D/s Naruto

Chapter 6 (Friday 15 June 2007, evening)

Itachi’s cell phone vibrated at his waist. He kept listening to Maito Gai’s string of apologies over his sub’s peeing on the foyer floor and his inane comments on the summer weather, the food, and assorted other crap, as he glanced down—Kisame. Fuck! Those cameras better be working, and Sasuke better be suffering, or Itachi would make him sub to Gai. Trust Sasuke to have made a scene that required him to spend time with Gai. Jesus, he hated the fucker with his hideous fashion sense. No gay man should have such incredibly shitty taste in clothing. Green spandex turtlenecks—Gai should be shot.

“Sorry, Gai, it’s my partner, Kisame—got to take this call,” said Itachi, turning and leaving Gai, not caring if he took offense. Shit—maybe he should just be rude to Gai all the time, so he would resign his membership? Itachi filed that idea away as he walked into the kitchens, answering Kisame.

“What the fuck is it?” To his shock he heard Kisame moan. “Kisame!” The moan was louder, and, now Itachi had the sense it was sexual. He stiffened in his pants, dashed into his little office off the kitchens, and leaned back against the door. “Kisame—talk to me!”

“Itachi,” said Kisame in that voice like Barry White’s, “Itachi, it’s so fucking hot, baby. Get down here, now, baby.”

“Kisame,” breathed Itachi.

“Baby, I’ll call Sasori at the bar and have him take over, but get down here, now, baby,” he said and hung up. Itachi hurried out to the elevator and took it down to the basement. Almost no one knew that the tall black man was his lover—yes, lover, not sub or dom. With his black, black skin, Kisame was more black than brown—almost a dark grey-black. He rarely talked to anyone, but his voice could be like pure sex turned into sound. Once, in Chicago on a stolen vacation together to visit Kisame’s family, Kisame had sung Barry White in a karaoke bar and practically caused a riot. They had gone out and fucked in an alley.

Itachi got out of the elevator and ran to the video control room. He stopped in the doorway in shock. His lover was laying back in the big black leather swivel chair, his grey sweat pants gone. His grey track jacket was unzipped. The platinum chain with the big Megalodon tooth (from the biggest prehistoric shark species ever) hung against his chest between erect nipples. Kisame’s huge cock was fully erect and already wet at the tip.

“Baby,” said Kisame—but the sound of Sasuke screaming “Naruto” made Itachi look at the video screens around the room. Itachi’s mouth fell open, and his eyes bugged out. Naruto was fucking Sasuke bareback, fucking him through the floor, and Sasuke—Sasuke was crying!

Itachi could see the tears on his face. Then a loud sob—and Kisame, Itachi, and Naruto were transfixed by it. Itachi watched his brother’s face with the tears on it as Naruto lowered his head to lick the back of his neck. That expression that Itachi knew meant Sasuke was going to cum appeared, and then Sasuke came with a loud sobbing moan.

Jesus. Fucking. Christ.

Sasuke never cried, he teared or dripped. He never moaned, he grunted.

Itachi kicked off his shoes and pulled at his pants and underwear, getting them off one leg but somehow not off the other. He threw himself on his lover, his arms on the back of the black chair, his legs over the arms of the chair. Kisame adjusted him, pushing his cockhead in Itachi’s ass, and then slammed him down. Itachi threw back his head, moaning, and the ear piece of his phone flew off and smashed somewhere. Kisame was bucking up into his ass, and Itachi’s arms slid from the chair back to his lover’s shoulders. His head came forward, resting on that grey wool beanie of Kisame’s, his long hair spilling over and around them.

He slammed down on his lover’s cock and found his mouth. Then for a while he forgot everything, but Kisame, kissing Kisame, his Kisame. But the sound of spanking filled the little room of video monitors—oh, fuck, Naruto was spanking Sasuke. Kisame’s hands found Itachi’s nipples, and he moaned.

Oh, god, Sasuke was stripping. Kisame moved Itachi, turning him, so he was sitting on his lover’s lap, Kisame's cock up his ass, his head back against Kisame’s chest. Kisame held Itachi to him and whispered in his ear, “Watch, watch your little brother strip for his spanking, my little pervert.”

They watched together, Itachi slowly riding Kisame. When Naruto said, “Pull your cheeks apart for me, little cream pie,” Itachi almost came, but Kisame’s hand gripped his cock tightly, painfully. Then Naruto shoved that big huge butt plug in little Sasuke’s reddened ass, and Kisame and Itachi both moaned. Kisame stood up abruptly. “Bend over, hands on the counter, Itachi,” ordered Kisame.

Itachi assumed the position, even as he watched his brother moving the mirror in the room with no numbers, wincing. Then his lover threw off his track jacket and positioned himself behind Itachi. Itachi ignored the video, looking at the reflection on the screen of his lover behind him, the big shark tattoo over his heart now visible. Then Kisame began to pound into him, and Itachi lost himself in their sex.

`God, oh, god—Kisame, Kisame—my love,’ thought Itachi, `my secret love.’ His parents knew he was gay, knew he was a deviant, and knew he had made Sasuke one too. They lived with that. But if he openly took a black man as his lover, his life mate, they would financially destroy him, racists that they were. And without money, without his club, Sasuke would leave him and go god knows where. Sasuke, Sasuke, his beloved little brother who hated him, who made Itachi’s life miserable because sick as he was, he still couldn’t bring himself to fuck his brother like he had wanted to all his life.

“Jesus, Itachi, look, look,” said Kisame, pulling at his long hair. He look up at the screen and saw his brother crying, licking Naruto’s cock, sucking it like he’d never seen Sasuke suck cock. Itachi cried out and came hard. Kisame jerked Itachi back against his body, holding him as he came. Spent, Itachi slumped against him, watching his brother ripping at Naruto’s pants. Kisame raised his hand covered with Itachi’s cum and licked some from his hand. Itachi moaned.

“Lean over, again, Tachi-kun, lean over, baby,” he said in that voice that always make Itachi weak. He leaned on the counter, feeling dazed, shocked. On the screens in front of him, his brother was now trying to deepthroat Naruto. Kisame stroked into him, in time with each duck of Sasuke’s head. Then, just as it looked like Sasuke succeeded in taking Naruto’s cock down his throat, the three of them came. Itachi cursed as he felt Kisame fill him.

Fuck, he’d forgot about condoms, and he was at the club. Sure, Sasori was in charge. But no one at the club knew he and Kisame were lovers. No one knew he was uke to Kisame’s seme. But a cum-dribbling asshole just about made that clear to everyone. He had to walk out of the club at some point—it never closed. He’d have to clean himself out in here.

Fuck.

Both of the Uchiha brothers were little cream pies tonight.