Warning: incest. Also, I’m not taking this seriously
Answer to this prompt but not posted over there because I am so, so very late.
(not beta’d)
Tempest in a Teacup
Naruto put his hand flat on the door, wishing his heart wasn’t beating in twice its usually pace just because he had run out of the excuses and had to get back to his dorm room for the day. It was getting seriously late, though. And it was his room, after all. And if Sasuke - his jerk of the roommate - had his brother over again, he’ll just…
Just what? Tell them that what they are doing was inappropriate? What did he know about it, anyway? He never had a sibling. Maybe the way Itachi was often leaning over his little brother at the desk while helping him with his homework, with his face buried into Sasuke’s hair or neck and sometimes even an arm around him…
Naruto closed his hand, fingers colliding with hard wood and rattling loudly.
Who was he kidding? Of course it wasn’t normal. Was he meant to believe that Sasuke had problems studying, anyway? Maybe Itachi, as teacher’s assistant, knew more but Sasuke certainly did not need help understand his lessens. It was just a stupid – cover, or something. So they could touch each other. And Naruto saw them glance in his direction several times in past during those moments, so maybe it was some sort of signal for him to leave them alone for awhile?
Well, whatever. It was his room and he had to sleep in it. He was not around all day long – and that took effort – so they had enough time if they wanted it. It wasn’t as if it was Naruto’s problem if they were sick and yucky.
Not at all ready yet, Naruto opened the door. They squeaked and he cringed, feeling like a thief. A quick glance over the room made his heart go back up in his throat again; Itachi was indeed there. He was sitting on Sasuke’s bed, back to the wall with a book in his hands. Sasuke was at his desk, also studying. The room was invitingly familiar; it was lit by all three lamps and smelled like apples.
Naruto relaxed a little. “Hi.”
“Naruto,” Itachi acknowledged. Bluish light from Sasuke’s night lamp was not supposed to compliment anyone’s looks, yet Itachi’s face was just as striking as always in it. Naruto wished he would move the hair from his face that likely fall out of the usual tail while he was studying, because it was covering the corners of his eyes. When it reached his awareness, the thought made Naruto turn away abruptly, alarmed and shocked by it.
…Well, okay, not exactly
shocked. Itachi does look a lot like Sasuke, after all.
“Where were you all day?”
“Er?” Naruto said stupidly. He was still trying to shake off Itachi’s eyes and the tingly feeling just got stronger at the sound of Sasuke’s voice. Then the words reached his mind and queasiness returned to his stomach. Vaguely, he answered, “Around.”
For saying that he was in the library most of the day, playing solitaire, would be as good as admitting that he was avoiding to come back. Not looking at either one of the brothers intentionally, Naruto gathered his things and quickly got out to use the bathroom.
Once away from the room, away from
them, he could think again. Itachi wasn’t showing any signs that he would leave soon. Maybe if Naruto asked him to go away? And why weren’t they in his room, anyway, if they needed their… brotherly time together?
Determent to use the first excuse and ask Itachi to leave the room, Naruto quickly finished changing, washed his feet and his teeth and headed back. In the room, Itachi was leaning forward in bed while Sasuke pushed his chair closer. They were talking, voices hushed and faces serious. Naruto felt his jaw tighten and start hurting from the pressure. He let the door shut with the bang behind him, declaring, “I’m going to bed now.”
Itachi seemed amused but Sasuke just narrowed his eyes, looking for the first time directly at Naruto since he came back. “I gathered from the lack of ghastly colors. Any particular reason why you are announcing it like it doesn’t happen every night?”
“Yeah,” Naruto said, dropping his clothes on the chair at the bottom of his bed. “I want to sleep and the light bothers me, so...”
“Are you kidding me? The light bothers you? You’d sleep through a train wreck, even if a wagon fell into your bed.”
“It’s alright, Sasuke,” Itachi said. Naruto, who’d been happily welcoming the familiar annoyance until it happened, watched in mild horror as Itachi put his hand on his brother elbow and leaned closer to Sasuke to continue. “It
is late. You’re done, anyway.”
“That’s not the point.” Sasuke snapped, forcing his arm out of Itachi’s grip. “He is just being a prejudiced shitheaded…”
“I’m not!” Naruto denied, hoping this will turn into a proper fight, even with Itachi around. Fighting Sasuke is easy. It’s a thrill that doesn’t make him question his sanity. “I’m not prejudiced, I’m…
He meant to say ‘disturbed and squeaked out’ because he was and he knew he was obvious about it. But Sasuke was facing him, on his feet already and through the challenge in his eyes hurt flashed for a moment. Despite what Naruto would expect, that made him feel bad, not triumphed.
“You’re
what?” Sasuke demanded.
The challenge was back, but Naruto lost the will to fight. It wasn’t his problem, was it? He was… not alright with whatever was it that was between his roommate and his brother. Just thinking about it make him frustrated and a bit sick in his stomach. But it wasn’t any of his business.
“I’m tired,” He lamely finished.
Sasuke was about to answer, but Itachi behind him stood up, so he turned to his brother instead. “I want to go over that last bit one more time. Stay for a bit longer, okay?”
Itachi didn’t answer. He turned completely to face his brother and lifted his eyebrows slightly in question. Sasuke titled his head a little to the left. Naruto watched this silent exchange in fascination. It looked as if they were talking, but he couldn’t hear them.
Itachi raised his hand then, and before he could put it on Sasuke’s shoulder Naruto turned away with that fiery annoyance burning in his chest again. He was staring. Why was he staring?
Giving his best to ignore them completely, he turned off his lamp and got under his covers. No one said anything, so Naruto attempted to relax. He would feel so much better if Itachi would just go… But the only sounds he heard was Sasuke’s bed squeaking under weight.
Just the bed. The chair made no sound, as it should have, being old and on the hard floor. That meant, Naruto realized, squeezing his fist close to his stomach, that they were both on the bed. Both of them.
Seconds passed, then minutes. Rustle of paper was all that could be heard in the silent room, but Naruto wasn’t relaxing. He couldn’t, not with pictures playing in his head. Bitterly, he thought about who was the sick one in the end. Because they were studying, obviously, and he was laying there and fighting the urge to look, fighting the little traitorous thought about how boring studying was and how there were ways to use a bed that didn’t involve books…
He was cracking up. He was squeezing his eyes so hard, his head was starting to hurt. He was losing his mind.
And across the room, the book got closed with a snap and was left aside just as loudly. This was followed by the rustling of the sheets. Naruto cracked one eye open, unable not to look and awfully grateful he had turned at some point to face the room.
It was happening. He was right. He was right all along and they were sick and disgusting… And Naruto couldn’t look away, didn’t even try, as Sasuke moved closer toward his brother. They were sitting side by side, but Itachi easily turned just so Sasuke would fit under his arm perfectly. They were kissing. They were... kissing, really kissing – Itachi was holding Sasuke close, fingers curling into his brother’s shirt and Sasuke… Sasuke looked just so…
greedy. He was pushing far harder than necessary, like he finally got something he wanted for so long…
Suddenly, without a warning, Naruto wanted to cry. Not to throw up, though that was still there, too - but to cry, like he used to when he was very young and very alone, into his pillow, until his head hurt like it would fall off.
He closed his eyes easily against the picture now. It wasn’t jealousy. He didn’t want…
“Naruto could wake up,” Itachi whispered on the other side of the room. Naruto almost got a heart attack, or it felt like it, and the wish to watch flared up in him again.
There was some rustling and a thump… Then the sound of a zipper opening and Sasuke finally answered, “He is awake.”
If Naruto thought he almost got heart attack before, he was sure he was having one then. But he didn’t move or open his eyes.
“He is?” Itachi asked. “How do you know? He's barely moved.”
“Exactly.” What kind of answer was that? “Forget about him.”
Itachi seemingly went along with it, as he didn’t answer but he let out a different sort of sound. It was a grunt of some sort, a, a... groan, maybe. Naruto swallowed and opened his eyes a fraction.
He had expectations as he did it – it was so easily to follow the sounds and imagine the picture – and he wasn’t disappointed. Exactly as he imagined, Itachi was half spread over Sasuke’s bed, back still partially against the wall, one leg on the mattress and the other almost touching the floor. And Sasuke was practically on top of him, moving lower…
Naruto whimpered. It was very low, very quiet and no one seemed to have heard him, but he whimpered. Sasuke lifted the side of Itachi’s shirt and pressed a silent kiss on the skin there. The gentleness of it wasn’t something Naruto would ever think his roommate capable of, but that was not important enough to linger on when Sasuke was swiftly moving lower. Itachi’s pants were already open. Naruto squinted to see better as Sasuke moved something out of his way and then moved so the light from the lamp would give them all a better view on Itachi’s bare, stiff cock.
“You’re playing with fire,” Itachi said. He could have been talking to Naruto, as Naruto certainly was playing with fire…
But Sasuke huffed in annoyance. “I know. Shut up.”
And as if to make sure Itachi wouldn’t try to change his mind or speak at all, he dropped his head and took Itachi in his mouth. It was efficient, and it was loud in a way and Naruto curled into himself on the sight of it. It didn’t matter that he moved, but it didn’t help. The flames raging in his chest and in his stomach were still there, dancing insanely as every movement on the other bed breathed life into them.
Movements were all he could follow anyway, as Sasuke’s hair was too fucking long, falling low and blocking Naruto’s view. He wanted to stand up, go over there and move it out of the way. Would that freak them out? They were – no,
Sasuke was apparently trying to teach him a lesson of some sort. Maybe he was trying to make Naruto voice his… disgust, so they could get it out of the way.
But he couldn’t move. He didn’t want to voice anything, for once. He just wanted the damned hair out of the way. It wasn’t happening, so Naruto glanced up at Itachi and that - that was about as good. It was fascinating, because he never saw Itachi like that, mouth slightly open and breathing fast and sharp.
Wildly, Naruto thought that Sasuke sure knows what he was doing.
Mesmerized by the way Itachi was looking down at his brother, Naruto knew it was ending before Sasuke lost his rhythm. Itachi closed his eye, tightly and let out a sigh and a hiss. And then it was over, Sasuke straightened up, smirking. Naruto couldn’t look away but neither of the brothers paid him any mind.
“I hope you know what you are doing,” Itachi said as he pushed himself off Sasuke’s bed. Sasuke didn’t answer, didn’t move as his brother picked up a couple of books and his jacket. “Good night, Naruto.”
Naruto also failed to answer, because he just couldn’t make himself speak in the few second Itachi needed to get out and close the door softly behind him. When he finally found his ability to speak, Naruto couldn’t think of anything to say. Sasuke was still kneeling on his bed, looking at a spot on his mattress, lost in thought. He seemed uncertain, maybe even a bit afraid.
Naruto shifted to lay on his back. The ceiling had familiar light patterns and he inhaled deeply watching them. What happened? What just happened? Why was he turned on, why did he let himself watch? Why was he feeling rejected and crushed? Why wasn’t he still
“Repulsed?” Sasuke spoke first.
“Yes,” Naruto answered automatically. But that simply wasn’t true at the moment, so he amended. “No, not really.”
“Oh,” was the only thing Sasuke had to say to that. Out of the corner of his eye, Naruto watched him as he undressed for bed, not even having enough self-discipline to pretend he wasn’t. He couldn’t fool himself right then, he was wondering about the taste in Sasuke’s mouth and about his tongue on Naruto’s cock and the questions about his motives and sanity faded under the force of his imagination.
Sasuke turned off the lights and their room sunk into heavy darkness.
