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Luckily their parents were out because Itachi knew he’d be able to get away with anything he did to Sasuke. His brother was being a bit of a pushover, or more of an irritant, it wasn’t like he’d planned on letting him get away with that.
“Don’t call me by that.” Itachi hissed, directly and roughly poking his brother in the forehead with a light growl. He then lowered his hand slowly when Sasuke asked that question, his eyes starring into his until he finally spoke again.
“Why? Well I wouldn’t want everyone in the village knowing about my personal interest.” With a smug but very faint smirk, Itachi then picked up a rope and tightened it around his fists. “And go ahead brother, rat me out, but you should know that it’s bad to get on someone’s bad side. Especially someone that has a knack for whips and chains.”, he answered in a suggestive tone.
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"Why is it that, as a culture, we are more comfortable seeing two men holding guns than holding hands?"
~Ernest Gaines
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