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Chapter List
- 1-Lust
- 2-Chapter 2
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Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. Aren�t you glad?

Warning: Yaoi, yuri, het,
incest, sex, violence and some drug use.
Basically everything a little child should not read. This is rated NC-17.

Summary: Cracked out AU Higschool
fic. Itachi is a pimp, Neji is a
stripper and Sasuke is�Sasuke.

Author�s Notes: You have my lovely child Sintari
to thank for encouraging me to write this scary creation because she and I have
a penchant for all things crack.

Etc: You have my
pimp Ally-bee (ninjacat__ally) to thank for scalding
your eyeballs out on this as I was only going to email it to certain online
friends and wasn�t planning on posting.
Apparently, I seem to be a fan of torture.

Lust

By: Hana J.

There were many things Sasuke
hated, among the top three would be his brother Itachi.

"Where the hell do you think you are going looking like that? I
will not have you in my establishment with those punk ass clothes on. And wash
that piece of shit dye job out of your hair."

Sasuke scowled, batting away his brother's hand as he
replied. "You say establishment as
if you work at a respectable place."

He ducked as his brother swiped at his head, watching the hard line of Itachi's mouth curving upwards in a small smile.

"I do work in a respectable establishment. My employees are very skilled
at their...profession."

Sasuke shook his head, snorting.
"Whatever."

Stripping out of his clothes, he yanked the clothing from Itachi's
outstretched arm, scowling at his brother�s smug look. He jerked on a pair of
leather pants, shoving a black fishnet shirt � sleeveless - over his arms and tugging
on a ripped white dress shirt. Sasuke glared down at the offensive and too-goddamn-tight
clothing. He looked up at Itachi.

"No, instead of looking like a punk ass kid I now look
like one of your whores!"

Itachi slipped behind him, draping his arms around Sasuke's shoulders.

"You are one of my whores." Itachi�s voice was practically a purr.

Sasuke ducked out of Itachi's
arms, tilting his head to hide his blush.

"Shut up."

Itachi smirked and smacked him on
the ass as he passed, holding in a laugh as Sasuke
yelped.

�Bastard,� Sasuke mumbled, loud
enough for Itachi to hear. He slipped on a pair of fishnet gloves and
moved past Itachi and into the living room. Their parents were both working late that
night and neither knew about Itachi�s after school
activities.

He swiped a bread roll from the counter, tearing off pieces
and shoving them in his mouth. He
watched, satisfied, as Itachi grimaced in disgust at
his open-mouth chewing. He made sure to
stick out his tongue, covered in gooey bits of bread, right when Itachi looked at him.

Itachi turned around, ignoring his
brother, and took his keychain off the hook on the wall.

Sasuke rolled his eyes when Itachi jingled his keys, indicating that they should leave now.
He stuffed the last of the bread roll into his mouth, swallowing
quickly.

�Alright, alright, I�m coming asshole.� Sasuke slipped on a
pair of boots, stomping in place to get them snug and then grabbed a coat from
the closet. Itachi
was looking at him darkly and Sasuke smiled � teeth
flashing viciously � as he slipped into his black, zippered sweatshirt. He knew Itachi
hated his hoodie but he loved it. It clearly said �I don�t give a fuck about
fashion� and his brother thought it looked stupid, and anything Itachi didn�t like was a bonus in his book.

Itachi grabbed his hand and pulled
him out the door before he could get his right sleeve on and he tripped on the outside
stair, running into the metal gate that surrounded the small strip of concrete
and fake flowers around their front door.
He tried to gain back his balance by holding onto the gate but it swung
open under his hands and he fell backwards and into Itachi�s
chest. He felt his brother�s hand briefly
tugging the belt loop on his pants in an effort to help him stay steady before
he righted with a pointed glare at his brother�s questing hands.

�Stop it octopus-chan, I�m not in the mood for your stupid shit.�

Itachi said nothing but looked
over his shoulder, a smile quirking his lips upward. �You will be by the end of the night.�

Sasuke snorted and brushed passed
him, their elbows bumping. Itachi�s hand touched his shoulder and Sasuke
twisted, jerking out of his brother�s grip and barely catching the keys flying
towards his face.

�It�s your birthday.
You can drive. Mother and Father
said you needed the practice anyway, if you wanted to get your license.�

Sasuke pocketed the keys and
headed towards the elevator, his brother falling into step behind him. The elevator opened and Sasuke
immediately scowled at the girl coming out.

�Sasuke-kun! You�� She stopped speaking and just stared at his outfit.

He shifted uncomfortably, knowing that she was used to
seeing him in his school uniform or over-large hoodies
and baggy jeans. He could practically
feel Itachi�s smirk.

�Y-you look�nice.�
She was blatantly eyeing him up and down. Her eyebrows were pinched together, trying to
take in his outfit. His eyes widened
when he noticed her eyebrow piercing. He
was used to her dyed pink hair, she always changed the color back to normal for
school but on the weekends he had seen her several times with hair that was
screamingly bright and pink. A piercing, however, was a bit more permanent
and not allowed at their school.

�Nice eyebrow ring.�
He commented, mainly to get her attention.

She jerked and then blushed.
�Ah, thank you Sasuke-kun.�

�Did you just get it?� he asked.

She shook her head no.
�It�s fake, I only put it on sometimes when I�m going out with Ino-pig or something.
But, where are you going all dressed up?
I�ve never seen you like�well, that.
It looks good though!�

�Ah, well it is Sasuke-kun�s
sixteenth birthday so we are g��

Sasuke elbowed Itachi
in the gut, relishing the pained gasp his brother made.

�Shut up,� he
hissed.

Sakura looked between them curiously, interest piqued. �Oh?�

�Nothing,� Sasuke said between
gritted teeth. The last thing he needed
was people at school knowing about his weekly ventures. It may have been his birthday, and Itachi probably had something planned, but it wasn�t like
he hadn�t been to the strip club before.
Itachi shared ownership of the club with some
guy named Kisame.
And even though the club was highly successful, neither of their parents
knew about Itachi�s involvement or that Sasuke was dragged along with him most weekends.

He watched her expression deflate when neither one of them
elaborated. Good, he thought fiercely, mind
your own damn business.

He could tell, from the way she shifted on her feet and
twisted her hands nervously that she was searching for something to say,
something to keep the conversation going.
He decided to help her along by ending the conversation all
together. �Well, we have to leave or
we�re going to be late. I�ll see you at
school Sakura.�

She perked up at her name and smiled slightly. �See you at school Sasuke-kun
and have fun!� She winked at him once
and then moved out of their way.

�Happy Birthday Sasu�� The elevator door
cut off the rest of her sentence.

He stiffened as Itachi�s finger
ran down his neck and twisted around the small hairs near his nape.

�I didn�t know you had a girlfriend Sasuke-kun.�

Sasuke ignored his brother�s touch
and glared at the ground. �I don�t have
a girlfriend, brother.�

Itachi said nothing but kept his
hand resting on the nape of his neck. Sasuke knew better than to shrug it off, the warning was
subtle but Sasuke knew his brother and knew that Itachi�s temper, while quiet and calm, was dangerously
violate. The doors slid open and they
moved into the lobby. Itachi removed his hand, walking to the car in
silence. Sasuke
stared at the small square mailboxes that lined the wall, refusing to speak
since Itachi was the one who started it. His brother was so damn possessive and it was
annoying. Itachi
knew he wasn�t interested in anybody and Sasuke
didn�t know why Itachi cared so fucking much
anyway.

His hands jerked at the hem of his sweatshirt and he walked
to the driver�s side of the car, fishing the keys out of his pockets and
unlocking the door. A minute later the
lock clicked open and Itachi sat next to him, giving
him soft reminders when he forgot to turn on the lights and check the rearview
mirror.

�I know,� he snapped, still sullen over Itachi�s
moodiness.

He could feel Itachi staring at
him; he glanced over and caught his brother�s eye. He flinched under the scrutinizing look; he
didn�t like it when Itachi looked at him like
that. He felt insecure, like he could
never measure up.

Itachi looked towards the front of
the car, �There�s a red light.�

Sasuke slammed on the breaks,
surprised.

�I know you do,� Itachi said and Sasuke almost missed the quiet words. He wasn�t sure if he was meant to hear them
in the first place so he said nothing in response.

They arrived at the club on time and with little
mishap. He parked near the back at Itachi�s instruction and locked the doors, handing his
brother the keys.

Sasuke shoved his hands into his
pockets, and followed Itachi through the
backdoor. He hated this place. He always felt uncomfortable and off balance
and normally hid it by scowling at everyone in his vicinity. He knew his brother was probably enjoying his
discomfort from the way he was always watching him and the people that
surrounded him, almost as if he was trying to find a customer or employee he
liked, only to somehow use that attraction against him. He wasn�t sure exactly how Itachi would use his being attracted
to someone against him but he never claimed to understand his brother. So, he settled for staying on his guard and
scowling at everyone that came within five feet.

He nodded his head at one of the bouncers, and ignored the
way the older man smirked at him.
Everyone, all the regular workers, knew that Itachi
dragged him in each weekend, and all of them knew that Sasuke,
after all the times he had ever been there, had never shown any interest in
anyone. It had become a game to try and
set him up with the newer strippers or to flirt with him. Sasuke was
beginning to suspect that all of Itachi�s so-called
friends thought it was funny when he was annoyed.
He distinctly remembered Itachi
and Kisame discussing over a glass of beer how cute
he was when he got flustered. That night
Sasuke had poured a shot of vodka over Itachi�s head, much to Kisame�s
amusement. His brother, in response, had
done the worst thing ever and paid one of his strippers to give him a lap
dance. Sasuke
had never been more embarrassed and more uncomfortable in his life. After that he never provoked Itachi at the club again, he always waited until they were
in the safe confines of their home to annoy his older brother.

He weaved through the tables, finally finding a place in the
back and away from the stage. One of the
bartenders, a feminine man with long black hair who Sasuke,
when he was first introduced, mistook for a girl leaned up comfortable against
his table.

�Hello Sasuke-kun. I hear it�s your birthday. Finally turning sixteen, eh?� Haku said, winking
at him.

Sasuke grimaced, not even glancing
at the menu Haku handed him. � VO Manhattan, dry,
straight up, with a twist.�

Haku raised an eyebrow and then
laughed. �Looks like the birthday boy
knows what he wants. So, has Itachi-san gotten you anything good?�

Sasuke rolled his eyes, handing
the menu back to Haku. �No, and I don�t even want to know what he is
planning either. Maybe you should just
bring me a whole bottle of vodka and I�ll get drunk. Then, he�ll have to take me home and I won�t
have to be here.�

Haku smiled and hit him on the
head with the menu. �I�m hurt Sasuke-kun, you don�t want to be here?�

Sasuke snorted. �Do I ever?�

Haku leaned down, whispering in
his ear. �I like to think you do.�

Smirking, Sasuke replied. �You and everyone else.�

Haku smiled, ruffling Sasuke�s hair casually, like long time friends. �Yeah, well, tonight it�s on me. Happy Birthday kid.�

Sasuke rolled his eyes, calling
after Haku�s retreating form. �I�m not a kid!�

He settled down into the chair, easing back against the wood
and crossing his arms over his chest, refusing to take off the sweatshirt just
yet, even though the club was much warmer than it was outside.

Haku came back with his drink and
he took it straight from the other boy�s hands, not even giving him time to set
it on the table. He took a long sip from
the drink, watching as Itachi disappeared behind one
of the back doors, Kisame by his side. He set the glass down and wiped his hands,
now wet from the excess moisture on the rim, on a small square napkin. The back door opened and Kisame
came out. Sasuke
watched him for a moment. Even in the
dim lighting Kisame�s skin looked blue. Sasuke had often
asked Itachi if Kisame was
constantly sick because of the pallor of his skin but Itachi
assured him that it was some type of genetic defect.

He slouched further down in his seat, knowing that his
brother would probably be following Kisame and would
look for him at once. He jumped in
surprise as Haku suddenly tapped him on the shoulder
with the menu. He took the menu
questioningly. Haku
smirked and nodded toward Itachi who was just now
rounding a corner, already scanning the tables for him. He suddenly understood Haku�s
intention and set the menu up in front of his face, pretending to be another
customer engrossed in the lists of drinks.

He kept his eyes down, remembering his brother once telling
him that he could sense people looking at him, which was why Sasuke could never sneak up on him when they were growing
up. Now, Sasuke
understood the expression, always able to feel
that prickling sensation whenever someone stared at him for too long. He looked down at the lists of drinks,
sliding his own drink back and forth across the table with his fingertips. He picked his glass up, the sides cool
against his palm and�

His other hand swung around to catch the bottom of his
drink, barely keeping it from spilling as his chair was jostled. He set the cup down roughly and turned in his
seat.

�Hey asshole watch wh�Naruto.�

The other boy froze, his laughter sobering up quickly and
dying in his throat. He turned around,
the expression on his face neutral and slightly strained. �Sasuke. How are you?�

Sasuke snorted. �I�m fine.
What are you doing here?�

Naruto shrugged uncomfortable, a
smile cracking across his face like the ridges in sandpaper and gestured to Shikamaru who had been watching them both with keen eyes
and a lazy posture. �Nothing. Just ya know��

�Ah,� Sasuke said with a sardonic
lift of his eyebrow. He waved them
away. �Well, you two have fun.�

Naruto hesitated, ignoring Shikamaru�s warning look.
�Sasuke I��

Sasuke stared at him, suddenly
feeling the urge to throw his glass at Naruto�s face
and just as easily the urge fizzled into a stale taste at the back of his mouth,
like beer that sat out too long. He took
a deep swallow of his drink and sighed.
�Just leave, idiot.�

He watched with pleasure as Naruto
winced at the term idiot.

Naruto left and Sasuke took another deep swallow of his drink, enjoying the
cool feel of it moving down his throat and settling in his stomach. He didn�t watch as Naruto
navigated his way through the sea of tables around them with Shikamaru at his side.
Shikamaru and not him. Fuck. He raised his hand, gesturing to Haku.

�I want a bottle of 151.�

Haku raised his eyebrows. �151?�

Sasuke glared at him. �Yes, 151.�

�The whole bottle.�

Sasuke rolled his eyes. �Are you deaf, Haku?�

�Apparently not,� Haku
replied. �But your brother is going to
kill me.�

Sasuke�s smile was smug. �Maybe but it is my birthday.�

Haku shook his head, and for a
second he looked regretful. �Yes, it is
your birthday just be careful, all right?�

Sasuke just watched as Haku turned around and left, feeling a pang of anger thrum
though his body at Haku telling him what to do. Looking
at him like that, the way his Mom looked when he brought in his report cards,
like he was wasting all the talent he had.
He glared darkly at the countertop, picking at it with his nails until Haku rested a shot glass and a bottle of 151 in front of
him. He quickly poured himself a shot,
swinging it back in one gulp and grimaced at the taste. His throat burned and the drink settled in
his belly like lead. He shook his head,
trying to get his bearings as his eyes watered from the shock of the
drink.

He wasn�t used to having something that strong. Itachi was always
slipping him drinks that had less alcohol than what he drank on a regular
basis. He smiled, Itachi
had completely passed his table by and he knew Haku
wouldn�t say anything.

Pouring another shot he settled back into his chair and felt
the pleasant vibration of the base against his skin. He looked up towards the stage, a smatter of
bright, colorful lights and three gleaming poles that lined the edges and the
middle. He relaxed into his chair, the
lights around him dimming and letting the focus shift to the show.

He felt safe settled at his small table, a bottle of alcohol
at his right side and a shot glass on his left.
Itachi hadn�t appeared and he knew his brother
couldn�t find him or was far too busy to look.
He smiled and took another shot, the alcohol no longer burning his
throat but becoming a soothing warmth in his
stomach. Itachi,
he thought as he leaned his head back against the chair�s head rest, couldn�t
give him a birthday present if he couldn�t find him.

Haku slipped behind the bar and
grabbed a bottle of tequila, getting ready to mix a drink when a hand settled
onto his shoulder. He looked over and
offered a small smile to his boss, a smile that was not returned.

�Itachi-san.�

�Haku.� Itachi stated, his voice deep and almost melodic. �How is my little brother?�

Haku shrugged and looked for the
fruit peeler. �Fine, drinking like his
sixteen years.�

�Oh?� Itachi asked. It was said softly but Haku
heard the undertone of threat.

�He ordered a bottle of 151, if that is what you wanted to
know.�

�Really,� Itachi replied. He left like a wisp of secondhand smoke,
drifting in his presence one second and then gone the next, leaving nothing but
a faint smell of cologne.

Haku�s attention was diverted when
a regular by the name of Zabuza slammed a twenty on
the table.

Itachi slipped around several
tabled and one person getting a blowjob in the corner of the room, settling
near Kisame at the rail where the floor lifted up a
step higher than the rest. The nicer
tables were positioned on the second level, separating it from the bar and the
stage.

�Itachi-san, I found your
brother.�

Itachi turned toward Kisame who was flashing him a shark-like smile. He didn�t rise to the bait and said nothing
in response. Kisame�s
smile deflated a little.

�The brat is going to get himself drunk.� He pointed to a table where Sasuke was slouched, a menu hiding his face.

Itachi quirked an eyebrow, quickly
realizing how Sasuke had hid from him and almost
smiled at his little brother�s foolish attitude.

Kisame leaned in closer. �So, what did ya
get him for his birthday?�

Itachi frowned and said nothing,
just gave him a look.

Kisame laughed, holding up his
hand as if to fend him off. �Sorry,
sorry, want to know what I got him.� Kisame�s smiled was positively wicked, sharp canines
framing the edges of his mouth. He
watched as Kisame point a large, pudgy finger towards
one of the newer strippers who was slipping back behind the curtain after just
finishing his show to a very generous audience.

�Hyuuga Neji.� Itachi intoned,
because he knew each and every one of his strippers � new, old, fired � and
every one of his regulars.

Kisame fingered a handful of
money, letting Itachi see the amount. �Told �em I�d pay
him a good price if he got your little brother off. Hasn�t happened yet but I figure Neji might give your brother�s hormones a run for their
money.�

Itachi made a noncommittal sound,
his finger twitching against the rail. �We�ll
see.� He said at last, ignoring Kisame�s inquisitive glance and watching as Neji slipped through the crowd with ease, heading towards his little brother�s table.

Neji walk with a cat-like grace
towards the table Kisame had pointed him to earlier and
almost stopped in his tracks. He knew
this guy. Uchiha
Sasuke was a grade lower than him at school. He took a deep breath and calmed his
nerves. The money, he reminded himself,
he needed the damn money.

Steeling himself he took the last few steps until he was
directly behind Sasuke. He saw the younger boy�s shoulder tense and
smiled. He was in charge here, that much
was clear.

He set his hands on Sasuke�s
shoulder, rubbing them in a soothing motion, something Hinata
used to do to him after his Karate practices that always put him at ease. Apparently, it was the wrong thing to do as
it made Sasuke�s shoulder tighten more, the tenseness
threading throughout the rest of his small frame. Neji smiled and ran
his tongue across the nape of Sasuke�s neck and felt
a small victory run through him at the shiver that resulted.

�I was told today was your birthday,� Neji
said, letting his voice be soft enough for only Sasuke
to hear. Thankfully, there weren�t very
many people close to where Sasuke was sitting, so far
back and nestled near the corner. It
made Neji�s job easier, without a crowd of onlookers Sasuke was more likely to relax.

He moved into view, letting his hips sway to the steady
strum of music that another stripper on the stage was dancing to. He moved his hands above his head and let
them fall along the dips and curves in his body, tweaking a nipple and ghosting
a hand over his cock.

He grinned when Sasuke glanced up
at him, eyes wide with recognition.

�N-Neji? What the hell?�

Neji smirked and put a finger up
to his lips. �It�s Raven tonight, Sasuke-kun.�

Sasuke folded his arms, leaning
back into the chair, and suddenly felt how bare he was without his sweatshirt
on. He desperately wished he had not
taken it off ten minutes ago.

Neji slid on top of him, grinding
his ass against his cock and Sasuke did his best to
ignore him, looking past him and towards another table, Naruto�s
table.

Neji noticed the way Sasuke�s eyes were focused on a point beyond his
shoulder. He crouched, hands sliding up Sasuke�s thighs, and leaned in until his lips brushed Sasuke�s ear lobe.
�Does anyone at school know you come here?�

Sasuke jerked at his voice, his
attention snapping to Neji. �No.
Does anyone know you work here?� Sasuke demanded, sneering.

Neji smirked, knowing he now had Sasuke�s full attention.
He wasn�t about to loose. Kisame had agreed to pay him triple the amount if he could
get Sasuke off and according to his co-workers the
last person who gave Sasuke a lap dance had not only
failed to get Sasuke off but had been punched in the
face. He figured the rumor false since
punching an employee would get you banned from the club but it was obvious from
the way everyone knew Sasuke that he was a regular
and, apparently, somewhat of a challenge for those brave enough to take
it. Neji
didn�t care about any of that, what he wanted was the money.

�You know he�s watching you.�

He felt Sasuke tense beneath him
and he snaked a leg around the chair, straddling him for a moment before
twisting upwards like a snake, hands brushing along Sasuke�s
side and erection pressing into Sasuke�s
collarbone.

If he was turned on there was a better chance that Sasuke would participate, the attraction would be mutual
and Sasuke was, if anything, damn appealing so Neji had no trouble getting hard.

He moved down once more, slipping his hands over Sasuke�s shoulders and palming his chest, fingers twisting
a nipple through the thin fabric. He
licked lightly at the juncture between Sasuke neck and
collarbone, delighting at the feel of Sasuke shifting
beneath him, uncomfortable. He moved
just so and allowed Sasuke a glimpse of Naruto
sitting several tables away.

The blonde was watching Sasuke�s
every move, a scowl twisting his features every time Neji
moved atop Sasuke.
Sasuke could tell, despite the distance, that Naruto was pissed. He
felt a surge of gratification at the pain he was causing the other boy, the
pain that bastard deserved.

Neji smirked against Sasuke�s neck. �How
about I really make him jealous?�

Sasuke shivered at the suggestive
whisper and his hands gripped the sides of the chair tighter, knuckles turning
white.

He jerked in his seat as Neji�s
fingers toyed with the fly of his pants.
He felt deft hands quickly unbutton his leather pants and a finger slip
underneath the waistband. He closed his
eyes at the sudden invasion of privacy, trying to reign in the urge to jump up
from the seat and rush to the bathroom because he knew that even if he hid in a
stall his brother would drag him back out.
His brother! The sudden thought
of Itachi brought a blush to his face and he gritted
his teeth. The bastard was probably
laughing at his predicament and the fact that, despite his wishes, he was
sporting an erection. He opened his eyes
and glanced around, trying to spot Itachi among the
other patrons.

Neji almost growled at Sasuke�s wandering attention. He slid from his crouched position and
dropped between Sasuke�s legs, hands curving from Sasuke�s sides to the small of his back. He leaned forward, mouthing a nipple through
the fabric and unzipping Sasuke�s pants, palming his
cock through the cotton briefs. He
hissed in pain as Sasuke suddenly jerked in his seat,
kneeing him in the side.

�Fuck,� Sasuke whispered as Neji�s hand
bumped along his cock. He closed his
eyes, jerking at the sensation of another person � not Naruto
� touching him.

Neji wrapped his hand around Sasuke�s cock, stroking him harder and firmer, letting his
fingers slide along and rub underneath at the base of his cock. Sasuke was
practically trembling with the effort of staying still and refused to give in
to the urge to buck his hips forward and into the slide of Neji�s
warm fingers.

�Dammit,� Sasuke
hissed, ducking his head so that his bangs would hide his face.

Neji, still stroking, moved so he
could see Sasuke�s face, tilting his head up until it
was scant inches away. Sasuke was biting his lip, hard, and Neji
was tempted to nip at it and form his own teeth indentations along the fleshy
pink. He ran his finger along the head
of Sasuke�s cock, and the cotton was damp with precum.

�Fuck, Neji, stop.� Sasuke
whispered harshly, all too aware of what he looked like, trembling in a wooden
chair, cock hard with his pants halfway down his legs.

Neji reached into his back pocket,
fingering a condom and leaned up to kiss Sasuke on
the lips, something that was not allowed
for his job but could be ignored in favor of a friend. If, Sasuke could be
called a friend, more like an acquaintance but Neji
would accept any excuse he could find.
He didn�t care much about Sasuke, he just
wanted the money Kisame was offering, Sasuke was just a bonus. Right before he captured Sasuke
lips with his own he breathed onto Sasuke�s mouth,
wetting his lips with his tongue.
�Raven, for tonight.� He reminded Sasuke
gently before kissing him deeply.

He never noticed the way Itachi
was watching both of them and how his eyes had flashed red in the strobe light,
narrowed with pure rage at Neji.

Neji slipped his tongue into Sasuke�s mouth, wet, chapped lips bumping together in
greedy, open-mouth kisses. Sasuke�s hands were still holding the side of the chair,
fingers wrapped around the wood to avoid the temptation of Neji�s
skin, but he didn�t need his hands to scrap his teeth against Neji�s mouth or to suck on his tongue. Neji groaned into
the kiss, fingers ripping the paper sealing the condom, and he pulled back,
sticking the condom in his mouth to wet it.
He threw the paper to the ground and squeezed Sasuke�s
cock with his fingers, slowly pulling down Sasuke�s
underwear.

Sasuke closed his eyes, head
banging against the chair�s back rest as the cool air of the club kissed his
cock and Neji�s fingers ran in soothing, maddening
circles around his balls.

Neji, in one smooth movement, took
Sasuke�s cock into his mouth and slipped the condom
on with his teeth and tongue. He sucked
hard, deep throating him easily, the head of Sasuke�s cock nudging up against the back of his
throat. He tasted of sweat, salty, and
smelled of soap and pepper. He moved one
hand along Sasuke�s leg, fingers spreading outwards
and digging into the soft fleshy area where his hip and inner thigh
connected. His other hand moved to cup Sasuke�s balls and he continued to suck, occasionally
letting his teeth slide along the ridges of his cock, gentle and careful.

Sasuke�s hands were digging into chair�s
woodwork and his mouth was open in a scream that came out as a chocked
gurgle. His head had slammed back on the
chair so hard he was sure there would be a bump tomorrow but he just as quickly
let his head flop back down, chin tucked in as he watched Neji
suck him off; black hair hanging around a pale face, throat and Adams apple
bobbing, lips open and surrounding his cock.

This, Sasuke thought, this
was a nice feeling. Neji�s mouth was different from Naruto�s
mouth, more confident and less rough; he didn�t gag when he sucked Sasuke down all the way to the base. He exhaled slowly, letting the tension ease
out of his body. This was okay, it was only
for a night and it meant nothing. It was
probably his birthday gift from his brother �

Itachi.

Sasuke looked up and felt shame
flush through him. Neji�s
mouth was sucking on him, a wet sound that filled his ears and became
background noise when he noticed his brother leaning against a rail. His brother was staring at him, watching him get off with those inscrutable black
eyes. He couldn�t look away. It felt like someone had just punched him in
the gut, the air rushing out of his lungs, leaving him gasping for breath.

Itachi�s skin burned with the
irrational itch to touch Sasuke, to be able to make
him react like that. His insides twisted
and his tongue felt heavy in his mouth as he watched Neji
mouth his little brother. He felt no
shame at the erection straining against his pants, and he subtle shifted until
his cock was pressed hard against the bar holding up the railing. If Kisame noticed
his white knuckled grip on the rail or the small movements as he pushed his
hips slowly forward against to bar to ease the pressure on his cock, he didn�t
bring attention to it.

Neji hummed against Sasuke�s cock impatiently, sending a jolt of pleasure
through him and ripping his attention away from Itachi. He looked down, fingers curling reflectively against
the wooden edge of the chair � feeling his glove snag on the uneven surface �
and shifted his hips upward, urging Neji on. He stared down at Neji�s
sleek hair determinedly, he was not
going to look back up and see if Itachi was still
watching him. He was not going to wonder if his brother was
disappointed at his lack of restraint � he couldn�t resist every temptation
thrown at him! � especially Neji.

His skin burned, sweat sliding between his shoulder blades
and he felt the familiar warmth, tug, of an orgasm before he gasped in
release. He shuddered as the adrenaline
left him, as Neji sucked him and he leaned back �
drained � against the chair, hand reaching up to touch Neji�s
hair. It was soft and thin, just like
he�d thought it would be.

He could still feel his brother�s eyes on him, prickling the
hairs on his neck. He closed his eyes,
sighed and then glanced at Neji who was wiping his
mouth with the back of hand and pulling the condom off with a wet snap,
crumbling it and throwing it on the floor without a care. There was a smirk curling the edges of Neji�s mouth and Sasuke had never
wanted to punch someone so badly.

Neji slid forward, practically
gliding over Sasuke�s body with feral grace, and
kissed him. Neji�s
mouth had a bitter taste � the taste of him
� and Sasuke accepted the kiss for what it was � a
taste of himself.
He could feel Neji�s cock against his knee �
hard � but he wasn�t about to suck him off.
Neji had done his job, gotten his money�s
worth, and could go jerk off in the back room if he needed to. It wasn�t Sasuke�s
problem.

�He�s still watching you, ya
know.�

And Sasuke knew that Neji meant Naruto, not Itachi. He glanced
over Neji�s shoulder, seeing blue eyes bright with something. Lust, regret, jealousy, Sasuke
wasn�t sure.

He smirked and let Neji slip his
tongue into his mouth. He pulled back,
his forehead bumping against Neji�s own. �You seem awfully interested, Hyuuga.�

Neji bit his lip, causing him to
hiss in pain and annoyance.

�Watch it, Uchiha. I don�t want people here knowing me. Sometimes, certain people deserve to be
brought down. Naruto
is one of those people.�

�Hmm�� Sasuke mumbled
incoherently. Naruto
was one of those people. He wasn�t sure what the details were but word
around school was that Naruto had shown up Neji big time in some sport. Sasuke didn�t play
sports all that much and didn�t care for them either but bad history was bad
history and if Neji thought getting Naruto jealous was a good thing, well, he wasn�t about to
argue. After all, Naruto
had been the one to break up with him, that little shit deserved whatever Sasuke could dish out.

�So, what�s your plan?�

�Well,� Neji ran a hand through Sasuke�s short, thick hair.
�I was only being paid to get you off, and after that is the end of my
shift. I asked off early for�family
reasons. If we leave together it would
look voluntary.�

Sasuke smirked and gripped the
back of Neji�s head hard, suddenly yanking him
forward for another kiss. He licked his
lips and stood up. �Sounds
good to me.�

Neji almost laughed as Sasuke stumbled slightly, catching the table with his hand
in order to steady himself. �Shit,� Sasuke cursed.

�Need help?� Neji asked.

�Fuck you.�

Neji slid a hand around Sasuke�s waist, helping him steady, and then moved his hand
to his shoulder, guiding him towards the back.
Naruto watched them both leave, eyes narrowed
and hands restlessly twisting the hem of his shirt.

Neji smirked as he stepped through
the back door and into a changing room.
He stripped out of his clothes, the flare he had earlier dying in his
haste. Sasuke
watched him appreciatively for a moment before looking away, his cheeks red.

Neji threw a towel at Sasuke. �Here, clean
up with this.�

Sasuke unbuttoned his pants and
wiped quickly, glad to have the sticky wet mess mostly off. He held the towel up once done. �Where do you want it?�

Neji nodded towards a bin in the
corner and Sasuke threw it over there, managing to
get it in on his first try.

Sasuke followed Neji, stumbling a bit in the dim lighting, and blinking
back tears as his eyes tried to adjust to the sudden stream of
streetlights. He recognized it as the
parking lot. Neji
was watching him, eyes blinding white in the glare, and Sasuke
struggled to hold himself upright against the door�s frame. He snorted at the very idea that he wasn�t
walking straight because he was and
he took a step forward, slipping on the gravel�

-- only to be gently held in warm
arms. He looked up and his stomach
suddenly wanted to empty itself at the furious look on Itachi�s
face. Something hard and warm was
bumping into his thigh but he ignored it as Itachi�s
voice reached his ears, grinding against his eardrums.

�Where do you think you are going?�

Sasuke, realizing Itachi�s eyes were not focused on him, relaxed in his
brother�s arms, the sudden realization that no matter how old he was Itachi was here.

Neji, Sasuke
mused a little sleepily, looked like a bird caught in a hawk�s stare. And Sasuke knew
better than anyone, despite how collected his brother might appear to be, he
had a nasty temper when it was unleashed.
His brother�s anger � those talons � weren�t anything anyone in their
right mind would ever mess with.

�Sasuke,� Itachi
said, not waiting for Neji�s answer. �Let�s go home. I told Kisame I
wasn�t working long tonight since it�s your birthday.�

Sasuke nodded, his head bumping up
against Itachi�s chest. �As long as you promise to not give me a
present,� Sasuke said, his words slightly slurred as
the alcohol caught up with him.

Itachi said nothing in reply, just
touched his fingers to Sasuke�s cheek and led him to
the car.

Sasuke fell asleep on the ride
home.
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