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Headphones dislodged and resting on his shoulders, Itachi keeps his eyes fixed on the man, aware of the laid-back confidence of his stance while both of them stand in front of Itachi’s front door.
Itachi takes a brief time to analyze the previous man’s words. Truthfully, it's not unexpected that this ‘threatening’ is coming out from someone like this ‘neighbor’, the kind of man that you can find wasting money in a pachinko all day and who—despite some wrinkles around his eyes and the smell of cigarettes coming off his clothes—is still genetically blessed with the good shape of his body. It’s clear that the man is way older than Itachi, two decades at least; same height, tough.
Then, after giving it some thought, Itachi almost rolls his eyes. He would have ignored the man if this weren’t about Sasuke, his pretty little brother.
The man starts to speak again, and Itachi, so politely for now, doesn’t interrumpt the nonchalant voice from his neighbor. No, Itachi doesn’t bother to stop him, not even when the man keeps talking with a smug smile on his face at the apparent calm of Itachi. The young Uchiha can even swear the monologue is borderline flirtatious, not quite from some ‘concerned neighbor’ like the man had previously introduced himself, someone who should go to authorities, like said neighbor has just stated.
“...I mean, it’s not like I want to cause you troubles guys, but... a little thing like him shouldn’t know what’s good for him, don’t ya think?”
Itachi’s gaze is finally assessing and contemplative. He knows that—despite the man’s words—Sasuke’s age isn’t the ‘trouble’ here, so Itachi doesn’t clarify that ‘age of sexual consent is sixteen in this country, sir’. A man like this one must already know about that.
But this won’t be a breaking point, and since there isn’t a polite way to tell him to ‘get off my dick’, as soon as the man pauses his verbosity, Itachi, with a tone that successfully hides how annoyed he feels, says, "So... you want to fuck him too or what?”
The man immediately stiffens, eyes narrowing.
It’s a logical question, whatever the neighbor’s name could be and whatever he’s trying to do confronting the young adult brother. The question isn’t a joke, not at all. Not despite the slight surprise of the man for the small change in Itachi’s behavior—still calm, though, even after all the twisted game the man obviously had wanted to engage in.
Before, without wasting any time with pleasantries, the man had approached Itachi before he could open his own entrance door apartment.‘Pardon me,’ he had said with a sing-song tone, ‘...but I have heard some strange noises, you see…’
Then he had proceeded to tell Itachi with a low voice how he had heard the other boy screams at night—the sounds coming through the joint walls of both apartments. Telling how he has heard two voices ‘like having a lot of fun’ many times throughout the day, especially during the weekend or holidays. Telling him, indirectly, that he also had heard moans—those cute breathless attempts of Sasuke, perhaps too loud, apparently—when Itachi’s hard cock invades his gaping hole, stirring up the inside of such a beautiful boy. The man had kept telling Itachi how he also had heard things falling to the floor, sometimes laughs filling the space right after, sometimes harsh grunts and sometimes soft praises, and then more moans, the kinds that shift into lovely cries. The man, although not saying any of that explicitly, did actually use those words, ‘cute’, ‘beautiful’ and ‘lovely’, and although he didn’t exactly clarify about the obvious familiar relationship between the two black-haired residents of apartment 1820, if he had heard Itachi’s soft praises, then he’s also aware about how Sasuke is such a good little brother.
Now, after the silence of the man at Itachi’s straightforward question, the young Uchiha goes on, “Ah, that’s not what you meant? You just want money? That’s it?” Itachi doesn’t need to turn the keys as Sasuke suddenly pulls the door further open, revealing his lean shape, narrowing black eyes already fixed on the strange man, obviously enlightened of what they had been ‘talking’ about, having heard them from the other side of the door. “Alright,” Itachi continues as Sasuke, stepping aside to give room for his brother to march inside the apartment, feels the soft brush of Itachi’s hand on his lower back, just out of the other man's line of sight. “Let just talk about it inside; do you agree, sir?”
With no real reason to worry or complain about whatever decision his older brother had just made, Sasuke steps back, crushing the nausea rising in his throat as the man takes Itachi’s invitation.
Sasuke has felt the half-lidded eyes of this ‘concerned neighbor’ on his body when walking through the hallway or going down the stairs, eyes trailing down Sasuke’s body, and surely Itachi has been aware of that same fact too…
So, let an idiot talk to authorities? Ask them for money? Hell, no.
Itachi isn’t naturally rude. Maybe in tone, sometimes, but everything he has said to Sasuke has never been cruel. Sasuke also has known for a while about the green-eyed monster residing in Itachi’s heart when something unwanted—like a man, woman or friend flirting with Sasuke—happens. Or when Sasuke has to react in certain way—cooing voice, fingers gracing a waist or arms—to avert unwanted attention on Itachi’s previous hands or lips so near Sasuke’s body, minimizing any possible public scandal. ‘You saw it wrong, idiot,’ Sasuke would tell, sometimes in a dark nightclub or when they had thought they were alone, all because brothers don’t kiss like they kiss.
It’s hard being lovers and hiding it.
That’s why Itachi’s apparent calm did little to calm his actual nerves. In fact, as the strange man corners him against the wall of the entryway area, it only heightens Sasuke’s senses. This is some particular turning point, one Sasuke isn’t sure how to react at.
"So I finally can see the little thing close, huh?”
Sasuke’s brow furrows, opting to look directly at the man’s eyes. “Ha. Ha. Hilarious.”
Then Sasuke gazes at his older brother, and, intrusively, he wonders if this is what Itachi really wants. Perhaps it’s an untold fantasy, watching another stranger smack his cock between the slender legs of Sasuke. Perhaps watch how his little brother is used, testing how long it will take for Sasuke to beg—beg for Itachi to stop it, or beg because it feels so good, testing how much Sasuke loves cock.
But it shouldn’t be the case. Itachi isn’t naturally rude but he isn’t nice. Not for the last years, not when Sasuke needs him every day, every night. Not when so many times his legs have moved entirely on their own, so close to Itachi until he can kneel, submit his whole existence to Itachi and press the lips of his mouth against his older brother’s cock, tongue greedily sliding as his throat dilates around the familiar length.
Now, Sasuke knows, every other person is a potential threat for Itachi, and the same goes for Sasuke. They’re possessive. They aren’t nice.
This must be for their own good.
Sasuke looks back at the man’s gaze, eyes going half-lidded as they watch Sasuke’s face.
“So, why you’re here, stranger?” The difference in height is obvious, perhaps something that had allured this man so much, even daring to finally approach them. Between the little space they have now, Sasuke slides his hand up through the man’s chest, not at all interested in asking his name. “We haven’t met.”
“Your brother invited me.” There is an intonation as if he wanted it to sound like a joke, a flirtatious one. Sasuke ignores it and doesn’t smile as the man gets closer. Incredibly close. “Fuck.” So much so that Sasuke can feel his breath brushing against his left ear, but Sasuke waits, not tilting his chin up like he would have done with Itachi, not quite feeling the anticipation of erasing the almost null space between them.
He waits like a good little brother.
The man says something else again, but Sasuke doesn’t bother to listen to it; he only crinkles his nose up when the smell of cigarette smoke drifts into his nose, making his brows furrowing hard too… And yet he waits, no longer following with his eyes at Itachi’s moves but knowing to be patient somehow.
Then the stranger’s thumb is placed under his chin, as if they have the habit of being this close. It’s just a second after when Sasuke feels the older man’s thigh roughly pressing between his legs to spread them effortlessly, all while he glances down to get a good look of Sasuke.
“I see why even your Nii-chan couldn’t resist you. You have such a slutty face.” Sasuke doesn’t reply back offended; he just keeps looking at the man now—their neighbor. A pervert, clearly. “God, I bet you’re really such a whore, aren’t you, pretty boy?”
Perhaps this man's cock has already started to fill in his pants, pulsing by a flow of blood. Perhaps the man is thinking about how he will feel inside Sasuke’s tight hole, how it will clench around his length as soon as he shoves it inside until reaching deep thrusts, until Sasuke’s hole sucks him in hungrily like he does with Itachi. That’s why he’s invited, he might be thinking.
But then, when the man leans down and he’s about to kiss Sasuke, Itachi saves him from it, the man's eyes going wide as the barrel of the brothers’ gun is being pressed into the side of his head. It's an old gun but quite deadly as Itachi's thumb pulls back the little metal piece of the hammer, preparing a new cartridge for its possible use.
“I think I have changed my mind. You’re not welcome here, not any more.”
The man slowly raises his hands, one surrending gesture. He doesn't dare to say something, eyes still looking down at Sasuke, gun still pressing his head. On his own, the man starts to back away, quite understanding the insanity of the love between the younger men or the actual disturbance he has done to their lives. He’s not the one who wants to hide the pretty boy in his ribcage, wanting to steal Sasuke away from all types of people.
Any arrogance is crushed down as Itachi tells the man, “Go away.”
“Yes, man. Sure.”
It’s just one minute later that Itachi’s tongue slips into his brother’s mouth, tracing it along the back of his teeth. They’re both alone as Sasuke moans, throwing his hands around Itachi’s neck, incredible aroused by what he has just seen.
They move to a couch, not breaking their kiss, Sasuke now reaching his hands to undo Itachi’s fly, putting one hand into it just to free the already hard cock of his brother. They break the kiss as his older brother sits down and Sasuke pulls his sweatpants and underwear off, climbing into Itachi’s lap, not wasting time to lower himself, grinding down against the perfect cock of his brother. Itachi helps him, gripping his own cock to align it with Sasuke’s hole, the tip not taking long to catch the pink entrance. Sasuke gives some rolls with his hips groaning as he places his hands on his older brother’s chest, both of them ignoring the lack of adequate lubrication as Itachi enters him.
It’s perfect, anyway. It always is.
“Sorry for that, love.”
“Fuck, Itachi– Shut up, you’re so amazing.”
Sasuke moves his ass up and down, and before Itachi could even utter a single word, Sasuke had already sealed his lips in a messy kiss, chasing more of the familiar taste but never stopping fucking on his brother’s cock until the sound of their bodies moving against each other is loud in the air.
Sasuke loves the sensation of his tight hole being split open. He wants the eyes of Itachi inspecting it later to see how he made it gape, overflowed with his cum.
Sasuke pulls away a bit as he tries to keep his gaze on Itachi’s, absolute pleasure traveling through his body.
“Yes, yes…!” Sasuke pants between heavy breaths. “Fuck, Itachi, you’re all mine, aren’t you?”
“All yours, my love. I'll keep giving you everything I have."
Like this, the first rope of Sasuke’s cum hits between their bodies, following more spurts of seed, and the possessive beast in Itachi finds contentment with being the only one who would ever see Sasuke’s expressions during an orgasm.
“Ah, I love you so much, Sasuke.”
Itachi’s nails dug into his lover’s hips as he shoot his cum out of him and onto his perfect brother’s hole.
Dark hair damp from the shower they had just taken, both feeling relaxed after a hard day, Sasuke can’t help but ask, "How many people do you think are living here?"
They’re cuddling on a new couch now, facing the big screen of a TV playing some series they aren’t longer paying attention to.
Itachi shrugs, although he knows the exact number.
“Come one. Like, on this floor?” Sasuke asks again, nudging softly his older brother, the intonation of his voice betraying the new playful tease he had wanted to hide.
Itachi glances down at him as Sasuke lifts his chin, pushing his head back into Itachi’s body so their eyes meet. Itachi’s eyelashes slightly flutter over his cheekbones, a blue light from the TV screen glowing all over his handsome features. Here, Sasuke doesn’t believe there could be a man more beautiful than his older brother.
"Mm, on this floor? About twenty, my love," Itachi answers him softly.
"Oh." Sasuke stirs, feeling good for having all the attention of Itachi over him. "Do you think sound travels... like in the other place?"
After a caress on one of Sasuke’s cheeks, Itachi pulls away from him to sit up on the couch, and Sasuke, as easily as he always has done, turns around and follows his older brother until he's sitting on his lap. Quickly, Sasuke’s hands wrap his neck while Itachi holds him by the waist, pulling him closer, hands sliding down slowly.
They have just moved here, apparently a better place. Something about filtering soundproofing materials installed when looking for available apartments.
"Not quite,” Itachi answers, too aware of Sasuke’s teasing, playing obliviousness. “Why?"
"Because," Sasuke says quietly, but it’s simply acting, already feeling the blood rushing to his groin when Itachi’s hands tighten at each side of his body. "If people might hear us, then we can't do anything, can we?"
Or perhaps they should stick to having more conventional sex—in their bedroom, door closed, some music sounding in the background. Not quite fun, not quite rough, not the kind of sex where Itachi only allows Sasuke to cum at his order, hands tied behind his back. Cries blooming from Sasuke as a bead of precum wells at the tip of his smaller cock, his mouth full of saliva and eyes watery as Itachi fucks him until the sound of skin slapping against skin is loud in the air.
But this place is apparently better; they maybe won’t have any trouble.
Sasuke shuffles closer, now feeling how his older brother sneaks a hand past the hem of his shirt, fingertips moving up against the flat flesh of his stomach. The other hand slid lower, the fingers wrapping around the waistband of Sasuke’s dark sweatpants, pulling him and keeping him in place.
"How much longer are you out of school?" Itachi’s soft breath caresses his jaw and the living room starts to feel hot.
"Two weeks," Sasuke replies quickly, starting to shamelessly roll his hips into his brother's, cheeks burning with embarrassment of not having waited a day before giving himself so easily to Itachi.
“Good, two weeks all for me.” It sounds like a promise, and Sasuke loves it. He adores the way the mouth of Itachi starts to kiss the skin of his neck—soft kisses of pure love. “So… perhaps just try to not behave like a whore, my pretty boy.”
Sasuke doesn’t scoff as Itachi had expected at the silly reminder of those same terms used by their previous ‘concerned neighbor’. Instead, Sasuke gives him a laugh, richer than usual, even exhilarated and they’re the only ones to hear it.
“So like a good boy, I guess?”
“Yes. Just like my good little brother.”
Their next kiss is sweet, despite the cries and obscene moans that will follow that night.