Untitled

Naruto is not mine. I hope you read that this is M/M/M and has explicit sex...

The air from the main hall of the Uchiha mansion was stifling, forcing Sasuke to leave in search for a quieter place in which he could continue to be his predictably stoic self.

Sakura’s insistence on throwing him a birthday party had resulted in a large gathering at his house which he would rather escape. Sure, after some sake the Uchiha had lightened up a bit and even succeeded in enjoying himself somewhat, but there was really only so much socializing Sasuke could take.

Sasuke found himself entering the smaller adjoining room only to realize that he had walked in on a tense conversation between Neji and Gaara.

The two were seated around a small table, a bottle of sake between them. It was clear that both of them had consumed enough alcohol to cloud their judgment. Sasuke was surprised they had yet to notice him come into the room. Rather than making his presence known, Sasuke watched from the corner of the room as Neji threw back another shot and chuckled softly.

“Don’t think so highly of yourself, Gaara.”

Gaara was glaring daggers at Neji while the Hyuuga held that knowing smirk on his face. Sasuke leaned back against the wall, amused and anticipating the turn of events. A drunken fight between Sabaku no Gaara and Hyuuga Neji should be an interesting event, though the damages to his house might be a problem.

“You wouldn’t dare touch me, Hyuuga.”

There was a moment where it seemed that Neji was going to let Gaara have the last word, but instead, the Hyuuga threw his long hair behind him, pushed back his chair, stood up calmly and walked around table, waiting for Gaara to stand as well.

The faint scraping sound of Gaara’s chair on the marble floor could be heard over the noise in the next room. He hoisted the strap of his gourd higher onto his shoulder and moved to stand directly facing Neji.

From Sasuke’s spot in the corner of the room, Neji’s back was to him with Gaara standing a couple feet in front of the Hyuuga. Sasuke was contemplating moving along the wall for a better view before he saw Neji suddenly step forward, his face only inches away from Gaara’s.

Sasuke narrowed his eyes, trying hard to see what was going on in the dim lighting of the room. Neji, being taller than Gaara, was completely blocking the smaller man from view.

“You dare me to touch you?” he heard Neji murmur, a threat and an invitation all in one, wrapped into the silkiness of Neji’s tone.

Before Gaara could answer, Neji had placed a hand behind Gaara’s neck and pulled him in for a kiss. Unlike the harsh words they had shared earlier, the kiss was tentative, soft and exploring. Neji’s lips softly brushed Gaara’s lips, challenging him to return the caress, a challenge that Gaara met willingly.

Sasuke could see, with Neji’s head now at an angle to accommodate the kiss, that Gaara had his eyes closed, openly kissing the Hyuuga with a hand tangled in Neji’s hair.

“Tch,” Sasuke rolled his eyes at the couple, something that was decidedly un-Sasuke-like, but he had come to the conclusion that the situation warranted something as silly as an eyeroll.

If Neji and Gaara hadn’t secretly been pining for each other for over a year, Sasuke would have been surprised at the sudden turn of events. However, the truth was quite the opposite, and anyone in their right mind could see that this was bound to happen. Since he didn’t think that any fighting would ensue, Sasuke pushed himself off the wall only to be stopped by the violent shove that Gaara gave Neji.

The Hyuuga stumbled back a few feet, putting him within arms reach of Sasuke.

Are they that drunk that they haven’t noticed me yet?

“Fuck you, Hyuuga.” Gaara’s voice cut through the room like a cold knife.

Neji stood there unable to speak, his chest still heaving from the earlier kiss that they had shared.

Sasuke reassumed his position at the wall. Maybe there’s going to be a fight after all. His amused expression was suddenly met by Gaara’s sizzling glare.

“Did you like what you saw, Uchiha?”

Shit. This was not what he wanted. He had wanted to watch Neji and Gaara fight, not be dragged into the battle. He had already fought Gaara, and one fight with the Sand nin was enough for his lifetime.

Sasuke stood rooted to his place against the wall. His alcohol-addled brain prevented him from forming a smart-ass comment that could potentially save him from the impending battle. He inwardly sighed. At least he and Neji could try and team up…

Sasuke watched as Gaara slowly stalked toward Neji, sand seeping out of his gourd and swirling menacingly at his feet. Gaara lashed out and shoved Neji again, pushing him against Sasuke.

“Is that how it’s going to be, Gaara?” Sasuke taunted. “A shoving match?”

But before he could move out from behind Neji, Gaara had closed the distance on them, both hands shoving Neji’s shoulder blades sharply into Sasuke’s chest.

“I asked you,” Gaara ground out, “if you liked what you saw, Uchiha.” Gaara’s voice was dangerous, but Sasuke realized too late that his eyes were heated with lust.

As if to remind Sasuke a third time of his question, Gaara leaned in and captured Neji’s lips with his, making sure that Sasuke could see every moment of their kiss.

Sasuke failed to react to the fact that Neji was kissing back, or that the Hyuuga was still painfully pressed against him, effectively pinning him to the wall.

All he saw was Neji’s wet bottom lip being pulled into Gaara’s mouth, Gaara’s tongue coming out to softly lick Neji, and Neji’s lips parting to take in the offered tongue.

Sasuke swallowed hard. His own tongue seemed heavy in his mouth.

His cock twitched against Neji’s ass.

Neji slowly pulled back from the kiss, intoxicating Sasuke with the musky scent of his long black hair.

Neji smiled slyly at Gaara. “I think he does like it. If I’m not mistaken, he likes it very much.”

Gaara smirked in response, and moved to suck on Neji’s exposed neck. Sasuke heard Neji’s sharp intake of breath, the hiss that he slowly let out and the almost inaudible sound of Gaara’s lips on Neji’s skin.

Sasuke bit his lip. His breathing was becoming shallow.

Gods, I must be really drunk. That’s the only rational reason why this is turning me on.

Gaara’s eyes opened briefly and locked with his. Sasuke glared at him. He didn’t like the unvoiced challenge that Gaara’s green eyes gave him. Sasuke shot him a look as if to say ‘I am NOT taking a part in this.’

Gaara merely quirked his eyebrows, or a gesture equal to that if he actually had eyebrows, and moved up to Neji’s ear. He made sure that Sasuke saw his tongue slowly outline the shell of the Hyuuga’s ear. He made sure to lick his lips before taking in Neji’s earlobe. And he made sure to suck hard so that Neji’s groan reverberated throughout the room.

Sasuke didn’t notice that Gaara was no longer pushing Neji back onto him. He didn’t notice that Neji was fully lean on him and he didn’t notice that it would have been easy for him to leave if he had really wanted.

All he noticed were the things that Gaara had made sure he wouldn’t miss.

He scowled. Gaara was evil.

He was an evil, demonic, seductive redhead with an irresistible mouth and tongue that Sasuke couldn’t wait to feel on his own skin.

Gaara sucked harder.

Neji moaned, reminding Sasuke of his prescence.

Sasuke aimed his glare at the back of Neji’s head.

Neji had to be evil too. No one was allowed to have such sexy hair, and only evil people could turn people on by moaning.

They were both evil people, conspiring against him—

Gaara was looking at him very intently, and even Neji had turned his head back to study his expression.

He sadly realized that smirking and glaring would not work on these two…they were equally as experienced in both areas.

He watched, unwilling to move forward or flinch and recoil, as Gaara’s lips slowly met his. Sasuke focused all his ninja training on NOT moving his lips. Or hips for that matter, since Neji’s ass was also pretty inviting.

Gaara pulled back, still only inches away from his face. This time, Sasuke allowed a smirk to grace his features. He had won. He hadn’t kissed back—

His lips parted in a silent moan as he realized that Neji was kissing his jaw, moving to the juncture of his neck where his pulse was rapidly beating.

Dammit. He lost.

He surrendered as Gaara moved in again to kiss him. This time he returned the kiss anxiously, wanting to feel Gaara’s lips, and relishing in Neji’s touch. He felt Gaara’s tongue on his and let out a strangled growl.

He was now painfully aware of all the things he had tried to hard to ignore. His cock was now pressing firmly into Neji’s asscheek, his chest flush against Neji’s back…Neji’s hair falling over his shoulder as he turned to kiss Sasuke’s neck…Neji’ chest, pressed against Gaara’s, and Gaara’s lips, pressed against his…

Neji moved to Gaara’s ear, and then down his jaw, and suddenly all three of them were kissing each other. It was awkward, messy even, with all their tongues trying to entangle each others’ but god was it sexy as hell.

Neji was moving his body away from him now as Gaara stepped backward. Sasuke’s body instinctively followed, wanting more—

“Sasuke-kun!!” Shit. Sakura.

“Sasuke-kuuun!!” Fuck. Ino.

Suddenly, the loud din from the other room drew their attention back to the party that was going on.

The three of them pulled apart. Sasuke tried to control his labored breathing. He gave each of them a heated look.

“My room. Upstairs. Now.”

Sasuke grabbed the sake bottle still on the table and hastily left the room. Neji and Gaara silently followed Sasuke through the Uchiha manor, taking the longer way around and going up the stairs in the back to avoid being caught.

Sasuke almost felt like running as he reached the hallway to his room. Down the hall, fifth door on the left. Damn, why did this house have to be so huge?! The sooner we can get to my room, the sooner we can continue…

Sasuke stopped himself mid-thought. He didn’t want to think about what this all really was. Feeling the cool sake bottle in his hand, he took a swig as he swung the door open to his room.

Sasuke kicked the door closed with his foot and grabbed the nearest body to him, which happened to be Neji. He crushed the Hyuuga’s lips against his, who unthinkingly kissed him back just as vigorously.

Gaara set his gourd down on the floor, and took the sake bottle from Sasuke’s fingers. He gulped down the alcohol as he watched Sasuke and Neji kiss.

It was a beautiful sight to behold.

Neji palmed Sasuke cock through his pants, causing him to pull back from the kiss in order to regain control over his body. Sasuke tugged on the hem of Neji’s shirt and pulled upwards. Sasuke gave Neji a cold look. Instead of being met with Neji’s bare skin, Sasuke saw bandages wrapped around the Hyuuga’s arm and around the upper part of his torso.

Sasuke let out a frustrated sigh. “Take your pants off, Hyuuga.”

Neji had the audacity to look amused, but complied, pulling his boxers down along with his pants.

Once again, Sasuke was confronted with bandages around Neji’s leg. But at least from here he had a good view of Neji’s dripping cock…

Before he could get too distracted, Sasuke reached for the weapons pouch at his thigh, pulled out a kunai and slashed at Neji’s bandages which fell neatly at his feet.

“Much better,” Sasuke muttered.

Sasuke hastily began tearing off his clothes. The thought of anything obstructing his ability to feel skin on skin seemed suddenly unbearable. He gave an expectant look to Gaara, who took that as cue to also start stripping. Meanwhile, Neji had taken it upon himself to lie down on the bed, arms crossed behind his head for a better view of the two of them.

“Get on the bed, Uchiha.” The command had come from Gaara. “I want to watch you suck each other off.”

Hearing the words out loud almost made Sasuke blush, but it was the gleam in Neji’s eye that left him anticipating what was to come.

Neji crawled down the length of the bed to face Sasuke who was still standing. Without breaking eye contact, he lay back down, his feet where the pillows were, legs spread wide open.

Sasuke was unsure when Gaara had moved closer to him, but suddenly his cock was being enveloped in a deliciously calloused hand, making his eyes roll into the back of his head as he groaned throatily. Putting rational thought on the back burner, Sasuke put a knee on either side of Neji’s head and slowly got on all fours.

The second Gaara’s hand left Sasuke’s hardened shaft, he felt a hot, slick tongue swipe the tip of his cock. Slowly, Neji’s mouth closed over his erection. Sasuke didn’t even feel shame at pushing forward, trying to get his dick as far into Neji’s mouth as possible. The sensation of it all made him want to collapse right onto the Hyuuga beneath him, but he realized that Neji’s hips were thrusting slightly into the air.

Tentatively, Sasuke allowed the tip of his tongue to graze the precum that was dripping out of Neji’s cock, and was rewarded by a strangled moan that vibrated down the length of his hardness. Bolder now, and finding an odd satisfaction in tasting Neji’s secretions, Sasuke took a hold of Neji’s shaft and slowly started pumping as his mouth began moving up and down.

Before Sasuke could appreciate the sounds that Neji was making, he realized that he now had two tongues on him. Gaara was licking his balls, coating them with his saliva, creating a heightened sensation in Sasuke’s body.

Suddenly, Sasuke began to feel somewhat panicked.

Gaara had moved away from his balls and began kissing the small of his back, and then lower.

Where does Gaara think he’s going with that tongue of his?

Gaara began to circle the tight ring of muscles in Sasuke’s ass, massaging them with his tongue.

Holy fuck, this feels way too good…

For the first time in his life, Sasuke was having a hard time focusing on the task at hand. Neji was all but swallowing his cock, and Gaara’s tongue was making its way past the ring of muscles and inside…

He hoped he was doing too bad of a job on Neji, but he had to stop every few seconds just to focus on breathing.

“Gaara, stop.” It was Neji this time, making the commands.

Sasuke groaned in frustration. Stop?! Why?! Sasuke rolled over onto the bed so that he was laying down next Neji. He didn’t know why the Hyuuga wanted to stop, because all he wanted was more.

“Aren’t you feeling a bit left out, Gaara?”

Gaara merely shrugged, but it was obvious he needed some relief himself.

Neji moved to the side, allowing Gaara to lay down between them. “Sasuke, come here.”

Sasuke glared at Neji briefly before obeying. Neji took a hold of Sasuke’s hand and began sensuously sucking on each digit, leaving a generous amount of saliva on his fingers. The feeling of Neji’s mouth around his fingers only reminded him of the sensation of Neji’s mouth elsewhere.

The Hyuuga smiled at Sasuke. “Let’s take care of Gaara, shall we?”

Sasuke smirked. It seemed Neji and him were going to team up on Gaara after all. Sasuke positioned himself between Gaara’s legs, watching the redhead’s expression as he gently caressed the outside of Gaara’s entrance. When he felt that he was relaxed enough, Sasuke moved one saliva-slicked finger inside, reveling in the way Gaara’s features contorted in pleasure.

Neji began trailing his tongue down Gaara’s neck, his lips finally latching onto Gaara’s nipples. Neji worked his way down, taking in Gaara’s hardness while Sasuke continued to probe the Sand nin.

Sasuke was almost jealous of Gaara, watching Neji’s lips engulf the redhead, but he couldn’t complain about the delicious sounds Gaara was making. Sasuke suddenly found himself fighting a very strong urge to start stroking himself.

As if reading his mind, Neji’s hand began pumping Sasuke’s cock.

I guess Hyuuga’s really are the most talented in Konoha…

Sasuke bit back a groan, pretending as if he wasn’t enjoying every moment of this.

“Mm, Neji…Sasuke…” Sasuke found himself immensely turned on hearing Gaara moan his name. Gaara’s voice was a low, menacing rumble deep within his chest…He stilled Neji’s hand, unwilling to be the first to give into his needs.

Neji pulled back from Gaara and quircked an eyebrow at Sasuke expectantly.

“What?” They were stopping again?!

“We need lube if we’re going to continue,” Neji answered patiently.

Sasuke considered doing something as childish as pulling Neji’s hair to punish him for making him sound dumb. Instead, he aimed a carefully crafted glare at the Hyuuga and reached for the lube in the nightstand.

Neji took the lube from Sasuke, squeezing some onto his palm and motioning for Sasuke to stand. Neji began lathering Sasuke’s cock while Gaara moved to the edge of the bed so that his legs were hanging off the side.

Sasuke suddenly felt a sense of smugness in knowing that he, Uchiha Sasuke, was going to fuck Sabaku no Gaara…

And then he felt a sense of dread when he realized that Neji was also lubing himself up, and positioning himself behind Sasuke. Hyuuga Neji was going to fuck him…

Sasuke registered the impatient look that Gaara had in his eyes, and slowly lifted the redhead’s legs up, pushing himself inside. He didn’t try to suppress the groan as he felt his cock enveloped in a searing heat. He stopped. It was going to make him come, and he wasn’t coming first, dammit!

Gaara’s hips bucked to meet his, making him cry out louder than his Uchiha heritage allowed. Neji leaned forward to quietly whisper in his ear.

“Don’t worry, Sasuke. I think Gaara likes it rough.”

Two fingers suddenly entered Sasuke’s body, and without hesitation, hit the most sensitive spot within him. The sensation forced Sasuke to thrust his hips forward, causing Gaara to growl loudly in pleasure.

Neji’s fingers began pumping in and out of his body. Sasuke couldn’t help but match Neji’s rhythm, pushing deeper into Gaara as Neji’s fingers went in.

Neji’s lips were at his ear again, the tips of his hair tickling Sasuke’s shoulder.

“Ready?”

The Hyuuga didn’t wait for an answer, but instead, slowly pushed his way into Sasuke’s tight entrance.

Sasuke could feel the burning sensation that came with the intrusion, but despite the pain, he couldn’t stop thrusting into Gaara’s ass. The pleasure from the heat around him overcame any discomfort from Neji’s sudden invasion.

And then Neji hit that spot that he had previously hit with his fingers and Sasuke reached a new level of arousal.

If he were to die before ever avenging his family, he wanted it to be like this. Gaara’s body underneath him, receiving each thrust with equal fervor, while Neji was slamming himself into him…

Gaara grabbed Sasuke’s head, pulling him down for a clumsy kiss before demanding, “Touch me, Uchiha.”

Sasuke complied unthinkingly, and was rewarded with an appreciative groan.

He could feel it…he was going to give in first. His moans became louder, his breathing harsher.

“That’s it, Sasuke, come for me.”

Sasuke briefly wondered if Neji knew how sexy he was when saying such dirty things. He might have been able to hold on about two more seconds if Neji hadn’t spoken.

Neji hit his prostrate one last time before Sasuke’s thrusts became jerky and his hand on Gaara’s cock became vice-like. Sasuke’s body tensed, allowing the dual sensation of penetrating and being penetrated to take over.

“Oh, fuck…” Sasuke’s moan was barely above a whisper, his mind blown away by sensory overload.

Neji’s thrusting cock into his ass reminded him that yet again, he had failed to focus on his given task. Determined to make up for being the first to come, he decided that he would be the one to deliver Neji and Gaara mind-blowing orgasms.

Pumping into Gaara with renewed vigor, Sasuke finally found the hidden spot within Gaara’s body, causing the redhead to give one final grunt as he came into Sasuke’s hand. Sasuke’s quickened pace was unexpected for Neji, and forced the usually calm Hyuuga to lose control. Neji’s fingers dug into Sasuke’s hips and spilled his seed in Sasuke.

The three of them didn’t move for a bit, trying to recover normal rates of breathing.

Sasuke’s bedroom door flew open.

“Sasuke-kun, we finally found—”

Sakura and Ino stood in the doorway, horrified.


Meh, the ending was rushed since I had to finish writing this in two parts. I wish the last part was better. Comments/Suggestions appreciated.