De Oppresso Liber

When I have doubts about how good a sex scene was, your reviews always reassure me. Thank you all.
Cuzosu: Sasuke’s going to find out how much it sucks first hand, but he’s going to get a preview by looking at his brother the next morning. ^_^
The Smiling Fox: *blushes* Thank you! I try very hard to make all the sex scenes different. It’s tough since it’s really just a bunch of thrusting when you get down to it. My mission is to inspire nosebleeds. ^_^
smint45: My late father was Special Forces and I have the insignia itself, so I know that design. Being ANBU in the manga, I was inspired to bring them into the real world Special Forces. I love Uchihacest too. *evil, leering grin*
RangerDanger1315: That he is. At least in my perverted imagination. By the way, in reference to your review last time, I decided to make Sasuke even sluttier. I hope you enjoy his day of hedonism in his office.
LuxuriaVanitas: I just can’t write PWP, but plot really is just a setting for smutty sex!
Seraphic: And with that (but really with many of your other reviews) you are up there with my top five reviewers! See, I think the uke has a lot of control. I was reading another story where they describe it brilliantly, that really BDSM is for the uke. I mean, it sounds like—not being a guy myself—that being fucked is amazingly pleasurable. And you really just lay or kneel there and receive pleasure. I also see Sasuke as a bit of a hedonist: anything for pleasure, even spread your legs and beg to be fucked. I do that in Black Swan a little and (spoiler alert!) in Hopelessly, among a few others I’m writing. I love slutty Uchiha!
ScarletMyrrh: None of my stories will be dropped except for maybe my Kenshin one; I wrote myself into a corner I found difficult to get out of. This one will be several more chapters at least. ^_^
StrawberrySunDay: That kind of thing makes me happy! And I know what you mean. I’ve gotten that feeling before.

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Sasuke ‘snuck’ into Itachi’s room to steal Kakashi fresh clothes in the morning while the older man took a shower. Itachi was not quite as bearish as his little brother in the morning, but he was glaring at Sasuke when he came in.

“I didn’t wake you, so don’t look at me like that,” Sasuke said and opened Itachi’s closet. “Kakashi’s only a bit taller than you; your stuff might fit him.”

Itachi got up and pulled him away. “I know what of mine would likely fit him.” He growled and shut his closet. “Just take him downtown and buy him a few dozen suits. I want another few minutes before I go in.”

“We’ve got to go in too.”

“Take the day off, just get the fuck out of my room. I hardly slept because I was jacking off to you two.”

“Well, he fucked me so well I slept straight through the night.”

“Get out,” Itachi growled. Sasuke smiled and left.

Kakashi was drying himself when Sasuke returned. “Itachi’s being a grump, but he gave us the day off to just go buy new clothes rather than let me riffle through his closet. Seems he overheard us last night and had to jack off a few times. He’s exhausted.”

“He’s not angry about it, is he?”

“Naw.” Sasuke was dressed in his pants and shirt, but only now decided to button his shirt and finish dressing. “Don’t take this the wrong way,” he said as he put on his clothes and Kakashi tied the towel around his waist and gathered his clothes, “but I know how much Itachi’s pension is; you have more than one suit?”

“No, only needed one for job interviews.”

“Then let me buy you a few nice ones. God owes us money.”

“I won’t say no to free stuff.”

“I’m glad you feel that way. Anytime I try to do anything for people, they think it’s just me throwing my money around. Let us spoil you a little; it makes me feel good.”

“Alright.” He couldn’t say no to this sexy little rich kid. Especially when Sasuke brightened. He really looked happy and that seemed to be a rare expression for that face.

Sasuke pulled him into a kiss.

Kakashi might have felt a little like a great lay who Sasuke wanted to pay by buying him these suits, but Sasuke would put his arms around him while they talked to the tailor and when he was trying the suits on, assessing Kakashi’s reflection with his cheek pressed into Kakashi’s arm or side. He felt like he was with a new, possessive boyfriend. And he loved it. Who wouldn’t love the attention?

Sasuke spent money like it was dirt and then took Kakashi to lunch; the bodyguards never too far away. Kakashi doubted Itachi would behave this way, but he was looking forward to seeing more of the brother’s differences.

But Kakashi still hadn’t seen Itachi yet and he wondered how he was taking the fact his new assistant and his little brother had spent the night together. He liked Sasuke, thought he was the most heavenly fuck ever, but he really wanted Itachi. And if Sasuke was right about Itachi’s prowess in the bedroom . . . Kakashi sprung a boner just thinking about it.

Sasuke and his bodyguards drove him home after lunch.

“I can have someone drive you to work if you want,” Sasuke said as he accompanied his new lover up to his apartment, helping carrying his new clothes which included shoes.

“No, that’s fine; I’ll continue to take the bus. Your company actually pays for the bus pass.”

Sasuke didn’t press the issue understanding that Kakashi didn’t want to feel like Sasuke was his sugar daddy or something.

Kakashi opened the door and stood aside for Sasuke to enter. It was a plain, but nice place; even Sasuke had to admit he would be content here. The living room was long and was forked at the end by a counter which divided the kitchen from the ‘dining room,’ which was just really a continuation of the living room with a table and one chair. Just beyond the table was a glass sliding door which opened up to a small balcony. The door to the bedroom was across from the beginning of the counter helping define the ‘rooms.’

The furniture was cheap and looked well used despite the fact Kakashi had just recently entered civilian life and left the barracks. Goodwill or some other thrift store no doubt. The sofa was against the right wall before the bedroom door and there was a modest size TV across from it, a small bookshelf near the TV and a small table with a Japanese Peace Lily on it. Sasuke wanted to offer new furniture, but was certain that would be crossing the line, be a little insulting.

Kakashi led him into the bedroom where Sasuke put the two boxes of new dress shoes on the bed—a twin. The whole place had a solitary air that Sasuke couldn’t quite define; it just looked like the apartment of a single man. The bed was centered against the wall opposite the wall with the door and flanked on either side with nightstands. Both had lamps, one had a small stack of books and the other had two framed pictures. One was of Kakashi with two men and a woman all in uniform, the other was an older picture, a man who was no doubt Kakashi’s father. The dresser was opposite the bed, centered between the door and the wall, putting it a bit off center from the bed. On top of that were several other pictures, most of them from Kakashi’s time in the military, but there was also one of someone Sasuke guessed was Kakashi’s mother.

Kakashi was hanging his new clothes in the closet next to the door to the bathroom and didn’t see Sasuke’s survey of the room. He turned and saw only saw Sasuke looking at the picture of his mother.

“I’m an orphan too,” Kakashi said. Sasuke turned to look at Kakashi, feeling a little guilty for snooping. “My mother died when I was four, my father when I six.”

“At least I was eight. I’m sorry.”

“Thank you. My sympathies for you as well; I didn’t say that last night. My father having been in the military and my insistence on joining as soon as I could, they used my father’s money, the little he left and the little I got as his orphan, to pay for military school. I haven’t been on my own until my discharge; alone, but not master of my own destiny. Honesty, I don’t like it, but it doesn’t really feel all that different.”

Sasuke put his arms around him. “You want to be taken care of? My brother and I will do that if you want. He’s protective and we’re both possessive.”

“I like the sound of that. Is your brother really okay with what we did last night?”

“Honestly, this is the first time we’ve shared someone we wanted to keep. It’s been a game with us in the past where we’ll see who can seduce a guy first, then the other will seduce him away, then we scare him away. We don’t want to scare you away. If he’s pissed or jealous, I’ll take the blame. Don’t worry about it. Worrying will get you nothing. Even if Itachi fires you, I’ll take you on.” Sasuke let him go and kissed Kakashi on the lips. “See you tomorrow.”

Kakashi walked Sasuke to the door where Sasuke gave him another brief kiss. Kakashi shut the door. Sasuke was right, there was no use worrying about Itachi’s reaction: he was either fucked or going to be fucked. And if Sasuke had his back then he would survive this.

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Sasuke was hanging out in the living room when Itachi came home and leaned over the back to talk to Itachi through the open doorway to the entrance hall. “Thanks, Aniki, for letting us have the day off.”

Itachi spoke as he took his coat off and deposited his laptop case on the floor. “I took care of most of the important issues that came to you; Kiba took care of the trivial. But you have a meeting with Sakura in the morning.”

Sasuke narrowed his eyes. “So Kakashi’s fears are correct: you are pissed about last night.”

Itachi chuckled as he came around entered the living room. “No. There’s an issue with some employees beneath you and you have to meet with HR, namely, Sakura. It has nothing to do with you being fucked senseless by the man of my dreams.”

Sasuke’s eyebrows shot up. “You serious?”

Itachi smiled softly. “Not sure yet.”

“He’s been good to me, but I think he thinks more about you. He was kind of scared you’d fire him. Or kill him. I told him you’d be fine with it and that you’d have sex with him in a day or so.”

Itachi sat down on the sofa next to his baby brother. “What do you think of him?” Itachi asked. “You’ve had sex with him and spent some time with him.”

“I like him. He’s great in bed. I went to his apartment to help carry the new suits. He’s an orphan too. Orphaned at six. I just want to take care of him really. He’s strong and independent, strikes me as kind of a loner, but he was raised in a military school then went into the military. I want to dote on him.”

“After hearing that, so do I. Did he say how he was orphaned?”

“His mother died first, then his father. His father was in the military, so maybe he died in combat. He didn’t say anything else about it.”

Itachi reached out and threaded his fingers in Sasuke’s hair then pulled him to him, stroking his hair in place of Kakashi’s. “No wonder his hair is white.”

“From the picture of his father, I think it’s naturally like that. The carpet does match the drapes.”

Itachi smiled. “We make quite a threesome with our black hair and his white.”

“I was thinking we’d make a good threesome because of the sex.”

Itachi ruffled his hair. “My darling, nympho, little brother.” He kissed his hair. “You’re not going to be horny tonight, are you?”

“No, I don’t think so. Kakashi pretty much fucked it all out of me for the next day. Why?”

“I don’t feel like sleeping alone, but I don’t want to have sex. Just keep me company for the rest of the night.”

Sasuke turned his head up, trying to look at Itachi’s face. “Hai. Is something wrong, Aniki?”

“I just felt lonely today.” Truth was he was lonely without his brother and Kakashi. And he was jealous. Sasuke looked happy this morning. Happy, awake, and mischievous. Sasuke was always a demon in the mornings. Some part of Itachi was afraid he was losing his little brother; not as a lover, but he was jealous. He also felt like he might have messed up by not being more forthright with Sasuke and Kakashi to begin with; he didn’t want to lose his chance with Kakashi. At least he could hold Sasuke like this for now.

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Kakashi sighed for the tenth time this morning just before he got off the elevator. Being so far up, the elevator was empty by this point, so he could sigh in privacy. He had to face Itachi this morning. And he was wearing one of the new suits Itachi’s money had bought. Fuck.

Iruka was sitting at his desk, but Naruto wasn’t. He still had six minutes.

“Is Itachi in yet?” Kakashi asked as he sat down.

“Nope. I heard Sasuke dragged you out yesterday because he’s taken a liking to ya.”

“Where did you hear that?” Kakashi was able to hide his discomfort.

“Itachi. He said Sasuke insisted taking you out.”

“He got me the foot in the door here.”

“You know him long?”

“No. We met at the gym and he offered me a better job than what I had.”

“Sasuke’s a good kid. But I would be careful about getting too close to him, though I think Sasuke’s over his wild days.”

“Wild days?”

“It’s no secret he used to party a lot. He’s calmed down since he became VP. It might also have been Itachi’s influence since he calmed a few weeks after he came back from overseas.”

“They seem very close.”

“Being orphans, they are very close. I think that’s why Sasuke went wild, because his brother left. Just don’t let Sasuke drag you into any bad habits.”

“I’ll try.”

Naruto ran out of the elevator and sat down, trying to look calm and like he’d been there for several minutes.

“Itachi’s not in yet,” Iruka said. Naruto relaxed.

Kakashi’s dread came back. He checked for messages, then took out the appointment book and checked it. First thing in the morning he was to go over the day’s appointments with Itachi and cancel the ones Itachi didn’t feel like having today.

Itachi finally slid out of the elevator, his little brother in tow. They split off to their respective offices.

“Ten minutes, Kakashi,” Itachi said with his smooth voice. He didn’t sound angry, but then again Kakashi didn’t really know Itachi’s moods. Sasuke was scowling on his way to his own office. Did they fight?

Kakashi studied the details of the meetings for five minutes, then just sat there staring at the appointment book or at the clock until time. He grabbed the book and went to the door to Itachi’s spacious office. He knocked and entered at the summons.

Itachi was at his desk. He gestured for Kakashi to sit across from him. Kakashi sat down, went into professional mode, and began the briefing in much the same way he used to report to his commanding officer. Itachi canceled two meetings and told him to schedule another.

Kakashi finished taking notes and hoped he’d be sent back outside, but Itachi smirked. “My brother has a big mouth. Does it bother you? Our relationship; not his talking after sex.”

The little joke did put Kakashi at ease. “No, it doesn’t bother me.”

Itachi’s eyes didn’t carry the smile that was on his lips; the thought that he was fucking his brother disturbed him and he wasn’t sure how this outsider could condone it. His expression softened. “I’m hoping you’ll come home with us tomorrow night. We have a talented chef and I’m sure the after dinner entertainment will be to your liking.” Itachi’s eyes were hot and the soft, sensual smirk was making Kakashi’s pants tight.

“Sounds great.”

“Have lunch with me today, eleven.”

“Yes.”

“See you then.”

Kakashi tried to leave without showing the tent in his pants.

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Fucking rich people. Really. Yesterday it was lunch at the most expensive hotel in the country, today it was a celebrity chef’s best restaurant. The fucking appetizer cost more than Kakashi usually spent on a day’s worth of meals. At least table manners were less strict in this day and age.

“Please, tell me something about yourself,” Itachi said. “My brother has a big mouth, but he’s not usually one to gossip about someone he cares about,” Itachi lied. “All he would say is that he enjoyed your company and that you’re an orphan like us.”

Kakashi nodded. “My father was a Navy Seal; my mother and I lived on base. She died when I was four. My father took care of me whenever he could, but left me with a comrade’s wife when he was away. He died two years later. I insisted on being sent to military school. They used my father’s pension to pay my way. I joined the Army Special Forces when I was eighteen.”

“I’m very sorry.” Itachi noticed that Kakashi hadn’t said how his parents died. Curious. He was also struck by the fact he entered the Army rather than the Navy like his father. “Sasuke and I always had each other. I blame myself for his wider days. I knew even then that I was abandoning him, but he insisted I achieve my dream of joining the Special Forces. All’s well that ends well though I think. You must also forgive my brother’s possessiveness and his desire to spend money on you. He didn’t have a lot of friends and he’d buy people gifts to make them like him or to make sure he kept them, buying their friendship in a way, though he didn’t see it that way.”

“It’s fine. In fact, it’s nice to be doted on. First time since I was orphaned. I can understand Sasuke’s feelings; I never had many friends either. Sometimes, when you’re lonely, you do whatever you can to ‘buy’ them.”

Itachi nodded. “Being wealthy—and an orphan—is isolating. Is it any wonder the two of us ended up as we did? We’ve always only had each other. Even when our parents were alive, they were so busy that Sasuke would go days without seeing them for more than a few minutes a day. I took it upon myself to show him the affection our parents were too busy to show him. But they did adore both us; they were just busy. I understood it then—even more now. I’ve been too busy to make any friends, but I don’t really have to make time for Sasuke. We both have doting natures. And we’re the only family we have since our grandfather died; we’re the last of the Uchiha. Have you no other family?”

“None. I haven’t made any friends since leaving the service either.”

“So, you’re alone in the world?”

“Yeah.”

“Like Sasuke and I.”

Their conversation went to less depressing topics for the rest of their lunch. Then Kakashi started and looked at his watch.

“You have a meeting in ten minutes.”

“Damn. I wish being the head of the company gave me more time.” He raised a hand for the waiter. “About how much, I can’t wait for the check.” The waiter named an amount that made Kakashi’s eyes go wide. Itachi pulled out well over that amount and handed it to the man. “Keep the change. Let’s go, Kakashi.”

The two men Itachi was to meet with were waiting in the area between the brother’s offices.

“Forgive me gentlemen, if not for my excellent new assistant, I would be late. If you’ll come this way.” Itachi ushered the two men into his office with a smirk at Kakashi.

Kakashi sat and checked his messages. He liked the system Itachi had set up; Naruto’s had been too inefficient. He wrote the perspective new appoints in pencil, the confirmed ones in red pen, and the ones which Itachi agreed to in the morning he highlighted. Everything in red pen went into the computer which updated Itachi’s schedule on his phone and computer, the highlighted ones stayed. Itachi would be busy well into next week.

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The next day—Friday—Sasuke saw Kakashi at his desk. Just the sight of him made him horny. He needed some relief. He leaned over Kiba’s shoulder. “Tired of licking your own balls, wolf boy?” he asked in a silken voice. “Log out your phone and tell Naruto we’re taking a meeting.”

Kiba sprung from his desk the moment Sasuke stepped back. He logged out the phone and gave the message to Naruto as any important callers would be prompted to transfer to Naruto’s phone. Then he went into Sasuke’s office.

Sasuke was unbuttoning his shirt; his jacket, tie, shoes, and pants were already off and carefully laid aside. Kiba did the same, neither of them wanting to look like they’d been fucking after they redressed. Sasuke slipped off his shirt and slid his boxers down then sat on his sofa, unabashedly naked and erect. Kiba was naked and on his knees within seconds of casting off his boxers.

They’d been doing this ever since Sasuke caught Kiba jerking off four months ago. They’d been working late, Kiba staying at his desk, not allowed to leave until Sasuke was finished smoothing over some kind FUBAR situation, but he had nothing to do in between a few calls and file fetching Sasuke had him do. And it was almost all over the phone; he only saw Sasuke when he was dropping off files during those few hours.

There was an internet block on porn—a very good one—and Kiba hadn’t figured out how to get around it. But there was no block on pictures of his sexy as hell boss. A Google Image Search and he had all the wanking material he needed. Sasuke’d done a photo shoot to go along with an article about him in GQ. His jacket hanging on a finger over his shoulder, his white button up shirt undone half way, giving a nice glimpse of his hairless chest . . . And those imperious, penetrating, black eyes.

Kiba was half way to completion when Sasuke—who had opened his door unintentionally silently—put his arms around his neck.

“Hmmm, like what you see?”

Kiba froze, scared stiff—or rather, scared limp.

“Hmmm, that was a good photo shoot, wasn’t it? Even my brother confessed to springing a tent. Want to see the real deal in person? I was intending to send you home, but maybe you’d like to rack up a bit more overtime?”

Kiba was still petrified, but the tone of Sasuke’s voice was bringing his erection back; Sasuke didn’t sound angry at all. The two of them fucked half the night and Kiba kept his job.

Now, Kiba was deepthroating Sasuke to completion. Sasuke cam against Kiba’s soft palate. The sounds Sasuke made had Kiba rock hard. Sasuke had left the lube on the table behind Kiba within reach. Kiba made sure Sasuke’s cock was clean before he pulled away to grab the lube and prepared his cock. Sasuke slid further down to give Kiba the access he needed. Kiba knew better than most that his boss was a sex addict and knew he didn’t need any preparation. He slid into the Uchiha’s body smoothly.

Sasuke was rather limber, spreading his thighs very wide to easily accommodate Kiba. Kiba played his hands down Sasuke’s chest as he fucked him. God, he loved fucking his boss. Sasuke liked to keep eye contact with the person fucking him, it was a turn on though it was also unsettling. It also established who was in control here.

Kiba slid his hands down to Sasuke’s upper thighs to hold his body closer as he fucked him deep. Sasuke cam again. He loved the fact Sasuke was so easy to bring off, it fed a man’s confidence even if he knew it wasn’t really his own skill doing it. He cam deep inside Sasuke. Kiba’s deflated manhood slipped from his body. He sat back on the floor to regain his breath.

“Does it excite you that I’ll be going through the rest of the day, dealing with people for the rest of the day, with your cum in my ass?”

Kiba swallowed. “Now that you mention it.” He noticed Sasuke was getting hard again. “I really can’t go another round, I jacked off in shower this morning and last night.”

“Thinking of me?”

“Yeah, I was.”

“You better clean up and get back to work then. Use my bathroom.”

“Thank you.” Kiba got up, gathered his clothes, and used Sasuke’s private bathroom.

Sasuke sighed. He’d gone two full days without sex and knowing that Kakashi and Itachi would be fucking like rabbits tonight was doing nothing to smother his libido. Kiba came out fully clothed. He was nearly to the door when Sasuke said, “Call Gaara in.”

“Yes, sir.”

“And maybe I should order you not to jack off.” Kiba looked scared, but excited by the prospect of a kinkier relationship with his sex-god boss. “Get back out there.”

Sasuke waited, slowly giving himself a handjob and lightly scratching a nipple. Gaara wasted no time coming to his charge. He came in alone and shut the door. “I brought Sai.”

Sasuke smiled and nodded. Gaara opened the door and gestured for the other pale brunette to come in as well. Of the three of them, Sasuke was the one with the greatest emotional range and the greatest ability to emote. There was a lusting in Gaara’s sociopathic eyes, but Sai had no emotion at all seeing his lovely boss and charge sitting there on the leather sofa naked and ready for him.

Sai and Gaara got started on their own clothes. Sai knew his place in this game between Sasuke and Gaara. Sasuke got on his knees on the sofa and Sai joined him. They made out while stroking each other’s cocks as a show for Gaara. He felt they looked very much alike and was aroused by the show. If he only knew the truth about Sasuke and his actual brother; Itachi didn’t like the crazy-eyed redhead though.

“Stand up,” Gaara instructed. They both obeyed. “Sai, put on a condom then get behind him and fuck him.”

Sai did so, pressing his latex-covered cock into Sasuke’s well lubed and well used hole. He held onto Sasuke as he fucked up into his body. Sasuke loved it. He loved being on display and having little control over what was happening. Being fucked by Sai was nothing more than foreplay to Gaara. Sasuke locked eyes with Gaara’s wide green ones. Sasuke came as Sai bombarded his prostate.

“Stop, Sai,” Gaara said. “Get on your knees, Sasuke. Sai, finish on his face.”

Sai rolled the condom off his cock and dropped it in Sasuke’s trash bin, then returned to jerk off on Sasuke’s face. Sasuke opened his lips and caught one shot in his mouth, the rest landed on his nose and cheek.

“Get out of here, Sai,” Gaara said.

Sai dressed, nodded in thanks to Sasuke, and left. Gaara came over and pulled Sasuke’s mouth over his cock. Sasuke sucked with all his skill, which was not inconsiderable. He looked up into those insane-looking eyes. Sasuke stopped, pulling his head from Gaara’s grasp.

“I need you inside me; I can’t cum from sucking you off.”

“You need to learn patience, Uchiha.” He pulled Sasuke onto him again. Sasuke let very few men take this kind of control of him: Gaara with his frightening eyes, his brother, the guy who introduced him to BDSM, and perhaps Kakashi if he was so inclined. Gaara cam in his mouth. Sasuke pulled away again, but this time it was to lick and suck at his balls.

Then his phone rang. Sasuke ignored it. A minute later there was a knocking at his door. “Stop fucking around, Sasuke, or I’ll call maintenance to open this door.”

“Hai, hai, Aniki. Ten more minutes, I promise.”

“Five. Get back to work.”

Sasuke smiled and did so, the work of getting Gaara hard enough to fuck him. Gaara hadn’t deflated too much and it was fast work to prepare him. Gaara moved Sasuke to his desk and entered him.

“I guess we don’t have much time,” Gaara said. He plunged in fast and hard. Sasuke was a groaning mess flung across his desk.

If the Uchiha brothers’ black eyes could be called devouring and disconcerting, Gaara’s were worse: bright green and large. The lack of eyebrows made him look downright insane as did the natural rings that made him look sleep-deprived. Sasuke was jelly under him. Sasuke cam loudly and still Gaara plowed him. Sasuke didn’t think he had another load in him, that he was finally used up, but Gaara got one last load from him as Gaara filled him.

They went over time. Sasuke was boneless across his desk and Gaara was leaning over him to catch his breath when the door opened and a very unhappy looking Itachi stood there, alone since he had a key and really didn’t need maintenance to open the door.

“I said get back to work, nymph.”

“You know I can’t work with a hard on,” Sasuke argued. “I will now, we’re done.”

“Foolish little brother,” Itachi mumbled as he left.

Kiba leaned back to see in the door and saw Sasuke still laying over the desk. He gave Gaara a thumbs up the door eased shut.

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Kakashi joined the brothers on their way down to the garage that afternoon. They left after Iruka, Naruto, and Kiba to keep the gossip to a minimum.

Itachi didn’t feel like he had the right to touch Kakashi at all yet, while his brother had clearly claimed that right, putting his arms around Kakashi’s right arm as they rode down the elevator.

“I’m glad you’re coming for dinner and all,” Sasuke said. “Choji’s a wonderful chef. He can make anything you want if you don’t like what he’s planned. I’m going to sleep early, right after dinner; I’ve had a long, exhausting day.”

“Did you ever actually do any work?” Itachi asked. Sasuke glared at him; Kakashi didn’t need to know just how much of a slut he still was. Yet. That wasn’t something he was planning on hiding from Kakashi, but it was too soon.

Kakashi just took it as brotherly banter. He’d been amused by the elder brother stalking across the office to his little brother’s office and barging in. From the way Kiba was smirking, he knew Sasuke was caught—literally—with his pants down. He could feel Sasuke turn to glare at his brother and knew that he was right. So it was brotherly banter with a thorn.

They piled into one of the limos and were driven to the Uchiha estate, Kakashi and Itachi in the back, Sasuke facing them. It was Friday and all three were thinking that this could be one very long weekend. They were all nervous, even Sasuke who wasn’t even a consideration for the night’s main event.

“Choji, our personal chef, went to school with Naruto, Sakura, Kiba and I, but he went straight to culinary school when he graduated. He worked for a bunch of restaurants and hotels, but he hated the pressure of a real kitchen. I invited him to become our personal chef and he jumped at the idea. He loves it. He cooks for the two of us, our body guards, the household staff, and sometimes the company.”

Sasuke was babbling; an unexpected nervous habit. He really wanted Kakashi and Itachi to get on well, especially since Itachi hinted that he might actually really love Kakashi. Sasuke liked Kakashi a lot and wouldn’t even mind if he and his brother became exclusive; though he hoped they’d be a permanent threesome.

Itachi wanted to lean against Kakashi’s arm, but he waited. Once dinner was over and they had time to themselves . . . He wondered how Sasuke had done it. He cursed himself for not asking. He longed to freely touch Kakashi like his brother did. Maybe he could grab a moment alone with his brother to ask.

Sasuke continued blabbering on about this and that until they arrived at the mansion. Once inside, Choji informed them of his menu and they all approved. Kakashi was encouraged: he didn’t trust a thin chef and this man wasn’t thin by any stretch of the imagination, though he wasn’t completely gone to fat. They sat in the living room to wait for dinner. Itachi and Kakashi weren’t trying to make conversation, so Sasuke let his nervous habit have free reign.

“Ino, Choji’s assistant, went to school with us too. As did Shikamaru, our . . . he really does a little of everything. Lazy ass, but a genius. You need a problem solved, you call Shika. I sort of arranged to hire most of my classmates with the economy being shit; I knew they’d have trouble finding jobs and I couldn’t just leave them hanging when I had a cushy job lined up and mostly in charge of a company. Luckily, they all have talents—well, some of them.”

Sasuke’s chatting did let all their nervousness drain away. Choji and Ino served them. Eating calmed them all down, though it took Itachi some time to develop an appetite sitting at the table with a man he might be having wild sex with all night—possibly all weekend. He really adored Kakashi. Taller than him, that hooded gray eye, the wild, naturally white hair, that body . . . He even liked the mystery of the eye patch. He wanted to tear that eye patch off and all his clothes and pull him on top of him while he lay on his back on the table and order Kakashi to fuck him. He was pretty sure that ordering would quickly turn to begging. He’d heard that lanky men like Kakashi had the best cocks: long and a perfect thickness. He wanted Kakashi bad. But he also didn’t want to screw this up.

He was aching for a real relationship. Itachi loved his brother, but he wanted something more normal and acceptable. He was haunted by the fact their relationship was unethical and illegal; he wanted to ease that burden. He would give up Sasuke for Kakashi and he was pretty sure Sasuke wouldn’t begrudge him that. He’d like to have them both, but he was willing to give up his illicit relationship with his brother. That was love indeed.

When dinner ended the trio wondered back into the living room. Sasuke said goodnight. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” he advised as he went up stairs.

“That doesn’t narrow down the list of possibilities,” Itachi said.

Sasuke stuck out his tongue at him and disappeared upstairs.

They were alone.

Fuck! Itachi forgot to corner Sasuke and ask him how he got Kakashi into bed. Usually, they had dinner or drinks—never in Itachi’s home—then a few suggestions and they got into bed and they fucked. He’d never brought someone home for dinner before. In fact, the brothers often used Sasuke’s party apartment or went to the other guy’s place with a body guard standing outside his door, though they did sometimes bring guys here. Itachi looked at Kakashi. God, he wanted him.

“Want a drink?”

Itachi was trying to hide his anxiety, but Kakashi could see it plainly. Kakashi was charmed by how vulnerable Itachi was now; he apparently left his tougher business persona at the office. Sasuke had known what he wanted and went for it. Itachi was nervous. Honestly, Kakashi was nervous too. Sasuke’s confidence had made it easy for Kakashi to take him, but he was more drawn to Itachi and didn’t want to do anything to drive him even a millimeter away.

“Whiskey.”

Itachi brought back a whiskey and an amaretto for himself. They sat on the sofa. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck . . . Itachi was panicking. Why was this so hard? They should be fucking by now. Wait, this is more than a fuck; you poured the alcohol, talk to him.

“How long have you been back? I don’t think I’ve asked you.” At least the amaretto helped calm his nerves.

“Seven months.”

“Ten months.”

“Forgive me, but you took over the top of the company rather quickly.”

“I was being groomed for years before I left. When I got home, Sasuke was already in training and he helped me catch up. He had no interest in taking the top job. I’ve had experience adapting quickly to a leadership role. I was an officer for six days. I had command for six days. I learned a lot really fast, how to lead. Then I was shot. I think my experience was valuable to this job.”

“What happened? Field promotion?”

“My commander was blown into five—identifiable—pieces and his second was hit in throat with shrapnel. I was kid. A kid who was just field promoted to command of a squad in the middle of the Iraqi desert with IEDs and gun-toting terrorist surrounding us and some guys who just wanted foreign powers out of their backyards pointing twenty year old AKs we gave them when we supported Saddam. I’m surprised I lived through it.”

“Which shot you: the terrorists or the farmer?”

“Terrorist. I grabbed . . . someone—I don’t even know who—and got him out of the line of fire. I got up and the bullet practically graced the entire length of my rifle before it hit me in the chest. The collar of my body armor had sagged. Someone tri—eventually dragged me off.” Itachi took a drink.

Kakashi’s eyes gleamed and smiled. “You didn’t let them drag you off. You stayed in command.”

“I didn’t mean to mention that.” Itachi looked at the floor. “Makes me sound like a braggart.”

“How many medals?”

Itachi sighed. “Two. Heart and a star. Someone else told Sasuke what happened and Sasuke told most people. I don’t like . . .”

“Sounding like a braggart.”

“I’d trade those medals for another year out there. I’m more proud that I took out two guys after I was shot. Adrenaline and . . . fury. I was pissed off. Not with my rifle; with a bullet in the chest I couldn’t hold a rifle; I used my side arm. I was coughing up blood before the chopper even took off to come get me.”

“Lose any of your men?”

Itachi smiled. “Not a one. Just me. It’s hard to exercise my arms and chest and I lose my breath easily; I can’t run for long.”

“Do you know whatever happened to your men?”

“One died later, two’ve come home and got in touch with me, thanked me. I offered them work in their areas if they needed it; one accepted, the other found something on his own. The rest I assume are still over there.”

Itachi knew better than to ask, he could tell all of Kakashi’s fellows were dead from the look in his eye. Kakashi was curious about his service, but obviously rather listen than tell his own story. Itachi was fine with that. Kakashi didn’t seem like he liked to talk about himself and his past. Itachi could see there was a lot of pain there. He could wait.

Kakashi was so ready to bed this beautiful creature. He took off his eye patch sort of as fair trade for Itachi’s story and as a subtle sign that he wanted to take off more.

Itachi hadn’t seen his naked eye before. The scar started about an inch over his eyebrow, went through his eyelid, and ended an inch and a half down his cheek. Itachi noticed the bump under the eyelid. As he was wondering about it, Kakashi opened his eye.

“I thought . . .”

“It’s glass. I like wearing the eye patch because it looks like I have a lazy eye without it and people tend to deduct about twenty IQ points when they see one. I use the eye to keep the muscles working. I never show it to anyone. Not even Sasuke; I kept my eye closed.”

Somehow, despite the slightly heavy nature of their conversation, it put Itachi at ease and let his flirtatious side come out. He smirked. “I now feel obliged to show you my war wound.”

Kakashi put down his whiskey, leaned toward Itachi, and put a hand to his cheek to guide them, and kissed him. Itachi relaxed and melted into the kiss, opening his lips for Kakashi to dive in. Kakashi threaded his fingers into Itachi’s long hair. Itachi pulled his legs under him and knelt there so he could be closer to him. Kakashi put his other hand on Itachi’s side to hold him there. He pulled the red tie from Itachi’s hair and combed it out with his fingers as he continued to kiss him.

Itachi was overwhelmed. He was certain he loved Kakashi. When their lips parted, Itachi wanted to say it, but he felt that it would be a too much too soon. The last thing he wanted was to scare Kakashi off.

Itachi put his arms around Kakashi’s shoulders and kissed him again, taking the lead and plundering his mouth. They were really getting into it when Itachi’s phone went off. Annoyed to no end, Itachi broke the kiss and answered his cell, falling back to sit. “What! . . . . . . . Call my brother . . . . Sasuke can handle it . . .” He stood in frustration. “If he can’t, I’ll deal with it in the morning . . . .” Itachi rolled his eyes as he listened a little longer then used that wonderful little feature on his phone to transfer the call directly to Sasuke’s cell. He tossed the phone onto the sofa and turned back to Kakashi. Kakashi stood up and pulled him back into a kiss, putting his arms tightly around Itachi’s lithe waist.

Sasuke came down the stairs. “Go upstairs already,” Sasuke said seeing them. “I’m taking Gaara and Ebisu.” Sasuke was out the door within a moment, never hesitating even at seeing them kissing.

“Perhaps Sasuke’s right.” Itachi turned and led Kakashi upstairs and to the same room Sasuke took him to. Itachi hesitated and continued to another room. “That’s the room we just use for sex,” Itachi explained without looking back at Kakashi. “Neither of us like bringing strangers to our bedrooms and that way we don’t have to decide whose room to use.” Itachi blushed as opened the door to his bedroom, still uncomfortable with someone else knowing about his incestuous relationship with his brother and uncomfortable just with the fact he has an incestuous relationship with his brother.

“Then why not use that room?”

“Because you’re not just some stranger here for a lay. I don’t think Sasuke thought of you like that, it’s just what we normally do. I don’t normally bring people home anyway.”

Kakashi liked hearing that. He followed Itachi into his real bedroom. Unlike the other, there was personality in here. Pictures from the military—Itachi was rather sexy in those desert fatigues—pictures of Sasuke all through his life, a family picture with both brothers and their parents. There was a desk waiting for a laptop to be hooked up and a Baltimore Raven’s flag on the wall above it signed by the entire team (Kakashi wouldn’t be surprised if Itachi got VIP box seats all season). The bed was very much like the one in the ‘sex room,’ a four poster, but this one was smaller, but larger than Kakashi’s lonely twin.

All in all, Kakashi liked this room; there was a classy sophistication as well as some more manly elements. And it breathed wealth. The black carpet was plush, the dark drapes heavy, the walls dark green with dark wood wainscoting, and a small fucking chandelier hanging from the ceiling. Kakashi inwardly sighed. Rich, rich, rich. Not that he was complaining . . . But, god, a chandelier in a bedroom! Kakashi had mismatched lamps from Goodwill!

Itachi was too concerned trying to unbutton his shirt to notice Kakashi’s examination of the room. He didn’t want to look at Kakashi, didn’t want him to see just how nervous he still was, how much his hands were shaking. You’re not a fucking virgin! Itachi berated himself. He was used to being an absolute slut, stripping a guy and sucking him off before he even had half his clothes off. He even fucked his own little brother for the first time with less nervousness than this. Of course, Sasuke being a sexy little slut helped.

Kakashi decided to help the nervous Uchiha out: he came up behind him and pressed his cheek against Itachi’s. Itachi could feel his erection against his ass. Kakashi put his arms around him and took over the job of unbuttoning the younger man’s shirt. The feel of Kakashi’s warm, solid body around his did make Itachi calmer. He settled back into Kakashi’s body. Kakashi took the opportunity to smell Itachi’s long, silken hair. Kakashi pulled his undershirt out of Itachi’s belt and caressed the skin underneath.

Kakashi pulled away to pull Itachi’s shirt off his shoulders and his under shirt over his head. He was immediately back on the lithe body once the offending clothing was gone. Kakashi ran his hands all over Itachi’s chest and abdomen. He felt Itachi shiver when he touched his nipples. Kakashi smiled; he loved it when his lover was sensitive. He continued to tease Itachi’s left nipple while he moved his right hand to cup Itachi’s crotch. Itachi put his hands over Kakashi’s and enjoyed it.

Kakashi couldn’t get over the change in Itachi. From a prim, proper, hard ass businessman to a nervous, melting little sex kitten. Itachi took his hands away to undo his belt, his trembling hands having stilled. His pants and boxers fell off over his narrow hips as soon as the belt loosened.

They were both running out of patience. Kakashi practically dragged Itachi to the bed and laid him out. Kakashi took care of his own clothes much more quickly than he stripped Itachi. Itachi let his eyes fall to Kakashi’s cock once his boxers slipped off. The rumors about lanky men were true. God, he was long; Itachi estimated he was a good ten inches and a nice thickness that might sting a bit. Itachi started salivating despite himself and his nine inches were fully erect. He really wanted to feel Kakashi inside him.

Kakashi was appreciating Itachi’s body as well. His body was still well muscled from the military just as Kakashi’s was, but Itachi was even leaner. His nipples stood out red and erect from his hairless chest, every rib and muscle stood out, but not in a sickly way. Even after military service, he was still so pale. Itachi may have been a military badass, but he was probably slathering sunscreen on every day. Kakashi was glad. He’d remained pale himself, but he’d already felt just how much softer Itachi’s skin was than his own.

And there was the scar. It wasn’t just a bullet hole, the doctors had cut a slit through it to get inside and repair internal damage. Itachi wasn’t self conscious about the scar, but he could feel Kakashi looking at it. Kakashi leaned in and licked at the silken scar tissue and then teased it like it was a third nipple. No one had ever paid it so much attention before and it felt wonderful.

Itachi played with Kakashi’s hair with one hand and rubbed Kakashi’s upper arm with the other. Kakashi held himself up with one hand and used the other to feel Itachi’s sizable cock.

Then Itachi couldn’t take it anymore. “Fuck me, Kakashi. I want to feel you deep inside me.”

Who was he to defy his boss? “Got anything to use as lube?”

“Fuck.” He threw his arms back on the pillow. “Where’s Sasuke when I need him?”

Kakashi chuckled as Itachi sat up to go into the ‘sex room’ to fetch the lube. But Itachi stopped. The lube was sitting on Itachi’s night stand with a post-it note on it with a smiley face drawn on it.

“That little bastard,” Itachi said affectionately. He laid back down under Kakashi, giving the tube to him.

“It surprises me how much he wants us to be together,” Kakashi said.

“Little matchmaker.” Itachi spread his legs; he was done with talking.

“I’m thankful.” Kakashi scooted down and took Itachi’s cock in his mouth. He tasted good and felt even better in mouth than Sasuke’s did.

Itachi sighed and gave a small moan. “Kakashi.” Kakashi loved that sigh. “Fuck,” he sighed with a swirl of Kakashi’s tongue.

Kakashi moved his lubed fingers to Itachi’s ass. As soon as those slick fingers touched him, Itachi spread his legs further and rolled his hips up. Two fingers fit easily, but the third took a little coaxing. Kakashi couldn’t wait any longer and rose to mount the elder Uchiha. Itachi snatched one of the pillows to stuff under his own hips, giving Kakashi great access. Kakashi slid in slowly, feeling that tight hole give and envelop him. Itachi groaned, but not in pain, though there was a slight sting at Kakashi size. Kakashi continued in until he was balls deep inside the raven.

“Gah. So fucking deep. So full.”

“You feel amazing, Itachi.” And it was true. Sasuke couldn’t compare. Itachi’s body gripped him as if afraid of him pulling out.

“Fuck me, please.”

“As ordered,” Kakashi said.

He started out slow until he was certain Itachi was used to his size and then he sped up. It felt like Itachi’s insides were stroking him as he moved within him. Itachi’s body was so tight and silken and hot. He pushed in a little further, pressing his body flush with Itachi’s and angled up where Itachi’s sweet stop should be.

“Fuck!” Itachi cried out when Kakashi hit his prostate. Having found it, Kakashi repeatedly hit it. “Harder. Fuck!”

Kakashi smiled and laid over him to fuck Itachi as hard and fast as possible. He grabbed the backs of both of Itachi’s theighs to push up to give Kakashi the proper angle. And get deeper.

Kakashi held off on talking, afraid to offend the raven and Itachi didn’t want to sound like a slut. It was so much harder when he wanted to keep someone and he wanted to keep Kakashi. Itachi gripped the white hair tightly as Kakashi plowed into him. He twisted his hips against the assault to vary the sensation.

Kakashi slowed down to kiss him and stroke his erection, letting Itachi’s legs fall back to the bed around him. It went from fucking to love making very suddenly. Itachi accepted it and kissed back. Kakashi then pecked his way across Itachi’s cheek to his neck. He didn’t bite, just kissed and licked. Itachi just panted as Kakashi’s hips continued to move slowly. He wanted to say it, say those three words, but he wouldn’t let it out.

Itachi squirmed at a particular stroke of Kakashi’s fingers on his erection. Kakashi teased that spot as he continued to bump against his prostate. He couldn’t wait to see and hear Itachi cum. Itachi had been shedding that calm, dominate, business persona and was a panting mess right now, but Kakashi wanted to see it totally break down in ecstasy. He wished he was flexible enough to give Itachi head while fucking him. But he was making headway as it was; Itachi was panting and Kakashi could feel his ab muscles clinching.

Just a few more thrusts against that bundle of nerves and Itachi cam, splashing his seed on Kakashi’s stomach, throwing his head back, making his back arch, and he cried out. Kakashi watched closely, loving the sight. The clinching of Itachi’s body around him along with that sight and that cry made Kakashi cum deep inside the raven.

Kakashi kept himself from collapsing on Itachi’s lithe body. He brought his knees up to support his body over Itachi’s and kissed him. Itachi kissed back lazily. Kakashi brought up a hand to caress Itachi’s cheek and hair. Kakashi trailed kisses across Itachi’s left cheekbone.

“I love you, Itachi,” Kakashi whispered right next to his ear.

Itachi stopped breathing for a second. Kakashi noticed, but before he could worry about it, Itachi took a breath and said. “I love you. It was love at first sight at that diner. My bloody little brother found you first.”

“I’m glad one of you found me. I didn’t know how or if I should look for you. I was just a restaurant greeter who’d gotten a glimpse of the most gorgeous creature I’ve even seen.”

“We agreed we’d find you; we’d look for you everywhere. Our family’s always been hunters.”

“I’m grateful. I’ll make sure you never regret this prey.”

“Sasuke would murder you.”

“Hmmm.” Kakashi hummed against Itachi’s neck.

Itachi reached between their bodies and pulled at Kakashi’s lubed cock.

“You’re staying, right?”

“Yes. As long as you want.”

Itachi smiled. “I think it may be a little soon for you to be moving in.”

“Maybe.”

“I want you again.”

“Your brother promised me you’d be the one fucking the hell out of me.”

“Tomorrow; I think it’s a bit early for something like that. Fuck me now and I’ll promise you I’ll give you the full treatment tomorrow night.”

“Sounds good. I’ll hold you to that.”

Kakashi kissed him while Itachi handled his hardening cock. Itachi shook his lips away. “I’m open and ready for you.”

“I’ve never enjoyed kissing anyone this much.”

“You’re a great kisser, but there’s something you’re better at.”

“Someone you want killed?”

Itachi smiled. “Maybe later. Right now I” tug “want” tug “something” tug “else” tug.

Kakashi growled. Itachi withered under that hooded grey eye. He wondered how many Afghanis were cowed by those eyes. He was a little jealous that had seen both eyes. Kakashi kept his glass eye closed now. Itachi thought about it a second and thought that eye falling out during sex would just ruin the mood. He smiled, repressing a laugh and spread his legs, forcing Kakashi to move his legs from outside his legs to inside.

“Don’t make me pull rank on you,” Itachi growled.

Kakashi hummed. “That sounds appealing.” But he pulled his hips back, pulling his cock out of Itachi’s hands and moved to enter him again. Kakashi was convinced Itachi felt better the second time.

“Fuck, Itachi,” Kakashi moaned. “Be careful or I’ll become addicted to you.”

“Do. I intend to keep you.”

Itachi purposely tightened up as Kakashi pulled out and loosened up as Kakashi thrust in as if he wanted to keep Kakashi inside. He loved it, it was like Itachi’s body was sucking him in.

Having already cum once, they both took it slow, exploring each other’s bodies with their hands and lips even as Kakashi made love to Itachi. Itachi started to get bitty as he neared orgasm. Kakashi captured Itachi’s lips as he got closer as well. When Itachi cam, his mouth went slack; Kakashi didn’t stop kissing him, sucking on his loose lips. Kakashi continued to fuck Itachi’s loosened body for another minute before he unloaded inside Itachi. By that time Itachi was already deep in post-coital bliss, practically out.

Itachi turned and Kakashi moved behind him to spoon him. He took a deep breathe through Itachi long black hair. “I love you.”

“I love you,” Itachi answered sleepily. He drifted off to sleep feeling warm and safe in bed with someone for the first time.

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The murder plot is coming eventually; bear with me on that. ^_^ Oh, and we’ll just ignore the military dress code with Itachi’s long hair. It grows really, really fast. ¬_¬