Lust

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. Aren’t you glad?

Warning: Yaoi, yuri, het, incest, sex, violence and some drug use. Basically everything a little child should not read. This is rated NC-17.

Summary: Cracked out AU Highschool fic. Itachi is a pimp, Neji is a stripper and Sasuke is…Sasuke.

Author’s Notes: Thanks so much for all the reviews! I’m amazed that so many of you liked it and actually took the time to comment. I hope you enjoy this chapter too!

Etc: Uh, excuse me. Your fangirl is showing.

Lust

By: Hana J.

Sasuke groaned and pulled the covers over his head. Someone was poking him in the foot. He pulled his foot up and curled into a fetal position. His head hurt and it felt like someone had tied the veins behind his eyes into knots.

“Go away, Itachi.”

There was no reply. Great, he thought sourly as he felt the bed dip as his brother sat down next to him.

“Get up, Sasuke.”

Sasuke gripped the covers tighter. “No,” he replied petulantly.

He could hear Itachi sigh, felt Itachi’s breath right next to his ear. He hunched his shoulders and hoped his brother would go away.

Itachi shook his shoulder. Sasuke scowled, his head throbbing with each shake. “Stop it,” he hissed.

Itachi’s hand paused in its movements, resting like deadweight on his shoulder, warm and comforting.

“Not feeling so good, little brother?” Itachi asked.

Sasuke could hear the undertone of amusement in his brother’s voice. He gripped the covers tighter and didn’t answer.

Itachi, in one forceful move, yanked the covers off of him. Sasuke shivered at the sudden burst of air against his bare skin, realizing for the first time that he was only clad in a pair of boxers.

“Dammit, Itachi, go away!”

He made a grab for the covers but Itachi caught his wrist. Scowling, he gave up because his head hurt too much and he didn’t want to make the effort.

“Father and Mother came home,” Itachi said quietly, his voice soothing against the steady throb of his brain.

Sasuke froze, his brother’s grip suddenly cold like steel. “What? I thought they were going to be gone all weekend.”

“They were supposed to be,” Itachi answered calmly. “But Father’s meeting was canceled and Mother has a dinner party to go to tonight. So they decided to come home early. I told them that we went out to a restaurant the other night and I misjudged on the amount of wine you could hold down. That should explain your sleeping in.”

Sasuke groaned, his hand falling limp against his leg as Itachi let go. “Great…a dinner party. Where at?”

“Gaara’s parents are hosting it.”

“Argh!” Sasuke yelled into his pillow, the sound muffled and distorted. “I hate Gaara.”

Itachi pried the pillow away from Sasuke’s face. “You do not. I know you two go hide in his room and play video games after everyone has settled down and eaten.”

Sasuke stuck his tongue out at Itachi and tumbled out of the bed. “So what? A mutual liking of video games does not mean we have a mutual liking for each other.”

He paused as Itachi thrust out his hand, a glass of water held steady on his palm and two pills squeezed between his fingers. “Take them both and drink all the water. It’ll make your headache go away.”

Sasuke took them, swallowing the pills in one gulp and drinking the water quickly. He smacked his lips together and stumbled toward the door, grabbing his towel as he left. “I’m going to go take a shower. Thanks.”

Itachi watched as the door shut behind Sasuke and began to straighten the bed.

When Sasuke got out of the shower, still dripping wet and shaking his hair, he paused by his doorway, brows furrowed. His eyes took in Itachi’s outfit even as he began to pat himself dry and put on his own.

Itachi was wearing jeans and a t-shirt, nothing like the tie ensemble that Sasuke was now sporting.

“You…” Sasuke began.

Itachi, still sitting on Sasuke’s bed, leaned back on his hands and smirked.

“You aren’t wearing…”

“Hmm,” Itachi replied, casual.

Sasuke just stared, confusion melting into something close to anger. Itachi was only wearing jeans and a t-shirt. No dress slacks, button up shirts, or choking ties. Itachi was not going to the dinner party.

“How did you get out of it?” Sasuke asked.

Itachi shrugged, mockingly innocent. “I had to tutor some poor kid who is failing English.”

“That is not fair,” Sasuke stated, vainly trying to straighten his tie and smooth his shirt.

Itachi stood up and stepped over to where Sasuke was standing in front of the mirror. “Well, you can’t really blame me and Father or Mother won’t suspect anything.”

He reached over and straightened Sasuke’s tie, fingers brushing up against his brother’s neck.

“Perfect child my ass. I’ll tell,” Sasuke threatened.

Itachi just looked at him and Sasuke felt his insides burn and shrivel up.

“They wouldn’t believe you, even if you did tell.”

Sasuke looked into the mirror, seeing Itachi’s face close to his own and said nothing because it was true. They wouldn’t believe him, especially if it was Itachi’s word against his own.

He jerked away from Itachi’s grip, angry but not knowing why. “So what?” He asked as he slipped beneath Itachi’s arm and moved to the other side of the room. “I need to go put my shoes on.”

“Sasuke!” His Mother’s voice floated in from the hall. Sasuke stopped, hand resting on the doorknob. He could feel Itachi watching him, his gaze practically burning the small hairs off his neck.

“We’ll be leaving in fifteen minutes. I expect you to be ready.”

“Yes, Mother,” Sasuke called back as he shut his door, leaving Itachi in his room.

The doorbell buzzed and Sasuke immediately changed directions and moved toward the foyer. Already, he could hear his Father’s voice from the study telling him to get the door.

He undid the lock and opened door, freezing in place as the figure on his doorstep was revealed. “Naruto…” he breathed, surprised.

Naruto looked up, smiling but his eyes were indecipherable.

“Hey, Sasuke! I uh…didn’t know you lived here. It’s a…nice house. I like it, don’t see why you never wanted to invite me over. Not nearly as bad as my dump.”

Sasuke watched as Naruto looked around curiously, hand coming up to scratch at his hair, a sure sign of nervousness.

“So…um…how ya been?” Naruto questioned, laughter – strained – dying quickly at Sasuke’s icy stare.

“What are you doing here?” Sasuke asked flatly.

Naruto swung his book bag off his back and into his arms, showing it to Sasuke, clearly glad to have something to do.

“I’m sort of failing English class and the teacher recommended a tutor. Some genius guy, yeah? I mean, I knew you were a genius of course, even if you don’t act like it, but I had no clue she was going to assign you to be my tutor. From the sound of it I thought it would be someone older, ya know? Cause you just got in all that trouble, yeah, so it seemed kind of weird.”

Naruto moved, a bright blur of yellow and orange – still that ugly, flashy jumpsuit he always liked to wear – and Sasuke didn’t have time to pull back when Naruto grabbed him by the shoulder.

“Hey, hey, we’re still friends right? I mean, I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings, yeah? I really do like you, ya know, but I just can’t—“

Sasuke jerked away, jostling Naruto roughly. “Don’t touch me, asshole.”

Naruto, for one split moment, looked hurt before anger took over. He always had been quick to anger; his mood swings almost manic in their ferocity. Sasuke turned away. Ignoring Naruto was the best way to piss him off and Sasuke knew how to best push Naruto’s temper.

“Hey, who are you calling an asshole, asshole!” Naruto grabbed Sasuke by the arm, preventing him from leaving.

“If you hadn’t—“

Sasuke turned quickly, grabbing Naruto’s arm with his own and shoving him against the door. “If I hadn’t what? If I hadn’t thought you were worth—“

“Sasuke,” Itachi’s calm voice interrupted.

Sasuke stilled and let go of Naruto immediately, avoiding his brother’s eyes.

Naruto laughed nervously, picking up his book bag from where it had fallen onto the ground. “Eh heh…”

“You must be Uzumaki Naruto. I didn’t know you and Sasuke had known each other.”

“Ah…” Naruto straightened and slung his book bag onto his shoulder, flashing Itachi a grin while glancing over at Sasuke. “Um…yeah, same class and all. Uh, nice to meet you, Uchiha-san, right?”

“Mmm…do you have all of your material, Uzumaki-san?” Itachi asked, striding forward and shutting the door.

Sasuke’s fist tightened and he bent down to put on his shoes, tying the laces and then brushing past Itachi. “Tell Mother I’ll be waiting in the car.”

Itachi nodded and looked over at Naruto. “Have fun at Gaara’s house, Sasuke-kun.”

Sasuke said nothing as he opened the door, shutting it softly behind him, hearing Itachi’s voice invite Naruto into the living room as he left.

The car seats were leather and cold even though he was clothed. He wanted to tug on his sleeve but it was the stiff, uncompromising fabric that his Mother would kill him for if he ruined it in someway.

He looked up, startled, as the car door shut. His Mother was getting into the passenger seat, purse held neatly in her lap and hair immaculate.

Sasuke glanced outside, staring at the world through dark tinted windows. “You look nice, Mother.”

His Mother turned toward him, her smile full and radiant. “Thank you, Sasuke. Your brother told me the good news. I hear your grades have gotten better. Keep this up and you may be able to get into a good university. Your brother, after all, was accepted into Tokyo University.”

His Father got into the car and his Mother turned toward the front, smile still in place though quieter. Sasuke folded his hands in his lap and was silent for the rest of the ride.

Gaara lived in a house. Their family, like Sasuke’s family, was of old aristocratic blood but Gaara’s family was of the highest social class. Sasuke’s family was close on their heels but still lived in an apartment and closer to the main city. It had taken them one hour by car to get to Gaara’s house. If they gone by train it would have only taken them thirty minutes.

Sasuke pursed his lips so he wouldn’t scowl, stepping through the doorway and into the hallway of Gaara’s house. The house, unlike the traditional asian style, was decorated with adobe-like walls and cactus plants. Sasuke had always assumed, by the decorations, that Gaara’s parents had a penchant for the desert. He had never asked to confirm his suspicions, though he had seen several pictures of Gaara’s late father in Egypt posing next to a mummy and pyramids.

Gaara’s room, however, was the complete opposite from the rest of the house. The curtains were always drawn and his stereo system was a big black mass of speakers that marred the surrounding cream colored walls like an overlarge cockroach. Sasuke, after saying a polite ‘hello’ and ‘how are you’ thought he would have the chance to sneak away and claim sanctuary in Gaara’s room. He had not expected to be ushered into the heart of the party, being introduced to his Father’s business associates and colleagues. It took him two and a half hours to sneak away. He blamed Itachi.

The moment Sasuke stepped through Gaara’s door he was bombarded with pillows. Temari, crouched on Gaara’s bed and stuffing handfuls of pistachios into her mouth, threw two pillows at him. One had been shaped like a fox and for a second he thought of Naruto, whose favorite animal was a fox. The next he dodged by sidestepping but was thwarted by the small, circular pillow that smashed into his nose. The pillow’s cover was scratchy and the pillow was stiff compared to the one Temari had thrown. He rubbed his head and glared in Gaara’s direction. The third pillow had been thrown by Gaara. Sasuke expected no less, only Gaara would hit him with a hard pillow. Plus, Gaara’s aim was better than his sister Temari’s aim.

Sasuke picked up the smaller pillow, bouncing it from hand to hand before throwing it, lightly, at Gaara. He missed. Gaara was smirking at him and waving a game consol in his direction.

“Is your bad aim going to transfer over into this game? Cause if it is I’m having Temari play.”

Temari, from her position on the bed, snorted. “I don’t want to play, Gaara. I told you that. Now stop being an ass and let the boy with a cute ass play.”

“Stop looking at my ass,” Sasuke replied, sitting down next to Gaara and taking the controller from Gaara’s hand.

“Stand back up, Sasuke,” Temari said, her bracelets jingling together as she waved in his direction. “I had a good view.”

Gaara frowned, turning the volume up.

Sasuke hid a smile and watched the beginning video load into a grueling game of guns, knives and soldiers. He couldn’t remember the name of the game Gaara had picked. But all of Gaara’s video games had a similar theme: violence.

Sasuke leaned back on his palms, one hand waving the controller around haphazardly. “Where’s Kakurou?”

Temari popped a pistachio in her mouth, answering around it. “Some meeting thing. Our stepfather arranged for him to meet some guy. Supposed to help him with the business relations and all.”

Gaara grunted. Temari rolled her eyes. “Gaara’s still sour over that mess. Kankurou doesn’t even want to run the business. You know how he is, likes to be in the background and all that shit. I think Gaara’s better suited for it, but it wouldn’t look good for the second son to take over.”

Sasuke nodded and didn’t say anything more. Instead, he picked up his controller and called out a threat to Gaara, telling his friend that he better get his act together or he was going to lose. The beginning credits loaded, and the game began.

After three hours Sasuke began to loosen his tie and Gaara, still only dressed in nice slacks and a plain t-shirt, was swearing loudly and throwing Temari’s leftover pistachios at the screen. Temari had moved from the bed and was now sitting behind him and playing with his hair. He had tried to bat her hands away, they were a distraction that kept making him lose to Gaara but he finally gave up when she started poking him in the side and making snide remarks about his gaming skills.

Sasuke turned his attention back to the game, Temari’s hands in his hair. Girls with their hair fetish, he thought with a mix of amusement and annoyance. Not that he minded, really. Her fingers felt good against his scalp and she knew just where to scratch, though he would never admit that to her. Occasionally, when he was paying less attention to the game (and ultimately losing a round as a result) he would hear her swearing at Gaara or him, randomly cheering them both on.

“Kick that motherfucker while he’s down!”

“And just who is that directed at,” Sasuke grunted, repeatedly hitting the A-button.

Temari blushed and then winked. Sasuke felt his lips curve upward in response. He stared at the screen, realizing that Gaara was quickly pulverizing his character in his distraction.

“Stop flirting,” Gaara muttered, distinctly annoyed.

“We’re not!” Sasuke and Temari both replied. At the same time. Sasuke elbowed Gaara in the side.

“Bitch,” he heard Temari mutter under her breath.

Gaara, still staring at the screen, replied with an ‘I heard that’ and Sasuke bit his lip to keep from laughing.

“Hey,” Temari said, jarring Sasuke out of the game and making him lose.

“Dammit, Temari, I could have won. You fucking distracted me.”

Temari glanced at him, unimpressed. “Whatever,” she replied. “You’ve been losing this whole time.”

“You just suck,” Gaara added.

“I don’t play video games everyday,” Sasuke shot back. He leaned back on his hands, glaring at the screen that was showing his character dead and decapitated.

“Hey,” Temari repeated. “Did any of you guys sneak up some drinks?”

Sasuke leaned back on the floor, crossing his arms. “Nope, got bombarded by all the old people. Itachi didn’t come so I was the one that had to be introduced and gawked over. Of course, no one mentioned my failing grades or in-school suspension.”

“Let me guess, you almost felt like the good son?” Temari asked.

Gaara smirked. “Maybe they introduced you as Itachi. Saying you got a haircut or something.”

“Fuck you,” Sasuke replied, kicking his controller toward Gaara.

“You’re the one who takes it up the ass, not me,” Gaara said.

Temari grimaced. “Can we please have a discussion that isn’t about sex?”

“No,” Gaara and Sasuke replied, smirking at each other.

Temari slumped against the bed in defeat. She picked at one of her bracelets and then turned toward Sasuke. For a second, Sasuke held his breath at her smile.

“Then guess who I fucked?”

“No,” Gaara replied.

“If it isn’t me I don’t care,” Sasuke said.

Temari threw one of her bracelets at Sasuke. Sasuke caught it in one hand, twirling the thick hot pink bracelet around his finger. He tried to slip it on but it wouldn’t fit around his hand. Temari snatched it from him, her nails scratching his wrist.

“You both just want to talk about cock.”

“Sasuke, not me,” Gaara replied. “I’m fine talking about tits just not yours.”

“She doesn’t have any, anyway,” Sasuke added, throwing his hands up to block the pillow Temari pulled off the bed to throw at him.

“I have more than Sakura,” Temari said haughtily.

“Everyone has more than Sakura,” Sasuke said, remembering her pink hair and cut-off birthday congratulations.

“Why are we talking about this again?” Gaara asked.

Sasuke shrugged. He really didn’t know. They always talked about pointless stuff anyway. But that was why Sasuke liked both Gaara and Temari. He could remember comparing cock sizes with Gaara when he was nine, not that either one of them would dream of telling anyone that, but it was pointless things that made it fun to hang out with Gaara, even if they argued and teased Temari mercilessly.

“Because I have nice breasts.”

“New topic,” Gaara announced.

Sasuke kicked Gaara’s shin from his position on the floor. Gaara gave him the one-fingered salute.

“I like this topic,” Sasuke said, smirking. “Tell us more, Temari.”

Gaara scooted closer and Sasuke rolled away.

“Better keep your mouth shut Uchiha or I’m going to cut your tongue out.”

Sasuke placed his hands on his chest. “Hurt me? For complimenting your sister? What kind of friend are you?”

“The kind that will kill you if you don’t learn to shut up.”

Temari crawled over and sat in front of Gaara, blocking him from Sasuke’s view.

“What else would you like to know?” she asked, smiling wickedly.

Sasuke grinned in response, eyeing Gaara. “Oh, a live demonstration might quench my curiosity.”

“You two—“ Gaara started.

Knock, knock, knock.

Sasuke paused, turning to stare at the door and then cursed quietly.

“Sasuke-kun,” Sasuke’s Mother said from the other side of the door, her voice muffled.

“We’re leaving now.”

“Coming,” he called, standing up and brushing the wrinkles out of his pants and shirt. Temari helped him straighten his tie while Gaara turned off the video game and hid everything from view.

Gaara opened the door. Temari inclined her head in a short bow. “Uchiha-san,” she murmured. Gaara treated everyone the same, with little respect, even to his elders and said nothing in greeting.

“Mother,” Sasuke said. “Thank you for coming to get me. I hope I didn’t make anyone wait…?”

His Mother smiled, her eyes crinkling with the movement. “No, of course not. I trust you had a good time?” she asked.

Sasuke nodded, thanking and saying a short goodbye to both Temari and Gaara. He didn’t know when he would see them next. Gaara and Temari went to a private school. The school his brother had went to. Sasuke had gotten kicked out his first year there.

On his way out of the front door Gaara came downstairs and bumped into him, whispering ‘bitch’ in his ear. Sasuke scowled and called Gaara an ass. He saw his Mother look at him sharply but she didn’t say anything. Temari watched them both from the stairs, a smile hovering on her lips.

The ride home was filled with his Father’s conversation, mouth loose once it had been filled with wine. Something about Akatsuki and other names Sasuke didn’t recognize or care about. He listened with only half-an-ear, watching the scenery blur around him, tinted a dark gray from the car windows. It looked like it might rain.