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Tempest in a Teacup	By : Ljiljana Category: Naruto > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 2372 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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A/N: not beta’d. Risk it if you will.

Part Two

The next day was hell. It started horribly, with Naruto not being fast enough to sneak out of the room before Sasuke woke up. They didn’t talk, not really, because Naruto’s quick and awkward ‘good morning’ was not talking and Sasuke answered with a smirk that held more uneasiness than amusement in it. They went each after his own business after that, but it made little difference.

First, Naruto was tired. He slept very little, and even that was tainted by vivid, restless dreams. He kept waking, head full of pictures and sounds his mind created in the liberty of subconsciousness. With a brief relief in amusement, Naruto wondered if even Jiraiya in his two thousand years of womanizing thought of doing some of the things Naruto’s mind came up with in a single night. Of course, quite a few of those would have no appeal for Jiraiya, for they involved cocks and lacked female parts – but looking at numbers, was it comparable?

He was going crazy, that was what was happening. Sasuke and Itachi had mucked up his head.

And the second thing that was horrible that day was that he kept seeing – or thought he was, one or both of them everywhere. Every head of dark hair had him snap his head to that direction as his heartbeat increased on the double. It made his friends exchange baffled looks and repeatedly ask him what was wrong, but what was he supposed to say? It would’ve been easier if he had complained about Sasuke having his brother over too much and that they were acting oddly around each other in the first place. He could never find the words, so it was too late. It was just his muddled conscience anyway; it was just guilt for thinking that they were hot together.

For being bitter because he wasn’t allowed to join in, damn it. Goodbye, sanity!

“For fuck’s sake, Naruto, stop scowling and glaring at me!” Sakura snapped at him in the hallway, when they went to drink some water between lessons. “I know you’ve been like this all day, but I still feel like I did something to piss you off!”

“Sorry,” he mumbled, sheepish. It was not her fault. “I didn’t sleep well.”

She sighed, apparently content just to have him make an effort. “Right, neither have I. We went out last weekend and I almost completely forgot about the assignment due today – about the start of the French Revolution? – and I only remembered before it was time to sleep.”

Naruto mumbled in response and splashed his face with some water, wishing it was colder or that the stream was wider. If he had known Sasuke’s schedule and could be sure their room would be empty, he’d take the first opportunity to go back so he could have a really long shower.

“Aren’t you going to ask me when it’s due and whine how you forgot?” Sakura demanded.

“What?”

She opened her mouth to answer, but someone spoke before she could, “Naruto? Please come with me.”

Naruto spun in place, splattering around the water he’d gathered in his hand all over his shirt. He had no idea how long Itachi had been standing behind them or when he'd approached, because he didn’t hear anything. And from the look on her face, neither did Sakura.

“Why?”

“I'd like a word with you.”

“Um,” Naruto managed, casting Sakura a pleading look. She had no way of knowing that he would absolutely hate to be alone with Itachi right then, and despite Naruto’s elaborate efforts to show how much he would hate it by using just his face, she only smiled encouragingly.

“That’s okay, I’ll just go back.”

“You don’t have to!” Naruto blurted. “Really, I…”

“It really would be better if I could talk to you alone, Naruto.”

Sakura had probably realized that he was less than comfortable, because she gave him an apologetic - if confused - smile but she retreated anyway. Naruto was looking after her until she turned the corner, just so he wouldn't have to look at Itachi.

But then she was gone and he was standing stiffly in the middle of the hallway and making Itachi pointlessly wait for him. He could as well hear him out. The sooner he said what he had, the sooner Naruto would be free.

“Alright,” he agreed, glancing at Itachi for just a moment before looking away. There was no way he could keep his mind clear if he kept looking. Itachi, as if to spite him, had his hair loose, falling around his shoulders.

“This way.”

They walked to the other side of the hall side by side. Itachi opened a door to an office Naruto had never been in before, which wasn’t odd. Itachi was assistant to the professor of a subject closely related to religion and philosophy, both things Naruto had never been interested in. The office had a homey, comfortable feeling to it. Walls full of pictures and books were lying on every available surface.

Naruto tried to stay as far away from the worn out couch as possible; he tried not to even look at it, hoping Itachi wouldn’t choose that was the place to have this conversation on. He closed his eyes and frowned, because the brown leather of the tall armrest poked at his peripheral vision.

His mind was a filthy, horrible place.

Itachi cleared his throat. Naruto forced his eyes to open and chased away pictures that were so vivid behind his eyelids they left his mouth dry. He found that Itachi was behind the desk filled with books, papers and odd objects.

“Are you alright?”

“Fine,” Naruto answered, but that was simply not true and Itachi wasn’t buying it anyway. He snapped, “Of course I’m not alight! Do I look alright to you?”

Itachi scanned him up and down quickly, as if he thought Naruto really wanted an answer. “In lack of a good night sleep, maybe – and in need of a proper wardrobe. That's nothing new."

“Well, at least I’m not banging my kid brother!” Naruto burst out. For a second, it felt amazing to let that out but… Itachi’s face drained off all color and he remembered that Sasuke wasn’t exactly a child, or the type of person to allow being taken advantage of and he felt really, really bad. “I – sorry, that wasn’t - it's not exactly…”

“You’re honest,” Itachi said. He didn’t sound like he was appreciating honesty all that much, though. “I don’t care what you think, though. I just have to make sure you don’t go around telling people.”

“If I didn’t tell anyone so far…”

Itachi interrupted, “It was different. Things are out in the open after last night. Your reactions were… unclear.”

“It’s not like I didn’t suspect already and I wasn’t talking about it to anyone, before or after last night.”

“I have to make sure that you didn’t.”

“Well, I’m telling you! I didn’t! I won't!” It was weird and ironic, but suddenly assuring Itachi of his honesty seemed like a matter of honor. “How do you bring that into a conversation, anyway? ‘Hey, you know my roommate? Well, he had his brother over last night, helping him study. I found this thing weird, though - do you think it’s normal that his brother keep stroking his thigh when he’s explaining things?’”

“That,” Itachi said, frowning, “sounds like a possible way to bring it up, yes.”

“It sounds like I’m a freak for looking!”

“Ah.”

Suspiciously, Naruto repeated, “Ah?”

Itachi smiled, slightly. “I see your problem, now.”

“I’m not the one with the problem.”

Denial fell flat off his tongue. He had a problem. He had several, in fact. But the ugliest one was the stabbing jealousy he couldn’t suppress no matter how much effort he invested into trying. Itachi didn’t buy his words, either. He was acting differently, the frown Naruto now recognized as worry was replaced by relaxed amusement.

Naruto waited for him to speak. He wanted to find something else to look at while waiting but just as he found it in himself to turn away, Itachi undid a button of his white cotton shirt. Casually. Like he was hot and not really thinking about it at all.

Naruto fisted his hands, praying that the act really was unconscious.

There was nothing unaware about the way Itachi stood off the armchair, though. He put both palms flat onto the table, as if to push himself up. His hands looked as fine and sure as ever, but they distracted Naruto for just a moment. Itachi stood, leaning slightly forward, caught Naruto’s eye and walked around the table to stand right in front of him.

“What.” Naruto bit out. His chin hurt, probably from clenching his teeth.

“I’m making sure I’m right about this.”

If he was or wasn’t right about it depended on something on Naruto’s face, for he was looking at it intently. Uncomfortable to the point of physical pain, Naruto bravely attempted to stay focused, “And? Are you right about it?”

Itachi leaned back, propping himself on the desk. He kept the eye contact and Naruto couldn’t find the will in himself to give a serious try at breaking it. Itachi’s eyelashes were unbelievably think and long, like he had a tone of mascara and they formed a long shadow when his eyes left Naruto’s to flicker downright.

Naruto didn’t have to follow his example to know that his erection must be obvious, despite the jeans, because his loose shirt wasn’t reaching quite that low. He looked sideways, at the snapshot of an odd statue of a women and what appeared to be an angel.

“Yes, I think I am," Itachi said. He sounded pleased.

It was easier to talk with eyes on the photograph on the wall. “Great. Can I go now?”

He resisted the urge to plead. He didn’t fall quite that low.

“That is a well known Bernini’s statue,” Itachi told him, ignoring the request. Even though his voice adapted to the lecture, it didn’t lose any of the previous… what was it? Sexual appeal? Wildly, Naruto thought how he wanted tutoring sessions, as well. “It’s showing St. Teresa’s encounter with an angel.”

Naruto swallowed to clear and wet his burning throat. “Should saints be allowed to make expressions like that?”

He couldn’t tell for sure what the angel in the statue thought he was doing with that spear, but St. Teresa was very obvious. She was on her back, head thrown backwards and face twisted in what could only be extreme pleasure.

“The ecstasy of faith is often compered with sexual climax,” Itachi explained. “But of course, many theories claim that the statue is pornography sneaked by Vatican with that excuse.”

”Uh-huh,” Naruto croaked, because Itachi said things like sexual climax and pornography. He hoped he wouldn't be expected to remember any of that, though the way Itachi’s silky tone wrapped around his cock would likely stay with him forever.

“Naruto, please refrain from talking about what you saw last night with anyone. If you wish, I can get Sasuke to apologize to you as well. We’ve put you in an awkward situation.”

And still, all the way through that apology, Itachi’s tone remained the same - smooth, spicy, stimulating. Naruto closed his eyes, only to see Sasuke’s head in Itachi’s lap and snapped him open. He refocused on the tip of the angel’s spear, pointed downwards, at St. Teresa frozen in a middle of a squirm.

“’s fine,” he managed. “No need.”

“I suspect you will explode or combust if you remain in that spot for just five seconds longer,” Itachi mused, his voice finally slipping back to its usual, more prudent tones. “You’d better go.”

Naruto moved so quickly, desperate to be elsewhere, that it made his mind blur. He had to grab a hold of a backrest of the visitor’s armchair in order to keep himself upward. In the same instant, he felt a firm arm grab his forearm and yanked him to the opposite side.

Naruto, still too unsteady to make a good use of that help, crashed with his shoulder and hip against Itachi. The moan that was gathering in his lungs for the past five minutes, unbidden in its brazen loudness, finally broke free. They both went rigid against one another at the sound of it. Itachi murmured something that made him sound like he was trying to calm down a wounded animal. Unexpectedly, Naruto wasn’t sure if he wanted to turn and try to release some of the built up pressure in his crotch by rubbing himself against Itachi's hip or burry head in his shoulder and cry.

“Please,” he whispered, hating himself for showing weakness but knowing that giving into either of those urges was not a real option. “Please let me go.”

For a moment, Itachi’s fingers dug deeper. Then he pushed Naruto away and in the same swift moment turned toward the desk. Wasting no time, Naruto stumbled across the room and through the door. Some of his famous steadiness returned to him while he walked blindly in the wind, but his hands were still shaking when he tried the doorknob of his room. It was unlocked, so he slipped in with relief, for a moment forgetting the implications of that convenience.

Sasuke looked up from where he was searching for something in his closet. His mouth fell open at the sight of Naruto in most uncharacteristic way and he made a step forward that looked instinctive.

“Naruto?” Cursing himself for not going directly to the bathroom, Naruto leaned back on the door he had just closed and held one hand toward Sasuke, warning him to stay away. “What’s wrong with you? Has something happened?”

“Yeah,” Naruto confirmed, then changed his mind. “Not really.”

“Which one is it?” Sasuke snapped, patience already failing him.

Naruto count help it. He smiled and closed his eyes. Was it the familiarity of it that comforted him, flooded him with relief?

“Both,” he admitted. “Itachi dragged me into an office and, you know, threatened to strangle me with my own guts if I babble about… Well, you know.”

“I know,” Sasuke confirmed and threw the towel he just took out of his closet over his shoulder. “But I can’t imagine Itachi doing anything like that.”

“That’s because he actually asked nicely and then told me about the statue of the angel and St. Teresa in a religious orgasm.”

“Heh,” Sasuke said with a suspicious snort.

“With his hair down,” Naruto added, though he doubted that would mean anything to anyone but him. Sasuke had an edge of his towel grasped in his fist and he was using it cover – badly – laughing at Naruto.

“His hair was down? Sounds like premeditation to me.”

“I doubt he was out to kill me, Sasuke.”

“Oh, he was out for a kill, definitely.” Standing directly across from where Naruto still couldn’t move away from the door, Sasuke took the hanging part of the towel in his other hand, wrapping it that way around his neck.

Naruto glared, “I’m not up for stupid word games.”

Sasuke smirked and raised an eyebrow toward Naruto’s still strained jeans, “No, I suspect that isn’t why you’re up. “

“Agrh!” Naruto countered. Suspecting that it was even under his standard of eloquence, he frowned at Sasuke and gave it another try, “Aren’t you supposed to be upset or something? He’s your, um…”

“Brother,” Sasuke supplied with a smirk. “Which is how I know that he is a little partial to blonds.”

“He is?” Naruto asked, quite certain Sasuke was having him on. Which meant that he had a sense of humor, but that didn’t seem as important now as it used to be.

“Yes,” Sasuke stepped closer and wrapped the towel he was holding around Naruto’s neck instead. “Maybe it would be better if you went to the bathroom first, hmm?”

With the next breath, Naruto took in the smell of the softener from the towel and Sasuke’s fresh, familiar scent. He decided that he wasn’t losing his sanity. It was already gone.

As if liberated by the thought, he reached forward. Sasuke was surprisingly warm and accommodating under his hands and he stepped closer when Naruto urged him forward.

“Wasn’t it supposed to feel all backwards and wrong?”

He meant Itachi and his voice, he meant Sasuke and his smell and he meant himself, feeling trapped between the two of them, more turned on and desperate than he had even been in his life.

“I never thought so,” Sasuke murmured, not an inch away. “Don’t worry, though. I’m sure the feeling will be washed down the drain as soon as you manage to get that shower.”

Of their own violation, Naruto’s hands slipped further around Sasuke’s back, “I’m pretty sure you will need to go back to your side of the room for me to walk out now.”

He noticed, and appreciated, how much easier it was to talk to Sasuke than it was to talk to Itachi, even when he wanted nothing more than to rut the raring need out of his system.

Sasuke stepped back before the idea formed into a plan of action. Naruto let out a sound that wasn’t quite the hearty moan from earlier, but it was almost as needy. He had no time to change his mind or make a decision, because Sasuke opened the door behind him and rushed him out of it.

Naruto wondered if Sasuke would let him back in if he tried, but the fresh air coming from the window and people chattering in one of the rooms across the hall with the door opened, some of his sense came back to him.

On to the much needed shower, then.
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