Someone Else's Eyes

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Dinner was awkward and quiet, with Sasuke staying silent and acting uncharacteristically sulky, and Naruto found himself worrying about the boy more than he probably should have. Itachi was calm though, even if he still seemed a bit perturbed by something. It was hard to tell with Itachi anyways. Naruto still found the meal enjoyable though, and it wasn't just because the Uchihas had a marvelous chef on their staff.



He hadn't been alone with the two of them since that first night, and this was the most Itachi had spoken to him in as much time. It made him swell with pride on the inside that even though Itachi didn't seem to like sharing his little brother he somehow didn't mind Naruto. It was like Naruto had somehow wormed his way into their family. It was a warm feeling eating with them, like something he'd never really had as a child.



The moment everyone was done the dishes were cleared, something Naruto had automatically rose to help with only to be stopped by Itachi's hand on his wrist. He'd shivered a little at the contact, as it brought him back to that first night, when the older boy had made him feel so beautiful for the first time in his life. He'd looked up then, and their eyes had met, and Itachi's face had softened a little.



That only made him all the more nervously excited when Itachi excused them to the sitting room upstairs, and he nearly forgot about Sasuke, who followed silently, still looking a bit too much like a kicked puppy. Naruto didn't really have the mental space to worry about that though, as he wondered what Itachi could have in store for them.



The sitting room upstairs was different, almost like a library, with a fireplace in one corner that was stoked to a low flame, keeping the room cosy and warm. There was another door leading out the other side, but he didn't take too much notice of it. Naruto perched himself on the couch, and was joined by Itachi once Sasuke had taken one of the wing chairs on either side, his eyes still fixed to the carpet in front of him. Itachi gazed at his brother, almost a glare really, for a moment before he turned back to Naruto. The boy tensed with anticipation, though he wasn't quite sure what he expected anymore.



He jumped when Itachi's hand rose to his face, cupping his cheek lightly. The man chuckled as his face flushed a little in embarrassment. He tried for a scowl, but he was sure it was more of a pout. Either way, it vanished as Itachi leaned in closer, smirking slightly.



"Relax, Naruto-kun. I'm not going to hurt you so just relax." The words were soft, and Naruto let his eyes slide closed as he let out the breath he'd been holding. Itachi's lips were warm and soft when they met his, and they felt better than he'd remembered them feeling. In his mind, he was that gorgeous woman again, no relation to the nervous boy whore that he'd been this afternoon. Itachi seemed to suck everything he didn't like about himself out, because there had to be a reason that this breathtaking man, someone of great social import, wealth and splendor bordering on infamy, was paying attention to him of all people.



The hand on his cheek moved a little, the thumb grazing his skin in slow lazy circles as the older boy's smooth tongue snaked out to push his lips open. Naruto let them be opened easily, laying himself bare to Itachi's advances. He felt his chest pitter as Itachi breathed in through him, like he was sucking the air out of his lungs for his own, like he wanted every part of Naruto that the boy was willing to give. In that instant, Naruto was willing to give everything.



He was lost in that moment, and when Itachi pulled back he let out a small whimper. Itachi sent a sidelong glance over to Sasuke, and Naruto felt his own eyes drawn to the boy as well. Sasuke just sat there as before, though Naruto suspected maybe his head hung a little lower, his hands fiddling with the hem of his shirt. Itachi turned back to the blond though, and lowered his lips to tickle across Naruto's neck, biting softly as he worked his hands under Naruto's shirt, drawing it off as he pulled back again leaving the boy's chest bare in the low light. The lips returned then, drawing close to his ear.



"Why don't you go pay a little visit to my foolish brother. He looks quite sad, doesn't he?" Naruto nodded, eyes slightly glazed now. Sasuke looked dejected there alone, but he was reluctant to leave Itachi's warmth. The older boy gave him a push though, and he stood shakily, walking to kneel before the other Uchiha.



His breath caught as he saw Sasuke more clearly now, his pale face tracked with tears for a second before his hands came up to hide it from Naruto, twisting his head away. Naruto felt something in his chest tighten painfully and he reached out, shaking hands wrapping around the boy's wrists and pulling them gently. Sasuke gave way easily, but still refused to meet his eyes.



Naruto felt broken again then, he hadn't ever wanted to look at the other boy's face like that again, but here it was. He moved before he'd even thought to, his own face drawing up to kiss Sasuke's cheeks lightly, rough tongue following those tear tracks, wiping them away from that pale face, before he reached Sasuke's mouth, hanging open a little, moving with each halting, sobbing breath. He covered it quickly, but kept the kiss light, more emotional than physical.



He heard Itachi clear his throat, and only then pulled back, seeing the older boy by that other door. Itachi smiled thinly, and motioned to Naruto to follow him as he stepped through. Naruto grabbed Sasuke's wrist and pulled the boy up as he stood. he wasn't leaving Sasuke out here by himself, though he wasn't quite sure if Itachi had meant for him to bring Sasuke. Still, he knew what being left behind felt like and he was quite certain that he'd rather face an angry Itachi than bring that to Sasuke again.



He reached the door, and peered through shyly. He recognized the room beyond as Itachi's, the one they'd been in that first night, and he gasped a little at the memory. He saw Itachi by the bed, the lamps cut low. He couldn't help but wonder at the way Itachi's skin looked in the soft light as the older boy tossed his own shirt aside. Still, he pulled Sasuke in after him, the boy still silent and a little lost. Itachi just smiled and beckoned him again.



Naruto stepped inside, shutting the door after them, and steered Sasuke over to the bed, stepping behind the boy as they neared. He studied the dark marks on Sasuke's skin again in wonder, they looked less vicious in the low light but they still stood out against the pale field around them like brands. He let Itachi take over, steering his little brother down to sit on the bed beside him. Naruto slipped the boy's shirt off quickly, wanting to see those marks more clearly.



He was struck with a sick sense of fascination when he did, the marks covered the boy's shoulders and collar bone, deep fading purple in the light, and he leaned down to kiss one lightly, making Sasuke shiver slightly in his hands. Naruto watched as Itachi lightly gripped his brother's head, turning it to face him, forcing Sasuke's eyes to meet his own before leaning in and taking that mouth much more harshly than Naruto had.



This just turned the blond boy on even more, and he could feel his own cock straining in his pants, even as his hand trailed over Sasuke's, almost hard under his pants and quickly firming as Naruto massaged it lightly with one hand, the other working the boy's pants open slowly but surely until he could pull them down. They caught around Sasuke's thighs, but Naruto didn't care, he could see Sasuke's cock now, pale and flushed almost red near the tip.



It glistened slightly with sweat and precum, and he could feel the heat coming off it on his hands as he knelt. It was hypnotizing, and he took it in his hand, pumping the shaft, savoring the texture of the skin as it resisted, not wet enough to slide smoothly. He dipped his head down, his tongue sweeping over the tip lightly and swirling around it, pausing on the underside, that little concentration of nerves collected there.



He heard the faint rumblings of Sasuke's small moan at this, swallowed in his brother's mouth, but he knew that if he looked up at that moment he would lose it, so he didn't, letting his eyes slide shut and concentrating on transmitting the feeling to Sasuke, on reassuring the boy he wasn't leaving him behind again. He sunk down, taking Sasuke to the root, feeling the tickle of course hairs against his nose, and he swallowed, loving the feeling of the tip of Sasuke's cock as it spasmed slightly under the contractions of his throat.



Then there was a hand is his hair, not Sasuke's but Itachi's, pulling him back harshly until the cock dropped wetly from his mouth, across his chin to bob in the air in front of him, glistening in the low light, still connected to him by a single strand of saliva, before that to broke. Itachi growled as he dragged Naruto upwards, the blond wincing at the harsh treatment but still obedient, and let himself be pulled into Itachi's lap.



The older boy took his mouth harshly, and Naruto let himself be taken, though he was a little reluctant to let Sasuke's taste go. He didn't dare open his eyes, afraid that Itachi would be able to read his thoughts through them, and then somehow separate them. He wasn't sure why or how he had made the exclusive list of people Sasuke was allowed to see in this way, perhaps it was his unthreatening nature or some such thing, but he was glad of it and didn't want to lose it anytime soon.



Itachi practically tore his shirt from his body, and Naruto winced a little at the tearing of cloth. He couldn't bring himself to worry about it so much though, there were too many other things clouding his head, like the mouth now attached to his neck, biting harshly, and an absurd worry about the mark that would certainly leave floated up in his head, but died quickly as his hands tightened on Itachi's sides, squirming slightly.



He could feel Itachi's cock, hard against his ass, even through the layers of cloth that separated them, and he felt the urge to touch it, like he had Sasuke's. His mind flicked to the other Uchiha again then, and he levered his eyes open, turning his head slightly to look at Sasuke, though he knew his own gaze must be heavy and clouded now. Sasuke wasn't much better, though there was something unsure and almost penitent there. Naruto peeled one of his hands from Itachi's side, reaching out for Sasuke. The boy faltered a little, like he almost dare not take it, but he did, their fingers meshing slightly as Naruto pulled him closer.



Itachi drew back, chuckling, and wrapped his arms around Naruto's waist, standing suddenly, leaving the boy to scrabble to hold on, wrapping his legs around Itachi's waist with a little shriek of surprise, his hand leaving Sasuke's to grab at the older boy's shoulders. Then his back hit the bed hard, and his breath escaped in a loud gasp, almost of fear, shutting his eyes and tensing for a hit. Sasuke was by his side in a second, somehow responding to the boy's posture, ready to block without thinking.



Itachi stood back, cocking his head to the side, watching the boys as they huddled together. It was an appealing sight, but confusing to him at the same time. Why did they hold together so tightly. It wasn't necessarily that it angered him, Sasuke finding someone new to cling to like that, even so soon after he'd so completely claimed his brother only hours before. He felt like maybe he understood things better now.



Sasuke's eyes met his, confused and almost pleading, and the boy reached out a shaking hand, as if beckoning him back. He stepped closer, but the boys on the bed didn't untangle, Sasuke holding tightly to Naruto's shoulder still, Naruto's hands clutching Sasuke's sides now, even as his bright eyes slid open, still a little tense. Itachi laughed.



He stepped in, his knee prying Sasuke's legs away to find purchase as he leaned closer, one hand settling beside his brother's head as he bent, taking Sasuke's mouth again, like he owned it, hard and fast. Something about this made him hard, seeing those boys together. He pulled back from Sasuke, and shifted, moving to Naruto, though his mouth was lighter there, more reassuring in the face of the blond's previous anxiety. Still, the kiss was fast, and he moved back quickly before his other hand pushed them together, trying to show what he wanted without words.



Naruto at least understood, and rolled slightly until he could reach out, pulling Sasuke's face to his and they were back where they began, tanned hands tightening in Sasuke's hair, always softer than he imagined it would be. Itachi moved, and Sasuke's hand darted out, not wanting his brother to leave them, but Itachi batted it away harshly, settling himself to curl against his brother's back, pushing him forwards into Naruto. He seemed to understand, and Itachi set to work wiggling his brother's shorts the rest of the way off, sliding them down until he could see the pale cheeks of his brother's ass.



He hardened the rest of the way then, cupping those cheeks harshly, remembering how good that little hole had been, still red and sore looking from their earlier session. He smiled, his hand opening his own pants the rest of the way, but not bothering to remove them, for he was eager now to feel that warm skin against his erection, to nestle it between those cheeks.



Sasuke gasped a little into Naruto's mouth as Itachi pushed his shaft against his brother's behind, but the tanned hands buried in his hair held tightly, not letting him pull back. Itachi thrust again, pushing Sasuke's hips forwards into Naruto, and the boy's obvious erection rubbed solidly against the blond's stomach, making him moan in an entirely different timber. Itachi smirked in his brother's hair, his hand reaching around, teasing his brother's hard shaft lightly before moving to Naruto's pants, fiddling awkwardly with them until Sasuke took over, pulling the tie undone and reaching inside, drawing Naruto's deeply flushed cock out into the cool air.



It was Naruto's turn to moan then, as his neglected erection was stroked clumsily. It was wonderful though, and he bucked into it, making Sasuke's unsure hand loosen a little. He whined his displeasure at this, which made Itachi chuckle again, his hand once again on his brother's hip, moving to align the boys, then grasping his brother's weakening hand, wrapping it around both of them at once, pressing their cocks together in that grip, his own hand forcing Sasuke's to take them more firmly. He bucked against his brother again then, and both of the boys moaned at the friction between them as Sasuke moved.



Itachi fumbled behind him blindly, knocking over several objects with a crash before his hands closed around the smooth glass bottle. He brought it around, twisting the cap off one handed and dropping it, drizzling the contents messily across his brother's hand, the oil dripping and glistening on pale fingers and those two shafts, pressed tightly together.



He pulled it back then, awkwardly coating his own hand, and letting the excess drip down over Sasuke's hip, making the boy shiver slightly at the sensation. Itachi was close, so he didn't bother with much, dropping the bottle carelessly behind him and bringing his dripping hand to his own erection, slicking it quickly before pushing into his brother with one harsh push.



The boy moaned, the entry a little painful, but having been joined with his brother so recently he wasn't as tight as he could have been, and the sore ache only seemed to add something. It didn't hurt that the thrust had pushed his now slick erection against Naruto's either, the little tremors of pleasure canceling out the noise of crackling pain from the harsh entry.



Itachi wasted no time, his hand wrapping around Sasuke's hip tightly, and pushing into his brother's clenching hole. He moaned at the sensation, at the way Sasuke moved. It wasn't quite right though, the angle not deep enough. He pulled back, slipping himself out, ignoring the anguished whimper Sasuke made at the withdrawal.



He roughly grabbed his brother's hips again, lifting him and dropping him onto Naruto, the boy's rolling together, their arms still tangled, and he knocked the boy's legs apart roughly with his knees, settling them on either side of Naruto's thighs.



Then he sank in again, both hands holding tightly to his brother's hips as he thrust in again, hard and savage, this time sinking deeply inside, forcing Sasuke down onto Naruto again. The blond wrapped tanned arms around Sasuke's shoulders, clawing at them slightly, moaning in pleasure that bordered on pain as their hips were forced together, grinding and severe, but still somehow so good. Sasuke was whimpering into Naruto's neck as Itachi pushed back inside, each violent thrust forcing the noise out of him, along with his breath, not quite recovering when Naruto ground his hips up into Sasuke's, their hard shafts slipping slightly as they slid against each other, trapped between the slick surfaces of their stomachs.



It didn't take long before Sasuke was right there, between Naruto's face and the panting the boy was doing loud in his ear and the heat of his brother behind him, the soft noise of flesh against flesh at each thrust. Sasuke tensed, his eyes closing tight as he shivered and then came, his cum spurting against Naruto's stomach, his ass clenching around Itachi's cock. It was too much.



Itachi managed one or two more frantic thrusts before he came, moaning into Sasuke's neck, and flopped forwards. Naruto thrust up against Sasuke's stomach, squirming in an attempt to finish himself off, and Itachi smirked tiredly, rolling Sasuke's panting body to the side. Naruto whined at the loss of pressure and friction, but only for a second before Itachi's lips dipped to cover his slicked cock, and then his eyes rolled back as he moaned.



Sasuke watched with tired eyes as Naruto shook slightly, coming in Itachi's mouth with a deep groan, his fingers fisting tightly in the sheets. He waited until Itachi pulled away, and then crawled close again, his sleepy eyes meeting Naruto's, and he kissed the boy languidly before flopping down next to him.



Itachi stepped back, watching the two of them as they snuggled up together once again, this time their bodies slack and satisfied. It was beautiful, watching them move together for that moment before stilling, Naruto's pants still bunched around his thighs, the two of them slicked with cum and sweat and oil. They were too sweet to move though, even if they were messy.



He bent in, one arm braced on the bed, swatting at them slightly to get them the right way round on the bed. They both whined a little, tired and warm and happy where they were, but they complied, and Naruto let him slide his pants the rest of the way off before slipping the sheet over them and walking away.



He looked back, and caught Naruto's slightly worried eyes, Sasuke's had already closed, the boy's face snuggled into the crook of a tanned neck. He just smiled slightly and turned off the light before stepping outside.



X



Itachi was clean, and dressed in warm pajamas when Naruto stepped out, his pants stained and wrinkled, hanging low on his hips, the remnants of his torn shirt clutched in one hand. Itachi looked up from the book he'd been reading with a smile, beckoning the blond over. He grabbed Naruto's hand lightly when the boy was in range, dropping a gentle kiss on the open palm. The boy looked confused still.



"Um, Itachi. Could I trouble you for a shirt to borrow. I'll bring it back clean and pressed tomorrow, I promise. I can't walk home like this though, I can't afford to catch cold." Itachi nodded, placing the book on the floor beside him, and leading Naruto back through the darkened bedroom, and into the closet beyond, grabbing a dark pullover, warm layered cotton combed soft. The boy murmured his thanks as he slipped it over his head, and followed Itachi back into the study, closing the door quietly behind them.



He got to the door before Itachi called him back.



"Naruto, I have a proposition for you. I'll pay you, far more then I did before, if you'll accompany my brother on a little trip. Not for very long, I think, but there's something happening in the city soon, and I don't want Sasuke here when it does." Naruto considered for a moment, cocking his head to one side.



"What sort of a thing?" Itachi met his eyes firmly, but the older boy's gaze showed nothing.



"Something unpleasant, I can't tell you any more than that." Naruto frowned.



"For how long?"



"I don't know, a week at the least. I will be joining the two of you soon enough."



"Where would we go?" Itachi smirked, closing the distance between them, his hand cupping Naruto's cheek gently.



"Why all the questions, Naruto? One would think you didn't trust me." Naruto swallowed, their close proximity stirring something in him. He gripped the door frame behind him firmly.



"A-alright." Itachi smiled, kissing his lips softly before pulling away. The almost giddy sensation didn't leave him though.



"I will send for you in a few days, I trust you can make your preparations. You needn't bring much, and I will arrange for you to be picked up at Jiraya's." With that he sat back down, and Naruto backed out of the room, his breath still uneven. He ran, and didn't stop until he was at the front door, startling the butler on his way.



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Sasuke kicked his feet in the carriage, bored with the long trip and irritated with Naruto, kneeling on the seat next to him to peer out the window like a child. It was a little embarrassing to sit with the boy, who gasped slightly at every other thing they went past like he'd never been out of the city before.



Sasuke supposed that maybe the boy hadn't, but it was still annoying, especially when he himself had no desire to return to the country house. He had the distinct feeling that Itachi had sent him away again, banished him from his life, even though his brother had promised to join him.



Itachi had sprung this on his last minute, using some stupid excuse about renovations necessary to the house, and how he would be staying with friends while Sasuke returned to the country house for awhile. He'd even packed Sasuke's trunk, though Sasuke had no idea why. He didn't have much in the way of stuff at the townhouse in the first place, certainly not that much at least.



Itachi hadn't taken no for an answer, no matter how much he whined about it, and so Sasuke had just given up, letting himself be dressed and hurried downstairs to the waiting carriage, Shisui trailing behind them with a grim look on his face. While the butler had been busy hoisting the trunk onto the luggage rack with the driver's help, Itachi had leaned in, kissing Sasuke hotly on the mouth, though it was over in a flash, and Itachi had whispered something about a little playmate before pushing Sasuke forwards.



He'd been surprised to find Naruto waiting nervously in the carriage when he'd stepped in. He supposed it was nice to have company, especially if he had to go back to the goddamn country house. The journey would normally take a bit less than a week, but Itachi had wired ahead, and hired them a relief driver or two, assuring them the journey would only take two days if they didn't stop but for meals. The three of them, Shisui accompanying the boys and serving as escort, would be more than fine.



Sasuke hadn't done that since he was little, and he used to fall asleep in the carriage in his brother's lap, the gentle swaying of the cabin comforting him. It was different now, but it was still nice. He didn't want to let the little brat know that though.