by dropout kid
Summary: Itachi offers to help a struggling Sasuke with his ninja training as long as he gets something in return. Poor Sasuke has no idea was his aniki has in mind. Uchihacest.
Warning(s): Uchihacest, Yaoi, Lemons
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, nor will I ever throughout this story.
Chapter 1 – A Deal between Brothers
Sasuke growled and chucked another shuriken at the target; he missed, again.
If only stupid Itachi hadn't been "busy". His older brother was always busy. Sasuke didn't know with what exactly, but whatever it was, it was obviously more important than Sasuke and his ninja training, which was going absolutely nowhere.
His chest heaving, Sasuke threw a well aimed kick at the nearest tree branch, easily chopping it in two. What could be more important than Itachi's little brother?
Homework? No, Itachi hated homework; he had told Sasuke on several occasions that it was one of the major things he disliked about becoming a full fledged ninja. Surely he would much rather spend time with his little brother than do boring old homework, right?
"Stupid," Sasuke murmured again, running over to the tree in which a shuriken was deeply imbedded; even though he didn't hit the target, he must admit, he did have quite a lot of power behind his throw...
"I thought I would find you here, otouto."
A smile spreading across his childish face, Sasuke turned and faced his brother, his eyes lighting up. He knew his brother wasn't too busy to spend time with him! After all, he was his little brother.
"Aniki!" Sasuke ran to meet his brother, and then stopped before him, wringing his hands nervously. "I thought you were busy?"
"I was," Itachi smiled mysteriously. "But I can always make time for my little brother, right?" He looked around. "What are you working on?"
"I'm hitting targets," Sasuke said, pointing to the target. After he saw that no indentations had been made on the target's surface, he blushed and corrected himself, "I'm trying to hit targets."
Itachi didn't speak, but merely looked down at his blushing brother and smiled. His little brother looked adorable when he did that...
"Here, let me help you," Itachi pulled out a shuriken and handed it to Sasuke. "Show me what you've been doing."
Sasuke nodded. Getting himself into position, he stared at the target, his face screwed up in concentration. Itachi watched him, mildly amused. He noticed how his otouto's eyes narrowed, his nose scrunched up, and his little pink tongue would flick out of his little mouth every so often and moisten his dry lips.
Suddenly, Sasuke flung the shuriken. It rushed away from Sasuke at a deadly speed, making a loud whizzing noise. Itachi cocked an eyebrow as the shuriken zoomed past the target, and past the next five surrounding trees, and then planted itself deep within a leaf-covered elm tree. He sighed at looked carefully at Sasuke, whose face was the quickly becoming the color of his favorite food.
"Damn!" Sasuke cursed, burying his face in his tiny hands. "Stupid, stupid shuriken..."
Itachi slowly approached his groaning brother and put a comforting hand on his shoulder, startling Sasuke and making him pull his hands away from his tear stricken face.
"Why are you smiling at me?" Sasuke demanded, his voice dripping with anger. "Are you making fun of me because I'm not as good as you? Is that was it is?" Sasuke asked nastily.
"Not quite," Itachi said quietly, his small smile still remaining in place. "You're cute when you're flustered, that's all."
"I'm not cute!" Sasuke said defiantly, smacking his brother's hand off of him. "Puppies and kittens are cute. I am not cute."
"Very well," Itachi sighed. "Then what do you propose I call you then?"
"Call me?" Sasuke asked, confused. "What do you mean?"
"You said you weren't cute," Itachi said simply. "Would you prefer that I call you adorable? Handsome? Attractive? Flawless? Beautiful? Edible? Delicious?"
"Edible..." Sasuke repeated, an even more confused expression on his young face. "Edible... as in, something you eat?"
Itachi's smile widened. "So you prefer to be called, edible, do you? Not a bad choice, otouto, for I strongly agree."
"You're not making any sense," Sasuke accused, crossing his arms in front of his chest. "Are you going to help me or not?"
"I'll help you," Itachi said, his eyes locking onto his younger brothers. "But, only if you give me something in return."
"Huh? What do you want?" Sasuke asked, licking his lips nervously.
Itachi frowned when he saw that pink little tongue quickly slide out of Sasuke mouth, and then disappear as quickly as it had come.
"I want you," Itachi said simply. "I want all of you."
"You want me?" Sasuke repeated. "I d-don't understand, aniki. Do you mean you want to boss me around, and make me do your chores and stuff?" Sasuke furrowed his brow. His brother was acting odd.
"In a sense, yes," Itachi cocked his head to the side. "Basically, it's a game where I tell you what to do, and you have to do it, or there will be punishments. If I wanted you to do my chores, then you would have to. And that is the same for any other demand I have. Does that make sense?"
"Yes," Sasuke said cautiously. "But what if I say no? What if I don't want to do your chores?"
"Then, as I said, there will be punishments." Itachi said evenly. "Also, your training will end."
"Punishments?" Sasuke said nervously. "What kind of punishments?"
"It's a surprise," Itachi yawned. He was getting bored of his brother's stupid questions.
"But, I don't like surprises!" Sasuke exclaimed.
"Then don't misbehave," Itachi rolled his eyes. "It's very simple, otouto. Just do what I say when I say it, and everything will work out. Agreed?"
Sasuke looked at his brother nervously. "Can I tell Mom about this agreement?"
"No!" Itachi said, a little too quickly by the startled look on his brother's face. "What I mean," he said, regaining his composure, "is that we need to keep this between just the two of us. A deal between us two brothers, okay?"
"I guess so," Sasuke said, his face still twisted with uncertainty.
Although Sasuke truly did want to train with Itachi, and learn all of his ninja secrets that had made him so successful, he had to admit that when Itachi had stated that he wanted him, he was a little confused, and maybe even a little frightened. His brother was acting different: he kept looking Sasuke up and down, making him feel like he had done something wrong. He would stare at his mouth and always narrow his eyes whenever Sasuke licked his lips, which he wouldn't do on purpose; it just happened. Also, the most prominent change that Sasuke had observed was Itachi's eyes. Although it was true that both Sasuke's and Itachi's eyes were naturally ebony colored and very dark, Itachi's eyes were darker than usual. It was as if a dark, murky cloud had glazed over Itachi's eyes, making his usual black orbs shiner and more captivating. Sasuke wondered when his eyes would change like that. He wondered if it was some sort of side effect from the Sharingan training Itachi was constantly doing.
However, despite all the weirdness that was circling around his older brother, Sasuke trusted Itachi above everyone and everything else. His brother had offered to train him, in exchange for Itachi having "him". What could happen? The worst Itachi would probably do is make him clean up his mess, make him food, or possibly use him as a sparring partner, which wouldn't be all that bad. What did he have to lose?
"Alright," Sasuke said, looking his older brother in the eyes. "I will take you up on your deal. But, how long will I be... yours?"
"For as long as I train you," Itachi said promptly. He smirked inwardly. His brother had no idea to what exactly he was agreeing to. He almost felt bad for him... almost being to key word.
"Okay then," Sasuke nodded. "It's a deal."
"Good," Itachi began to walk away from Sasuke, back to the Uchiha house. "We'll start your training tomorrow after you get home from the academy, alright?"
"I can't wait!" Sasuke beamed. However, his smile faded a second later. "But when does your end of the deal start?"
"Right now," Itachi said without turning around and looking at his younger brother.
"Super," Sasuke muttered sarcastically. "So, I suppose when we get home you will want me to do your chores?"
"Not quite," Itachi shook his head. "I have other things in mind. Come to my room tonight at midnight."
"Midnight?" Sasuke frowned. "That's kinda late, don't you think? I mean, it's a school night –"
"Midnight. Sharp." Itachi said, his tone insinuating that there was no room for discussion.
"Got it," Sasuke bit his lip and followed his brother back to the house; he had no idea what his brother was thinking...