Someone Else's Eyes

Fandom/Pairing: Naruto, Ita/Sasu/Naru

Title: Someone Else's Eyes

Universe: To Have and To Hold (hooker-verse ^.^!!)

Author: ursweetheartles (ME ^.^)

Rating: Hard R to NC-17

Warnings: AU, threesome, Inc, crossdressing, anal, hj, prostitution, first time

Status: one shot, though this will become a verse

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Naruto looked at the face in front of him, not recognizing it really. The brilliant blue eyes were outlined precisely in dark kohl, smudged slightly around the edges until they looked sultry and smoky, despite the wide surprise they now shown with. The full lips were carefully and painstakingly lined in a brilliant shade of red, colored through the middle in a matching shade of deep crimson. The tanned skin surrounding them was flawless and smooth, lightly powdered, dusted with blush on the tops of the delicate cheekbones. Long eyelashes were defined with black dye, eye brows plucked into high arches.

He blinked at his reflection for a second, fidgeting with the urge to touch his face, but one glance at the pale man behind him told him that would not be tolerated. He sighed and took a deep breath as pale hands reached for the elaborate wig sitting on the counter beside him, an elaborate confection of pale blonde curls tumbling down, the back done up in a twist, held up by a silver pin, dripping with rhinestones and peacock feathers, all blue and green and silver, sparking as it shifted under the lights of the dressing table.

The man slowly set it on the boy's head, careful of the makeup that had taken so long. Naruto took a hesitant breath in, air hissing against his teeth. The transformation was complete, the figure in front of him bore almost no resemblance to the boy who had walked into this room two hours ago, the boy he saw in the mirror every day. It made him smile.

Naruto hated himself, hated the way he looked, but he knew some people liked it. It payed the bills, so he tried to keep up appearances. As a prostitute, his face and his body were his selling point, so he had to take care of himself, or at least his body, even if he hated it. He had cut himself when he was younger, but he'd forced himself to stop. Nobody wanted a scarred hooker, they payed him to get away from their own problems, not see evidence of his. So he'd learned to smile, and joke with them, make them forget everything outside, if only until they handed him their money. It kept them coming back, so he did what he had to.

He had been a little freaked out when a tall, pale man had approached him this afternoon, asking him to come and do him a little favor. He said it would probably take more than one night in the end, but he'd offered big money for it, more than the blond usually made in an entire week. He'd agreed quickly. He needed the cash after all, why else would he be out here to begin with?

The man had brought him back to a hotel, in a very nice part of town, far from the streets Naruto usually walked. The request itself was a little weird, but he'd done kinkier things than this getup really. Still, his heart thumped a little weirdly in his chest when the man bent forwards to arrange the curls falling around his face now, fiddling with the pins that held it to the band pulling his real hair flat against his scalp. The man stepped back then, smirking quietly at the view in front of him, adjusting the neckline of the blue dress, a slinky cocktail style sheath, the neckline was high enough not to reveal the fact that the cleavage was fake, the corset underneath giving the boy curves where he had none, the dress hugging them seductively.

Itachi pulled back, cocking his head to the side before reaching into the bag behind him, producing a perfect pearl necklace, short enough to fall to the base of the slender, tanned neck, the cameo in the middle resting in the hollow of his delicate collarbone. Itachi smiled, meeting Naruto's eyes in the mirror, and gave him a quick, chaste kiss on the cheek.

"You're beautiful like this." His voice was quiet, deep, a mesmerizing purr. Naruto just nodded. He did, perfectly coifed and ready, looking nothing like the tired boy that had climbed the hotel stairs this afternoon. He didn't smile though, just looked at himself in the mirror, eyes tracing the delicate lines of his cheekbones, the flutter of his long eyelashes, the discordant pieces of his face making more sense now, under this new painted mask. Itachi was masterful at this, and it made the boy wonder how much practice he'd had, with a little awe.

"We're going to be a little late, but that's okay. It will certainly make for a more impressive entrance." Itachi glanced at the clock, pulling the mute blond to his feet, bending down to fix each of Naruto's feet into the blue heeled sandals that had been placed to the side earlier. He looked the boy over once more, satisfied with his handiwork. He made sure everything in front of him was put away neatly and patted his pockets until he found the key.

He couldn't help but smile as he led the boy from the room, closing the door quietly behind him.

X

Uchiha Sasuke stared at the clock, bored out of his mind, cursing his brother under his breath. This party was the most unbelievably horrible thing he'd ever had to sit through, and he'd been so close to getting away with not even coming, but Itachi had forced him in the end. The unbelievable prick had forced him to be here and then had the fucking balls to not show up. The next time he saw the boy he was going to kill him slowly with something sharp.

Well, he would think about doing it anyways. If Itachi was dead that would leave Sasuke as the heir to the estate and successor to the company. That would mean more of these stupid parties, and all of the other social and political crap that went with such a position of power. He grimaced at the thought, swirling the glass of wine he wasn't really supposed to have at his age in one hand. He'd already had five or six glasses in the half hour he'd been here, and he was feeling the effects. He almost smiled, draining the glass in one gulp and setting it down on the window sill.

He was crossing the room to liberate another one from the refreshments table when he stopped in mid step. His brother was standing in the door frame, talking to some old man, probably a board member. That wasn't why he was staring though. No, his eyes were on the girl attached to his brother's arm. She was blonde and gorgeous, teetering slightly, eyes betraying her nervousness. Something tightened in Sasuke's chest, but he blinked a couple times, pushing it down. He turned away, his scowl returning, glaring his displeasure at the drinks on the table. He was going to need something stronger than wine this time. He was wrapping his fingers around one of the bottles behind the bar when he felt the familiar press of fingers on the base of his spine, rubbing small circles on his flesh over his shirt.

"Now Otouto, you know you're too young to be drinking, and it looks like you may have had a few too many before I even got here." Pale fingers caught his wrist, and pulled it away before reaching the bottle himself, pouring a little into a glass. Sasuke scowled more deeply, and flung himself around, ready to yell at his brother. He came face to face with the blonde girl, blushing slightly as she took the glass from Itachi's hand. The man was smirking, and it made Sasuke want to hit him. Instead he crossed his arms and shot a glare at his brother.

"She can't possibly be much older than me, how come she gets to drink? Trying to get her panties off by the end of the night?" Itachi smiled again, which made Sasuke even more mad. Pale hands came to rest on his cheek and he blushed at the contact but didn't pull away.

"No Sasuke-kun, if I wanted to make love to her all I would have to do was ask. The alcohol is merely for her nerves, she needs it whereas you do not." Sasuke snorted indignantly, feeling oddly upset at the thought of his brother having sex with the blushing girl beside him, who was calmly sipping the beverage thrust into her hand. He tried not to focus on her, but found his only other alternative was thinking about Itachi, and that was something he didn't allow himself to do in public. He stood there indecisively, watching them, eyes darting back and forth between the nervous girl and the cold, controlled smirk Itachi wore.

The ringing of the small bell at the front of the room saved him at that moment though, signaling that dinner was ready, and being served in the dining hall. Sasuke sighed, and turned crisply on his heels, heading off before his brother could say anything else. Still, his entire journey to the dining room, he felt eyes on his back, familiar and sharp. He had to fight not to smile, because there was something satisfying about still having his brother's eyes on him. He had felt the unfamiliar pangs of jealousy in his gut when he saw the way his brother held her arm, the way he touched her hair lovingly, the way he smiled at her, like they shared some private joke, not that she seemed to find any of it funny. That nervous, scared expression had been glued to her face since their arrival.

Still, Sasuke tucked himself into the chair in front of his place at the table, moving the carefully calligraphed name tag from the spotless china quietly. He tried not to let his face show anything when the girl on his brother's arm was settled between them, but Itachi could see the small pout and it filled him with an emotion bordering dangerously on glee. His plan was working well really, Sasuke was staring petulantly at the cut crystal goblet in front of him, shooting glances at Itachi and his date out of the corner of his eyes whenever he thought they weren't watching. The older boy, however, caught all of this, like always. He fought down a smirk of triumph and focused his energy on doting on the blond settled between them.

He grasped the boy's small hand in his own, lacing their fingers together, the contrast in their skin tone startling but complimentary nonetheless. He relished the small fidgeting movements and heavy little sighs his brother gave as he quietly pointed out one person after another to the blond at his side, even though he could tell the boy wasn't paying much attention at all. Instead, his blue eyes kept darting to the side, trying to asses the waves of barely concealed hostility coming from Sasuke beside him. Everything was working perfectly really, and there was only really one more part to Itachi's plan, to ensure everything worked out perfectly. But that was for later. At the moment he let himself focus half of his mind on making Sasuke sulk so beautifully in his chair, and the other half, well he focused that on enjoying his brother's reactions, his hard shell slowly cracking and splintering around him.

X

As soon as the maid came to clear the dessert dishes from the table Sasuke sprung to his feet, adjusting the stiff formal jacket he had been forced to wear for the occasion. He couldn't stand being next to his brother and that fucking slut for one more minute. They had been nothing but affectionate and warm the whole evening, even if the girl had been a bit distant and anxious the whole time. He fought to keep his calm mask in place, at least until he hit the door to the dining room, letting it swing shut behind him quietly. He let the mask fall then, clenching his hands into tight fists at his sides, scowling fiercely. He gave in to the urge to kick the wall rather harshly, and was satisfied in some small, sick way to see that he'd left a small scuffed dent in the immaculate running board.

The satisfaction was short lived though, because attacking the running board did nothing to change the fact that Itachi was in there with some blonde girl, showering her with the affections that rightly belonged to him alone. He knew it really wasn't appropriate to have that sort of relationship with his brother, to want to have it, but he did. Itachi was the only one who ever really saw him, the only one who ever paid him any mind. To his parents he was always the second son, the backup plan. He was educated and pushed onwards, but never more than they had to, to make sure he would not be an embarrassment to the family name. To everyone outside of the family, he was always just Itachi's little brother, the one who wasn't quite as good, wasn't quite as smart or fast or handsome. He was always second best.

Itachi though, had always treated him like a real person. The older boy had always been busy, but the older boy had made time for Sasuke, reading him stories, taking him places, tucking him in, with a small kiss on his forehead. Sasuke never wanted to admit it, but somewhere around his twelfth birthday he had fallen in love with Itachi, just like everyone else. Now, to see his brother with some girl at this stupid party broke his heart.

It wasn't so much that she was here with him though, because many girls had sought Itachi's affections and failed. No, what hurt him inside was that Itachi seemed to dote on her much more than she seemed to pay attention to him. She wasn't like the vapid society girls who normally orbited their family, falling in and out of the immense gravity of Itachi's charisma, she was different and he didn't like it. Sasuke let himself fall forwards onto the wall at the end of the hall way, one hand cushioning his head, hiding his face. He couldn't tell if he was crying or not, but it certainly felt like he might at any moment.

The familiar hand on the small of his back made him jump. He whipped his head around to stare Itachi in the face accusingly. His brother was smiling, and he opened his mouth to yell something, tell his brother to go the fuck back to that damn slut and leave him alone. He never got the words out though.

"What's wrong now, otouto?" The words were carefully planned, he could tell. Itachi was always in control, and he never asked a question he didn't already know the answer to. Sasuke let his head fall forwards again, in lieu of saying something stupid. It made a hollow thud on the wall. Itachi's hand tangled in his hair then, pulling him back, turning him slightly, pressing him against the older boy's broad chest, the other hand stroking his back soothingly. Sasuke sighed into the familiar scent of his brother, surrounding him again. He was still on the verge of tears, but he let those arms envelope him, let his own hands tangle in his brother's shirt, fisting the silk in his hands tightly.

The hand in his hair fell to his cheek, turning Sasuke's face upwards, teary black eyes meeting the knowing eyes of his brother. Sasuke braced himself for some speech about how Itachi still loved him as a brother, but it could never be any more than that. He closed his eyes, bracing himself for the sting of rejection. It never came. Instead, he felt hot lips against his own, sweet and soft and perfect, better than Sasuke had ever imagined they could be. He let himself sink into the kiss, like a dream, like a hot bath, and it fell around him like everything he'd ever wanted. He couldn't breathe in that one moment. Then Itachi was pulling away, and Sasuke couldn't stop the whine of protest, small and sharp in his mouth, out of his mouth before he realized it was happening. Itachi just smiled.

"Lets go, Sasuke-kun." Sasuke nodded distantly, letting himself be led back towards the dining room. Itachi left him by the door, in a sort of daze still from that kiss. It didn't register with him that Itachi was gone until he had already reappeared, with the blonde girl in tow. Sasuke's face fell once again, gazing sulkily at his shoes as he walked, hustled along in front of them. He wasn't happy that she had to come with them. He knew Itachi wouldn't just leave her there really, but he had somehow hoped he would anyways.

He sighed as the coachman helped them into the carriage, Sasuke first, then the blonde girl, looking anxious as ever, before Itachi paused to speak to him in a low voice. Sasuke tried to listen in, but found it was too quiet. He let his eyes fall to the girl across from him, obviously trying to do the same. He scowled.

"I'm sorry." The voice was quiet, throaty, not particularly feminine. It confused Sasuke, coming from the perfectly painted mouth of the blonde across from him. He raised his eyes to study the figure sitting across the compartment from him, attention reluctantly shifted from Itachi, still conversing with the river outside.

"What?"

"I-I'm sorry. You really like him, don't you? And ... here I am in the middle of everything. I don't belong here, do I? I'm just here because he brought me." There was a note of bitterness in the voice, but it was otherwise clean and smooth, lower than expected but still almost musical in tone. Sasuke almost smiled, shaking his head. Somehow, he couldn't blame her anymore, this wasn't her fault really. Maybe it was the magical feeling of getting what he wanted, the memory of Itachi's lips, but he just couldn't hate her like he had.

"It's not your fault, not really. I've probably been a dick to you all evening for no good reason. I'm Sasuke, by the way, I don't think we've actually met." The girl relaxed a little, shoulders becoming a bit less tense, back a little less straight.

"I'm..." She trailed off, chewing on one tanned finger, glancing at the door. Itachi was standing there now, looking at both of them with an ill concealed smirk. The girl blushed, eyes falling to the floor again and Sasuke looked from one to the other, beyond confused at this point. Itachi climbed in, settling on the bench next to Sasuke. The boy didn't miss the slight flinch in the girl's shoulders, and all of a sudden he felt a little sorry for her. He opened his mouth to say something, but Itachi beat him to it,

"Sasuke, I don't think you two have been properly introduced. This is Naruto." Sasuke's brow furrowed in confusion, looking at the girl across from him. Naruto was definitely a boy's name. Then everything clicked, and his eyes got a little wide. Naruto blushed a deeper shade of red, shifting uncomfortably in the seat. Sasuke gawked at the blond, mouth open a little bit. Itachi chuckled.

"Yes Sasuke, and Naruto will be accompanying us home tonight, it was part of our deal." Sasuke tore his eyes away from the blushing blonde to stare at his brother, wondering exactly what was going on, still a little lost. Itachi just smirked, raising one hand to touch his cheek, cupping his face gently, drawing closer by minute degrees until they were once again touching, lips sliding on lips, only this time it was deeper, harder. Itachi's lips parted against his, a warm wet tongue tracing the seam until he opened his own, letting it in. He had dreamed about this for a very long time, he wanted it so badly. Everything around him blurred into soft focus, everything but that one point where he was joined with Itachi. He whimpered once again when Itachi pulled back, letting his head fall forwards onto his Aniki's firm chest once again.

He felt the air shift around him, opening his eyes to see his brother beckoning the other boy across the cabin. The blond stood nervously, shifted himself forwards. He headed to the seat on the other side of Itachi, but the man grabbed his waist halfway, swinging the boy close to them instead. There was some fiddling with the soft silk of the blue dress before Naruto was settled, straddling Itachi's knees, facing the oldest boy. He smiled, drawing the blond into a rather more chaste kiss, pressing those rouged lips gently to his own, careful not to smudge the paint covering them.

Sasuke wanted to look away, but he couldn't make himself. Watching his brother's lips pulse and move slowly against someone else's was far more erotic than he could have imagined. He let his eyes fall slowly along the line of the tanned face before him, marveling at the perfection of the illusion. Naruto could have passed for a woman perfectly, nothing in his appearance giving away the lie. His eyes were drawn back upwards though when the two parted, Naruto panting slightly, their mouths connected by a single strand of saliva, stretched between them.

Itachi looked to his brother, watching as the boy's eyes rose to their lips and stuck there. He smirked, using the hand that still rested on the nape of Naruto's neck to gently steer the younger boy to Sasuke. The blond swallowed before leaning in, reaching out to touch Sasuke tentatively, fingers trailing lightly across pale skin, cupping one cheek, the other hand tangling in dark hair as he leaned in.

Then their lips were touching, and both sets of eyes slid closed. Sasuke was stock still for a moment before his own hands raised up, one cupping to the tanned shoulder, where the blue dress was falling slightly to the side. The other hand rested on the boy's chest, on top of the silk of the dress, rubbing slow, small circles with his thumb. Itachi focused on their mouths though, hungry and fast, the kiss they shared much deeper than anything else that had happened yet. He could see the tongues pressing together and sliding against one another, lips moving quickly, eyes shut tight. He could see Sasuke's knuckles, his hand gripping the other boy's shoulder tight enough to leave bruises in it's wake.

The coach came to a halting stop and Itachi tapped Naruto's shoulder carefully, watching the boy's draw apart slowly, Sasuke's eyes clouded a bit, glassy with something completely new. His breaths were quick and panting as he drew back, eyes focusing on Itachi once again. His brother just smiled, and gestured to the door, which was soon opened from outside, the driver standing beyond it, pointedly not looking inside. Sasuke blushed, deeper than Naruto as Itachi helped them both out before hopping down himself.

He looked at both of the younger boys in the lamplight of the front walk. Sasuke was flushed and panting, hair a little mussed and jacket a bit rumpled. It was beautiful, something Itachi wished he could have seen sooner. Now at least the boy was old enough to know what he was doing, know that Itachi wanted to take him and what that meant really. Naruto, though, looked a little worse for the wear. The carefully applied lipstick was smeared, though not greatly so, and the tanned cheeks were colored deeper now than the light blush had ever tinted them. The blond was not panting, but the wig was now slightly askew on his head, perfect coils falling low over one eye, the other half lidded and dark.

He herded the two up the walk to the townhouse, a three story brownstone that their parents rarely ever visited, but that Itachi spent quite a bit of his time at. They barely stopped at all in the hallway, Sasuke wiggling out of his jacket and handing to the chamberlain who didn't bat an eye. Itachi just winked at him and herded the boys up the stairs in almost awkward silence. They stopped at the top, not sure which way to go, but Itachi nudged them onwards until they were safely ensconced in Itachi's chosen bedroom there. Almost as soon as the door was shut -and carefully locked- Sasuke was latched onto his brother again, his mouth pushing insistent upon Itachi's closed lips. Itachi didn't pause though, still pushing them both forwards until the two younger boys were seated on the side of the bed. He pulled away from a panting Sasuke and looked over at Naruto, who had been watching them intently, tucking the corkscrew curls of the wig back behind his ear every other moment, only for them to fall forwards into his eyes once more.

Itachi leaned down and took the still rouged lips with his own, gently wiggling the pins out with one hand while the other tangled in fake blonde hair. Once he was sure all the pins were out he pulled back, plucking the mountain of curls from the boy's head, watching him wince slightly as they were lifted away.

For Naruto, those curls had been his shield, they had changed him into someone else. Without them he faltered slightly. Sasuke didn't notice though, as he watched his brother disappear into the adjoining closet, turning to the blond next to him. The younger boy looked different now, his hair was blond, but brighter, more like sunlight and spun gold. It was messy around his face, still long enough to hang in his eyes. Somehow, Sasuke found this more attractive than the pale wig. He didn't hesitate to lean forwards, tangling his hands in those locks, fisting them, reveling in how unexpectedly soft they were on his skin. He pounced once again, pressing his mouth to tanned skin, covering the boy's face with little nips and kisses until he was back on that perfect little mouth, lipstick mostly gone now. Still the lips were dark and swollen, kiss-bruised from the contact.

Naruto eased them back until he was lying flat, Sasuke over him, pale body covering his own for the most part. He hesitated a second before letting his arms wrap around the boy, low on his back, pulling him closer, pressing their bodies together. Sasuke only pulled back when he heard Itachi re-enter, suddenly filled with this fear that his brother would leave, leave him here alone. His breath was quick, coming in pants as he struggled to sit up, turning to see the familiar form behind him. He reached out one hand to him, the other staying on Naruto's chest for balance.

"Itachi-" the name was said in one desperate exhale, and Itachi couldn't help but smirk a little, crossing the distance to his brother. He let his fingers trace the boy's outstretched arm, all the way up to his shoulder, up his neck until he cupped the pale cheek. He stepped in, laying a chaste kiss on his brother's lips, mouth closed and still. The boy tried to push into it, but Itachi pulled back, smiling at the frustrated whine he got in return. He shifted, taking hold of Naruto's arm and pulling the boy into a sitting position, trapping Sasuke between them. He leaned in and took the other boy's lips with his own, kissing him just as lightly, one hand drawing the zipper down his back, the other cupping Sasuke's shoulder still, holding him in place between them.

Itachi listened to the panting of breath from the two boys, and the whisper of smooth fabric on hot skin as he slid the dress down over Naruto's shoulders and arms, shifting his brother from between them to get it the rest of the way off. The boy let out an indignant sort of yelp at this, frightened of being left out of whatever was happening, losing his brother once again.

Itachi just chuckled, and whispered soothing and meaningless words to Sasuke, stopping his work on Naruto to slide his hands over his brother's pale skin instead. He pushed the boy's shirt upwards, revealing skin as he moved, his lips suckling at the boy's neck until the fabric of the shirt bunched up around him.

He pulled back then, baring the boy's firm, smooth chest, fingers sliding down to slide over hardening nipples, giving one a quick squeeze before drawing the boy up, turning him around, molding the smaller pale hands onto the straps and fastenings of the blue dress, until Sasuke got the idea, undressing the blond boy slowly on his own.

Itachi then returned to his other task, sliding hands around Sasuke's chest, forming his body to the smaller boy's back before laying a line of light kisses across pale shoulders and into the crook of his neck, biting lightly when he got to the juncture between the two, nipping and suckling the skin until a red mark was raised. He drew back then, watching his brother intently.

The blue dress had been tossed to one side, and Naruto was now laid out in front of Sasuke, the tightly cinched corset the only thing left. Thin pale fingers were trying desperately to undo the knot one handed, without looking. The boy's lips were attached to the pulse point of the tanned neck, drawing needy little mewls from Naruto's throat. Itachi reached out, grasping the busy hand.

"Leave it" He whispered, voice throaty with lust. It made Sasuke's dick twitch, as he bucked against Naruto. He let his hands trail upwards until they were both tangled in blond hair, his lips on Naruto's mouth once again, just kissing him. Sasuke had never done anything like this before, it was all still new and beautiful. He loved the slide of the tanned hands on his skin, as Naruto grasped at his skin, sliding fingers around to fumble with his belt, sliding his pants down over his hips.

Sasuke bucked again, moaning, because they were thrusting together now, skin on skin, slicked with a the little sweat between them, their undeianble hardness rubbing against each other. He felt the boy's tanned hands wrap around his arousal then, and his own, pressing them together, pumping them with swift but gentle strokes until Sasuke couldn't hold back the noises, whimpering with every stroke, his entire body focused in that slick shaft. He felt it tightening like a rubber band in his chest, low in his stomach, twisting and growing until it exploded and he hissed the boy's name.

"Naru - to" He felt the slickness now, the hand sliding easier, the other boy still hard, but his hand slowed, Itachi's finger's on the pale wrist, raising the hand to his mouth, sucking in those fingers, cleaning them gently. The boy moaned, and Sasuke felt his cock twitch a little, hardening bit by bit, with each moan, each little noise, each slight movement of his brother's lips. When Itachi pulled back from those fingers they were dripping wet with saliva. Naruto swallowed loudly as Itachi leaned forwards, over Sasuke's shoulder to mouth the other boy's ear lightly.

"Prepare yourself." The noise was small, low, only a whisper, but Naruto nodded nonetheless, flipping himself to the side a little, bringing the fingers down to his own entrance and pushing two of them in quickly. Sasuke was enthralled by the image, watching the tanned boy, stretched out on his back, legs hitched up until his thighs lay across the front of the corset, one hand holding the inside of a knee, two fingers from the other disappearing inside himself, only to be thrust back out. It was hypnotizing. Naruto added another, with a small moan, scissoring them inside of himself, stretching the hole for a larger intrusion.

Sasuke wondered about this. He thought that couldn't possibly do anything but hurt, but the boy's face was twisted in pleasure, his breath coming in jerky gasps. The younger Uchiha watched carefully, keeping careful track of what the boy did. He was surprised when his brother nudged him forwards, pushing him down onto the bed in front of him, flipping him onto his back.

Then his lips were being swallowed in Itachi's mouth, his tongue crushed and he couldn't think of anything else but how he was currently joined to his Aniki. Then all of a sudden it was gone, and he felt the absence like a physical void inside of him. He felt like crying at it, his arousal desperately hard now. He craned his neck, watching his brother kiss the blond boy deeply before pulling away to whisper something in Naruto's ear, at which the boy nodded absently.

Sasuke watched as the boy pulled his fingers from himself with a wet plop, swinging around quickly to straddle the smaller Uchiha's hips in one quick movement. It left the boy speechless and startled, rocking his hips slightly, feeling his hard cock rub up against the boy's ass. He was startled when Naruto wrapped one hand around him, reaching behind, steering the tip of Sasuke's weeping arousal to his own stretched entrance. He sunk down onto the boy in one swift movement, and they both cried out, eyes rolling shut. Naruto stayed still for a second, trembling slightly, hands on Sasuke's chest to balance him before he raised himself slowly, and dropped himself back down, riding the pale boy slowly. Sasuke gasped at the pleasure shooting up his spine, being inside the boy like that. He couldn't keep his eyes off the rippling muscles, or the shimmering hair, as the boy rose and fell on him, shifting slightly every time. He barely registered the finger probing his own entrance until it thrust in quickly, causing him to buck reflexively, moaning.

"Ah, Itachi-" He gritted his teeth, as another finger pushed in, both shifting with his own movement. He tried to relax around them, and found they hurt less after that. Then they skated across something inside of him and he saw white. "Ah-Itachi, there, again" Itachi chuckled, scissoring his fingers inside of his brother, stretching him. He deliberately avoided the prostate for a few strokes before hitting it again, more firmly this time, rubbing it in a slow circle before pulling away. He smirked at the feeling of the muscles spasming around his fingers, imagining how it might feel around his cock. Itachi was hard. Very hard. He had been since the prostitute and his brother had kissed in the car.

He hadn't planned this, he was only going to flirt with the blond, whisk him around all night and make Sasuke jealous. It was supposed to force his foolish otouto to admit him feelings, and it had worked in a way. He hadn't planned on them looking so good together though, and they did. Sasuke and Naruto were like sun and moon, night and day, opposites, but beautiful together. His brother's wriggling dragged him back, reminding him that the boy was probably as ready as he was going to be now.

He settled in between the pale legs, spreading them further, lifting them slightly to wrap around his waist. He sighed as he pressed against the tanned back in front of him, Naruto stilling as one hand gripped his shoulder. Itachi shivered with sensation when he pressed the head in, feeling the resistance pushing back on it until it popped through the ring of muscles, which now squeezed him sporadically. He sunk into the boy's heat slowly, opening his eyes to see the beautiful look on his brother's face. There was pleasure yes, but also pain, indecision and confusion.

He paused when he was embedded to the hilt, waiting for the boy to relax around him before continuing. He motioned to Naruto to start riding him once again and the boy started moving, his slow pace picking up with each thrust. This helped a lot, Sasuke's muscles uncoiling around him, the little thrusts of his hips brushing and jostling his arousal deliciously inside. He started to move.

He built up a rhythm, basing it off the back rising and falling in front of him. One of his hands gripped Sasuke's pale hip tightly, the other moving to fist in blond hair, snapping the boy's head to the side, biting down hard on his neck. Naruto hissed and tightened around Sasuke's member, causing the boy to shout in pleasure himself.

Itachi's thrusts were as gentle as he could make them, but his lust was quickly mounting and he couldn't hold back. He dug his teeth into the tanned shoulder again to muffle a cry, and Naruto came, startled and open mouthed, squeaking his climax. He trembled, erupting onto Sasuke's stomach. The pale boy below him groaned at the sensation, coming again at the feeling of the muscles around him spasming and relaxing.

Itachi tried to hold back, but the sounds his brother made were too delectable. He let out his own quiet moan and came inside Sasuke with a final thrust, pulling himself out before rolling the blond off of his brother with a smile. He settled in on Sasuke's other side, spooning in behind the pale boy, who's eyes were drooping shut slowly. It had been a long day.

Itachi let himself have one final smirk, burying it in his brother's neck, before closing his own eyes and dropping into sleep.

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When Sasuke woke, Itachi was gone, but the blond was still asleep beside him, holding onto him. He couldn't help but smile. He reached out one pale hand, caressing the tanned cheek beside him lightly. He couldn't believe the boy's skin was so soft, like his hair. Sasuke paused a minute, looking at the boy, before letting his hand comb delicately through the hair like spun gold. Naruto did stir at that touch, resurfacing a little at a time. The boy yawned, then looked at the Uchiha and froze, not sure what to do. Sasuke just smiled.

"That was nice, you know. You're beautiful when you sleep." Naruto snorted at that comment, turning away to stretch again before rolling to his feet. Sasuke frowned.

"What's wrong, Naruto? In a hurry to get away from me?" The blond stopped, looking backwards, pants halfway on. He scowled.

"Unlike you, some of us have things to do, jobs and stuff, teme." Sasuke prickled at this. He wanted the boy to stay, he wanted to plead with him to get back in the bed, to come back to sleep. But he couldn't, his pride stopped him, screaming that is not what Uchiha's do. He sighed, falling back onto his own pillow and turning away. He heard the door open and shut behind him, and he pretended he didn't care.


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*Edit* this is the new, beta'd version of this story, finally uploaded. it's been in my email since forever ago, but i didn't get a chance to put it up until now. go me and my procrastination. if you like this, theres more hooker-verse in my profile, and there will be more specifically Sasu Naru and Ita soon, I promise.