Bits and Pieces: Naruto

Title: Meeting My Brothers Lover

Fandom: Naruto

Chapter/Part: 3

Characters: Sasuke, Itachi, Kisame

Word count: 4,856

AU: So…I’m done with this! Y!Gallery, my dear peeps, the first part of this last section and the second part are separated for a good reason. Sakura pops up. Without me meaning to. *shrugs and smiles* Sorry. So, you don’t HAVE to read the first part, but you can if you want. *smiles*

 

Total Word count for this story: 11,908 words

 

I be smug nows?

 

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He was staring at the one person he didn’t want to see at the moment, back pack sitting by his feet from where he had dropped it after opening his front door. Sakura was perched on a seat, looking happy as she played with the hem of her skirt.

 

“Sasuke-kun, welcome home,” Sakura chirped, eyes bright as he bent over to pick up his bag.

 

“What are you doing here? Don’t you have work or something?” he asked, closing the door behind him before dropping down onto his computer chair. He watched her closely, dark eyes glinting with his displeasure. Sasuke idly wondered where Itachi and Kisame were, since he knew that they were usually screwing each other at the time of day, or were just finishing.

 

“I came here to talk with you, Sasuke-kun. Now, I know you were upset, but I forgive you for it all. We should forget all about it and move on, get engaged and start planning our wedding,” she said, standing up with a brighter smile before frowning as he started to sputter nad turn red around his cheeks.

 

Kisame and Itachi chose that moment to walk in, bags in hand. Sasuke sent them a pleading look, making his brother eye Sakura closely.

 

“I could have sworn that I locked the door behind us,” Kisame drawled slowly.

 

“I have a key,” Sakura replied, glaring at the two men.

 

“I knew I should have changed the locks,” Sasuke moaned, shaking his head with a frown. “Itachi, Kisame, this is Sakura Haruno, my ex. She was just telling me she was going to forgive me and that we needed to start planning our wedding,” he continued.

 

“I thought she broke up with you,” Itachi said, closing the door as he younger brother nodded. “I see. I’m sorry we weren’t here to stop her from coming in. We ran out of lubricant earlier this morning,” he told Sasuke, who blushed ever so slightly.

 

“Ah, I was wondering where you two were,” Sasuke said, shaking his head with a roll of his eyes. “You two fuck more then Naruto and Neji, I swear,” he teased. Sakuras face screwed up, the obvious disgust on her face making Sasuke blink.

 

“So who are you two to Sasuke-kun?” Sakura asked, smoothing her shirt down, making said male wonder just who she was trying to impress with her cleavage.

 

“I’m Itachi, his older brother. Kisame is my lover,” Itachi drawled. The three men could nearly hear her thoughts scramble around to figure out how to get the new situation to work to her advantage. “Ah, Sasuke, do you want sushi tonight?”

 

“Sasuke-kun doesn’t like sushi,” Sakura snapped, Kisame snorting as he moved towards the kitchen.

 

“No, I hate store bought sushi. I prefer freshly made sushi or sushi from a favored restaurant,” Sasuke drawled, pulling out a menu and writing down his order. “As to us getting back together? Not in this life time. So leave your keys and leave please,” he stated as he handed over his order to Itachi, who disappeared into the kitchen with his lover.

 

“But, Sasuke-kun…” Sakura sputtered, Sasuke raising an eyebrow at her.

 

“Goodbye, Sakura,” the young Uchiha drawled, the green eyed woman setting her face into a stubborn stare.

 

“Then I want to get everything I own from our apartment,” she said, hoping to use the time to her advantage to get Sasuke to let her stay.

 

“Fine. Just don’t expect me or my guests to help,” Sasuke drawled, standing up and moving to the coffee table, bag in hand. Opening his bag, he pulled out several notebooks, a couple of thick books and a pen case, laying them out on the table. Sakura watched as Kisame came out of the kitchen and leant against the doorway, watching Sasukes backside. Narrowing her eyes, she wondered just what was going on between the three males.

 

“I’ll just do that now,” she said, moving to the bedroom. Pausing in the doorway, Sakura looked around, searching for clues as to what was going on between the three men. Stepping into the room, she aimed for the closet first, gathering her suitcase and opening it up. Gathering her clothes, which had been moved to the back area, leaving them to be squished and wrinkled. Scowling, she packed them away quickly before finding her shoe container and dragged it and the suitcase out into the bedroom.

 

Going to the dresser, she took the chance to shift through the drawers, finding her things shoved into the bottom drawer. Once that was done, Sakura opened the side table drawer and frowned at the sight of a box of condoms, ones that she hated, and a used bottle of lube. Snarling, she grabbed the box and popped the top open, and found that there were nearly half missing from the box.

 

“Sakura, what are you doing with my condom box?” Sasuke asked from the doorway, raising an eyebrow at her as she jerked around, eyes wide.

 

“I…who have you been fucking and for how long?” she asked, nearly snarling as she held up the box.

 

“I slept with Neji and Naruto, once, last week before Itachi and Kisame came around,” was the cool reply as he strode over to her and snatched the box from her.

 

“Ah, we forgot to tell you, Sasuke, that we stole some of your condoms. Not that we use them all the time,” Itachi drawled from the doorway, smirking at the girl. “Can you please finish getting your things? Our dinner has arrived and you’re not going to hold us up in eating it,” he stated. Sasuke snickered as he put the condom box away and sealed the suitcase before pushing it into Sakuras arms.

 

“I hope you got everything. If not, don’t come back. Send Ino. I can actually stand her,” he told her, poking her into the living room. Once he got her to the door, he smirked and said, “Goodbye, Sakura,” before closing the door in her surprised face.

 

“How did you deal with her for so many months?” Kisame asked as he dug around the delivery bag, three plates and chop sticks set before him.

 

“I have no idea,’ Sasuke snorted, dropping down into a seat. “I think it was more of me just wanting someone in the house.”

 

“Sounds about right with you,” Itachi said, taking his plate from his lover with a nod. “At least you were able to get her out for good.”

 

“So, Sasuke, done your research there?” Kisame asked, handing the younger Uchiha his own plate. Sasuke looked at the large man as he took the plate and snapped his chopsticks. He could remember what had sent him to researching various mythological creatures, finally resorting to borrowing several books from Itachi. To walk in on the brother that you loved and lusted after for so many years and his lover in the middle of sex with said lovers teeth buried in his partners neck was startling. What was even more startling was the fact that Kisame hadn’t just been biting Itachi, but had been drinking his blood.

 

After he had been calmed down, Sasuke had been told about the hidden world that included creatures that were thought myths. Kisame had convinced him to think about things and research them while Itachi had given him a list of web sties to go to get even more information. When he had learned that Kisame was a rare creature, the very one that vampires and sex demons descended from, a lot of things clicked.

 

While he didn’t burn in the light, the giant was just as easily burnt as the brothers and wore glasses anytime he went out with Itachi during the day. Granted, he didn’t need to feed his need for blood every day, but he needed to have sex at the least once a day. Though the two, being who they were, didn’t just have sex once a day, but as often as possible.

 

Sighing lowly, Sasuke ate a piece of his sushi and stared at the demon, wondering where people got demons being man eating creatures from the lowest pits of hell from. He had decided that the man wasn’t any danger to his brother, especially with the way he doted on Itachi.

”Sometimes, I wonder if I’ll ever have what you two have,” Sasuke mourned, poking at a piece of fish.

 

“Where did this come from?” Kisame asked around his dango stick.

 

“Just thinking, that’s all,” Sasuke stated, waving his chopsticks at the giant.

 

“You didn’t answer his question,” Itachi said from his perch on his arm chair.

 

“I’ve read it and decided that I could care less what he is as long as he doesn’t hurt you,” Sasuke stated, eyeing his brothers lover with a dark glint in his eyes. “Otherwise, I’m going to defang him in a most painful way.”

 

“I can’t, I promise,” Kisame replied, smiling lightly at the threat, knowing that Sasuke would happily go through with it. Itachis lips quirked upwards as he ate another piece of sushi, letting the two figure out where they stood without his interference. It was looking as if their plans were going through perfectly.

 

“So, what are you planning on doing for your newest project?” Itachi asked, going through the text books.

 

“Going to watch several stocks, do research on the companies and report on how they fluctuate for the next two months,” Sasuke replied. “It’s my last project for one of my classes. The other two have no last projects outside of the semester long projects,” he continued, pointing to the other rather large piles of note books that stood on the computer desk.

 

“Sounds like the last couple of months will be interesting,” Itachi mused.

 

“Oh yeah, so damn interesting,” Sasuke snorted, shaking his head as he finished his dinner. Standing up, he placed his plate in the kitchen before sitting in front of the coffee table, readying himself to start the much needed research. Itachi sat on the couch behind him as Kisame sprawled out on the armchair, both waiting for the right time to make their move.

 

Kisame could feel his teeth itch at the thought of getting the two Uchihas in his bed finally. Itachi looked over at his lover with a knowing look in his eyes as he occasionally reached out and stroked his fingers through Sasukes hair. Sasuke leant back into the touches as he took notes and planned on what he was going to do for his final project, eyes narrowing every so often, his brother finally handing him his glasses.

 

After a couple of hours of filling in page after page of his note books with notes, Sasuke sat back and rubbed at his shoulders with a low groan. Itachi looked up from his business magazine and Kisame from a mystery novel, at the sound, eyebrows raised in curiosity.

 

“Done for the night?’ Itachi asked as he put his magazine away, leaning forward as Sasuke stretched his arms over his head, back arching.

 

“Yeah, my back is killing me from all of this slouching,” Sasuke replied, standing up to continue working at the kinks in his body, much to the appreciation of the two watching him.

 

“Kisame can probably help you with that,” Itachi said as his brother started to gather the notebooks and papers together. He watched in amusement as Sasuke dropped everything with a flutter and a thump.

 

“What now?” Sasuke asked, voice strangled as he whipped around, eyes wide behind his glasses.

 

 Rolling his eyes, Itachi smirked and leant back as he said again, “Kisame can probably help you with that.” Sasuke blinked and tipped his head to the side. “He has very nimble hands that can help with the knots in your back.”

 

“I don’t mind helping you. It’s killing me to see you all tense and grump from all of the work you’ve been doing,” Kisame drawled, marking his place before setting it aside.

 

“Why would you offer to do this?” Sasuke asked, obviously flustered as he gathered his work back up, putting them away in his bag once more. Kisame shrugged as he smiled and leant forward, dark eyes watching Sasuke as he blushed and moved around in his flustered state.

”Because you’re stressed and need to relax, so why not?” Kisame drawled, watching Sasuke stare at him. Finally the younger Uchiha sighed and nodded, lips twitching upwards, making the giant male smile broadly as he bounce up and off his chair. “Great. Take a hot shower, scrub down and get into something comfortable without a shirt.” Nodding his head, Sasuke headed into his bedroom, Kisame and Itachi watching.

 

“So, am I drawing him in alone this first time?” Kisame asked the moment the sound of the shower filtered out to them.

 

“Yes. As much as I want to pounce him, it would be best this time,” Itachi hummed. Looking to his lover, he smiled at the love that swirled with the growing lust and reached out to brush his fingers over one cheek. “Sooth his fears about us. Tell him that we want him as our permanent third, my love.”

 

“I will if they come up and even if they don’t I will,” Kisame promised, pressing a kiss to his lovers cheek before standing. “I need to set everything up in the bedroom. What are you goin’ to do?”

 

“I’m going to finish my magazine and then check on my e-mails so that I can clear them out again. I also want to see if the realtor has sent me a reply about that home we saw a couple of days ago,” Itachi replied. “Remember what he likes and doesn’t like.

 

“I remember. I think I know what he likes and doesn’t like about as well as I know yours,” the large man drawled, heading towards their bedroom to gather what he needed. Itachi smiled and opened his magazine once more.

 

Kisame dug around their toy bag, finding the massage oil that he wanted, along with the warmer. Gathering a few of the aromatherapy candles that they used when Kisame spoiled his lover after a long night. Looking around to see if there was anything else he wanted to bring with him, the man smirked and walked to Sasukes room. Closing the door behind him, he started to set up things, putting the oil and warmer on the side table, plugging it in. Letting the oil warm, he lit the candles and placed them on the dresser.

 

Looking to the bathroom door that stood partially open and felt his fangs itch again, Kisame quickly went back to setting up the room. Making sure that the thick curtains were closed, he pulled the blankets down on the bed before laying a plush towel don onto the bed. Not pausing as he heard the shower turn off, he continued to set up the bed.

 

“Go ahead and lay down on the bed, get comfortable,” he said at the sound of footsteps that whispered and the light switch flipped off.

 

“Alright,” Sasuke hummed, blinking in the low light as the scent of apples coiled around them. Kisame looked up, eyes drawing over the pale skin that was just a bit darker then his brothers’ skin tone, smirking at the goose bumps that ran across it. The younger Uchiha blushed and moved to the bed, crawling onto it and laid out on the towel, resting his head on one pillow.

 

Humming lowly, Kisame grabbed the now warm bottle of massage oil before getting onto the bed, straddling Sasukes hips. Blushing, the dark haired male curled his arms up at under his pillow, enjoying the solid weight of the larger man on his hips.

 

Shifting, Kisame poured a bit of the oil onto his hand, testing the thickness and warmth of it. Smiling, he poured a long line up and down Sasukes back before putting the bottle to the side. Sliding his hands over the oil, Kisame spread it out, very slowly working it out towards Sasukes ribs, adding a bit of pressure. Slowly working his hands up and down the lean back, the demon had to smile at the various levels of moans as he hit the right spots. Working out the kinks, Kisame had to purr, the sound rumbling in his chest, as Sasuke melted under his fingers, looking content with his eyes half closed and cheeks flushed.

 

“Enjoying yourself?” Kisame rumbled, leaning over the lanky body as his hands rested on lean hips. Sasuke hummed in reply, body shifting under the larger one in an attempt to get the man to move in some way. Sighing as the man’s thumbs moved, the young Uchiha wiggled his in his contentment, feeling Kisames chuckle rumble through him. “You didn’t answer my question, sweet thing.”

 

“I am,” Sasuke replied, opening his eyes a bit more, gazing up at the other male with curious and wary eyes. Kisame leant down and brushed his lips over one high cheek bone, smiling at the flush that spread over it.

 

“I bet you’re wondering why I’m doing this, why Itachi is so touchy with you lately,” he rumbled, Sasukes eyes going half lidded as he nodded. Kisame rubbed his still oil slick hands over the skin he could reach, keeping the lean male calm under him as he smiled, brushing his lips over the lean jaw. “We’re doing what we’re doing because we want you to be our third, our final piece. As a demon, I would have taken several lovers and concubines, but since meeting you and Itachi, I have wanted no others.”

 

“What would I be to you two?” Sasuke asked, lifting his head up from the bed to look at Kisame with cool eyes. The man knew that look, having seen it in Itachis eyes when he was feeling out a situation. He knew how to sooth the look in Itachis and hoped that he knew how to do the same with Sasuke.

 

“We want you to be ours and ours alone. Our mate, our lover, our precious third,” Kisame stated, locking eyes with the young man under him. His hands rested on the young Uchihas hips, rubbing the curve of them again. “We want you to move in with us and sleep with us every night. We want you to scream our names and to feed my lusts. Would you want that with us?”

 

Flipping over, Kisames hands sliding over his skin, Sasuke settled on his back, gazing up at the larger man. Reaching up with one hand, he stroked over an arched eyebrow, just touching the man as he thought over it.

 

“And if it doesn’t work out?” Sasuke asked finally, Kisame leaning into the touch.

 

“Then we’ll stay friends and support any decision you make, despite how much we pout,” was the reply, making Sasuke smile slightly.

 

“Then yes, I would like to be your third,” he hummed, getting a toothy smile from Kisame as the slick hands slid down and behind, grabbing Sasukes ass.

 

“Good,” Kisame growled, smirking as the younger male jumped at the sudden move. Leaning down, the large man brushed their lips together, just teasing the both of them with the promise of a kiss, gaining a low moan from Sasuke. Long fingered hands threaded into dark blue locks, tugging in a pleading manner as long legs rubbed together. Smirking, the demon settled his lips over full ones, sliding his tongue over the bottom one.

 

Kisame had to wonder just how it could be that lips that looked so thin and hard were so pliant and soft and sweet under his own. Groaning, he dipped his tongue past the yielding lips, sliding it over the top of Sasukes mouth before playing with the slick muscle that returned the movements with just as much eagerness as Kisame showed.

 

They soon settled into a slow kiss as Kisame slid his hands up and over the soft skin, working Sasukes pants down. Breaking the kiss, he chuckled lowly at the glazed eyes, flushed cheeks and kiss swollen lips before moving lower so he could draw Sasukes pants off, tossing them to the side. Picking up one foot, he poured a small dollop of the warm oil, placing the bottle into the warmner again, and started to massage the lean body again. Stroking and pressing, finding spots that made Sasuke moan and his cock twitch, remembering the few times that the smaller mans lovers had spoiled him rotten and found the spots before.

 

Kisame made sure that Sasuke would never remember any of those past lovers, his hands sliding up long legs and lean hips.

 

Leaning forward as one hand slid over where groin, hip and thigh met, Kisame barely brushed his fingers over the younger mans balls as his lips swallowed the groan of delight. Feeling Sasukes legs open and shift to rest on either side of Kisames hips, soft skin rubbing against his sides, he kissed Sasuke deeply once more. Reaching down, he stroked his fingers down and towards the twitching entrance, just barely stroking over it. Lean hips arched up into the stroking fingers as the muscles twitched under them, relaxing and fluttering. He licked his lips as he pulled away, gazing at the dazed expression on Sasukes faces, hand leaving the ring of muscle he had been teasing. Grabbing the oil once more, he smirked as he sat up on his knees and shook the bottle, one hand sliding up a lean thigh.

 

“Me and ‘Tachi love this particular oil. I bet you’re wondering why to,” Kisame purred as he popped the top and slicked his fingers. “Not only does it not dry easily or get overly sticky but it’s also a specialized lube that’s well worth the money spent,” he continued. Sasuke shivered and bit at his bottom lip, the voice that was pure sin that dripped with promise from every word.

 

“Good stuff then,” he finally breathed out, eyes glazed over as he shifted a bit, leg held firmly in one large hand as the other once more moved to tease his entrance. Arching his hips upwards, he pressed into the touches, feeling his body ache for more. “Please,” he groaned, soft sounds escaping him, sending heat rushing through Kisames body.

 

Growling, his fangs dropping, Kisame slipped a finger into the willing body, watching it arch as a gasping groan echoed past kiss flushed lips. Smirking as he slowly withdrew the finger, curling it so that he teased the nerves, the large man shifted, his cock twitching with the sounds that escaped his smaller lover.

 

Working his finger in and out, Sasukes body tensing, relaxing and wiggling with the movements, Kisame slid another finger into the loosening ring of muscle. Pausing to allow Sasuke the time to get used to the invasion, Kisame licked at his teeth as the lean body relaxed and hips rolled down into the fingers with a sweet mewl escaping. Pumping his fingers a few times, he spread them open, making sure that he teased all possible nerves. The reactions he was getting made the man want to bury himself in the tight body, but he held the urge off as he worked a third finger into the clenching entrance.

 

Deeming it the right moment, Kisame stroked his fingers over Sasukes sweet spot, sending heat rushing through the sweet body, the pale skin flushing under the assault. The sounds that the Uchiha made slowly got to the larger man, driving him to work his fingers faster in and out of the giving entrance, making sure that he was open and ready before drawing his fingers out of the grasping sheath.

 

Sasuke whined, forcing his eyes to open up when the fingers that had been working to loosen his body left. Looking down, he tightened his grasp on his pillow as dark eyes took in the way Kisames hand coated his length with some of the oil.

 

Trailing his eyes upwards, taking in the chest that was covered in a light sheen of sweat and the smirking lips that sat under dark, lusty eyes that bored into him, Sasuke shivered as his cock leaked heavily against his stomach and bit his bottom lip. Shifting in anticipation, he pulled his legs up a bit higher, spreading them in invitation.

 

Kisame growled lowly and leant over the younger male, nibbling at Sasukes bottom lips as he guided his length to the stretched hole. Resting the tip of his cock there, he smirked at the growl of displeasure, his free hand stopping Sasuke from pushing back and impaling himself. Letting the younger male writhe and twitch, he waited until Sasuke fell limp, panting and mewling, head arched back. Smiling as a purr rumbled in his chest, Kisame drew his lips down over Sasukes jaw and over his neck, lightly biting as he finally slid in one long thrust.

 

Sasuke arched upwards, moaning and keening in pleasure and delight, a very tiny twinge of pain disappearing under the wave of enjoyment. The ache of being empty disappeared, toes curling as he wrapped his legs high around Kisames waist, drawing him in deeper.

 

“Gods, yes,” he groaned, eyes squeezed shut as shudders wracked his body. Kisame growled around the skin in his mouth before pulling out and letting go of Sasukes neck, listening to the younger male whimper and whine. Feeling the smugness and lust swell in him, he rocked forward, once more sliding all the way into Sasukes body, the tip of his cock stroking over his sweet spot.

 

Back bowing upwards, Sasuke yelled and pushed back as much as he could. Reaching up, hands grasping onto Kisames arms, Sasuke held onto him as his new lover started to move over him with a strong steady pace. The pleasure was blinding, his skin prickling and sensitive to any brush of skin on skin; the feeling of cock filling him, stretching him was driving him wild with lust.

 

Their slick skin sliding together, tight head wrapped around him, Kisame watched everything that Sasuke did, eyes returning to the sweet face again and again to watch the expressions that flashed over his face. Growling as he lowered his head, he listened carefully to the sounds that were getting louder and louder, timing what he was going to do just right.

 

Working hips hard, taking Sasuke, making his claim on the lean body as Sasukes cock rubbed and leaked over his stomach, Kisame groaned and bit into the soft skin, fangs sinking in deep.

 

The scream that was drenched in pleasure erupted from Sasukes throat as his hands tightened and dug into Kisames arms. The flood of sweet, lust tinged liquid made the demon moan as he drank slowly, hips still moving fast and hard as Sasuke spilled between them. Falling limp, the young Uchiha mewled as his lover gently pulled his fangs out, closing the wound before arching and coming with a roar. Sasuke sighed at the rush of warm liquid and twitching inside of his entrance, sending little jolts of almost too much pleasure through his sensitized body.

 

Kisame panted against Sasukes neck as he slowly relaxed his muscles, one hand stroking over the limp males side, his other arm resting beside him, keeping him from collapsing on the bed. He was feeling smug, well sexed and full, proving to him that he and Itachi had been right in drawing Sasuke into their relationship. Lifting his head, he gazed down at the flushed face before brushing their lips together, the dark haired man smiling sweetly, barely opening his eyes.

 

“Hello there, you two,” Itachi hummed from the doorway as Kisame shifted and pulled out with a wet pop. Sasuke blushed but didn’t move, not having the energy to, allowing the giant to tug him into his side. Itachi smiled as Sasuke curled into the large body before walking over and laying on the bed, resting his head on Kisames other shoulder.

 

Reaching out, he brushed back dark, damp hair before leaning forward and kissing his brother. Sasuke moaned lowly and returned the gentle press of lips, the kiss chaste but full of promise for future encounters.

 

“How are you feeling?” Kisame asked, rubbing his hands over his Uchihas hips, Ichigo nuzzling into his chest as Sasuke hummed and closed his eyes.

 

“Tired, sore but feeling absolutely wonderful,” Sasuke admitted, smiling lightly as his lovers kept touching one part of his body or another.

 

“You’ll get used to me feeding from you in a few days, or sooner depending on how often we go at it,” the demon promised, getting a sleepy hum as Sasuke fell asleep.

 

“Worth the wait?” Itachi asked as he stood up and stripped out of his clothes as he headed into the bathroom. Gathering a couple of wash cloths, he came back out and started to wash his two lovers of the stickiness of their coming, being careful with Sasuke.

 

“Totally worth it,” Kisame drawled as Itachi tossed the cloths away and laid back down.

 

“I told you so,” Itachi hummed, smugly.