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The Uchiha Estrous Cycle
Disclaimer: I no own. Naruto belongs to Kishimoto and whatever plans he has for the manga and its characters.
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Uchihacest (lemon); HINTS: Orochimaru+Sasuke (ewww!)
Warnings: None out of the usual. There will be NO M-Preg (for those who are wondering.
Summary: Uchiha Sasuke has a problem. He gets bouts of periodical horniness, a condition smiliar to 'heat,' but not really. He gets kidnapped by Orochimaru, who wants him for obvious reasons. And the mystery to Sasuke's condition is revealed!!
Alas, the final chapter. Many thank you's to Allys for beta-ing this for me.
 
 
End Phase
 
 
Kakashi suddenly stopped in his tracks, causing Sasuke to bump right into him and fall to the dirt. They were taking the leisurely way, on the ground rather than through the trees, so the damage wasn’t bad. Sasuke figured the last part worked in favor of Kakashi, whom Sasuke would have pummeled if the jounin made him fall twenty meters down from the trees.
“What is it, Kakashi-sensei?” Sakura asked, looking around. Naruto paused beside her, his fox-like eyes scanning the area.
Before any of them could react, Orochimaru materialized on a tree branch above them. With the way Kakashi tensed, the genin knew that the newly arrived shinobi was a threat. Sasuke got up and dusted himself off angrily, wondering who the unwelcomed guest was. In his opinion, the long-haired shinobi looked like a complete freak who had a snake kink.
“Who are you?” Naruto asked, running up to stand beside Kakashi and in front of Sasuke, guarding the latter. He hadn’t liked the way those yellow eyes undressed his best friend.
“You don’t know who I am? I am hurt, Naruto-kun,” the Snake-like sannin said. “My name is Orochimaru.”
“What are you doing here?” Kakashi asked, glaring. He had the same look in his eyes as he did with Zabuza, if not worse, and it was obvious that he wanted to reveal his Sharingan but was holding back.
“You have something I want, or rather, someone I want.”
Sasuke felt Orochimaru’s penetrating gaze on him and shuddered in revulsion, “What the hell?”
Orochimaru made a soft noise, which startled the Uchiha, but put the others on guard. The longer he gazed at Sasuke the more his hunger became evident, and with that, his objective. “Come with me.”
“He’s not going anywhere!” Naruto shouted, prepared to perform his acclaimed jutsu. Kakashi put a hand over his.
“Calm down! Don’t take him lightly, Naruto.”
Naruto’s rage was evident as his blue eyes flashed dangerously, “I’ll kill him.”
Another shinobi appeared just then wearing a plain white mask. Kakashi threw shuriken in the direction of the newcomer, who dodged it and responded by sending a few kunai in the team’s direction. The four of them fled the spot and relocated somewhere five meters away. The masked shinobi landed in the tree beneath Orochimaru, who was grinning and licking his lips.
Sasuke glanced at his companions, all of whom were frightened but determined at the same time. He didn’t know who Orochimaru was or what he was capable of, but he felt his team could defeat that shinobi despite his hesitation. Kakashi suddenly put a hand on his shoulder, interrupting his thoughts.
“You need to be careful,” he warned quietly. “Everyone needs to be on his or her guard, especially you, Sasuke.”
“There is no need for conflict,” Orochimaru said with a smile, “if he comes peacefully.”
“Hell no!” Naruto cried, bristling angrily, “If you want him, come and get him, but you’ll be sorry!” None of his companions could account for his sudden bout of aggression, which had risen at the threat of Sasuke’s well-being. Kakashi noticed that the blonde’s whisker marks were widening and his eyes were bleeding to red-orange. The way he stood in front of Sasuke even discouraged Kakashi from getting closer to the Uchiha.
The masked shinobi threw bombs at Team 7’s feet. They exploded and shrouded them in black wisps of smoke. Kakashi vaguely saw Naruto escape the smoke to chase after their attackers, and he was suddenly torn between staying with Sasuke and chasing after his other student. He lifted his hitai-ate and saw Sakura’s figure close behind Sasuke.
“Sakura and Sasuke, you two stay together.” The jounin then ran off in the direction of Naruto’s chakra, watching as its blue energy mingled with red.
Sasuke blindly grabbed Sakura’s hand and led them out of the smoke. They watched as Naruto and his shadow clones launched themselves at the masked shinobi, who was using several of his clones to fight back. Kakashi was faced with Orochimaru. The latter drew his own blood and formed hand signs. Two snakes emerged from behind him and slithered quickly in Sasuke and Sakura’s direction. Sasuke activated his Sharingan and brought his comrade closer to him.
“He’s trying to separate us,” the pink haired girl whimpered, “what will we do?”
“As Kakashi said,” Sasuke let go of Sakura’s hand and took out his shuriken. He threw them at the serpents in a diversion, took Sakura’s hand again and leaped through the trees. He wracked his brain for a plan – any plan! – to get rid of the snakes. He suddenly wished that Naruto hadn’t gone all protective and recklessly thrown himself into the fight.
The snakes were quickly catching up. Sasuke quickly whispered a command to Sakura, who nodded. He let her go and they each made one clone of themselves. All four of them threw kunai and shuriken with invisible strings attached at the ends to bind the snakes together. The two Sasuke’s then proceeded to perform the Fireball jutsu. The snakes writhed and hissed as they were incinerated, though they were far from defeated. The clones disappeared and the two genin made to return to the others, only, Orochimaru was barring their way.
“What did you do to Naruto and Kakashi?” Sasuke demanded, standing in front of Sakura. He felt fear creep up in his chest and suffocate him. Orochimaru’s yellow eyes bore into his black ones.
“Nothing. My best shinobi is taking care of them,” Orochimaru chuckled. “Now, I won’t say this again: come with me, Sasuke-kun.”
“Go to hell!” Sakura shouted, stepping from behind Sasuke. Though she was trembling, she stood her ground. “You’re not taking him anywhere!”
Someone appeared behind them, and the next thing Sasuke knew, the sky was raining feathers, thereby putting him to sleep.
 
000 000
 
Sasuke woke up with a start. He immediately noticed that he was lying on a bed in a dim lighted room, and the others were nowhere to be seen; he couldn’t sense their chakra nor could he catch a whiff of Naruto’s scent. His clothes were gone, leaving him naked under a thin sheet. He briefly touched the area between his thighs and noticed that he hadn’t been raped at the very least (discomfort alone wouldn’t have been an accurate indicator), but his skin seemed to burn, as if he had been molested in his unconsciousness.
The door opened with a soft creak. Sasuke glared at the entrance and saw Orochimaru stroll in. He wasn’t usually ashamed of his nakedness, but the way the older shinobi was looking at him made him want to wrap his body with the mattress.
“Where am I?” the Uchiha demanded, sitting up and trying to hide as much of his skin as possible. Orochimaru smiled, his mouth widening wolfishly.
“That doesn’t matter.” He sashayed to the bed and stood over the edge of it as he leaned in towards Sasuke, who, repulsed, moved as far away as he could. “I won’t bite….”
“Shut up. Where are Naruto, Sakura, and Kakashi?” Sasuke swore that if this man did anything to them, then he would pay with his life. Orochimaru saw the fire in Sasuke’s eyes and shivered pleasantly. The boy looked absolutely sexy when infuriated, and he could only imagine what Sasuke would look like when aroused.
“They are fine, but enough about them.” Orochimaru extended a pale hand to brush Sasuke’s bangs. Sasuke tolerated the touch, but wasn’t happy at all.
“What do you want?”
“Oh, this and that.” Yellow eyes scanned Sasuke’s body through the sheet hungrily, as if trying to drink in his entire being. “But I can wait until you want me. You see, I know all about you, Sasuke-kun,” Orochimaru murmured, licking his lips. “And your condition.”
Sasuke’s eyes narrowed. “It doesn’t matter. I don’t even feel remotely attracted to you.”
“You will,” Orochimaru crooned, touching Sasuke’s pale neck before leaving. Once the door closed Sasuke shuddered and used the edge of the sheet to scrub at all the areas Orochimaru had touched him. He still felt the sensation of cold, clammy fingers on him and growled in frustration.
“He can’t keep me here!” he shouted to no one. “And where the hell are my clothes?”
There was nothing else in the room except for a bed, a table, a chair, and several torches along the walls. Sasuke really wanted to shower and get dressed, but he felt neither would be happening soon. He supposed Orochimaru wanted to sleep with him, but why go through all the trouble of kidnapping him and bringing him here? If he knew what he claimed to know of Sasuke, wasn’t he aware of the fact that Sasuke held a preference over his lovers, and that he was only ever hot-blooded for his brother?
But then he knew a week could change that, and Orochimaru was counting on it. Sasuke hoped he could escape before then. As he curled up in bed he thought about Naruto, Kakashi and Sakura, but most of all, he thought about Itachi.
 
000 000
 
For the next two days Sasuke brooded in Orochimaru’s lair. He was, however, able to get some fresh air from time to time (with clothes – a hakama similar to Orochimaru’s) and train against the Snake-sannin or his masked-shinobi. Sasuke was doing well, though he often contemplated stabbing Orochimaru’s eyes with a blunt kunai, plucking them out and squashing them with his feet. He would then remove that long tongue and incinerate it with his Fireball Jutsu.
Orochimaru, on the other hand, was becoming quite impatient. It seemed like the more he stared at Sasuke, the less the boy responded. He was certain he would get to bed the Uchiha soon, and just thinking about it made him stain his pants, much to Sasuke’s disgust. Sasuke swore that the man had no shame.
By the sixth day the Uchiha was restless. His body was becoming warm, and he could no longer stay his sulking, homicidal self. Orochimaru was starting to look like a very promising sex partner and his dreams didn’t help by providing him with erotic scenarios involving Orochimaru and his snake fetish. But since Sasuke was still in his right state of mind he refused to be affected by them, and as time went on he directed his lust to Itachi, whom he was beginning to pine for so much that it was becoming unbearable.
Two days later, Sasuke woke up damp with sweat and gasping for air. The soiled sheets were wrapped around his bare legs, which contributed to his dream of Itachi fettering him against the bed and spanking his ass repeatedly while making Sasuke say the most embarrassing things. Sasuke whined as his lower belly ached with arousal. His cock was wet and throbbing so much that one touch would send him over the edge, but he didn’t want to finish himself off. No, he wanted Itachi, Naruto, Gaara, Kakashi – anyone – to make him cum. Jerking off couldn’t satisfy him anymore.
Orochimaru must have sensed his anguish because he entered the room just then and locked the door behind him. Sasuke bit his lip as a long, promising tongue slipped out to lick at the air. He shivered as he imagined all the possibilities of what that tongue could do, but he still didn’t want the Snake Sannin to touch him at all. He was repulsed at the very idea, but his body was craving for pleasure – his muscles were weak from the very intensity of his desire.
“Oh my,” Orochimaru murmured huskily as he approached the bed. He drank in Sasuke’s body with ravenous eyes. Sasuke’s smooth skin took on a rosy hue of arousal, and there were stray drops of cum running along his thighs. His erection stood eagerly between his legs, twitching slightly. Orochimaru’s mouth watered.
“G-get away,” Sasuke hissed, though his legs were slipping out of the sheets and widening further. He gripped the sheets tightly as Orochimaru crawled onto the bed. “Stop right there!”
“I don’t think you want me to,” Orochimaru whispered, kneeling between Sasuke’s thighs, “and quite frankly, I don’t want to, either.” He leaned down towards Sasuke’s cock and slipped his tongue out. It wrapped around Sasuke from based to tip and squeezed. Sasuke tossed his head back and came with a soft cry, his essence spilling out onto Orochimaru’s face. The Snake Sannin collected every drop and savored it as if it were the finest sake.
Panting heavily, Sasuke fell back onto the pillows, trying to ignore Orochimaru’s moans. He closed his eyes and forced himself to pretend that it was Itachi who was leaning over him and caressing his flesh.
“I would leave him alone if I were you.”
Sasuke snapped his eyes open and saw Itachi holding a kunai to Orochimaru’s throat. The Snake Sannin looked frightened and livid at the same time. Sasuke sat up. “Aniki!” he gasped excitedly.
Itachi glanced at his brother, “What did I tell you, Sasuke?”
The anger in Itachi’s eyes sent shivers down Sasuke’s spine, making it difficult for him to think straight. “I – ,” he began shakily, but Itachi’s question addressed to Orochimaru cut him off.
“And did you think you,” he stressed the last word by drawing Orochimaru’s blood, “would get away with this?” Itachi dragged the kunai from Orochimaru’s throat to his cheek.
“How did you know where he was?” Orochimaru asked bitterly, ignoring his wounds.
“I encountered his friends,” Itachi replied, “and he has a scent only I can detect.” He then threw the Snake Sannin against a wall and hit him with a paralysis jutsu, thereby ignoring him for the rest of his stay. He tossed the kunai on the opposite wall and turned to his brother, who was staring at him with glazed, dark eyes. Itachi smirked softly and reached out to touch Sasuke’s cheek. Sasuke nuzzled into the warm hand.
“Oniisan,” he whispered, licking at Itachi’s palm. Itachi leaned down and stole Sasuke’s lips in a hot, passionate kiss. Sasuke moaned and laid back down on the bed, pulling his brother with him. Itachi followed pressing their bodies close together. He pulled at Sasuke’s hair to tilt his head back for easier access and proceeded to devour the younger Uchiha. Sasuke could do nothing more than moan and hold onto Itachi’s shoulders for dear life. Itachi broke apart a few moments later with a satisfied sigh. Sasuke was still reeling, not to mention close to orgasm.
“Is that all you do, otouto?” Itachi asked teasingly, “Beg for me?”
“I can’t help it,” Sasuke replied, burying his face in Itachi’s shoulder. “Touch me.” He took Itachi’s free hand and guided it to his weeping erection. “I need you.” Itachi let his hand enclose Sasuke’s cock and stroked him with smooth, firm strokes until he came. The older Uchiha then moved down to Sasuke’s hips and started lick his inner thighs clean. Sasuke, weak from hyper sensitivity, whimpered, “It’s…it’s too much!”
“You want me, so you’re getting all of me,” Itachi said as he spread Sasuke’s thighs wider. He slicked his fingers with saliva and cum and shoved two of them into his brother’s entrance. He stretched the tight passage while searching for the secret spot that would drive Sasuke insane with pleasure. He knew he found it when Sasuke arched his back and moaned, his hips thrusting down against Itachi’s fingers.
Once satisfied, Itachi shed his cloak and freed his erection. Sasuke licked his lips, silently begging for a taste, but Itachi was too impatient to grant him that wish. The older Uchiha quickly took Sasuke’s hips and entered him in one, quick thrust. Itachi wasn’t as vocal as Sasuke, but any sound coming from his lips meant the same thing as Sasuke’s screams. He gasped as he was practically sucked in by Sasuke, whose body was getting better and better at seducing him. His ruby lips parted as he fought to catch his breath, and his brows drew together from intense feelings of passion and lust. Sasuke’s scent was heady around them unlike anything he had sensed before, and he had this urgency to fuck Sasuke fast and hard because he was so hungry for his brother.
Their coupling was raw and unbridled. They were biting and scratching, and Itachi’s shirt had been torn to shreds by Sasuke’s eager hands. No spot of blood went to waste as each of them licked it up lovingly only to create new wounds. Every time their lips met it was difficult to discern who was devouring whom, but when both brothers parted – gasping and impassioned – that didn’t seem to matter anymore.
After Sasuke came for the final time, he did not collapse or fall unconscious. He was awake but exhausted as he lay on top of Itachi, who was licking at his neck like a large cat. Itachi’s hitai-ate had fallen off and his hair was fanned out beneath him. Sasuke played with the dark strands as he was slowly being lulled to sleep by Itachi’s ministrations.
“I want to do it again,” Itachi murmured against Sasuke’s jaw, shifting his hips suggestively. His half hard cock still remained inside his brother, making the both of them moan.
“No,” Sasuke replied, pushing himself up to slip off of Itachi. Itachi placed his hands on his hips and helped him, albeit reluctantly. Sasuke then flopped down beside him and closed his eyes, curling against his brother. “I love you, Aniki,” he whispered. He fell asleep before he could hear the response, if any.
 
000 000
 
Sasuke woke up a few hours later feeling energized. He was the only occupant in the bed, and he noticed that both Itachi and Orochimaru had left. Pouting slightly, the young Uchiha shifted and instantly regretted it. A sharp pain shot up his spine, momentarily paralyzing him. He flopped back down onto the mattress, gasping for air. His lower half was on fire, not to mention in pain from the various scratches and bites he had received.
The door opened and revealed Itachi, who entered quietly and stoically. Sasuke frowned, not liking the impassive look in his brother’s eyes.
“Aniki?” he questioned uncertainly. He propped himself up on his elbows, wincing slightly. Itachi stopped beside the bed and reached out to touch Sasuke’s face. Sasuke leaned into the cool touch on his heated skin.
“How are you feeling, otouto?”
Sasuke made a soft sound in contentment. He pulled Itachi down for a kiss, but the latter stopped an inch before his lips.
“I’ll want to fuck you again,” Itachi warned. Sasuke shivered, tempted beyond belief, but the rational part of him refuted. Itachi pulled back, “When you are better, return to your village. I will see you when I get there.”
“Won’t you come with me?” Sasuke pleaded. “We can go together.” When his brother shook his head, he tried again using a different tactic. “But what about Orochimaru?”
“Oh, he won’t bother you,” Itachi reassured confidently. “I need to go.” He was already turning to leave when Sasuke called after him, but what he had wanted to say died in his throat. Itachi looked at him a moment longer, inwardly compelling him to say it, but the silent message was in vain. He vanished in a puff of smoke, leaving Sasuke feeling depressed and alone.
 
000 000
 
Much like Itachi had promised, Orochimaru hadn’t tried molesting Sasuke again, and though his looks of hunger were still common, they were more discreet (Sasuke was also back into his regular clothes, which were much less revealing). The silver haired shinobi, on the other hand, couldn’t seem to look Sasuke in the eye, especially while healing his wounds (which Itachi had commanded of him). Sasuke liked how Orochimaru kept his hands to himself and not having to fight with the masked shinobi, but that only made him wonder what Itachi had done to make them that way. He considered the idea that the Tsukiyomi might have been involved, but Itachi wouldn’t waste that jutsu.
Sasuke was feeling better by the second day. Orochimaru was sad he was going to leave; his companion was encouraging the departure; while Sasuke just wanted to get home as soon as possible to see aniki and the rest of his team.
“Visit again sometime!” Orochimaru called after him. “Bring Itachi-kun with you, too, hmm?” Sasuke gave him a look, as if saying, ‘in your dreams, you sick old man.’
The journey back was long and lonely, and Sasuke would have gotten lost if he hadn’t caught the faint scents of Naruto and Itachi somewhere along the path from Suna. The mixture, however weak, made his body react again, and Sasuke began to wonder when exactly he could detect the scents of others. Those “others” were limited to Itachi, Naruto, and Gaara, however, the obvious scents of arousal were evident to him, too. He was beginning to worry that he really was an animal going through “heat”.
Five days later, Sasuke arrived at the gates of Konoha. He felt perfectly fine and content despite how he would usually feel after a week, but he didn’t think about it just then. He was trying to catch a trace of his brother, but there was no sign of him. Disappointed and slightly depressed, Sasuke went in search of his team.
Kakashi found him first. He wasn’t in the village two minutes when the silver haired jounin swooped down on him. He asked Sasuke a variety of questions that started with, “Did Itachi find you?”
“Yes,” Sasuke replied. Kakashi looked relieved and inquired on his health. When satisfied with the Uchiha’s innocent answers, he disappeared.
Sakura was exiting the hospital when she spotted Sasuke, squealed and ran over to him. Sasuke welcomed her easily enough and was surprised when she left willingly, a wild blush on her face. He figured she had noticed his marks as she hugged him and was glad Itachi was so keen on showing his ownership of his brother to the world.
Sasuke saw Naruto walking with Jiraiya, a rather contemplative look on his fox-like face. The aforementioned look turned into one of excitement when Naruto noticed Sasuke and practically tackled him. Sasuke didn’t mind the greeting and actually nuzzled back when Naruto was rubbing his cheek against his blue-black hair.
“Sasuke-teme!” the blond purred happily, “You’re okay!”
“Of course I am, dobe,” Sasuke replied, warmth overwhelming his chest as he inhaled the familiar scent of his best friend. Jiraiya watched the exchange intently, mentally noting the way the two were acting. It was normal for Naruto, who housed a demon and was inclined to showing interest in another person in such a way, but it was strange for Sasuke, who had always been distant and reserved. The Toad Sannin stored that little piece of information away and continued to watch the two boys with a smile.
“Let’s eat! We were heading to Ichiraku’s.”
Jiraiya didn’t press Sasuke for answers, which the latter was grateful for. The three of them ate in relative silence, and Sasuke didn’t realize that the ramen had tasted so good until he was finished and Naruto was offering to share. He declined and watched contentedly as the blond ate.
“I must say,” began Jiraiya loudly, “I think I’m almost done with your diagnosis.”
“Oh?” Sasuke said, turning to him.
“Of course, there is still one element missing. It should come at any moment now.”
The Uchiha nodded and drank his tea. He didn’t really care anymore. Just as long as Itachi would be with him, nothing else mattered.
 
000 000
 
Sasuke knew when Itachi arrived because he woke up hot and sweaty and wrapped in stained sheets. Though the need didn’t feel as intense as it used to, desire still coiled inside him and threatened to drive him insane lest he find release. There was light outside and the clock on his nightstand read 8:30 a.m. He slowly got out of bed, trembling, and went into the shower.
Jiraiya had released him back to his apartment, which was both pleasant and surprising considering the circumstances. The old Sannin had assured Sasuke that he wouldn’t pose a danger to the public. Sasuke hadn’t known what Jiraiya had meant by that, but he was satisfied, nonetheless.
Thirty minutes later, after making himself cum twice, Sasuke was getting dressed when someone knocked on his door. He knew Naruto was standing on the other side.
“You woke up late,” the blond remarked as Sasuke let him in. Sasuke shrugged and slipped on his shirt.
“So?” he retorted, “I can’t sleep in?”
“Hey, just making an observation. No reason to get grouchy.”
But Sasuke was grouchy because Naruto looked awfully good, standing there and smiling like an innocent adolescent when Sasuke knew he could do it like an adult. Although he felt the temptation to drag Naruto into his bedroom it wasn’t as powerful as before, and Sasuke found it was easier to resist. He wasn’t desperate, but he wasn’t uninterested, either.
“Hey, we have to go see Tsunade-baachan,” Naruto said, taking Sasuke’s wrist and leading him out the door. Sasuke scowled the entire way to the Hokage Tower.
When they arrived at the door to Tsuande’s office, Sasuke was sure Itachi was just beyond, and he ran in without even thinking about it. There in the center of the room was his brother, who had been speaking with Tsunade. Kakashi and Jiraiya were there as well. Shizune and Sakura were sitting in a corner behind Tsuande.
“Aniki!” Sasuke cried, wrapping his arms around Itachi’s shoulders and nuzzling into the firm chest. Itachi held him by the hips.
“What is it, otouto?” Itachi asked, inadvertently sending shivers down Sasuke’s spine. He noticed how he had affected his brother because he gently pushed Sasuke away. “Not now,” he whispered.
Sasuke looked up at him with eyes glazing over with desire, “Yes, now.”
“There is something important you need to know,” Tsunade interrupted briskly, but not unkindly. Sasuke turned to her with a heated glare. “You can, ah, continue later.”
The young Uchiha complied and released his brother reluctantly. Itachi dropped his hands with a disappointed look on his face, but he was expressionless once again as he turned to the Hokage.
“What Sasuke has,” he began, “is what you can call an insurance policy for the Uchiha bloodline. The Sharingan, whether or not it is obtained, activates the need in an Uchiha to procreate. There is a specific type of hormone my clan possesses that can be detected by other members. When the hormone levels are close to nonexistent, the Sharingan automatically assumes that the clan is dwindling and therefore needs to compel its host to create more offspring. How ever many members might have been lost, the Sharingan tries to make up for it.”
Tsunade sat back in thought before nodding, her lips slowly curving into a smile. “I’ve never heard that before. Your clan never ceases to amaze me. But is only Sasuke subject to this condition, or are you?”
Itachi smirked. “Only my otouto,” he replied. “That special ability of the Sharingan usually activates in females, which is why Sasuke only receives males and constantly begs for a good, hard – ”
“Itachi!” Sasuke exclaimed, embarrassed and angry. He was turning a bright shade of red as he fixed his brother with pout. Although Itachi’s words were true, and therefore undeniable, Sasuke didn’t want to hear them out loud, especially in front of other people. Sakura looked like she was going to pass out as Shizune helped support her, and Jiraiya was taking notes. Kakashi looked mildly embarrassed, but he was a pervert, and Naruto was snickering in amusement. Tsunade had a knowing glint in her eyes.
“He is attracted to strong, dominant males but especially to me because my Sharingan is calling out to his,” Itachi continued. He looked directly at Sasuke and beckoned him with a finger. Sasuke, still upset, bit his lip to distract himself from the temptation, but the sheer passion in Itachi’s steady gaze was reducing his resolve to shambles. Itachi noticed what Sasuke was doing and licked his lips to increase the enticement. Sasuke couldn’t stand it anymore. He went up to his brother and allowed himself to be taken into a rough, demanding kiss. Itachi wasted no time in delving his tongue deep into Sasuke’s mouth and making him moan.
Suddenly, nothing else seemed to matter but them. Sasuke started by pushing his hands into Itachi’s cloak and immediately searching for the fastenings of his brother’s pants. He found them with a heady groan and began to undo the button. Itachi pulled back quickly. Sasuke whined, his hands falling to his sides.
“Is there, uh, a way to cure him?” Tsunade asked shakily, shifting in her seat. The same heat that she had experienced upon seeing Sasuke before had returned to her but only seemed to intensify with the presence of the older Uchiha.
“If you allow me to keep him,” Itachi replied, “then I can do it.”
But Tsunade was already ready to decline, “You are still an S-Class Nukenin. I can’t let you take one of our shinobi.” Before replying she should have considered Itachi’s power. If angered, he could possibly attack the village and fight to take his brother, and the brief flash of defiance in his Sharingan eyes made her heart skip a beat, but then Itachi nodded in understanding, thereby soothing any fears she had had a few scant moments before.
“I see,” Itachi glanced at his brother, a pensive expression on his face. Sasuke tilted his head curiously. The older Uchiha looked back at Tsunade with determination. “Then…may I visit Sasuke a couple weeks every three months?”
The whole room fell silent. Itachi ignored the others and stared straight at the Hokage, though he didn’t use the powers of his bloodline to influence her decision. Despite the shock, she seemed rather convinced on her own and was actually a second away from granting his request. Sasuke hugged his brother from behind and snuggled between his shoulder blades. Itachi placed his arms over Sasuke’s comfortingly.
“I don’t see why not,” Jiraiya said from the side, a grin on his face. Sakura was nodding vehemently in agreement. Naruto muttered something that sounded like “perverts.”
Tsunade placed her elbows on her cluttered desk and laced her fingers together. “Well,” she said, “if this will help Sasuke’s condition, then I will allow it. However, I will impose several conditions. I will inform you of them later.”
“Thank you,” Itachi replied.
“Hmph. I just don’t want that brother of yours distracting my village again.”
Itachi turned in his brother’s arms and smirked down at him, “That won’t be happening.”
“Satisfying Sasuke-teme’s urges were starting to bother me,” Naruto said haughtily, crossing his arms, “It was almost like a chore.” Sasuke glared.
“Oh, I will be sure to mix it up if it will keep you interested,” Itachi told the blond suggestively. “Right, otouto?” he asked, running a finger under Sasuke’s jaw. Sasuke’s dark glare turned into a look of heat and desire. Naruto gulped.
“If that’s settled, then I say this meeting is adjourned,” concluded Jiraiya, hopping off the table he had been sitting on. He stored his notepad away and vanished. Kakashi followed suit. Itachi disappeared with Sasuke, thereby leaving a frustrated Naruto, who had no choice but to use the door. The three women remained seated, well, make that two women. Sakura was on the floor, blood seeping from her nose.
“Ah, that’s an interesting gene,” Shizune said.
“It’s a damn pain,” Tsunade grumbled. “I have to update the Uchiha medical records now. What should I call the condition? Jiraiya didn’t finish his job, that old pervert.”
“The Uchiha Estrous Cycle?” Shizune suggested after a while. Tsunade smiled at her.
“Hn. Sounds fitting.”
 
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The end? I suppose so. Epilogues are sometimes nice, but if you are nicer, I just might periodically add some Uchihacest-sexcapades + another character (namely Naruto) because Sasuke's a - let's face it - complete whore. This idea was inspired by Allys, who wanted to see Itachi's promise to Naruto fulfilled.
Now, then, (stretches fingers) on to finish TWO MHC chapters before May 30. wah.
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