To Rise by Sin

Warnings: Very unbeta’d.





To Rise by Sin

"Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall"
From “Measure for Measure” by William Shakespeare


“You should be more careful.” Itachi says after the cup broke, making a shuttering sound that was startlingly loud and crisp in the quiet kitchen. “That is the third one you dropped since I came to visit you.”

It is the forth, but who is counting? Sasuke curls his sweaty hands into fists.

Itachi slides off the chair in that maddeningly smooth way he has. Sasuke, in habit of kicking the thing that annoys him or makes him uncomfortable, buries his fingertips into the cold, hard edge of the sink. There is no way he could kick Itachi, because Itachi is the guest in his house, his brother whom he hadn’t seen in an awfully long while. Sasuke missed Itachi, no matter how peculiar his behavior is now, or how itchy and unnerved Itachi’s eyes on his back are making Sasuke feel.

“You should wear more color.” Itachi tells him, close on his right; almost close enough to be warm and comfortable.

Sasuke grits his teeth and glances over his shoulder. Itachi is wearing a gray shirt and black pants. The ridiculous suggestion does not deserve an answer, so Sasuke takes the other dirty cup to wash. His hands might be shaking slightly so he repeats what became his mantra sense Itachi took his jacket off on the Friday night after he stepped over the threshold: Only one week. Then he will be gone.

“Blue would look good on you.” The velvety tones make Sasuke’s toes curl and the green ceramic in his hands is just a handful of pieces. Itachi makes an odd sound that could be laugh. Sasuke wipes his hands and leaves the kitchen. The door behind him closes with unsatisfying softness.


#


Naruto is conveniently free to come and finish the project they are working on for the idiotic megalomaniac that is calling himself their boss. It’s a miracle. He is even considerate enough to ask if Sasuke would like him to pick up some food on his way over. Sasuke already knows that there must have been a better choice for the company right now, but it is too late so he explains about having Itachi visiting. Laughter from the other side is the proof enough Naruto doesn’t mind so he promises to bring enough for three. He sounds happy and light, like there is no place he’d rather be at.

Sasuke manages to find the holder for the phone on his third try.


#


It might have been a good choice after all, Sasuke is thinking while watching Naruto explain his thoughts on the project by moving his arms in sharp, wide gestures. He is more relaxed now; even with the active knowledge that Itachi is only a few walls behind him, taking his afternoon nap.

The afternoon is slowly becoming evening when Sasuke dives out of work. He offers to finally serve the food Naruto had brought with him. Naruto happily agrees, so Sasuke stuffs the dinner into the microwave and goes to wake up his brother.

Itachi’s answer comes right away. He was not sleeping, then.

“Dinner.” Sasuke informs him through the half-open door. Sitting in the armchair next to the window, Itachi carefully puts aside his reading glasses on the top of the book that just slid out of his hands.

“You have… a friend over.” Sasuke’s stomach curls oddly as he recognizes displeasure in his brother’s statement. For a mad, mad second, he thinks about bringing in the entire collective.

“He is the one who brought the food. Be nice.”

Sasuke has no idea why is he warning Itachi that he won’t stand for him harassing Naruto in any way. That would make his brother even more curious than he obviously already is, but Sasuke doesn’t want to see Naruto twitch, snap back and walk away. He is Sasuke’s security blanket for tonight, a sin explored to the core and thus familiar. His desires won’t do if Naruto goes away.

Itachi goes to bathroom to wash his hands before the dinner. Sasuke is nervous like the hellgate might open in his living room any moment and even usually unperceptive Naruto gives him a funny look when he places the plates on the table with the loud thuds.

When Sasuke approaches the table next time, Naruto grabs his sleeve and lean closer – closer, so much closer and his warmth is addictive, Sasuke knows that and yet he cannot move - to whisper, “Are you two fighting or something?”

It feels like someone pushed him unprepared under the ocean surface. Sasuke was never fooling himself that his brother is blind to his odd behavior, but if Naruto can see something was off before Itachi even entered the room, then what hope Sasuke had to manage this week without permanent consequences?

Itachi walks in right after Sasuke gives a jerky, laying nod in response. He narrows his eyes at Naruto’s grasp on Sasuke’s sleeve before turning his cold eyes to Naruto’s face. It is not the best time for inappropriate laughter but Sasuke has to turn to the get the saltbox so he would not have to burst into insane giggles.

Oddly enough, Itachi and Naruto hit right on. They talk and they laugh together, and if Sasuke is not between them, a bit amazed and so aroused he was going blind with the need to reach down and squeeze his dick, he would be tempted to join them. He has to excuse himself after a while, there are only so many childhood stories you can listen Naruto sniggering over while your pant sare unpicking on you. It is a good feeling, though. They are talking about me, Sasuke things while washing his face. About me.

He remembers the first time he saw Naruto, first day on the new job, many months ago. Naruto grinned, and shook his hand. His eyes were blue and playful and Sasuke wanted him. Sometimes he thought Naruto knew, but ignored it on purpose. Sometimes he thought Naruto is as oblivious as the office hanging hook about it. And sometimes, he just thought that Naruto was an idiot.

Naruto is not being an idiot tonight. He is being as cheerful as always, but he’s been glancing back from Itachi at Sasuke every so often, his eyes midnight blue with worry.

When Sasuke walks back into the room, Itachi moved to his chair, next to Naruto. Their heads are close, voices a low murmur, their elbows are nearly touching. A hot swirl of lust stretches impossibly high and malts away, until there is only a cold coil left in his lungs. Sasuke knows, recognizes jealousy - his old, best friend – and he clears his throat loudly after he stops to stand behind Itachi.

They both look up at him, Naruto with his eyes wide and Itachi with his narrowed. Sasuke suddenly can’t tiptoe around it any longer; he wants them both. He can’t t have either one. Itachi stands up and goes out, so at least the knots in Sasuke’s back loosen a little.

“Is he a vampire?” Naruto asks, his eyes still on the door Itachi had disappeared through.

“It’s still day outside.” Sasuke points out, though the day outside is more like dusk outside.

Naruto finally looks back at him. “Yeah, but there is just something unnatural in the way he moves. Like an upgraded version of you.”

And there they are, the knots in Sasuke’s back, the wounded ego and the insane pride of Itachi being his brother. Naruto, as usually, blindly put his fingers at the exact middle of a problem. Sasuke is just an echo of his brother’s existence. He needs no shrink to tell him that the lust he feels for his brother is actually his desire for what he could have been.

Sasuke picks up the dirty plates with a lot of noise and takes them to the sink.

The water is running, but Sasuke likes the plates he owns for a while now too much to risk breaking them to start washing. Then there is a hand on his wrist and Sasuke turns only a little, just to see Naruto standing a little too close yet again.

“I’ll do that, okay?” Naruto almost cajoles, voice soft and inviting. Sasuke can feel his own heart pulsing against Naruto’s palm and he can’t move. Something is going to happen if he does, his instincts scream at him. Naruto huffs. “God, what is wrong with you today?”

Then there is the other arm, sneaking around his waist, and Naruto literally lifts him off of the floor to a side, so he can take the place next to the sink. He is not using the gloves for the hand washing. Sasuke watches in fascination as his dishes dance in Naruto’s fingers.

“If he bothers you so much, why did you agree to have him over?” Naruto asks after a couple of minutes.

Because it wasn’t like this before. Because he is my brother. Because I’m lonely in this forsaken old house. Because it wasn’t like this before.

The second answer seems safest. “He is my brother.”

“He doesn’t seem bad.” Naruto adds carefully. Sasuke bits into his lip.

The silence stretches after that for some time. Sasuke wants to feel Naruto’s hands again. He also wants to go and invite Itachi back into the living room. His fingers are cold - or they feel cold, so Sasuke tries to warm them up by rubbing them against the inner side of his jeans pockets.

“I should go now.” Naruto says, but he doesn’t move.

Sasuke can see clearly how horrible, how even worse things will be without him around, so he chokes out, “Guest room.”

Naruto is watching him, Sasuke can feel it. What is it that he is asking, damn it? He should have called someone else over. Sakura would come. She was annoying sometimes, but she would have come. Now everything would be alright.

But he didn’t want anyone else in his house, under the same roof with Itachi, who is older and beautiful and who feels warm and achingly homey. Sasuke needs to drown in that feeling and he wanted something strong enough to keep him grounded. Something pure and without too much guilt attached. Something Naruto.

So he looks up where Naruto was waiting. “Stay.”

“Why?” Naruto whispers. “It’s not like he would say no to you if you asked.”

Sasuke is so startled he flinches badly and steps back. Naruto follows, grabs his forearms. They are very close now.

“He is my brother.” Sasuke points out reasonably. “So shut the fuck up.”

If Naruto is upset by his rude tone or snappy words, he is a good actor. He’s insisting. “Why do you want me here?”

If Sasuke says the wrong thing, Naruto would go. He is not very good with right and wrong, though. What is it that Naruto wanted to hear?

He settles for the truth. “So I wouldn’t ask.”

Naruto lets his hands drop. Sasuke firmly believes that he is in for a very cold evening.

“I don’t have anything with me.” Naruto informs him needlessly, and that is enough for Sasuke to turns from startlingly blue eyes to go to get him something to sleep in.


#


Of course, having Itachi in one room next to his own and Naruto in the other is too much. At some point at night, after Sasuke wakes up for the ninth time, he makes himself a warm cup of tea. The only television is in the living room, so Sasuke curls himself in the couch in front of it and watches some horror movie that is neither well done nor scary. At some point he falls asleep.


#


The horrible monster - because that must be it to make his heart beat at that insane rate that will break it in a second - fades away with the voice that is calling for him. “Sasuke?”

He opens his eyes to look right up to the ceiling, where everything is clear and clean and free of guilt. Itachi’s soft voice is still ringing in his ears. Sasuke knows he is wet from sweat; nightmares are so familiar to him.

“You told me,” Itachi says, sharp edge along the side of the words. “That the nightmares have stopped.”

And they had stopped. The death of their parents was only the painful past now for Sasuke. When he fails to answer, the thing he is squeezing tightly unconsciously squeezes back. Sasuke sits up in the couch to take a better look, but he knows he is holding his brother’s hand tightly in his own before the motion is over. Their fingers are entangled - Sasuke’s right, Itachi’s right hand. The sensation is pleasant, and it makes the remaining of the nightmare disappear.

Itachi uses his other arm to drag Sasuke closer. With a soft, soft sigh, Sasuke buries his forehead into his neck. Itachi smells like he always smelled, faintly sour and familiar. Sasuke thinks that combining that scent with Naruto’s would make him feel like he was making a pie and he almost smiles, when someone’s clearing their throat.

Sasuke snaps his head, expecting to see Naruto at the door. It takes a second, but then he realizes that Naruto is behind him, behind the couch – he was in the room all along.

“I woke you up.” Sasuke says, drawing back.

“Yeah,” Naruto answers bluntly. “I thought someone was killing you.”

Sasuke pretends he missed the sharp whipping glare Itachi gave Naruto. He was screaming? Yes, that would explain both of them being here when he woke up. Also, his sore throat.

“You can go back to sleep now.”

Itachi is not moving. Naruto walks around the couch and drops down, next to Sasuke.

“I think I’ll watch television now.” He says.

He changes the channel to some comedy, but Sasuke can’t care less about it. He can feel Itachi’s arm resting inches behind his head and Naruto’s thigh touching his knee. It is making him kind of dizzy, but it ends quickly.

“You should take that wet shirt off.” Smooth and low voice says right into his ear. Sasuke, for all his control and resistance, leans back a little before nodding. He garbs the hem of the shirt and pulls it over his head; a stable, gentle hand helps him by moving the dump cotton off his back. He is naked from waist up. Itachi’s fingers stay just over his hip. Sasuke wants to turn to him, but instead he looks down where Naruto slid off couch on the carpet.

Naruto is looking up at him – and his eyes flicker occasionally to Itachi. His mouth is opened, kissable. Sasuke realizes he is holding his breath and when he dares to inhale, he knows.

It is possible to have both. But he has to be brave.

He reaches to find Naruto’s hand, and Naruto is gracious enough to let him take it. Sasuke leans over him, until they are very, very close. Itachi tightens his hold.

“Do you want to ask now?” Naruto whispers. His hold on Sasuke’s hand also tightens, and Sasuke is amused and thankful. “Should I go?”

The offer is so like Naruto. Sasuke wants to smile. Instead, he bends just a little further and Naruto meets him half way - they are kissing, clumsily as first, but that melts away under the thick sweetness of Naruto’s mouth. It is not long because Itachi’s hands are restless on Sasuke’s back but he is out of breath, panting heavily anyway.

Sasuke straightens his back, but he is still holding Naruto’s hand, as strongly as he can manage. Small kiss brushes his shoulder.

“Ask what?” Itachi questions. Sasuke turns enough to shut him up as well. What he gets this time is a calming tide, gentle care and weightlessness. It is completely opposite from what he feels in the presence of the two of them otherwise.

This kiss ends much more naturally, because Naruto’s hand is still in Sasuke’s. When he opens his eyes, Itachi is honestly amused; such rare gift for his little brother. Then his eyes find Naruto and for one wild moment, Sasuke wants to erase it, all of it. But when he turns, Naruto is flushed, not repulsed.

“I might grow to like him.” Itachi says. “He has good taste.”

Naruto grins. And then he gets up on his knees, just high enough for Sasuke to see how utterly beautiful his dark shirt looks on Naruto.

“Are you feeling better now?” He asks. Sasuke is feeling better, faced with Naruto’s smile, safely cocooned into Itachi’s arms. “I bet you do.”

“Maybe,” Itachi suggests, words completely directed to Naruto. “He needs more.”

Naruto now smiles at Itachi, and like it was some sort of secret code, Itachi moves Sasuke against his chest.

“Look at him.” Itachi commands. His breath is so hot it takes a moment for Sasuke to understand the words. He follows the order to find Naruto waiting for him to do it.

Naruto’s fingers are cold – or is Sasuke’s skin just too warm? – but they feel good anyway. His pajamas were holding on elastic, so it was very easy for Naruto to slips his hand under the material and tug it down. Sasuke lifts off his hips to help.

Something must be fascinating about the sight, because Itachi lets out a small sound. It shots through Sasuke’s bloodstream just as furiously as the feeling of Naruto’s fingertips that are finding their way into his underwear. It tickles a little, but it is a pleasant feeling all together.

Itachi is right; the show Naruto is performing is not to be missed. The hunger, the bliss on his face when he finally releases Sasuke’s cock out of the cloths makes both him and Itachi inhale sharply. Naruto hums. It’s just a little nasal sound, but the hot air of it washes over Sasuke’s sensitive head; am unusually delicate promise. Naruto’s tongue flickers out and he licks off all the precome that has gathered with the expression that suggests getting that taste was the sole purpose of his life.

For several minutes, Naruto just leaves small licks and nibbles all over Sasuke’s erection. When he finally closes his mouth around the tip of it, Sasuke digs his fingers into Itachi’s forearms not to arch up into the wet heat. It’s bonfire, the sensation that travels under his skin, it burns away the sin, it shuts up Sasuke’s mind completely and he moans, high and needy.

Naruto responds with a growl and sucks not so gently, lowering himself deeper and deeper every time he swallows Sasuke’s cock. Itachi’s hands are firm, but nothing in the world can stop Sasuke from jerking his hips up, to demand more of the warm moisture. He is much closer to coming then he should be in such a short time, but he doesn’t care enough to try to stop. Naruto doesn’t seem to care either; he is so focused on what he’s doing, his eyes are closed, his tongue restless.

Itachi bends over Sasuke’s shoulder to grab a handful of Naruto’s hair. It would be funny, the completely lost look Naruto has in his eyes for a moment before the annoyance takes over as he glares at Itachi, but Sasuke is to busy whimpering from the loss, from the coldness. He tries to slap away Itachi’s hand from where it’s still entangled in Naruto’s hair; he doesn’t like it, and he wants to come now, he deserved to come after that decades long day.

“You are impatient.” Itachi’s amused voice informs him. His breath that hits just above Sasuke’s ear sends shudders through the muscles of Sasuke’s forearms. He shifts his body, draws back, until he is flat against Itachi, between his spread legs, feeling the stiffness digging into his hip. It sends a complete new fire jolt of pleasure through Sasuke’s body, and even though it’s not as loud, he defiantly moans again.

Itachi let go of Naruto, but Naruto doesn’t go back to where Sasuke’s erection is demanding immediate attention. Instead, he bites softly at his hip, and says, “Turn over.”

Sasuke blinks – but he is so comfortable, why would he…? Itachi moves, tugs on his shoulder and grinds against Sasuke’s hip again. Sasuke needs no more persuasion. He turns with a gasp.

Itachi is sitting there on the couch, with his back to the hard wood of the armrest and his legs widely spread, tall and confident as ever. It is the look in his eyes that is special; the need, the yearning, lust. His eyes are on Sasuke, wandering along the side of his body. Under that scorching assessment, Sasuke barely feels Naruto helping him get rid of the pajama pants that were twisted around his knees.

His hands are shaking a little, because he knows that look, he saw it so many times in his mind, in his dreams. This time, it’s real, Itachi is right here, more than just willing; he was offering himself, offering what Sasuke has wanted for years.

Sasuke bites into his lip, hard, hoping the pain will ease his nerves. He has no time to urge Itachi to get out of his pants, so he just flips the zipper open. Itachi is not wearing any underwear. His cock is so much like Sasuke’s; bent just a little bit downwards, and so pleasantly hard. Considering that he is in his pants, not pajamas, he must have been sleeping completely naked. The thought hits Sasuke’s already overwhelmed mind, so he lets out a strangled sound and lowers himself to take as much of his brother’s cock in his mouth.

His throat is still sore and closed up from the screaming, so he chokes. He needs to retreat to take a breath, cough out the spit that is threatening to drown him, but he doesn’t want to. He closes his mouth instead and suck harshly on the head of Itachi’s cock. Itachi’s hand clutches into his shoulder, but he doesn’t move. Sasuke takes as much breath as he can through his nose, intent of not letting go. A shadow moves, close on his left.

Naruto is pulling on his hair, first gently before it becomes harsher. He leans in, bits into Sasuke’s earlobe and says, amused and rasp and cajoling again, “Come on, take a breath. You’ll kill him.”

It’s enough, those are just the right words. Sasuke is now curious, so he glances up. Itachi’s cheeks are red, redder then that perfect face ever was before, his mouth is open a little. Somewhere deep inside himself, Sasuke finds the strengths to smirk through the panting. Itachi answers by pushing him back down, a silent demand.

Sasuke willingly goes, but the smirk melts into a smile as he hears Naruto chuckle.

This time much less desperate, Sasuke slowly explores every vain and bump of Itachi’s cock with his tongue. The saltiness drowned in his spit a long time ago, and Sasuke is little bit annoyed at himself for the earlier hastiness.

He tears his mouth away to check on Naruto, but it seems there are no problems there. Naruto is leaning on the coffee table and his eyes are wide and shiny, following transfixed everything Sasuke is doing. When their eyes meet, Naruto bends to give him a deep, harsh kiss full of teeth. Sasuke responds with the same enthusiasm. He feels Naruto’s hand stroking the side of his hip and then over the cheek of his ass until there is a finger probing at his entrance.

Naruto breaks the kiss, almost breathless. “Can I?” He asks, he pleads, digging his finger just a little bit deeper. “Please?”

Sasuke swallows as Itachi’s hand pets his hair and whispers against Naruto’s mouth, “Yeah. Fuck me.”

Hearing those words slipping of his lips is unfamiliar, strange, but Sasuke doesn’t care. Naruto kisses him again, harder and shorter, and moves. Sasuke goes back to Itachi’s waiting cock, now delicious again.

He can hear his brother demanding if Naruto is clean, he can hear Naruto’s irritated answer, how he didn’t sleep with anyone sincee he met Sasuke. He stops listening then, half amused with the conversation, half irritated no one is asking him anything. Maybe Itachi needs more, but Sasuke knows that Naruto is donating his blood every few months so he would get three days off the work for it.

There is some more talk, but Sasuke now ignores it completely. He can feel Naruto getting up, and decides not to worry about is as he keeps nibbling at the shaft of the erection in his hand.

Naruto is soon back, so soon he must have been running. Sasuke turns his head so he’d see him. Naruto takes off his cloths, in what seems to be one single swift movement. His chest has some light hair sprinkled over it, gold sparkling on the light from the screen. Sasuke’s eyes fluidly slid down his stomach to where Naruto’s unsupported cock is defying gravitation. He is fascinated, but Naruto kneels at the other side of the bed, efficiently cutting off the line of view.

Sasuke is disappointed, but then he can feel Naruto’s warm, gently fingers spreading his cheeks. He wants to watch, but he can’t, so he glances up to his brother. Over Sasuke’s head, Itachi probably has one hell of a view, and he is using the convenience. His eyes are narrowed, more like he is judging Naruto’s competence then anything, but Sasuke can feel his cock jerk a couple of times in his hand. Itachi is enjoying this very much.

It has been awhile, so when Naruto’s first finger slips deep into him, Sasuke has to suppress a hiss. His muscles move to accommodate, but Naruto is patient, gentle. The smell that spread around them is unfamiliar, herbal. Itachi’s lube, then. Sasuke relaxes and opens his mouth wider.

Naruto’s fingers soon brush over his prostate. The feeling is not instantly blissful, his bladder clenches in mock need, but as Naruto strokes it several more times, Sasuke is completely comfortable. Naruto has no need to add another finger. He works them much more freely in and out, slow enough to make Sasuke close his mouth tighter around Itachi’s cock to prevent himself from whimpering.

When Naruto finally decides that he’s ready, Sasuke is more desperate then sane. He welcomes, savors both Naruto’s hand that is keeping him in place and his cock, carefully filling him up. Naruto is so hard in him, it hurts, but he is quiet, self-conscious. It must be because of Itachi’s hawk-like stare. Sasuke idly wonders if fucking Naruto would be any less exciting without Itachi around.

Naruto sets into a rhythm quickly. Sasuke doesn’t think it’s fast enough, but he doesn’t complain. He can’t concentrate on Itachi, though, but that seems to be okay. Itachi just places his hand over Sasuke’s and guides it into movement.

The short hot swirl of pure pleasure at a particularly hearty grunt Naruto let out is Sasuke’s first sign of just how close he is. He bites into his lip again, and the soreness from before makes it hurt more, but the loud gasp already escaped. Naruto loses his rhythm, only to pick up a faster, more satisfying one a second later.

Only when Itachi titles his chin to make room for his forehead, Sasuke realized how much Naruto’s thrusts moved them on the couch. He is in a position not good enough to do anything but support his weight on both sides of where his brother is sitting, so he just buries his head into Itachi’s forehead.

Naruto’s unbreakable pace is too solid, to arousing to be anything but the end. The thought itself is enough to start a spasm in Sasuke’s back. He feels Itachi moves and closes a hand around his for a while completely overlooked cock and the hotness from both sides is more then enough. Waves if his orgasm make Sasuke clench his muscles around Naruto, and grinds his teeth into Itachi’s shoulder, with violent force.

Once he is out of the haze, everything is still and quiet, except from the panting, the hard fight for more oxygen. Naruto pulls out. Selfishly or not, Sasuke completely missed when both of them follower him into climax. He smiles and lets his tired arms rest as he slides to rest his head on Itachi’s thigh.

Itachi reaches and pulls Naruto down on the couch, next to Sasuke. They both have their heads on each of Itachi’s legs, and Sasuke feels the irresistible need to smile, smile happily, smile forever. He doesn’t, but that is mostly because he is too sleepy. Besides, there’s no need; Naruto’s grin is enough to warm up Siberia and Greenland and all three of them.

With Naruto’s grin in his face and Itachi’s hand in his hair, Sasuke falls asleep, happy and finaly sated.


#


When he wakes up early in the morning, while daylight is still a gray mist outside, Sasuke is still on the couch. Naruto is close against him, because there is no place for moving. There is a blanket over both of them, but Itachi is gone.

Forcing the sleep out of his eyes, Sasuke prompts himself on an elbow to look down the hall. Doors of the room Itachi was staying in are open wide. He is really gone.

A disappointment settles in Sasuke’s chest like heavy burden. He is warm, and as Naruto murmurs something in his sleep, he lets his head down on the pillow again. This is good. Naruto is good; safe like home, soft as love. He is the brightness Sasuke craved for a long time.

He is sleeping peacefully with Sasuke’s deepest secret, not disgusted, not scared. He will be enough, at least for a while.

And once he’s not, then they can go together and make a visit. Sasuke has Itachi’s address, of course.