What Can I Do For You?

Warnings: vampires, threesome, cursing, historical, sexual content, blood drinking, reincarnation



Summary: Naruto is drawn to two illusionists in post Civil War America. They take him to their bed and he discovers he's more to them than a mere fling.



AN:Gift for Cereal because I luffs her.



Eternally Yours



New York, 1870



The lights dimmed in the massive auditorium, theater goers waiting with baited breath for the show to begin. Quiet whispers and excited mutterings rumbled through the space as patrons of the theater expressed their excitement. Every patron present was there for a reason. The reasons might vary between the individual. Some came for curiosity. Some came to relive the innocence and awe of their childhood. Some came in the hope of proving wrong the events on stage, looking with critical eye at every action and revelation.



Contrary to the nature of the event preparing to occur, there was not a single child in the audience. This show wasn’t intended to for children. The creators’ vision was aimed towards adults, the late hour being a testament to it.



A tall slender man dressed in elegant tails stepped onto the wooden stage and took his position before the now silent audience, his starched cummerbund and shirt bleached so white it gleamed. His wide grin and flourish of arms played to the audience, setting them up for the coming events as was his purpose.



“Ladies and gentlemen, The Red Theater is proud to present, the amazing illusions of the Uchiha Brothers. Prepare to be amazed and astonished by their feats of magic.”



The announcer’s voice was over come with roar of clapping. This was the moment every soul in the theater waited for. The Uchiha brothers. Even in the bigot filled country of post Civil War America, illusions and magic were welcome diversions as the nation attempted to repair what it had wrought on itself.



In the war torn madness, it was a miracle Naruto Namikaze survived. Born in Atlanta, he was the son of a local debutant and a foreign merchant from Japan. His father crossed the ocean in 1844; one of the first Japanese citizens to immigrate to the Americas--many years before the larger scale of Japanese immigration in 1868 during the restoration of the Meiji Era.



Naruto was a mixture of American and Japanese, and his father, a man wise in the ways of the world, packed up his wife and son at the first rumblings of civil war--moving them north. To this day, Naruto didn’t know how his father knew the war would be fought on southern soil or that the south would lose.



Because of his curiosity concerning the Japanese culture, he found himself seated in one of the many box seats surrounding the posh theater. Other than his father, he’d never spoken to another person from Japan. His blond hair and tan skin masked any hint of Japanese ancestry. If not for the slight curve of his eyes and his name, no one would even suspect he was of mixed blood. Even his eyes were explained away by the girls always fawning over him. He was a much desired catch for those looking for a life of luxury.



It was his wealth allowing him to be seated in the posh theater on a cool spring evening. Word of the Uchiha Brother’s fame reached his ear, courtesy of one of the many people considering themselves his friends. While it was true his open smile and sparkling blue eyes resulted in people gravitating towards him, he was at the same time immensely lonely. Each person who spoke to him seemed to have some ulterior motive most likely directed at his wealth. Namikaze was a name synonymous with money. It was one of the most successful import/export businesses in the post war United States. His mixed blood didn’t taint the fact, he was wealthy beyond measure.



His father, much in love with the United States, raised his son with little to no knowledge about the far off land of honor and ancient samurai. Only after pleading could he extract the slightest hint of information. It frustrated Naruto. He wanted to know his heritage and argued such to his father only to be blocked. America is your heritage, was the answer he received. Something was missing in his life and Naruto assumed it was his past calling him. If only he knew how correct he was in that assumption.



It was with much frustration, he sought out those who might tell him of the land of his forefathers. Most persons of Japanese ancestry resided towards the west, having come by boat to help on the railway and make their living as farmers. When he heard of Japanese illusionists performing in The Red Theater, he jumped at a chance to meet them.



The mysterious Uchiha illusionists were known to originate from Japan. Their fame was created in Europe before their migration to the Americas. He’d never seen them in person but from all reports, they were young--likely in their early thirties--and their shows generally sold out with in hours of the box office opening. It was pure luck his father owned a box in that particular theater.



The stage grew dark, a single candle lighting itself in stage center. For nearly a minute the small flame flickered back and forth before a second was lit, and then a third. In a matter of minutes, the stage was alight with slender white candles. Naruto’s eyes darted back and forth, trying to determine how they went about creating such an illusion.



A dark haired man stepped from the shadows. He was dressed as a westerner in black trousers and a loose white shirt but there was no denying the curve of his eyes. Short hair spiked softly in the back, falling in soft lengths around his face. Moments later, another joined him on the stage. The familial resemblance was obvious, even from a distance. The second man was a bit shorter, long hair pulled loosely at his nape, tendrils escaping to fall gracefully against pale cheeks. They were so pale. He would have thought them to have more color as his father did. Perhaps it was stage paint to make them stand out to the crowd.



“Ladies and gentlemen, I am Itachi Uchiha and this is my brother, Sasuke Uchiha. It is our pleasure to display our talents for you. Please, open your mind to the wonders of magic.” Though he spoke in perfect English, his voice held a hint of Japan.



Naruto stared I awe, mesmerized by the pull of their voices. His eyes followed their every elegant movement on stage, unable to look away. If he was able to look away, he would have seen the entirety of the audience was caught in a similar thrall. Each man and woman gazed at the stage, too afraid to move their eyes from the pull the men created. As the curtains fell, cries of bravo and amazement fell from lips. Now Naruto understood the reason behind the Uchiha fame. A person was unable to look away, drawn into the beauty of movement and the intense dark eyes. To each person seated in the audience, the world melted away and the Uchiha brothers performed for them alone.



Naruto rose shakily to his feet, wiping a hand across his face. With cane in hand, he moved through chatting theater goers with little thought other than meeting the two men who had taken him from himself and transported him into a universe they created. The pull he continued to fell pushed all other thought from his mind. He had to meet them. As he reached the backstage door, two rather large guards stood watch.



“No one goes backstage,” stated the larger of the two, crossing his arms across a massive chest.



“I have to see them,” reasoned Naruto and earning a laugh from the guards.



“You and every one here tonight. Be off with you.” The guards dismissed him with a wave of their hands, frustrating Naruto all the more. He turned to leave when a voice calling his name gave him pause.



“Naruto…forgive me for not greeting you tonight. Your presence was a pleasant surprise.” Thomas Richards, owner of the theater, approached with his hand extended.



Naruto grasped the hand, mumbling his own greeting before gesturing towards the beefy guards. “Is that really necessary?”



“You would be surprised at how many people would love to meet them. If I didn’t rope off this area and provide guards, I’m sure the hall would be lined and the Uchihas swamped,” grumbled Thomas. “Even with the amount of money they bring in, it’s almost not worth the hassle.”



“I want to meet them,” Naruto stated, his eyes determined.



“I like you, Naruto. I like your father, but I’m under strict instructions from the Uchihas. They don’t want to meet anyone. I’ve seen their show. It’s almost like they hypnotize you. People are willing to give their first born child for just a second glance. These men could bleed dry some of these people and they would love them for it. Honestly, I’m surprised they don’t. They take what I pay, plus a small fee.” Thomas shrugged, sending Naruto a sympathetic glance. “Sorry, lad.”



Naruto’s jaw clenched and he fought the urge to plow his fist into the wall. He’d never known desperation such as this. It went far beyond talking about Japan. He needed to get out of the place before he did something stupid. He didn’t see dark eyes watching him or notice a shadow speaking with Thomas Richards. He had to focus on leaving and clearing his head of the two illusionists.



“Naruto!” Thomas trotted after the retreating blond. “They’ll see you.”



“Come again?” Naruto wasn’t sure he heard him correctly.



“The Uchiha brothers. They want to meet you. They saw you speaking with me and want to meet you. Come with me.” Thomas led Naruto past the two guards and into the part of the theater reserved as dressing areas and temporary living quarters for the performers. The smell of incense grew stronger the deeper they moved.



Thomas paused before a door, knocking softly. The wooden door opened slowly, revealing the pale face and dark eyes of Sasuke Uchiha. Naruto felt his heart stutter as the eyes were turned on him. If he’d thought him beautiful from a distance, he was stunned speechless at having those incredibly dark eyes turned purposefully on him. Long thick lashes framed eyes so dark, the pupil was indistinguishable from the iris.



“He’s here, Itachi.”



Naruto swallowed as the door was pushed open fully, revealing the older brother seated in a plush chair. A crystal goblet of wine was brought to smiling lips. “Come in, Mr. Namikaze.”



Naruto blinked a few times, finally broken of the spell. “How do you know my name?”



“Mr. Richards was kind enough to provide us with your name.” Itachi stood in a smooth motion, gesturing with a hand for Naruto to enter. He could no more deny that request than he could the need to breathe.



Sasuke waited until Naruto passed the threshold, slamming the door in the face of Thomas Richards before he could follow Naruto into the room. “You wanted to meet us?”



“Uh…that is…the show was amazing.” Naruto visibly winced at his words, his brain having trouble functioning.



Sasuke snorted, moving past Naruto to sit on the arm of the chair Itachi had vacated. “He seems a little dimwitted Itachi. Are you sure this is him?”



“Yes. Have you forgotten how beautiful he was?” Itachi purred, startling Naruto by appearing behind him with a glass of wine. “Have a seat, Naruto.”



Naruto licked his lips, finding it hard not to do as commanded. He stumbled over his feet, making Sasuke smirk a little when he finally took the seat. “You-You’re from Japan?”



Sasuke draped his hand across the back of the chair, fingers teasing blond hair. “Originally. I doubt either of us could claim to be from that country any longer.”



“Why?”



It was Itachi’s turn to smirk. “Japan does not look kindly on brothers being as close as Sasuke and I…amongst other things.”



“What’s wrong with brothers caring about each other?” Naruto found himself having a bit of trouble following the conversation, taking a sip of wine to attempt and calm his nervousness. Perhaps the incense was enhanced with some drug, like opium. He was having trouble thinking.



“Perhaps it would be better if we showed you.” Itachi motioned for Sasuke to approach.



Sasuke stood, gliding to his brother. Itachi smiled, lifted a hand to stroke down Sasuke’s face. His fingers paused at pink lips before continuing down his throat and over his chest. Sasuke moaned, arching his neck in offering.



“Impatient tonight, Sasuke?” Itachi fingers continued to stroke over the pale skin. “Or is it because he’s here?”



“Please Itachi.” Sasuke slid closer, his hands running up Itachi’s chest to clench at his shoulders.



Itachi turned Sasuke so that he faced where Naruto sat in the chair, sliding up behind him. “It’s been a long time since Sasuke has been this excited.”



Naruto’s eyes widened, watching Itachi’s pale hand stroke Sasuke’s neck before working downward, and finally cupping the hardened crotch. He was unable to look away, his own body reacting almost on instinct. He’d never gone to other men for pleasure but he’d heard of those who did. Every high priced brothel had at least one young boy or man who was kept around for such men.



“You’re…lovers?”



“You seem shocked, Naruto? Yet, I can see how aroused you are.” Itachi continued to stroke Sasuke before him, the other writhing in pleasure.



“I…Natural reaction,” stuttered Naruto. He wasn’t disgusted by the act. Anyone seeing it would have been aroused by the sight. Brothers they may be, but they were perhaps the most arousing thing he’d ever seen.



“Be that as it may, wouldn’t you like to touch him? Have you ever touched a man like this? It’s different from a woman.” Itachi’s free hand set about releasing the wooden buttons from Sasuke’s shirt. The soft material parted to reveal the tone chest and abdomen.



“Come, Naruto…he wants you to touch him.”



On cue, Sasuke moaned. His body arched into Itachi’s touch--eyes now open to gaze pleadingly at Naruto. “Touch me.”



Naruto’s moan answered Sasuke. Never before had he been so compelled to touch another man in such a way. Such thoughts had never crossed his mind until this day when such a gift was laid out before him. He wanted to touch Sasuke. He needed to.



Standing, he made his way to where both men stood. His fingers quivered, tracing Sasuke’s smooth jaw and down his pale neck. Porcelain skin was displayed for him, faint blue veins visible beneath the surface.



Sasuke jumped as Naruto’s hands slid down his smooth chest, pausing at coral nipples. Slender fingers circled the small disks, forcing them to stand alert to his touch. A flush spread across Sasuke’s chest, coloring his nipples even darker.



“Naruto…” Sasuke moaned, jerking his hips in his brother’s grasp.



“I told you it was him. I felt him tonight.” Itachi nuzzled Sasuke’s throat, his eyes never leaving Naruto’s face.



Itachi lifted a hand to stroke Naruto’s cheek, making him jerk and glance into the dark eyes gazing at him from over Sasuke’s shoulder. “You look the same. I’d almost forgotten how beautiful you look.”



Naruto swallowed the thick lump lodged in his throat, his mind hazy and unable to decipher the words. He opened his mouth, only to have Itachi’s fingers stop him from speaking. His eyes spoke of his confusion and Itachi smiled.



“We’ve waited for you to return to us for a long time. Stay with us.”



Naruto frowned. There was some deeper meaning in those words. He was certain they couldn’t be taken at face value. Some hidden part of his soul reveled in the words, awakening as if from a long sleep. “I don’t understand…”



It was Sasuke’s turn to speak, his deep voice shaking slightly from arousal. “Not yet.”



Sasuke pushed away from Itachi, covering Naruto’s lips with his own. His tongue immediately took control, pushing past Naruto’s shock slack lips and into his mouth. Sweeping through Naruto’s defenses, Sasuke’s tongue danced over his to taste every inch of his mouth.



Naruto found he was unable to deny the kiss. His lips slid smoothly across Sasuke’s. His hands lowered to clench into the slender hips, pulling him until their groins pressed firmly together. He couldn’t think, only feel. Sasuke tasted unlike anything he’d ever experienced. His tongue was warm, carrying the faint taste of wine along with his natural flavor.



Naruto broke away, panting desperately. Itachi’s hands slid around his waist to embrace him, sandwiching him between the two brothers. He couldn’t react. Things were moving too fast, his mind couldn’t focus through the screaming his libido was doing. Fighting them seemed the least appropriate action when all he wanted to do was fuck them.



“You’ll remember,” Sasuke purred. “I’ll make you remember.”



“Slowly, Sasuke. He’s not there yet.” Itachi nipped at his throat, drawing a bit of blood to the surface.



The action sent shards of pleasure through his body, unlike anything he’d ever experienced. Naruto arched, tilting his head to give Itachi better access. It seemed so right. Why was that?



“Let me go first, Itachi.” Sasuke kissed his way to where Itachi was gently suckling the skin.



“Not yet, Sasuke.” Itachi pulled away from Naruto’s neck to begin kissing Sasuke. Their lips sucked at each other while their hands made quick work of Naruto’s clothes.



“S-Stop…” Naruto moaned, feeling Sasuke’s lips and teeth biting at his nipples while Itachi reached around him to dip in his trousers.



Heat. Bursting heat, created from a need so acute, it threatened to destroy him. He was being consumed by it. Dual mouths ate at his body, their heat engulfing him. It felt right. It felt familiar. All his past experiences paled in comparison. He could no longer recall the faces or bodies of the women he’d taken. The only faces imprinted on his mind were those of the two men enveloping him.



“I’ve waited too long to stop,” purred Sasuke.



“We’ve waited too long,” Itachi corrected.



Sasuke smirked, lowering his hand into Naruto’s trousers. “We.”



Two hands cupped him, stroking up and down in slow teasing motions. His legs lost their strength and was held aloft by strong arms.



He wasn’t sure when he fell to the bed, nor did he care. Hands, lips, and tongues flowed over his body. He arched into each touch, moaning desperately for more. Itachi’s lips ate at his while Sasuke’s fingers pressed deep into his body. Oil smoothed the process. He should have felt disgusted instead of aroused. He should have fought the strange, yet familiar touches.



Itachi’s mouth prevented all thought. His lips trailed down Naruto’s body, engulfing his throbbing shaft in heat as Sasuke pushed thickly into his body. Pain and pleasure swirled together. He couldn’t control the wave of passion. Memories, long sleeping, awakened in a rush. They weren’t his and yet, he could do no other than claim them.



His body erupted in a starburst of pleasure. Itachi’s warm mouth sucked down his essence, while Sasuke withdrew and slid from his body. Sated in ways he’d never experienced, his eyes widened to see Itachi forcing Sasuke to his hands and knees. His heated arousal pushed between spread cheeks, making both moan. Sasuke’s hand flew over his arousal and Itachi pushed inside at an almost unnatural pace. They moved in a practiced dance, each knowing just what the other wanted and needed.



All teasing was pushed aside and both cried out in unison, pale forms quivering before collapsing beside him. Sasuke slid across Naruto’s body and Itachi took position opposite him. Itachi’s lips kissed up Naruto’s jaw and to his ear.



“Remember us. We need you.”



The world spun out of control and darkness overtook him. There was no up or down, only the abyss staring into his very soul. He was forced into the darkness of his soul, set to awaken. Sasuke. Itachi. The names long forgotten remained etched on his soul. No amount of death or time could erase them from him.



oOo



He was so tired. His hands shook, reaching blindly for a familiar grasp. He didn‘t want to be alone. He needed them. “Sasuke…”



“I’m here.” Sasuke leaned forward, his face coming into view. It comforted him to see the love evident in the gaze. It hurt too. It hurt to know he would bring pain to those beautiful eyes.



“Where’s Itachi?”



“He’s downstairs making you lunch.” Sasuke curled beside him on the futon, his hands stroking through his thin gray hair. He nearly drifted off to the touch before urgency called to him.



“There’s not much time,” he rasped out. “Please, call Itachi.”



Sasuke paled, disappearing before his very eyes. Moments later, he returned with Itachi by his side. They were so beautiful together. Eternally beautiful. They looked the same as they did the day he met them amidst the sakura blossoms nearly fifty years prior. Despite the way time had eroded his memories, that one was crystal clear to him. He could live a lifetime in it.



“I wanted a chance to say good bye before it was too late.”



Itachi was at his side, taking him in his arms. “Let me convert you. There’s still time. As long as you breath, there’s still time.”



Sasuke was at his side too. “You’ll be young again. You’ll live forever with us.”



Tired eyes drifted shut for a moment, relishing the feel of Itachi’s arms around his frail body. Every year on the anniversary of their meeting, Itachi asked to change him and every year he refused. It became almost a tradition. In the later years, he attempted to push them away. They couldn’t still desire him physically when his body was old and decrepit. The brothers ignored him, their hands continuing to bring pleasure to him regardless of his physical form.



“You’re asking…a little early this year, Itachi.”



“Stop it.” Sasuke pushed Itachi aside, pulling him in his arms. “Stop joking. I can feel you drifting from us. Let us turn you. Spend eternity with us.”



“Not this time.” It was a tempting offer. He wanted to accept with his every being. He would have; yet, something told him not to accept the offer. It wasn’t the afterlife or higher power. It was some instinctual thing. Promises of having another chance with the men he loved was whispered in his ears.



“Then I’ll force it. You can hate me all you want as long as you’re alive. I can live with your hate.” Sasuke’s teeth extended, his body leaning forward to perform the actions.



Itachi’s hand stopped him. “I can’t.”



Sasuke’s eyes grew wide, making Itachi smile sadly and continue speaking. “I can’t live with his hate.”



“I’ll make a promise to you both.” Naruto smiled, aged wrinkles creasing his face. “I’ll do my damnedest to be reborn but it’s up to you to find me.”



“That’s not funny.” Tears dripped from Sasuke’s eyes to splatter red on the silk covers.



“It’s a promise. I never break my word.” Naruto felt his eyesight growing dim. There wasn’t much time and still so much to say. “Thank you for never leaving me.”



Itachi stroked a hand down a wrinkled cheek. “Never.”



“I love you both.” The last of the light faded. Nothingness took over. A screamed cry was the last sound echoing in his ears.



Naruto jolted awake. He felt a body curl into his, mumbling for him to go back to sleep. He found himself unable to resist touching the smooth body displayed before him. His hand slid across skin pulled taunt over lean muscle. Both men were unnaturally perfect yet he knew they were far from perfect. It was the imperfections he found the most endearing.



“You’re awake.”



Naruto’s hand dropped from Sasuke. He didn’t turn as Itachi pulled him against his chest. The warmth against his back was comforting. If he stayed here in these men’s arms, nothing bad could happen.



“We missed you. Don’t make us go through that again. I don’t know if we can survive it.” He felt Itachi’s lips move against his neck with each word.



The memories of a long lost life trickled back to him as did the selfishness of leaving these two men behind to mourn. A tear trickled from his cheek, splashing on Sasuke’s neck. Dark lashes fluttered upward.



“Naruto? What’s wrong?” Sasuke sat up, pulling Naruto into his arms.



Naruto cried loudly, rocking back and forth in Sasuke’s arms. The guilt of having foisted lifetimes without him on these two men burned bitterly in his soul. He couldn‘t stop crying. He didn‘t deserve their love or forgiveness. He didn‘t deserve their constant searching. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”



Itachi pressed to his back, nuzzling his nape. “It’s alright. We’re together now.”



Sasuke’s arms tightened around Naruto. “Forever this time?”



Naruto pulled back, blinking back tears and staring into fearful eyes. He nodded. “Forever this time.”



Joy erupted across Sasuke’s face, mirrored by Itachi. Both descended on him. Sasuke’s lips nibbled and sucked at his lips while Itachi’s hands and lips worshiped his neck and chest. If he’d thought himself aroused the previous night, he was doubly so today.



“Let me,” Sasuke purred. He left Naruto’s lips to join Itachi’s in paying homage to his neck. His skin was soon littered with bruises and bites.



Itachi pulled away, his hands pulling Naruto onto his lap. His fingers teased the skin of his anus, pressing inward. Naruto body drew up tight, pleasure going from a slow boil to overheating. The few strokes of his fingers were a precursor to a thicker intrusion sliding past quivering muscles. It burned wonderfully. He felt complete. All his life he’d felt something was missing. He’d searched futilely for something just beyond his grasp.



Naruto pressed against Itachi’s chest, his neck losing all strength to fall limply against him. Sasuke purred at the unconscious invitation, his lips and tongue marking every inch of Naruto. He straddled Naruto’s hips, rubbing his own arousal against Naruto. A hand snaked between them, cupping both erections in a smooth hand.



His orgasm was fast approaching. Sasuke’s hands on their erections never slowed their steady pumps. Itachi’s hips never stopped their deep thrusts. The three moved as if they’d been making love for eternity.



Just as his orgasm broke, sharp teeth pierced deep in his neck. His orgasm seemed to intensify beyond anything he’d ever experienced. Sasuke’s lips on his neck were mirrored in his cock--a powerful never ending suction.



Itachi’s hand brought Naruto’s face to his, covering his lips. Blood ran thickly into his mouth from Itachi’s--the source being Itachi’s bitten tongue. He felt Itachi shudder inside him, seed spilling deep just as his blood ran thick in his mouth. The invading tongue pushed even more forcefully into his mouth, encouraging him to accept the pulsing blood as Sasuke sucked intently at his neck.



The world faded away, leaving only them. His eyes grew heavy and his body limp. Gentle hands lowered him to the soft mattress. He felt cold and hot at the same time. His frame shivered uncontrollably, only eased when their hands stroked over him. He’d fulfilled his promise. There were things he couldn’t remember but it didn’t matter. He was where he needed to be.



“Sleep Naruto,” Itachi whispered.



Sasuke nuzzled his face into golden hair. “We’re together now.”



“Forever?” Naruto croaked.



“Forever,” Itachi and Sasuke confirmed in unison.



The End~