Night, Day and Sunrise

Chapter Four - Midnight Confessions

She’d asked for two weeks, and those two weeks were up today. They were on their way home from a mission – Team 7 united once more – and had agreed by silent consent to wait until they’d reached the safety of the village before discussing it, but the next day would see them home before noon.

Sasuke shifted again, his mind still replaying the events of the last two weeks, trying to divine Sakura’s feelings, when a noise from that same person drove any thoughts out of his head. Glancing over, telling himself it was just to make sure that Naruto wasn’t taking advantage and trying to make the decision for her, he saw that she was very much alone on her bedroll.

But another sound, an unmistakable moan, escaped her lips, and he sat upright, staring at her, only to see that Naruto, who lay on the other side of the tent, had done the same. They glanced back and forth between each other and their sleeping comrade, trying to bring sleep-fogged brains to reason. “Should we wake her up?” was the question on both minds as they watched her writhe slowly; they couldn’t help but wonder who she was dreaming of.

She started to mumble in her sleep, and Sasuke activated his Sharingan, determined to read any words that might cross those lips too softly to hear. Something jumbled about there only being one of her, and it not being fair.

“Sasuke!” her voice was breathy and soft, but it sounded like a rifle shot in the silent confines of the tent. And it hurt like one, too, Sasuke could tell as he glanced at the blonde, who was trying his hardest not to cry. But then his own heart felt as though it had been pierced by a bullet. “Naruto! One at a time!”

Both boys’ eyes snapped to each other, and Sasuke jerked his head to the tent flap. Naruto nodded, and they hastily escaped the shelter. Once outside, Sasuke led his friend to the far side of the clearing they’d chosen as their campsite before stopping for discussion.

“Did she just…?”

“Yes,” Sasuke cut him off hastily.

“So,” the blonde temporized, “what are we going to do about it?”

“This changes nothing. She still hasn’t told us her decision.”

“This changes everything!” Naruto’s voiced, though still hushed, grew more heated. “Forcing her to choose is only going to make her unhappy.”

He snerked. “What do you propose we do, then?”

The blonde shook his head in exasperation. “I know you graduated the Academy, but you must’ve skipped kindergarten. Didn’t you ever learn how to share?”

Sasuke paused, trying to unravel his feelings. He loved Sakura more than anything, and if this would make her happy, he’d do it. But could he share with Naruto? Could he stand knowing that there was another man in her life? Closing his eyes, he tried to imagine it. The thought alone should have revolted him, but strangely, something felt right about it. Sakura was the only woman he could ever love, and Naruto was his best friend. They’d been together, even when they were apart, through everything. They were Team 7. No one could split them up.

With a sigh, Sasuke looked up at the man he’d just thrown everything in with. “How’re we going to make this work?”

Naruto looked shocked for a moment – he hadn’t thought Sasuke would actually agree, especially not that quickly – then grinned. “We can work the details out tomorrow, when all three of us can talk. For right now, we just need to worry about tonight.”

“Hn,” was all the response he got, but the slight upward turn of one corner on his lips told the kyuubi’s vessel that the Uchiha was game.

For once grateful that his senseis had both been such incredible perverts, Naruto pondered for a moment before answering. “Well, one of us has got to be first, right?”

A brief incline of the head was Sasuke’s answer.

“Okay,” Naruto continued. “We could fight it out, but that wouldn’t leave us in shape to do much of anything tonight. So, unless you want to put this off a few days…”

Sasuke’s eyes burned with a dangerous light. “We’re doing this tonight, or not at all.”

Naruto nodded. “Then we jan-ken for it. Winner gets first fuck, but the looser has to make her cum before the winner can make his move. That way, there’s no hard feelings, eh?”

Sasuke’s smirk could almost be described as a sneer. “Fine.” He didn’t even need his sharingan for this match.

With the winner decided, they hastily slipped back into the tent. Pausing for a moment to watch her as she slept, Sasuke couldn’t help but wonder what she’d think when she came to. But the sight of her tangled in her bedclothes – oh, how he envied that blanket twisted tightly over one breast and caught between her legs – decided him. She might kill them tomorrow, but for tonight, she was theirs. And nothing was going to stop them.

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This is the last short chapter for a while, I promise. Next chapter will certainly be... interesting. Yes, for all of you who've been waiting so patiently, I'm talking about lemon.
I have to admit, though, I'm kind of surprised. This is, by far, the most popular of my pieces, and I have to wonder why. Is it this particular pairing (or in this case, "grouping") or are there really that many people who prefer trios? Or perhaps it might simply be that there are expotentially fewer stories in the "Threesome/Moresome" section and, ergo, there aren't as many to choose from.
Either way, thank you guys so much for your support. I published this story less than a week ago, and I already have well over twelve hundred hits! I'm so excited.
And thanks much to those of you who've reviewed thusfar.
Also, the polls are still open. Someone is going to die. Who do you think it is, and why?
Have a great day, and good reading!

Crimson Iris