The Flavor of Sin

I don’t own Naruto nor do I make money from it.



Warnings: sex, incest, cursing, threesomes.



AN: You need to have read Caramel and Cream to understand who the mystery woman is. I’m actually surprised no one guess her. It was like plain as day XD.



The Flavor of Sin



Chapter Eleven



“We found your would-be killer.”



Itachi froze, a smile spreading across his face as he imagined the suffering he would inflict on the mysterious idiot who dared try and take something that was his. One would think he would be more worried about his own life. He was the real target after all.



Such wasn’t the case. He wanted revenge, not for himself but for what was done to Sasuke. He was practically quaking with anger mixed with anticipation.



“Who is it?”



“The hired retard is some two bit hack called Max June. I’ve already taken care of him for you. I figured you would be more interested in the so called mastermind.”



“It’s a good thing I value your work, Sasori. Never underestimate what I want. As is, I’ll trust he knew why you singled him out?”



“He was very…remorseful.”



“Good.”



“Itachi?”



Itachi glanced to see both Sasuke and Naruto looking at him with curiosity. It wouldn’t do to have them involved. “I’ll call you back.”



“Who was that?”



He closed the cell, a smile on his lips. “It’s nothing. A business acquaintance was informing me a very lucrative venture paid off.”



Sasuke scowled, but said nothing. He knew his brother. Itachi didn’t get that gleam in his eye from business. He knew his brother, while a completely legit business entrepreneur, was not pure as snow. He kept a vicious side hidden away. Occasionally it burst forth. It was never aimed at him but still visible.



“You’re going to stay home tonight, right?” Naruto asked.



“Of course. We have a celebration planned.”



The tautness in Naruto’s face eased almost immediately. His body, unknowingly tense, relaxed. His dropped smile returned as he snuggled closer to Itachi.



“I’m going to call them back and plan to meet tomorrow. I’ll be back shortly.”



Itachi stood, leaving Naruto and Sasuke alone. Sasuke’s face still possessed the frown of before. He would deal with him later. He needed to ferment some plans with Sasori. Pressing a button on his cell, he brought the phone to his ear once more.



“Yeah?”



“Who is it?”



“Bernadette Michaels, wife of the CEO of Michaels Incorporated. It’s no where near the size of Uchiha but it does well for itself.” Sasori seemed almost bored.



“Well enough to try to kill me.”



“Indeed. Do you know her?”



“Vaguely. I’ve had a few dealings with her husband.”



“What did you do to earn her wrath?”



“Other than spurn her less than appetizing advances? I bought the last piece of candy.”



It was Sasori‘s turn to chuckle. “Do you want us to make her disappear?”



Itachi smiled. “What would be the fun in that?”



He listened to murmuring, followed by a deep sigh. “Kisame wanted me to tell you that if you go after her to invite him along. God only knows why he likes you. Just stay away from his ass. That’s mine.”



“I have plenty of my own ass to not chase after what is yours.”



“Just so we understand each other.”



“Fine. Send the information on her, her husband, and her husband’s business to the email address I gave you. Your debt is fulfilled.”



After a moment‘s pause, Itachi continued. “Don’t bother calling again tonight. I’ll be busy.”



“I can’t believe you are fucking your brother.”



“Sasori, I respect your talents but stay the fuck out of my private life. Who I fuck or don’t fuck is none of your business.” Itachi’s cold voice purred through the line, leaving Sasori cringing. He pitied that poor woman. She would probably have it worse because Sasuke had been injured.



“Fine. I’ll send the information. Goodbye, Itachi Uchiha.”



Itachi heard a click, signaling the end of the conversation. It was just as well. He really had nothing else he wanted to say to the other. He’d never been close to those who worked for him. Some things were better left forgotten. He was certain Sasori was glad to finally have his hands washed of his past, leaving him free to pursue whatever life he wanted.



As he strolled through the restaurant, he was careful to school his face. Just thinking of that bitch sent rage rushing through him. She may have been aiming for him, but her attack injured Sasuke. Such a thing would not go unpunished. The question would be, how and when.



“The food’s here.” grinned Naruto, already digging into his plate.



“So I see.” smirked Itachi, stroking his hand along the smooth jaw before turning to face Sasuke.



“What is it?”



Sasuke stared at the untouched food on his plate. “Don’t do anything stupid.”



“Why would I do anything stupid?”



Sasuke didn’t say anything, just pushed the food around. Itachi’s hand captured his wrist, bringing the skin to his lips. His lips parted at the brush of a tongue over the thrumming pulse.



“I won’t let anything hurt you.”



“Yeah! We will look after you, Sasuke.” Naruto exclaimed, butting into the conversation.



Sasuke rolled his eyes. “Idiot. Do you have any idea what we were talking about or were you too busy stuffing your face to understand?”



“Hey! I was hungry.”



“You’re always hungry. It’s a wonder you aren’t as big as a house.”



“Yeah, well, come talk to me when you know what it means to be so hungry your entire body hurts. Talk to me when food left in a trash can starts to look good.” Naruto threw his silverware to the plate, making a loud clanking.



Itachi frowned at withdrawn look on Naruto’s face. He didn’t like seeing him like this. It was becoming a regular occurrence. He didn’t like it. “Naruto…”



“I’m just tired, I guess. Sorry, Sasuke.”



“Don’t apologize.” Itachi growled before throwing down several bills, more than enough to pay for the meal.



Pulling both young men from the secluded booth, he lead them from the restaurant and towards the waiting car. Tonight he would make sure Naruto was so tired he wouldn’t be able to dream. And Sasuke…a shiver went through him. He was practically shaking at the thought of being buried inside him.



He’d told himself he would wait until the cast came off. He placated himself with blowjobs, content to watch his two boys together. For a while it was enough. No longer. He’d wanted Sasuke for too long.



Even as young children, he’d felt a bond with his brother unlike anything else. As they grew older, it transformed into an unsatisfied lust. He’d watched his brother, knowing it was wrong but unable to stop himself from desiring the unattainable.



Now, Sasuke was his. Every inch of him was only his. Tonight sealed the deal. Tonight.



Sasuke seemed sense his brother’s intensity. His fingers tightened on the material of his pants. He dropped his gaze, avoiding Itachi’s. He was practically cumming in his pants in anticipation. He’d felt so empty.



The ride to the apartment seemed instantaneous. As the car slid to a stop before the elevator in the underground parking garage.



Naruto was out of the car first, followed by Itachi and then Sasuke. Sasuke grumbled as he adjusted his crutches. His leg, weakened from its time in the cast, slowed him down. It didn’t help his mood that Naruto seemed to be getting his second wind, bouncing quietly in place.



“I’m going to take a shower. My leg stinks.” Sasuke grumbled, ambling towards the bathroom.



The large shower was probably bigger than the average person’s entire bathroom. Sasuke leaned heavily against the tile, taking his weight off his aching leg. The doctor had explained it would hurt for a while, the healing process was still going on. It didn’t make it any easier to put up with. At least the massive cast was gone. The weight of that thing had been like dragging a toddler around on his leg.



Hot water shot from three sprays. He moaned as the warm water ran down his leg. It was so wonder to feel water on his leg. He grabbed a sponge, coating it with a thick layer of shower gel. He just needed to get clean.



So focused on cleaning seven weeks worth of grime and sweat from his leg, he didn’t notice the presence of another in the shower until a pale hand glided around his abdomen. He jerked and would have fallen to the floor had not the strong arm held him aloft.



“Itachi.” he gasped out, his heart finally slowing to a manageable rate.



“Are you hiding from me, Sasuke?”



“No, I just wanted to take a fucking shower. Can’t I even do that in peace?”



“Why are you so angry?” Itachi lifted a hand, forcing Sasuke’s neck to arch over his shoulder.



“I’m not angry. Where’s Naruto?”



“He knows we need to be alone and if the only way I can get you alone and docile is in the shower then so be it.”



Sasuke growled, swirling around to face his brother. His foot slipped, nearly sending him to the ground once more. Only Itachi’s arms kept him from eating tile. “You know who fucked with my car, don’t you?”



Itachi sighed. Sasuke always was such an intuitive boy. “I’ll handle it, Sasuke.”



“I don’t want you to handle it. I just want to forget about it. I don’t like the thought of you hurting people. Give the police your information. Let them handle it.”



“Sasuke. That information was most likely acquired through less than legal means. It would be inadmissible in court.”



“I don’t want you to go to jail.”



Itachi smirked before lowering his lips to Sasuke’s ear. His teeth bit the rim of his ear, drawing a shuddered gasp from him. “I won’t go to jail. The people I hire are very good at their job.”



“Itachi…” Sasuke moaned.



“You know Sasuke, I’ve held back. I’ve let you get used to Naruto. I’ve let you fuck him. Now, I’m going to take what I’ve waited for. You both belong to me.”



Itachi kissed his way down Sasuke’s throat. His tongue shot out every so often, lapping up the beads of water trickling down his skin. Each time he paused to suck on a patch of skin, Sasuke groaned low in his throat.



“I like the way you taste. So different from Naruto. Do you want our first time to be with Naruto watching or alone?” Itachi’s hand cupped the dangling balls, hanging below Sasuke’s shaft. He completely ignored the leaking organ in favor of teasing him.



“I…what about Naruto?” Sasuke groaned, his head falling back to offer more skin to his brother.



“He knows what we are doing, just as he knows this time is between you and me. There will be times when I want all my attention on Naruto just as their will be times when it will be just the two of you.” Itachi stroked his finger behind the balls in his hand, rubbing hard across the perineum.



“Ah! I think…this time…I…just us.”



The garbled mesh of words must have made since to Itachi. He smiled against Sasuke’s neck, bringing his brother’s weak leg up around his waist while pushing him against the wall of the shower. The position forced their cocks against each other.



“Itachi…” Sasuke moaned, moving his hips against him in search of friction.



“Always so impatient, Sasuke.”



Itachi’s hand drifted over the tight ass, stroking the crease but never entering. Sasuke’s face buried in his neck as his hands clawed at his shoulders. The burn of his short nails across his skin told him how much Sasuke wanted that finger doing more than rubbing.



“Sasuke…I want to here you say it.”



He could practically hear Sasuke gritting his teeth. For a moment, he wondered if he would balk at the request. Sasuke was proud, even in the bedroom.



“For fuck’s sake, stop teasing and stick it in me.”



“So vulgar, Sasuke.”



“Hn…” he grunted as the slick finger pressed inside, only the water as lubricant.



“Good boy.” Itachi purred, pulling Sasuke’s leg to rest on one of the side seats.



Sasuke only grunted as another finger was pressed inside. He wasn’t exactly lubricated. The fingers stung a little as they pressed inside. The deeper they moved, the harder he panted. His body tightened in anticipation of the pleasurable thrill sure to race through him at the touch on his prostate. When it didn’t come, he moaned his dissatisfaction.



“Itachi…?”



“Patience.”



“Patience…how can I be patient when you have two fingers shoved up my ass and still haven’t touched my prostate?” Sasuke ground out, his hips jerking as much as he could with his balance off.



“Actually, I have three.” Itachi grinned, a third finger shoved inside.



Sasuke grunted, his teeth practically gnawing his lip bloody. His prostate might be lacking in attention, but the nerves surrounding his anus were activating at the stretching. One hand dropped from Itachi’s shoulder to grasp at his cock, stroking while pushing back on the fingers.



“No, no.” Itachi pulled Sasuke’s fingers away, earning a plaintive whine.



“Impatient little brother.”



“I ache, Itachi.”



“I know.” Itachi released his brother, walking around him and placing both of Sasuke’s hands on the bar for support. He pushed open the taunt cheeks to reveal the clenching hole. Sasuke was obviously needy, his body was clenched so tight he was certain he would crush him before he even entered him.



“Relax Sasuke.”



Kissing first Sasuke’s neck, and then his shoulders; Itachi worked his way down. Each knobby protrusion on the slender back received attention from his lips. The lower he worked, the more erratic Sasuke’s breathing became. Each inhalation was half gasp, half breathe. As his tongue teased the beginning of the crease, Sasuke was nearly incoherent.



“Relax.”



His tongue stroked down the crease as his teeth nibbled at the delicate skin. Each kiss, each swipe of his tongue seemed to drive any and all reason from Sasuke. He was as pliable as clay beneath Itachi’s hands.



His tongue stroked over the tight pucker, feeling it clench down with even more force. From his kneeling position behind Sasuke, he could see the leaking red head of his brother’s erection. Cum was practically streaming from him. Since the accident, Sasuke had been highly sexually active with Naruto. Looking at his cock, he appeared almost virginal in his lust.



“Are you that needy, Sasuke?”



“Please…” Sasuke groaned.



Itachi lapped against the pucker of his anus. It was enough. Sasuke shrieked; his body convulsed. The oldest watched in fascination as Sasuke’s cock spurted his cum on the tile floor.



“Just like you to be so impatient.” Itachi reached a hand around to stroke Sasuke, extending the ending of his orgasm.



“Sorry…” Sasuke panted, his body leaning heavily against the wall. His shame was evident in the flush spreading across his cheeks and neck.



“Don’t be. I like how responsive you are.” Itachi brought his fingers to his lips, lapping up the small bit of cum from them.



Sasuke groaned at the sight. His brother was so sensual. Everyone lusted for Itachi. He could make sex even more desirable.



Itachi smiled taking some the soap in his hand and rubbing it over his own cock, creating a lather. His eyes promised heights of pleasure. Sasuke moaned as Itachi’s hands cupped his half hard member. His fingers ran across the over sensitive tip. His body jerked, his hands were forced to cling to the wall in order to stay aloft.



“I’m going to take you now, Sasuke.”



Itachi’s hands left Sasuke’s member, circling around to squeeze the firm globes of his ass. He ran the tip of his slicked member up and down through the crease. Each time Sasuke attempted to push back into the stroking cock, Itachi moved away. He was determined that Sasuke knew who was in charge.



“Please, I’m going to embarrass myself again if you don’t hurry.”



Itachi cocked his head, considering that statement. He wondered how many times he could get Sasuke to cum before he was drained dry? He estimated he could get at least two more orgasms from him. Possibly three. The thought was intriguing but he would save a little for Naruto. It wasn’t fair to keep him from all the fun.



He smirked, sliding just the tip of himself inside. The muscles around Sasuke’s anus clenched down, trying both to push him out and pull him in. So, he waited for his brother to loosen up once more.



“Relax, Sasuke. I don’t want to hurt you.”



“I’m…trying.” he panted out.



Itachi grunted as Sasuke’s body gave way, causing him to slide deep. There was a mutual groan from both men as Itachi slid in to hilt. The heat from the shower, coupled with their own breath fogged the stall.



Each movement he made brought a cry from Sasuke. He hadn’t realized his brother was so vocal until now. With Naruto, while passionate, he had held in many of his sounds. Itachi found he liked those sounds coming from Sasuke. He would have to make it his job to pull ever one of those sounds from him.



He ran the palm of his hand over Sasuke’s flank, feeling the tensing and releasing of the muscles. His slender frame was much like his own. Genetics seemed to bless them both, giving them the appropriate amount of muscle for their frames. He wondered for a moment if his attraction to Sasuke was narcissistic. They looked alike in some aspects. Did he like the thought of fucking himself? He quickly dispelled the thought. While they might be similar in some ways, they were as different as two people could be.



“Move…please.” Sasuke groaned, his hips pushing back almost desperately.



The words brought Itachi from his inner thoughts. He flexed his hips, pushing deeper inside. Sasuke arched again, his fingers trying to find placing on the slick wall. He couldn’t contain his cry, the sound sending thrills through Itachi.



“Do you like that, brother.” he purred.



The rhythm rocked them both. Each inward thrust drawing more and more cries from Sasuke. Itachi smirked as he heard the shower stall open. Naruto stood naked and pleading, his hand stroking himself in time with their movement.



“Look who came to join us, Sasuke.” Itachi bit his brother’s shoulder, pulling him from the pleasure.



Sasuke lifted his eyes, gasping out his name. “Naruto…”



Naruto crept closer, his hands drifted over Itachi’s hips before reaching to stroke Sasuke. He kissed Itachi, their tongues mingling. The sight had Sasuke growling, partially because Itachi stopped moving and partially because he wanted Naruto’s lips. He didn’t like being left out.



“My little brother wants some attention from you, Naruto.”



Naruto smiled as he pushed Sasuke’s bangs from his face. A mixture of sweat and water trickled down his cheeks, drawing Naruto’s lips and tongue. Sasuke moaned, tightening almost viciously around Itachi. The motion earned a groan, followed by a vicious thrust.



“I think Sasuke wants you to suck him, Naruto.” Itachi panted, his hips resuming their motions.



Sasuke nodded frantically. At first he’d wanted it to be just him and Itachi. Now, the introduction of Naruto had driven the experience up a notch. It added a new facet to his pleasure.



“God, yes. Suck me.”



“Say please.” Naruto chuckled, kneeling before him. His breath hot against the dripping flesh.



“Please, for God’s sake, please.” Sasuke screamed out, Itachi’s inward thrust slammed against his prostate.



Naruto’s lips enveloped the tip, sucking lightly before flicking the underside of the tip with his tongue. Sasuke’s body shuddered. His orgasm was moments away. He was going to embarrass himself again and he didn’t care. All that mattered was Itachi’s hot cock inside him and Naruto’s sucking mouth on him.



Naruto’s fingers lifted from Sasuke’s thighs, to stroke over the soft wrinkled skin of his balls before pressing behind them. Sasuke’s eyes got impossibly wide as he was pushed suddenly over the peak, coming hard in Naruto’s mouth.



The other swallowed every drop, his throat working hard to keep from choking. Sasuke slumped boneless against the wall, Itachi grunted behind him before warmth filled him. His eyes lowered to where Naruto crouched at his feet, his hands working his erection rapidly. He pulled away from Itachi, feeling him slide from his body as he slumped to the ground.



His hands stopped Naruto’s motions. His tongue licked out to catch a small dribble of cum on the tan chin while his own hands began to work Naruto. He watched amazed as Naruto’s slim chest arched back. It didn’t take more than a few strokes before heat filled his palms. Both slumped together while Itachi watched the actions with hooded eyes.



He wanted to take them again. His body was already beginning to heat again from the sight of the two slumped together on the floor.



Naruto sucked lazily at Sasuke’s shoulder, causing the other to shudder in response. Itachi found the sight extremely erotic. His hands slid beneath his brother’s arms, lifting him to his feet.



It took some doing, but the three were soon out of the bathroom and in the bed. The sheets clung to the still damp bodies as they explored each other’s bodies with no thought of tomorrow.



Itachi was well aware of what he planned to do but for now was content to have his two most precious belongings in his bed. If it was within his power, nothing bad would ever find them again. His first step to that would begin tomorrow.



To be continued~