What Can I Do For You?

Summary: After a hard and frustrating day of work, Sasuke Uchiha wants nothing more than a nice long fuck with his lover, Naruto Uzumaki. His plans are foiled when Naruto has to work late at his father's bar. To placate his lover, Naruto suggests a bout of phone sex. What neither realize is they aren't alone in their fun. Commissioned by sephonei





Three Way Conference



Warnings: cursing, phone sex, threesomes, incest, adult situations



Sasuke stretched with languish, stepping from the shower and was immediately glad he’d taken his brother up on the suggestion they get an apartment together. Their combined incomes were more than most people made in a lifetime, giving them the option of purchasing an unusually large apartment. They were given the pleasure of each other’s company with the freedom of space.



The phone began ringing throughout the apartment. Assuming Itachi would pick up the line in his room, Sasuke continued go through the motions of his after shower rituals.--shaving, body lotion, hair gel. He might have been born with good genetics but good looks only took one so far. There was no shame in taking care of one’s skin. All those manly men who refused to take care of their skin would look eighty when they were fifty while Sasuke would probably still look forty when he was sixty. Uchihas--gay or not--took care of their skin, hair, and teeth.



“Sasuke pick up the phone, I’m busy with dinner.” Itachi’s baritone voice rumbled through the house and into Sasuke’s bathroom.



A frown replaced the self satisfied smirk. He was partially tempted to allow the answering machine to pick up whoever was calling. The continued ringing brought a twitch to his eye. Itachi was closer to a phone if he was in the kitchen. The bastard was doing it on purpose. He’d probably unplugged the answering machine as it should have long since picked up the caller.



Snatching the phone from his bedside, he snarled into the phone. “What?”



“Nice way to say hello to your boyfriend, bastard.” Naruto rich voice poured into his ear, sending small tingles through him. It was slightly confusing at Naruto calling as he was due to arrive any minute for dinner with them before he and Sasuke adjourned to Sasuke’s portion of the apartment for a bit of after dinner ‘exercise’. After the stressful week he’d had, he really needed the release Naruto would give him. The feelings going through him could be considered a form of withdrawal--sex withdrawal.



“Shouldn’t you be driving here, not talking to me on your phone?” Sasuke didn’t even attempt to hide the smirk he was sure even Naruto could hear in his voice.



“I can’t come tonight. Dad has me working late.” Naruto sounded just as disappointed as Sasuke felt. Frustration increased inside him. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. There would be no easing of his tension tonight. Naruto had effectively ruined him for masturbation. The momentary pleasure from self accomplished release faded all too quickly without Naruto there to press against, the sweat cooling on their bodies. It was a more satisfying experience with Naruto there.



“I see…” Sasuke kept his voice neutral. It wasn’t Naruto’s fault he had to work late at the bar his father owned. Since his father had semi-retired, Naruto had taken on a more important role in the behind the scenes running of the establishment.



Sasuke could practically hear the grin in Naruto‘s voice. The last thing he wanted to do was inflate his lover‘s ego any more than it already was. “Don’t sound like that. I promise I will come by tomorrow night.”



“It’s fine.” Sasuke sat on his bed, took the lube he’d bought on his way home, and placed it in the bedside table.



“Aw, does the poor baby need to cum?” Naruto wasn’t even hiding his laugh at this point.



“I said it’s fucking fine. I can wait until tomorrow,” huffed Sasuke, sprawling back on the bed, the tension in his lower back making him groan with the motion.



“Did you have a rough week, baby?”



“You have no idea but I can manage until tomorrow night.” Sasuke sighed, sexually frustrated and filled annoyance at not gaining release until the next night.



“I can help relieve some of that tension.” Naruto’s voice dropped an octave, taking on the qualities which forced Sasuke into a sexual state primed for release.



“Stop.”



“Don’t you want me to help you with that tension?” Was that a trick question?



“You’re not here so I believe it’s a moot point.” Sasuke glared at the erection poking from the towel still wrapped around his hips.



“You know it’s not. I have my voice and you have some lube in your bedside drawer.”



“You mean now…on the phone?” His erection jumped at the unsaid implication of phone sex. Such escapades were one area they had yet to delve into since taking their relationship to a more physical level.



“Well I can’t be there…so we can do it over the phone. I’m just doing inventory in the back. No one will need to come back here for several hours.” The grin was back. He could mentally visualize Naruto plastering an arrogant grin on his face. “What are you wearing?”



Sasuke swallowed the lump having formed in his throat. “A towel.”



Breath caught on the line, making Sasuke smirk. “Does that arouse you, Naruto?”



“Tease! I’m in charge here,” growled Naruto into the receiver.



“Then get on with it. I have a lot of tension here.” Sasuke pushed aside the towel to free his trapped erection from the soft cloth.



A deep chuckle followed. He was happy Naruto was amused but the heat spiraling through him was enough to drive him mad. Naruto promised relief and Sasuke was determined to make him deliver.



“Get out the vibrator.” That was definitely an order. Sasuke’s erection twitched again, pleading with Sasuke not to ignore Naruto’s demand. Sasuke was no submissive in the bedroom yet with Naruto purring at him though the telephone, he found himself wanting to do as he ordered.



Pulling open the drawer, he withdrew the lube and a blue vibrator. His ass began clenching rhythmically the moment his eyes landed on the blue plastic.



“I can practically see your ass begging for that, Sasuke.” How did he do that?



“In your dreams, asshole.” It took every bit of reserve to keep his voice from sounding overly needy.



“Every night, bastard. Now, since you are already undressed, I want you on your knees with fingers up your ass.” Sasuke’s head fell to the bed. The idiot was turning him on so powerfully, he was afraid he might actually come prematurely. At least Naruto wouldn’t be here if he did.



“You know I don’t need much prep, Naruto.” Sasuke snatched the lube from where he’d tossed it on the bed, prepared to simply push the vibrator inside.



“Don’t do it. Use your fingers. I want you to make your hole nice and wet.” Naruto’s voice contained a hint of commanding presence, making his fingers pause in their slicking of the toy.



“Why?” Sasuke moaned, dropping the toy to the bed.



“Because I like the mental image of you finger fucking yourself. Now be a good boy, and put your fingers up your ass.” Naruto’s tone brokered no refusal and Sasuke found himself not wanting to.



He pressed the conference button on the phone, in his lust, not noticing the small glowing light signaling another line in use. Snatching the lube, he drizzled the clear fluid over his fingers and pressed two inside. “Fuck!”



“That’s the idea. Imagine I’m there watching you fuck yourself with your fingers. You’re so sexy, arching your body to press even deeper. Just the thought is making me want to come.” There was no way in the universe he would last. Just the thought of Naruto, leaning in the backroom of the bar--jerking off to the image he had of what Sasuke was doing.



“Naruto--” Sasuke moaned, his breath panting in and out--muffled by the neatly made comforter.



“That’s it, baby. I want you to fuck yourself on your fingers. Imagine I’m there watching you. You’re putting on a show for me.” Naruto didn’t sound smug any longer. His voice held more than a hint of lust--intoning huskily in Sasuke‘s ears. It appeared Sasuke wasn’t the only one affected by their little game. “Tell me what you’re doing…what it feels like. Tell me what it feels like to have your fingers shoved up your ass.”



Sasuke huffed his breath, trying to focus his mind in such a way to relay what he was feeling. He was heady with lust and knowledge he was affecting Naruto just as much as Naruto was affecting him. “It feels…fucking good knowing I’m doing this for you. I want you so bad, Naruto.”



“I know, baby. Are you hot and wet around your fingers? Are you clenching tight? I know you are…you’re always so tight around me, it’s almost as if you want to gnaw my dick off.” Naruto’s breathy voice sent shivers over his body.



“That’s…unh…because you’re so damn thick.” This was true. Sasuke wasn’t trying to pump up Naruto’s ego. Naruto was slightly shorter in length than Sasuke, but his thickness more than made up for it. Sasuke’s ass had been especially sore after their first time together.



“Heh, flatterer. Are you prepared, Sasuke? Because I’m fucking hard and I want to be inside you.”



“Fuck yes…I want it hard, Naruto. I need it hard.” Sasuke grabbed for the vibrator, determined to push it in as hard as he could. He could feel hints of orgasm curling around his stomach, taunting him with release.



“No…Sasuke, slow. I want to take you slowly. I want you to feel every inch of me as I slide inside.” Naruto was teasing them both, denying them both the release. Sasuke writhed on the bed, thrusting his hardness against the coverlet to gain friction against his engorged tip. His knees spread widely; his ass pushed into the air in longing for Naruto’s hard body. He needed to get off so bad. It seemed like ages since he’d been this hard up for an orgasm. The new spin on their sex life was definitely tantalizing their senses.



“Naruto…please.” Sasuke pressed the vibrator into his lifted backside, his teeth bit at the coverlet as the plastic bullet slid slowly inside. He didn’t have to go slow, but somehow, Naruto would know if he didn‘t. Naruto would know and it would ruin the experience for both of them.



“That’s it baby…a little more. Take it all the way in.” Naruto spoke with panted breath. He was obviously fighting the same pull to jerk himself off as Sasuke was to pump the vibrator hard.



“It feels so good, I feel so full.” Sasuke moaned loudly, Naruto’s breath sounded loud in the speakers--much heavier than normal. He seemed almost there with him--so close. “Naruto, what do you want me to do now?”



“Ha, how the mighty have fallen…turn on the vibrator,” growled Naruto, his voice husky.



“Asshole,” hissed Sasuke, but did as he was told. His mind went white. Vibrations turned him to goo. His fingers released their hold on the toy to clench at the coverlet. His back arched upward and one hand slid beneath his body to cup the leaking hardness below. “Oh! Naruto!”



“That’s it, baby. Scream my name.” He could see in his mind, Naruto’s body arching above him--sweat dripping from his body to splatter on Sasuke’s back. Instead of Sasuke’s hand cupping himself, the visual image of Naruto stroking him took form.



The vibrations erupting through his body brought him closer and closer. He was on the precipice, moments from tumbling over. There was no controlling the pleasure rushing through him with the speed of a runaway train. Heat spiraled through his veins, burning its way towards his throbbing hardness. “Naruto!”



He screamed. His body pulsed. His mind blanked out. It was the most mind blowing experience he’d ever had the pleasure to participate in. His significant brain sloshed around in his head and residual tremors pulsed through him. His hands roughly jerked the vibrator from his anus, collapsing on the bed mindless of the mess semen splattering the surface.



Matching breath panted in and out in rapid succession…and out of sync. There was no mistaking the very evident fact of an extra, panting breath. He was about to speak when the line clicked and the conference call light extinguished. Itachi had been listening. “Fuck me.”



“Tomorrow.” groaned Naruto, still riding the explosion of his orgasm.



Sasuke sat up, scowling towards his bedroom door. “No, you idiot. Itachi was listening to us.”



“Huh?”



“Itachi was listening to us have phone sex. He was listening through the line in his room.” Sasuke fought back the shudder of heat pooling in his stomach. How much had Itachi heard? Enough to be panting along with Naruto and himself. Had he jerked off with them? Had they unknowingly had a threesome? He couldn’t deny Itachi was sexy. He’d always found his brother attractive. Other than Naruto, Itachi was probably the most attractive man he knew.



“So, you’re saying we had a threesome phone sex? Damn, that’s hot.” Sasuke now had Naruto’s full attention. “Next time, Itachi should just join in instead of listening. Can you imagine how hot it would be?”



“Naruto! He’s my brother!” Sasuke couldn’t believe Naruto would even suggest it. His own super secret desire brought to life. Things he’d never told Naruto--things he’d never admitted to even himself.



Naruto laughed, loudly. “Come on Sasuke. Don’t tell me you haven’t ever fantasized about doing it with Itachi. I mean, even if he is your brother, he’s fucking fine. I would pay money to see you two going at it. Maybe tomorrow we should invite him to join us.”



“Naruto--”



“Just think about it. We could have a threesome or we could just have Itachi watch. Do you really think he would turn down such an offer when he’s just jerked off listening to us have phone sex.” Naruto was obviously very into the idea of a threesome between them. Sasuke wasn’t so sure. It wasn’t so much the idea of a threesome bothering him. It was a threesome involving his brother.



“No.”



“Please, Sasuke. Just think about it.” Naruto’s voice purred in his ear. “Just imagine what it would feel like to have additional eyes on us or even better, participating. Think about it.”



And think about it Sasuke did. He thought of it through dinner, while avoiding Itachi’s eyes. He couldn’t look at him without knowing what Itachi had heard and how much it turned Sasuke on knowing his brother had heard him at his most revealed. Late into the night, it was all he thought about. He thought about Itachi’s dark soulful eyes and how they could stare into a man’s very soul. Itachi’s eyes on him while Naruto took him--was there ever a more erotic thought?



A more pressing and nerve wracking thought replaced any involving sex. How would he ask Itachi to join them? Exactly how far was he willing to take it? Did he want eyes on him or did he want his brother as a full participant? It was hard not to think about what he’d never allowed himself to consider. The moral code of all humans had kept any sexual fantasies revolving around Itachi locked safely away. Only in moments of weakness did he allow them to escape and never since meeting Naruto. It wasn’t until he’d heard the breathing followed by the click did the built up dam release upon him, nearly drowning him in the pleasurable thought of Itachi joining them in their bed. Fuck Naruto for suggesting it and fuck Itachi for being so damn hard to resist.



“Sasuke?” Sasuke blearily glared at his brother from their kitchen table. It was his fault he’d gotten barely any sleep.



“You’re awake early.” Itachi arched a tapered brow at his brother with an amused smirk.



“It’s more that I didn’t go to sleep.” Sasuke sipped at the coffee his brother handed him. Itachi was perfect at everything. He even made a perfect cup of coffee. It used to annoy Sasuke, now he was grateful for the small things.



“Ah, did Naruto call again?” The laughter was in his voice, even if his face didn’t show it. What a bastard.



“You would know, wouldn’t you?” snarled Sasuke.



The brow rose again. Asshole. “What would I know, little brother?”



“You heard us last night.” It wasn’t a question but a statement.



“I hear you most nights Naruto is over. You are rather loud together.” Itachi obviously had no shame. He knew Sasuke knew he’d listened in on their phone sex and was merely playing with him just out of sadistic pleasure, or such was Sasuke’s opinion on the matter.



What he wouldn’t give to bring Itachi down a notch. He made his decision in that moment. If Itachi wanted to play dirty, he would join him in the mud. His feet seemed to have minds of their own, carrying him across the kitchen and to where Itachi leaned against the countertop. His heart pumped rapidly in his chest and butterflies danced in his stomach. Could he really follow through with it? His mind continued its attempts to dissuade him from the chosen course to no avail. Sasuke could be just as determined as Naruto when circumstances demanded it.



“Why not join us then?”



Surprise wasn’t something one saw often on Itachi’s face. Their rearing and careers demanded a powerful command of the face they revealed to others. As such, their natural masks tended to be kept in place even in their private lives. Sasuke knew he’d won a small but important point against his brother. A blush, so faint one almost needed a microscope to see, began to spread across Itachi’s high cheekbones. If it wasn’t for his naturally pale skin, it might not have been visible at all. Score! It was small but a victory none the less.



“Are you saying you don’t want to join us? Are you afraid to join us?” Perhaps he pushed his advantage too far. There was a limit to everything and Sasuke always had trouble knowing when to quit. Itachi’s reaction was swift, almost preternatural.



Sasuke now found himself pressed against the marble countertop, the stone edge biting into the skin of his back. “Itachi--”



“Don’t say a word, Sasuke. I’ll admit you surprised me with your offer. Very tantalizing,” purred Itachi in Sasuke’s ear, “You seem to have misplaced your tongue, little brother. Should I help you find it?”



Sasuke found his lips claimed with such a speed, he truly wondered if his brother possessed so supernatural talent--some special ability never before revealed. He’d always held some strange curiosity concerning his brother. Perhaps it was the hero worship of his childhood or the admiration of his adulthood. He couldn’t say, only submit to the forceful application of lips on his own. Teeth nibbled along his lower lip, encouraging him to open for the invading tongue. Naruto was an amazing kisser but nothing compared to this. The forbidden feeling of lust for his flesh and blood tingled in his veins. Itachi had to feel the same rush.



“Ah, little brother, you taste good.” Itachi lapped once at the swollen lips, pulling back to stare into Sasuke nearly crossed eyes. “I think I’ll call your bluff.”



Brain function returned, abet slowly. “Bluff?”



“To join you and Naruto. I’ll be waiting.” Itachi pushed away, disappearing into his study as he did every Saturday.



~*~



Sasuke pulled his cell from its charger by his bed, dialing Naruto’s home number. At least this was one conversation Itachi couldn’t eavesdrop on. A sleep heavy hum answered after nearly thirty seconds of ringing. “Hmm?”



“Naruto?”



A loud yawn and mumble of acknowledgement was all he received. “Don’t fall back asleep, moron.”



“Sasuke? It’s too early. I didn’t get to bed until almost four,” mumbled Naruto.



“Itachi called my bluff.” Sasuke was close to panicking. “He’s going to join us tonight!”



“What? You mean you actually asked him? I was half joking last night. I didn’t think you’d actually ask him.” Sasuke had Naruto’s full attention.



Sasuke ran a hand through his hair, mussing it even more than it already was. “I wasn’t! But he started talking--gloating about listening--and I snapped.”



“Sounds like you really backed yourself back into a corner, baby.” There were some days he really hated Naruto.



“Asshole. What are we going to do?”



“Well to me, it looks like we are having a threesome,” chuckled Naruto, annoying Sasuke even more.



“Naruto!” Sasuke’s brought a hand to his face.



“Sasuke, if it bothers you that much, just tell Itachi you changed your mind.” He could practically hear Naruto roll his eyes.



“It’s not that. I just…I’m nervous.”



Naruto sighed. “Let’s just play it by ear. If you get even the slightest uncomfortable, we can stop. I don’t need Itachi in our bed to be happy; I just know you want him there.”



“What do you mean?” Naruto couldn’t be hinting Sasuke secretly lusted for his brother. That was just wrong.



“Come on, Sasuke. I’ve seen the looks you give each other. You’re constantly at each other’s throats. The best sex we have is when Itachi gets you worked up over something or other. I’m not blind.”



Sasuke‘s knuckles whitened where he gripped the cell. “I want you!”



“I know, bastard. But there’s room in our bed for someone dear to you. I don’t mind sharing you if you don’t mind sharing Itachi.” Naruto’s smile was transferred through the phone.



“What makes you think I need Itachi in my bed?”



“I know you almost better than you know yourself.” Sasuke realized the truth of the words. Naruto was definitely his soul mate in ever aspect to see something he’d hidden so deep. Perhaps Naruto needed Itachi too? Naruto said they would stop if Sasuke became too uncomfortable. Maybe he would give it a chance--answer the secret longing he’d kept buried since he’d hit puberty.



~*~



Sasuke sent Itachi nervous glances throughout dinner. Naruto seemed nearly oblivious, digging into the meal. Amazingly enough, Itachi had graduated from cooking school before their father had taken ill. Sasuke had been a bit young to head the company. Itachi, being the good son he was, took the reigns under the watchful eye of their father leaving him only free to cook for pleasure.



“This is really good, Itachi.” Naruto seemed to practically inhale the garlic encrusted shrimp and scallops.



“You are most welcome. I wanted to make something special for tonight.” Sasuke’s head shot up, glaring at his brother until the realization dawned on him. Itachi didn’t think he would go through with it. The evidence was plastered across Itachi’s face. He didn’t believe Sasuke would allow him to join them tonight.



“The oyster sauce is very good. I’ve always heard oysters are an aphrodisiac.” commented Sasuke with a smirk. Naruto choked a little on his shrimp. Sasuke reached over to pat his back with firm strokes.



Itachi‘s brow arched elegantly. “So, I’ve heard but yet to truly discover the truth.”



“Maybe tonight we can figure out if it’s true.” The smirk remained firmly planted on his face, growing by the second. Itachi was flustered. The faintest of blushes was working its way across his high cheekbones and down his neck. It was quite victory in Sasuke’s opinion. His brother rarely showed such responses.



“You’ll let me know, won’t you?” Itachi asked calmly once his response was under control.



“Well, you’ll be there with us, so I would imagine it will be more of a group effort to discover the truth.”



Naruto’s gaze bounced back and forth between the two, struck between incredulity and humor. It was a tennis match of words. Itachi was giving Sasuke an out of the earlier invitation. Sasuke was telling Itachi if he didn’t join them, he was chicken shit. Naruto was growing quite good at reading between the lines.



The lines were drawn in the sand and it was Sasuke’s call. All three knew and respected it. It brought a sense of power to Sasuke, heightening the moment’s excitement. “I don’t know about you two, but I find I’m ready to retire.”



Naruto perked up instantly, shoving his chair back from the cherry wood dining table. Itachi stood as well and began collecting dishes from the table until Sasuke placed a hand on his arm. “Leave them.”



Naruto took the moment to loop his arms around Itachi’s waist and lean in to whisper in his ear. “They can wait.”



The plates clattered to the table. Sasuke was sure he even heard one break upon landing with more force than desired. Naruto was right. He wanted Itachi in his bed. They both wanted him.



“Sasuke, are you sure?” Itachi groaned, Naruto’s lips suckling against his neck.



“I wouldn’t have invited if I wasn’t.” Sasuke tugged at Itachi’s hand, drawing both him and Naruto towards his bedroom where he’d already set out condoms and lubricant.



Sasuke was the first to initiate the process of undress, tugging the buttons from his shirt and shrugging from the linen. His pale chest gleamed in the faint lamplight from the bedside table--the faintest dusting of hair circled his nipples and navel, dark against his skin. Naruto took the hint, tugging his tee-shirt over his head before joining Sasuke in undressing Itachi.



This first time would be more than a quick fuck. This would be a savoring of each other. Itachi was probably the only of the three with any possible desperation. It had been nearly a year since he’d dated anyone and probably just as long since he’d fucked. Tonight would change that.



Itachi’s chest tapered from broad shoulders into a slender waist and hips. Neither Uchiha was blessed with exceptional height thanks to their Asian ancestry, but their compact bodies were beautifully made--all pale skin and lean muscle. Naruto towered over them by three inches, not that being taller automatically made him the top, and Sasuke just preferred the bottom over the top. He wasn’t sure of Itachi’s stance on positions. He’d always pegged his brother as a top.



“How are we going to do this?” He had to ask. He’d never been in a threesome and doubted Naruto had either.



“How do you want to do it?” Itachi answered the question with a question, frustrating Sasuke.



“Just go with it.” That was Naruto’s answer to everything. In the current circumstances, it worked.



Sasuke leaned forward, kissing Itachi as he‘d longed to do throughout dinner. The brush of lips began slowly, transforming into a deeper, more erotic kiss. First tongues, then teeth. Sasuke was filled with the sensation of touching and tasting his brother--a long and almost forgotten fantasy.



“Sasuke.” His name sounded almost a prayer on Itachi’s lips. It wasn’t a sign of submission, but one of acceptance. Itachi accepted Sasuke--accepted this arrangement.



Their bodies fell into an almost rhythm. Naruto’s hands and lips joined Sasuke’s, both seeking to please Itachi. The moans coming from him shot pleasure through Sasuke. They brought Itachi this pleasure--their lips and hands.



Without speaking, he and Naruto came to a mental decision. Naruto’s lips sucked gently at Itachi’s while Sasuke slid the condom over Itachi’s length, much the same size of his own. Before incasing the length in latex, he couldn’t resist lowering his lips to suckle at tip. Itachi’s musky scent was heady and his taste a bitter-salty mixture. Itachi’s gasps pleasured him more than the knowledge of what awaited them soon.



With the latex firmly in place, Sasuke began to stroke the length with a lubricant coated hand. “We want to make you feel good, Itachi.”



Itachi groaned again, his back arching off the bed--his neck bared for Naruto’s sucking lips. Tomorrow, Itachi would be dotted with the marks of this night. It pleased both men to know the older man could be transformed into a moaning, writhing mess from their combined touches. Naruto lifted his gaze to Sasuke, a silent command to continue.



Sasuke slid his legs to straddle Itachi, one hand cupping Itachi’s length while the other braced itself on Naruto’s shoulder. Sliding slowly over the straining tip, he took a moment to savor the feel of the length pushing insistently at his anus. Itachi’s arching hips were a demand for more. His gaping mouth, kept busy by Naruto, couldn’t vocalize his need.



No words were needed. Sasuke knew. He knew what his brother wanted--needed. It was the same as him. Itachi needed to be inside him, just as he needed Itachi inside. Naruto nodded and Sasuke slid down the slick length until Itachi was buried inside him. Thick heat felt nearly splitting as his body adjusted to the feel. Itachi wasn’t as thick as Naruto, but Sasuke felt stretched regardless. The movements following the penetration were slow and easy, Sasuke adjusting to the feel of the hard erection.



Naruto, not one to be denied his own pleasure, straddled Itachi’s head. His thick erection pressed against the kiss reddened lips, demanding its own pleasure. Naruto claimed Sasuke’s slack lips, his hand plowing through short locks to control the kiss. Itachi wasn’t so brain dead to forget about the other member of their threesome and his lips opened to take in the thick length.



Sasuke saw the exchange and began to pump his hips in a faster pace. It was so erotic to see Itachi’s lips sucking at Naruto. He wondered which of them would top. He knew Naruto wasn’t particular about positions, liking both but falling into the role of dominant with Sasuke. Would he bottom for Itachi? Would Itachi bottom for him?



Any other thoughts vanished from Sasuke’s mind as Itachi’s length pressed against his prostate. His lips released Naruto’s--back arching in pleasure. This pleasure was forbidden and he relished in every moment. Naruto’s breath matched his own, panting in and out as Itachi’s talented mouth engulfed him. Sasuke watched Itachi’s fingers lift to press inside Naruto. His view was obstructed but the shiver working its way through Naruto was telling enough. Sasuke could tell where Itachi’s lips left Naruto’s erection in favor of joining his fingers. Heat washed through him along with the sudden desire to watch Itachi and Naruto together. His muscles clamped down upon Itachi’s length.



“Itachi!” Naruto moaned the name into Sasuke’s lips. Sasuke then understood the full wealth of what Itachi could bring to their bed. Naruto, while not disappointed in their bed, desired to play the part of a submissive on occasion. A role Sasuke had difficulty giving up.



Naruto was shuddering heavily, his hands clenching and unclenching in Sasuke’s before giving a shout and shooting his load on Itachi’s chest. The sight turned Sasuke on more than any other. His body gave a harsh shudder, clamping down on Itachi with the force of a vice. His once smooth motions became harsh and irregular as he too shot thick semen across Itachi’s body.



Naruto collapsed to the side as Itachi pushed Sasuke onto his back, giving a few harsh thrusts before collapsing between the two sweat drenched bodies with a satisfied groan. The smell of musk hung heavy in the air, yet none possessed the energy to rise and shower.



“If I had known it would be like that, I would have had us get together ages ago.” Naruto sighed happily. One arm was thrown over Itachi’s hip to play with Sasuke’s while his free hand buried itself in Itachi’s long thick hair.



“Moron.” It was all Sasuke could think to say, his brain had been successfully melted. Any thinking required immense amounts of brainpower and concentration, none of which he wanted to do.



Silence reigned supreme for all of five minutes before Naruto shifted from Itachi press against Sasuke. “Who’s up for round two?”



~*~



Sasuke awoke feeling better than he had in ages. His ass ached more than after his first night with Naruto and he didn’t give one damn. He did notice the lack of Itachi in the bed with a twinge of disappointment. Rolling from the bed, he made his way into the kitchen to find his brother once more toiling away at the stove.



“One would almost think you’re a woman the way you spend all your time in the kitchen,” commented Sasuke snidely.



“Oh, but you know better what it takes to be a woman, don’t you?” Itachi turned with a smirk. He had the right. Not once during their long sexual escapades did he bottom. Where Sasuke was a perpetual bottom, Itachi was the complete opposite; refusing to bottom. Naruto was perfect for them. He didn’t care either way but with them he got the best of both worlds.



“Bastard.” There was no bite in his words. Instead, he settled in a chair and happily dug into the meal his brother placed before him. Perhaps Itachi wasn’t the asshole he’d once thought. Naruto joined them moments later, blearily walking into the kitchen to kiss Itachi before planting one on Sasuke and burying his face in his plate.



Itachi smirked at the two, devouring food as if it was going to be taken from them. His eyes gleamed with sadistic glee. “When does Naruto move in?”



Two sets of eyes grew wide, before both began choking on their food. Sasuke resumed his opinion. Itachi was an asshole. Things would never be the same between the three and that was fine with them.



The End