd hate to end up someone's sex toy, even though he was enjoying himself with the brown-haired man. "I don't know," he said truthfully, rolling over onto his stomach, "I guess it'll depend on how the situation plays out. Let's just say we'll still be seeing each other, but if it's that intimate..." Sasuke shrugged. He'll definitely see him at school.

Sasuke's words didn't reassure his older brother much. Would he be seeing him other than intimately? With that, his little brother indirectly confirmed that he was HIS teacher, but now it mattered which one, there were not a few at school and Sasuke went to floorball practice. Maybe it was the coach. He'd definitely go shower with the boys so he could ogle them and then take his brother for himself. "Would you like to?"

"Maybe." The younger Uchiha's expression was as vague as he himself felt. Then he grinned at his brother, "Itachi, you're handling this more than I am. I'll give it a free pass, I don't know if I want to get attached to someone that much older, but just having sex with him... hmm, we'll see. Depends on how he acts. Shouldn't you be asking how it was and how many times we did it?" He patted the bed next to him.

"How was it and how many times did you do it?" The long-haired young man asked, taking a seat next to his sibling. He was stupid, he should have picked up and left a long time ago, instead here he was trying to find out information that should have made him a complete mess. It was just that when he was afraid that his brother would simply be taken from him by someone else, and he didn't have the courage to confess. He'd wanted to once before, only to be interrupted and unable to bring himself to do it a second time. He put his palm on his brother's hand, which was on the bed. Those arms had been around someone else yesterday, he thought bitterly.

"It was totally awesome," Sasuke gushed, intertwining his fingers with Itachi's guilelessly. His hands felt so nice and warm and smooth. He remembered how he always felt safe when his brother held his hand... it hadn't changed. "We've basically done it five times, in all different ways. Hand, oral... well, THAT too. He really knows how to do it. I had no idea what places in my body could be teased..." He blushed a little. Well, he probably doesn't need to go into that much detail. But that prostate massage was simply unearthly, he must try that again!

Itachi felt his little brother's every word stabbing into his chest, hurting his tender, fragile love for him. He squeezed Sasuke's hand harder. He suffered like a beaten dog, yet he loved his master. How could he give himself to any other? He was so sorry that he would not be the one to teach him all the thrills and pleasures of bed. Not show him how sensual and beautiful it could be with someone you loved. "Pleasure between men can be sparked in different places, in different ways." His tongue itched to say he'd happily show him now.

"Yeah," Sasuke nodded as if he knew something about it, even though it was only yesterday that he'd gotten to the next level of guy-to-guy relationships. He moved closer to his brother and rested his head on his knee, it was more comfortable than a pillow. He looked up into his brooding face. Why on earth was he so sad? He looked like he'd been stabbed through the heart with a hot stake instead of rejoicing in a new experience. He reached out and gently touched Itachi's cheek. He was clean-shaven and smelled good. "Itachi," he whispered, his black eyes looking into the others, "are you all right?"

The older Uchiha knew that the best course of action would be to confess to Sasuke the feelings that filled him. He opened his mouth with a deep breath... but then closed it again. Instead, he ran his fingers through his brother's hair and gently rested his head in the palm that caressed his cheek. It felt so good to be with him, and yet he would have loved to press a kiss into Sasuke's palm, into his hair, on his lips... only he couldn't, could he hurt him with his sick love? "I... you know, the last time we talked about me being interested in someone, so... it looks like he already dates someone."

The smile disappeared from Sasuke's face. That's why! Wow, this is really embarrassing. Here he is confiding in his brother about his excellent evening for two while some dumbass preferred someone over Itachi. It must have hurt and he must have rubbed salt in his wound. "Brother, I'm so sorry," he huffed, rising to his knees so he could hug the long-haired Uchiha tightly, "that guy has no idea what he's missing, if he has anyone anymore. There's no one who can be a better partner than you." And he meant that very seriously. Itachi was unusually perceptive, sensitive, and selfless for a man. Plus, he cooked and was no stranger to housework. Could anyone ask for more?

Itachi blinked in surprise that Sasuke had guessed it was a boy. It didn't particularly matter, though. He still didn't know the main thing anyway. He let himself be hugged, holding his brother close himself. He warmed him like a stove, and he smelled so fantastic that he had a horrible urge to bury his nose in his hair and take a big breath. He would have loved to stay in this hug until the end of time, but that was when Mikoto called from below that they were to go downstairs to have lunch.

With a sigh, Sasuke let go of Itachi, though he still remained measuring him at arm's length, his deep eyes boring into his brother's. "Why don't you and I go out next weekend, Itachi?" He suggested with a wink, "We'll go to a bar somewhere and I promise you'll forget about your dude. How about that?" Surely there'd be some pleasant acquaintances for the older Uchiha. "And even if not, at least we'll have a drink together, talk..." Mikoto's second call echoed through the house.

"We could do that," Itachi nodded, quickly pushing away the sense of satisfaction that if he went to hang out with his brother in the city, his teacher wouldn't be able to enjoy the time with him... only there were six more days to abuse. "Now let's go downstairs or mom will come get us herself," he winked at his brother in feigned relief. Thoughts of the unknown guy who'd taken his little brother before he had were still gnawing at his mind.

***

The brown-haired teacher had been in high spirits since the morning. He was in his office pouring a cup of morning coffee when Itachi walked in. "Good morning!" He greeted his colleague brightly, his smile even wider than usual today, "so, ready for my beasts?" He remembered that Itachi had two classes in his class on Monday, math and biology. He was jealous, at least he could see the black-haired cat, he wouldn't be getting his own until tomorrow... unless he came to see him at break time, after all, as the class teacher, he had to check for order during breaks, right?

Itachi wasn't in his best mood. He had spent last night at home wondering who the mysterious teacher could have been. He hadn't figured anything out, it just gave him a headache. And in the morning, he felt like he'd gotten up with his left foot or his butt first, depending on who was used to saying what. He put his backpack down and hung his black autumn coat on the coat rack. Despite his grumpiness, he noticed that Hashirama was shining like the sun. "I'll be fine with them after coffee, and what about you, looks like you won a million this morning."

"Oh, don't be so materialistic," Hashirama grinned, preparing a second cup to make coffee for the long-haired Uchiha, "I had a wonderful weekend, but it had nothing to do with money. Let's just say I had one of the best nights spent with two." He winked at the younger teacher shyly and poured milk into his coffee. He sweetened it with one spoonful for Itachi, knowing his colleague had a sweet tooth. He brought his cup to his desk and made himself comfortable in his chair. He had his notes ready, and there were twenty minutes until class started.

The long-haired Uchiha grinned to himself. Sasuke had that too. Oh yeah, everyone was enjoying themselves and he was grumbling at home in depression. "And what did you catch? Some woodland fairy?" He asked, seeing that his mate was willing to confide in him. His eyes lit up completely, too. He picked up the mug and warmed his cold hands against it.

"You wouldn't believe it," laughed Hashirama. The secret burned on his tongue, but he knew full well he shouldn't brag about it to Itachi. After all, he was Sasuke's older brother, he could give him a solid beating too for fucking up his little brother. But... he just needed to share! "You're not going to tell anyone what I'm about to tell you?" He assured himself mysteriously. When the long-haired man nodded in confusion, he dreamily stated, "I... slept with one of my students. You don't know him at all, but he was... fantastic. Beautiful and immaculate, like a little piece of paradise."

Itachi's chin dropped solidly on the table. It was a wonder it hadn't been heard. Hashirama had just confessed to several things. First, the minor offense was that he'd gone to bed with a boy, a man... he supposed, according to his stories, he was more into women, and second, the much worse realization... His mate was the bastard who'd fucked his brother! If his little brother hadn't confessed to him, he would never have known, but this way, as they both confessed to him, it connected beautifully. The long-haired Uchiha was so derailed that he just stared at the other man furiously as if frozen in time.

"I know it's basically illegal, but... trust me, the boy was already eighteen," Hashirama added hurriedly, lest Itachi think of him as some kind of pedophile, perhaps to start something with the junior boys, "and he agreed to it." He'd more than agreed, he'd been bold and so youthfully wild... even now his lower belly still tingled occasionally when he thought back to that passionate night and racy morning. "God, Itachi, if you could see him," he gushed, his eyes sparkling, "he's as fresh and beautiful as an unfurled bud, but he can get so hot! He sucked me off so hard I thought I'd melt with bliss, and that ass of his..." He bit his lip. He'll get it next time!

The black-haired young teacher clasped his hands around the mug, wondering if he would crush it. Hashirama was brazenly telling him about how he had fucked his little brother! Isn't he ashamed to tell him about it since he's his brother? Maybe he thinks his not-knowing is protecting him , but he knows... everything. Bile swelled inside him as the disgusting pig who had been soaking his dick in his little brother's ass started talking about his tightness, experiences, and all sorts of things here. He, who loved his brother with all his heart and dared to touch him with his sacredness, whereas someone didn't hesitate to take advantage of the situation to fuck a student. He was utterly disgusted and felt a violent urge to pour hot coffee on Hashirama's head and smash his face into a bloody pulp on the table top. The realization that he was actually going to do it gave him a moment's pause and allowed common sense to flash through him. He stood up so fast the chair rolled away and hit the wall. He fried his colleague with the most disgusted look he could produce to hide the venomous hatred seething beneath. With a slam of the door, he stepped out into the hallway until students outside looked around in alarm at what was happening.

Hashirama blinked in surprise. What had gotten into him? Had he really stirred up that much disgust in him? With what? A homosexual relationship? Or the fact that it was with a student? He supposed Itachi in particular was pretty tolerant, or so he seemed, most young people these days didn't condemn relationships with men so much... Hmm, maybe he shouldn't have gone into such detail, he could have kept that to himself. But he was so brimming with impressions that he had to confide in someone, and he and Itachi had a good relationship so far. Or maybe he'd just underestimated his sense of adherence to a moral code that forbade sex with students on principle. Either way, it was a good thing the long-haired Uchiha didn't know who the student was, or he'd probably challenge him to a knife fight.
The brown-haired man chuckled at the thought and calmly finished his coffee. He hoped his younger colleague would get over it, he'd hate to be passed around like two mummies in the office from now on. He'd let him absorb the secret and see. He wasn't worried about Itachi ratting him out to Raikage, he wasn't a backstabber. And even if he was... hmm, the headmaster probably knew about it anyway.

Itachi desperately needed to air out any murderous thoughts. He flew into the school garden like an arrow and strode briskly back and forth along the path. He's going to kill him... kill him! He knows it's not allowed, and yet he slept with Sasuke! Itachi felt like punching something preferably Hashirama's face. How he was still laughing. He looked like a fed pig who had the best pomejes poured into the trough! He hated him, imagining what the two of them were doing together... everything he'd ever wanted with all his heart. He wanted to shower his brother with his love, tenderness and devotion. But someone kept getting in his way. If he hadn't interrupted them then, he would have confessed to his little brother and this might not have happened at all, but Hashi had cut his thread then and he couldn't reestablish it. He heard the ringing, yet he was unable to calm down. The cold air outside cooled his hot head only slowly. After a good half hour, he was able to return to the quiet school and get his materials for the next class.

Sasuke's class was on its feet. Kiba, Gaara, and Sai were tossing around an improvised paper ball - they were afraid to bring a real one into class after the broken window incident - Shikamaru was snoring on his desk, the girls were chattering in circles and groups, Sasuke was sitting on his desk talking to Naruto, and the whole room was buzzing like a beehive. Itachi hadn't arrived for class, a good half of math had already gone, and yet his older brother was still nowhere to be found. Not that either of them were complaining. In fact, in cases like this, the class duty was to report the situation to the vice principal or someone in the administration, but rarely did anyone actually do that, they'd be up against themselves.
Sasuke did wonder where Itachi had been, after all he was always so punctual and meticulous about following the rules, but he wasn't worried about him. After all, he'd seen him yesterday and he was fine, except for the aching heart, only you don't die of that and he certainly wouldn't miss work because of it. He's probably dealing with the principal or on an important call.

Itachi walked into the classroom like a disaster. He slammed the door harder until everyone jumped up and hurriedly moved to their seats. The elder Uchiha sat behind the desk, his every movement showing that something was wrong and he was obviously very angry. He couldn't help but search his little brother's eyes and give him an accusing look. "Sasuke, to the blackboard, I'm going to test you on the material from last class," he ordered without a word of apology or explanation for being late.

"What?" Sasuke blinked in shock. Not only did Itachi not give any indication of what was wrong with him, but he was just going to test him out of the blue! And for a new material? No one, not even Ibiki, the dreaded physicist and the school's biggest scarecrow, tested out of a material that hadn't been memorized and practiced. What the hell was his older brother doing?! Just yesterday they were hugging and planning a trip to the bar together and today... "But we haven't even discussed it properly yet..." he defended himself with a frown.

"What was covered in the last class has to be mastered by now," Itachi replied in the same tone as Sasuke, "I've explained it sufficiently and you should know it." He waited until Sasuke reached the blackboard and dictated a deliberately complicated example for him to work up a good sweat before calculating it. That is what he gets for drinking and fucking with his teacher on the weekend instead of studying.

Sasuke had tried, but they really had only done this briefly with Itachi, and he'd shown them a few examples with the understanding that they'd get a lot more practice in later classes, not to mention the fact that he hadn't even opened math on the weekend, of course. He scribbled, rewrote and crumbled chalk, but for the life of him he couldn't get any results. If he didn't know the steps properly, he just didn't stand a chance.

"So, an F," the black-haired teacher rated Sasuke's performance a little vindictively. "Maybe you should do a little studying this weekend instead of partying." He opened his notebook and wrote a small F in it. He would rather need to punish Hashirama, but he hadn't figured out any suitable way to do that with him yet. For now, he felt like going and smashing his head in with a binder or a coffee mug.

Sasuke blushed with both anger and humiliation as several of his classmates laughed viciously at Itachi's remark. He didn't understand what had gotten into his brother again, to ride him like that. If he got off on the wrong foot today, why was he taking it out on him? He gave the long-haired teacher a disgusted look and dusted his hands off the chalk. "Fuck you," he muttered between his teeth and strode back to his desk, head held high.

"Sasuke, cut yourself some slack so I don't have to tell your class teacher," Itachi spat the word hatefully, "or our father that you've been rude," he growled back at his brother. He snapped his notebook shut and met his sibling's eyes. He was a little sorry that he had been mean to his brother, but Hashirama made him as angry as anyone had not in a long time. Even now he felt like going to go slam him, and then he'd tell other people they shouldn't have been taken in for a nice word. Was it so hard to see through his undying love?

The younger Uchiha gave Itachi a sour look, and a lot of nasty things were on his tongue, but he had the good sense to hold back rather. Instead, he just snorted disdainfully and shook his head in defiance.
The class jerked from one Uchiha to the next in puzzlement, and in contrast to the lively conversation just a few minutes ago, now everyone was as silent as a fish. They had never seen the young teacher in this mood before, and none of them wanted to be his next victim after Sasuke. What could have happened between them...?

Itachi ignored the mood in the classroom and opened the folders with the textbooks. He didn't test anyone else and set about reviewing the material as he had announced last class. As he concentrated and counted on the board, he calmed down a bit and began to breathe more freely. He had been foolish, he realized towards the end of class. Sasuke would never love him and he was just swirling murky waters. His brother would find another boyfriend or girlfriend and be with her or him until the end of time... and he would die alone and lonely, with love and pain mingling in his heart. He found himself staring at the spaced out example on the board for what must have been a good while when the bell rang for the break.

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Sasuke wondered if he should go and talk to Itachi or punch him in the teeth, both were tempting. In the end though, he did neither and hoped that by biology time his brother would be more normal.
The second class passed in an uncomfortable tension, everyone could see that their black-haired teacher was upset, but no one wanted to call his wrath down on them. Sasuke was already fed up from the previous confrontation and made up his mind that he wasn't going anywhere with Itachi this weekend. No way, with him being so moody.
Hashirama's relationship with Itachi had cooled incredibly, and the brown-haired teacher was doing his best to maintain at least some sort of conversation, but the young Uchiha was looking at him so... so angrily, like he wanted to fry him with a look. Had he figured out that he'd had sex with his little brother? Did Sasuke tell him about it? But why didn't he say he knew? He was all confused about the whole thing, and their office had been such a nasty mess all week that he preferred to spend his breaks in the conference room.

Kisame had called Itachi an idiot at the apartment when he found out what had happened. He too noticed that his friend was a greasy non-salty and answered any question with a frown. He finally got him to tell him. He advised him that he should immediately, but really with emphasis on immediately, race to his brother and tell him the truth. For now, he still has a chance before they start dating with Hashirama, but by then it might be too late and would only slightly ripple the relational waves if the sibling was tied to someone in a strong relationship. As always, it seemed to have no effect, but he trusted that the seed had been watered a little and would grow again.
Itachi himself was tossed about in his feelings as if he was riding the wild waves of the ocean. One up and one down. Sometimes he wasn't sure what he was feeling anymore... but the look on Hashirama's face reassured him that everything was real and true. The man in front of him had slept with his little brother and shamefully taken what he had wanted to beg and servilely asked for. Every day Kisame bombarded him with the question of whether he had told Sasuke yet, only he couldn't tell him anything under such circumstances and atmosphere. And he tried to be nice on Sundays, yet Sasuke didn't have much sympathy for him.

The youngest Uchiha could see that Itachi wasn't much to talk to, but this time he showed no inclination to inquire about what had happened to him. In fact, he'd been riding him pretty hard in class. He couldn't test him every class, but he kept dropping hints and provocations, some of which he didn't even understand and the class clearly didn't either. He stopped dealing with it and by force of will always kept his mouth shut.
Itachi wasn't the only Uchiha Hashirama had on his mind. Thoughts of the younger of the brothers were much more pleasant, haunting him in erotic dreams and sometimes in daydreams, especially when he caught glimpses of the young man during class. They acted neutral around each other in front of everyone, but inside him it always boiled over whenever he leaned in close to Sasuke or smelled his scent. He wanted a repeat of Saturday night so badly, and he hoped the black-haired man wouldn't mind if he offered. This time he'd convince him to submit, he wanted to fuck that sexy ass so badly!
But the opportunity to talk to Sasuke didn't present itself, he had to create it. After one economics lesson, he asked the young man to come with him to the cabinet, he had something to sort out about his attendance. In reality, however, he had dragged him into the deserted corridor leading to the warehouse.

The brown-haired teacher leaned against the wall next to the young man's head and rested his seductive gaze on him. "I have something I'd like to sort out about attendance other than school," he purred as he stroked Sasuke's cheek and leaned in closer to him, allowing him to feel and sense the erotic aura he was incredibly attracted to. "How would you feel about home tutoring in economics?"

Sasuke honestly suspected that it would be something like this, knowing full well that his attendance record was fine, it was just an excuse. He let himself be touched and mentally chuckled at the lust in Hashirama's eyes. "Mmm, that's a tempting offer," he uttered in a deliberately innocent voice, running one finger over the fabric of the teacher's shirt on his chest, "and what would be covered in this tutoring session?"

"I'd definitely be up for a review of the lessons from last time. We haven't practiced it properly yet," Hashirama whispered in the young man's ear. He would have loved to kiss him on the lips, but he would only allow that at school behind closed doors. "I'd especially like to practice the tongue work. Surely you understand that with good language skills you can get anywhere," he purred like a horny pigeon at the poor little dove.

"Yes, there is definitely room for improvement in oral methods. Practice makes perfect," Sasuke agreed, swallowing dryly as a thrill ran down his back, like it always did when someone tickled his erogenous zone with hot breath, "as for the rest-" Hashirama didn't get to hear Sasuke's reply, as they were interrupted by the hurried sound of approaching footsteps. His class teacher pulled away from him, but he wasn't sure if fast enough for the newcomer to notice anything.

An elderly Uchiha was just rushing past in the corridor, and would have crossed the other corridor's passageway as if it was nothing if he hadn't been attracted by a strangely larger figure than the other. He was used to the occasional couple kissing, but today he caught someone else here entirely. He headed towards them with a frown. He was sure it wasn't any sort of educational scolding, but regular wooing. Hashirama pressed up against him, wonderingly not rubbing against his little brother with that nasty lap of his. "What are you doing here?" He asked with a clear undertone of distaste.

Hashirama had to admit that a stupider coincidence couldn't have happened to them. What were the chances that Itachi of all people would surprise them in this corridor? The young Uchiha already had a grudge against him, let alone if he found out he was molesting his little brother. "Um... well, we're having a bit of an economics consultation," he rushed out some excuse. That was it, wasn't it? A supply and demand consultation. He was demanding Sasuke's handsome body and offering him certain services in return.
The younger Uchiha shifted awkwardly, and when Itachi's eyes fell on him, he averted his gaze. His brother had been acting strange lately and he didn't want to be seen through. He couldn't help blushing hard enough. They really shouldn't be doing anything with Hashirama at school with so many prying eyes around.

"Of course," Itachi snorted ironically, and it was a wonder an aura of darkness didn't radiate from him. "Sasuke, go to class," he urged his brother in a tone their father often used, and they obediently did as he asked. He had assumed that he would stay out of it altogether, but he wouldn't be silent anymore. He would put an end to it once and for all. He should have reprimanded Hashirama even then in the office and not let it bother him.

Sasuke opened his mouth to say something, but he had never heard his gentle brother speak in such a tone before. He was more like their father now than ever before. His eyes flicked to Hashirama, but he didn't dare contradict himself, slipping past the two men like a groundhog.
Hashirama was sizing Itachi up, and he didn't much like the look on the man's face. Damn it, what was wrong with this kid? Like he was going to pounce on him at the very least. "What's your problem, Itachi?" He asked flatly, folding his arms at his sides.

"What's my problem? Are you even asking such a stupid question?" Growled an exasperated Uchiha, flashing his eyes evilly at his colleague. "I know. I know about you two, and I'm telling you, you're going to leave him alone or you're going to get an ugly comeuppance," Itachi hissed dangerously despite the fact that it wasn't fisting him. Instead of smiling eyes, his face was contorted with the evil expression of someone who could go after dead bodies. He stood menacingly close to Hashirama.

The brown-haired man turned a little pale. Holy shit, how did Itachi find out?! Did Sasuke really brag to him?! Either way, he was going to have to somehow lure this protective brother away, but apparently there was no point in denying it anymore. "Itachi, believe me, I have nothing but good intentions for Sasuke. It's nice to be in his company, and about certain things... well, he is an adult after all, isn't he?" He argued logically with a conciliatory smile.

"I don't care," Itachi brushed off all the would-be excuses and justifications in one sentence, "You won't touch him or care about him anymore. Otherwise, trust me, getting fired will be the least of the evils that will happen to you." He could smear it in the newspapers, but he might also inadvertently expose his brother. Still, it was a good threat. "Are you clear on that?" He wouldn't let his little brother mess with someone like that. Not that Hashirama was bad, but there was no one as good as himself for his beloved.

Hashirama frowned. He partially understood Itachi's resentment, he had a younger brother himself, but he didn't like his younger mate threatening him. Perhaps the boy had no idea that the Raikage knew full well that he had Sasuke with him. Not that he approved of it, as he'd made sure to point out to him in the principal's office, and he wouldn't like it to happen again, but... it was outside of school. "I think you're overreacting," he growled towards the black-haired man, "If Sasuke wants to associate with me, you can't stop him. It's none of your business, Itachi."

Itachi ignored the truth of Hashirama's words about it being none of his business. He didn't want to admit the godly truth that his mate and brother could have whatever they wanted together and he should rightly not care, but there was one big BUT. "It's very much my business. So stay away from him, or my father would love to hear about what one teacher did to his student." He didn't give his rival time to reply and turned on his heel. He never thought he would threaten with his father to anyone other than Sasuke.

Hashirama idly opened and closed his mouth. Itachi's reaction seemed really unreasonable to him, and that last threat... He had personally met Mr. Uchiha several times at parent-teacher conferences. He was a handsome man for his years, very solid as a steel spring, with a stern expression and exuding authority and dignity. They were always very polite with each other. Not that he was intimidated by his person, as Itachi might have thought, but it would probably be unpleasant to get into an argument with him. He sighed. He'd have to work it out so that Itachi wouldn't find out about them next time.

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Itachi was sinking into an ever-increasing depression. He saw anyone who approached Sasuke as a potential threat to their non-existent relationship. There was nothing he could do to stop the girls from touching him, fidgeting in his lap, the boys slapping him on the back absentmindedly, and Hashirama eyeing him lustfully, even though he seemed to take his words to heart. It wasn't in his power... He could make jealous scenes and push everyone away, but he'd look like a complete psychopath and Sasuke would be even more distant. He would torture himself daily by looking at him with no way to contact him and riding him like he was the biggest sissy in the school who deserved it. He couldn't help it, at least this way he'd earned some attention from his little brother. It was negative, he was glad for at least some. He was like the nicest brother at home for it, until Sasuke asked if he was okay. Of course, he noticed the abysmal difference in his behavior. Like someone had pushed a button. But all he wanted was to be with him every day, to fall asleep in each other's arms and be there when he experienced joy, sadness, and anger. He wanted to be the other half of his heart. Wanted and loved.
His denial of himself, his feelings, and his fear of admitting it had gotten to the point where he had oppressive nightmares from which he woke up sweaty, exhausted, and once Kisame found him like this, he must have screamed. It was getting worse. He was paler and thinner. At home, he made excuses for the advancing winter. Advent was beginning, the Christmas season when families should gather in warm, friendly surroundings. He dreaded it... the thought of no longer being able to hold on to the mask of a loving brother and breaking down.
Still, he invited his brother to visit him at his home. For the first time since he moved into the apartment. He was worried that Sasuke wouldn't come after all, but the ringing of the doorbell calmed him down. He was surprised he didn't break down as he ran past the door to Deidara's room. Deaidara figured he'd wrap the entrance to the room with all sorts of light bulbs and he'd said it was a work of art. He preferred not to comment on it. The subject of art was not a good one to discuss with him.

Sasuke didn't understand what was happening to his brother. It was like his personality had completely changed at school and he was completely obsessed with him. He hadn't gotten as bad grades in any subject as he had with Itachi because of his unexpected tests, and his classmates were asking him what he and his sibling had done to make him pick on him so much. And at home? There, Itachi smiled at him and was all helpfulness and tenderness himself. Could it be that he only looked like that in front of his parents? He didn't understand, but he wanted to finally get to the bottom of it, which was why he'd accepted the pre-Christmas invitation to his apartment. Once the long-haired Uchiha opened the door for him, he was able to enter the cozy warmth of the simply furnished apartment. It wasn't a cubbyhole, but it wasn't exactly a luxury apartment either. "Hey," he greeted his brother already on the doorstep, slipping out of his coat, "so I'll finally get to know if you're living in filth and hunger like Mom keeps worrying about?" He slipped his shoes off in an orderly fashion and Itachi closed the door behind him.

"Of course. Deidara didn't cook today, so you'll be spared the kitchen explosion he calls art and then he even eats it," Itachi laughed, feeling relieved. He came. It would seem like a small thing to visit his brother, except to him it was a sign that his little brother still hadn't given up on him, even though he had been terrible at school. "It just seems like three guys in an apartment." He wouldn't say they were in any great mess, though it was a long way from mommy-like order. He held out his hand. He wanted to touch his brother's flushed, frozen cheeks, but instead his hand fell on his shoulder and slid further into the apartment. "Tea or coffee to warm you up?"

"Coffee would be good," Sasuke nodded and allowed himself to be led to the kitchen. Well, they certainly couldn't have all three of them cooking at the same time, but it was probably enough for a change. He sat down at the table and watched the long-haired Uchiha struggle with the kettle and two mugs. Soon, the pleasant aroma of coffee beans wafted through the small space, and Itachi refilled the cups with some milk from the fridge to soften them. The pungent aroma attracted one member of the shared household. A person with semi-long blonde hair appeared in the kitchen, wearing a peculiar hairstyle, with a ponytail wrapped with several rubber bands sticking up on top of her head like a palm tree.
"Itachi, you didn't tell me you were living with such a pretty Miss. Hi, I'm Sasuke," the younger Uchiha smiled unknowingly at Deidara, who he mistook for a woman.

The older Uchiha had to hold himself back from laughing out loud. He only glanced obliquely at his artistic roommate, watching as he began to puff up like an irritable frog and turn red. He didn't get it, if people were mistaking him for a woman, why wasn't he trying a little harder to look manly. It was just that with his long blonde hair, a patch over his face and a potter's apron down to his knees, he gave off that impression very badly.
"Miss," Deidara snapped indignantly, giving the young man a mean look. He folded his hands at his sides and began to complain. "Do I look like a woman, where did you leave your eyes?" he croaked irritably, "that someone takes pride in his appearance doesn't immediately precipitate him being said to have a pussy between his legs. For the future, I'd suggest you look hard before you approach someone." He turned on his heel, nose up in offense, and disappeared into the glowing entrance to the room with a suitably loud slam.
Itachi was already laughing at the top of his lungs. There was no other way.

Sasuke stared after the blond youth, a look of absolute astonishment on his face. Really? Sure, he had a flat chest, but so did some girls. Plus those blue eyes... even his eyelashes were suspiciously black, as if he'd dyed them. When he spoke in a man's voice, it was a complete shock. He turned to his giggling brother with an embarrassed expression. "I didn't mean to offend him..." he said, a little confused, "but since he does look like a girl."

"I know. Relax, you're not the only one who gets confused. You're supposed to see when he goes out partying with us. There's always a lot of guys around him before he speaks," the older Uchiha grinned. It was funny every time, he couldn't help it.
That was the second time the door opened and a man of truly thunderous size walked in, but with his mouth agape from ear to ear. "Hey," he greeted the guys in the kitchen and shook the young man's hand, "you're going to be Sasuke, right? Long time no see." They'd only met a few times a long time ago, but he'd listened to enough descriptions of Itachi's brother to recognize him in the city. Not only did they look alike, but Itachi's descriptions fit true to form. "What did you do to him? As always?"

"Hi," the younger Uchiha greeted the blue-haired giant, almost letting out a squeak when Kisame shook his arm vigorously, surprising him by not yanking it, "Yeah, I'm Sasuke. And about the blond guy... I didn't mean to. It's just that he really looks like that." He eyed Itachi's other roommate curiously, and it seemed to him that the blue-haired man was studying him just as intently. They hadn't seen each other in person for an awfully long time, but he'd heard quite a bit of talk about each other. Sasuke had to admit that Itachi had some really interesting types on the apartment. One a half-transsexual and the other a thundering hunk. But Kisame at least looked like he'd be fun to hang out with, because when asked if he'd have coffee with them, he said only if it was Irish.

Sasuke had to wonder. Without blinking, Itachi reached into the cupboard and pulled out a bottle of whiskey. He poured it into a mug, added sugar and cream. Along with the hot coffee, he served up a batch of the slightly alcoholic concoction to Kisame and sat down next to his little brother so close that their thighs were touching.
"Itachi, you've been skimping on it again, huh?" teased Kisame his friend as he sipped from his mug. He meant to imply that he'd prefer coffee flavored whiskey to whiskey flavored coffee. He just liked booze, but he wasn't an alcoholic, not really.

Sasuke sipped from his mug. He was glad to be able to warm his hands with the cup, after all, it was getting pretty cold outside before Christmas.
"So, Sasuke," Kisame then grinned, "I'm glad to finally see you in the flesh again, Itachi talks about you all the time." He winked at his long-haired friend, who immediately gasped in indignation.
"Really? I'm surprised," the younger Uchiha remarked, his eyes flitting to Itachi.
"Yeah, you'd be surprised what I know about you," Kisame teased, making Sasuke look horrified.
"Nothing embarrassing from my childhood, I hope!" Sputtered the youngest of the men. "Itachi?!"

Itachi pretended he wasn't there at all, and just pierced Kisame with warning glances. He hoped that in his eagerness to help him, he wouldn't say something that might ruin everything. His toothy roommate was good-hearted, but you know. The road to hell is paved with good deeds. "No big deal, don't worry," Itachi cooed to his brother, "We've just been together for many years, so when I tell stories, you've always been there."

"I guess when Itachi does certain things, you're always there to this day," Kisame giggled amusedly, referring to the very private behind-the-walls stuff he sometimes overheard at night.
Sasuke looked confused. What was this blue haired man talking about? It had been quite a while since he and Itachi had done anything together.

"Come on, Kisame!" Itachi said indignantly. The troll doesn't just lock his mouth, no, he instead babbles bullshit as is his wont. "What Kisame means is that I just like remembering you. Because unlike him, I have at least one sibling." If his roommate doesn't stop, they're going to lock themselves in their room.

"That's right, brotherly love is really VERY strong sometimes, isn't it?" Kisame pointed out, his grin growing wider. He could see that Itachi was scowling, and wondered if sweat was beading on his forehead. But it looked like the little pup absolutely didn't understand what he was talking about.
Sasuke raised an eyebrow. He didn't know what to make of all this. Itachi had his quirks, but he was clearly the most normal one in this apartment. "Umm... well, maybe you could show me the room, right, Itachi?" He turned to his brother. Better away from those weird dudes he had as roommates.

"Sure, come on," Itachi jumped up like a spring and gave Kisame an accusing look. He nudged his little brother towards the ajar door and let him in. He was about to sink into the room himself when a paw on his shoulder stopped him. He slammed the door shut and hissed softly, "What do you want? Anyway, how are you behaving? Have you fallen on your head?" He growled angrily.

"No, it's time to finally untangle this whole thing," Kisame announced quietly to his friend, gripping his arm tighter. "You've been torturing yourself with your feelings for years now, and I'm not going to watch this anymore. By the time Sasuke leaves here, he'll know everything, understand?" he added uncompromisingly, "I'll lock you in there without a second thought and I won't let you out until you confess to Sasuke." He saw the look of absolute horror on Itachi's face, but he wasn't going to be softened. On the contrary, he added one last threat, "And if you don't, I'll tell him myself. Seriously, Itachi, I'll do it."

"Kisame, you can't do that! I... I can't. I just can't. You know why and how... it's just... it's Christmas. How can I tell him such colossal news before the holidays?" The truth was, he himself had no idea if he would even survive the holidays in good health. He already had occasional tics, and he was no freak, he'd just been keeping a big secret for a sea of years. "Please don't tell him," he whimpered, afraid that his friend would actually make his disclosure himself. Looking at him, he was getting the feeling that he was dead serious.

Kisame hesitated for a moment. Even his brain, which dealt primarily with physical activity, alcohol, and entertainment, could contain the possibility that if things went to shit and Sasuke reacted in any bad or violent way, Itachi and the entire Uchiha family would have a fucked up Christmas. From his friend's story, he gathered that the younger of the brothers was quite temperamental. Only on the other hand, the secret was dragging Itachi down, and he'd been really bad the last few days. He could still do something horribly stupid before Christmas. "No, now is the best time," he retorted firmly, pushing Itachi towards the door, "either you tell him or I will when he's on his way out. For real." He wasn't going to escape through the window, they were on the sixth floor.

The door slammed behind Itachi and he tried to coax a sort of shadow of a relaxed smile onto his face. Sasuke stared at him in amazement, but decided he'd rather not comment on Kisame's behavior. "You can already confirm to Mom that I'm not sleeping on the floor covered in fleas," he spoke lightly, his gaze sweeping the room. He'd cleaned the place really thoroughly yesterday, so his desk and laptop were neatly arranged. There were piles of assorted papers on it, whether school prep or tests. A plain bed and a closet where it was obvious they'd seen the best of it, but it still served them well. The older Uchiha also had to hide all the pictures of his sibling that he had posted around the room.

Sasuke first rushed to the window in his brother's room. He loved heights, even at a young age he hung perpetually in a tree, and when they were on a family outing they were never allowed to miss the lookout tower. "Wow, that's great," he cheered as he opened the window wide, ignoring the cold December air that rushed into the room. Itachi was lucky - his window was on the side where no other apartment buildings obstructed his view, allowing Sasuke to sweep across the southern part of Konoha to the more distant forests and bluish horizon. Oblivious to Itachi biting his lip worriedly behind him, he leaned in to look at the tiny figures of dog walkers on the sidewalks far below.

Itachi couldn't take it anymore and grabbed his brother around the waist to make sure his little brother didn't fall out. He didn't mind heights, it was just that when his loved ones weren't hanging out the window in wonder, it made him uncomfortable. "Sasuke, that's enough." Oh yeah, his stomach did somersaults just thinking about what he had to do... what he should have done a long time ago. Only if he gave in to cowardice again, it would be Kisame who would put a stop to everything, and it was better if he did it himself. He longed to bury his face in the black disheveled hair and forget the world for once.

"You're terrible," Sasuke chided him, but it sounded more like amusement. He turned to face Itachi, showing no concern or distaste at the fact that Itachi still had his arm around his waist, so now they were standing in a lover's embrace, almost, at least on his brother's side. Only now did he take a good look around the room, which was clean and orderly, not like his, let alone Naruto's. There were a few framed family photos left on his desk, but the walls looked strange to him, there were a few spikes that obviously had something hanging on them. Probably a memento of the previous owner. "You've got a nice place, just a little small," he finally decided, breathing hotly into Itachi's face.

The elder Uchiha instead of gazing into his brother's deep beautiful pools as he usually did, his eyes fell on the delicate lips that were smooth, shaped sensuously into a soft smile. They were an enticing temptation, and he was weak... terribly weak. He couldn't resist any longer. His little brother was so sweet, so cute, and he had loved him dearly for so long. The thought flashed through his mind of what this archangel's face might look like, contorted with disgust and revulsion at his confession...

Sasuke swallowed dryly. He knew nothing of Itachi's feelings, but he could tell that this situation was different than it should be. There was so much desire radiating from his brother at the moment, he'd have to be a stone stump not to notice. He noticed where his brother's eyes were going. "Itachi," he addressed him quietly, though in a slightly higher voice than normal, "w-what are you doing?" Before his older brother could verbally answer him, however, Itachi's lips pressed to his. The younger Uchiha's eyes bugged out. What was going on? What the fuck was going on all of a sudden!

Noooo, screamed everything in Itachi's head while a shudder of satisfaction ran through him like never before. It was far better than a thousand of his imaginings. The soft touch of lips was complemented by the warmth radiating from his brother's skin and the strong body scent that always drove him crazy. So delicious and pleasurable that he couldn't help but give in to it. His heart raced with fear, with love, with a cocktail of strange emotions that threw them out of their normal rhythm, and yet one thing was certain. From now on, nothing would ever be the same.

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Unfortunately, the shock of what Itachi was doing to him overpowered any pleasurable physical experience of the wonderful kiss that Sasuke might have otherwise perceived. He barely realized how soft and pliable and beautifully warm Itachi's lips were, because he mostly had to focus on the fact that he was being kissed by his own brother. He didn't attempt to penetrate his mouth with his tongue, but it was still enough, especially when Itachi urged him closer to him. Finally, Sasuke recovered and pulled away from Itachi violently, whereupon his hand shot up in an affectation and slapped the older Uchiha so hard that his head jumped to the side. Even though he was many years younger, Sasuke was no pushover. "Are you fucking crazy?!"

Itachi was also shocked that Sasuke had slapped him. The look of a hurt puppy settled on his face and he felt ashamed of his weakness. This was exactly the scenario he had always feared. That he would lose control and his body would give itself what it wanted. He bit his lip nervously as his brother looked at him in surprise and puzzlement. "S-Sasuke," he stammered, immediately finding his voice, "I... I know what it looks like, but... but please, hear me out. It's different than you think."

"Yeah, and how the hell do you know how I think it is! When... when I don't even know what I think myself!" snapped Sasuke, who was still completely confused about the whole thing. After all, Itachi had never shown any inclination to... well, even though... he'd always been so awfully close to him, they were almost like two halves at one point, and then his older brother started acting weird. Was it related? "If you don't want another slap, you better explain fast," he added, backing away from his brother like he had some kind of plague.

The older of the siblings could feel his face starting to burn, and perhaps a handprint would soon be stamped there. "I didn't go crazy... well, maybe, but in a different way. You know... I..." it was hard to get it out of him, "I love you!" He blurted out the oppressive truth, not flinching from his brother's disbelieving stare. "It's been an awfully long time. I don't know exactly how it started, but you were the best little brother to me and then I wanted to be with you all the time. To share my life with you. I wanted with you..." he preferred not to finish this, so as not to scare Sasuke even more. "Only I couldn't, you were still so young and at twelve I'm sure you wouldn't have understood."

Sasuke opened and closed his mouth several times idly. Itachi loved him... but not as his sibling...? No, he just couldn't believe it. It had to be some kind of failed prank, the Itachi he knew would never do something like that. He could never have fallen in love with him except in an innocent familial sense. Never... He refused to admit to himself that it explained a lot of things, like Itachi's change in behavior, his jealous scenes with Hashirama lately, his weird talk about an unattainable dream idol... "And you think I understand that better now than when I was twelve?" he blurted, almost hysterically.

" Well... you could... at least it's not pedophilia anymore," Itachi pointed out the positive, yet he could see that he probably wouldn't get any understanding from Sasuke. His emotional outpouring was going in a completely different direction than he had ever imagined. In the best version, his little brother had fallen into his arms, telling him that he loved him too... so far, it seemed more like he had scared him off. He tried to reach out his hand to him. There was a vigorous slap and he stepped back. His heart dropped to somewhere near his stomach and he felt like everything around him was sinking into darkness. How could he have been so foolish to believe that his little brother would ever understand and accept his feelings. "Sasu, I really love you... please," he whimpered in a dying voice. It wasn't clear what he was actually asking for.

The younger Uchiha felt like something was crumbling beneath his feet. It was an illusion, a naivety about their brotherly relationship. He felt like Itachi had betrayed him, cheated him, at least in that he had never said anything to him until now. "Leave me alone!" He yelled when the long-haired man tried to move a little closer to him, "you lied to me!" Well, maybe not exactly lied, but the fact that he was keeping something like this from him was just as bad. His brother... his protective older brother who he could always lean on and confide in about anything... was it all just a delusion? He didn't want to hear anything else that would hurt him even more. He slithered past the hapless Itachi like a snake and made a lightning dash for the hallway, where he slipped into his boots and threw his coat just over his shoulders.

Itachi collapsed to the floor as the tense situation became mentally unbearable. He felt dark waves wash over him, and even the world around him seemed to lose its colors, leaving just plain dull gray. He fucked up! He will never see his brother again, they will never be able to treat each other like they used to. Never again... never... His mind was like an archer with a bow, putting one arrow after another into his heart, showing him all the beautiful moments together in the light of their new relationship. He'd be all alone and he was counting on the possibility of it leaking out to his parents and his father disowning him... A blacker life he couldn't imagine at this point.
Kisame couldn't help himself and sat in his room completely silent so that no words would escape him. He didn't even have to put his ear to the wall when Sasuke spoke. He could hear him clearly. He bit his lip indecisively. He'd been the one who'd tricked Itachi into confessing... It was a good idea, but the delivery didn't seem to have gone well for Itachi. He quickly ran into the hallway. "Sasuke, wait," he called to the young Uchiha.

Sasuke hadn't intended such a thing in the slightest. He didn't care who called out to him, or even what Itachi's friend wanted. He opened the door to the apartment and started to run frantically, as if by running really fast he could escape the incomprehensible fact that Itachi had outlined to him a few minutes ago. He didn't want to think about it, he didn't want to, maybe it was just a dream... He almost broke himself as he ran down the stairs to the ground floor, because waiting for the elevator would take an awful long time. He realized that someone was stomping behind him, but whether it was Itachi or Kisame he had no idea, because he didn't dare look back, lest he waste precious time. He would run away, he would run away from everyone, he really excelled at speed, always running hundreds or fifties, sometimes even endurance runs at gym meets with other schools. Luckily the front door wasn't locked, a lady was just coming in and he almost knocked her down in the doorway. He didn't care about that either. He didn't care about anything right now, only Itachi's words were going through his head, over and over again. I love you... I love you... I love you!

Kisame bounded down the stairs with the thunderousness of an elephant, feeling like he must have legitimately fallen to the lower floors and the entire staircase. A lady at the entrance tried to scold him, but before she could say anything, he pushed his way out the door. He knew he had a part in all this and he had to make up for at least some of what he had talked his friend into. Itachi's younger brother could run fast as a scared doe, but he, though he looked thunderous, could also swipe. He did go for a run every morning before breakfast, and it wasn't a slow jog.

The black-haired youth soon realized that not only could he not shake off his pursuer, but he was beginning to catch up with him! It had to be Kisame, that was the only way he could explain it - for every step he took, he had to take at least two, no wonder the distance between them was getting shorter. The frigid air made his lungs burn, his unbuttoned coat was also getting in the way, and the mental shock was slowing him down as well. Accepting the invitation, he had hoped that Itachi's behavior would somehow be explained to him... but not like this! This would never have occurred to him.

Kisame was huffing like a locomotive. He was running as fast as he could, and he almost had the younger Uchiha. Passersby looked at them in amazement, perhaps wondering if they should help Sasuke. After all, he looked like he was running for his life in front of the larger man, but in the end everyone preferred to turn their heads in the direction he was going and not care. It was easier.
Itachi's roommate managed to catch up to Sasuke in the next part of town that bordered a residential area and groped for his arm. It was a wonder they both didn't fly into the low layer of snow that covered the grass in the park. "Stop... I say," Kisame breathed out heavily, not letting go of his catch.

"Leave me alone... let go of me, you hear me?!" twitched Sasuke, but the blue-haired man was not only remarkably fast, which he would never have thought to be, but also properly strong, which was obvious from his appearance. Ouch, he had a proper strong grip, it hurt even through the fabric of his coat, though that pain was far less important to the young Uchiha right now than the one that was welling up in his chest. "What the hell do you want from me?!" He shouted at Itachi's friend, though he somehow suspected it would be related to Itachi's confession. Kisame definitely knew about it, he and Itachi had been friends all through college... Now he understood a little about the weird innuendos he made in the kitchen.

Kisame had never been much for thoughtful explanations and he started out nice and straight. "Look, Sasuke, I know you think this is crazy and disgusting and who knows what else, but Itachi loves you very much. He's been talking about you for years, but he never dared to tell you because he was afraid he'd lose you forever. I couldn't stand to see him get fed up with it, and I told him that if he didn't tell you today, I'd tell you myself. I understand you don't know what to do with him, but give him a chance. Give him hope that you can at least be siblings again. He doesn't want to lose you, if you reject him, he's going to get hurt a lot." Great rolls of steam rolled from their mouths.

"Are you crazy too?!" Sasuke yelped, his voice going into a higher pitch in agitation, "don't you get it? How can we remain siblings like we used to be?! It will never be the same again, do you understand? He lied to me! Itachi, he... he... let go of me damn it! I... I-I-I..." The emotions were too much for Sasuke. Tears welled up in his dark eyes, he couldn't hold them back, normally he would find it exceedingly embarrassing to cry in public and in front of Itachi's buddy, but the strain was too much to bear. He sobbed, smearing the tears down his cheeks with his sleeve, because of course he didn't carry a handkerchief.

The burly man just rolled his eyes. He was done, now he was going to comfort the two Uchiha. "Relax, he didn't say he was going to jump off the bridge though. The fact that he likes you isn't such a tragedy." He let the young man twitch for a moment before wrapping him in his massive warm arms. Sasuke flinched, but let himself be hugged a moment later. "Look, Sasuke, he never lied to you. You were little brother number one to him, and it was just that his feelings grew into something much deeper. He rather deserves a little admiration that he was able to keep it a secret for so many years and you never found out."

Sasuke tried to stop crying. He wasn't fucking fifteen, he was an adult, he wasn't allowed to cry! Still, Kisame's jacket was thoroughly wet with tears before he managed to gain some control. He allowed himself to be led to the nearest bench and wrapped around his shoulders. Kisame dug out a handkerchief as well, albeit a pretty ugly and used one, but the dark-haired man didn't really care right now. "Y-y-you don't g-get it," he cooed, "for e-eighteen years I've lived under the assumption t-that Itachi's feelings are i-innocent, but now... it's illegal on t-top of that!"

"You wouldn't go snitch on your brother to the cops, would you?" Kisame asked, rather jokingly. He didn't believe anyone would go report something like that to the cops. "They're innocent in a sense. He never dared to lay a hand on you. Imagine if it had been someone else, like an uncle, sexually abusing you, but Itachi... he loves you like no one in his life. He'd do anything for you. He's imagined living with you as partners for a very long time, and yet he's never touched you in any way that was not proper and decent."

Sasuke shook his head, as if by refusing he could reverse reality and change Itachi's feelings. "I-it's insane," he got out shakily, "I can't... I can't fulfill his fantasies. That's ridiculous, how would we explain it to people? And our... dad would shoot us. Itachi's crazy. He's my brother! How could he fall in love with me, we're related, we lived together! He kissed me! All of a sudden he started kissing me, what was he thinking?! We're brothers... brothers..." Itachi's confession seemed to really sway the younger Uchiha.

"You're brothers. That won't change anything. Look, Sasuke..." Kisame forced the young man's attention with a slight shake, lifting his face up to see him. "For starters, you're going to let it settle. You'll both need to absorb it and then you'll see how you feel about it. Itachi wants you, but that doesn't mean you have to want it too." Kisame wanted Itachi to be happy, he just couldn't imagine Sasuke saying yes to something like that. He certainly wouldn't want to fuck with brother if he had one.

For a while the young Uchiha seemed to be balancing between another crying fit, the desire to get as far away from here as possible, and a slightly more reasonable acceptance. Eventually, however, he nodded slowly and rubbed his teary eyes. He needed to think about all of this, put it all together, realize his feelings for his brother and Itachi's feelings for him. "I didn't mean to hurt him," he finally got out in a strangled voice, "it's just... it was so quick and sudden... he never gave me any indication..." Or did he and he just didn't notice?

"Itachi's just like that. He'd rather hurt himself with unspoken words than say something out loud. Sasuke, go home, have some hot tea and calm down. Once you've absorbed that, you should talk more calmly. It was pretty wild now until I could hear you through the wall, but next time it'll be quieter. You'll be ready for it," Kisame prophesied, patting the young man on the shoulder to give him the courage to fight it out.

"I'll never be ready for this," Sasuke remarked dejectedly, but he blew noisily into Kisame's handkerchief to compose himself as much as possible. He knew he wasn't going to miss the debate, but he wasn't going to go through with it today. Not today, he needed to breathe out the shock properly first. He stood up groggily. Probably best to actually go home, he was getting very cold. "Thanks," he beeped, handing the grubby handkerchief back to Kisame. It was probably a good thing he'd caught up with him after all.

Kisame ruffled the young man's hair teasingly. "Cheer up, nobody dies." Well, hopefully Itachi hadn't managed to do anything stupid at the apartment. "It's just that some things will change a bit for you now, but it'll still be Itachi, the same as before. A kind, good, helpful, loving brother," the muscular man winked at the young Uchiha.

He'll just want to strip and fuck me, Sasuke added to himself mentally, but maybe Itachi had wanted that for a long time. Maybe since he was twelve! He sighed. He'd probably never get over this. "Well, bye," he muttered in parting, preferring not to even say anything to Itachi. He could already feel his cell phone vibrating in his pocket, surely Itachi had called or texted him.

***

In the room, Itachi sat on the floor, his upper body resting on the bed. He was clutching a cell phone in his hand, which despite his best efforts, he couldn't get the other party to answer the call. He felt horrible... no, worse. He now understood why people committed suicide. They don't see or have any chance of improvement. Not one measly light at the end of the tunnel waiting for them. That's exactly what he felt. The window was still wide open and it was icy inside. All he had to do was walk up to it and lean a little more and he'd have peace... only he was a coward. He couldn't do anything, not even confess to Sasuke normally, not even end his life, and yet it felt so good when he kissed his little brother. When he remembered it, a red flower bloomed in the inky darkness.

Kisame's return to his apartment was a bit prolonged by the slow climb up the stairs. He didn't really want to go up there, he felt so guilty. He was the one who'd forced Itachi to confess to Sasuke, probably put him under such insane stress that he'd hastily done what he shouldn't have done - chosen to put a physical display of his feelings first instead of words, at least that was how he understood the situation from Sasuke's incoherent chatter. When he finally made it back to the warmth of their cave, he headed determinedly straight for his friend.
"Damn it, Itachi, you're going to freeze here!" He horrified himself on the doorstep, taking a few steps over the few feet to the window only to close it immediately, "Please don't be stupid." Wow, the Uchiha had quite a mark on his face. He must have taken a beating from his little brother.

Uchiha didn't feel the cold at all. The icy wasteland spread out even inside him, so he managed not to go mad. Everything inside him stopped and he just stared dully ahead at his hand with his cell phone resting on the bed. Why try when everything was already lost, destroyed by his own hands. He wanted to scream, he wanted to shout, and yet he lay like a piece of carcass. He didn't even respond to Kisame's efforts to pick him up off the floor.

"Itachi, come on!" Kisame shook the long-haired man just as he had his brother a moment ago. Seriously, what is it with these Uchiha? One was better than the other, but Itachi's reaction scared him more to be honest. He looked like he was having a complete breakdown inside. He's got to get him out of this! "Itachi, listen to me. I talked to him. I talked to Sasuke," he informed him emphatically, "he's calmed down a bit, he'll call you when he's absorbed it, you'll see."

"He won't, he never will," Itachi muttered through bluish lips that contrasted oddly with his red cheeks. He was very cold, the window had been open for over half an hour and everything inside felt like it had been pulled out of a freezer, including himself. "Leave me alone, Kisame... I should have come to him with this a long time ago, at least I would have gotten over the disappointment by now." He felt like crying over spilt milk. His throat began to tighten and he felt an uncomfortable pressure in his eyes. He was so sorry, he had lost his brother today... his family... his life.

"Itachi, stop!" Kisame shouted at him with a scowl, throwing a blanket over him, which he then wrapped him in and brought a loaded bottle of good cognac from his own supply. He forced a few sips into Itachi, not noticing that the strength of the drink made the poor man wince all over. "Look at me, do you hear?!" He growled, and just like with Sasuke, he turned his older brother's face towards him, "Nothing is eaten as hot as it is cooked. Give him time, he needs to get over it, but I don't want to hear any of that funeral talk here! You said you'd give your life for him, so a few days is a more acceptable option, right?"

At twenty-five, Itachi should be a strong, steady man who knows what he wants out of life. Yet with a snap of his fingers, he's turned into a pile of misery. A lonely tear slid down his cheek. Evidence that the owner is in great psychological pain. "And then what if he says I'm a monster who wants to fuck him anyway," he whimpered painfully. He knew. Sasuke would never accept him as he was. Who would accept a gay brother who's after him. All of his previous thoughts that it might work took a backseat when confronted with reality.

"Itachi, I'm sure Sasuke won't say that," Kisame assured him immediately, though his insides twisted a little. He was promising him something here that he couldn't control, it could very well be that Sasuke would tell him off just like that. "After all you've been through together? No, he wouldn't be able to disown you like that," he continued as firmly as he could, wrapping his arm around his friend's shoulders. He was really quite icy, preferring to force another glass of cognac down his throat. "He's just confused and feels like you should have told him much sooner," he interpreted Sasuke's emotions more or less. Ugh, he really wasn't an expert on this.

The long-haired Uchiha had the feeling that nothing but empty, wannabe comforting sentences were pouring out of Kisame's mouth. Plus, he felt like the alcohol was staining his cheeks a little too quickly, but all he'd had since lunch was that coffee with Sasuke. Regret washed over him like a second blanket and pulled him into its embrace. " He won't want to see me anymore anyway..." he whimpered miserably, "I should have solved this a long time ago... maybe jump off a bridge or swallow some pills and no one would have ever known about my monstrosity."

"Don't even think about it," Kisame growled, feeling like shaking Itachi hard again to get him to recover, "you'd hurt everyone close to you even more by doing that, don't you understand?" He just could never get into suicidal thoughts. Even if someone was hurting, there was a solution to everything, wasn't there? Giving up on life before it was time... no, he just doesn't get it. "Better put together a strong monologue for when Sasuke comes to see you," he suggested.

"Little brother, I love you so much I'd like to fuck you to death? Like this?" Itachi said in a sad, pained voice the bare truth wrapped up in no pretty way. "Kisame, you can't even believe he would want to have anything to do with me..." The Uchiha was beginning to feel that he wasn't far from tears. He hadn't cried in a very long time, but the regret of his poorly ended confrontation with reality and Sasuke's firm refusal had dealt him a painful blow. "His lips were so soft," he muttered almost inaudibly, rubbing his eyes.

Even though Kisame was usually a bit of a stump, he felt sorry for Itachi. He'd kept the truth hidden and tortured himself for so many years, and now that it was finally out, he'd been treated to a single kiss that might not have gone very far. "Itachi, don't give up now," he rumbled, offering him the same grubby handkerchief he had offered to Sasuke earlier, still wet with the younger brother's tears. "It doesn't have to come to this if you present it more gently next time. The way you always used to confide in me," he gave him hope.

Itachi blew his nose loudly, clutching his cell phone to him, hoping his favorite song would play and Sasuke would call him back. However, he was dead silent. "And what's he going to do then? He'll tell our father, and he'll send me to an institution for treatment. You know how it is, whoever goes in there never comes back," he prophesied, taking a sip from the bottle himself. The burning taste of the alcohol in the cognac couldn't wash away the bitterness that had settled in the back of his palate and was directly choking him there.

"There are no such institutes today. Not here," Kisame objected firmly, taking the bottle from Itachi. He had warmed up enough and noticed that alcohol didn't exactly have a positive effect on him, especially since he wasn't used to it at all. "Now, you lie down nice and tight, watch your phone, and I'll get you some tea. And no depression, it just needs a little time, it's all just too fresh, you understand?" He ordered authoritatively to his friend and stood up to turn words into action.

Uchiha didn't want to change his condition at all. He would have preferred to melt and disappear... but he had always been used to obeying, and his friend's authoritative voice reminded him of his father. With an effort, he pulled himself up onto the bed and snuggled into the covers on the cold bed. A shiver gripped him as his body rubbed its muscles trying to warm itself, or was it from the mental strain? He clutched his cell phone to him like the greatest sacrament and stared dully ahead. Was he really at rock bottom or was he going lower?

It might have been almost funny, but Sasuke was just recovering at home in the exact same position - curled up in bed, with the blanket pulled up to his chin and a pillow under his head, soaking up a salty tear here and there. He told his parents that he had caught a bad cold on the way, to somehow explain his terrible mood and red eyes, and mostly to spare them the endless questioning about how Itachi was living. Mikoto had carefully brought him hot tea, but Sasuke was still miserable, though now he was also a little ashamed of his overreaction. He didn't even let Itachi explain anything properly and ran off like a little boy. But how could his brother start kissing him like that all of a sudden?! That would have scared anyone, though in retrospect he now thought that there was nothing unpleasant about the kiss itself. He needed to talk to Itachi, but not today.

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Naruto had been humming something to his friend for a while now, and it was as if he was talking to an oak tree. "Sasuke," he waved a hand in front of his face, "you're out of your mind today. Do you hear me?" What had happened to him? Yesterday he was completely fine at school, and today it was like he'd been switched along the way. And yet he didn't say anything serious was wrong.

"Yeah," the black-haired young man muttered absently, his eyes fixed on the chair where their class teacher sat today instead of his brother, "what did you say?" Itachi hadn't come to school at all. They were only supposed to have biology with him today, but he wasn't in school at all and Hashirama hadn't told them what was wrong with him. Sasuke was feeling very uncomfortable. What if something happened to his brother? What if he... did something to himself? He had texted him a dozen times yesterday and he hadn't replied... But still, Kisame wouldn't let him do something stupid.

"I told you if your brother was going to be absent all week, maybe we could avoid his scheduled tests. I don't want another F in biology, and at least you'll get a break, he's always riding you like you did something to him." Naruto didn't understand both Uchiha at all, and Sasuke was the one who was supposed to be visiting Itachi. If he had a brother who was such an asshole who picked on him at school, he wouldn't go to him.

Sasuke bit his lip. Not that he missed the tests, or Itachi's provocation, but... "I don't know," he mumbled, oddly dejected, his eyes dropping to the top of their table, "he wasn't... sick when I was there yesterday." Of course some might consider his somewhat unhealthy relationship with him to be an illness, but he didn't think of homosexuality as an illness. Actually, not even incest, at most a perversion.

"And what could have happened to him overnight? If it was Friday, I'd say he got drunk, but today is Wednesday," shrugged the fair-haired young man, who just looked at his friend in amazement. "You can go and see him, can't you? You know where he lives, at least you can find out what he did last night, hehe, maybe he broke his dick like he was talking to Kiba about earlier," Naruto grinned, trying to humor Sasuke a little.

Any other time, Sasuke would probably have laughed at the remark, but not today. More like it made him even sadder, though he tried not to let it show. But the thought of visiting his brother had crossed his mind as well. He should check on him, just in case. He was his brother, they'd grown up together, they loved each other. He didn't want him on his conscience. "I guess you're right," he agreed, "I need to find out what happened to him." He would have preferred to go now, but the next three hours of classes were somehow preventing him from doing so.

"Anyway, some kind of cold, you know it can knock a guy down... Sasuke, you look like he jumped off the roof of an apartment building. Cheer up," Naruto nudged his partner with his elbow and grinned like the sun, "buy him some ginger and lemon as you go and you won't go wrong." It was winter, after all. It was gloomy and windy outside, and even an ordinary teacher could be struck down by the bacillus. He was resilient. Usually he was sick only once all winter and then he was fine.

"I think you're right." Sasuke tried to put a sort of twisted smile on his face. It must have looked weird, Itachi always choked him at school until most of his classmates had grown the impression that the long-haired Uchiha must be the worst brother in the world, and here he was worrying about him. Only Naruto had no idea that he was probably the reason for Itachi's absence. But by then the bell had rung for break and there was a lively commotion around them.

By then, the class teacher had approached their desk. "Sasuke, could you come to the office with me?" Hashirama asked the young Uchiha, mentally wringing his hands. It was a perfect fit that Itachi hadn't made it to school today. It was getting awkward with him in the office, and he was already trying to fix it with everything. A conversation, an apology, a sweet, but the older Uchiha was as cold as an iceberg to everything.

Sasuke looked up at the brown-haired man. Ever since Itachi had caught them in the corridor, all Hashirama had done was cast longing glances at him, but he hadn't attempted anything more. In truth, he hadn't had many opportunities. He kind of suspected he'd want to make up for it, but his mood was really far from wanting sex today. To refuse, however, would probably be rather conspicuous, especially in front of Naruto. "Um... sure," he agreed then, standing up. He followed Hashirama into the room their class teacher shared with his brother. The sight of Itachi's empty desk stirred his insides.

"Don't worry, I'm sure it's nothing serious," Hashirama commented to the empty space in the office. He placed a hand on the young man's shoulder to draw attention to himself. Sasuke looked strange today, like he was missing something. He felt like something had happened that he had no idea about... something serious. He pushed those thoughts away and went back to his original intention. "I was going to ask you if you wanted to come over to my place this weekend. It's getting colder out there and I need to warm up."

"Hmm..." Sasuke acknowledged Hashirama's announcement, but he still looked out of sorts in spirit. He reacted only belatedly, lifting his head to his teacher as if he didn't know what he was asking for a moment before his brain reminded him. "I don't know. I haven't planned this weekend yet," he replied vaguely. Itachi's belongings drew his eyes like a magnet, even as the older man hugged him from behind and buried his face into his hair. He was taking a bit of a risk, but other than his brother, there was theoretically no one else here to do anything unless maybe he brought something to Hashirama.

Hashirama gourmandically sucked in Sasuke's youthful scent, which turned him on. Oh, how he would love to smell it again in the midst of wild play when he was at his strongest. "Then if you don't have anything planned, sign me up for Saturday," he purred like a cat, his large hands stroking the young man's stomach and then a little lower. "We'll have a nice play together, what do you say?"

Sasuke's eyes wandered to the framed photo on Itachi's desk. One of them together. They were standing in front of the leopard cage at the zoo, hugging and smiling into the lens. It was about six years ago, before his brother started pulling away...
Hashirama bit his ear lightly and Sasuke hissed. "Hashirama," he blurted, suddenly completely off topic, "I need an excuse for today." He just has to see Itachi!

The brown-haired man felt like he was hugging a piece of tree. Sasuke was so inert and not at all like him. And now he wanted an excuse? He just stared. "What excuse? I can't just give you that." What's gotten into him. He let go of the young man and turned him to face him. He looked completely out of it, but his pupils were normal. He hadn't taken any drugs.

Sasuke sighed inwardly. He'd have to go about this in a different way, even if he didn't feel like it today. "But Hashi," he purred submissively, reaching up to stroke the brown-haired man's cheek and run the belly of his index finger excitedly across his lips, "you're just going to write in the class book that I'm feeling nauseous, you can do that, right? It's an exception, I need to take care of something..."

This behavior was much more to Hashirama's liking. "Hm, and for what? You know, if something had happened to you, it would have been found out that you were somewhere other than home," the older man purred like a contented cat who knows he's getting something good. He pulled the young man close to him and excitedly ran his hand over his bottom. What a delight it was to be able to play with it and finger fuck him. His lower belly tingled with the ticklish memories.

Sasuke wasn't as turned on today as he had been at other times, but he didn't let it show. "Hmm, and what would you like in return?" He asked seductively, undoing the first two buttons of Hashirama's shirt to breathe hotly on his collarbone and give him a teasing kiss. He suspected the price for the excuse would be physical, but take it from him, he really needed to see Itachi soon. His brother had waited years for this conversation, he didn't deserve another delay.

Hashirama gasped in surprise as hot lips pressed against his. He must get Sasuke home again at all costs, but a visit for an excuse was a poor exchange. His student might break something again. "I'll settle for one passionate kiss for today," he murmured, pulling the young man's hips tighter against his. He'd be sure to get a boner before they were done here together. On the other hand, it would be strange if he didn't get a hard-on with a feral kitten pressed up against him.

Sasuke didn't want to drag this out too long, the break was going to be over in about five minutes anyway. He reached up on tiptoe and nuzzled against Hashirama's lips without hesitation. They were warm and narrow and readily conformed to his. On any other day, it would have made his lower abdomen tingle. Oh boy, what had Itachi done to him? He just hoped he wouldn't be this distraught forever. When Hashirama's tongue began to insistently invade his mouth, he opened it and let the moist visitor in.

The class teacher was content to explore the hot mouth, lapping greedily at it, running his hands over the student's body. It would almost have been perfect, but something was missing. Sasuke was hardly involved at all, almost as if he was holding a slippery fish. The kissing was so bland as a result. His body was grunting in bliss, but his mind was telling him there were holes. With a sigh, he pulled away. "Last time the kissing was much better, but next time you'll make it up to me and now go wherever you want. You're excused."

"Thanks," Sasuke breathed. Hashirama had to see something was wrong with him, today really wasn't his day for sexual harassment with the teacher, he only had Itachi to think about all the time, but mostly, it was enough for the teacher like this. He'd go see his brother right now, find out what was wrong with him, and they'd probably have to have a proper talk about it all. His insides twisted a little nervously at the thought, but he couldn't put it off any longer, Itachi owed him an explanation and he owed him a hearing. He turned on his heel and headed off without saying goodbye.

Hashirama still quickly leaned out of the office and called to the young man, "And don't forget about that Saturday!" However, the Uchiha didn't seem to notice him at all anymore. He glanced at his ass and crawled back into the office. As he stared at his colleague's empty chair, he wondered if Sasuke's inattention was related to Itachi's absence. Who knows. With a sigh, he straightened his scoop of tests so he could start correcting.

Sasuke arrived in class at the end of the break and announced to a surprised Naruto that he was leaving. His blond friend was confused as to what had happened and what he and Hashirama had been discussing, but he just told him that he would tell him tonight on Facebook. He didn't explain anything to anyone else either, even when his classmates asked him what was going on. He just packed up his things and just missed his English teacher, Yuuhi Kurenai, at the door. He preferred not to give her room to question him either.

Deidara has had enough! That can't be true, he's quietly creating, modelling his noble work and someone keeps disturbing him. First, the young neighbor, asking if he has salt. So he went to give her some. She was always making a funny face, like she had a bowel problem, and pursing her lips. He rolled his eyes as he slammed the door behind her. Stupid girl, keeping him from such important things, art! For the second time it was the postal service. Reluctantly, he ran downstairs and accepted the package. Tss, it was Kisame's, some special bottle he'd be sipping himself in his room again anyway. And now for the third time! He walked briskly to the door and opened it. "What?!" he growled, "do you have to ring like alarm bell?!" He ignored the first few rings and then they stopped, except that the young man had obviously walked into the apartment block with someone and was now ringing the doorbell right outside the flat.

Sasuke had his school bag on his back, understandably he hadn't considered stopping by the house to drop it off yet - even though no one was supposed to be there right now, coincidence was a bitch and he didn't want to have to explain what he was doing in the middle of classes from school. When the blond transvestite opened the door, he measured him with a similarly hostile look. He's still going to talk bullshit! "Yeah, I have to," he growled, slipping past him into the apartment, "if no one bothers to unring me. Where's Itachi?!" He kicked off his shoes and removed his coat as Deidara slammed the door firmly behind him. Neither of them seemed to be in the best of moods. What was the reason for the blond's unpleasant behavior, Sasuke didn't know, and he honestly didn't care either. All he cared about right now was his older brother and his health.

"I don't know, I haven't seen him since yesterday, and isn't it stupid for you to just barge into a stranger's apartment?" He snorted in annoyance. The young man was making himself at home here, and he'd only seen him once. He looked like someone from Itachi's family, and if all Uchiha were that rude, he was glad he didn't see them more often. They might as well visit him here daily and disturb him in his artistic struggles with the muses.

"I'm not a stranger, Itachi is my brother and now move aside, I'm not in the mood to argue," Sasuke snapped, crossing his arms over his chest with narrowed eyes. Normally he wouldn't have acted like this, but he was worried about Itachi and he was also worried about the confrontation that awaited him, and Deidara had come his way as a victim to take out his nervousness on, at least partially. He might as well punch him if he had any more comments.

The fair-haired man, dirty with clay, puffed like a frog before making a face. "Then go find him. I think he's at work anyway. It's Thursday, if you don't know." He floated into his room and slammed the door until the light bulbs around the doorframe jumped. He wasn't surprised Itachi rarely mentioned his brother. Such an annoying bastard. Almost like a friend of Sasori's when he gets him riled up with an argument about what art was.

Sasuke then immediately headed for the door of Itachi's room and stopped in front of it. He half almost hoped that no one was inside and that it would be locked, only... where else could Itachi be? Finally, he took a deep breath and tapped the painted wood with the knuckles of his fingers a few times before taking the handle without prompting. It loosened, and he slipped into a room that, at first breath, reeked of sickness. Now he understood why his brother hadn't come to school today.

By the bed, a half-litre mug with the rest of the ginger at the bottom peeked out from a pile of snotty tissues. Itachi seemed to be asleep, buried under two blankets. But there came a sneeze. A hand slipped out from under the bedclothes like a snake, unwound a piece of toilet paper, and disappeared back. The exhausted honking was evidence of what the young man had been doing all morning. The sneeze made him miss the knock on the door. After all, he had a feeling he was about to die. He still felt under the weather since yesterday, and the sickness had completely knocked him down and was crushing him underfoot. His head ached, his nose was all scratched up, and although he was a little feverish, he was still cold.

The younger Uchiha stared at his heavily cold sibling for a moment. He hadn't been sick yesterday, how had the illness struck him so suddenly? Had their argument weakened him that much? He didn't seem to notice his arrival at all. With a soft thud, he set his schoolbag and his studies down on the floor and cautiously approached the bed. Not out of fear of getting sick, perhaps, but he was still a little reticent after yesterday. Finally, he sat down on the edge of his brother's bed and reached out to touch where he suspected his shoulder was under the thick layer of blankets. "Itachi," he breathed softly to draw attention to himself. The blanket moved in his direction.

Itachi startled when he felt the bed sag. He hadn't heard anyone come in and was even more surprised to hear his sibling. "Sasuke, what are you doing here?" He yelped in surprise, his feverishly clouded eyes bouncing with question marks. His heart leapt with joy that his little brother had appeared. He had thought he would never see him again, yet here he was! Immediately he sneezed mightily as the coldness of the room assaulted him. He had sealed all the cracks under the covers to protect himself from the sudden draft.

"I came to see if... there was something wrong with you," Sasuke muttered, not adding that by something he meant mainly that he might be cutting his wrists, "I didn't know what was wrong with you when you didn't come to school." He examined his brother's face, hot with temperature, and gently touched his cheek. "You're on fire," he was horrified at the tactile sensation, "have you been to the doctor? You need to take some medicine... where's your paracetamol?" Getting sick like this before Christmas was nothing short of amazing, hopefully he'd recover by Christmas Eve.

"I haven't been, I thought I'd cure it during the day this morning," Itachi replied weakly, swallowing dryly. The fever was draining him badly. He couldn't even blink his eyelids normally. "The pills are in my shoebox in the closet." And he was quickly unwrapping the toilet paper again. Usually a whole roll would do for a big cold like that. As cold as he was, a warmth was beginning to spread in the center of his chest. His brother had come. If he never wanted to see him again, he wouldn't come here and worry about how he was feeling.

Sasuke nodded and stood up to hand him the medicine. Strangely enough, Itachi had to keep the first aid kit on the top shelf, which was a bit of a complication since he wasn't as tall as his brother and he didn't feel like taking the rolling work chair instead of the stool, hmm, not exactly. As he tiptoed around and groped for the box, he inadvertently knocked over another one that was similar in size to the other in his efforts and yelped as he was showered with a shower of glossy papers and photo frames. Fortunately, no glass shattered.

The older Uchiha sat up on the bed and froze. Sasuke was never supposed to see this. A large number of his brother's photos of all ages were lying around. He'd had them printed at a photo lab to make them last as long as possible. He didn't even gasp when Sasuke picked up a framed one, it was from his birthday this year and he was laughing so prettily. If he could act normal until now, he must have looked like a maniac with this.

The short-haired young man realized where the decorations in Itachi's room he had been pondering yesterday must have ended up. He picked up photos of himself from the floor, there were plenty of them. Some he didn't even know where they were taken! His eyes wandered over to his brother, for whom it wasn't quite clear now if his cheeks were so flushed because of his fever or embarrassment. He took a deep breath, and instead of repeating yesterday's outburst, he just stated, "So I don't know if you love me or if you want to commit some kind of voodoo assassination on me." He left the box of photos lying next to the bed and finally dug out the first aid kit as well.

Itachi's cheeks burned like glowing stones, and it wasn't the fever. "I would never dare," he squeaked hoarsely, blowing his nose hastily. He was already considering just tying a piece of rag to his nose. It was like a tap. He'd rather bury himself. Sasuke shoved the pills into his hand and went into the kitchen to make some new tea. The elder Uchiha stared at the shiny little platter, wondering just what he was going to tell Sasuke. Surely he hadn't just come here for the care, but for an explanation as Kisame had promised him yesterday.

Even though Itachi's health was pretty poor, Sasuke was glad that he finally knew what was wrong with him. The helplessness and uncertainty was terrible. He was even relieved enough to consider tapping the blond antagonist and offering him a cup as well, but in the end he waved it away and just prepared two cups of black tea with lemon and honey for Itachi. When he returned to his room, he noticed that the box with his photos was tucked under the bed, as if Itachi was ashamed of his obsession. He was amused. "You don't have to hide it anymore now," he assured his brother, pushing the steaming cup towards him, "although I'd be very interested to see what your roommates had to say about this decoration of yours."

"Um, well... Deidara doesn't come here and Kisame... Kisame knew everything." His toothy friend was his faithful willow, and without it, he certainly wouldn't have kept it a secret for so long. Every time he confided in him, he felt a little relieved for a moment. In the meantime, he set his pillow against the wall and leaned against it. He tried to wash down the spit out pill with hot tea, prolonging the time. It was all coming down to the most important conversation of his life and he suddenly felt like he didn't know what to say. He dropped his eyes to the rippling steaming surface like a chaste virgin.

To be honest, Sasuke wasn't too into the big C conversation either. He still found the whole thing so surreal and absurd, but he told himself that this time he wouldn't react as violently as he had yesterday, that is, unless Itachi went crazy and started kissing him again. He took a few sips of the hot tea, which was probably the loudest sound in the room for a few minutes as neither of them knew how to actually begin. "Is the pill working yet?" Sasuke finally asked instead, trying to kill some more time before they got to the most important part.

Itachi blew his nose for the umpteenth time and took a deep breath. "Maybe a little," the warm tea was working much better and the headache wasn't going to subside right away. His eyes flew to the alarm clock on his desk before he started talking. It was around noon... "Sasuke, how come you're not at school?" He could have thought of it right away, but apparently the acute flu had prolonged his thinking at least twice. Did his brother really run away from school just because of him? That was... sweet.

"I felt it was more important to find out what's wrong with you than to hear endlessly about post-war literature," the younger Uchiha replied calmly, only praying in his mind that Itachi wouldn't question how he came by the excuse. He'd still have to decide what to do with the Saturday that Hashirama had suggested.
He took a deep breath and pinned his eyes on Itachi. "That's not important. I think there's something you and I need to talk about," he mumbled resignedly.

Itachi swirled the hot tea in his cup for a moment longer before taking a deep breath to give himself courage. He had too much courage for a kiss, and for an explanation, it suddenly vanished into thin air. He glanced over at his brother, it seemed he was really expecting an explanation... He blew his nose at it some more. "I... I wanted to apologize for yesterday first. It wasn't supposed to be like that at all. I gave in to my desire and forgot about the consequences. Like scaring you to death by kissing you out of the blue without any prior indication, warning... It was weak and cowardly of me. I've fantasized about telling you the truth many times, but each time I've changed my mind, thinking I couldn't do it to you. I can't turn the brother you love so much into a monster. My feelings are... pure... they just shouldn't be directed towards you, but towards a normal partner. I don't even know how it started, but ever since I was a little boy, I've wanted to protect you, to be with you, to help you, to be there when you needed me. All through my childhood, I was a normal, very caring brother, maybe too much so. A lot of things changed with puberty. You change and grow up, intuitively looking for a sexual partner. I had a few dates with girls, they liked me, so even with my shy nature it was easy, but I found it didn't mean anything to me. I was afraid to admit to myself that I might be into guys and for a long time I neglected everything sexual, just to avoid accidentally finding out the truth about myself. It was just more cowardice. I just didn't have anyone I could confide in at the time. And dad, you know how he always has something against anything outside his semblance of normality. I was consumed by the fear that he might throw me out on the street, give me up as a son. I was so scared I didn't even tell mom. I'm sure she would have understood, but I couldn't. No one was allowed to know. I hid it inside, kept it under my hat..." Itachi took a ragged breath as he told his story. He had never told it in such detail, not even to Kisame.
"Still, I knew full well that I was turned on by boys. Sometimes I couldn't resist looking it up on the internet and looking up different videos and pictures. I was always embarrassed about it and the next day I was like a thorn in my side that our father had somehow found out what I was looking at on the internet. Just when I had somehow accepted my secret, the next blow came. It was you. I was as close to you as I've ever been to anyone. We were together as often as if we'd been born twins. I told myself it was normal, that we just had a great relationship, but one day... It was summer and you were swimming naked in the pool, our parents weren't home, and I was in my room getting my cell phone to play music. We wanted to do a little rebellion. I just walked over to the window and watched you having fun and exposing yourself. The way the sparkling water washed over you and you floated there carefree, the way God made you... that's when I got my first boner from you," Itachi said with a tight voice, not daring to look up at his brother. "I was so damn hard, and I was looking at you. You were twelve and I found out at eighteen that I wanted my little brother, still a kid, in my bed. I was disgusted with myself, I hated myself. It was such a horrible time, mom wanted to send me to a psychologist. But I comforted her by telling her that it was just that I would be graduating soon and I still didn't know what career I wanted to pursue for the rest of my life. Once I found that out about myself, I couldn't look at you as innocently as I did before. You were just so sweet and innocent, and I was so afraid that if I told you everything, you would not only not understand, but you would be afraid of me, you would be disgusted, you would tell it at home to our parents... I lasted two years. I could pretend every day that everything was fine. When you cuddled up to me or told me stories from school. I was there for you. A brother who never disappoints and always helps with a word or an action. But after those two years, I knew I couldn't take it anymore. And that at 14, you have a right to something other than your brother's sick love. I had to leave. I know it hurt you more than anything that I left and left you home alone, but I couldn't stay. The monster in me wanted out, and I couldn't keep it in. I picked a college of education that was as far away from our town as possible so I couldn't commute every week and make the excuse that it was too far away. I also foolishly thought that if I stopped seeing you, those feelings would fade and disappear over time. I was hoping for a motto: Out of sight, out of mind. But it didn't work. I kept thinking about you. I was looking for every piece of information, a picture on Facebook, anywhere, from our parents. It was too damn little. Out of necessity, I tried a few relationships. In the capital, I didn't have to worry about being outed. It was much easier than in Konoha. Everything was on the Internet. I even lasted a few months with a couple of guys, but then I painfully realized they were just substitutes for me. Imitations of you. I was picking types that looked a lot like you. Black hair, younger than me...
I also met Kisame in college. He's been my roommate since freshman year. He caught me jerking off over your pictures," Itachi blushed again like a rose in bloom, "and then I confided in him about everything. He was the first person who knew everything about me. That I was gay and turned on by my own brother. Oddly enough, he didn't disown me, which I never understood, but I'm grateful for that. When I shared my secret, I was relieved. There was a man who didn't immediately condemn me, but continued to talk to me as if I was someone normal. That gave me a boost of confidence, and Kisame later started advising me to finally tell you. That you're almost an adult and that I still have to tell you one day. But then my cowardice kicked in again. You really were an adult, but because I left, you made close friends elsewhere, and I saw that you didn't need me as much anymore. You were already an independent teenage boy, eager to explore the world, to try what he could afford, to experiment. Could I have interfered in your life like that? I couldn't, preferring to hide behind the mask of a friendly brother again, and for the brief time I was home, I didn't bat an eyelid. I didn't even go home during the summer holidays because I could be alone with you for more than a few hours... Yet when choosing where I wanted to teach, Konoha suddenly seemed like a great place. Even Kisame wanted to come back, and I... I just needed to see you more than once a month. I came back, and suddenly I found out that you weren't just waiting me to come back and start dating. You didn't know anything, and you were dating girls, trying boys. That realization was like a sharp dagger that cut me from the inside out. You were normal, you weren't looking for a partner at home, but like everyone else in your neighborhood, at school. And at school, I'd make up any excuse I could to have a word with you, to look at you. At Kisame's insistence, I was about to tell you how you were with me in detention, but your class teacher interrupted us and suddenly my courage left me, and then when I found out you were with Hashirama... I freaked out. I couldn't believe he usurped you so easily. Just a snap of the fingers, whereas I had dreamed of it for years, with no vision of it ever happening. I was an obnoxious jerk to everyone around me, and I'd like to apologize for that. I shouldn't have done it. I was punishing you for something that wasn't your fault in the first place. It hurt so much, the knowledge that I could never have you unless I tore our entire relationship so far to pieces. I'd have to destroy your whole idea of me. And as my whole life was riddled with cowardice... I didn't do it.
Yesterday, Kisame presented me with a choice. Either I tell you myself, or he tells you everything when you leave. I didn't want to make myself look worse than I already was for not even being able to say it myself. By the time I got around to explaining it to you in words, you were curled up in my arms. You were beautifully warm, with naughty little sparks twinkling in your eyes. I could smell your deodorant, and Shisui would probably say it was the sweetest, most fragrant thing I'd ever smelled in my life, and I knew I wanted it. My self-control crumbled and without asking, I took what I had only wanted for years, your kiss..." Itachi paused for a moment as his thoughts drifted to the sweet moment their lips connected. "It was so tender, like a flower unfurling under the rays of the morning sun, so beautiful and too brief... too much. Still, it will be the nicest moment in my love life that I've taken... Sasuke, now you know everything that drove me to this and how it all came about. And I ask for nothing more than your understanding. I want you to know that whichever way you decide to handle our relationship, that's how I'll handle it. I'll move out of town and we'll never see each other again. I'll disappear somewhere far away if that's what you want. I know this must be uncomfortable for you, yet I would ask you to think this over carefully, since my future life will depend on your decision." At the end of it all, Itachi blew his nose as if for the umpteenth time, his chest clenched in icy fear as he awaited his verdict.

Sasuke remained staring open-mouthed at his brother, a tornado of emotions swirling inside him, changing, escalating and evolving with every word Itachi spoke. At first he frowned, and the moment his brother told him about the first time he had aroused him, his face contorted slightly in disgust, but as Itachi went into his later years, his brows straightened until they rose up in surprise and his lips parted slightly as he tended to react to something several times, each time taking a breath but not getting a single word out.
His insides clenched. There was so much... so much pain being transmitted to him from Itachi that it was almost physically hurting him, and he couldn't even imagine how much it must have hurt him. Certainly excruciating... and for so many years! He finally knew the truth. He finally knew what had happened then, finally Itachi had revealed his heart to him and the reasons why they had been estranged then, why he had lost his beloved brother.
He remained silent. His throat was so tight he couldn't speak, even though he wanted to, wanted to scream, wanted to shake Itachi, why only now, why couldn't he have known this long ago... But he understood. He understood what his brother was afraid of, why he hadn't told him. That made it all the more painful. As he focused solely on his mental state, the mug of tea suddenly slipped from his fingers and the hot liquid splashed onto his knees.
"'Ow, shit!" he growled, standing up abruptly, "fuck." It wasn't exactly what he wanted to say, but he was actually a little glad for the distraction that brought them back to reality. Itachi handed him the toilet paper and the short-haired young man tried to dry himself and the carpet. It burned pretty badly, but the scalds would surely heal by tonight. Finally, Sasuke set the empty mug down on the table and stood by the window, his back to his brother. He was looking out at the park, covered in a thin layer of frost that seemed to be replacing the snow they still hadn't seen in early December.
"So many years," he whispered then in a croaky voice, "so many years lost... I'm sorry, Itachi." When the young man turned back into the room, his eyes were filled with tears. "You should never have been alone on this. You had no right to deny me the truth," he sobbed, taking a few steps back to Itachi to hug him tightly, "forgive me. I'm sorry you suffered so much for me and gave up your home and family." So many things fell into place that it scared him, and at the same time... knowing that there was someone who loved him so much that he would deny himself and give up everything for his sake was beautiful... more beautiful than he could say.