Roses, the symbol of love, are a man's top choice for expressing his feelings to a woman. However, to Uchiha Sasuke, roses were merely cheap props used to pick up girls. Whenever he flashed a confident smile, whispered a few sweet words in a soft voice, and presented a rose, he could easily make a girl's heart flutter with joy.
Day after day, Sasuke played this shallow game of romance without ever tiring of it. No one knew that behind his dashing smile lay a dark, taboo sentiment unacceptable to the world: he harbored feelings for his older brother, Uchiha Itachi, that transcended fraternal bonds.
The smiles and kindness Sasuke offered those girls were nothing more than an act. He used them to conceal his twisted desires, much like a rose with a decaying core wrapping itself in layers of petals to hide its ugliest side. As if by flirting with girls, he could deceive himself that Uchiha Sasuke was just like other boys who enjoyed the company of the opposite sex, and that he wasn't a deviant attracted to his own brother.
Yet, in moments of solitude, those feelings would occasionally clamor in the quiet of the night, unsettling his mind and driving him to slip into his brother's room in search of@#a shred of solace@. Ever since Itachi joined Akatsuki, an international organization, he only stayed at home four days a month. The drastic reduction in their time together had caused their relationship to grow distant and estranged. Still, Itachi’s room was filled with memories of childhood intimacy: this was where Itachi had comforted him when he was too scared to sleep after a ghost story; where Itachi had patiently guided him through his studies; and where Itachi had bandaged the wounds left from his training...
The room's furnishings were incredibly sparse—a low table, a bookshelf, and a wardrobe. It was so austere that one might suspect its owner was an ascetic monk. Only family and close friends knew that Uchiha Itachi had a sweet tooth and would buy local snacks whenever he had a free moment on missions.
Thinking of his brother's boyish side, Sasuke's lips curved into a faint smile. He took out a leftover rose and idly toyed with it, plucking the petals one by one in a game of divination.
"He loves me...he loves me not... he loves me...he loves me not...he loves me..."
Plucking the fifth petal, Sasuke corrected himself with a self-deprecating murmur, "Or rather, he won't love me in that way..."
As fate would have it, this self-mockery was overheard clearly y by Uchiha Itachi, who opened the door and walked in. Startled by his brother's sudden return, Sasuke hastily set the rose on the low table and forced himself to look composed, greeting him, "Niisan, you're back!" Itachi keenly caught the subtle tremor in Sasuke's voice. He scanned the room— there were no other visitors, and the bookshelf showed no signs of being disturbed. Sasuke clearly hadn't come to look up information. Itachi asked, "Sasuke, what are you doing in my room?"
"I couldn't sleep, so I wanted a change of scenery." Sasuke's answer wasn't entirely a lie, but Itachi's intuition told him something was wrong with his younger brother. The rose on the low table and the strange comment about "won't love me in that way" provided clues: his brother was troubled by matters of the heart.
Sasuke@ had been constantly surrounded by many women@ but never had a steady partner, nor did he ever bring a girlfriend home. This was highly suspicious. Uchiha Itachi asked, "Sasuke, who do you actually like?"
"Some feelings are like roses—beautiful on the outside, but if you carelessly reach out to grab them, you are bound to get hurt," Sasuke replied evasively, hinting without revealing a name. Itachi probed further, "Could it be that you've fallen for someone else's partner?" If that were the case, he would have to convince his brother to abandon such a foolish notion immediately and give up on a hopeless love. Itachi clasped one hand around Sasuke's neck, the web of his hand pressing against the Adam's apple. He used this threatening posture to warn his brother of the consequences of lying. With just a bit of pressure, Sasuke could suffocate at any moment.
Faced with this lethal threat, Sasuke made no attempt to dodge. It had been so long since he had experienced such intimate physical contact with Itachi, and a part of him wished that hand would stay just a few seconds longer. He swallowed instinctively, his gaze locked onto his brother's pitch-black eyes, silently conveying an unspeakable longing.
The pads of Itachi's fingers pressing against the side of Sasuke's neck felt a racing pulse. In his brother's eyes swirled the same pure trust from childhood, mixed with a certain desire—similar to the look young Sasuke gave him when begging for snacks, yet profoundly different. The expression startled Itachi. Maintaining his outward composure, Itachi released his grip on the fragile neck. His fingertips slid along the cold metal chain toward the faded, crest-shaped pendant, lifting the necklace Sasuke wore. He asked, "Sasuke, you are no longer a child who gets lost in the forest. Knowing this necklace contains a tracking jutsu, why do you keep wearing it? With a ninja's salary, you could buy much nicer accessories."
His elder brother's face was mere inches away, his breath brushing against Sasuke's skin like a tease. A tingling numbness spread from where Itachi touched, causing Sasuke's cheeks to flush crimson. He murmured, "Just because I like it..."
To Sasuke, the faded necklace was the most important bond between him and his brother, a testament to their past intimacy, so he had never considered replacing it.
"Is it truly just that?" Itachi let go of the necklace and whispered into Sasuke's ear, "Still wearing the sixth birthday present I gave you, staying alone in my room dressed in nothing but a thin jinbei, wearing an expression that practically begs for something... Sasuke, are you seducing me?"
Hearing this, Sasuke's heart skipped a beat, and he guiltily averted his gaze. Before he could think of a proper response, his slightly parted lips were captured by another pair, bearing the brunt of Itachi's forceful, domineering invasion. The air in his lungs grew scarce under the predatory kiss, and saliva he couldn't swallow in time spilled from the corner of his mouth. Sasuke suddenly pushed his brother away, panting as he wiped the remaining moisture from his lips, wondering if he was caught in a genjutsu or dreaming.
In Sasuke's memory, the rational and composed Uchiha Itachi seemed completely immune to romance, certainly not someone who would deliver such a fierce kiss. His brother's actions left him utterly bewildered， "Why did you suddenly do that?"
Itachi could hardly believe his ears. His brother, who idly picked up girls with roses, was surprisingly naive. He wanted nothing more than to devour Sasuke whole, @pinning him down to enjoy him to his heart's content@, yet Sasuke didn't even understand the meaning behind that kiss. Itachi began to explain, "I am tired of playing the ideal older brother. That 'good brother' was just an illusion created to satisfy societal expectations. The real me is simply a man who loves you and wants to monopolizes you."
"Stop joking! If you like me, why did you leave home? You must have grown tired of keeping your childish younger brother company a long time ago! I'm not like Shisui; I can't discuss those obscure, profound topics with you. Being with me must be so boring, right?" Sasuke vented his long-repressed grievances all at once, his agitated voice laced with the anger of being neglected.
"You think I left home because I found you annoying? Watching the person I desire grow up day by day, becoming more and more enticing. Do you think I felt nothing? Sasuke, you don't know what a severe trial that your existence is to me. What I want to do to you goes far beyond kissing, That's why I moved into the organization's dorms."
Itachi's confession threw Sasuke's thoughts into complete choas. He searched his memories related to Itachi, trying to find any evidence of his brother's romantic feelings. When Sasuke was thirteen, Itachi's behavior had turned strange: when Sasuke changed clothes, he deliberately looked away;Itachi no longer bathed with him and during the family's hot spring trips Itachi stayed in corner with his back to everyone; Itachi also requested Sasuke not to disturb him in his room at night, claiming he need to concentrate on work reports. Because of these things, Sasuke had complained to their mother, and Mikoto comforted him, "Itachi doesn't hate you. He probably just needs some personal space." Back then, Sasuke didn't quite understand what his mother meant, and his brother's coldness left him dejected. Even though Itachi would still help him whenever he ran into trouble, Sasuke felt they were no longer as close as they had been in childhood. Piecing together these past events with Itachi's confession, a sudden realization struck Sasuke: he wasn't some pathetic creature begging for Itachi's attention; from the very beginning, he held the key to making Itachi lose control. This realization sparked a surge of superiority in Sasuke's heart—the legendary genius praised by the clan, the seemingly omnipotent Uchiha Itachi, was completely helpless when facing his younger brother and had ultimately chosen to run away.
In the past, Sasuke had chased his distant older brother like a humble admirer, believing he had to reach the same heights in Itachi's field of expertise to draw his gaze back. But talent was cruel ; no matter how hard he tried, he could never become the dazzling genius ninja that Itachi was. Everything he did was a clumsy imitation, like a foolish clown trying to show off a bit of talent in front of a true genius, only making himself look stupid and ridiculous. Sasuke used to think that if he weren't Itachi's brother, Itachi wouldn't even bother spend time on him at all—a thought that consumed him when Itachi announced his move to the Akatsuki dorms. Yet, the stark reality before him was that he didn't need to do anything at all; his mere existence held immense sway over Itachi.
Now that Itachi's true feelings lay bare before him, raw and exposed like flesh ripped from the body, Sasuke decided to seize the opportunity. He grabbed Itachi by the collar and said, "Niisan, what else do you want to do besides kissing? I'm quite curious. Show me right now!"
No matter how outstanding one might be, humans ultimately cannot escape the entanglements of desires and emotions. The remnant of Itachi's self-control shattered instantly under Sasuke's blatant provocation. He untied the sash, removed Sasuke's jinbei top, and pinned him down onto the tatami mat. Gazing at Sasuke's elegant, refined face, his palm rested on the chest that heaved heavily with ragged breaths. He said, "Sasuke, you're quite bold. Knowing the consequences, you still dare to seduce me!" The warning words did not make Sasuke shrink back; instead, they fueled his desire for conquest. He wanted to see just how far he could push Itachi out of control.
"If I say this is what I want, can you refuse?" This sentence became the final straw that crushed Itachi's sanity. His hands greedily caressed the body he had yearned for day and night, his eyes meticulously scanning every inch of skin. Itachi's intense, reverent gaze—like a devout believer worshiping a sacred sanctuary—sent a wave of heat coursing through Sasuke. His hormone-fueled, adolescent body reacted quickly under his brother's touch. Noticing the unnatural bulge in the pants, Itachi stripped away his younger brother's final layer of clothing, leaving Sasuke bare before him like a newborn.
Freed from the constraint of fabric, the erect length stood proud. Without hesitation, Itachi took it into his mouth, sucking and licking. The intense pleasure of being enveloped by a warm mouth for the first time was too overwhelming. Sasuke writhed restlessly, his breath coming in sharp gasps. He tried to push Itachi away but ended up coming without any warning. His mind went entirely blank,and his face burning with embarrassment. Itachi silently licked away the thick fluid left on his lips. Looking at his brother's shy, endearing expression, a meaningful smile played on his lips. Itachi stood up to fish out a small bottle hidden in the wardrobe. Dabbing his fingers with lubricant, he reached into the hidden passage to explore. The tight inner walls gradually relaxed under his patient touch, and when a certain sensitive spot was pressed, Sasuke couldn't help but let out a low moan, urgently craving to be filled by something much larger.
The fingers finally withdrew, replaced by a hard, searing object that stretched open Sasuke's passage inch by inch. The tearing pain brought tears to the corners of his eyes. Soothing kisses rained down on his cheeks, and only after Sasuke relaxed did Itachi begin to thrust slowly. The discomfort of the invasion was soon overtaken by waves of pleasure@. The sensation of his brothers hardness rubbing against his inner walls gave Sasuke a true sense of being completely unified with Itachi for the first time. He was engaging in the most intimate human act with his brother. Sasuke felt no guilt whatsoever; instead, a wave of unprecedented excitement washed over him: he alone could make stoic and self-controlled Itachi completely lose control, defying all morality just to hold him close.
Itachi increased his speed and force, forcing ragged, begging whimpers from Sasuke's lips. A tidal wave of numbing pleasure surged ruthlessly through Sasuke's body and soul. Suddenly, a hot torrent poured into the violently contracting walls. Sasuke froze for a moment, then realized that it was proof of his brother reaching climax inside him. He trembled all over with excitement. After cumming for the second time, Sasuke lay limp on the tatami mat, gazing blankly up at Uchiha Itachi.
Itachi did not withdraw immediately. Propping himself up, he admired his younger brother's post-coital state: the messy bangs clinging to a sweat-dampened forehead, the hazy, moist eyes, the slightly parted lips gasping for breath, and the fair skin flushed crimson... It was the most beautiful sight Itachi had ever seen. Yet, he felt something was still missing. The faded pendant reminded him of what it was. Leaning down, he began to lick and bite the skin around Sasuke's collarbone. The sudden sting made Sasuke cry out in surprise, "Ngh... Niisan.. what are you doing..."
"I'm going to let those women know who you belong to!" With that, Itachi left several bright red bite marks resembling rose petals on the fair skin. His fingers tracing over the marks that claimed his ownership.
Itachi's possessive actions reignited the heat that had not yet settled in Sasuke's lower abdomen. Reaching up to loop his arms around Itachi's neck, he proactively pressed his lips against his brother's, clumsily sliding his tongue into Itachi's mouth in a tease. Mid-kiss, the member still buried inside him swelled once more, pressing against his inner walls. Just as Sasuke registered the change, Itachi thrust deep into his core without warning. The sudden assault made Sasuke gasp in shock, "Niisan... you... ah..."
"Seducing me comes with a price, Sasuke!" A dangerous curve tugged at the corner of Itachi's mouth. He lifted Sasuke's thighs, throwing the warm, slick passage wide open. The rigid shaft pulled back slightly before slamming hard back inside. Overwhelmed by his brother's fierce thrusts, Sasuke lost all bearing, his hands gripping Itachi's back tightly as his body rocked with every motion, surrendering completely as Itachi swept him once more into a tide of pure, ecstatic bliss.
The room faded into intermittent pants and the heavy sound of colliding flesh. The rose had been used for divination fell from the low table due to the violent tremors of their joining, greeting its decaying fate in a dark corner.
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