The Sun and Moon

Anon: I truly took everything you said to heart. You’re right. I really did make it easier for Sasuke and not for Naruto because truly (I know this is heresy), Naruto isn’t my favorite character. I have tried to amend that in this chapter. It didn’t change anything plotwise, but I then enriched what I intended to write. Thank you so much, really. I was kind of myopic on Itachi and the good relationship between Sasuke and Kakashi. Oh, and writing bitchy Sasuke is just fun. ^_^
noriko hana: Sorry for the wait!
1CarinoInu: Thank you. I originally started writing this for a Itachi/Naruto challenge, so yeah, I agree. But I became sort of enamored with this story. I had to add Kakashi/Sasuke because if Kakashi’s not getting any love, I’m not happy. ^_^
Refrigerator-Burn: That is a little of the story, how their friendship is suffering from the two love affairs, but I am guilty of neglecting it as well. You’re right, I’ve let the story be too much about the affairs (espcially the sex) and didn’t fully round it out with the friendship aspects. Thank for your review! It was insightful for me.
MadaSasu: LOL! That would be fantastic, wouldn’t it. But not here. Spoiler alert for One Eye Between Them: Something similar to that happens in that story. ^_-
WarFlower: Sorry for keeping you waiting! And you make me blush. ^_^
Afrieal: I’m a deadbeat author. I do need to upload more often.
Guest: Was that a request for Uchihacest? Sorry, not in this one. Working on a few though.
VampireDoll666: Yeah, never liked her. I liked making Neji a closet perv and I think I got down Kiba pretty good. ^_^
Whimsical-to-core: So sorry for the wait!

Happy holidays!!!! Here’s my gift to all my readers!

Special thanks to Nyctus for the beta! Saved me from some embarrassment. ^_^

Nothing comes between friends more than dating a sibling.

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Kakashi was snoring softly when Sasuke returned to his room, his midnight snack forgotten. Sasuke sat next to Kakashi and pulled his knees to his chest. It was true, neither brother would forget that night and they would both go through bouts of depression and worse. Like now.

Yes, he was home, had a lover, friends, and his brother back, but his parents and clan were still dead and he couldn’t get back the years of hell he’d gone through. And he saw that look in his brother’s eyes: grief for the boy he once was. Sasuke grieved too. He was stripped of his innocence far, far too young. He’d become an angry, bitter man at eight.

Kakashi shifted and stopped snoring, but he didn’t wake.

Naruto and Itachi were likely asleep by now too. Sasuke felt so very alone. He knew his depression was affecting Kakashi; normally the man didn’t shift for hours, but he moved again. Sasuke turned and was about to get up and leave Kakashi to sleep, but he was grabbed and pulled back into bed.

Kakashi leaned his head against Sasuke’s clothed back. “You were there for me, I’m here for you,” Kakashi muttered.

“Itachi told Naruto about that night,” Sasuke said. “Got me thinking about it. About how much I’ve changed.”

Kakashi hummed. “Remember: I wouldn’t love you the way I do if you hadn’t. There’s no telling what your life would be like if your past was different. You might be dead or even more miserable. Married to a woman you hate with horrible children and your brother could have turned into a complete asshole and I’d hate your guts for one reason or another. Feel better?”

“You’re an asshole.” But his tone wasn’t harsh.

“Don’t fret about things that can’t be changed.”

Sasuke hummed in agreement. “Let go.”

Kakashi hesitated, but he removed his arm from Sasuke’s waist. Sasuke thought he needed time alone. Kakashi was certain he’d come to him when he realized being alone was the last thing he needed.

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Kakashi didn’t like waking up alone, the other side of the bed feeling more than empty. He put a hand on the cold sheets. He sighed. He wanted to kiss a dark hairline and feel warm, smooth skin.

Hearing the other occupants of the house stir, Kakashi decided to get up. His hair wildly awry, but his mask perfectly in place, he entered the kitchen to find Naruto searching the cabinets—most likely for ramen.

“They don’t keep instant ramen in this house,” Kakashi told him.

Naruto hadn’t acknowledged Kakashi’s presence, but he was aware of it and therefore not surprised to hear his voice. “Who doesn’t keep ramen around?”

“Uchiha.”

Itachi staggered in. He couldn’t see well normally, but with sleep blur on top of that, he was nearly blind. However, he noticed that Kakashi was there but his brother wasn’t.

“Where’s Sasuke?”

“We’re not attached at the hip,” Kakashi said.

“He doesn’t leave your side unless he must. Where is he?”

Kakashi sighed again. “He was struck by depression last night and left.”

Itachi panicked and made for the door, but he stopped realizing he couldn’t see. He turned to Kakashi and Naruto. “Find him and bring him home to me.”

Kakashi didn’t waste time trying to convince Itachi that Sasuke was alright, just a little unhappy, he just went back to Sasuke’s room and dressed then vaulted out the window to find his little lost lover.

A shinobi could be a devil to find when he didn’t want to be found. But Kakashi knew of some likely places to fine a depressed Uchiha.

He found him at the Uchiha’s Nakano Shrine. He wasn’t praying, just sitting inside staring at a simple scroll on a wall.

“Sasuke, Itachi’s worried about you. Come home and settle his nerves.”

Sasuke looked up at him with tired eyes.

“Luckily, he can’t see too well,” Kakashi said. “You look like shit.”

“You say such wonderful things to your lover. Now I know why you didn’t have a girlfriend.”

Sasuke tried to stand, but he hadn’t moved in hours and his body was stiff. Kakashi came over and helped him up. He pulled him to him and kissed his soft hair.

“Actually, I had four girlfriends, two boyfriends, and probably over forty quickies; none of those every saw my face. I kept my face from most of my lovers too.”

“You say the perfect things to make me feel better.” But Sasuke wasn’t frowning anymore. He felt better just being held by Kakashi. All seemed to fade away and seemed right. He relaxed.

“Cheer up for your brother’s sake. He panicked when he realized you weren’t with me this morning.”

“We should hurry then.”

The moment the front door opened, Itachi rushed the dark haired person who came through it. Luckily it was his brother.

“Why were you so worried?” Sasuke struggled to ask as Itachi crushed his lungs.

“You weren’t here.”

“What were you like when I was on missions?” Sasuke said lightly.

“You’ve been particularly clingy to Kakashi and I. For you to leave on your own . . .”

“I just wanted to visit the shrine.”

Itachi smoothed Sasuke’s hair. “Did you hear me last night?”

“No. I cornered Naruto and I pressed him. I couldn’t stop thinking about it and wanted to visit the shrine.”

“You’re alright?”

“I’ve lost sleep, that’s all.”

Itachi hugged and petted him some more then said, “Make us breakfast then, Kakashi and Naruto are hopeless and I couldn’t tell salt from sugar.” He kissed his brother’s forehead.

“You trust I can tell the difference? I don’t think I could tell salt from pepper. I’ll make breakfast. Naruto, I’m conscripting you. I’ve seen Kakashi burn water; I’d rather have your help.”

Sasuke swept Naruto into his wake to the kitchen.

“Did I make a fool of myself, Kakashi?” Itachi asked.

“He was sitting in the shrine for hours. No, you didn’t over react too much. He was depressed.”

“My fault, of course.”

“You didn’t have a choice. He’s far happier now than I ever saw him before, just suffering the occasional bout of depression. I won’t say don’t worry about him, but try to keep your own spirits up; that will keep him happy.”

They heard a hollow bang and Sasuke yell, “No ramen!”

“I think my lover is going to kill yours.”

Itachi sighed. “Why do we love such young fools?”

“Maybe because they are young. But you’re not so old. I’m the cradle robber.” Kakashi became more serious. “Thank you, by the way, for not raising objections.”

“I know you really love him and he’s hopeless. He’s a moment away from you and he pouts.”

Kakashi laughed. “Does he?” Even with his mask, Kakashi looked wistful. “He’s cute when he pouts. He chides me for teasing him, but he’s just too adorable. Your lover isn’t as cute when he pouts.”

“I don’t get off on irritating him.”

Kakashi eased closer with a mischievous look in his eye. “What does get you off?”

Itachi narrowed his eyes at him.

“I bet it’s your hair. You keep it so well maintained, even when you traveled so much. I noted it when I first encountered you when you visited Konoha after the Third’s death. With Kisame. He really loved you.”

Itachi’s eyes grew soft. “Yes, he did.” Then his eyes became alert again. “Not a word of that to Naruto. I don’t want him to know.”

“That you like your hair combed?”

“That Kisame liked to comb my hair.”

“You know what your brother likes—”

“Sasuke! I’m about to murder your boyfriend!”

Sasuke rushed in, grabbed Kakashi’s hair and dragged him to the kitchen, not letting the six foot tall man straighten up. There was another bang followed by Kakashi’s exclamation of “Ow.” Itachi smiled. Then he pulled his hair over his shoulder and ran his fingers through it.

He always liked his hair, but Kisame made him love it.

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Sasuke didn’t say a word when he dragged Naruto in the kitchen, but Naruto knew his friend, knew he was bitching and complaining in his mind about having to cook for three grown men and he not having any sleep. Naruto could hear the grumbling.

“You can just tell me what to do and you can sit down,” Naruto tried to placate him. “Even if you’re doing it in your head, your grumbling is . . . annoying.”

Sasuke turned around. “No one has ever called me annoying.”

“But you’re fond of calling other people annoying.”

“Because they are.”

“Well, you’re being it now.”

“I didn’t open my mouth.”

“You don’t have to. I worked with you for a year. I’m used to your grumbling, even when you don’t open your mouth.”

“If you’re used to it, then why are you annoyed by it.” Sasuke smirked. “You surprise me. That is the most observant I think you’ve ever been.”

“Thanks?” Naruto was unsure if that was a complement or not.

“Open the cupboard.”

Naruto opened it and took out a box of ramen noodles.

Sasuke picked up an empty pot and hit him in the head with it then shouted, “No ramen!”

Naruto rubbed his head.

“Sit down, shut up, and let me cook. At least my brother could’ve chosen someone who could cook.”

Naruto obeyed, perfectly. For a minute.

“Does it really bother you that much?” Naruto asked.

Sasuke stopped what he was doing and sighed. “I can’t be mad at Itachi. I love him and mostly forgive him, but you’re my best friend. It’s difficult for me to reconcile this.” He started working again. “Itachi’s seeing a side of you I can’t and you’re seeing a side of him I can’t. Maybe I’m jealous. Not really jealous, you understand; I don’t want to have sex with either of you.” He shuttered at the thought. “I don’t feel you’re taking him from me—Kakashi’s the one who has sort of taken me from him. I guess I feel Itachi’s taken you from me. Kakashi’s guilty too of separating you and me, and so am I. I guess I’m more angry that our friendship is broken. I miss yo—”

“Sasuke! I’m about to murder your boyfriend!” Itachi yelled.

Sasuke rushed out and returned gripping Kakashi by the hair. Sasuke picked up the pot again and hit Kakashi on the head with it.

“Ow.”

“Don’t annoy my brother.”

“I just asked him what gets him off.”

Sasuke whirled back on him and started pummeling his lover. Kakashi brought up his arms up to defend himself, but didn’t try to stop Sasuke. Probably because he couldn’t stop laughing.

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The mask and headband hid most of the bruises. His Sharingan was swelled shut, his lip was split, and his forearms were pure bruises. He avoided a concussion by assuring Sasuke that he didn’t tell Itachi what their bedroom kinks were, but he was kicked out of the bedroom for a night.

When he was allowed back into the house, Kakashi brought an ox horn comb still in its box. He gave it to Naruto when Naruto opened the door.

“He likes his hair combed. Give it to him soon as a special gift.” He whispered more quietly, “Ox horn, good for blood flow.” He gave Naruto a wink.

Naruto hurried the box into his jacket.

Sasuke and Itachi came in the living room. Itachi sat on the sofa and Sasuke stood and crossed his arms.

“Love!” Kakashi exclaimed and approached Sasuke, getting on his knees in front of him. “Do you forgive me?”

“If Itachi does.”

Kakashi looked to Itachi who took his time considering.

“I forgive you.”

Kakashi looked hopefully back at Sasuke, like a puppy looking forgiveness.

“I forgive you too.”

Kakashi took down his mask and grabbed Sasuke’s hand and kissed it. He stood and kissed him on the lips a few times, then slipped his tongue into Sasuke’s mouth. Sasuke melted and they started to paw each other like lovers up on lovers’ lane.

“I’m still here,” Itachi complained.

They broke apart, Sasuke more eager to stop than Kakashi. He gripped Kakashi’s bruised arm hard in retribution.

“He’s got his own boy-toy now; why be cross?” Kakashi complained.

“I’ve let you back in the house, but you’re not getting anything tonight.”

“Meaning food?”

“Meaning something much more essential to you than food.”

Sasuke pushed him into the bedroom nevertheless.

“Maybe you and I should go out to dinner,” Itachi said. “The makeup sex is certain to be loud.”

“Ramen?”

“Ramen sounds good.”

Itachi knocked on Sasuke’s door and said he and Naruto were going out for dinner.

“’K,” Sasuke called.

“Thank you!” was Kakashi’s response. Followed by a small cry of pain when Sasuke hit him.

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The house was quiet when Itachi and Naruto returned. They’d stopped by a tea house for dessert after ramen and the others should have finished having sex and maybe even eaten by now.

“Are they even home?” Naruto asked.

“Maybe they went out.” Instead of reaching out with his chakra to check, Itachi grabbed Naruto around the waist and pulled him down with him to the sofa. He just held Naruto against him back to front and nuzzled Naruto’s bright hair. He felt the object in Naruto’s jacket and Naruto felt it pushed against his ribs.

“Oh, yeah,” Naruto pulled the box out of his jacket. “For you.” He turned to see Itachi as he held it out.

Itachi eyes softened and look genuinely happy when he saw it was comb. A high end, handcrafted, ox horn comb carved with a rabbit in the handle. Itachi couldn’t see the carving, but he could feel it when he took it out of the package. He didn’t ask what they were so as to not be rude, like he couldn’t appreciate the gift. “Thank you, Naruto.” He admired the smooth texture of the carved horn. “I’ve never had one before, but I’ve heard these are the best combs in the world. Thank you.”

It was nice to see Itachi happy, but Naruto was too honest deep down. “I can’t lie about this. Kakashi gave it to me to give to you. He’s so much smarter than me.”

“Do you like my hair?”

“Huh?”

“Do you like my hair?”

“Um, yeah. I mean, I really don’t want you to cut it or anything.”

“Did you think it was the right gift when Kakashi gave it to you?”

“Yeah. It made me feel so stupid.”

“Why? Have you noticed me take special care of my hair or anything? I just scrunch it up in a pony tail.”

“Your brother said something too.”

“He did? What did he say?”

“He told me to be attentive and comb your hair. I guess it must be something obvious since they both told me.”

Itachi could see this was never going to end. Naruto would always feel inadequate even if Sasuke and Kakashi were trying to help. And Itachi would always feel old and like an outsider. It would be so much easier to end this relationship now. Which part of that brought tears to his eyes: the future strife or ending it?

“You’re not stupid, Naruto. Do you love me?”

“Yeah.”

“Will you trust me when I say I love you?”

“I believe you.”

“Then why do you let yourself doubt this?”

“You deserve someone better?”

“You deserve someone younger who fits in your sphere. You deserve someone as happy and outgoing as you. You deserve someone who’s hands aren’t stained with the blood of his parents. You deserve better. But, stay with me?” His voice cracked with tears. “You are my sun, my light. I love you. I need you. You’re the one I want.”

Itachi gently pulled him into a kiss. Naruto still wasn’t confident when it came to kissing, but he kissed back all the same. He did want to stay with Itachi.

Itachi ended the kiss and pulled Naruto to him. “All four of us are orphans,” Itachi said. “I know you’ve never had a family and you told me once that you were more a brother to Sasuke than I was.” Naruto spluttered to take it back, but Itachi kept talking. “We’ll be each others’ family now. Sasuke is your brother now. In a way, we’re all brother’s now.”

Naruto was touched by Itachi’s words, but he said, “Isn’t that kind of incest-y?”

Itachi smiled and shrugged. “My point is: you don’t need to worry about anything like not being enough for me or anything like that. We’re family and we accept even the bad parts of each other. Sasuke and I are probably going to be depressed on and off for the rest of our lives. I can tell you now I’m not going to get over being quiet and reclusive. But I won’t mind if you go out by yourself to have fun with your friends. More than anything, I want to stay home with my brother and you . . . and Kakashi if he can keep his hands to himself or his mind out of the gutter.”

“Never gonna happen.”

Itachi laughed. “True. But I’ve always liked him. There’s no one I’d rather having looking after my little brother. I just want to be around you and love you. It pains me to think how alone you’ve been throughout your life. I had a large family, but I always shied away and then I stripped myself of them. Sasuke too. None of us have to be alone anymore.”

The idea that he had a family now and that Itachi acknowledged the pain of his lonely childhood made Naruto cry. He was still curled up in Itachi’s arms and just pressed his face to Itachi’s chest.

“I think we need a bigger house and you should move in,” Itachi said. “We definitely need a room between ours and Sasuke’s since they are incapable of having sex quietly.”

Naruto laughed through his tears. He felt so comfortable against Itachi’s body. He could feel Itachi’s ribs.

“You’re too thin.”

Itachi laughed softly. “Feed me more dessert.”

Naruto wiped away his tears and tilted his head up to kiss the exposed skin on Itachi’s chest. Itachi pulled his shirt from where it was tucked into his pants giving Naruto access to the rest of his chest and abdomen. Naruto took it, sliding his hand up to the prominent ribs. He licked at Itachi’s collarbone.

Itachi leaned his head back and allowed Naruto to explore his body. Naruto ran his fingers across the ribs and between them. Itachi’s chest was smooth and hard. Itachi wanted to tell Naruto to touch his covered crotch, but he preferred to allow Naruto to go at his own pace, to explore on his own. The longer he was teased and forced to wait, the better the rest would be.

Naruto’s hands were so warm. He was warmth personified, the sun given human form. Itachi kept one arm on the sofa back so he didn’t obstruct Naruto’s exploration, the other hand played with the yellow hair.

Naruto’s hand finally wandered down his side and to his hip. It loitered there for a moment then slide across to his straining erection. Itachi’s hips bucked, desiring more contact.

Naruto pulled back, unsure what to make of Itachi’s reaction.

“Do whatever you want,” Itachi whispered. “Touch me and lick me and bite me all you want.”

Encouraged by Itachi breathless voice, Naruto slid his hand over the bulge again. Itachi’s long cock was at full hardness. He was definitely doing something right.

Naruto pushed up the purple undershirt Itachi wore under his light black jacket. Itachi shrugged out of the jacket and Naruto helped pull the undershirt off. Instinct was easier to listen to now. Naruto started licking at Itachi’s pale skin from his abs to his shoulder.

The idolatrous nature of it made Itachi harder. He didn’t want to fuck Naruto, he wanted Naruto to suck him. He wanted to be in that mouth and feel that tongue on his cock. But he wouldn’t ask, he wanted to know what Naruto would do on his own. And the unknown was erotic.

But, Naruto might as well have read Itachi’s mind. He slid down to the floor and pulled down Itachi’s pants. Soon, Itachi was sitting naked on the sofa with the fully clothed jinchuuriki between his legs.

Even after they had had sex twice before and Itachi had been stared at by Kisame and fucked by him for years, he blushed as Naruto stared at his hard cock from inches away.

Instead of starting with the head, Naruto slid his parted lips down and back up his length. The light caress and the feel of his breath felt so good. He started lapping at it and then pressed the head past his tight lips as if his mouth were a reluctant hole.

“Fuck, you’re good at this,” Itachi said with a moan.

Naruto deepthroated him and his tongue squirmed around near the base. Itachi bucked a little.

“Move,” Itachi insisted. “I want your tight lips moving over me.”

Itachi regretted saying that because when Naruto obeyed, he pulled his lips tightly down his shaft, sucking as he went. First, it was natural suction of not letting in any air as he pulled his mouth off Itachi’s cock, but once he could move his tongue to add a little mechanical suction, it was mind-blowing. Itachi cam long before he actually wanted to.

“Fuck,” Itachi breathed. “How did a virgin like you learn how to do that?”

“I don’t know.”

“Even though you’re the first one to ever give me a blowjob, I can’t believe there’s anyone who could give a better one than you.”

Naruto smiled. He climbed back up Itachi’s weak body. “Itachi, I want to make love to you.”

Itachi couldn’t react, still basking in the afterglow, except to speak. “I’m sorry, I’m just not ready for it again.”

“Did he hurt you?”

“Huh?”

“Did Kisame hurt you?”

Itachi went deathly still. He felt blood rush from his brain and skin, his lips became papery and cold. “Kisame?”

“He was your lover before, right?”

“How do you know that?”

“Your shoulder.”

Itachi grabbed at the scar. The blood that had retreated tried to rush to his cheeks. “You knew?”

“I ‘thought’. He’s the one, isn’t he? Did he comb your hair?”

Itachi was still staring at him like a startled deer, but the way Naruto asked that last question, in a way that suggested Kisame was no doubt a better boyfriend and someone who deserved Itachi’s love, broke Itachi’s heart for more than one reason. He felt bad for Naruto who thought he was competing with a dead man and because Kisame did comb his hair, with a reverence that always threatened to bring Itachi to tears when he thought about it.

Itachi pulled Naruto down lay his head on his shoulder. “Naruto,” he sobbed. “I never loved Kisame.”

Itachi was crying. Naruto couldn’t believe it. Strong, quiet, stoic Itachi was crying. Naruto didn’t know what to do. He didn’t understand why Itachi was crying. He just let Itachi cry for a while.

“I didn’t love Kisame,” Itachi finally said much quieter. “Yes, he loved my hair. He never intentionally hurt me, but he is the reason I’m not comfortable. You’re not competing with him, I didn’t love him. He loved me and I was a hormonal and curious teenager. I didn’t love him. I love you.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you cry.”

“I know.”

Itachi gently pushed Naruto away. Naruto sat up, but was almost immediately pulled back down so he was facing Itachi.

“I’ll be perfectly honest with you,” Itachi said. “I have been carrying a lot of guilt. Kisame loved me, but I didn’t. He died loving me. It bothers me. I should have loved him. He was good to me. I . . . I wasn’t accurate when I said I never loved him. I love him more now that he’s dead. I was fatalistic. I was . . . cruel in a way. He deserved more. Perhaps I shut my heart away. He’s dead. I regret that, but I love you.”

Itachi ran his fingers through Naruto’s hair. “Honestly, it did hurt, every time. You’re the first to every give me oral because he didn’t trust himself with those teeth of his. I’ll let you. Just don’t think it’s your fault if I don’t seem to enjoy it, okay? I just don’t want to disappoint you.”

“I don’t get it, but you’re okay with it?”

“Yes. Let’s go to the bedroom. That’s the last thing I want my brother to walk in on.”

Naruto heartily agreed.

Itachi was very nearly blind, but he knew his way and was guided by touch to the drawer with the lube. Meanwhile, Naruto stripped. Itachi laid down and reached out to Naruto. He pulled Naruto down over him and then brought the hand he grabbed to his mouth and started sucking at two of his fingers, wetting them thoroughly and playing his tongue tantalizingly over the finger tips. He pulled the hand away and pressed the lube into his hand.

Naruto opened the tube and coating his already wet fingers and sought out Itachi’s entrance.

With long practice and plenty of experience, Itachi relaxed and both fingers easily worked their way inside.

“Why did it hurt?” Naruto asked. “It didn’t hurt when you did it for me.”

Itachi considered lying and saying that Kisame was brutal when they had sex—which could be true on occasion—or that his skin was rough like a shark’s or something like that, but it felt wrong to lie about Kisame. “Kisame was very large,” Itachi admitted. “I felt pleasure, but it always hurt.”

“Then I probably won’t hurt you.”

“Don’t sell yourself short. Go ahead.”

Itachi couldn’t repress the apprehension he felt every time Kisame was about to penetrate him, but just as then, he was able to let his muscles relax.

Naruto smeared lube on his cock and positioned himself against Itachi’s entrance. He pressed in and—much to Itachi’s embarrassment—slid right in. But being penetrated, whether it was a monster cock like Kisame’s or a respectable sized one like Naruto’s, he tightened around the invader.

Naruto groaned with pleasure of having that hole grip him like that. His body wanted to move forward—did a millimeter—but he resisted.

“Does it hurt?” he asked Itachi.

“No.” Itachi sounded surprised. “Press all the way in, don’t stop.”

Naruto kept himself from slamming inside like he wanted to, but he pressed his cock all the way in.

Itachi was ashamed; he was loose like a well used whore. But he could feel Naruto. It wasn’t like he feared, he wasn’t ruined for all other men. But his cheeks still burned bright being a used, loose, easily penetrated fuck. But Naruto’s hot cock felt good. And it didn’t hurt.

“Ummnnah,” Itachi moaned. “Fuck me.”

Naruto’s hips knew what to do. Their restraint taken away, they pulled back and plunged in again. Itachi just groaned in a way Naruto recognized from his own throat. He didn’t even remember that he wanted to ‘make love’ to Itachi; instinct had taken over and it was a rut. Itachi wasn’t helping matters, moaning and lifting his hips and begging for it harder and faster.

Naruto’s eye were shut, but he had to look. He forced his eyes open and saw Itachi with his hair disarrayed, his eyes tightly shut, his mouth gapping, and his arms thrown around his head, gripping the pillows and their cases like he was trying to pull them apart. He was gorgeous and unrestrained. He was at his most unguarded, his most wild. He’d managed to break through Itachi’s walls.

Including his vocal filter.

“Ahhh, yes, so good,” Itachi purred. “Fuck, right there! Fuck! Naruto! Ahh, fuck! Make me cum. Cum inside me. Cum right there! Cum against my prostate, splash it against that spot. I want to feel it.”

Naruto had never heard—or even read, being the student of Jiraiya—anything like that before.

Kyuubi decided to break in. Rut that little Uchiha bitch. Fill him with your seed. Bite him!

Naruto ignored him.

“Ahh, fuck me.” That wasn’t an order, just a curse as Itachi approached his orgasm. And then it ripped through him. Itachi’s throat tightened up and he couldn’t cry out. His body bowed and clinched. It was harder for Naruto to move within him, but it added friction and soon Itachi’s body started milking Naruto of his cum. Naruto was able to cry out and did, followed by Itachi’s name.

Naruto didn’t even try to avoid collapsing on Itachi—he couldn’t even think about that. He barely avoided cracking his head against Itachi’s. Inside him, Kyuubi purred or growled happily—Naruto wasn’t sure which one, but the fox was happy.

Naruto regained his breath and then felt the wetness between their bodies: Itachi’s cum. Naruto didn’t think, he was just compelled to move and lick up what still remained on Itachi’s stomach.

Itachi grabbed Naruto’s hair before he finished cleaning his lover and pulled him into a sweet, languid kiss.

“I love you,” Itachi said with their lips still touching. “Don’t ever again think you’re competing with Kisame. That. Was. Amazing.”

Naruto smiled and nuzzled in on top of Itachi. He was heavy on Itachi’s smaller frame, but Itachi petted Naruto’s hair and let him lay there. Once Naruto was asleep, however, he eased the boy off him so he could breathe.

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Itachi and Naruto may have taken things to the bedroom, but they had forgotten Itachi’s clothes.

Sasuke came home with Kakashi following him like a puppy—a horny puppy, but a puppy nevertheless—and saw the clothes lying on the floor and the sofa. He narrowed his eyes and then he heard, “Fuck, right there! Fuck! Naruto! Ahh, fuck!”

Sasuke turned toward Itachi’s door and took a determined step towards it, but Kakashi put a hand over his eyes and his other arm around his waist. He hauled Sasuke out of the house as Itachi’s voice rose again. “Cum right there!”

“That motherfucking bastard,” Sasuke growled and tried to get free.

“Sasuke, heel, heel,” Kakashi said as he got the younger Uchiha out the door.

“I’m going to kill the bastard.” His voice was deadly low.

Kakashi sighed and moved his hand from Sasuke’s eyes to his neck and used his chakra to short circuit Sasuke’s chakra network, knocking him out. Kakashi wasn’t put off by hearing Itachi scream with pleasure, so he took Sasuke back inside and to their room. Everything was quiet by that point.

He put Sasuke to bed, but wasn’t horny anymore; Uchiha fury could kill any libido. He concluded that they really needed two houses.

TBC