Three's Company

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Sasuke glared but couldn’t twist around enough to direct it at Naruto’s face, so it ended up being wasted on the snow-filled television screen across the room.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Sasuke seethed, trying to buck Naruto off. Fingernails dug into the skin of his hips, making them still.

“Helping you not fuck up again with Sakura-chan, that’s what.”

“You…you little shit—”

A hand fisted into Sasuke hair and pulled sharply.

“Sasuke stop twisting like that!” Naruto’s voice was like a whip. “Or do you want to hurt Sakura-chan?”

The Uchiha froze at that, muscles bunched with exactly the wrong kind of tension, and despite the discomfort she was feeling with all of Sasuke’s twitchy movements, Sakura preferred them to this…this stillness with Sasuke looking at her all horrified and angry and closed off.

She sighed and ground her teeth together. This…this was not making things better. She could see by the white knuckle grip Sasuke had on the couch back, the stiffness of his back, held at an odd tilt by Naruto’s hands. Sasuke was going to break any second now, and oh it was going to be so awkward after this, and with Naruto…

‘Come on girl, think. How can you make him listen?’

“Sasuke—”

“Let. Me. Go.” Sasuke’s voice was dangerously low and Sakura shivered at the tone.

Naruto’s didn’t seem intimidated though. He laughed.

“Nope, not gonna happen,” he said. “What are you so scared of anyway? You’re not going to break Sakura-chan with sex.”

“SHUT UP,” Sasuke yelled, hands coming off the couch to clench into fists. “What do you know anyway?”

“More than you do, obviously. Geez, and I thought the creepy snake pervert taught you something besides how to wear silly outfits.”

That was it. Sakura tensed the muscles of her abdomen and slid a bit closer, counting on Naruto to hold Sasuke in place. She moved up and forward until she could reach Sasuke’s shoulders and slide her hands up them, resting her sweaty forehead against his chest.

Sasuke’s attention snapped back to her, and he made a distressed sound as she kept creeping forward.

“Sakura—”

“Shut up,” she panted, stopping as Sasuke’s cock hit a wall inside her that would take a bit more force to breach. “You don’t listen when I speak.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“But you aren’t hurting her dumbass,” was Naruto’s annoyed exclamation.

Sakura kept Sasuke’s eyes on her as she lifted her head and pressed a small kiss to the corner of his mouth. “He’s right,” she said. “This doesn’t hurt me. Not really.”

“You’ve got to trust us, Sasuke,” Naruto said. “Trust Sakura-chan when she tells you what she wants. She’s a medic-nin after all. Do you think she wouldn’t tell you if you were really hurting her?

“Hn.” Sasuke was looking uncertain.

Naruto grinned suddenly and nudged at Sasuke with his chin, brushing over the sensitive scars of the curse seal and earning a glare and a flush from Sasuke in return.

“Besides which,” he continued, “you should also trust me by now. Do you think I wouldn’t kick your ass so hard if you were really hurting Sakura-chan?”

“Like a dead-last like you ever could,” Sasuke shot back, but Sakura could tell it was a reflexive taunt and not the wounding kind of words they were tossing back and forth before.

And Sasuke had relaxed somewhat, allowing his weight to sink a bit into Sakura. She shivered eagerly under him and he put his lips close to her ear.

“Are you sure about this?” he asked with a sigh.

“Definitely.”

And then Naruto was sliding his cheek next to Sasuke’s and pressing against his back, and Sakura was reaching one hand around to rest with Naruto’s on Sasuke’s hip.

“Come on,” the blond was whispering in Sasuke ear, making him shudder, and Sakura felt it through Sasuke’s body and shuddered as well. “I’ll help you.”

“I don’t need your help, moron,” Sasuke hissed, but he wasn’t twisting out of Naruto’s hold on his hips, or fighting against the pressure of the blond against his back, pushing him forward, deeper and deeper into Sakura as she stretched around him.

It was slow, and a bit awkward with Naruto watching with intense eyes over Sasuke’s shoulder, and Sasuke grinding his teeth and digging his nails sharply into the back of Naruto’s hand until he drew blood. She felt a sharp pain that blossomed out into a dull ache spreading up to her stomach, and for a second it hurt enough for her to whimper out loud.

Sasuke’s eyes snapped open and his grip turned brutal on Naruto’s wrist, his body tensing as he struggled to slide out of Sakura immediately. With Naruto practically on top of him, there was no place to go.

“Relax,” the blond muttered, letting Sasuke mangle his one hand while he reached the other one around to brush some hair out of Sakura’s eyes. The wounds closed in a few seconds leaving only spots of blood behind. “Talk to him, Sakura-chan. Tell him you’re okay. Use small words.”

She smiled at Sasuke and angled her hips forward, ignoring the little spike of discomfort that caused. “I’m fine,” she said. “You aren’t hurting me at all.”

He frowned and shifted again, watching her face carefully. “I’m not making you feel good either.”

“That’s because you suck at this, bastard,” Naruto chimed in, rolling his eyes.

For a second, Sakura figured that was it. Sasuke was going to kill him, and her first time would be marked by little pieces of Naruto’s bloody corpse spread around the room. But before Sasuke could do much more than growl and twist his torso around, Naruto had already taken his hand and shoved it at Sakura’s chest. She squeaked in surprise as Sasuke’s fingers closed around her breast and he looked just as shocked at suddenly obtaining a handful of boob.

“Naruto.”

“Hey, I’m only telling the truth,” Naruto scoffed. “Just shoving it in and fucking a girl is really lame, as far as sexual techniques go. But guess what? Practice makes perfect!” He grinned and then took his hand off Sasuke’s hand in order to trace the nipple around Sakura’s other breast, making her gasp sharply.

“What you should be doing is touching her here—” His fingers stroked at the underside of her breast and then trailed down between her thighs to where Sasuke was inside her. He began rubbing small circles against her clit with his thumb and the resulting waves of sensation made her squirm and cry out. “—And here. Problem solved. You try it, bastard.”

Sasuke was still for a few seconds; as if he was trying to decide whether or not this was actually a good idea. Then the hand he had placed against Sakura’s breast squeezed gently and he bent down to take the small nub between his lips.

Sighing her encouragement, Sakura took Sasuke’s head in her hands and carded her fingers through his hair as he suckled at her and kissed her. Naruto’s fingers at her entrance were soon replaced with Sasuke’s fingers and she moved desperately against him as he worked her, thighs tightening around his hips.

The strain of her discomfort was forgotten. What she really wanted now was for him to move.

“Sasuke please…” She clawed at his back with her fingernails. “Please.”

“That’s it,” Naruto whispered, hands back around Sasuke’s hips. “Now…”

He dragged Sasuke back and then thrust forward, and she moaned and told him to do it again. And again. And again, until Sasuke was moving on his own, pumping his hips and clasping her wrists in his hands so he could keep her from putting bruises on his skin. She was helping him, arching her back and directing him with her thighs, her knees squeezing his ribs so tight.

She was so caught up in finally feeling Sasuke inside her that she almost forgot that they weren’t alone in the room. But she noticed when Naruto’s hands left her body entirely, and when his sadly smiling face disappeared from over Sasuke’s shoulder.

Sasuke noticed too. He stopped.

“Naruto?”

“Well, it seems like you guys have gotten the hang of it,” the blond said, laughing awkwardly. “So I’ll just show myself out…”

“Where are you going, dead last?”

Naruto stopped laughing, the corners of his mouth turning down into a scowl. “Home,” he said shortly.

“To jerk off?”

“What the hell did you just say?”

“You’re hard, moron.” Sasuke’s voice was flat and emotionless, giving away nothing. “I felt it.”

Sakura stared wide-eyed as Naruto flushed and avoided her gaze.

“Yeah well…this is like free porn right? Up close and personal. Of course I’m going to get…excited,” the blond said, looking extremely uncomfortable and defensive. He took a step back from the couch.

Sasuke pulled out of Sakura with a wet, slick sound so he could turn completely and face Naruto. Sakura sat up a bit shakily, pushing loose strands of her hair behind her ears in a self-conscious gesture.

“Guys, don’t fight,” she said, but they were ignoring her. Sasuke had that blank look on his face that she knew Naruto hated more than anything.

“So why are you leaving then?” Sasuke prodded. “Shouldn’t you be trying to get off, if we’re free entertainment for you?”

“That’s not…I didn’t want to…” Sakura watched Naruto struggled to find words for the first time in her life. “You guys don’t need me here,” he blurted finally, crossing his arms over his chest and glaring daggers at Sasuke, as if it hurt him to say it.

Sasuke only snorted contemptuously and said, “Now who’s the coward.”

Naruto’s jaw dropped and his hands tightened into fists. Desperate to salvage the situation, Sakura said the first thing that came to her mind.

“You can stay.”

He stared at her like she’d lost her mind, then his eyes grew stormy. “Sakura-chan,” he said, his voice thick and gruff, “I don’t need a pity fuck from you guys.”

“It wouldn’t be a pity f-fuck!” she stammered. She looked to Sasuke for support, but he was still fixed on Naruto, his gaze calm and measuring. Swallowing hard, she tried to sort through her jumbled thoughts, her body still throbbing insistently from their earlier activities. Stricken by the way Naruto was looking at her, like he was disappointed in her, she found herself babbling out truths she didn’t even realize until that moment.

“We do need you here,” she said softly. “Not for the sex tips or…or things like that but because…we are a team, aren’t we? I miss you.”

She bit her lip and glanced again at Sasuke, wondering what he was thinking. If he said something cruel now…if he acted cold like always, right here, things would never be the same. She knew what she wanted, and knew it was probably wrong and selfish and horrible of her to want such a thing. But

Sasuke expression changed into that of a smirk, and he leaned forward to grab at Naruto’s wrist, tugging him forward towards the couch.

“Those who abandon their team mates are worse than trash,” he intoned solemnly, while trying to strip Naruto of his t-shirt. Sakura smiled and crawled over to help with his pants, brushing her fingers over Sasuke’s hand in a silent ‘thank you’ as she worked.

Naruto, for his part, looked like he couldn’t quite believe what was happening. He let Sasuke pull his shirt over his head, but his hands interrupted Sakura while she was untying the drawstring on his pants.

“I don’t think this is what Kakashi-sensei had in mind when he told us that,” he joked weakly, gaze flickering from Sakura’s fingers to Sasuke’s face in uncertainty. “You guys um…are you sure?”

“Definitely,” Sakura said, batting his hands away and quickly stripping him of the rest of his clothing.

There were a few minutes of awkwardness, where none of them quite knew how to proceed. Sakura knew that they couldn’t very well explore the wonders of double penetration on her first time, or anal sex. Not when Sasuke had only just been persuaded that he could penetrate her without hurting her. There seemed to be a lot of limbs, a lot of appendages, and not a lot of knowledge on how to fit them together.

Eventually, Sakura got fed up with all the nervous hemming and hawing and sat herself down in Naruto’s lap, rubbing up against his naked erection and fitting his hands around her waist. He squawked and reddened at the sudden pressure on his cock where Sakura’s buttocks and back were pressed against it, but his hands tightened around her waist and he didn’t push her off.

She took that as a good sign and motioned for Sasuke to come closer.

“Here,” she said, pulling the black-haired man down on top of both her and Naruto, her arms fitting around his neck. “I want you back inside me.”

Sasuke complied with a grunt and slid between her thighs again, this time sending her sliding back into Naruto with every thrust forward, causing both of them to moan at the friction. They moved together, awkwardly, but with a breathless, almost violent effort, Sasuke pushing his hips forward into Sakura, and her ass rocking into Naruto's lap and grinding there as she strove to keep up with Sasuke's brutal pace. Soon Naruto’s sweat-slicked fingers were circling her breasts and Sasuke was leaning past her to bite at Naruto’s mouth while she squirmed and panted between them, the wetness dripping down from between her thighs and increasing the glide of skin on skin.

"God, Sakura-chan," the blond moaned, pinned as he was by the weight of both teens on top of him, and by the arms of the couch digging into his spine. "Feels amazing, oh fuck right there. Yeah. Yeah yeah yeah."

"Should have known...you'd be loud...even during sex, moron," Sasuke growled, panting a little between words. But his hand came up to grasp the blond by the bicep, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise while his other hand tangled in Sakura's sweat-damp hair.

She only had enough time for a gasped burst of laughter before Sasuke changed his angle to something deeper, and she could feel wetness from the tip of Naruto's cock spread in the small of her back. Then all she could do was hold on to them both and bite back the whimpers trying to escape from her lips.

Sasuke came first, shuddering through his release with a quiet groan, and she clamped down hard on him as she rode out his final thrusts. Then he spun her around and lifted her onto Naruto with a speed that made her breathless. She had barely bounced up and down on Naruto’s erection twice before she felt herself the heat growing in her belly spiral out in a pink flush of pleasure. The feel of her contracting around him must have been the last straw for Naruto, because he came as well, with a muted cry.

They collapsed together on the couch—Naruto sprawled along the cushions with Sakura nestled on his chest, and Sasuke draped over both their legs—trying to catch their breath. Unsurprisingly, Naruto was the first to speak.

“Fuck, that was hot.”

“Shut up, idiot,” Sasuke drawled, but there wasn’t any bite to his voice. Actually, he sounded pretty exhausted and Sakura had to hide her grin at the thought that they had tired him out more than a whole day of intense training might have.

“No fighting in the afterglow,” she ordered, stroking her fingers possessively through Sasuke’s sweat-damp hair and resting her cheek over Naruto’s heart, feeling the reassuring thump of his pulse get slower and slower. “You can beat each other up later, when I’m not naked.”

“Sounds good,” Naruto agreed with a grin. But it wobbled after a few minutes into an uncertain look. “So what happens now?” he asked. “You can’t exactly be married to two guys, Sakura-chan.”

Sasuke scowled and pinched Naruto hard on the leg, causing the other man to yelp and aim a kick in his direction. “Just like Lee can’t be a shinobi and you can’t be Hokage, right? I’ve never known you to write off something as impossible before, dumbass,” he said.

“Sasuke-kun’s right,” Sakura chimed in, heading off the inevitable battle of insults. “We’re a team. Who cares what some dumb people think about us? I’m…” She blushed and closed her eyes. “I’m happy…like this. Are you…?”

There was a hand lifting her chin, and Sakura opened her eyes to find Naruto smiling at her softly.

“We’re happy if you’re happy, Sakura-chan,” he said.

“Sasuke?”

They both looked at him, Sakura with a tinge of nervousness in her gaze that faded completely when he nodded his assent.

“Hn.”

“Well that’s settled then,” Naruto crowed, smacking Sasuke on the ass and causing the black-haired man to stiffen in outrage. “Let’s watch the rest of the movies!”

“Na-ru-to…”

Sasuke lunged for the laughing blond and they both sprang off the couch, Sasuke chasing Naruto down the hallway until he barricaded himself in the bathroom. Sakura rolled her eyes and searched around the floor for her shirt. When she couldn’t find it, she pulled Sasuke’s on instead, and Naruto’s boxers, then fished around in the couch for the remote control.

“Don’t break anything or I’ll break your fingers,” she called out as a bang of a door flying open echoed down the hall, knowing her words would probably be ignored.

Then she clutched a pillow to her chest and curled her feet up under her and turned on the movie—a silly romantic comedy in which the guy would always get the girl and they’d live happily ever after. It was corny and dumb, but she couldn’t stop smiling all the way through it.

All of a sudden, the world suddenly seemed pretty okay. Sakura giggled and pushed her face into the pillow.

Ino was going to have a heart attack when she told her.

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fin.

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