The Flavor of Sin

Warning: threesomes, sex, angst.







The Flavor of Sin



Chapter Seven



Itachi’s eyes were slow to open. He felt odd. Not the odd feeling that came from drinking nor the feeling that came from illness. No, Itachi felt odd because as he opened his eyes, he was greeted with the sight of his arms linked with Naruto’s. Both were wrapped around Sasuke’s body, sandwiching him snugly between their frames.



Each exhale of breath from Sasuke’s lips ruffled the strands of Itachi’s hair draped over his shoulder. For a split second, he was confused. Sleep still hung heavily in his mind. Then, the memories of the previous night came crashing down on him. His tongue unconsciously licked his lips, recalling the taste of his brother. He longed for another chance to savor Sasuke. Already, his cock hardened in excitement of tasting the forbidden once more.



Glancing towards the window, the sky was barely beginning to lighten with the coming of dawn. The grey morning, overcast with threats of rain, was the perfect day to lay in bed with his…brother and lover? His two lovers? Itachi couldn’t decide. He wasn’t even sure he should have done what he did last night. It was just so wonderful, having Naruto take the lead in such an erotic way. It was because of Naruto that he was even here, laying in this bed with Sasuke.



Naruto was like a buffer between the two brothers. His cheerful nature was only topped by his determination. When Naruto set his mind to something, he went after it with the tenacity of a bulldog.



“What should I do?” he whispered the words, his arms unconsciously tightening around his brother. He didn’t want to leave and face the reality that he had done the unthinkable. In the eyes of society, he had tasted the forbidden fruit. He was a deviant, taking advantage of his brother.



“Go to work.” came the sleepy reply.



Glancing over Sasuke’s still form, he locked eyes with his sleepy blond bedmate. Naruto nuzzled his face into Sasuke’s neck before beginning to doze again. Itachi couldn’t help but chuckle at the kittenish way his lover acted when woken from sleep. He didn’t think he’d ever met anyone as loving of sleep as Naruto.



“What will you do all day?” he asked as he sat up slowly, stretching his sleep heavy muscles.



“Fuck Sasuke.” Naruto mumbled.



“Then maybe I should call in.” Itachi’s eyes were gleaming with lust at the thought of one of his personal fantasies coming true. He’d always liked the thought of watching Naruto and Sasuke fuck. You could say it was a secret kink of his. Maybe, watching Naruto fuck Sasuke or be fucked by Sasuke would be enough to satisfy his own darker desires. An inner voice told him he was only delaying the inevitable.



“Go to work. We wont do…much.” Naruto groggily flicked his hand towards Itachi in a dismissive manner before curling up next to Sasuke.



Sasuke mumbled in his sleep but didn’t waken; something Itachi was very grateful for. He wasn’t sure he was ready to face his brother just yet. He was still confused about what happened the night before and his own response to it. He had no doubt he would have been inside his brother had not his injury been a factor.



“Stop thinking. I can almost hear it.” Naruto grumbled again, making Itachi smile. Naruto had that effect on him. He could make him smile even when things seemed dark.



“As you wish.” He smiled before leaving the two to sleep.



A couple of hours later, Sasuke awoke. The feel of a body cuddled up to him was strange. He never let Sai cuddle up to him after fucking. Sitting up slowly, mindful of his annoying cast, he stared at the blond nuzzling his pillow. A small trickle of drool pooled on the cotton, dampening the material. Despite the fact Naruto was a grown man, he looked…cute. His cheeks were flushed with sleep; black lashes fluttered on pink cheeks as he smiled a little at whatever dream he was having.



Easing away from the bed with as much grace he could muster, which wasn’t much considering he had what felt like fifty pounds of plaster wrapped around the entirety of his leg, he pulled himself to his feet. He couldn’t wait until the damn thing came off. If the annoyance of dragging the thing around wasn’t bad enough, the itching was nearly unbearable.



Trying to be silent, he eased from the room. Cursing himself for forgetting his crutches, Sasuke pulled himself, using the wall for balance. An ache was developing in his back to accompany the one never leaving his leg. The need to pause every few steps to rest was another annoyance.



Once in the kitchen, he panted lightly as he leaned heavily against the door. His good leg burned with the effort it took to make his way to the kitchen. Now that he was there, he debated on what to fix.



It would be a cold breakfast seeing as he was too unstable on his feet to actually stand in front of the stove. His grumbling stomach told him it didn’t care what he fixed as long as it was filling. Focusing on satisfying his stomach allowed him to not think about his brother and Naruto. The feel of Itachi’s mouth on his cock…he groaned feeling his knee go weak. When Naruto had joined in, his body had gone into sensory over load.



Gripping the counter until his fingers went white, Sasuke closed his eyes as he fought back the rush of lust that coursed through his body at the memory. He was so hot, it was almost unbearable. Slender, slightly muscular arms encircled his waist, bringing a gasp of surprise to his lips.



“You think loudly, just like your brother. I never know what you two are thinking but the noise it makes is nearly deafening.” smiled Naruto into Sasuke’s nape. He’d felt the moment the younger Uchiha had slid from the bed. He’d missed the warmth provided by a bed partner.



“Naruto…I…” Sasuke stuttered over the words, he still didn’t know what to say.



“Hmm, I can fix breakfast if you like.” Naruto tugged Sasuke towards the table before setting about gathering eggs, tomatoes, onions, and cheese.



Sasuke watched in amazement as his brother’s lover fixed a very delicious looking omelet for both of them. He hadn’t realized Naruto was so knowledgeable of cooking. The other turned and grinned. “Itachi taught me the basics and I took a cooking class.”



Sasuke smiled a little. Naruto was full of surprises. The remainder of the breakfast was quiet. He didn’t feel like small talk. In fact, just the thought of talking about what happened the night before brought a blush to his cheeks. Naruto didn’t seem the least bit bothered by the events of the night. If Sasuke wanted to hazard a guess, he would say Naruto seemed happy about it. Was he doing this for Itachi or for some other reason?



And so they sat quietly, enjoying the breakfast but not speaking. “Sasuke…what are you thinking?”



Glancing up from his empty plate, Sasuke stared into bright blue eyes. They twinkled with an inner light he never seen in another person. How could he explain to Naruto that last night had been one of the most satisfying sexual experiences of his life? How could he tell him that despite that, he felt like a deviant because of it. He wanted to be fucked by his brother. He wanted to be fucked by his brother’s lover. He wanted to be fucked by both of them at the same time.



It was like spreading salt on an already open wound. How could he explain that to Naruto who appeared to not see any problem with the arrangement? He could only imagine the looks from his friends if they found out. Even Sai, as understanding as he was, was a bit disturbed with the unnatural desire Sasuke held for Itachi. The dark thoughts seemed to grow until Sasuke felt as if he was going mad.



“I’d rather not say.”



“You can’t keep this bottled up inside.” Hands reached up, bringing him face to face with concerned blue eyes. “Talk to me.”



Pulling away, Sasuke stared at the floor, tracing the designs with his eyes. What did Naruto know? Scoffing at the blond, Sasuke stood slowly before making his way towards the living room. Already his body ached from the strain of the morning.



“Sasuke, what are you afraid of?” Naruto was beside him on the couch, earning a glare from the younger Uchiha.



Pushing him away, Sasuke stared at nothing, trying to ignore the way Naruto smelled and felt. “You wouldn’t understand.”



“Try me.”



“He’s my fucking brother. We have the same parents. We have the same blood. Hell, you can not deny the family resemblance.” Sasuke’s face was drawn up in a frown, his lips turned down.



“If you love each other…”



“It’s not about if I love him or not. It’s about how people will look at us when they find out.” Sasuke leaned his head back against the sofa. Naruto didn’t have to worry about this. Granted people would look down on him for being in a relationship with two brothers but it was still within acceptable limits. Incest was not. To be in a sexual relationship with one’s brother was just not acceptable.



“Why do you care what people think?” Naruto asked quietly.



“Itachi needs to. He’s in the business world. His every move could be monitored by rival businesses. He could lose partners or clients because of us.” Sasuke rubbed the ache that was forming behind his eyes.



“I think you should leave Itachi’s business to Itachi. If you worry about everything, you will worry yourself into the grave.” Naruto smiled as dark eyes opened to blink at him.



“Hn, well maybe you are just too stupid to realize the implications if anyone found out.” grunted Sasuke, resorting to name calling to force Naruto into seeing things his way.



“And maybe you are too much of a bastard to care about your brother and his feelings. All you care about is yourself. No one would know unless you told them. You are just too chicken shit to take what you want.” Sasuke’s face grew dark at Naruto’s words.



He reached forward, grabbing the collar of his shirt to pull him until they were face to face. “Is this what you want? Do you know how often I have jerked off to the sight of you and Itachi fucking like rabbits? Do you know how often I have let Sai fuck me raw just so I can imagine what it is like to be taken by Itachi. I ache in every part of my being for things that I can’t have. I feel empty.”



A tear, followed by another, trickled down Sasuke’s cheek. His aching leg had nothing on the pain that coursed through his heart. He wanted so many things. They were kept from his hands. Now, they were dangled once more before him and he was afraid; afraid to reach for them only to have them snatched once more from his grasp.



“Sasuke, don’t cry. We moved too fast. I didn’t want to lose this chance.” Naruto paused for a moment before speaking again. “I’ll tell you something. Itachi doesn’t know I know but some times he pretends I’m you. He said your name once and then, I knew. I was so jealous of you at first, that he could want you even though he said he loved me. After awhile I found myself watching you and wanting you too. You are so different from Itachi.”



Sasuke watched Naruto. Those blue eyes that normally held such mirth darkened under the seriousness of the conversation. Itachi had used Naruto as Sasuke did Sai. “Why do you want me? It’s your right to have Itachi.”



For a moment, Sasuke wanted to run at the intensity in those eyes. They burned into him. “I wish I could say it was to keep Itachi happy but that’s not the entire truth. I want you because you interest me. Until I met Itachi, I lived on the street. I was a day or two from selling my body to buy food when Orochimaru found me. I’d never given thought to love or sex. There were more important things. Now, I have a choice in who and what I desire. I don’t love you, Sasuke…but, I’d like to.”



“This will never work. Itachi is too possessive. Eventually, someone will get hurt.” Sasuke stared for a long time at his clenched hands. He was torn. He didn’t know who he was more afraid of being hurt, himself or Naruto. That, in itself, confused him. He had grown attached too Naruto.



“How do you know if you don’t try. Am I not desirable enough for you? Is it only Itachi you really want?” Naruto inched closer, his hands grabbing Sasuke’s clenched fists. “Do you only want Itachi?”



Sasuke closed his eyes at the whispered question. He should go lock himself in his room. No good could come of this and yet; he wanted Naruto to know just how depraved he was. “No.”



“So, you do want me?”



“I don’t want you to be hurt.”



“That’s not what I asked.”



“Fuck, yes I want you.” Sasuke closed his eyes. Why did Naruto have to be so insistent? It wasn’t until he felt a gentle brush on his lips did he realize Naruto had moved. Opening his eyes, he watched as Naruto kissed him again, just as delicately as before. It was almost like a first kiss one would give a date. There was no forcefulness. It was light, little more than the brushing of lips.



“Wha…?”



“Shhh, this is the way we should have done it last night. I pushed Itachi and you.” Naruto gently kissed Sasuke again, his teeth carefully nibbling at his lip. “I won’t do anything you don’t want. It’s just you and me.”



Naruto ran his hands down Sasuke’s slender frame. The two were nearly identical in size, Sasuke being slightly taller. In the last few months, Naruto had put on more weight but still remained a bit on the slim size, most likely due to a lifetime of near starvation. Grabbing the hem of the younger Uchiha’s shirt, he pulled the soft material over his head.



Pert little nipples the color of light coral peaked at him. Like his brother, Sasuke’s skin was an attractive cream color, so unlike Naruto’s own caramel hue. Nuzzling Sasuke’s jaw, he trailed his hands slowly down the chest causing chill bumps to rise on the pale skin.



Moaning, Sasuke was swept away by the gentle touches. This seemed so unlike Naruto and he was glad Itachi was at work. He wanted understand what he felt. His long seated lust for his brother would cloud his mind. He needed this time with Naruto. What he felt for both was powerful, deeply intertwined. He wanted to understand both sides of this forbidden lust.



Naruto was of the same mind. He wanted to experience Sasuke. He was deeply in tune to Itachi’s needs and desires, but what of Sasuke? Didn’t he deserve the same. Last night, he was ashamed to say, was not about Sasuke. It was about Naruto and Itachi. It was about them satisfying what they wanted.



His hands drifted over the tone abdomen, dipping in the navel before teasing the coarse hair that began to trail southward. His fingers played through the dark hair before once again drifting up the tone chest. His skin was like Itachi’s, very few, if any blemishes. Nearly perfect.



“You’re perfect.” Sasuke moaned at the words. He’d had several lovers, none had ever called him perfect.



Unlike the night before, his desire was at a low boil. It was there but he didn’t feel rushed. The heat rose but he wasn’t controlled by it. The absence of Itachi did nothing to take away from the heat created between the two.



“Naruto…” Sasuke gasped as those lips sucked a pink nipple.



“Yes, Sasuke?” asked Naruto, releasing his treat.



“I…oh, Christ…I can’t think.” panted out Sasuke as Naruto rubbed the palm of his hand down the front of Sasuke’s loose pants.



“You don’t need to think.” Naruto bit down on the nipple as his hand darted in the waistband of the lounge pants, encircling Sasuke’s erection. “I want you so much.”



Straddling Sasuke’s good leg, Naruto loosened his own pants. Pressing close, both men groaned as their erections rubbed against each other.



It felt so good, Sasuke was putty in Naruto’s hands. It was all he could do to hold onto what little control he had left. Arching up as much as his injured leg would allow, his hands grappled with Naruto’s hips, pulling him closer. The increase of friction was divine. He shouldn’t have been this close but the touch of Naruto so intimately was sending him into the abyss filled with pleasure.



Naruto’s fingers held the two organs together as he ground against the other. It felt so good, the way the two cocks slid against each other. His neck arched back, little whimpering cries escaping once more.



“It’s just the two of us now. Are you thinking about Itachi?” Naruto ground out the question as his own orgasm rose. He was paying for the slow touching and teasing of earlier. His body arched a little as Sasuke’s hand joined his own, pressing the two erect cocks even tighter.



The mixing of pre-cum slicked the skin, making them glide easily against each other. “No…not Itachi.” gasped Sasuke.



Moaning, Naruto began thrusting into their joined hands. He’d started off as the teaser but soon became the teased. “Good…when it’s just…us. Think…only of…me.”



Sasuke was unable to reply, his body jerked spasmodically as cum shot up onto his chest. Throwing back his head, Naruto was quick to follow; his own cum mixing with Sasuke’s. It was a powerful orgasm and at the same time, fulfilling.



It wasn’t just sex. The two young men connected. Naruto showed Sasuke that it didn’t have to be about two people, that there was room in his and Itachi’s bed for Sasuke.



“Sasuke, we made a mess.” groaned Naruto as he wiped the drying cum from the pale abdomen.



“Hn.” Unlike the night before, this seemed less rushed. It was not a battle but a truce between lovers. He wondered off handedly, how Itachi would fit into this new equation. Would it feel as natural as this morning with Naruto or would Sasuke be left feeling like the third wheel?



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Itachi entered his office the same as usual. His secretary prepared his coffee and messages. For the first hour, he dictated which meetings he would accept and which he wanted to postpone. All this, he did on autopilot. Though he was fully aware of what he was saying, a part of Itachi’s brain still attempted to wrap his mind around what he’d done the previous night.



Now that he was alone in his office, he sat staring at his computer monitor. For what seemed like an eternity, he’d longed for Sasuke. Even when they were young, a small part of him considered Sasuke his property. As they grew older, Itachi buried that feeling of desire; burning through lovers as a child did candy. Some acquired through less than legal means.



Naruto was the only one who captured his heart. He was like a breath of fresh air, soothing his more aggressive tendencies. Naruto’s presence in his life was beneficial to him in more ways than just an option to relieve sexual tension. His quick mind and ready desire to learn made him a worthy opponent in discussions. His impish nature brought light hearted humor to his life, even more endearing Naruto to him.



But last night, Naruto had done what he’d have never imagined. He’d instigated the sexual encounter with Sasuke. Directing Itachi’s movements, encouraging him to touch Sasuke. He’d brought him pleasure by simply being in the room. Naruto was a catalyst to both Uchiha men. He drove their own desires higher and in turn, was himself driven higher.



Things were so complicated with Sasuke. There was the taboo of him being his brother. There was no denying their relation. Any showing of affection would need to be kept hidden behind closed doors.



Itachi had always preferred to keep his relationships private but it would be even more of a strain on Sasuke. If they ever went out in public, hiding what they were to each other might begin to wear on his brother. He might long for more.



“Mr. Uchiha?” His secretary’s voice echoed through the intercom.



“Yes?”



“A Mr. Hoshigaki is on line one.”



“Thank you.” Itachi picked up his phone before pressing the switch.



“Kisame, to what do I owe the pleasure of this call. Do you have any news on who cut the lines?”



“Hello to you too. Sasori is busy, that’s why I’m making the call. Sasori will probably call you later with the more specifics but we figured you would want to know as soon as possible if something came up.” Kisame’s deep voice purred through the phone.



“How astute of you, Kisame.”



“Arrogant as ever, Itachi.”



“Hn. I’m waiting on pins and needles for what you have got for me.”



“Well, it turns out, whoever wanted the little runt dead, was extremely lucky. I mean, they didn’t even cover their tracks very well but we can’t find shit over the internet about it. I looked at the police reports and its the work of an amateur but they don’t have any suspects…at all. If it was a hired person, they got fucking lucky.” The sound of chips being crunched grated on Itachi’s nerves.



“It bothers me that they have no suspects. Could the moneyman be paying off the police?”



“Maybe, but if he or she is, they aren’t leaving a visible trail. Like I said, stupid and lucky.”



“Anything else?” Itachi rubbed his eyes. This was not the news he’d hoped for. He was no closer to finding Sasuke’s would be murderer than he was when he’d involved Sasori and Kisame.



“Yeah, now this is just a hypothesis Sasori came up with. I’m not sure I believe it. Seems a little far fetched and no one can be that stupid but you never know with these amateurs. You do know that Sasuke’s car is in your name?” Kisame stretched his hands above his head, the sound of the stretch audible to Itachi.



“Yes, both vehicles are in my name.”



“Well, I think that this guess might lean more towards stupid criminal. I don’t think the person that did this realized you had a brother. They either didn’t research or assumed you would drive both vehicles since they are in your name. The runt’s car was a sports car. Chances are pretty good that when you are driving in a sports car, you are going to be going over the speed limit. Hell, I would.”



“Ah, I see. The reason the Mustang was tampered with instead of the Mercedes was not because one belonged to Sasuke and the other to me but because chances of injury would be more likely if driving the Mustang.” Itachi brought a hand to his jaw, his mind whirling with the possibility.



“Yep. That was Sasori’s assessment. He told me to tell you that it was only a guess. There is no hard evidence to conclude Sasuke wasn’t the target but if I were you, I’d start watching my ass. At least until we can dig up something more concrete. Sasori wants you to compile a list of anyone that might have a grudge against you. He’ll start cross checking bank accounts.” Kisame took a swallow of beer.



“I’ll see what I can do. Thank Sasori for me. I’ll be in touch.” Itachi placed the phone on the hook without waiting for a reply.



This made things a bit more complicated. If he was the intended mark, the criminal must not have researched anything past what was registered to him. This put a new spin on things.



It was no secret he had enemies. Most people in his position did but the question was, who was upset enough to actually try to kill him. Itachi was not the type of person who died easily, even when exposed. Covert assassinations would be the least likely to work. Was this about revenge or something else?



Finishing up his work, Itachi left for home. He’d already arranged for better security in his apartment and office. Walking into his apartment, he arched a brow. This was the second day Naruto failed to greet him at the door. Putting down his briefcase and coat, he paused at the moan coming from Sasuke’s room.



Opening the door, he smirked to find Sasuke sprawled naked on the bed in obvious dishevelment. Naruto had Sasuke’s good leg on his shoulder as he fingered Sasuke, drawing some of the most beautiful sounds from his brother.



Each and ever sound went to his loins as dark eyes opened before locking on him. He watched in amazement as pale hips jerked spasmodically, cum shooting from the tip.



“Fuck, Sasuke. I didn’t realize you were that close.” panted Naruto as he withdrew his fingers.



“Is this what the two of you have been doing all day?”



“Not all day.” grinned Naruto as he stepped away from Sasuke to kiss Itachi. “Would you like to join us?”



To be continued