Naruto, Itachi/Sasuke, are we seriously going to have this discussion? Put it away.
Itachi always woke up when Sasuke tried to sneak into his room.
Sometimes he pretended to still be asleep, pretend not to have heard when the door slid open, no more than a whisper on the track. He'd keep his breathing slow and even, his eyelids fluttering, his lips parted slightly, and Sasuke would pad closer.
It had started off innocently enough, but tonight it seemed their little games had taken a darker turn.
Before, Sasuke would draw his kunai, sneak across the room. Itachi would let him come, and when the time was right he'd grab his brother's wrist, twist the knife from his hand, pin him to the floor or the bed, then send him back to his own room in defeat.
Sasuke tried the window, tried different weapons, tried hiding a second knife up his sleeve. It always ended the same way - and so it should.
Sometimes it made Itachi laugh how easily Sasuke was always beaten. Sometimes it made him angry. He always waited until his dear brother was packed off safely to bed before deciding which.
But this time it was different.
Sasuke walked into the room without even trying to disguise his footsteps. Itachi watched, his eyes open to the barest of slits, as he stopped just outside of arm's reach.
"Brother, I know you're awake," Sasuke said boldly. "Open your eyes."
Itachi couldn't help but smile. He complied, looking Sasuke up and down. The kid wasn't even carrying a knife, though he did have something in his hand. "Giving up, Sasuke?"
"No," Sasuke said. He was blushing. "I...I want to talk to you. Can I talk to you about something?"
"You woke me up in the middle of the night to talk?" Itachi sat up, waving Sasuke over. The boy darted forward with a look of relief. As Sasuke hopped up to sit on the bed, Itachi saw that the object in his hand was a scroll.
"Sensei had a special class today," Sasuke chattered, opening the scroll and unrolling it over their laps. "He separated the boys and girls and everything. He said we should take this home and talk to our parents about it if we had any more questions."
Itachi stared down at the most...graphic series of woodcuts and brush paintings he'd seen outside of the kama sutra.
"Then why don't you talk to mom and dad about it?" he asked. Are those both men? Progressive teacher.
"I don't want to talk to mom and dad. They'll just get all weird about it. I want to talk to you," Sasuke protested
Because I'm not weird. Clearly.
"Go back to bed, Sasuke. I can't believe you woke me up for this."
"Please, brother? I just have a few questions."
Oh Gods, those eyes.
Itachi pinched the bridge of his nose. "Are we seriously going to have this discussion? Put it away."
Sasuke quickly rolled up the scroll. "Please?"
"Ask your questions."
The boys eyes lit up, though that flush on his cheeks only intensified. "Okay, so, do people really do that thing in wood cut three? Wouldn't it hurt? And have you ever done it? What does it taste like when you give a blowjob? What--"
Struggling not to laugh, Itachi slipped his arms around Sasuke's neck and leaned in close. Sasuke's tirade of questions cut off with a squeak.
Pressing close, Itachi brushed his lips against the nape of Sasuke's neck. His tongue flickered out and then he pursed his lips and blew.
Sasuke jumped as if he'd stuck his finger in an electric socket.
When Itachi spoke, his lips brushed against Sasuke's throat. "Does that answer at least one of your questions?"
There was a pause. The sound of Sasuke swallowing was loud in the suddenly silent room. He nodded.
"Good." Itachi released him and, with a gentle shove, ejected him from the bed. "I'll tell you the rest when you're older."
Sasuke turned to him with a mutinous glare. "You're not so old, either. I'm old enough now!"
Itachi smiled. "Then I guess I'll see you tomorrow night. Good night, Sasuke."
Sasuke's face worked, unable to decide between elation, embarrassment and nervousness. Finally he nodded again, quickly, and fled the room.
Itachi laid back down on his pillow and laughed, softly.