Education Redux: A Second Take

Naruto shifted nervously outside the principle's office. It was late in the afternoon, and all of the other kids were gone. Most of the faculty as well, only a few staff remaining to finish up odd projects before heading out. Naruto had gotten a note this morning, on official school stationary, telling him to report to the office after his detention. He swallowed hard, knowing that any more slip ups on his part and he might well be expelled. He couldn't afford to be expelled, not after the last time. He'd only been here for a month. He swallowed hard, before raising a shaking hand and turning the knob on the door. It swung open slowly in front of him, and his heart skipped a beat.

There was someone in there already, seated on the edge of the principal's desk with his legs crossed in front of him rather stiffly. Naruto recognized him, but he was sure the other boy didn't attend school here. He did notice the striking resemblance the boy had to the man behind the desk though. He stuttered an apology and turned to leave. The familiar commanding voice of the principal froze him in his tracks though.

"No, Uzumaki-kun. Don't leave, we have some business to discuss. Don't mind my brother, he has proven that he can't be trusted alone so sadly he will be joining us for this little chat." Naruto blushed a little, but turned back into the office, closing the door behind him and awkwardly making his way to the unoccupied chair in front of the desk. The man folded his hands in front of him.

"I trust that you know why you're here, Uzumaki?" Naruto nodded, flinching slightly. He hoped the man would be compassionate, but his cold dark eyes seemed to say otherwise. The man folded his hands in front of him face, looking at Naruto as if he was deep in thought. "Then you probably know that this is a serious matter. Right now I should be kicking you out of this school without a second thought. However, I know how inconvenient that would make things for you and your poor father, so I'm willing to strike up a little deal with you. The question is, how badly do you want to stay here?" Naruto's eyes went wide, hope surging in his chest. This meant he had a chance to stay.

"I'll do anything to stay here, Uchiha-sensei. Please, please." He could feel himself on the verge of crying, and tried to blink the tears back. He was scared out of his mind that he'd be kicked out again, sent back home where he had nothing, not even any hope of starting over again. The pale man behind the desk smirked, folding his hands together to one side of his face. Naruto got a little nervous twisting in his gut at that look, but he stood firm. He couldn't be expelled again, there were no options left to him after this.

"Really, Uzumaki-kun? That's good to hear." The man smiled, and held out his hand, beckoning Naruto closer. The blond looked a little confused, shifting a little bit uncomfortably, but got up anyways. He fixed his eyes on the shiny, clear surface of the desk before him, not able to meet the Uchiha's eyes. The man reached out, when he was close enough, and grabbed Naruto's wrist. The boy was startled, staring dumbly at the contrast between the pale fingers and how own tanned skin.

He felt the man's fingers trail down his his wrist slowly, surprised by how soft they were, until they came down over his hand, tangling with his own, and pushing something plastic into his palm, about the size of a closed fist. He looked at it, the shiny red plastic and black dial, strange, almost alien. He had no idea what this was, or how he would go about saving his high school career using it.

He lifted his face, casting a confused, desperate look to the Uchiha behind the desk. The man just smirked, reaching out again, turning the dial slowly to the right. Naruto heard a sound, faint and muffled, and an accompanying squeak from the littler Uchiha. He reached down to the dial, determined to figure out what it did, and how it would save him. Another, smaller pale hand grabbed his wrist though, and two dark eyes scowled at him. Both of them were startled away from this by a snicker from the older Uchiha. The smaller growled low in his throat, but let his hand be pulled back by his brother.

"Hush, Sasuke. If you'd been nicer earlier, you could be back home right now, but you knew I had things to take care of tonight, and you acted like a little bitch anyways. This is your own fault." Naruto looked lost, his eyes shifting from one boy to the other, Sasuke glaring daggers at his big brother, while Itachi just sat back and looked thoroughly amused. Sasuke relented in the face of his brother's unfazed amusement though, and sat heavily back down on the desk with an angry grunt.

"Whatever, just get this over with so we can finish in peace." Itachi smirked, one hand snaking up to tangle with Sasuke's fingers as they spread out on the edge of the desk.

"No, Sasuke. You see, Naruto-kun- you don't mind if I call you that do you?- is going to help me make sure you're really sorry, right Naruto-kun? You just don't seem to be phased by my own punishments anymore." Sasuke's eyes went wide, and his mouth worked the air for a minute, falling open wordlessly. The older boy turned to Naruto then, with a small smile. "What do you say, Naruto-kun? This would be a great personal favor for me, and I'd consider it in turn for letting you stay." Naruto smiled, relieved that he wasn't being tossed out on his ass without any recourse. Still, his smile faltered slightly as he looked over at Sasuke. The boy did not look pleased with the arrangement, and that made Naruto wonder what exactly he'd have to do to clear his record. Still, he didn't have much choice. He nodded shyly.

"Yes, Uchiha-sensei." Sasuke glared at him then, his face flushing slightly. Naruto also noticed how the boy was shifting slightly. His ponderance as to why was broken by the other Uchiha's chuckle.

"Please, Naruto. I have a feeling we'll be a whole lot closer, after this. Call me Itachi." He nodded, not really thinking, his fingers fiddling with the plastic device in his hand nervously. There was no indication on the shiny casing as to what it was, Naruto slid his fingers over the smooth surface anyways, hoping something might come up. The black dial, matte and dark against the rest of the thing, carried the only markings on the surface, indicating high and low, settings of some sort.

He turned the dial upwards, conscious again of the low buzz somewhere in their vicinity. He saw Sasuke too, squirming on the desk top, his pale face flushing to a faded pink. Naruto was perplexed, but something about the other boy's movements fascinated him, and he felt something in his stomach twist when he heard the small moan that escaped the younger Uchiha's mouth.

"Aniki, please..." Itachi smirked as the boy's words trailed off into a little keening noise, and Naruto found it hard to concentrate on the thing in his hands as Sasuke's skin started to sheen a little with sweat, the flush creeping down his neck. He turned confused eyes to Itachi.

"Ano, Itachi-san, what does this do?" Itachi smiled, reaching out his hand as if to take it again, but when Naruto walked around the desk to return it, long pale fingers grabbed his wrist again, steering him to stand directly in front of the now squirming Sasuke, facing him head on. He noticed the sound was louder now, and he flinched, paling a little.

"Ano, this doesn't ...hurt him, does it?" Itachi chuckled, his hand still gripping the blond's wrist loosely.

"No, it won't hurt anything but his pride. In fact, I'm sure he quite enjoys it, don't you otouto?" Sasuke whimpered low in his throat, shaking his head a little. Itachi clicked his tongue disapprovingly. Sasuke's eyes closed slowly, and Naruto found himself almost spellbound by the slight movement of the boy's body. To his astonishment, the little noises and shudders were causing something in his groin to stir, heating him from the core. He shivered, leaning unconsciously closer. Itachi chuckled.

"Please, Aniki. Not here, I'm sorry." Naruto cocked his head, lost to the meaning of those words but loving the tone, low and husky and almost desperate. Itachi shot him an ice glare, though he was still smiling.

"Now now, Sasuke. You brought this upon yourself with your behavior earlier. This is the only option left to me. Besides, it's not all bad, right? Naruto-kun is just the perfect person to help us out, ne?" Sasuke bit his lip, but nodded a little bit. Naruto felt Itachi stand behind him, pushing him closer until he stood only scant inches from the younger Uchiha, whose legs were now uncrossed, splayed slightly on the edge of the desk beneath him. Itachi guided Naruto's hand up to the boy's knee slowly, leaning in so that his mouth was inches from Naruto's ear.

"I'm sure we'll all end up enjoying this in the end, Sasuke. Especially you." Naruto gasped a little as his hand was moved again, this time molded tightly against Sasuke's crotch, Itachi's big hand spread on top of his. They boy was hard, very hard, and Naruto let the remote in drop in his surprise. It clanked dully to the floor, bouncing out of the way. Sasuke whimpered again.

"At least turn it down, please Aniki, it's too much..." Naruto went to grab the remote, but Itachi stopped him, drawing him back and pushing Naruto's hand more firmly onto Sasuke's cloth covered cock, rubbing it in a circle slowly until Sasuke almost looked like he might cry.

"Relax, Sasuke. I might consider such a thing, but only if you make our new guest feel... welcome." Sasuke's eyes opened wide, and he silently pleaded with Itachi one more time before he gave up, his brother's eyes still cool and distant. Sasuke reached a shaky arm up to wrap around Naruto's shoulders, pulling the still dazed boy forwards until their lips collided. Naruto came to his senses then, but found he couldn't do much, sandwiched between the two Uchihas as he was.

He forced himself to relax, letting his eyes close and his lips part at the harsh demands of Sasuke's tongue. It wasn't bad really, it was actually quite pleasant when he thought about it. He felt Itachi pull his hand away, but Naruto didn't stop the soft movement of his hand over Sasuke's clothed erection, not even when Itachi peeled away from them, collecting the little remote from the floor.

Sasuke suddenly moaned into his mouth, and Naruto swallowed the cry, muffling it against his own lips. He was so lost in the boy in front of him that he didn't even hear Itachi come towards them again, not until the the man pressed against Naruto's back again, arms wrapping around the push the fabric of Sasuke's shirt up, sliding under it and along pale skin.

Then he moved, pulling the two boys apart for a second so that he could pull the shirt away, up over Sasuke's head, his little brother obediently raising his arms to get rid of the garment, letting it be thrown to the side before pulling Naruto back to him, their mouths meeting again. Naruto dived into the kiss now though, pushing his won tongue into Sasuke's mouth and letting it tangle with Sasuke's desperately. He felt Itachi chuckle into his neck.

"That's more like it, otouto, I can see your getting into it now." Sasuke moaned into Naruto's mouth again, and his hips bucked up slightly into the boy's hand, almost without realizing it, and he slid his own pale hands underneath Naruto's shirt. The contact sent a shiver up Naruto's spine, and he whimpered a little as the fabric was drawn upwards. Itachi took over quickly, pulling them apart slightly to pull Naruto's shirt off, tossing it away. Naruto leaned back in quickly, latching his mouth onto Sasuke's, shivering as he felt Itachi's bare chest on his back, not sure when the older Uchiha had removed his shirt but not caring much, and startling a little when Itachi's mouth latched onto the crook of his neck, suckling the skin in a way that made him moan into Sasuke's mouth again, pulling away to pant a little against the boy's face.

Itachi didn't waste time, sliding his hand down in between his brother and their guest, palming Naruto's clothed but still quite hard erection. Naruto whimpered at this, his eyes sliding halfway shut. Sasuke was grabbing his hips, pulling him in again by the belt loops, before his pale fingers went to work on Naruto's fly, until the pants fell, underwear soon following.

Naruto moaned louder, a little dazed, as Sasuke's hand wrapped around his cock. He barely even noticed it when one of Itachi's fingers, slick with oil now, trailed down between the cheeks of his ass. When it pushed in though, he panicked a little. Suddenly the sense that had abandoned him earlier flooded back with that little shot of pain, and he cried out, trying to push away from Sasuke in front of him. The boy's arms just wrapped around his neck, holding him, and his motion only sunk that finger further into him, making him wince.

Itachi grabbed his hip with his other hand, rubbing soothing circles on it with his thumb, and leaning in to whisper comforting noises into his ear. It did calm him a little, but Naruto was still nervous. He met Sasuke's eyes though, and saw the need and desire in them, swimming and wet, and his breath stopped for a moment. He couldn't leave, not now, not with those desperate eyes looking at him, silently begging him not to. He swallowed.

His body got a bit hotter then, as Itachi eased another finger into him, and he found himself fumbling with Sasuke's pants all of a sudden, shaking hands wanting them off and away so he could be that much closer. That posed a problem for him though, and he whined a little bit in frustration, drawing an amused chuckle from the man still pressed up against his back. Itachi drew him backwards then, away from Sasuke, and he struggled a bit until a soothing voice whispered in his ear again.

"Hush, calm down Sunshine. Sasuke's not going anywhere, neither are you, just give him a second to... re-acclimate." Naruto swallowed hard again, and nodded, letting himself be pulled away, his hands dropping to rest weakly by his sides, eyes never leaving Sasuke's. The boy slid off the desk, a little shaky on his feet himself now, and pushed the offending garment down, revealing the slim, pale hips that had been underneath, fading finger shaped bruises evident there.

Naruto pulled forwards again, his eyes concerned looking as he moved to run his fingers across them. Sasuke didn't flinch, they were old enough that they didn't really hurt anymore, and he was more concerned with getting on with what they were doing. He went to get back on the desk when Naruto caught his wrist quickly, earning him another smirking little chuckle from Itachi, whose chin still hovered a bit above his shoulder. He could feel the tickle of the man's long, soft hair on his sensitized skin and it made him shiver.

"Who...?" The concern was evident in his voice, and he felt Itachi's hot breath on his ear as the man leaned closer.

"Don't worry, Naruto, my otouto likes it a little rough. He's not so fragile as to break from just that anyway." Naruto scowled, twisting a little, feeling something illogical and wet twisting in his chest. He tried to pull forwards.

"Who?" Itachi chuckled.

"Yes, who was it that left those marks on you, otouto? Who did you beg for them?" Naruto startled a little, shivering as the image of Sasuke begging floated through his head. He found himself not really wanting to know who'd left those marks, just wanting to cover them with his own. Sasuke whimpered a little, and looked away, his face flushing from embarrassment and desire. Naruto stepped closer, pushing him back into the side of the desk, Itachi's fingers falling from his ass with a little wet pop at the sudden movement.

"Tell him, Sasuke. Tell the boy who it was that had you singing so sweetly? Harder. Faster. Deeper. Right there! Tell him." Sasuke flinched a little, as Itachi drew a little closer with each word until he was pressed against Naruto's back again, pushing the boy into him a bit at the last word, a command, sharp and almost sarcastic, but still amused.

"It was you Itachi, you know that. Stop, stop yelling, it was you." Sasuke was still hard, though his eyes were swimming with tears now. Naruto cocked his head at the confession, but found that it didn't surprise him much, and it certainly didn't hurt in the way he'd expected it to. It only took a second for him to close the small space between them, leaning in to take Sasuke's lips again. The boy moaned into his mouth, and he could hear the little whirring clearly getting louder now, as Itachi played with the little red remote again. Naruto blushed himself then, suddenly putting two and two together and realizing what that little noise was.

It made him moan low and smooth though, thinking that Sasuke had something so naughty inside of him right now. He pushed the younger Uchiha backwards, leaning over him and ravishing his mouth now, one hand tangling in dark hair, the other fisting the boy's erection. He felt Itachi's fingers enter him again, but he didn't care this time, not with the delicious noises Sasuke was making into his mouth.

Then Itachi reached around, pushing Sasuke's hips up a little, and drawing the vibrator from his brother's ass by the rubber base, making the boy moan. Naruto's eyes widened a little when he saw how long the thing was, and it made his cock pulse a little. He found Itachi's bottle of oil, sitting beside Sasuke on the desk now, and poured it over his fingers. Itachi grabbed his wrist though.

"Don't bother, Naruto. He's stretched enough and I don't know if my poor little otouto can take much more of this." Naruto nodded, using the oil to slick his own thick cock instead, leaning in to push against the boy's reddened hole. Sasuke moaned deeply and pushed forwards onto the intrusion, wincing a little as the head popped through the small opening and inside of him with a small wet noise.

Naruto fought with himself, making sure to sink in slowly, giving Sasuke time to adjust to the length and width of him, bigger than that toy. Sasuke's little bucks and wriggles made it so difficult though, and by the time he had made it inside to the hilt he was breathing hard, almost shaking with the exertion. He winced a little, suddenly distracted by something hot and hard and blunt being pushed against his own hole, sunk in slowly, wet with oil and sweat.

The helped to still him, to give him time, but by the time it was to the hilt inside of him he couldn't wait on either count, the hot firm chest pressed against his back and the sight of Sasuke's face, frustrated and shining with sweat, both together were too much for him. He moaned as he pulled out slowly, pushing back onto Itachi inside of him and shuddering a little at the sensation, the wonderful tight heat of Sasuke's ass receding as the pleasurable burn of Itachi's shaft pushed further inside of him.

Then he pushed back inside of the younger Uchiha, and the shaft inside of him slid out a little. He made a long low noise at the sensation, feeling his knees wobble a little. He'd never done anything like this before tonight, never even though of it, and yet now that his little punishment, not that it was much of one, was underway, he couldn't think of anything else outside of this. Sasuke mewled beneath him adorably, hands grasped tightly around his neck, eyes pressed closed as he clawed at the back of Naruto's neck lightly, desperately.

Naruto quickly fell into a rhythm, moving himself between the two brothers like clockwork, and everywhere he looked he saw pale skin slicked with sweat, and all he heard beyond his own heavy breathing were the moans, two different voices, one high and desperately needy, the other low and husky, on the edge of control. His own voice broke at that, his panting breaths turning into little groans of pleasure as the shaft inside him rubbed against that bundle of nerves as he shifted, his own shaft held tightly by Sasuke's spasming ass muscles.

It didn't take long until he was on the edge of his orgasm, building quickly low in his stomach, tingling everywhere. Sasuke went over first though, moaning and cursing, Naruto's heart sunk a little when he heard Itachi's name in that trail of garbled words, but his own still followed and that was what really pushed him over, his own cock contracting inside the spasming heat of Sasuke's ass, moaning a deep trail of curses, and then Itachi was filling him, his name moaned hotly into his ear as the older Uchiha bucked arrhythmically into his ass.

Naruto fell forwards onto Sasuke's heaving chest with an undignified flop, his hands moving to pet pale, smooth skin. He felt Sasuke's cum slipping around between them, sticking them together slightly, and he felt more than heard the little gasp of pleasure as he shifted on Sasuke's now soft but still hypersensitive shaft, pinned between them.

Itachi pulled out of Naruto's ass with a wet plop and stepped back, admiring the two of them. They looked good together, and he applauded himself for making this decision. From the moment Naruto's file had been dumped on his desk by one of the teachers he had been planning this, though now he considered maybe letting Naruto fail anyways, keeping him around another year, making sure he didn't stray.

The way his brother and the blond were snuggling into each other now made him think that wasn't necessary though. He smirked, knowing now that he didn't need contracts or promises to keep the younger boy here, all he needed was the two of them. It made him feel a bit odd, the two boys beneath him were almost like a boxed set, like they belonged together, and he stepped back, pulling his clothing on.

"Aniki?" He turned to see Sasuke blinking up at him sleepily, Naruto's deep blue eyes regarding him as well, both sets concerned, wanting. Sasuke's hand stretched out towards him then, as the boy's shifted to sit up, legs still entwined together. Itachi walked over, pants on but no shirt, and laced fingers with his baby brother, before laying a kiss on each of their foreheads. It seemed to calm them a little.

"I have some more work to do before I leave, Otouto. You two look tired though why don't you take Naruto-kun home. I won't be that long, I promise." Sasuke nodded with a weary smiled, his fingers falling away from Itachi's to Naruto's back, sliding absently across the tight tanned skin.

Itachi mentally swore as he pulled his shirt over his head and hurriedly left. He really did have work to do, and if he stayed here any longer the sight of them together would give him a serious "problem," hell already seemed to be developing one. He sighed heavily as he closed the door behind him. He would have to take care of it before he could get any work done now, and it would take all of his focus not to rush home after them.

He had all summer for that after all. His lips curled into a smirk as he headed down the quiet, darkened school hallway.