You're a Nightmare

By: Sisco

Beta: Quirkerstein

xXx

For as long as Sasuke had known his older brother, he had never seen his brother direct so much affection toward one person for so long.

This man, Kisame, that had his brother so infatuated was...well, he was unique. He was tall, muscular (but not heavily so), had a deep, luscious voice that sent tremors down anyone's spine, and grayish-blue skin. Yes, grayish-blue like the sky on a windy, autumn's day and hair as blue as the deepest ocean. [i]Shark[/i] was the first thing that came to Sasuke's mind and the tall man even had three gill-like marks under both of his eyes.

Ever since Sasuke had moved in with Itachi and his tall lover, his brother could always be found standing near Kisame's side and [i]almost[/i] always clutching the rim of his shirt like a little kid who was afraid of losing his mother on a crowded street. With Itachi coming up to at least below Kisame's collarbone, he actually resembled a child with so much adoration for his mother. What was worse, Kisame actually encouraged it.

Sasuke and his family had always been acutely aware of Itachi's strange requirement for lovers, and Kisame could be easily considered 100% strange...nice, but strange.

Another peculiar habit Sasuke had noticed, Itachi hardly ever smiled! That wasn't anything new to Sasuke, really, since Itachi constantly had that kicked puppy look on his face. It just troubled him because sometimes that expression would get even worse when the shark wasn't around and he could feel the heavy waves of depression emit from his brother like water poured onto a radiator in a sauna; it was suffocating. But, as soon as Kisame came back from wherever his endeavors were, Itachi's features would soften slightly before acting like a cheerful housewife as he cooked a big meal and cleaned.

After supper and cleaning the dishes, Itachi would drag Kisame into the living room to cuddle on the couch and watch a movie, leaving his little brother to do whatever he pleased. Sasuke often stood in the doorway of the den to observe both of their reactions toward a movie and each other. Itachi (predictably) liked drama and mystery. Kisame did take [i]some[/i] interest in Itachi's choices of genre; however, he preferred horror, comedy, and action over that feminine shit.

Tonight, they were watching one of Kisame's favorites; Sasuke was certain he had heard it being called [i]Alexander[/i]. He somehow took an immediate interest during the first scene and silently fell into the recliner in the corner of the room, out of sight of his brother and Kisame. It surprisingly had the right amount of action and drama, and he was somewhat surprised he had watched it all the way through without so much as getting up to get a drink of water.

As the movie ended with the credits rolling, Sasuke could hear a soft sniffling from the sofa and at first thought that it was his brother and would have ignored it, but quickly realized that it was Kisame who was crying instead. Sasuke's psyche was barely able to absorb this new quandary; it was an overload to his poor, befuddled brain. He knew the ending was a tearjerker, but never in his eighteen years would he have thought Kisame the type to cry over it.

Itachi was there though, taking it all in stride as he watched with dreary fascination. Kisame wiped his tears away with the heel of his hand and peered down at his dark haired lover with a watery grin.

"Off to bed?" Kisame's voice cracked slightly from emotion and Itachi's eyes softened. He leaned up to give the taller man a long and tender kiss.

Sasuke could see how much affect it had on the shark, just by the way his shoulders relaxed with a dramatic slump and a broad smile lifted his lips. Sasuke suddenly found that he wanted to comfort the tall man like that too, but quickly excused it as jealousy over not having his own lover he could console as well. [i]Idiots[/i], he thought with disdain, quickly making himself scarce before either of the two lovebirds noticed him and started asking him silly little questions about the movie.

When he was safely secured in his room, he stripped himself down to his black, silk boxers and slipped into bed. He lied on his left side, facing the door that was cracked open far enough to see the rapidly flickering shadows from the television dancing on the walls. He was beginning to think they skipped the plan about going to bed and decided to watch another movie when the lights suddenly died and all but the hallway's nightlight illuminated the darkness.

He watched as two large shadows scurried down the wall, followed by the owners who were padding quietly over the cushioned carpet. Sasuke snorted at their vain effort of trying to stay quiet as they tiptoed pass his room. He took a quick glance at his alarm clock to see that it was an hour before midnight. Fortunately, he didn't have class all day tomorrow, so going to bed this late was no skin off his bones.

There was a soft click of a door closing and then reopening as the hinges squeaked obnoxiously. The door never closed again after that. Sasuke blinked curiously and lifted himself up onto his elbow, as if waiting for something to happen unexpectedly. When he decided that nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary, he flipped over to his other side and gradually allowed his eyelids to slide shut. He was asleep in a matter of seconds.

xXx

Sasuke jolted awake when his headboard gave a rather violent thump against the wall. He peered at the clock with blurry eyes and could only distinguish the numbers two, four, and five. Whatever the time was, he knew it was too early in the morning. He stifled a yawn as he weakly glared down at his bed, as if it was the one at fault here. There was another thump, but this time he caught on quickly as to what—or more like to [i]who[/i] was causing the disruption of his sleep.

He slid out of bed, but not without cursing under his breath, and made his way out the door and down the hall to the room next to his. He was somewhat bothered to see his brother's door slightly ajar. His whole being shuddered with trepidation when he realized what may be taking place behind the suddenly foreboding dark room. He flushed ten brilliant shades of red when he heard his brother moan and murmur Kisame's name with a heavily passionate voice; the shark's name seemed to roll off the older Uchiha's tongue like melted butter.

Sasuke slowly backed away from the doorway and then made a hasty retreat to his own room and (this time) closed the door firmly behind him. He pulled his bed away from the wall and curled himself beneath the sheets, trying everything within his will to forget the way his brother's voice sounded.

Unfortunately, it followed him into his dreams, waking him every fifteen minutes with an erection pointing at him from within his shorts like a finger accusing him of ever considering the idea of his brother and his brother's lover in such a sexual manner. Sasuke wished with every fiber of his being that his bed would just open up and swallow him into the core of the Earth.

Soft murmurs floated through the paper thin walls and into his bedroom. Sasuke tilted his head back to get a better perception of their voices and, now that he was fully awake, he could see that the time was 4:56 a.m. Itachi would be getting up soon to make them breakfast. The raven's eyes suddenly widened with disbelief. He had been drifting in and out of sleep for the total of one hour at the most and he was still so tired.

The murmurs became louder and Sasuke could hear them more clearly. Kisame's voice was a bit louder than his brother though. It wasn't aggressive, Sasuke noted, it sounded more wistful.

"I'm going to miss you today," followed by a very light smack of the lips indicated they had kissed. Sasuke imagined that there was probably a gentle caress of long fingers through Itachi's loose hair.

Itachi muttered something unintelligible, which made Kisame chuckle.

"I want bacon," Kisame growled playfully.

"You always want bacon," Itachi retorted drolly, yet lovingly, and then another smack of lips followed by the bed creaking as Itachi got up.

There was a pregnant pause of silence and then a door's hinges squeaking to indicate a door opening. Itachi's feet scuffled softly across the carpet as he made his way toward the kitchen.

Sasuke released a breath that he never realized he had been holding. He sat up to stare at the cream wall as if he had x-ray vision and could watch his brother dawdle about the kitchen as he prepared breakfast.

Ever since he had moved in with his brother and Kisame a month ago, he never had the pleasure (and mercifully so) of witnessing such fierce activities of sex. Those two had been unbelievably vigorous, if the rocking of their bed against his wall had been any verification.

He looked up as his door crept open and his brother stepped in with a tilt of his head as a greeting. "Good morning, little brother. I was just coming to wake you to see what you wanted for breakfast. Anything specific?" If Itachi had noticed the bed moved out a few inches away from the wall, he didn't say anything.

"Just oatmeal," Sasuke responded groggily.

Itachi nodded before he turned to leave, stopping halfway through the door. "Oh, by the way, I have a meeting at the [i]Uchiha Corporation[/i] with father and his oh-so-charming friends, today." He smirked at his own weak joke and suddenly sauntered off, leaving his little brother more or less confused.

"Wait...leaving? For how long?" Sasuke flung the blankets off in his haste and slipped out of bed to meet his brother halfway down the hallway.

"For a day," Itachi responded dully, eyeing his younger sibling carefully. "Why? What's wrong? I've always gone on these business meetings without any concern from you."

"Well...that is..." Sasuke uttered abashedly before scratching the back of his neck for a short distraction. "You're leaving me with Kisame-san?"

Itachi nodded with the same deadpan expression as always, "Yes, he'll take care of you in my absence. Is there a problem with that?"

The younger Uchiha frowned as he peered down at the carpet to watch his toe flick at a piece of lint. "No...No problem at all," he sighed.

Itachi nodded as he left his brother standing dumbly in the hallway. "Get dressed little brother. I don't want to the whole world to see my little brother half-naked."

Sasuke smirked. "What? Can't I be an exhibitionist in my own home?"

"[i]My[/i] home, thank you very much," Itachi scowled. "You're here until you get your Bachelor's Degree and then you're out. So you might as well plan on looking for a new apartment soon."

Sasuke stuck his tongue out in retort. "What kind of brother would kick his baby brother out as soon as he got some sort of degree...?"

"The smart kind, that's who," Itachi sneered at Sasuke's affronted expression. "Don't get me wrong little brother, I love you more than anything...except Kisame, but I don't need my little brother mooching off of me and my boyfriend when he's quite capable of taking care of himself out in the world."

The younger Uchiha rolled his eyes, unwillingly agreeing with his older brother. "Yeah, yeah. Just shut up and make me my oatmeal," he demanded playfully.

Itachi chuckled as he patted his brother on the arm and disappeared into the kitchen.

Not even five minutes later Kisame joined them by sitting at the dinning table with Sasuke. He gave a toothy smile to the younger Uchiha before reaching out behind himself to pinch Itachi's rear. There was a small yelp and a hard thwack against his shoulder from the fairer male's deadly, accurate spatula.

"Kisame, not in front of my little brother."

Kisame laughed as he snuck another pinch, but didn't get another scolding for it; just a half-hearted glare. "Aw, come one, love. He's eighteen." At this, he winked at the teen, "It's not like he hasn't seen flirting before."

For some reason, Sasuke suddenly felt like he wanted to crawl back into his bed and resume his begging of the hole to open up in the middle of his room and swallow him. He knew what flirting was, he just wasn't on the receiving end...or the contributor. He didn't partake in any of that trivial, intimate shit.

Sasuke questioned himself if his hormones would ever take that fateful plunge into the great unknown. He looked up at Kisame and blushed. Well, there was definitely something going on somewhere in his body if he got that sort of reaction by staring at someone.

At eight-o-nine, Sasuke and Kisame were seeing Itachi off outside the apartment. Itachi watched the taxi driver pack his luggage carelessly into the trunk and frowned scornfully. He muttered something indignant toward the driver before turning back to his lover and little brother.

Kisame smirked at his irate lover and leaned forward to plant a lingering kiss against his forehead, "Have a safe trip, lovely."

Itachi leaned into the kiss and hummed forlornly, "I wish you could come with me." He buried his face into Kisame's shirt and wrapped hands around the muscular waist; as if to encase himself with the other man's ocean-breeze scent.

"Itachi, you're going to be late if you don't get going now," Sasuke interrupted, his tone signifying that he was getting nauseated. "I'll take care of your 'pet' while you're away, okay?"

Kisame and Itachi simultaneously looked up at the younger Uchiha, Itachi scowling at the teen as his lover scoffed in amusement.

"Pet," Kisame grinned lecherously. "Like with a leash and collar that says 'Bitch' on the tag?"

Sasuke looked between paling in disgust and blushing in embarrassment. Where did Kisame's imagination come from?

"Don't encourage him," Itachi spat at Sasuke before turning back to his lover. "I'll be back tomorrow morning. If you behave until then, I'll buy that collar that says 'Bitch" on the tag, okay?"

That was it. Sasuke couldn't take it anymore and quickly made his entrance back into his brother's apartment. "Sick bastards," he muttered before closing the door behind him. He all but ran into the living area to kneel on the couch and peer out the window to watch as his brother shared a passionate kiss with Kisame and then climbed into the back of the cab. He rolled down the window to wave at his little brother in the window and gave a rare, but not unforeseen, devious grin on his face.

Sasuke slumped back on the couch, a bit astounded and felt a chill run up his spine. He jumped to his feet when the door opened for Kisame and nibbled on his bottom lip nervously; the thought that he was going to be alone with Kisame all day was intimidating for some reason.

"So," Kisame started with a pleasant grin, unlike the one he gave earlier before Itachi left. "Since we're both going to take care of each other, what do you want to do first?"

The teen blinked at the question before turning his head to the side and looking outside through the garishly white, sheer curtains. "How about...a movie?" He then looked back at his brother's boyfriend just to see that grin spread further in delight. Sasuke was almost mesmerized by the shark-like teeth. It left a pleasantly warm feeling in his chest and stomach.

Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to be alone with this guy after all.

To Be Continued.