The Flavor of Sin

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



Warnings: cursing, incest, sex, plotting revenge, and anything else I didn’t mention.



AN: I was so frustrated with this chapter that I finally said fuck it and decided to post it. I'm sure you guys will love it, I'm just frustrated with what I wanted from this chapter and not being able to do it. Anyway, I hope you enjoy. Comment if you like, they always feed my muse, flightly bitch that she is.



The Flavor of Sin



Chapter Twelve



Itachi calmly slid on his suit jacket, brushing casually at the lapels. The black wool looked good on him. Black had always been a color he wore with style. Even during his youth, he was always one to pull off black with surprising ease. It was as he was born to wear it. It was a color that contained power. He liked how it intimidated people, seeing him striding through the masses, parting to allow him by like some sort of royalty. He was denied nothing because he held the power. With the power came a sense of possessiveness to what he thought of as his. His car. His home. His business. His Naruto and Sasuke.



When people attempted to take what was his, he took offense. Now was the time to bring about his revenge. The only question was just how vicious he wanted to be? Did he want to destroy the woman and all those close to her? Did he want to go so far as to have her taken care of? Kisame could and would do it willingly if he asked it. So many decisions.



He plucked his money clip from the bedside table before stroking a hand down the smooth skin of Sasuke’s back. He watched his brother moan, snuggling closer to Naruto who threw a leg across the other’s hip. He fought the growl threatening to roll from his chest as the pink, slightly puckered scar was made visible on Sasuke’s naked abdomen. No one hurt what was his and escaped unscathed.



He left the room, happy his two treasures would be safe for now. He picked up the phone, dialing one and waited for a voice on the other end. The wait wasn’t long.



“Yes, Mr. Uchiha?”



“Bring the car around, Franz.”



“Yes, sir.”



He dropped the receiver on the cradle, turning to see Sasuke leaning heavily against the door frame leading to the bedroom. “It’s early, Sasuke. Go back to bed.”



“Itachi…where are you going?”



“The office. I have some things to take care of.”



“You wouldn’t lie to me?”



Itachi sighed, staring deeply into Sasuke’s eyes. They were so alike. Neither took things at face value, looking deeper to see what was underneath the outer shell. That was probably why both were utterly fascinated by Naruto. True, he was attractive to look upon but it was so much more. He had depths that rivaled even that of the Uchihas.



Sasuke was no fool. He knew Itachi was planning something. A smirk caused one corner of Itachi’s lips to lift, changing the enter appearance of his face. “Sasuke, what makes you ask that?”



“Itachi, stop playing games.” Sasuke scowled, as Itachi arched a brow.



“Sasuke, if I promise not to do anything illegal, may I leave?”



“Fine. Not like I could stop you anyway.” Sasuke probably would have stomped away had his leg been one hundred percent. As it was, he simply hobbled back into the bedroom.



Itachi was grateful he didn’t slam the door. Naruto was finally collecting some much needed rest. If he was woken up, his natural excess of energy would likely keep him going for hours, making him even more annoyingly hyperactive in the afternoon.



He took that moment to leave the apartment, taking the elevator into the garage where his driver waited with his Mercedes. Franz opened the door upon his approach, nodding good morning to his employer. His driver was always ready, no matter what time Itachi called.



“Where to, sir?”



“The office. I have some things to start taking care of.”



“Yes, sir.”



The Mercedes pulled before the towering building that encompassed the main offices. Of course, the still darkened building was lit only by the auxiliary lighting at this time of day. Most of the businessmen and women wouldn’t be in for hours. Even his secretary wouldn’t arrive for at least two hours. He liked it this way. He liked coming in early; forcing others to be on their toes from the moment they stepped into the office.



Itachi strode into the deserted office building. He was the only person who would ever consider coming in this early. The sun was barely peaking over the horizon of buildings as he sipped on coffee he prepared at the station outside his office. Normally, Pam would handle that but as she had not arrived, he was forced to do so himself.



His fingers danced across the keyboard of his office computer as he read the documents Sasori had sent to him containing the financial status of Michaels Inc. He arched a brow, slightly surprised. It seemed that Michaels had been skirting the edge of bankruptcy for several months. Their failure to keep up with the changing market, providing new products and services to their consumers was affecting their bottom line, drastically. It seems Mr. Michaels had been pouring his on money into the company to keep it barely afloat. Had it been a larger business even the personal capital would not have helped.



He was suddenly very thankful he had decided to go with another company for one of his newest software programs. Michaels hid the state of his company very well; even Itachi’s initial review of the company hadn’t come up with anything detrimental to his decision. His reasoning for choosing another company had come down to an instinctual feeling, the statistical data barely differing in the two companies.



“Interesting.” He began tapping his fingers on the desk as he considered this new development. There were several routes he could take. The most vicious would affect not only Bernadette Michaels, but others as well. It was a difficult decision but something would need to be done or she was likely to keep coming. A woman scorned did not let up after one failure.



“Mr. Uchiha!” Itachi glanced up to see the surprised face of his secretary. The woman was beyond amazing at her job, keeping his business schedule running smoothly but she could never seem to get a one up with him. He liked that he could keep her guessing.



“Good morning, Pam. As soon as he gets in, I would like you to send Mr. Hatake to my office.” Itachi brought his cup to his lips to hide the smirk as he watched his flustered secretary gain control of her senses.



“Yes, sir…You do realize Mr. Hatake is likely not to be in until lunch time?” she asked, pulling out her scheduler.



“It’s fine, order out a lunch for us to arrive around noon. He has some interesting quirks but if he wasn’t the best there was, I would not have hired him for the job he does.” Itachi said, nodding a dismissal before turning back to his computer.



As soon as the door shut, he plucked his phone from the cradle, dialing a well known number.



“Yeah?” A gruff voice answered, sounding less than pleased to be disturbed.



“Kisame, would you like a job?” Itachi purred into the receiver.



“Itachi?”



“Well?”



“What’s the job?”



“Just a pick up job. I’m sure you can handle it. You wanted to watch the fun anyway, didn‘t you?” Itachi smirked at the mumbled affirmative.



“Fine, when and where?” Kisame grumbled.



“I’ll contact you later.”



“You better make it worth my wild if you want me working before noon, Itachi.”



“Ah, Kisame. You know I always take care of those whose help me.”



Kisame snorted before slamming down the phone, causing Itachi to pull the receiver away from his ear with a barely visible wince. Now, if only Kakashi would come. Kakashi was practically a genius with money and investing. It was with his help, Uchiha had developed the revenue to become a house hold name. He wondered what others would think if they knew that at one point, he’d once sold his body on the streets for his next fix of heroin?



They say geniuses are always tormented, Kakashi Hatake seemed to be more so than most. Surprisingly, it wasn’t Itachi who brought him from the darkness but his cousin Obito. Itachi had been eighteen when Obito had called him up, asking for a favor. Uchiha’s didn’t ask for help often. Obito might have been the black sheep of the family but he was still an Uchiha and ruled by the same code engrained from birth. The favor turned out to be a place in a good rehab facility for Kakashi and a job afterward, provided he stayed clean. Itachi agreed and had never regretted it since.



Kakashi had his quirks; his tendency to be late, his propensity for reading porn during working hours, and his absolute disregard for authority. All this was just part of what made Kakashi such an interesting specimen and employee. Most thought Itachi gave him too much leash but if they knew how much money the one eyed man had made them in the last eight years, their mouths would likely be hanging open in surprise.



True to form, shortly after eleven a.m., Kakashi came strolling lazily into his office. He didn’t bother knocking, ignoring the annoying glare coming from the man behind the desk. Pam apologized profusely before closing the doors to his office, giving them the privacy needed.



“I see you decided to join me.” said Itachi, dryly.



“How could I deny my boss access to my services?” Kakashi settled in one of the plush office chairs facing Itachi’s desk. “What may I do for you?”



“Are you aware that Michaels Inc is nearly in the gutter, money wise?” Itachi asked, rolling his pen between his fingers.



Kakashi noticed the movement but didn’t speak his thoughts. Itachi only did that particular habit when he was considering taking over a company, or in some cases, running one into the ground. The motion could be akin to predator playing with his food before eating it. It was a shame the CEO of Michaels wasn’t in the room, the effect would have held much more power.



“I haven’t really paid much attention.” Kakashi answered.



“Come on, Kakashi. You know as well as I you know the financial statistics of every company we work with, have worked with, or are considering working with.” Itachi’s smile was that of a devil.



“Itachi, we’ve known each other for years. I’m living with your cousin. The only person who knows more about me than you is Obito and sometimes I doubt that, knowing how fucking anal you are about your employees. What do you want?” Kakashi crossed his legs, staring directly into Itachi’s gaze, something very few people did.



Itachi respected Kakashi. He respected his mind but also the fact he never backed down from him. In a world where most people were so fucking terrified of Itachi Uchiha, he found it refreshing that this man treated him as an equal despite that Itachi was in fact his employer.



“I want you to start buying up any spare shares of Michaels Inc. I want to own as much of them as possible but I want you to do it through some of our smaller companies. I don’t want Michaels to know what I’m doing.” Itachi placed the pen carefully to the desk before pressing the intercom. “Pam, has our lunch arrived?”



“Yes, sir. I bring it right in.”



“Itachi, are you going to destroy that company for your on pleasure?”



“I haven’t decided yet. I’m sure it will come to me.”



“What did the poor bastard do to you?” asked Kakashi.



“He married a bitch.” answered Itachi as his secretary wheeled in their lunch.



~*~



The digital time on his computer read seven-thirty as Itachi rolled his shoulders tiredly. Pam had left hours ago, offering to stay but knowing the offer would be refused. Itachi was not one to take her up on her friendly offers. As long as her files were kept in precise order, he was much happier working alone. He would leave the handling of his schedule to her but when it came to working, he did better when alone.



His stomach rumbled; reminding him it had been almost eight hours since he’d last eaten. He should have gone home hours ago. Naruto was probably annoying the hell out of Sasuke. He promised himself he would return home after he finished going over the newest proposal presented by R&D. He only hoped it didn’t take much longer. He was anxious to see the two young men likely to be waiting for him at the door.



The thought had barely entered his mind when the door of his office flew open, slamming against the wall with the force of the entrance. Naruto, cheeks pink from obvious exertion stood in the doorway for five seconds before his eyes zeroed in on Itachi behind the desk.



“Tachi!” he yelled, racing across the room plow into his chest.



Itachi could do nothing but rub the soft blond hair as the tan face was nuzzling deep in his neck. Naruto was obviously over excited about something. The way he radiated joy was obvious to anyone who cared to look.



“What are you doing here?” Itachi asked, the surprise having now worn off.



“Bringing you dinner since you’re obviously intent on sleeping at the office tonight.” Sasuke was leaning heavily on his crutch with one arm while the other hand carried a bag from which a delicious aroma exuded.



Itachi’s stomach grumbled again in response, resulting in a giggle from Naruto. “It was Sasuke’s idea when you still weren’t home at five. He said you would probably be working late and that we should bring you dinner. I think he was right.”



“That’s so kind of you to think of me.” Itachi smiled, kissing Naruto on the corner of his lips.



“Sasuke said you left really early and that when you do that, it means you will probably be working late too. I wanted to cook but we didn’t have any way to bring it so we stopped by Bella’s and got take out.” Naruto happily chattered on as set the large bag of food on the table in the corner of the office.



Itachi noticed how his brother blushed as Naruto went on and on about how Sasuke knew this and Sasuke thought of that. It was obvious his brother knew more about his tendencies than even he realized. He had never thought he was that predictable.



“Naruto.”



“Yes, Tachi?” smiled Naruto brightly, obviously chipper due to the previous night’s rest.



“Help Sasuke set up the food while I wash up.” Itachi gently pressed the other from his lap as he stood. His muscles ached, a side effect of too long spent in the same position. He would have to be more careful in the future about becoming lost in his work.



“Okay!” Naruto trotted to where Sasuke was setting out dishes of food.



Itachi exited the bathroom several minutes later to see Naruto straddling Sasuke’s hips, his face buried in an arched neck, obviously feasting on Sasuke’s skin instead of the food before them. His eyes flared as he leaned against the frame to watch the two. It never got old, watching the way these two moved together. They complemented each other amazingly. It gave him immense pleasure to watch the two of them take pleasure from each other.



“Does the entertainment come free with the meal?” he asked, almost groaning when Naruto rocked harder on Sasuke before turning his gaze to Itachi.



“Would you like a show with dinner?” grinned Naruto.



“I think I’m in the mood for it.”



Sasuke grew red in the face. “What? Here?”



The sight was endearing. Sasuke‘s blush. Naruto‘s grin. Both of their cocks at full mast. “You already seem well on your way towards a full out session.”



Itachi lifted himself on his desk, setting his plate of food beside him. His fingers lifted a buttered prawn to his lips, savoring the tangy flavor of the citrus, butter, and herbs. The succulent meat practically melted in his mouth as he eyed his two guests.



“Come on, Sasuke. You know you want to.” purred Naruto, nipping at the other’s lips.



“Naruto, come here.” Itachi gestured with a smirk, his fingers lifting a bit of prawn to the other’s mouth as he approached. “Is it good?”



Naruto chewed the meat before sucking the fingers into his hot mouth, lapping at the buttery sauce. Sasuke practically growled from his seat a few feet away. Itachi saw the needful gleam in the others eye. It flared as he stared jealously at Naruto and Itachi.



Itachi kissed Naruto, lapping his tongue around the parted lips, savoring the flavor of the meal on the other’s lips before working his way to an ear partially hidden by golden locks. “I want you to take Sasuke for me. I want you to make him scream.”



Naruto’s throat bobbed at the husky request. He shivered as Itachi brought a bite of buttery crustacean to his mouth. “Go feed, Sasuke. He looks hungry.”



Naruto groaned, moving back towards Sasuke. The other practically melted as the food was transferred from Naruto’s mouth to Sasuke’s. While the older chewed, Naruto nibbled and licked at the moving lips. Sasuke was quick to swallow before opening to the other’s probing.



Naruto slid off Sasuke’s lap, pulling him to his feet. Sasuke swayed slightly before gaining his balance. He leaned heavily on Naruto as the other tugged him towards the arm of the couch.



“What are you doing?” Sasuke struggled a bit, pulling away only to be pushed face first over the arm.



“Tachi wants to watch me take you. Be a good boy and give him a show.” purred Naruto, nipping hard on Sasuke’s ear.



“Stop that…since when do you do any of the…oh!” Sasuke gasped as Naruto’s hand slipped inside his pants to fondle the erection that hadn’t left his pants since Naruto had climbed on his lap when Itachi stepped in the washroom.



“I like the thought of taking this.” he grinned, taking the lobe of Sasuke ear between his teeth as he slid the jeans down his hips. “You’re going to like it too. Tachi isn’t the only one who gets to take this ass.”



Sasuke groaned low as Naruto began to fondle his balls, pulled them away from his body and rolling them between his fingers. He was nervous about the touches. Each stroke of his hand brought him closer to the pink puckered entrance. Sasuke squeaked as a soft finger brushed over his anus before moving upward to stroke the small black snake tattooed at the base of his spine. He knew Naruto was tracing the snake. The other seemed fascinated by the small bit of ink. Sai had designed the small creature but he would never tell Itachi that. His brother was already on edge when it came to the other artist.



Naruto’s tongue replaced his finger, tracing along the black snake before working his way down to lap at the crease created by his buttocks. Each stroke brought him closer and closer towards where he both wanted and hated to be touched. Being rimmed was something he both hated and loved. It pushed him beyond his own control. He’d never allowed Sai to do it to him, even when he pretended to be Itachi. He feared he would forget about everything but the pleasure. That in itself took away the pleasure of the action for Sasuke…at least before.



Now, his fingers dug in deeply to the couch as Naruto teased him with the promise of pleasure only to pull back, denying him what he wanted. “Please…I…”



“Please what? Come on, Sasuke. I thought you were more articulate than that.” Naruto teased, nipping at the skin surrounding the darker skin.



“You fucking idiot…just do it…” Sasuke growled out, earning a chuckle from Itachi. Fuck, he’d forgotten he was watching. If anything, his cock got even harder as he thought about the position he was in, his ass on prime display for Itachi who was calmly eating his food, seated on his desk.



“So difficult. Do you see how he treats me, Tachi? No respect.” Naruto pouted, biting down hard on the flesh of one buttock while his fingers scrapped over the skin of his anus.



Itachi chuckled again. “Make him respect you, Naruto. Respect is earned, not given.”



“Maybe I will.” Naruto grinned toothily, returning to his nipping and sucking.



Every so often there was a bit of skin darkened to red from Naruto’s teeth and lips. He sighed when Naruto finally decided to lap at the puckered skin of his anus. Finally!



Naruto lapped gently at the skin before pressing a finger just along the entrance, forcing it open ever so slightly for him to dip his tongue inside. Sasuke clenched down hard, his eyes rolling back in his head. God, he hated being rimmed. It always pushed him so close to the edge, one touch from Naruto’s fingers around his cock would be enough to have him shooting all over the couch. “S-Stop…”



“No.” growled Naruto, forcing his tongue deeper as the finger wedged its way alongside his tongue.



Sasuke whimpered, his hips pressing forward against the sofa in an effort to get some pressure on his cock. He was so close, he could almost taste his orgasm as it rose with each thrust of Naruto’s tongue and finger.



“Stop.” Itachi’s voice brought Naruto’s gaze up and a groan from Sasuke. “Sasuke, prep yourself.”



Itachi reached behind him into the desk, producing a bottle of lubricant. Naruto caught the tossed bottle with an arched brow. He’d rarely been to Itachi’s office and definitely hadn’t fucked there until now.



“I’m always prepared.” Itachi lifted another bite of food to his lips, licking his fingers delicately like a cat.



Sasuke snatched the lube from Naruto’s hand, squirting it liberally on his fingers before shoving two angrily up his ass. He winced at the fingers, his ass still a little tender from the previous night’s events.



“Bastard, be careful.”



Almond shaped eyes turned Naruto. “Don’t you like what you see? Don’t you like it a little when Itachi hurts you just a little? I know I want to fill a cock in me, not be treated like some prissy woman with her first lay. I want to be fucked and if neither one of you will do it, I’m sure I can find someone who will.”



Sasuke regretted the words the minute they left his mouth. He understood why he said them. He was currently frustrated, both emotionally and sexually. He was worried Itachi was going to do something bad that was likely to back fire on him. He was frustrated that Naruto wasn’t giving him what he wanted and Itachi was just watching them, not even bothering to tell them what to do.



Itachi was off his desk, his hand clenched in Sasuke’s spiked hair so fast, he wasn’t sure he even saw him move. “Don’t even think about letting another man or woman touch you. I will kill them. Don’t think I’m bluffing either. You are mine. Naruto is mine. I don’t share. Don’t make me tell you this again. You I would never hurt but if another tries to take what’s mine. I have no problem with destroying them. Do you understand me?”



Sasuke hissed as the fingers tightened in his hair but remained silent. “Do you understand me, Sasuke?”



“Yes.”



“Good. Naruto, he’s stretched enough. Take him.”



Naruto removed Sasuke’s fingers from his anus grabbing the lube and slathered a hardy amount on his own erection before thrusting three fingers inside him. Sasuke winced, the motion subdued by Itachi’s hand in his hair.



“If you want to play the slut, you only have to let me know. I can treat you like a slut all you want.” Itachi snarled into Sasuke’s ear, his free hand pulling the belt free from his pants before releasing his own erection.



Sasuke swallowed at the sight, unable to look away from the dark red head. A bead of cum pooled on the tip under his heated gaze, causing him to lick his lips in lust. “Please…”



“Do you want to suck me, little slut?” Itachi crooned his fingers tightening on the hair in his fist.



Sasuke lost all ability to respond. He moaned, nodding his head in affirmation. He opened his mouth as the cock presented teased his lips while Naruto’s gentle hands adjusted his hips for penetration. Itachi pressed forward hard just as Naruto slid inside.



Sasuke made a garbled sound around the thickness in his mouth. He was filled at both ends. Naruto’s gentle movements in his ass differed in the harsher treatment of his mouth. He practically choked around Itachi’s length as Naruto pressed harder inside, brushing his prostate.



Itachi growled as Sasuke’s throat closed around his length, causing him to pull out only to plunge back inside the wet warmth. He’d intended to simply watch Naruto take Sasuke, to pump himself to orgasm watching his two boys. Such wasn’t the case. His mind went red when Sasuke threatened to seek pleasure elsewhere. Something primal overtook his brain. He suddenly wanted to ingrain in Sasuke that he belonged to him.



Sasuke sucked hard on the flesh being plunged between his lips. It was almost as if Itachi and Naruto were in sync. As Naruto pulled out, Itachi thrust inside. When the cock was in his ass, his mouth was free, if only for a few moments.



Surprisingly, Itachi came first. His cum pumped hard in his mouth, forcing him to swallow the load. The taste was like an aphrodisiac, making him clench around Naruto as heat powered through him. Itachi slumped against the sofa as Naruto continued to grunt behind him, each inward thrust causing chill bumps to spread across his body in a rush.



Sweat caused his hair to stick to his face, small droplets dripped from him to splash on the leather sofa beneath him. Naruto’s hand squeezed beneath him to grab his cock, forcing a moan from him. His face lifted, seeing Itachi’s impossibly dark eyes starting intensely at the two of them. Those lust filled eyes sent him over the edge, carrying Naruto with him.



He might have blacked out for a moment, coming back to the feel of cum dripping down his thighs and a weight pressing the air from his lungs. “Get off me.”



Naruto pushed away, surprised at the harsh words. Sasuke ignored him, grabbing his discarded pants with a scowl.



“Sasuke…what’s wrong?” the other asked, confusion evident on his face.



“What’s wrong? If you don’t know what’s wrong then I have nothing to say about it.” he growled, sending him a look that oozed his anger.



He grabbed his crutch, fully intending to leave the building for home. He felt almost dirty. For the first time in his relationship with Itachi and Naruto, he felt used. True, he enjoyed it but that was beside the point.



“Sasuke.” Itachi’s voice caused him to stop.



“What?”



Warm arms wrapped around him, pulling him until he was draped across a warm lap. He avoided his brother’s eyes, determined not to allow them to pull him in. He didn’t fight, knowing full well he couldn’t do much in his still healing state.



“Sasuke, why are you angry?”



He felt Naruto join them on the sofa, his own face buried itself in Sasuke’s neck. He fought the warmth that coursed through him at the gesture. He was quickly losing his resolve as they touched and stroked him.



“Sasuke…” Itachi asked again, his hand forcing Sasuke to face him.



“What do you care?”



“I care, but I want to understand what is going through your head. One minute you blush like a virgin, the next you are bitching. God only knows what is going through your brain. You are such an idiot, little brother.” Itachi was so annoyed with Sasuke; he didn’t even realize he’d switched to Japanese.



“I don’t like feeling dirty after sex, alright.” Sasuke scowled.



“What?” Naruto’s head jerked up, a hurt look on his face.



“Not like that, idiot. I felt used. Itachi treating me like a slut. I don’t like it, alright.” Sasuke dropped his eyes, feeling the gaze of both.



“You really are an idiot. Sasuke, I would never treat you badly. If you don’t like dirty talk, I won’t use it but it can spice up the sex. I was angry at you. I didn’t like when you threatened to go to another person. Don’t do that again. I don’t think I would be able to control myself if you did.” Itachi brought Sasuke’s face to his chest.



“I’m sorry; I was just trying to get Naruto to hurry up. I didn’t think you would go crazy.” Sasuke buried his face in the linen shirt, breathing in the musk of Itachi. He felt Naruto cuddle close, his warmth covering his back.



“And you call me an idiot.” snickered Naruto, nipping at the other’s ear and earning himself an elbow to the ribs.



“Ass. You are still an idiot but I guess I can be one from time to time.” Sasuke grumbled before yawning.



“Let’s go home. We can finish eating there.” Itachi offered, not wanting to stay in the office any longer. Whatever was left for him to finish could wait for the next day. Tomorrow, Kakashi was sure to have the stats ready for him and he could begin making plans. Tomorrow was going to be interesting indeed.



To be continued.