We Intertwined

AN: Sasuke is bottoming in this chapter (though he's not a very compliant sub). I'm trying to give every combination an equal shot in this story so I'm just going to warn you up front in case it bothers you. This chapter contains NaruSasu, SakuSasu and some NaruSaku. I'm sorta, kinda, maybe working up to the butt smexing... (next chapter?) Also, sorry for neglecting this story for so long. I can't decide if we should go back to Naruto bottoming after the conclusion of this lemon or maybe give Sakura a try so feel free to leave your vote in the comments. XD

They hadn't lasted long after exhausting themselves in the bath. But it was hardly surprising considering their workout earlier that day. Naruto had literally crawled into the king sized bed, more than happy to sleep naked, lodged between his two teammates in a tangle of arms and legs while Sakura had taken the time to slip into a short night gown and Sasuke had pulled on some boxers. He surprised Naruto by nuzzling his face against his neck, arms wrapped around him tightly. Sakura snuggled into place by his side, resting her head on his chest as she snaked her arm across his stomach to slip between Sasuke's.

She smiled against tan skin before whispering, “Good night.”

She was answered with two similar replies and then it fell quiet save for the sound of their heavy breathing.


When Naruto awoke the next morning with an exaggerated yawn, the first thing he noticed was Sakura's fingers drawing lazy circles across his stomach. He squirmed a little, weighed down by an unconscious Sasuke and shot her a hesitant grin, cheeks flushing as she continued lower with her designs.

“Sakura-chan,” he whined, and she gave him a teasing kiss on the lips.

“Morning, sleepy head.”

He frowned at her in mock annoyance where she lay propped on her elbow and tried to ignore the tickle of her fingertips on his skin. “Hey, I'm up before the bastard here. Give me a little credit.”

“True,” she grinned, brushing lower to trail across his thighs. “But to be fair he's usually up before either of us. And you did wear him out pretty well last night.”

Naruto blushed slightly at the implication. He didn't deny that he'd enjoyed doing it, but the situation was still very new and somehow embarrassing. “Sakura-chan, take your clothes off,” he pleaded softly, brushing the backs of his fingers over her chest where the neck line dipped low, his other arm pinned to his side underneath Sasuke's body.

“Mmn,” she hummed, considering his request before answering, “But I was going to make us some breakfast.”

“Later,” he smiled, fingertips hooking behind the silky material in an attempt to pull her closer. “I've got a better idea. And it concerns the sleeping bastard.”

Her lips quirked in a mischievous smile, and she leaned in to receive his whispered suggestion.


When Sasuke finally woke, the room was bright with morning light and his two teammates were staring at him which meant that he had both overslept and that they were up to no good. He groaned, stiff from not moving all night, and tried to ignore Naruto's obvious grin. Yup, definitely up to no good.

“Morning, Sasuke-kun,” Sakura chirped, leaning in to kiss his cheek as he sat up.

“Hn.”

“Did you sleep well?” she continued, voice quieter—huskier as she slid her lips across his skin to brush against his ear.

Sasuke shivered despite himself. He nodded his answer because he didn't trust himself to speak. He knew the things which that tone promised, sometimes both pleasure and pain.

He glared at Naruto to hide the effect her words had on him, but his eyes widened when she whispered, “Run.”

She pulled back and he looked to her questioningly, heart fluttering in his chest. It was the elevated beating of a trapped thing, of prey. He could taste the familiar, cold thrill pooling in the back of his throat and struggled to swallow it down. Such a reaction was unbecoming for an Uchiha.

“I'm giving you a head start,” she explained with a sigh and then commanded again, more firmly, “Run.”

His Sharingan activated instinctively at the confirmation, at his spike in adrenaline, but he blinked it away as he slipped off the bed, not waiting to be told again. He snatched a kunai from the dresser top and was out the sliding glass door onto the porch in seconds.

Sakura shot Naruto a dark smile over her shoulder and he nodded in approval, amused but eager to start the chase. If he hadn't just seen it himself, he'd never have believed Sasuke was capable of reacting in such a way. This was his former teammate, the bastard who showed no fear and took orders from no one? Sakura grabbed a shoulder pouch from the corner of the room and slipped on her leather gloves—a pair with metal protectors to block Sasuke's weapon—while Naruto wriggled into his pants and then they were off, jumping from the wooden deck onto the grass below to race after Sasuke who had already placed a good 50 yards between them.

When it came to speed, Sasuke was easily faster than the both of them, but it wasn't long before they had caught up.

In the time that he and Sakura had been together, they'd played out different scenarios but this was the first one that had taken him outside. And then there was the added element of Naruto. The excitement pulsed through him as he glanced behind him, checking on their distance. He was already nearly panting from the anticipation and physical exertion. The ground exploded loudly behind him, signaling their attack and then he was dodging half-naked shadow clones as they attempted to box him in. For a moment he had a weird sensation of deja vu—only this time Sakura wasn't on his side.


It didn't take long before he was down (and slightly hurting). Even when Sakura held back, her blows weren't to be taken lightly. Coupled with the distraction of Naruto's attacks, it was easy for her to find an opening even against his speed. Not that he wasn't making it a little easier for them. . .

Immediately, he felt the weight and press of the clones holding him down, grinding dry grass and dirt into his chest as he twisted against their hold, and he looked up into the trees so far away. He couldn't sense the ANBU but it didn't mean they weren't there. He was well aware of the fact that he'd been under constant surveillance since his return to the village several months ago. The idea that they were there, watching him right now made him writhe harder against the bodies pinning him down. If it was the other way around—if it were Naruto or Sakura—would they step in to stop him? Even now in the appearance of his obvious distress (and undress), they didn't come. If he called for help, they wouldn't come—not that he'd ever admit a need for assistance even under the most dire of circumstances. But still, the thought somehow got to him. Were they laughing at him, thinking he deserved it? Were they watching with interest for what might come next?

He cursed as bodies shifted; more hands grabbed for his arms and chest and he was promptly pulled to his feet.

“Not much fun is it, Sasuke-teme?” one joked while another took the shoulder pack from Sakura after she'd extracted some of the contents.

The one he assumed was the real Naruto—though really he couldn't be sure without his Sharingan—moved in front of him to slip a worn forehead protector over his eyes. He pressed his fingers against the dull metal, holding it in place while a clone knotted the cloth ties from behind. “Can't have you casting any genjutsu,” he teased, more than ready to pay his teammate back for the previous day's treatment.

Sasuke didn't bother to disdain that he'd already chosen not to use his bloodline limit because it'd be admitting his willingness to be caught and because Sakura had started wrapping one of the thick, leather strips around his wrists.

He jerked, surprised by the sensation of the rough texture against his skin. These weren't the usual restraints. The fact that they'd been part of his outfit during their Chuunin exam added an element of embarrassment for him, but it was too late; Sakura had already looped the band tightly up his arms, drawing them close together behind his back, and started the other in a crossing pattern over his chest.

He wriggled back and forth, testing the strictness of the tie as she finished, frowning to indicate his discomfort. Naruto, impatient as ever was already starting to push him to his knees, but Sakura cut in, “Let's move back inside,” and he could tell she was considering the ANBU as well.

Naruto didn't verbally respond, but he could hear the familiar popping of the clones being dispersed and then he was being walked back in the direction of the porch, two calloused hands gripping his shoulders. It irritated him that Naruto always followed what Sakura said without a seeming second thought but always argued against his suggestions when they worked as a team. He was also disappointed at being dragged back inside, but he couldn't explain why so he kept his mouth shut and didn't complain.



Begging wouldn't do any good, and he sure as hell wouldn't let the loser see him result to such a pathetic means. This was his first thought when his knees hit the carpeted bedroom floor and he felt Sakura, naked, press herself against his back. He tickled his fingers through the soft patch of hair and she spread her legs, lowering herself slightly to allow him better access to her sex. She slipped an arm up the front of him, holding him tight against her as he worked his fingers over the sensitive area.

“Hey, Sasuke. . . Sakura-chan told me I could do whatever I wanted to you.” Naruto laughed, genuinely pleased, the sound of his voice directly above and in front of him.

He had an idea of what was coming and turned his face to the side, not at all happy with the prospect. “Fuck you.”

“It's only fair, Sasuke-teme.”

Naruto brushed the swollen head of his cock across Sasuke's cheek and down toward his lips, slowly, teasing. He imagined the blond idiot having to fight not to snicker.

Sasuke clenched his jaw, tilting his face further away as he breathed, “Bastard. I'll make you regret it.”

Sakura reached a hand up to fist through his hair, wrenching his head back at a painful angle. He gasped at the unexpected sensation and felt Naruto's cock instantly pressed against his parted lips, ready. The bastard always was too eager, simmering with impatience and recklessness. Annoying. Feeling spiteful, Sasuke flicked his tongue forward in the lightest of caresses and closed his teeth down, nipping at the skin. He had to fight to keep the smirk from his lips, pleased with Naruto's resulting grunt. He then pressed his lips tightly together, refusing the member entry as Naruto rubbed the soft tip back and forth over his mouth.

How long could he keep resisting? He imagined that any second one of them would pinch his nose or give his balls a good smack to ensure his compliance. Just the thought alone was enough to make his cock throb, trapped and neglected in his boxers.

“S-Sasuke..?”

Naruto's voice was soft, uncertain, and he instantly opened his mouth. Dammit, it should take more than that to make Naruto doubt him. But he didn't have time for anger or regret as Naruto was quick to react, and he nearly gagged.

He attempted to pull back, but Sakura's hand was suddenly there, fisted through his hair as she forced his head forward and then back, guiding his movements at a controlled pace.

He jerked lightly in protest but found himself completely restricted by the leather straps coupled with Sakura's hold on him. He wasn't going anywhere, trapped between his two teammates.

At first it was hard to breathe, but Sasuke was a prodigy at anything, anything dammit, so he easily adapted even to this first time, relaxing his gag reflex and focusing on breathing evenly through his nose. The smell was too much for him, musty and a little like fresh cut grass, and it hurt where Naruto pounded against his lips hard enough to likely bruise, but he also liked the sensation of it all--belonging to these two people that he'd never fully been able to shake, no matter how hard he'd tried. After years of chasing him, it was inevitable that they'd claim him in such a wholly-consuming way. This was the punishment he deserved.

He made an unhappy noise in his throat, pinching Sakura's clit lightly between his forefinger and thumb, and in response, she reached around to squeeze his balls. He shook and shuddered, her voice hot in his ear, "Play nice, Sasuke-kun."

She rubbed her hand up his erection, but it wasn't enough to get him anywhere. He tried to grind himself against her palm, and Naruto laughed at him. He could feel his chest bloom with heat, anger and embarrassment and excitement.

Fuck you, dobe, he wanted to snarl, but couldn't pull back enough to say anything.

Then he choked, the hot sensation of Naruto squirting his ejaculate into his mouth too much for him to swallow. Without any warning, it lodged in the back of his throat, and he choked and retched and wondered if it could come out his nose. Naruto pulled out, and Sasuke curled over and coughed milky phlegm onto the carpet.

His eyes watered under the blindfold, and he coughed until Sakura tipped a canteen of water to his lips.

"Asshole," he rasped as soon as he was able.

It should have been over then, but it wasn't. Naruto didn't apologize, and he wasn't let go. Sakura rubbed his back between his shoulder blades.

He hissed, "Is that all you've got?" provoking his teammates in his usual furious way. He wasn't sure he if wanted things to continue for the sake of his pride, but he also couldn't help himself but to act this way when the feeling of being with them, both of them together, the burning sensation of pleasure and belonging was too great. He coiled in on himself with tingly anticipation, feeling like a snake ready to strike.

He waited, wondering what would happen.