What Can I Do For You?

Summary: Naruto loves Itachi. There’s just one problem. He loves Sasuke too. Commissioned by: Sephonei.



Satisfied Needs



Warnings: cursing, adult situations, yaoi, cross dressing, threesome, incest, SEX



The morning light trickled in through the slightest slit in the white blinds. It goes to figure Naruto Uzumaki would be lucky enough to have that tiny bit of light spill directly across his eyes. Today seemed to be the day the world was out to get him. It was supposed to be his day off. He’d spent the night at his lover’s apartment and planned to sleep late before going shopping for Itachi’s upcoming birthday.



Crawling from the bed, he slunk to the shower for the purpose of washing the evidence of the previous night from his body. The cum and sweat washed away easily--the love bites and scratch marks, not so easily. Normally, the morning shower was Naruto’s time to clean, jerk off, and think about the day ahead of him. He and Itachi had fucked so much the previous night, his dick and ass were actually sore. One would think they hadn’t seen each other in a year. There would be no jerking off this morning. If the sun waking him up earlier than he wanted to wasn’t bad enough, not being inclined to participate in his morning jerk off session made today’s start even shittier.



Drying off, he hung the towel around his neck and strolled naked through the large apartment fully certain of the absence of Itachi’s brother, and his best friend. Sasuke was staying with Itachi while he finished his doctorial in psychology. He was rarely there as it was, spending most of his time in the library or in class. Hell, ever since he’d started his current program of study, Naruto hardly saw him which was both a good and bad thing.



The bad part was, he wanted to hang out with his friend. They’d been roommates in undergrad. Sasuke was the reason he graduated at all, having tutored him through both psychology and math. They’d gone to parties together, gotten drunk together, and graduated together. Sasuke had even introduced him to Itachi.



The only thing marring his perfect life was his attraction to Sasuke. He’d always felt a pull to the other. They were like two sides of the same coin. His life was fucked up because he was in love with two men. He’d thought, when Itachi had asked him out, he would grow out of his infatuation with Sasuke. He fell in love with Itachi so hard, for a while, he was able to push aside his affection for Sasuke. It was short lived.



Being with Itachi meant Sasuke was there. They ate dinners together. They watched movies together. It wasn’t long before Naruto was hopelessly in love with both men. He had a choice. Confess to Sasuke and leave Itachi for his first love, or stay with Itachi and let things go the way they were. Sasuke or Itachi. Was there ever a more difficult choice? It was like having to chose between equally appetizing meals but only having enough money for one.



Naruto wrenched up the cupboards. There was ramen but it was that nasty cup shit, making Naruto wrinkle his nose. They would do if the need for ramen hit bad but it was a last resort. The Styrofoam gave it a strange taste. He ignored them in favor of a ham sandwich. He was so busy fixing his meal, he didn’t hear the approach of another behind him.



“I thought the full moon came at night.”



Naruto whirled around, squealing in a very unmanly way. His hands searched wildly for the towel roped around his neck and secured it around his waist. “Son of a bitch…why are you here?”



Sasuke arched a perfect brow, reaching around Naruto to grab the sandwich he’d just made. “I live here, idiot.”



Naruto blinked a few times, unsure how to respond. “I meant at this moment.”



Sasuke bit into the sandwich, obviously ignoring Naruto’s whine. “No classes today. I was going to spend the day finishing up some things. You know, you could at least have the decency to pull on some boxers before strolling around the house in the nude.”



“I thought I was alone, asshole.” Naruto snatched the half eaten sandwich from Sasuke. “My sandwich.”



Sasuke’s tongue darted out, licking the corner of his mouth, and catching the bit of mustard. “It’s good. Make me one.”



Naruto’s eyes followed the motion, heat pooling in his abdomen. He swallowed the lump in his throat and carried what remained of his sandwich to the table. “Make your own damn sandwich.”



Sasuke snorted but set about doing just that. He joined Naruto at the table several minutes later. They sat in companionable silence, eating their sandwiches. It was the way they were. They would snap and growl at each other. Little remarks and gripes would make it into their conversation, yet they were as close as two people could get without being intimate.



Naruto patted his stomach, munching on a few chips while Sasuke finished. “Sasuke, what should I get Itachi for his birthday?”



Sasuke paused mid bite. “He’ll like anything you get him.”



“But what does he ‘need’?”



That earned a particularly loud snort. Sasuke rolled his eyes and leaned towards Naruto. “He doesn’t need anything. The man is filthy rich. He’s like King Midas.”



“Come on! You have to know of something he would want. You’re his brother for Christ’s sake.” Naruto sat forward, staring deeply into Sasuke’s face. “Think.”



“Why don’t you do something…you know, sexual for him?” A faint blush spread across Sasuke’s cheeks, making him even more endearing. Sasuke…blush? That was something one didn’t see everyday.



Once again, Naruto had to tear his gaze away before he started drooling, or worse…tackled Sasuke to the ground and molested him. “You mean…like scented candles and shit?”



The blush faded and Sasuke slapped Naruto across the back of his head. “You’re gay, Naruto, not a flaming drag queen. Do something you don’t normally do. Like…well shit, you’re Itachi’s lover. Is there something he likes that you don’t do too often?”



Naruto sat back rubbing his head to subdue the stinging in his scalp. Sasuke didn’t have to hit him so hard. He nibbled on his lip, completely unaware of how sexy he looked to Sasuke. He missed the way Sasuke swallowed hard or the sudden fidgeting. Suddenly a thought struck him across his brain.



“I’ve got it!” Naruto stood, the towel falling to his feet and giving Sasuke a full frontal view of his crotch.



Naruto didn’t seem to mind his nudity now that his brain had a focus. “Stay here. I’ll be gone like two hours. Don’t go anywhere.”



“Why?” Sasuke asked.



“You’re going to be my test subject.” Naruto exited the bedroom, fully dressed. “Please Sasuke. If you’re my friend, you’ll be here when I get back.”



Sasuke’s jaw clenched and he looked away from the pleading puppy dog eyes. “Fine.”



Naruto fist pumped the air, grabbed his keys, and left the apartment. Sasuke was left staring at the whirlwind that was Naruto Uzumaki. He brought a hand to his face and shook his head. “I’m so fucked.”



oOo



Two hours later, just as Naruto predicted, he trudged through the doors once more. Sasuke was sprawled on the couch, a book hanging from limp fingers. His face, normally pulled into an almost perpetual frown, became soft while he slept. Thick lashes lay gently against pale cheeks. There were a lot of ways Sasuke and Itachi resembled each other. Their eyes were the most obvious. He’d seen pictures. They had their mother’s eyes.



Not wanting to wake Sasuke, yet unable to resist touching him, Naruto brushed aside a bit of hair from his cheek. The skin was amazingly soft, just as he thought it would be. There wasn’t even the slightest hint of stubble. It was their Asian ancestry that saved them from the torture of shaving every day. Naruto, a half and half, wasn’t so lucky. He shaved every morning like clockwork. It wasn’t as bad as some people, but he did have noticeable stubble upon waking.



Taking this rare moment, he sat back. Each rise and fall of Sasuke’s chest drew his gaze. He could practically see the lean muscle beneath the thin t-shirt. He remembered how Sasuke had looked when they’d lived together in the dorms. In the five years since then, Sasuke had put on some additional muscle yet still retained the slender, lean build of a dancer.



Sasuke mumbled in his sleep, shifting on the sofa. The t-shirt rose up just enough to reveal a teasing amount of pale skin and the swirl of dark hair leading from his navel into his loose sweat pants. It was so hard not to slide his hand beneath the loose shirt.



Biting the inside of his jaw, Naruto lifted his hand to Sasuke’s shoulder and gave a slight shake. Sasuke jerked awake, blinking owlishly at Naruto. He yawned and stretched, causing the shirt to lift up to reveal even more creamy skin. Why did Sasuke have to be so damn sexy? He wasn’t just physically sexy. He challenged Naruto. He made him strive to be better.



“You’re back.”



Naruto plastered on a grin, desperate to hide the longing in his eyes. “No shit, Sherlock. Nice nap?”



A corner of Sasuke’s lips turned upward. One couldn’t really call it a smile, but it would do in a pinch as far as Naruto was concerned.



“As a matter of fact, it was a very nice nap. Now, that you’re back, are you going to let me in on the big secret?” Sasuke propped his feet on the coffee table and reached for a bag.



Naruto was quicker, jerking the bags out of his reach. “Not yet. I’ll be right back.”



Naruto disappeared into the bedroom but left it cracked so he could shout to Sasuke. This was only something one could do with the best of friends. Sasuke fit into that role though, Naruto was a bit fucked in the sense that he really would like a chance to wear this for Sasuke in a serious sense.



“I was able to find everything and don’t worry, I didn’t buy any candles because as you say, I’m gay…not ‘gay‘.” Naruto snickered at himself.



Striping his street clothes, He pulled on the bikini underwear and stood in front of the mirror. It was strange wearing women’s underwear. Not really something he was really comfortable in but he recalled a comment Itachi had made concerning bedroom games. This was the only thing he’d shied away from.



A bra was pointless as he had no tits and there was no way in hell he was going to stuff a bra to give that illusion. Itachi was going to get a man in women’s clothes, not a man trying to be a woman in women‘s clothes. He loved the guy, but not enough to actually pretend to be anything but what he was.



“Hurry up…and you better not come out wearing a butt plug shaped tail. I’d rather not have that type of imagery.”



“Don’t get your panties in a twist. I’m trying to make sure everything fits right,” Naruto retorted, pulling up the thigh high stockings. The lady in the adult novelty store assured him these clothes were made to fit men. He wasn’t so sure--it felt weird. Not necessarily bad, just…different.



He shimmied into the short plaid skirt. Every time he bent over, the little lacy panties would be revealed. Standing before the mirror, snorted a bit at the image he made. He reached down beneath the skirt to once again adjust his package in the thin panties. This is what Itachi wanted? What was so sexy about this?



“Naruto, I want to get some…writing…done…”



Naruto turned to see Sasuke staring at him, lips parted and eyes wide. He’d expected him to be shocked but was thinking more along the lines of Sasuke laughing his ass off and maybe snapping some pictures of him for posterity. What he didn’t expect was the unveiled lust swirling in dark depths. Sasuke wasn’t attracted to him. He would have known.



Naruto swallowed the lump in his throat. “I wasn’t ready.”



If he wasn’t so self conscious, he would have commented on Sasuke’s lack of response. The man was ogling him as if he was a glass of water to a man in the desert. “How do I look?”



Sasuke seemed to gain control of his functions enough to whisper a response. “Good.”



“You don’t think I look like a woman? I don’t want to look like a woman.”



Sasuke approached slowly, his hands lifting only to fall away inches from touching. “You don’t look like a woman. You look like Naruto in a dress…a very short dress.”



“Well, I saw this old maid church outfit but I thought it might defeat the purpose,” Naruto snickered.



“Idiot.” Sasuke lifted his eyes from where they were taking in the outfit and met nervous blue. “Itachi will like it.”



Naruto nibbled on his lip, drawing Sasuke’s eyes. “Do you like it?”



Sasuke didn’t answer with words. Instead, Naruto found himself pressed against the wall, Sasuke’s lips covering his and pale hands pressed against the expanse of skin revealed between the top of the skirt and the shirt tied just below his nipples.



It madness. He was with Itachi. Sasuke hadn’t ever hinted about wanting more than the relationship they currently had. He seemed genuinely happy of Naruto being with Itachi. Where had this come from?



“Sasuke…” Naruto moaned, wrapping one leg around Sasuke hips for the sake of drawing him closer. Just a few more minutes. He wanted just a few more kisses, then he would swear off even thinking about Sasuke in anything but a brotherly fashion.



Sasuke’s hand played with the skin above the elastic band holding the thigh high stockings in place. His nails lightly scratched across thighs, stopping just before reaching where Naruto’s very evident erection pressed against the panties.



The world seemed to spin. One moment he was pressed against the wall with Sasuke feeling him up, the next he was flat on his back with Sasuke grinding between his thighs and his mouth devoured. Heat poured through him, making him claw desperately at Sasuke’s back. He couldn’t resist the pull of the pale skin. It had tempted him so desperately earlier. Though it looked as if it should be cold, it felt warm to the touch.



Sasuke’s arm looped beneath a bent knee, pulling his leg high so their erections pressed against each other tightly. “Why do you have to be so sexy?”



Naruto groaned, rolling his hips desperately. Did Sasuke actually want him to answer that? It should be him asking Sasuke why he was so damn alluring. It was his fault for splitting Naruto’s affection between the two brothers.



Sasuke bit down hard on Naruto’s nipple through the thin layer of cloth, resulting in a keening cry. Naruto’s hands tore at Sasuke’s clothes. He desperately wanted to feel Sasuke’s skin against his.



“More, Sasuke!” Naruto wrapped his legs around Sasuke’s hips, arching desperately up into the grinding motion.



Sasuke’s hips moved like pistons, pressing rapidly into the cradle created by Naruto’s thighs. He gripped at Naruto’s hips so tightly, there would probably be bruises tomorrow. Each grunt Sasuke released was echoed by a growl from Naruto.



So into each other, they didn’t hear the approaching steps, nor did they hear the surprised indrawn breath. Their moans of completion and the pounding in their own chests prevented them from hearing Itachi’s approach and then departure.



“Fuck, Naruto…” Sasuke panted against the damp throat.



Naruto stared blankly at the ceiling. He’d just dry humped Sasuke on Itachi’s bed. He tried to feel a little more regret but from the way his body was humming, he was having trouble doing more than basking in the delicious after glow.



Sasuke was the first to pull away. He stood over the bed, looking down at Naruto with such intensity, it made him wonder just how disheveled he looked. Sasuke’s hands plowed through his inky locks. “I…oh fuck, Naruto…”



Naruto placed an arm over his eyes. His panties were sticky and he was covered in a fine sheen of drying sweat. “It’s my fault,” he whispered.



Sasuke turned from the bed to stare at the closed door. “Naruto…”



“Just leave me alone a minute.”



“Fuck Naruto…” Sasuke opened the door to see Itachi seated on the sofa, a snifter of scotch cradled in one hand.



“Sasuke, for God’s sake, what is it?” Naruto sat up, more than a little miffed at being forced to think about what they’d done. His mouth opened to berate the other when he saw Itachi. “Oh…fuck…”



Naruto rushed from the bed, shedding the school dress and pulling on a pair of loose pants. He stepped from the bedroom. Never in his life had h ever been as scared as he was now. It was a first for him. He’d planned to tell Sasuke they would just continue on with their lives as if nothing had happened but now, they couldn’t. Knowing Itachi knew…had seen them. He couldn’t pretend nothing had happened.



“Itachi…”



“I left early…I thought we might go for an early dinner.” Itachi swirled the amber liquid in the crystal glass.



“What happened…I mean…it didn’t…” Christ what does one say to a lover after something like that? I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. Those phrases seemed petty and worthless.



Sasuke stepped forward. “Itachi…we weren’t…”



Itachi held up a hand to silence Sasuke, motioning for Naruto to approach. “Do you know what bothers me the most, Naruto?”



Naruto shook his head, afraid to speak. He swallowed the lump in his now abnormally dry throat. He’d destroyed his relationship with Itachi because of his lust for Sasuke. His life felt pretty fucked up at that point.



“What bothers me is that I liked what I saw. I saw one of my most secret fantasies playing out before me yet I was only allowed to see the ending. It bothers me because I know I should be angry. I should want to kill Sasuke…or you.” Itachi took a sip of his drink, watching Naruto over the rim. “I’ve seen the way you watch him some times.”



Sasuke’s eyes went wide, he glanced at Naruto who was blushing furiously. His blue eyes dropped to stare at the carpeting. Naruto opened his mouth, yet nothing escaped. He took a few breaths, attempting again to verbalize what he needed Itachi to hear…yet he couldn’t. It took nearly a minute before he could speak.



“I’m in love with Sasuke.” Naruto smiled nervously at Itachi. “And with you. I’ve spent the last few months trying not to be in love with you both but I can’t pick one over the other. Tell me what I should do, Itachi.”



Naruto glanced at Sasuke, who was slumped in a nearby chair. His pale neck was littered with love bites and his hair mussed from Naruto’s hands. His cheeks were a very bright red in comparison to the rest of his body.



“I can’t do that, Naruto,” Itachi began, watching Naruto slump in his chair. “Because I know exactly how you feel.”



Naruto frowned, lifting his eyes to stare at Itachi. He couldn’t mean what it sounded like he meant. A quick glance to Sasuke revealed his friend in a particularly strange pose. His mouth opened and closed like a fish while his pale cheeks grew even redder. Judging by Sasuke’s face, it was exactly what he meant.



“Oh…you mean…you know…Sasuke?”



Itachi chuckled a little, eyes sliding to where Sasuke was sitting. “For a very long time.”



Sasuke licked his lips nervously. “Itachi…I…”



“Would you fuck Naruto for me?” Itachi slid his suit jacket off and rolled up his sleeves. “I won’t touch you. Consider it your birthday present to me.”



Sasuke seemed to gain control of his mental capacity. “Wait a damn minute. Why do you want me to fuck Naruto?”



“I’m very much a voyeur, Sasuke. I like watching but it’s more than that. I like watching the two of you.” Itachi pulled Naruto to his lap, his hand pressing over Naruto’s heart. For several long moments it rested there before sliding downward. His fingers flicked over dusky nipples, making both Naruto and Sasuke’s breath hitch in their chests. His fingers never stopped moving, following the ridges and plains downward. A quick glance at Sasuke proved his attention very much captivated.



“Now you understand, Sasuke. At least, partially.” Itachi pressed the palm of his hand over Naruto’s crotch, grinding down until Naruto whined. “Humor me.”



Naruto slid from Itachi’s lap. A glance back told him just how much Itachi wanted this. He was in the same boat as Naruto. They were both very much in love with Sasuke as well as each other.



“Please Sasuke…I’ll wear the dress again.” Naruto grinned as red spread from Sasuke’s cheeks down his neck and disappeared beneath his shirt.



“That’s not it…” Sasuke opened his mouth, only to have a lap full of Naruto and lips covering his.



“Don’t you like the thought of Itachi watching…I can tell you do.” Naruto rolled his hips, taking in Sasuke’s hardened crotch. He wondered just how much was for him, and how much was for Itachi.



“He’s my brother…” Sasuke hissed.



“So…it’s not like you can get pregnant. Love is love. To think all this time I could have had both of you but was worried about hurting Itachi.” Naruto fisted his hand in Sasuke’s hair, pulling back Sasuke head to create a arch in his neck. “If you don’t fuck me, I’ll just fuck you.”



Naruto cast a sly gaze at Itachi before turning back to Sasuke. “I don’t always bottom. You haven’t seen anything until you’ve seen Itachi’s face with a cock shoved up his ass.”



“Oh Christ…” Sasuke’s hips jerked upward.



Not one to forgo an opportunity, Naruto gently kissed his way across Sasuke’s jaw. “I bet he could take both of us and scream for more.”



Sasuke’s growl was the only warning before Naruto found himself naked on the floor. It had taken barely a moment to slide the loose pants from him. His thick hardness bobbed against his abdomen. Sasuke was…Naruto’s mind went white at the touch of a tongue around his anus.



“Sasuke!” Naruto arched as much as he could with his legs pressed upward. Things were moving too fast. It wouldn’t be satisfying enough for anyone if Sasuke didn’t slow down.



“Slowly, Sasuke.” Itachi kept his promise to him, not touching him. He had not promised to leave Naruto untouched. “Naruto likes to start off slow.”



Itachi lowered his mouth, barely brushing lips over Naruto’s. The tip of one tongue dipped out to explore the kiss softened lips. Naruto’s hands lifted up to pull Itachi closer. His hands played in the soft hair, so different in texture from Sasuke.



Naruto moaned, arching into Itachi’s lips. His hand slid down his body to grasp at his erection. Sasuke’s tongue on his ass and Itachi’s in his mouth. It was a shame he couldn’t have one on his cock too.



Itachi pulled back, making Naruto moan loudly. He moved to his place on the sofa, slowly unbuttoning his shirt and pants, his eyes never leaving the two on the floor.



Sasuke seemed to understand, his lips gentled. Teeth and tongue moved along Naruto’s thigh while Sasuke’s hand moved to prevent Naruto from stroking himself. “Don’t touch yourself yet.”



Sasuke moved Naruto to his hands and knees. He returned his attention to Naruto‘s ass, this time with a slower pace--licking Naruto from scrotum to anus. Naruto’s back bowed, pleasure shooting down his spine.



His eyes locked with Itachi. It was different with Itachi watching. When it was just him and Sasuke, it was alright but with Itachi watching, he wanted his touches and kisses again. “Tachi…please.”



He saw Itachi swallow, his hands clench in the leather. Sweat was beading on his lip. “Enjoy yourself, Naruto.”



Naruto’s eyes sparkled. Itachi was enjoying himself but he wanted to touch more than he let on. He was plotting how to get Itachi to join when Sasuke’s fingers began rubbing Naruto’s saliva slicked hole. The slow action made Naruto keen.



Itachi was on his knees before Naruto, his fingers pressing into Naruto’s mouth. “Suck them, Naruto.”



Naruto’s lips laved the fingers, bemoaning their withdrawal. Sparks shot up his spine when two of Itachi’s finger’s joined Sasuke’s. His body went rigid. “Itachi! Sasuke!”



“Naruto’s so warm, isn’t he?” Itachi purred in Sasuke’s ear. “He’s tight, no matter how often you fuck.”



“Shit!” Sasuke pressed his head to Naruto’s back. “You’re gonna make me come.”



“What arouses you the most about this, Sasuke? That another person is here…or that I’m here?” Itachi bit down on the ear before pulling back. His fingers continued to push inside Naruto, his lips biting along the ridges of Naruto’s spine.



Sasuke’s moan joined Naruto’s. Itachi was playing them like a master conductor lead an orchestra. He knew just what to say to turn Sasuke on to the point of nearly coming from words. His hands found all of Naruto’s secret places, touching them just enough to bring droplets of pre-cum to Naruto’s tip.



“Look how much he wants you.” Itachi’s hands left Naruto, producing a bottle of lubricant. He offered it to Sasuke, who’s hands were shaking so bad from need, he couldn’t open it.



“Tachi…I…help me…” Sasuke’s teeth clenched, making the muscles in his jaw tense.



“Sasuke…are you sure?”



“Fuck yes…touch me like Naruto…I want to be touched like that.” Sasuke’s body convulsed at Itachi’s touch around his neck.



Itachi’s hand slid slowly down the lean muscles, pressing and stroking Sasuke just as he had Naruto. Every catch in Sasuke’s breath had him pausing to tease the area before moving on. As he reached Sasuke’s jutting arousal, he withdrew. Sasuke released a very unmanly whimper.



“Patience, Sasuke.” Itachi smirked, squirting a bit of lube onto his fingers before rimming them around Naruto’s hole.



Naruto jolted, groaning at the slick touch. He’d groan tired of the slow touches. He needed a hard fucking. He knew Itachi. He knew the man was making him wait just because he could.



Itachi rubbed his hand across Naruto’s ass before turning his attention back to Sasuke. He cupped his hand, squirted the clear liquid, and coated Sasuke’s erection. A small spurt of cum shot from the tip at the touch, making Itachi cluck his tongue.



“You’re too wound up.” He stroked his hand up and down the length. “It won’t be any fun if you don’t last.”



Sasuke hissed out a few explicit curse words. “I’m trying…I…”



Itachi squeezed his fist around Sasuke. A shout erupted from his chest, his hips pumping upward. “Obviously not hard enough.”



Itachi stroked twice, making sure Sasuke was well coated before settling himself behind him. He used his hips to push Sasuke close to Naruto, his hand guiding Sasuke’s erection towards the tight, wet heat.



Naruto moaned at the first touch. This was probably the hardest he’d ever been. Never in his life had he believed he would ever participate in a threesome. Granted, it was a strange threesome, but Sasuke had begun to accept Itachi’s touches. They would work on the mechanics of it later. Right now, Naruto wanted to get off.



Itachi’s hips nudged Sasuke, pressing him forward. His lips pressed to the curve of Sasuke’s neck, sending a shudder through him. Sasuke’s hips surged forward, burying himself in Naruto.



Both Naruto and Sasuke groaned, Naruto’s body clamping down hard on the intrusion. “Fuck, Sasuke! I‘m still sore from last night.”



Itachi chuckled, nibbling on Sasuke’s shoulder. “He’s just a little over anxious, Naruto. I’ll let you fuck me later to apologize.”



Naruto purred happily. Sasuke’s hips jerked and he shot off hard into Naruto with a shout. Naruto glanced over his shoulder with an incredulous look. “You came already?”



Sasuke whimpered a little, burying his face in Naruto’s back. “The thought of seeing you fucking Itachi…”



Itachi smirked, biting down on Sasuke’s shoulder one last time. “Is that what you want to see, little brother? Do you want to see my ass eating Naruto‘s cock?”



Sasuke whined, his body shivering. Itachi pulled away, forcing Sasuke to follow. Naruto fell to his back, panting--his erection bobbed angrily between his thighs.



“Tachi…” Naruto whined.



“I’m sorry, Naruto. It will just take me a minute to prep.” Itachi shed his pants and shirt. His hands fumbled with the lube, making Naruto grin. Itachi was hard up for an orgasm too.



Sasuke sat panting, watching Itachi’s fingers disappear in himself. It was obviously not pleasurable to him. “You’re rushing.”



Itachi smirked. “It’s been a while. I don’t want to take him inside without at least a little prep.”



Sasuke swallowed thickly. “Let me.”



Itachi arched a brow and Naruto groaned. Sasuke took the lube from Itachi, his fingers drifting to where Itachi impaled himself. Gently, he removed Itachi’s fingers and slid his own around the pink hole.



One dipped inside, making both Sasuke and Itachi groan. “Itachi…oh…shit…”



“Hey!” Naruto growled from the floor. “You two better not fuck until I get off. I’m in pain here.”



Itachi purred at Sasuke’s touch before leaning down to swipe his tongue across the tip of Naruto’s erection. “I wouldn’t think of leaving you behind, babe.”



Sasuke bit Itachi’s shoulder in much the same way Itachi had him and withdrew his fingers. “You’re fine.”



Itachi twisted to face Sasuke, his hand stroking Sasuke’s renewed erection. “Go wipe off and I’ll blow you.”



Sasuke was on his feet, racing to the bathroom. Naruto barked out a laugh. “Just a few touches and he’s ready to bend over and let you fuck him.”



“Naruto…you were the same.” Itachi pressed his erection against Naruto, rubbing their leaking flesh together.



“Bull…shit…oh fuck, Itachi…” Naruto’s neck arched back as Itachi turned to face away from him and began lowering his body onto the presented erection.



“Mmm…yes, you are fucking me.” Itachi rolled his hips a few times before beginning a slow pace. Each time Naruto’s erection brushed his prostate, he gasped and tightened which in turn resulted in Naruto groaning.



Sasuke practically skidded to a halt before the two men. His eyes grew wide at the site of Itachi impaling himself on Naruto. Itachi’s long slender erection bobbed in time with his movements.



“Itachi…”



Itachi’s closed eyes slid open. “Naruto…Sasuke’s back.”



“Finally.” Naruto sat up, pushed Itachi to his hands and knees, and plowed roughly inside. “I’ve been waiting to do this.”



Itachi groaned, biting his lip. “Shit…Naruto.”



Naruto leaned down, biting roughly on Itachi’s ear. “Don’t you owe Sasuke a blow job? I think he might cum before you get the chance if you don’t hurry.”



Itachi grunted, reaching for Sasuke. Sasuke stumbled towards him, his knees locking as Itachi closed his mouth around Sasuke’s erection, immediately tasting the pre-cum. He pulled back with a smirk. “Naruto…he’s close.”



Naruto grinned into Itachi’s back. “We’ll have to work on his stamina.”



Itachi nodded, engulfing Sasuke fully. He made quick work of sucking Sasuke dry. Sasuke was likely to be embarrassed beyond belief at how quickly he was shooting off. At the taste of Sasuke shooting his load into his mouth, Itachi groaned. He pulled back, some of the last spurts of cum hitting his face.



Naruto snarled into his neck, body going tense at the sight of Sasuke’s cum on Itachi’s face. He grunted, thrust once more, and shouted as his orgasm hit him. Itachi wasn’t far behind him, shooting into his own hand which had started frantically pumping as soon as Sasuke came.



Naruto collapsed on Itachi, forcing him to the ground. Sasuke had long since collapsed to his knees. Three sets of breath echoed through the room.



Itachi pushed Naruto to his back, wincing a bit as the softening length pulled out. “You’re cleaning up the mess.”



Naruto cracked open an eye. “Why do I have to? It’s yours and Sasuke’s mess.”



Itachi stood, abet a bit slowly. Sasuke and Naruto’s eyes both settled on where cum was beginning to track down the back of Itachi’s thigh. Impossibly dark eyes leveled on the two. “Consider it your punishment for fucking without me.”



“It was only dry humping…” Naruto argued, earning him a stern look.



“If you clean fast, you can both shower with me.”



Naruto was on his feet, rushing for the supply closet closely followed by Sasuke. Both were scrubbing the cum stains from the carpet. Naruto shoved his shoulder against Sasuke. “This is your fault. If you weren’t such a fast shooter…”



“I am not a fast shooter,” Sasuke snarled in return.



“Bullshit. You came like three times. I only came once,” griped Naruto.



Sasuke snorted. “Twice.”



“Well the first time didn’t count,” Naruto grumbled. “I was in a dress.”



“What difference does that make?” Sasuke stopped his scrubbing to stare at Naruto.



Naruto blushed crimson. “It just does, okay.”



“You liked wearing the dress…” Sasuke grinned almost demonically. “Wait until I tell, Itachi.”



Sasuke was on his feet the next instant, followed quickly by Naruto. It was the first in a long time he’d heard Sasuke laugh. He’d been so serious for so long, it was a nice change. As the old saying goes, today was the first day of the rest of their lives. Their relationship might be a little on the fucked up side, but it was their lives. At least they knew it would never be boring.



The End~