A/N Usual warnings apply: YAOI, shonen-ai, lemons (I will never be able to convey how much I hate that term, despite how much I love what it implies) boy x boy – if you don't know what I'm talking about, you should leave, if you don't like what I'm talking about, same. This is also my first INCEST though it is not Uchihacest btwn the canon Uchihas, so…I suppose it doesn't reeeeeally count. XD It's also twincest here, because I'm a freak like that.

Beware (in addition to the above) bad language and some Sakura-bashing. I don't really have a problem with Sakura, in the Shippuuden at least, but it's necessary to the plot.

AU in which Temari and Shikamaru are the parents of Sasuke and Naruto, who…well, you'll see. XD

Owning Naruto or Sasuke would mean I'm Mashashi Kishimoto, and I doubt he spends his time writing SasuNaruSasu. I mean, I don't know for sure, and I'd kind of love it if he did – but that's not the point. You get the point. I do noooot own.

"I think I hate my girlfriend."

"Wha?" My brother turns to look at me, ramen pouring from his lips. I shudder.

"Ugh, Naruto, do you have to be so disgusting? Swallow, please!" I pat my chin with a napkin, because, unlike a certain twin of mine, I have manners.

"Dodn't chadgge dthe topig," Naruto says, his mouth still ever-so-gracefully stuffed to the point of resembling overgrown chipmunk cheeks. "Whaddyouu mead?"

"Swallow." I insist. I swear, genetics aside, my twin brother and I are absolutely nothing alike. We don't even look alike. We're the same height, but that's about it. Oh, well, both our eyes are dark black, but his turn blue when he gets emotional, and mine turn scarlet, we're not really sure why. I have the hair and complexion of our father (though thankfully I don't opt for his ridiculous ponytail) and Naruto has the blondness of our mother, though he does not share her brains. Most of the time, I feel much more than ten minutes older than him. Sure, we're both seventeen, but I at least have the decency to swallow my food when someone is trying to tell me something important!

Finally, Naruto chews his massive amount of ramen and swallows (after I've already put my dishes in the dishwasher of course – he is so slow).

"What do you mean?" he asks, seriously this time. I sigh.

"She's just…not right for me." It's true. I've been wanting to tell someone this for a long time, because I've never broken up with anybody, and Naruto is quite the heartbreaker.

"But Sakura's so hot!" he exclaims. Well, this certainly calls for a smack on the forehead, which I give him. "Ouch!"

"She's also a brainless idiot." Heh. Now he's rubbing where I hit him. Dobe. He's so goddamn childish. "She always tries to go too far."

"What the fuck? Who would turn that down?" Naruto's eyes grow wide. "Dude – are you still a virgin?"

"Shut up."

Of course, that just makes him burst out laughing as my face erupts in a blush. I shouldn't even be embarrassed!

"There's nothing wrong with being a virgin when you're seventeen, Naruto!" I growl at him. "It just means I have some fucking self-control." I will never, ever admit to him the reason I haven't let myself go that far is because I'm actually terrified. I don't know why, but the idea of sex just scares the hell out of me. Girls are hot, yeah. Girls try and have sex with me all the time, yeah (though I just don't get why). "It's not like I don't have the opportunity, okay? I just don't have the feeling. I'm not there yet, I never have been." I look down. "Look, I never should have told you this. Just…forget I mentioned it, okay?"

"Yeah, right, bro." He scoffs and I'm already regretting it. I put my head in my hands and groan.

"You're gonna tell everyone we know that I'm some kind of asexual freak, aren't you?" I sigh, resigned for the worst.

"You know me too well, big brother," he winks. Fuck.

"If you must, could you please wait until after I break up with Sakura?" I move to go up to my room. Both our mother and father work til late, even on Saturdays like today, so Naruto and I basically take care of ourselves. Given that it's merely midday, and of course I finished all my homework yesterday evening, I don't have much to do but turn the T.V. on and feel my brain happily atrophy as my brother procrastinates on the same homework I've finished.

"Will do," he concedes – then he puts a hand on my arm. "If you do my history paper this weekend."

I slap his hand away.

"In your dreams, baka. Remember the last time I did you a favor like that? You got an A and your teacher was so suspicious she made you sign a form saying you really did write the paper yourself? No way in hell am I wasting another hour doing your stupid work. You'd get caught for sure this time."

He flashes me a pout, and then an all-too familiar smirk crosses his face. Oh no. I know that look.

"But you have to help me with my homework, Sasuke," he cajoles. He stands up (leaving the empty ramen bowl on the table, the slob) and looks me straight in the eye.

"And why is that?" I cross my arms.

"Because I can tell you how to break up with Sakura," he grins. "Unless, of course, you think you can do it yourself…"

Aw, shit.

"Fine," I growl. "I'll do your damn paper if you teach me how to break up with Sakura without hurting her or making her hate me."

He raises an eyebrow.

"You actually care about her hating you?'

I raise my own eyebrow, mirroring him.

"You think I give a fuck what people think about me? Hell, no. I just…" My shoulders fall into slump and I collapse onto my chair again. "Look, she's not a bad person. She's just a little too ditzy for my type. And I just don't want to hurt her, okay?"

Naruto looks slightly taken aback that I actually have feelings. Well, sucks for him. I really don't wanna hurt Sakura. I just can't take another of her all-too-needy make-out sessions. I'm so sick of her trying to stick a hand down my pants and up my shirt. I haven't let her go past first base. I don't want it. But it's getting hard to hide from her that I'm, well, not.

"Er…okay, then, I guess. Well, so when do you want me to tell you the best way to break up with h—" He's cut off as the phone in the living room starts to ring. I move to answer it; my idiot brother won't answer any phone call unless he knows it's for him.

"Moshi-moshi," I speak formally into the phone.

"Sasuke-kun, it's me," my dad says. He sounds lazier than usual, which probably means there's a huge problem going on.

"What is it, Dad?" I ask. Naruto comes up behind me, trying to listen to what the response is. I try to swat him away, irritated, but he grabs my wrist instead and sticks his tongue out childishly. I roll my eyes and try to ignore the ramen grease he gets on my skin.

"Have you looked outside today?"

"No, what is it?" It's mid-January and too cold for me to venture outside.

"Well," he sighs, "the snow is practically three feet. Not only is our car snowed into the garage, your mother and I can't even leave the building. We're going to have to spend the night at the office."

"What? Damn, Dad, I'm sorry! Are you guys going to be okay?"

"Well, it's really troublesome, of course, but we'll be fine. Will you kids be all right without us? We'll probably be home around evening tomorrow, once the snow plows make it and the weather clears." I can hear my mother dithering in the background about the high winds. Jeez, she has such a thing for wind.

"Yes, Dad, we'll be fine. See you then." I hang up the phone.

"What is it?" Naruto asks. All of a sudden, I realize he's still holding my wrist. I wrench it playfully out of his grip.

"Don't touch me, dobe. We're gonna have to spend some quality time together, apparently, because no one in this town is going anywhere anytime soon," I say. I walk over to the windows and pull open the curtains. Both my brother and I gasp a little. Outside is completely white. Snow is everywhere.

"Aw, fuck!" Naruto exclaims. "So Mom and Dad are snowed in?"

"Yeah," I respond, "and so are we." He looks so upset I can't help but grin (it may seem sadistic, but you'd understand if Naruto was your brother. He is soooo funny when he's pissed). "Why the long face? Got a date, my baby brother manslut?"

He shoves me a little, blushing.

"Shut up. As a matter of fact, no I do not, but that doesn't mean I wanna be stuck in here with my pristine twin." He runs his hand through his hair and something occurs to me.

"Hey, can I ask you a question?" I can feel the same blush on his face spread across my own.

"I thought you wanted me how to teach you to ditch the bitch," he smiles evilly.

"Will you be serious for a second?" I exclaim, exasperated.

"Okay, okay, sorry." He goes to sit on the couch and I sit next to him. I wonder why we never heard the snow before, it's howling now and flinging itself against the window. I take a good look at my brother. Given what I'm planning to ask, my opinion of him is probably about to change forever. I want to take the time to memorize his face, the huge eyes that are starting to tint themselves blue with the excitement of our morning, the thin scars that make his face so interesting, his puffy, experienced lips. I know he knows I'm embarrassed, not because of my blush, which I'm pretty good at hiding, but because of my eyes. Other people don't always notice when they change from midnight to fire, because the change in my eyes is subtler than the change in his. But Naruto always knows. He always sees. No matter how much we joke around, he will always be the person who knows me best. And it's kind of weird, considering how I'm the older one, that I'm about to ask him this, but this is just how our situation is.

Okay, enough stalling. I just have to say it.

"Naruto…what's sex like?"

His eyes, deeper now, widen in disbelief. A very thick pause spreads between us. I gulp and look away, furious with myself for even asking, and then –

He laughs.

Now I'm furious at him.

"It's not funny! I'm serious!"

"I know, I know!" he chokes out. I roll my eyes again.

"Please? I really want to know."

He looks straight at me and his laughter quiets. I know he can see the sincerity.

"Alright, look," he says awkwardly. "Wanna know the truth?"

I nod, feeling like such an idiot. I'm supposed to be the more mature one! This is not how it should be! But I take my humility and sit quietly, waiting for him to continue.

"I've only done it twice," he admits, "and I have to say it wasn't all that great."

"Really?' Well, that's kind of a let-down.

"Truth is, I liked what led up to the sex part the best. I liked the kissing and the touching better than…um….the….uh….end." He clears his throat, even more awkwardly than before.

"You mean, the…uh…end wasn't that good?" I press on.

"Well, it was okay. I mean, it was nice, I guess. It just wasn't as mindblowing as I thought it would be." He runs a hand through his hair again, and I'm kind of relieved to see his eyes turning even more blue, so I know I'm not the only one affected. "But what led up to it was great, really. Hinata's really good at the leading-up part."

"Too bad you guys broke up," I say, and I mean it. Hinata's a nice girl, despite her weird speech thing, but she was busy with some other guy now. "But…really? The leading-up part? The kissing? Sakura was never really good with that."

"Well, it was more than just kissing," he grins coyly. "But yeah, kissing too." He leans in close, probably to make me uncomfortable. "I just love the way her lips were so soft…and her hands were so delicate…" He winks at me.

"What a pansy," I scoff. "Sakura is way rougher than that. She practically makes me bleed." I'm exaggerating, of course, but why not. I run a nail along Naruto's bare arm, playing his stupid game right back.

"Oh, you like it rough, do you, nii-san?" His eyes open wide in mock-apprehension, still grinning at me, and he moves closer teasingly. "Sakura can't give it to you rough enough?" In answer, I move even closer, tracing the scar in his cheek with the point of my fingernail. I don't know what we're doing. We always tease each other, but not like this. Never like this.

Then I see that his eyes have no trace of black in them anymore. They are deep, passionate, ocean-blue, and I'm not sure we're teasing anymore. I don't know what we're doing.

"No," I whisper. "She can't." Somehow, we've (in?)voluntarily moved closer to each other on the couch, so that our knees our touching.

Touching.

Not playing anymore.

We are touching.

"Nii-san..." His voice is weak. "Maybe you didn't like the kissing part because it wasn't the right person for you to kiss. Maybe you just need someone who loves you. Not just someone who wants you."

I gulp and nod. He's moving closer and I'm moving closer and this is happening too fast.

"Maybe you're right," I hear myself say.

Then our lips touch, just the lower ones and just for a second, but they touch and our world is never going to be the same again.

"You're my brother," I say quietly into his mouth, which is open just a millimeter from mine. My heart is pounding into his chest and I don't know what to do with my hands, but I don't pull away. I don't pull away. "You're my twin brother, and I love you, but it's not supposed to be like this…"

My body is telling me I'm lying. My brain is screaming it wants this, my heart is pounding it wants this, and the ache between my legs is throbbing it wants this. It should be wrong. This should be wrong. The feelings should be wrong. And yet, they're not.

His soft pants of breath swamp my face and I want to taste him.

"You're my brother," I say again. This can't be happening. "We should stop. We shouldn't do this. Maybe we should stop."

"Sasuke." His voice isn't weak now. It's strong and mature, yet gentle at the same time. His eyes are moons burning into my own eyes, too tainted and dark to be suns. "You don't want us to."

"Maybe we should stop," I repeat. I say it because I feel like it needs to be said, not because I want us to.

He lifts one hand to my hair and places the other in the crook of my back and pulls me close

and he kisses me

and he kisses me

and he kisses me

and I was wrong he was right I just had been kissing the wrong person all along because he was soft and firm and delicious and it should be wrong but it's not and I just want to keep kissing him forever but then he pulls away and I can't breathe—

He opens his mouth, panting harder than before, his swollen lips even more swollen. I've bruised them. I am his bruise.

"Sasuke…maybe we shouldn't."

Completely, totally, absolutely NOT the end. Updates as soon as possible (though I'm working on two other Sasu/Naru fics right now), with much more mature content.

Hope you're enjoying it so far! Please let me know what you think :)