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 then took the form of perverse. Naruto, are you willing to follow Sasuke to the next level or are you going to loose the game? 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).

Let The Game Begin

I never hated that I and Sasuke became stepbrothers at the young age of six. I was the only child and after my father passed away, my mother became very lonely. At this work-related party she met Sasuke's ah-so-wonderful-and-polite dad, who was just as lost as herself. Two lonely hearts found one another, but their only fear was that they both had sons who were the same age. What would they say? Would they approve? They did not think much about it, I assure you.

Not really understanding anything, I was just damn happy to have someone to play with. Sasuke was a very cute child; the mere minus was that he did not have a sense of humour. When he got one, it was crooked. We shared a room, so it was quite normal that we shared a bed too. You dirty bastards, we were six years old! It became a habit to sleep our nights side by side and at least I did not find it abnormal.

We used to be really good friends - of course we fought like all other siblings, but those fights did not last long. I was the one always crying and he was the one to pet my head. Haha. Well, he had mean streak…I can tell you that. Somewhere along the way our cohabitation turned into a competition. Our parents thought it came along with the age, but what they did not understand was that the competition extended into everything. Whether it was eating, girls or anything - it was always about winning and loosing.

We were quite equal until that dreadful summer, when puberty hit Sasuke first. Fuck, he outgrew me and his already nice features became even more nicer - beautiful as the girls would say. He fucking looked like a model and I was just a brat. Sharing a room with an Adonis brother at the age of sixteen was hell. Of course girls were interested in him and not in me. It really pissed me off.

The only nice thing about the whole situation was that we talked - I asked him about stuff, and he answered…sometimes brutally honestly…I did feel myself inferior, but I hoped I would bloom someday too. Why the fuck did it take so long? We were not in the same class nor did we share friends; I really did not know anything about his life outside home, so it was interesting to change experiences. Not that I had any…but oh boy, did he have. He had already kissed a girl and got his sneak-a-peek under one's shirt. I was unbearably jealous, but I tried to swallow it like a man - a man, I was not yet.

I did not find it weird that we still shared the bed, but I knew it was going to be awkward when he was going to bring girls home. How does a kiss taste, how did you even know how to do it? I ask Sasuke as we lie on the bed. Fuck Naruto, do not steal the blanket and your feet are cold, he mumbles. Answer the question shithead, I grunt like I did not hear his complaints. You just know, some animal instinct, he says and turns his back.

I want to know you stupid arse-faced monkey, I snarl. He sighs and turns so that he is facing me. Want me to show you, he asks curiousness in his voice. Why would I want my first kiss from you? I ask almost angrily. Since I am this good-looking and what every girl wants, he simply mocks me. I am not a girl, you know - I have got something between my legs your little sluts do not have, probably…I say sarcastically. I highly doubt that you have one, he smiles. You fucker, I shout and attack him.

The pillows fall on to the floor, I am angry and he just laughs, which makes me even angrier. Easily he pins me down on the mattress and says that I really must be a girl. Before I can counterattack, he has already pressed his lips on mine. You taste like girls too, he smiles wickedly. You, you..!! You stole my first kiss! I shout, but he just keeps smiling. Count that as tutoring you boneless worm, he says. Yeah, sure…die! I scream and turn my back on him.

After that summer I caught up to him and the competition was fully on again. I grew up and I got prettier face, which made Sasuke grumpy, since it meant that he had lost his upper hand. Yet, with girls, I was still a novice and he unmercifully used it against me. We were both popular at school so it was quite logical I would loose my virginity soon too. I did not even want to know what Sasuke had done already - on our bed, when I was not around.

So, somehow I ended up with Hinata, who was a sweet and shy girl. Sex was new to both of us, so it was not so awkward to test things out. Her skin was soft and I liked how she blushed when I touched her full breasts. But of course Sasuke had to barge in after we had done it. The look on Hinata's face…I was sure she would die of shame. Sasuke just acted all cool and said that I really should change the sheets and it sure took long enough for me to get sex.

Hinata took her clothes and practically bolted out of the room and I was furious. I took Sasuke by the collar and I said to him that he was an arsehole acting like that. He just let his eyes wander until he said to me that my, my have I grown down there too. Everything I was about to say as a remark fled my lips without a trace. I bit my lip and turned around. Before I got to gather my clothes while shaking of anger, he wrapped his arms around my waist from behind me.

He then pressed his head on my shoulder and stroked my lower abdomen with his edgy fingers. I know another game for us, he whispers into my ear. I watch as you have sex with someone and you watch me. Maybe we will learn something and it is more exciting if you know someone is watching you, he continues. Only we know about this, the closet is our peeking hole, he smirks seductively. Fine, I will show you, I give him a malice look. Good, he grins.

That is how our competition took the form of perverse. So, I sat in the closet huffing and watching him doing it with a random girl. The thrill was in the fact that he knew I was watching and it gave him extra boost too. From time to time he glanced at my direction smirking and I was busy jerking off to the sight. Sasuke looked fucking awesome, his backside muscles tensed when pushing inside the girl. I learned stuff along the way and when I was doing a girl, I was sure I heard moaning from the closet. I was surely imaging it, but it was none the less arousing.

Tonight, like so many nights before, we were lying next to each other staring at the ceiling. You have learnt a trick or two, he grins again and I just order him to go and fuck himself. His laughter fills the room and quietens down when he tells me about yet another challenge. What now? Sasuke says that he challenges me to jerk off with him and the one who comes first looses the game. Or are you a chicken, Naruto, he asks maliciously. I am on, I say and we move to sit face to face. It is all or nothing, he says and we take off our boxers.

We have seen what the other carries between the legs so there is no awkwardness - only adrenalin and masculinity in the air. One, two, go and it is a game of bravery again. Say, Sasuke, I huff at him. What, he huffs back with clouded eyes and playing with his shaft. Do you think mom and dad wonder why we sleep in the same bed still, even though we are nearly twenty, I ask him. I like sleeping with you, he says groaning. That is beside the point…I groan back. They are just glad we get along, he huffs and then grabs my thigh.

His warm and soft hand travels on my skin and it makes me cum hard. After it, he releases himself and I am angry. You cheated, you bastard, but he just smiles that stupid smile of his. Everything is allowed in a competition, he laughs. Do what you want with the girls, but I am not a plaything, I pout and he ruffles my hair.

You are so cleaning up, I say and I lay myself naked on the mattress again. Fuck you, he says lazily, but strolls off into the bathroom to get a towel. He wipes himself clean and then moves on to me. Oi shithead, that tickles, I shout and we end up wrestling on the bed.

At the end of the fight we are both extremely tired and I say to him that it is a good thing that mom and dad are not home. How is that, he asks yawning. Since you are lying naked on top of me and this is not so far from looking like we were having sex, I reason to him. So what? We were not having sex, they are not here - so this is just brotherly caring, he says back. Yeah sure, whatever, I reply, but he comes even closer. I am in need, can I cuddle you? He then asks eyes almost shut. Fine, I sigh and we get as close to one another as possible. You are poking me, I say to him. Sorry, he mumbles and we fall asleep.

The next morning I wake up right in his arms. He is already awake and his lively eyes follow me. You have become pretty you know; in a girlish manner though, he smiles wickedly. Go fuck yourself, I groan with my morning voice. You know, at some point that statement looses its power, he says and lets me go. Not in my lifetime, I grunt and head for the shower. Wait up, he shouts and we both take a shower. At the same time, since he plunged into the booth with me.

You reek of sex, you had better not molested me in my sleep, I grunt to him still sleepily. Hah, he says sarcastically, but even a blind man can see he is horny. We do not exchange words; I just sigh defeatedly and he drags me on to our bed. Full of energy he says that he knows how to make IT even more fun. So, I do what he tells me and I practically sit on his lap my legs over his. Fucking Kama Sutra, I murmur. Better view, would you not say, he huffs and I can only nod.