Well, this story is more lightheaded or at least on my scale :) Hmm, you better not expect anything amazingly fabulous from this story, since it is more like just a story. No higher motives actually, I just wanted to include games into this one :D The characters? One might say they are OOC, but I would like to think that I revealed "the other side" of them - again my view. Hopefully you will enjoy although this is not the next Bible.

Please do not flame (I do not find a reason for it so you better not either). I apologize for the possible misspellings and other errors.

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Pairing: Sasuke x Naruto

Summary: Becoming stepbrothers meant becoming rivals. Competition extended into everything and took the form of perverse. Naruto, are you willing to follow Sasuke to the next level or are you going to run? Play the game of love. SasuNaru, M for SEX

Disclaimer: I have no rights over the characters or whatsoever (do not sue me Mr. Kishimoto), I am just loaning them and returning to the rightful owner (Mr. Kishimoto).

The next day I was walking to the hotel from the grocery store and I saw a big advertisement board near the local diner. It took some seconds until I realized it was Sasuke in that advertisement for a men's clothing firm or something. A sad smile formed on to my lips as I realized that used to be my life too. He looked amazing in the photo…so adult-like, no trace of yesterdays - just plain professional. He could be like that sometimes, even the air smelled different.

It seems he was doing fine; a relief. The photo made me all nostalgic and I almost cried then and there and would that not be sad, haha…I headed back yet I could not fight the tears that rolled slowly but steadily down my cheeks. Maybe if things had been different, maybe if I had been or he had…maybe I would not have to stand here now. Maybe.

Staying in the hotel was not a parent solution - I needed to get my own place and soon. My life smelled like "hide and seek", but I still wanted to get away and as fast as possible. Perhaps I would get myself a girlfriend and an apartment, something nice and stable. Then I remembered Hinata and I searched her number from my phone. I took my first step and called her. First she sounded worried but was happy to hear I was okay. She promised to meet me near the station so we could have dinner and she wanted to talk. Women always want to talk…still, I was really happy she agreed and seemed to care.

So there we were sitting in a restaurant -nothing fancy- and talked about why I disappeared. I really did not have any good reason to give her; how could I tell her that my brother gave me a blowjob? It had not taken so much from Hinata to understand that my sudden disappearance had something to do with Sasuke. I was tired of it all, I said to her. Tired of that "you need me but I do not need you" attitude of his and I wanted to rebel. This one I did not tell Hinata - I just said that I needed a break and everything was fine. Like hell it was, but she did not ask any further questions. When we were leaving, she said that maybe I should contact Sasuke. Why? I asked dumbfounded. He is loosing it, she just nodded sadly. Loosing what? I pondered to myself.

I walked back to the hotel and what did I find sitting next to my door? A really tired looking dumbarse with make-up running down his face. Why the fuck did it take so long for you to get here, he says angrily. I just gaze at him in stupor. What the fuck are you doing here, I ask my voice as neutral as it can be. Why did you leave and you did not even answer my calls, Sasuke shouts looking absolutely miserable and pissed off. Who needs who now, my mouth answers sarcastically without my consent. What the fuck!! He screams.

The game is over, I am tired of this and mostly - you, I say and I hope my words sting like needles. Just like his did. Get the hell away from me, I say angrily and with shaking hands I take out my keys. I open the door and glance at him fire burning in my eyes. Instead of looking broken, he looks determent and Sasuke prevents me from closing the door. Let me in, he demands looking older again - as if he had changed in that second. Go fuck yourself, BROTHER, I say venom in my words.

He kicks the door in. The door hits me hard and I fall on to the floor hitting my elbow. He walks in and for the first time I am scared. I crawl farther away from him, but he comes closer. I do not have a choice and I kick him in the legs as hard as I can and he drops on to the floor. He gets fucking angry and crawls to me taking me by the collar. You, you…he says and spits me in the face and I punch him back. His lower lip opens up and a line of blood runs down his chin. He looks bedazzled, but does not hit me back; just straddles me and pins me down to the floor.

Shit, he is stronger than me…but I am prepared to take a hit and even a load of them if I can let out this frustration of mine. Instead of hitting, he presses his bloody lips on mine and savours them. I am too amazed to do anything but look at him with wide eyes. The blood tastes like metal in my mouth and for some reason my lips respond to his. Then he breaks the kiss and looks at me smiling faintly, I am sorry, he says. He is sorry? Sorry for what? Before I can ask about anything Sasuke says that he is glad I beat the crap out of him just now. Who the fuck would be happy over that!! I scream. It shows that I am still something to you, he says silently and presses his head on to my chest.

Your heart beats fast, he whispers and I am just lost. What happened just now? I lay on the cold hotel room floor bloody Sasuke on top of me and the space is filled up with tension. I love you…I came to tell you that, he says and moves so he can see my expression. I love you too, you are my brother, I sigh to him. No…I mean I love you on a different level…why the hell do you think I did those things? He asks seriously. The game was meant to make you fall for me, he says somewhat sadly. I guess it did not work, he laughs awkwardly and lifts his body.

I have a millisecond, but my brains do not work. My hands take the lead and yank him down into a kiss full of passion and uncertainty. He looks amazed but melts into the kiss. Why, he asks. I do not know why, I say and blushingly turn my head away. He smiles and wraps his arms around me. His lips seek mine and we hungrily savour one another in every possible way. His hands sneak inside my shirt and explore every curve and nook on my body. He then rips my shirt open so that the buttons fly all over the floor.

He sits up and takes off his own shirt and then he lowers himself close to me. His hands and fingers trace my face, neck and chest - the only thing I can do is breathe heavily. My hands seek his trousers and with shaky hands I open his zipper. Our skin is on fire, burning all the traces of existence. We take off each other's clothes and it feels as if we are two virgins tasting the nectar of love for the first time. It feels a little awkward as it should, somewhat familiar and exciting.

Sasuke's kisses are like acid and I moan into his mouth. He inserts two fingers into his mouth and coats them with saliva. Then those fingers travel to my arse while he fondles my thigh with his other hand. The fingers slide from the bottom of my member to my hole and easily he pushes them in. I wince a little, but he keeps moving his fingers in and out while stroking the skin around my pinkish hole. It tickles slightly and even burns, but it is also fucking arousing - it seems he sees it that way too, since his member is twitching as he finger-fucks me. I groan and push my lower body more against his fingers.

He removes his fingers and I feel like a lost lamb until he separates my legs, pulls them apart and takes the best position available. I lie on my back and he inserts his organ at the entrance of my rosebud. Sasuke pulls back his foreskin and pushes inside me. He does it carefully, but it does not help reduce the pain. My rear-end is on fire as he goes deeper inside me; I feel like I might explode and I cannot help the tears that leak from the corners of my eyes. He shushes at me, kisses my forehead and starts to move slowly but surely inside me. The muscles in his arms tense as he pushes himself in order to reach my whole being. We are both sweaty and hot - he even shudders while moaning.

This time is not watching from the closet, but actually tasting the view. It feels warm and naughty; his eyes are half open and I watch his every movement with a ragged breath. In the end, why are we here now, like this? How did it turn out like this? Was it there always; lurking behind the corner, waiting for an opportunity to strike? Perhaps. Oh fuck, does his touches feel amazing…He moves faster, pounding me into the mattress and it feels like I am sinking into a trance.

In that second the time slows down and my veins feel like bursting from my body. Shit, my vision gets all blurry, even white. I shudder under him and my spine tenses up so I cannot move. An explosion. I have never got that powerful orgasm in my whole life. It is almost breaking me and I am sure I can hear cracking. Fuck, it even sets out a magnificent headache and I scream for I cannot handle that much pain and pleasure. A few more thrusts, and he shoots his load into me and the warm semen courses through me like a wave in the Pacific Ocean.

Oh shit, he groans and I squeeze his arms like I was drowning. His hands give upon him and he falls gently on top of me. We breathe heavily and there is no other sound except the air that escapes our lungs. Is…this another game, I ask tiredly. Where do we stand, I ask then, but he does not answer - he does not have to. I already know. He got what he wanted and that is that. It has always been like this. A child in a candy store. I sigh hard and I tell him that I want him out by the morning.

You have always been like this, love you say…you do not even know what love is, I say tensed. I leave for the bedroom still feeling dizzy and I know that we can never go back and…and somehow I am free. Only pain can set one free and I do not mean physical pain. I hoped his words were what he said them to be, I hoped for…something other than the fact that the sex was best I have ever had. In the end I am still a toy to him, the boy who could not compare.

The next morning I wake up feelings still dizzy, I think I might have cried myself into sleep. There is no trace of him, just like I guessed. Shit, I am too good at this. Well, now I do not have to run anymore, he even destroyed that. It did not take me by surprise that I did not hear anything from him for almost a week. He is like that - unpredictable.

I got "home" from work and just as I laid myself on the sofa the doorbell rang. I went to the door and suspiciously opened it. There, behind the wooden door stood a delivery man. A flower delivery for you, Sir, he said to me and I was dumbstruck. Flowers? From who? I only deliver, he said and smiled. There was not just one bouquet but several. Your signature, Sir, he then said and I wrote down my name. My living room was full of flowers; why? With one of the roses came a card that had a part of the old Elton John song on it:

What have I got to do to make you love me
What have I got to do to make you care
What do I do when lightning strikes me
And I wake to find that you're not there

What do I do to make you want me
What have I got to do to be heard
What do I say when it's all over
And sorry seems to be the hardest word

It's sad, so sad
It's a sad, sad situation
And it's getting more and more absurd
It's sad, so sad
Why can't we talk it over
Oh it seems to me
That sorry seems to be the hardest word

What do I do to make you love me
What have I got to do to be heard
What do I do when lightning strikes me
What have I got to do
What have I got to do
When sorry seems to be the hardest word

At the bottom of the card was Sasuke's signature. What was he planning? The doorbell rang again and I went to it. I opened it but instead of another delivery I saw Sasuke. Hi, he said silently. I just gaze at him in stupor. I am sorry, I really meant it, he says then. Everything I told you was the truth, he continues after a break. Now the Elton John song was playing in my head.

I…I just did not know how to make you believe…you know, sorry seems to be the hardest word, he smiles sheepishly. I know, I say back and walk in, leaving the door open for him. Does this mean I can come in? He asks silently. Maybe, I say and I cannot but smile. A little smile breaks on to his lips and he says that he wants me home. I want to be your home, he then continues. Sasuke offers his hand and his whole aura shines. I take his hand and he pulls me into an embrace.

There is no other you, he whispers. Sorry, it took so long to see that, he says and nuzzles against me. We have reached another level, he says smilingly to me. What? You said no games, I snap. Yeah, but this time there are just the two of us and we are not competing against each other, he smiles. This time we are one, he continues. Geez, we are stuck in a Playstation, I sigh and he laughs. We can only win, he smirks and I take my belongings. Goodbye this level and welcome the next - let the game continue, but this time we, as a unit, set the rules.