Itachi furiously fanned the charchoal that just barely lit up from inside the old iron. It was already half past 4 and he hadn't even started ironing Sasuke's dry clothes. He nervously looked at the clock again and again. Sasuke doesn't use an alarm clock, but he somehow always wakes up dead early in the morning to either do some warm-ups or occasional hunting before shower and breakfast, which is, unfortunately a disadvantage to the older brother since he could only estimate the other's awakening. Breakfast was one thing, but getting Sasuke's training clothes ready before he wakes up is a whole new level of very important. He had learned this the hard way at the beginnings of his captive days when he lost two of his teeth thanks to his otouto's fist colliding his left jaw after finding out he overslept just a tiny bit and forgot to prepare Sasuke's training gears.

The clock kept ticking and Itachi, getting more desperate as each tick goes, decided to just iron the dry fabrics with the barely heated iron hopelessly. Better averagely done than perfect yet undone. Just as he had thought, the iron hadn't heated enough and it took at least dozens of swipes until the cotton shirt was even decently flat. It took at least 15 minutes to get Sasuke's training top done before clanks were heard from the kitchen.

It was Sasuke. It wasn't a guess no, it was definite. His deranged little brother always does the same routine everytime he wakes up, he gets a drink in the kitchen and prepares to go out. 'Oh No…' Itachi almost wanted to just drop everything and run away, but of course, he can't. Keep it together… Itachi took deep breaths and took Sasuke's dry pants just praying he could get it done before those footsteps reach the laundry room where he was currently at.

The ex-Akatsuki member suddenly got bitterly conscious of his mouth. He really doesn't want to loose anymore teeth today, especially since his gum was still somehow bleeding from the spot which the last two fell out of a couple of weeks ago. It still hurts when his tongue or other stuff brush against the wound, he wouldn't dare to imagine if he had to endure another fist attack and some more bleeding gums than he already had.

One side of the dark blue pant was done, and Itachi was determined to get it right and NOT make Sasuke angry this time. But when those footsteps sounds suddenly got closer faster than he had expected, Itachi's breathings stopped. Familiar bare feet and toes came visible from the doorframe, and Itachi carefully trailed the black yukata all the way up to an identical face of his own, his little brother.

"Morning Sasuke…" Itachi mumbled quietly, quickly averting down his gaze and continued his ironing. His heartbeat rapidly picking up its pace as the younger just stood there in silence watching him as he folded the pants and continued ironing. Sasuke just smirked at the long, trembling, thin fingers trying to steady themselves on the iron's handle as he approached the sitting figure on the woodfloor.

With the glass of water from the kitchen still in his hand, he dumped the remaining liquid right into where the charchoal on the appliance was at and chuckled as Itachi gasped involuntarily at the sudden splash of water at the back of his hand and some spilling to the almost done pants. Without waiting, Sasuke stepped on those clothes right before him and grabbed a handful of long black hair before yanking it back to reveal that beautiful face with two red orbs activated staring back at him in defiant, yet also unmistakable fear. Sasuke just chuckled.

"My dear dear nii-san, we both know your sharingans are long dead." Sasuke smirked mockingly, dragging the elder's face to his clothed crotch which was unusually bulging by the second.

"Your training clothes are ready Sasuke…" Itachi pushed himself off of Sasuke's thighs, suppressing the urge to just drag the still hot iron and drop it on Sasuke's toes.

"Training clothes? who said anything about training today, hmm?" Sasuke yanked the hair further back and cupped Itachi's jaw up, forcing those pretty eyes back at him. Sasuke pressed his hard member onto pale chapped lips through his yukata. The younger just woke up from a lucid dream concerning his particular sexy older brother and the sight of a morning Itachi obediently tending to his needs with trembling hands just turned him ridiculously on.

"Stop it Sas-" with the hand cupping his face suddenly crushing his jaws open, Sasuke pulled back his robe and shoved his dick all the way into Itachi's throat who gagged and choked with eyes immediately shut tight. Sasuke sighed as he relished the feeling of being inside the hot wet cavern in contrast to the cold morning air. Nails clawing his thighs, angry whimpers, and fumbling hands trying to push him away just spiced things up for Sasuke as he began fucking his mouth deep and relentlessly.

"You should be thankful, nothing like a big juicy sausage for breakfast early in the morning for my dearest. Sweet. Aniki." Sasuke chuckled darkly as itachi couldn't think of anything but to catch his breath from the 10 inch literally tearing his throat apart. Sasuke noticed his wandering brother's hand trying to reach the iron, so he kicked the offending appliance to the back of the room, satisfied as Itachi glared his eyes back his way. Itachi scratches, pounds Sasuke's thighs in a futile attempt to get them off, but both knew he was too weak and malnourished lately to even pull anything against Sasuke's will. The iron grip on the long haired's jaw even prevented him from biting the organ. It tooksome time before Itachi finally understood his situation and just blocked out the pain and humiliation and just tries his best to relax his gag-reflex.

The faster he comes, the faster this finishes. Oh how wrong he was. Sasuke took a fascination on a certain angle of his thrust that sent Itachi gasp and wince in pain more each time he does it. Slowing down his pace, he examined Itachi's limp mouth and realized he must've brushed his swelling gums on the way. Instead of sympathizing, Sasuke brought the tip of his dick and mischievously rubs on the wound with his tip, loving the blood and whimper and tears spilling out from Itachi, fnding it deliciously cute as the older clutches and holds onto his robe desperately, begging him to 'not do that'.

Fuck that. Sasuke lost himself and began picking up his pace again, only this time, harder, faster, and each tthrust purposely made to touch the bleeding wound. It's fucking sick he knows how Itachi's whimper of pain could heighten his senses tenfold and thus pleasure to him as he dominates utterly, completely, the tall, great Itachi he used to look up to, now on his knees, small and pathetic with his lips around his little brother's cock.

Itachi was left a sobbing mess not much long, after Sasuke shot his seed straight down his throat and licked clean the blood overflowing out of his mouth down his chin.

"Get up. I want my breakfast ready once I finish bathing." Sasuke commanded as if nothing had ever just happened and walked out of the cramped room.

To be continued..