Yep, had this in my documents for a while and I can't hold it in anymore!

Don't own anyone from Naruto

When I went to get Itachi, it wasn't anything like I had expected.

It smelt like blackberries and whipped cream. Tart, sweet, addictive. It was a wonderful smell, and it stirred something in me. It was comforting like a thunderstorm, but it made me react like lightening.

Leaving my post, where I had promised I'd meet Itachi, I followed it. It was strong, distracting. Even being aware that I was a werewolf, I wondered how the humans couldn't notice it.

Whoever had the scent had been where I was standing not too long ago. It excited me, aroused me. I felt as if I was in my wolf being, hunting. My mouth watered and I licked my dry lips, and I carefully traced myself. I had to be quiet. I had to still my racing heart.

I could see it. The scent. It went to baggage claim.

I stalked forward. I wanted that scent. Wanted to capture it and keep it in a perfume bottle, keep it forever. It was perfect.

It was stronger now and it went straight for my groin. I gritted my teeth and pushed people away from piling at the baggage claim. I was so close. It was right there. Right in front of me.

A boy with blond hair and the biggest brightest bluest eyes I've ever seen turned to me, shouldering a messenger bag and carrying a small banged up suitcase, and I was pulled away.

I don't know why I had noticed him so much when I wanted that scent.

I turned to snap at whoever grabbed my collar and faced Father. He had a frown. That wasn't good. He glanced at me through the side of his eye and I knew he was scolding me. As my Alpha and my father.

I immediately realized what I was doing and snapped to attention and started walking along. He lead me to Mother, who continuously raped my inner child with her mischievous smiles and Itachi, who looked surprised at me, in his own little way. Mostly upraised eyebrows. Unlike me, he can't raise one eyebrow at a time.

Go me.

I was calming down now the scent was fading. I felt kinda mad about it. I fucking wanted that scent.

When I got closer though, it came back. On Itachi. I wanted to rip his throat out and demand to know why the hell he smelled like that.

Maybe that should be backwards. Asking first, then throat ripping. Sounded like a plan. A good one too.

But no. I liked Itachi's gay porno. And sometimes, I liked the friggin' weirdo himself. He used to have a mate (died in bad bad car accident) and has two cubs and still has gay porno all over the floor.

Screw studying male anatomy. He wants to shove it and shove it deep.

His whole left side smelled like black berries and whipped cream. I suddenly felt like taking my motor bike and heading to the grocery store. That would be fun. Maybe when I can get away from my family.

"Nice to know my little brother's just gay, not impotent." Itachi said. I resisted the urge to punch his sorry face.

"What'd you say you mother fuggin' piece of shit?" I growled.

"Sasuke!" Mother chirped.

"Nothing you cock sucking faggot." Itachi said, continuing the battle. It was a battle of whoever could get in the last sound before Father started growling. Childish, a little, but we've been playing since we were little kids and the game stuck.

"Itachi..." Father warned.

"Hn." I said and before Itachi could say anything else, Father growled. Itachi glared, I smirked. I had won this battle. He knew it, too.

"What we going to do?" Mother asked. None of us answered. I don't think she expected us to, because, like always, she didn't falter. "How about dinner and celebrate Itachi's coming home after a month of not seeing him?" Again none of us answered.

That was the thing about Mother. She didn't care. She decided for us and that was what made us such a happy family.

I think.

"Dinner it is. Let's go," Mother said. She smiled and gracefully, and obviously trying not to skip, started walking. Father was trying really hard not to stare at her ass or roll his eyes, but he followed after her.

I couldn't stop myself from looking back towards the baggage claim a last time.

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It had taken forever to get away from my family. Mother insisted on dinner at a fancy restaurant that's service was slower then an empty snail shell. I really wanted my black berries and whipped cream. The tiny meals they served at the restaurants were never enough for me or any other werewolf.

We had large stomachs. Changing took energy and it was getting closer to the full moon. Everyone was getting hungrier for the full-moon-change and the hunt. And a hungry werewolf was never good to be around. If we were hungry enough we'd lose control and start attacking everything.

Not good.

I took one of the blue baskets and headed towards the fruit section in the back of the supermarket, grabbing five cans of whipped cream on my way. I was almost tempted to open a can and spray a glob of it in my mouth. I'd do that later, behind closed doors.

I looked at the black berries, ripe and in season, which surprised me. Whenever I usually craved them they weren't. I opened a box and, against all that was Uchiha, ate it there. It popped in my mouth and I had to keep myself from puckering my face.

They tasted really good.

I closed the container and piled it with a lot of other containers into my basket. I felt kind of bad for the person who was going to ring up my items. I put so many in I didn't bother to count them.

I froze.

I examined the whipped cream cans, wondering if in a state of delusion, I had opened one and put some whipped cream on a black berry. I hadn't, but the smell of black berries and whipped cream mixed together was invading me.

My balls tingled and I looked down at my crotch, to the basket, and back to my crotch again. Food didn't make my balls tingle. It was definitely the scent from the airport.

My lips twisted upward. My scent. It was here in the supermarket. I was starting to believe my best man's chanting about fate wasn't complete bull. Lucky him.

Go me.

I followed it. The closer I got, the more my pants unwillfully tightened and it got harder to move around. I should have worn sweats, at least they wouldn't leave a zipper mark on my penis.

Did I own any sweats? I have pajama pants that would've worked. Anything other then the blue jeans I was wearing now. They were so uncomfortable and didn't fit like they were supposed to anymore.

I hate zippers.

I took a sniff, closing my eyes and inhaling that smell. Oh gods, it smelt so good. My mouth began to drool, and again I felt I was hunting. The only rational thoughts that passed through my head were:

1. I'm glad there aren't more then two customers. and, 2. Zippers suck.

Because zippers totally suck. And they're really bad at it.

I stopped when someone ran into me. The one with that scent. That boy, with the blue eyes and blond hair at the airport. Well, that explained my fascination at the time.

I looked down at him and he looked up at me.

"Sorry," He said smiling and crouching down to pick up his stuff that he dropped. I got to one knee and helped him.

I looked at him and couldn't help it. I handed him the few things I picked up and notice how calloused his hands were. They were cute, and small too. Especially compared to mine.

I glazed my gaze over him. I felt like ripping off his clothes and biting him all over. Touching him all over and my pants tightened a bit more. Fucking zipper!

Still my hand reached forward and I had pulled it back to keep myself from touching him. His look fell from the basket and onto my crotch on it's way to my face. He immediately looked up, a funny fire-engine red. I wanted throw him over my shoulder and all these other naughty things came to mind.

Naughty thoughts that I really would have liked to happen.

Like the whole tying him to my bed and raping him (of course half-way through it could no longer be called rape per se) until he shouted my name over and over and over-

"Loser." I said. The lovely red fell from his cheeks.

"Excuse me, bastard?" I quirked an eyebrow. That was new. Never had anyone actually talk back like that before. But then again he didn't know me.

"Your name." I said.

"Naruto." I could smell his irritation as he answered me. It was thick and aroused me more. He wore his emotions on his sleeve, I guess. His face showed the same thing. And I knew there was a challenge somewhere.

"Sasuke." His face still held irritation, but it was starting to deplete. His feelings change like the weather. First stormy, then windy, then sunny. I was definitely digging my own early grave.

"Want a ride home?" I offered.

He looked at me. "How do you know I already don't have a ride?" He was lying. His smell immediately saturated itself with it.

"Your sweaty, you ran here." I said. He was taken aback, a bit uneasy.

He paused and we stood up together. "You're a fucking ladder." He said, his eyes open wide and his mouth parted as he gaped. I smirked at him. He was amusing. Amusing, adorable, fuckable, tangible.

And smelled just like black berries and whipped cream. I was fucking whipped cream around him. "No, shrimp, you're just short."

"Five, eight, is not short." He defended, puffing out his chest in attempt to be taller. "What are you? Six, three?"

"Six, two."

"See," he told me, "A fuggin' ladder."

I looked at him, he just smiled back. Innocent. Clueless. I wanted in his pants.

"So what about your girl..." He asked his face a little red again. Cute, if I had a girlfriend, I'd dump her anyways. Not nice, sure, but true.

"Gay porn. Nothing good." I said, and we started walking to the cash registers. He bounced when he stepped I noticed. I also noticed the way his uneasiness dissipated.

"That's not what junior has to say." He said. His face was content, but he smelled lightly of embarrassment.

"Hn." I defended. Kind of.

"I sat next to a guy on the plane who said that the exact same way." He said, pondering. His eyes rolling upwards to look at bang that fell in front of them.

Itachi. I hate you. But not as much as zippers.

"Hn." He started to get irritated again. I moved away from him and got in line at the cash register first. Grabbing a pack of cinnamon gum. I hated mint. Tasted like crap and the taste ran out too quickly.

"Hey!" He said. His voice, I noticed, was very loud. I had to resist the urge to cover my ears like I had to do with Mother. Except hers was more high pitch then loudness.

I paid the man at the cash register and waited for Naruto. I looked at him, and kinda just stared. I wondered if he wanted the ride. I wondered where he got such hideous orange clothes and who let him wear them. He was small structured in every way I could see and the clothes made him look anorexic. It made me want to feed him. I wanted to make sure he was healthy and I wanted to beefen him up. An instinctive urge to give him child bearing hips. To hell with it. I wondered why I was thinking in such a way.

When he finished handing over the money, I gave a look asking if he wanted the ride or not. When I realized he probably wouldn't know what I meant until he looked at me and nodded.

"Yeah, I'll take that ride." I had to admit I was surprised he had answered my look. Mother had a hard time doing so at times, and she was one of the only people who understood without using glares to communicate herself.

It made my pants tighter.

I wanted to growl and take him home. I wondered if he lived around here anyways.

I found out after an excruciatingly painful ride. He didn't live around here, but he was staying around here. With my family. In the same house. Together with his family.

Oh, hell.