Triptych: a tragedy in three acts

Fandom/Pairing: Naruto
Title: Triptych: a Tragedy in Three Acts
Author: ursweetheartles (me!)
Rating: Hard R to NC-17
Warnings: Inc, M/M, voy, something citrusy, minor
Status: Act One (1/3)

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Triptych:
a tragedy in three acts

Act One


It was a gorgeous day in late summer, the trees still flushed and full with green leaves,wild life still rustling through the underbrush, and flowers still gathered in clumps on the river banks. The wind was warm still, but it carried the slight nip of the promised autumn. It was indeed a beautiful day, but something was still worrying Uchiha Shisui as he walked, swinging his bento in one hand, the other tucked into the pocket of his vest. He had been trying to figure it out for the past minute or two, when a glance over his shoulder finally set things straight.

"You know your little brother is following us?" He kept his voice light but quiet, as he turned to the boy behind him. Itachi's face stayed as blank as always, eyes twitching up to meet his cousin's.

"Yes. He's been following us since before we left town. He's really not that good at concealing his chakra." Shisui blinked at him for a second, always momentarily stunned by the other boy's nonchalant displays of his abilities. There was a reason Itachi was called a prodigy after all. He was around two years younger than Shisui and yet his senses were on some whole other level. Some days it made the older boy a tad bit jealous, but most of the time he was just glad to be on Itachi's good side. Still, he slumped a little, watching Itachi out of the corner of his eye, the sway of his hips, the way he swung the neatly tied bento at his side, the way his face stayed locked in that frigid position.

"It doesn't bother you to have him following you around like that? I mean, isn't he supposed to be in school or something?" Itachi just shrugged slightly, making the older boy sigh. It was making him nervous knowing Sasuke was following them, watching him. He rubbed the back of his neck absently with on hand, twining it in the short hair on the back of his head.

Then the river came into view in front of them and Shisui relaxed slightly, jogging ahead to take a seat on the sun warmed rocks by the river bank, setting his bento on the hard surface in front of him and deftly untying the knot on top. Itachi smiled slightly, before settling down on the rock next to his cousin, making the older Uchiha smirk slightly.

There was a companionable silence between them until Shisui felt those eye on his again and started squirming slightly. He cast his senses behind him and sure enough he could feel Sasuke's chakra signature not more than thirty feet away. He frowned.

"Sit still Shisui." Itachi's voice was cool and commanding, and Shisui couldn't help but pout like a scolded child for a moment before he picked up his head, poking at the contents of his lunch with his chopsticks.

"It doesn't bother you?" Itachi sighed and shook his head.

"Eat." Shisui shot his cousin a pleading look but Itachi just shook his head slightly, before scooping up a strip of pork from his own box and offering it to his cousin. His mouth twitched into a slight smirk when the boy colored slightly, but still leaned forwards and took it in his mouth, a little messily.

Shisui moved his hand to wipe away the little spot of sauce on his chin but Itachi had always been faster, and before he could get his hand past his chest the younger Uchiha was leaning forwards, thumb running across the smudge, then pressing onto the closed lips. Shisui blushed again, this time more distinctly before opening his mouth and letting the digit in.


Sasuke gasped, then clapped a hand over his mouth. He cursed, holding his breath, hoping his the boys below him hadn't figured out he was there. He waited what seemed like forever before he let himself relax, breathing a sigh of relief, this time silently. He watched the scene below him unfold, and he couldn't help but pout slightly. He'd wondered what his cousin and his brother did together all the time, though he'd assumed it was some sort of ninja training thing.

He couldn't decide whether he was disappointed or relieved actually, to see what it really was, though when he saw the older Uchiha offer his niisan a small onigiri in slightly trembling hands a small twisting in his gut pointed towards disappointed. When he saw his niisan bring those trembling fingers to his lips and mouth the morsel off of them gently that twisting started pulling him towards something else entirely.

Shisui bit back a slight moan at Itachi's skilled mouth, swirling his tongue softly on the older boy's fingers until long after there was not a trace of the rice ball left. The older Uchiha's blush had faded due to the rush of blood currently on its way down to a slightly different location, a slightly more pleasurable part of the anatomy. Itachi let his mouth fall open slightly and looked up into his cousin's lidded eyes before returning to his own bento for a moment, raising a mouthful of the pork to his lips and chewing thoughtfully.

He brought another, rather large piece to his mouth, but instead of pulling it in he held it firmly between his teeth, his other hand reaching to tangle in the short hair on the back of the other boy's head, pulling him close. Their lips met almost chastely, and the tidbit was passed over, with a quick dart of the older boy's tongue across his lips. The process was repeated then, each time the contact lingering for a little longer until the excuse was forgotten beside them.

This time it was Itachi to pull away slightly, but Shisui was the one panting for breath. He smiled, as he reached behind him to pick up another onigiri, delicately, holding it out for his cousin. He let his eyes fall to half mast as he watched the younger boy, biting his tongue hard to keep himself quiet. He fumbled behind himself again then, fingers wrapping around the last rice ball in the box, squeezing it a little too tight, and feeling it crumble slightly in his hand.

Itachi pulled it to his mouth anyways, carefully lapping every last grain of rice from the captive hand, finishing the job with open mouthed kisses trailing up his cousin's pale arm, stopping at the net shirt that wrapped tightly around the older boy's biceps. He looked up into Shisui's face then, open and warm, slightly flushed with eyes half closed. He was sure the boy was ready by now.

Itachi released the older Uchiha's wrist then, letting his hand drop to the boy's pale knee before traveling slowly up the inner thigh in lazy, spiraling circles, not stopping when bare flesh gave way to sturdy shorts. He reached his goal at the union of the boy's thighs, where he cupped the now obvious bulge firmly, rolling it in the palm of his hand through the thick fabric. This time he succeeded in his quest to make the boy beside him call out hoarsely.

Sasuke watched with rapt attention as his niisan's mouth travelled up what was growing to be his least favorite cousin's arm, and he sat forward when his niisan's hand dropped to the older boy's knee, but when his niisan's fingers fell to the front, away from Sasuke's view, and he heard the moan from Shisui's mouth, he very nearly fell forward, right out of the tree in surprise. He caught himself then, but considered pitching himself forwards once more, on purpose this time, thinking that maybe if he fell loud enough to make the notice they would stop doing whatever it was they had started over there and this feeling in his stomach would quiet back down.

He didn't though, he held his breath and watched, and listened, as the unmistakable noise of a sliding zipper rose, followed by another moan from his cousin, and Sasuke felt ill this time. He didn't want to watch, he really didn't. The funny fluttering in his stomach wouldn't go away though. Instead, it spread lower, and he shifted his position slightly, bracing himself on the branch with one hand while the other came up to touch first the hollow of his throat, then the sliver of stomach where his shirt had ridden up, and finally resting on the bulge in his shorts guiltily.

There was a brief moment when he considered that maybe he shouldn't be up here, watching the older boys doing something they certainly shouldn't be out here doing, but he pushed it to the back of his mind. It wasn't his fault Itachi and Shisui were out here doing nasty things in the woods where anyone could sneak up on them.

Itachi pumped his soft hand lightly around his companion's hardness, pulling the boy forwards then and laying his lips on Shisui's again, swallowing the cried that slipped forth, scanning the area around them idly for approaching humans, he highly doubted anyone wandering the woods at this time of day would take the effort of concealing their chakra. Having his cousin moaning sweetly into his mouth was a little distracting though, and he had to pull back for a second to focus fully, letting his lips travel down the older boy's neck to his pulse point, suckling softly before biting down, feeling the muscles tense and relax under his mouth. He licked the mark he made there softly, making sure the ANBU vest would cover the mark tomorrow for the most part.

He trailed over though, and bit down again, this time on the shoulder, suckling the skin more gently there. The mark would be more faint there, but it would be sure to peak out the side slightly as long as Shisui didn't wear a long sleeve shirt under the vest, and it wasn't cold enough for that yet. His hand sped up a little, he could feel the boy beneath him tensing slightly, raising his lips again to ghost across the boy's ear lightly, leaving his lips free. Then Shisui was shaking slightly, tight as a rubber band about to snap, and warmth flowed over Itachi's lightly clenched fist, and the noise that spilled forth was perfect, strangled and bitten off, but still loud enough.

Sasuke felt a thrill go down his spine when he heard the final throaty groan spill from his cousin's lips, still rubbing himself lightly through his shorts. It had been more erotic than uncomfortable after awhile, watching his niisan and his cousin like that, the slight thrill of watching his brother and someone else making each light touch better somehow. He knew he really shouldn't still be up there, that the longer he stayed the mroe likely one of the two ANBU level nins below him would sense his precense, no mater how hard he'd tried to be furtive in following them here.
He leaned in closer when he saw Shisui snuggling into his niisan's arms a little, and the familiar twist in his gut was back. It didn't so much to damper the pleasure though, so he pushed them aside, trying not to think about that, focusing on the smooth pale skin he could still see.

But then there were quiet words exchanged, and Sasuke couldn't make much out, something about returning the favor from his cousin, but his niisan shook his head, saying something about duties or patrols, but a quick future rendezvous was arranged, but Sasuke couldn't make out when or where because his niisan had leaned in close and whispered in in Shisui's ear, the older boy shivering slightly form the sensation before stretching languidly and standing, slinging the empty bento, sloppily retied, over his shoulder and turning slightly, waving. His face was nervous, but Itachi's was calm. Sasuke felt relief flow through him for an instant, and then-

Itachi turned back to the water, breathing deeply, waiting until he couldn't feel his cousin anymore before he finally allowed himself a little smirk.

"Sasuke" One word, not very loud but loud enough that he knew the boy behind him could hear it, felt his brother stiffen slightly, and the rustle of leaves. Itachi sighed. "Otouto, come down here." Then another rustle, a soft sound of landing and light foot falls and the small boy was beside him, pouting at being called down. Itachi turned to look at the boy, silent and waiting. Sasuke dragged his feet and scowled slightly but walked around in front of his brother, crossing his arms across his chest.

He let out a small squawk of indignation when Itachi grabbed him by the shoulders and swung him up, arms coming out automatically to brace himself for some sort of hit. Instead his legs nested smoothly on each side of his brother's hips, arms tucked next to him against his brother's chest. He turned his face up shyly.

"Why did you follow us out here?" The question was flat and stern, and Sasuke opened his mouth, a blank look on his face. He blushed slightly, not knowing what to say, and squirmed slightly in Itachi's lap. "Sasuke..." There was an impatient growl to his voice then and it made Sasuke cringe.

"I - I just wanted to know what you were doing." The silence was thick, Itachi obviously waiting for more, and Sasuke stuttered a little. "I - I - I just - I wanted to know what you were doing with him, I wanted to know what he was doing that was better than me, because you're not home anymore niisan, you haven't played with me in a whole month, and I - it makes me sad niisan. I just..." Sasuke dropped his head, trailing off, the last words mumbled into his brother's neck, wrapping his arms around and pulling himself closer, because now he was the only one here. Now Itachi was his.

"Foolish Otouto" His voice was softer now, his face a little more relaxed, a slight smirk playing at his lips. "I'm here now, and Shisui is gone. What game would you have us play Sasuke?" His pale fingers dropped to his brother's cheek, still warm with blush as the smaller boy tipped his face upwards, shutting his eyes tight and pushing his lips up into Itachi's, surprising the older boy for a second at the sudden movement before he relaxed, pulling his brother back slightly and nipping at the boy's still closed lips.

And, of course, Sasuke parted them at that beckoning. He was warm and damp and precious in Itachi's hands, so much smaller, thin and soft as any of the girls that giggled when the older Uchiha passed them on the street, but Sasuke was much more supple, he bent before he broke, he yielded crying slightly, he nestled perfectly into the space under Itachi's chin like it was made for him, a perfect negative of his trembling form.

Sasuke pulled back, muffling his small cries into the warmth of his brother's neck as large pale hands pressed down his spine, creeping underneath the fabric of his shirt, slowly down to the drawstring waist of the shorts he wore, from training earlier. Itachi pulled him up and he objected slightly, but the cry was cut off when the fingers hooked over top of the waist of his pants, tugging them downwards quickly but surely and he smiled then, because this he knew, this he liked.

The younger boy wiggled free of his brother's hands, smiling once more once his bottom was bared, feeling the smoothness of Itachi's ANBU uniform on his tender flesh, a sensation that never failed to thrill him. He reached greedy fingers down below him then, shimmying backwards as his hands past his own shaft to rub his brother's. Itachi moaned slightly, eyes sliding closed as those small, perfect fingers fumbled with the catch to his pants. He cracked his eyes and barely suppressed this smile as he saw his brother's face, eyes focused, tongue sticking out just a little, cheeks flushed still. It was delicious, only surpassed by the slight tremor that shocked down his spine when the boy finally succeeded in fishing the object he sought from the stretchy material, pulling Itachi's need from it's nylon prison and into the late summer air gently.

It always made the older boy's breath catch, how good his brother had gotten at this. It made the blood pound in his ears, among other places, to see the innocent little boy on top of him, little fingers working deftly, trying so damn hard. He reached up to cup the boy's cheeks with one hand, kissing him softly again before he brushed two fingers over Sasuke's swollen lips. They opened almost immediately, the smaller boy's breathing quickening at the action.

Sasuke was entirely too practiced in the use of his tongue, sweeping it perfectly along the pale fingers in his mouth, his eyes still open and demure then. Itachi watched them carefully though, as he pulled the fingers out and ran them down to the small opening nestled in between the round globes of Sasuke's ass, still wiggling delightfully in his lap. Those dark eyes fell half closed then, and the boy cried quietly, like always. It wasn't a sound that could be mistaken for pain though, and as Itachi eased another finger inside of the squirming boy he could see the eyes clouded by lust and pleasure.

He leaned forwards, pressing his lips everywhere on the boy's face before swallowing the cries, lining himself up now but letting Sasuke control his own decent, slow and torturous as he always did. The sounds those small, swollen lips made as the boy sunk onto him were delicious and he swallowed everyone.

Sasuke had been happy that night, when his niisan had taken him home. They had sat on the side of the river until the sun started to set, hair damp from the small dip they had taken in the river to wash away the sex and sweat. Sasuke had been tired by the time they left, and a little sore from the games they had played, but Itachi had seen the way he was walking, the slight limp he always had after, and had offered to carry him.

Sasuke had of course beamed at the opportunity, and had immediately buried a yawn in his brother's neck, snuggling in close, his arms wrapped around the older boy's neck once again. He had wore a sleepy smile then, just like he always did, because there really wasn't anything better than spending time with his niisan like that. He wouldn't let anything - or anyone he thought, almost darkly - take this away from him. His last sleepy thought was of how he was going to have to have a talk with Shisui sometime soon.