The Flavor of Sin

I don’t own Naruto nor do I make money from it.



AN: This story has so much sex in it. I don’t know if that’s a good thing or a bad thing XD It has a plot, I swear to the Yaoi god, it has a plot. Unbetaed but sent to my beta.



Warnings: threesomes, incest, Yaoi, cursing



The Flavor of Sin



Chapter Eight



“Would you like to join us?” Naruto’s eyes gleamed as he asked the question. He knew without a shadow of a doubt, Itachi wanted this. It was having his cake and eating it too.



He watched as eyes hooded, hiding the lust. Itachi was still fighting it. This wouldn’t work if they fought it. Naruto wanted desperately for it to work. He wanted both men. They wanted each other. Why fight so hard against something being offer to you on a silver plate.



“Please, ‘Tachi. Come touch him.” Naruto lowered the leg from his shoulder. “I’m going to shower. Please?” Naruto left the two for the adjoining bathroom.



It was hard but he understood. He’d had Sasuke all to himself. Now Sasuke needed to find his rhythm with Itachi. It hurt being left out, there was that small niggling feeling. What if Itachi decided Sasuke was enough? Even if he chose only Naruto, he would still have the brotherly bond with Sasuke. Naruto could not say the same.



Watching Naruto leave the room, Sasuke was forced out of his post orgasmic bliss. Shooting a panicked look towards the blond, he watched as the tanned body disappeared. Wide black eyes darted from the bathroom to his brother, still standing in the frame of the bedroom door.



“Itachi…”



Itachi seemed to ignore the words as he shrugged from his suit jacket, tossing it across a nearby chair. His visage was akin to that of a wild cat stalking his prey, stalking Sasuke. It was frightening but at the same time, exhilarating.



Each panting breath from Sasuke’s lips seemed to entrance his brother as he approached. Pale fingers ran through the cooling cum still spattered across his abdomen. The creamy substance dripped from fingertips as Itachi brought it to his lips, his tongue swirling around the digits as if it were the most decadent of sweets.



“Naruto’s right. We need to…talk.” Itachi purred as he drew the saliva coated fingers from his mouth, a small trail of saliva connecting his lips and finger.



“I…’Tachi…I want…” Sasuke stuttered over the words. Words held power and saying them gave Itachi power over him. Without Naruto there to buffer the two, it felt strange. He’d wanted Itachi for so long…lusted for what he thought was beyond his reach. Now, he was on his own with this incredibly sexual being.



“Say it, little brother. I need to hear it.”



“I…w-want y-you.” Sasuke closed his eyes at the words. He didn’t want to see Itachi’s response. Perhaps it made him a coward to say the words. He’d wanted for so long, the harsh pain of denial eased from his chest. Saying the words, vocalizing his need gave him some relief from the formerly all consuming longing.



“Hmm, good little brother.”



Gentle fingers stroked along his arms, tracing the lean muscles. The bed dipped as Itachi settled beside him, mindful not to jostle his leg. It felt nice. Not so much sexual as loving. Lashes fluttered open as the hands lifted to stroke his sweat dampened hair.



His brother’s eyes remained hooded, almost as if he was afraid of Sasuke seeing in those dark depths. The shadowed creases, a physical trait inherited from their father, seemed to deepen the serious appearance of his face. The stark beauty coupled with serious undertone was enough to freeze even the most discerning individual in his or her tracks.



“You are so beautiful, Sasuke.” Itachi ran his fingers down his sternum, causing Sasuke’s breath to still in his chest.



“Not as beautiful as you.” he said, causing Itachi to laugh.



The fingers continued to map out Sasuke’s body, pausing every time his brother’s breath stilled or gasped. Each spot of sensitivity was filed away for later use. He found Sasuke particularly sensitive in the dips of his hips.



“Do you really want this, Sasuke? There is no going back. I don’t give up what’s mine.” Itachi’s fingers continued their gentle stroking as the question hung heavy in the air.



“I want you.”



“Hn. Where do you want me, little brother?”



Sasuke groaned as the sultry voice washed over him, coating him in dark desire. It was the ultimate sin, lusting after one’s blood. Itachi. His image. His charisma. The way he eluded sex with no effort. He wanted it all.



“Everywhere.” he moaned.



He felt the teasing of fingers on the stretched flesh Naruto had just left. His brother was inside of him! Sasuke moaned louder, his hips jerking. He could feel Itachi’s fingers stroking gently here and there, avoiding where he needed it the most.



“Naruto stretched you good. I wonder what he had planned?” Itachi mused, removing his fingers.



Sasuke arched as a tiny scream of annoyance left his lips. He was so desperate. Why did he leave him? “Please.”



“Shhh. Just wait.” Itachi’s hands drifted over his torso, stroking the sweat slicked skin.



More moans spilled from Sasuke’s lips. His cock, a deep red, bobbed angrily between his legs as he tried to find some friction on it. The cast limited his move moments, resulting in louder and louder frustrated whimpers erupting form him.



As Naruto exited the shower, his eyes widened at the sight before him. He’d handed Sasuke to him. Prepared him, primed him, given him the perfect chance to take him; yet here he was, merely stroking his skin while Sasuke thrashed on the bed.



“Ah, Naruto. We were waiting for you.” Itachi stroked his fingers up and down Sasuke’s sternum.



“I gave you this time alone.”



“Mmm, but we don’t want to be left alone. Do we, Sasuke?” Itachi’s purr sent shivers down both Sasuke and Naruto’s body. His voice was made for sex, deep and sultry.



“I-I…”



“You want us both, don’t you Sasuke?” he said, a jerky nod was the only reply his brother could give. “See, Naruto. He wants us both.”



The visible swallow the blond took brought a smirk to Itachi’s lips. “He’s mine, just as you are mine.”



A crook of his finger brought Naruto to the bedside. His entire body quaking. The orgasm he’d just brought himself to in the shower, now a faint memory at the sight of Sasuke. The boy’s body drawn so tight, he had to be in an uncomfortable state.



“Itachi…”



“It seems I was not the only unsure one. I love Sasuke. I have loved him his entire life. I love you, Naruto. I won’t allow you to move to the backstage. You pushed this on me and now you need to pay the piper.” Itachi stood, meandering towards where the younger man stood. “And I’m expensive.”



“I didn’t…”



“You…think too….much…idiot.” panted out Sasuke.



Naruto’s eyes fell on the bed. Sasuke’s eyes were glazed, his fingers digging holes in the sheets. A sheen of sweat coated his skin, causing the light from the single lamp to give him an almost exotic glow.



“I’m not the one ready to have a cock shoved up my ass.”



“That can be changed.” Itachi pushed Naruto until he was braced over the bed, his face inches from Sasuke’s cock.



“Lick him. Don’t let him cum but make him feel good.” Itachi growled as a single finger pressed inside of Naruto.



“Ah!”



“Keep making Sasuke feel good Naruto.” Another finger was introduced, the sound of pleasured whimpering echoed through the room; an accompaniment to the panted groans from Sasuke.



“Just imagine the good times we will have when Sasuke’s cast comes off. Won’t that be fun?” Dual groans was answer enough as he pulled his fingers from Naruto.



Itachi moved away, adjusting Sasuke’s leg to make a cradle of his lap. Guiding Naruto from the throbbing cock, he helped him straddle Sasuke’s hips, always mindful of the cast as well as Sasuke’s comfort.



He lined up Sasuke’s erection with Naruto. The feeling of power, of having control over the pleasure of these two young men was an ultimate high. Sliding to the side, he urged Naruto to lower himself.



Sasuke was nearly mindless at this point. The delightful heat wrapping around him burned him to his very core. If he thought the previous night was pleasurable, tonight by far outweighed it.



Itachi’s hands guided his own, showing him where to touch on Naruto to bring him the most enjoyment. He was enveloped in sensation. The panting breath from Naruto. The heated clutch of him around his arousal. The sultry voice of his brother.



Itachi lowered his lips to suckle on Sasuke’s nipples, alternating between sucks and nips. It was too much and not enough. His hips jerked sporadically as he attempted to persuade Naruto into a faster pace, the cumbersome cast preventing him from taking control. All he could do was feel.



“How does Naruto feel, Sasuke?” Itachi bit hard on his nipple before soothing the sting with his tongue.



“T-Tight.”



“Hmm. As soon as this cast comes off, I’m going to take you. I’m going to be inside you and then maybe Naruto and I will take you at the same time. Wouldn’t you like that?”



Neither answered, both were too busy crying out in ecstasy. Naruto hands clenched at Itachi’s arm as his body bowed back, cum shooting from him, onto Sasuke. The other man didn’t seem to care, his own body shook almost painfully.



Itachi smirked, leaning down to kiss the lax lips of both boys before standing. His own erection ignored for now. He grabbed some water from the bathroom, forcing Sasuke to swallow down a pill.



They should have known better. The boy would probably be more than a little sore tomorrow, especially if Naruto had been working him all day. He smiled at the sight before him. Sasuke was nearly unconscious, Naruto curled to his side like a contented cat.



“Mischievous cat indeed.” murmured Itachi, tossing the sheet over both before moving to the kitchen.



Taking out some steak, he began preparing it while mixing the cilantro garlic sauce. Naruto always joked, saying he should have been a chef instead of a business man. If given the choice, he was uncertain of what he would have made. Now with Sasuke, he remained torn with what he wanted and what he knew he should do. He was playing with fire but he longed for the burn.



“Itachi.”



He turned to see Sasuke leaning heavily against the frame. He left the stove to help his brother to a chair. “You should stay in the bed. I know your leg is hurting.



“The pill is starting to take effect.”



“Hn, you still should be in the bed.”



“Did you mean it?”



“What?”



“That I’m yours. Did you mean it?”



Itachi saw the desperate longing in his brother’s eyes. It bordered on obsession. He didn’t like the place Sasuke had forced himself into. His brother was nearly to the point of self-destruction. He’d seen the signs but ignored them, his own lust blinding him to Sasuke. It wasn’t just lust for Sasuke, though a fare bit of it was. It was desperation to be accepted and loved.



“You will always be mine, Sasuke. No matter our relationship. I will never let anyone hurt you.” He brought his hand his brother’s cheek, stroking the smooth skin containing on the smallest hint of stubble.



Sasuke was lucky like that. Both Uchiha only needed to shave every few days. Perhaps it was genetics or just plain luck. He remembered Sasuke’s childhood complaining about not shaving when all his friends shaved. It was one of the signs of manhood that seemed to skip him. In his eyes then, he wasn’t a man until he could shave.



“I love you, Sasuke. Don’t ever doubt that I do. I need a promise from you.” Itachi dropped his hand and moved to the stove, adjusting the heat to a simmer.



“What is it?”



“If you and Naruto leave this apartment, I want you to use a taxi service. I don’t trust anything that has me as owner.” Itachi began pouring the sauce over the beef and covering it to simmer longer while he checked the spring beans.



“Did you find something out? What happened? Tell me!” Sasuke stood up quickly, losing his balance almost immediately.



Crying out, he braced himself for the pain sure to follow a fall. It never came as Itachi’s arms encircled his waist, preventing him from tumbling to the ground.



“You should be more careful. I won’t always be around to catch you.” The words, spoken directly into his ear, sent shivers down his body.



“Itachi…” He moaned, pressing against his brother, chill bumps covering the skin of his bare chest.



“Don’t tease, Sasuke.” Itachi bit the shell of his ear, tearing a small whimper from his brother.



“Sit. Dinner is ready.” Itachi left, moments later coming back with a drowsy Naruto.



“Sasu, why’d you leave?” Naruto yawned wide, looking like he’d rather be back in bed than eating.



“Because I wanted to talk with Itachi.”



Naruto shrugged before settling beside Itachi, a glass of chocolate milk set before his plate. The youngest of the three happily sipped the cool beverage, earning a smirk from Itachi along with a frown from Sasuke.



“Are you a child?” Sasuke frowned.



“Hmph, you’re just jealous because ’Tachi made me chocolate milk.” Naruto stuck his tongue out at Sasuke, who growled threateningly.



“Moron.”



“Bastard.”



“That’s enough. Sasuke stop trying to rile Naruto. Naruto, stop trying to annoy Sasuke.” Itachi sipped on his wine as the two eyed each other. He half expected them to either start a brawl or fuck.



He tried not to think about the fucking. He was still hard from the earlier play, having not gotten off at all. He probably had the will power of a saint not to have turned one of them over and started pounding into them. Both were stretched, easily ready to be thrown over the table. Bad thoughts!



Forcing his thoughts away from sex, he watched the two young men. They complemented each other so well. Light and dark. Serious and carefree. Yin and yang. It was definitely a sight to behold and one he would gladly watch time and time again.



“Naruto…if you and Sasuke go out, don’t take one of my cars. Don’t trust anyone who says they work for me.” Itachi took another sip of wine, hoping it would calm him.



“Why?”



“I was the target of the would-be killer.”



“What?!” Both cried out in alarm, tears welling in Naruto’s eyes.



“Kisame and I talked today. The Mustang was in my name. The killer assumed I would drive it. It’s highly likely he or she will try again. I want you to be careful who you talk with and where you go. I know you both will start getting cabin fever soon, and as much as I want to lock you up here where you will be safe, I know you Naruto. You would find a way to escape so I will only ask you to be careful. I would die if I lost either of you.” Itachi watched as Naruto jumped from his seat.



The boy was so distraught, he nearly tackled Itachi from his chair, his face buried in Itachi’s neck. “Don’t get hurt…please.”



“Don’t worry, little caramel, I won’t get hurt. I’m more worried about this person coming after you or Sasuke in order to get at me. This is obviously personal and both of you mean the world to me. You‘ll do what I ask?”



Naruto sniffled but lifted his head with a nod, wiping away the dampness on his cheeks. “You won’t do anything stupid will you?”



“I’ll try not to.” Itachi chuckled, lifting him back to his seat.



The remainder of the meal was filled with animated conversation, mostly Naruto talking while Itachi and Sasuke’s input was minimum. They both knew Naruto was trying not to think about what Itachi had told them. He was coping with it the only way he knew how, by talking.



After the dinner plates were washed, the three converged into the living room for a movie. Naruto flipped through the channels, while Sasuke sat quietly, digesting the information Itachi provided. Only an idiot would think Itachi ever drove the mustang. It was a gift to Sasuke. His brother had probably never road in it, much less drove it.



The movie started; Sasuke on one side of Itachi, Naruto on the other. For the first thirty minutes or so, it was quiet, Naruto nuzzling against Itachi like a kitten. Sasuke found it adorable now that he wasn’t on the outside looking in.



When Naruto started nuzzling Itachi’s neck, he watched amazed as his brother tilted his head back in pleasure. With arched brow, he realized this was probably how every movie the two watched ended. No wonder the couch was used so often. They never made it to the bedroom.



Desperate to join in, Sasuke watched as Naruto continued to nip and suck. Itachi’s eyes were closed, his lips parted ever so slightly. He looked thoroughly fuck-able. He wanted Itachi to moan and purr for him. He wanted to show him Naruto wasn’t the only one who could please him.



Pressing closer, he trailed his fingers down to the revived erection Itachi now sported. He smirked as his brother released a low groan; the sound spurring him on.



Naruto saw the action, and not one to be outdone, unbuttoned Itachi’s shirt to suck on his chest. His lips sucked red spots across the toned flesh, pausing over each pink nipple, puckered for attention.



Sasuke’s nimble fingers loosened the belt before tugging open his brother’s trousers. The thick erection tented the loose boxers, pre-cum dampening the front. He smiled deviously, lowering his head to suck the damp area. He was careful to keep his lips from the cock, only sucking the boxers.



“God Sasuke…Naruto…” Itachi panted out, his hips arching desperately into Sasuke’s teasing. “You will be the death of me.”



“Hehe…We don’t want to kill you.” Naruto said between kisses.



“We just want you to feel good.” Sasuke purred before tugging the boxers away to reveal the red head of his brother’s arousal.



Not wanting to waste time admiring it, Sasuke dipped down to suckle the tip. This was the first chance he’d had to suck his brother. Always it seemed Itachi was pleasuring him. This was a chance he couldn’t refuse; a chance to pleasure him.



“’Tachi, you taste so good.” moaned Sasuke, his tongue probing the tip in order to seek out more flavor.



Itachi’s hips jerked as Sasuke engulfed the entire head in his mouth. The heat was phenomenally amazing. Sasuke used the perfect amount of suction. It seemed like mere seconds before he was pushed to the edge by the two boys pleasuring his body. The feel of two sets of lips and four hands sent him over the edge. Lights danced behind the lids of his eyes as he grunted in pleasure, falling into delicious oblivion.



Sasuke lifted his lips, a stream of cum escaping to dribble down his chin. Naruto glanced up, desire harsh in his eyes. His hand shot out, pulling him upward until their lips met. He groaned at the taste of Itachi on Sasuke’s lips. He’d always loved Itachi’s taste, and now he loved the taste when coupled with Sasuke’s flavor.



Sasuke was sin incarnate. He could breath and Naruto wanted to take him. It must be an Uchiha gene. Itachi possessed the same one. Men should not be allowed to be that sexy. I went against the very law of nature, in Naruto’s opinion. He was only comforted by the fact that both these absolutely gorgeous men were his.



Despite the heavy sexual play, Sasuke leaned back from the kiss. He released a yawn, slumping against Itachi. Naruto grinned as he ran his fingers through midnight tresses. “Looks like someone is sleepy.”



“A little.” Sasuke yawned again. That damn medicine left him so drowsy most of the time.



“Lets take him to bed, Itachi.”



Itachi nodded, assisting his brother to his feet. Naruto shut down the television before following the two towards the master bedroom. Sasuke groaned as he was lowered to the bed. His muscles ached slightly from all the ‘exercise’ he’d gone through today. He hoped tomorrow was a bit slower paced or he might not survive it.



“Good night, Itachi…Naruto.” murmured Sasuke as he curled his body into Itachi.



Naruto grinned, happily curling his own body onto Itachi’s other side. He would have liked to curl up to Sasuke, but the cast made maneuvering into a comfortable position a chore. There would be plenty of time to curl up with him once the cast was removed. He could wait to experience all the fun they would have.



“Goodnight, Sasuke.”



To be continued.