How We Operate | By : riddlestar Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1005 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Summary : When Naruto is away for
three months, Sasuke realizes that he may just love the blonde. But what
happens when Naruto returns, in tow with a boyfriend that is none other than
his older brother Itachi? ItaNaru. SasuNaru NaruSasu.
How We Operate :
Chapter 1:
This,
Sasuke decided was the worst day of his life. He usually wasn’t
one to mope and brood too much but this
couldn’t be helped. After all today had been a special occasion.
Most of the time he never offered to pick
up anyone from the airport, never
mind how long they’d been away, but Today was different. Today was the day he
was going to finally confess to the man he loved. Whom he was sure loved him too. After all he had
told Sasuke exactly that every week or so for the past year ,
that is until he had had gone off to America.
And even before leaving he had reminded Sasuke that he would always love him
and when he came back, would ask him again.
But Sasuke, being the blind idiot he was, had scoffed,
saying that it was just an infatuation and anyway, weren’t they just best
friends? Why would he want to ruin that for something that would probably just
blow up in their faces? Especially when Sasuke was sure he didn’t like him in that way.
And for the first few weeks since this man had been away
Sasuke had clung to this notion like a shy child does to his mothers dress. He
soon found out however that this denial got harder and harder to achieve.
Somewhere between the third and fourth week Sasuke Uchiha came to conclusion
that he was indeed in love with his best friend. He probably had been for the
longest time but he just was too stupid to notice.
So when the three months were over and his best friend had
called (after two whole months of no communication) to tell him he would be
back on this particular day, he had offered to pick him up, shocking both the
object of his affection and the person who usually did the job, pink haired
Sakura. Consequently he had found himself standing, ridiculously nervous, at
the airport waiting for his first ( and probably only)
love to come out of the gates.
Sure enough he when he first caught site of the blonde hair
and hideous orange and black shirt his heart had sped up and his hands had
sweated but what he didn’t expect was the person who followed the blonde out of
the airport, a hand very conspicuously on his
best friends waist. And just when he thought it
couldn’t get any worse the person behind the blonde clearly came into view. He
would have recognized the long black flowing hair, the painfully familiar face
and the confident stride anywhere. Sasuke
swore he heard the ‘splat’ as his heart plummeted through his stomach and
spattered all over the dirty pavement..
It had taken all the strength he possessed to force himself
to breath. He reminded himself that Uchiha’s were never weak and so he had fixed a look of
pleasant surprise on his face as the dobe introduced his new boy friend to him,
Sasuke’s own older brother, Itachi Uchiha. Someone Naruto knew he hated with a passion.
And Itachi had given him that infuriating smirk, both
knowing and sly as he chided Sasuke for never introducing him to Naruto before.
The fucking traitor! And what made it worse was that that particular line went
for both Itachi and Naruto. He had
never felt so betrayed in his life.
So that was how he found himself currently driving his car (
you’re still driving the Honda, otouto?), listening to how his best friend and
brother had met and how they had realised how much they had in common (mainly
Sasuke) and how much they had enjoyed their stay in America. Sasuke felt like
throttling something, mainly the two people who sat behind.
Somewhere along the way, he came to the conclusion that he should feel
more betrayed by his beloved excuse for a brother. Mostly
because he was willing to give Naruto the benefit of the doubt. After
all, Naruto didn’t know how he felt about him. Hell, Sasuke couldn’t even blame
him. Itachi was hot, hotter than Sasuke at least, and though he was a complete
and utter jerk, he hadn’t blown off Naruto like Sasuke had.
But his aniki,
Sasuke swore he could taste something bitter in his mouth, his aniki knew exactly how Sasuke felt about
Naruto. He had spoken to his brother around a month ago at one of those company
parties and Itachi had wiggled out the reason why his younger brother was
brooding more than usual.
Sasuke hadn’t told him about Naruto of course, but he had said enough for Itachi to guess who it
was. And his aniki’s bemused expression as his younger brother had spluttered
an excuse about why he had come to personally pick the blonde up was more than
self explanatory. Itachi was his
brother after all.
There was a sudden lull in conversation and Sasuke glanced behind,
(why the hell was he in front alone, like a fucking chauffer?) barely
suppressing a murderous glare. Really public displays of affection were a
disgustingly disgusting affair especially when the two involved were Naruto and
Itachi.. Oh god, the world really was against him.
‘So otouto, how have you been?’ Itachi’s voice was smooth as
silk, teasing and indulgent all at the same time. Itachi made sure that even
his tone reminded Sasuke just who was the older and better one between the two
of them. Sasuke hated it. oh wait he had already mentioned that, hadn’t he? It was a
whole moment before he could unlock his jaw.
‘Fine’ he muttered. He heard his brother chuckle and his
hands tightened over the steering wheel.
‘What’s the matter Sasuke?’ It was Naruto, sounding
concerned, ‘you don’t sound too well.’
‘I’m fine’ Sasuke bit out. He caught his brothers
eyes in the rear view mirror and saw him grin. Sasuke gulped, he had always
hated that expression of his brothers. That meant Itachi was going to do something
he wasn’t going to like. Like the time he had stolen money
from his mothers purse to buy dirty magazines and then hidden them in Sasuke’s
closet, where his mother was sure to find them. He still remembered the
loud lilting laugh that Itachi had had when his mother had lectured him on the
evils of porn and then grounded Sasuke for two months.
So Sasuke wasn’t surprised really, when Itachi, making full
eye contact with him, turned his head just a little and dipped it into the
blonde’s neck, making Naruto laugh and try to push him away. The blonde didn’t
try too hard though and Sasuke watched, mortified and mesmerized at the same
time as Itachi sucked and nibbled on tanned flesh. It was like a cheap horror
film, Sasuke thought as he tried and failed to look away from the site
unfolding behind him.
The only thing that was running through his mind was how he should be the one making Naruto
squirm like that¸ not his fucking brother -
‘
‘ske! LOOK OUT!’
Sasuke woke from his daze in a start to see a bright pair of
headlights coming straight for them. He swung his car to the right, barely
missing the truck that sped by as he screeched to a halt on the side of the
road.
For a moment there was silence as their hearts thudded back
to a normal speed, then Itachi smacked him hard on the
back of his head.
‘Hey!’ Sasuke protested, turning behind to glare at this
brother. Itachi glared harder,
‘if you cant fucking pay attention
to the road, then don’t drive!’
Sasuke felt screaming ‘It your fault this happened anyway!’
but he kept silent, knowing it wasn’t any use arguing with his brother. He just
would drop them both off at Itachi’s apartment and then go on a long vacation
to forget this disastrous day… to Tibet
or something. Yeah, that would be nice. Maybe he would learn something about
universal peace and truth and then he wouldn’t care if his elder,
im-better-than- you-in – anything – you – can- possibly – even- imagine
–brother was fucking his best friend and love of his life. He felt his chest
constrict painfully.. okay
maybe he would still care..
He dimly heard that Naruto was talking again so he sat up
and paid attention, ignoring the angry honks of the cars that past by.
‘Oh don’t be hard on him ‘tachi’ Naruto voice was deep and calming,
just like always. ‘He must be tired. After all, its 2 in the
morning. Right Sasuke?’
Sasuke nodded, un able to speak
because of the horrible pain that he felt as Naruto touched his shoulder in
what used to be a comforting gesture. Now it only made Sasuke more tense. Tense and upset because that was all he was
going to get. Stupid fucking friendly pats on the back. Because who in their
right mind would leave someone like Itachi for him? No one,
and he didn’t think Naruto would either. Not after Sasuke had ridiculed his
feelings like he had.
Sasuke started the car before Itachi could start grumbling
again and drove ahead, this time with his eyes studiously fixed on the road,
not that the two behind did anything but laugh and talk softly. Maybe that was
even worse.
They reached Itachi’s apartment in 15 minutes and it was
with a bitter smile that he saw them bang the car door behind them, Itachi not
even bothering to thank him. Naruto did however, murmuring a low thanks and
giving him a small smile, but nothing else. Sasuke couldn’t find it in him to
react, so he just stared, numb with pain as the two people closest to him
started to disappear into Itachi’s unaffordable ( at least to normal people)
building foyer.
Then the two men stopped, the taller Itachi whispering
something into Naruto’s ear. Sasuke felt like snarling at the intimate gesture
but he couldn’t do anything but watch helplessly and Naruto chuckled and
whispered something back. Slowly the lean jeans clad blonde turned around and pushed past the revolving
glass door to step back outside onto the pavement.
For a moment Sasuke thought he was hallucinating but when
Naruto’s familiar scarred face became clearer as he came nearer, Sasuke
realised he wasn’t just imagining it.
‘Hey sa’ske, wanna come up?’
‘Erm, what?’ since when did he talking like a stuttering
fool? Pull it together Uchiha!
Naruto looked a little amused and Sasuke scowled, his hands
tightening on the steering wheel. Drive away, just drive away, said a desperate
voice in his head. He found he couldn’t. The blonde was like a magnet he
couldn’t pull away from.
‘I’m worried about you.’ Naruto said, bending so he could
look at Sasuke’s face through the open window, ‘You look distracted and I don’t
think its safe for you to drive back.’
Sasuke breathed in the musky, slightly stale perfumed scent
of the blonde and sighed. He couldn’t believe it. Was he actually contemplating
spending the night at Itachi’s? he usually hated to do
it even under normal circumstances, but this was even worse. He would get the
guest room, while Itachi and Naruto would be in the master bedroom, on the same
bed, god knows doing what and -
‘Sasuke?’
Sasuke jumped, turning to look at Naruto who was
uncharacteristically poker faced.
‘I’m quite capable of driving back’ he forced out, proud of
himself for the slight sneer that entered his words. He would not lose in front
of his brother, or Naruto. No way was the blonde going to know just how much he
affected him.
And then he felt it. a strong hand on his own left one. Sasuke felt like he’d
been burned. He tried to jerk his hand away from the steering wheel, but Naruto
persisted, his grip firm and reassuring.
‘C’mon, Itachi might not seem it, but he’s worried too.’
Sasuke wanted to sneer at that statement, to deny the fact
that his brother was worried about such a minor thing but then Naruto gave his
hand a slight squeeze and he was lost.
He found himself muttering ‘ all
right’.
Naruto gave him his usual wide grin and said, ‘Yosh! I’ll
help you park.’
Sasuke’s heart ached. Oh, how he had missed that smile.. If Naruto only knew how much he cared… would he leave
Itachi for him? He scowled at the thought.. fat chance. Itachi would hang on to Naruto just to be cruel,
for fun, like he had done on prom night when he had slept with his date,
Sakura. Not that Sasuke had liked Sakura.. but Itachi hadn’t known that.
He started the car and parked, listening to Naruto’s idle
chatter and wondering how he seemed so perky after an 18 hour flight. He sighed
as he stuffed the car keys in his pocket and cursed Naruto for coming with him.
If the blonde hadn’t insisted on accompanying him, Sasuke would have fled back
to the safety on his own house a long time ago. He had started to regret saying
yes as soon as he had given in to the blondes request.
How the hell was he going to handle one night with them..alone!?
Even Sasuke knew it wasn’t healthy.
On top of which, he couldn’t believe how casual Naruto was
being. His hands itched with the need to hurt something, or someone and Naruto
seemed like a good target. How could he act like Itachi was just another boy
friend? The blonde knew very well how Sasuke felt about his brother but yet he
had still gone ahead and fucking slept
with him. Had it been that easy for Naruto to forget the feelings he had had
for Sasuke all these years?
Oh god, and now he sounded like a girl. This really really sucked, he thought as he slammed the car door behind him and
started to walk towards the apartment.
He was almost bursting with the need grab Naruto by the
collar, push him into the wall and demand an explanation but he didn’t..After all it was him who had been the total idiot to
reject the blonde in the first place. Maybe he deserved this torture.
This revelation just made the whole situation even more
depressing and he rubbed his forehead, which was starting to ache. Its only one
night, he reasoned, he could make it without killing Itachi or hurting Naruto,
he had to –
‘Ne Sasuke, how have you been these three months?’
Sasuke glanced at his slightly shorter blonde friend, who
was walking beside him with only a few inches between them, almost crowding him
into the wall on the right. Sasuke frowned, it almost seemed like Naruto was
afraid he was going to run away . Which he would have,
Sasuke realised, if it wasn’t for the fact that Naruto was with him.
‘Fine,’ he replied. The need to ask him why was overwhelming but Sasuke forced himself to keep control . Yes he was
a bastard but he still had his pride. He was not going to break down and beg
Naruto to take him back.
‘I-’ Naruto began, sounding nervous, ‘I’m sorry I didn’t
call you for so long.’
All I get for not
picking up my calls for two months is a fucking sorry?! Sasuke thought, incredulous in his anger. The
temptation to hit something increased, but he still managed to say, ‘Doesn’t
matter.’ in the worst possible way that an Uchiha could. His Father would have
been proud. Huh, take that Uzumaki.
Naruto was silent as he continued walking and Sasuke glanced
a little to his left, watching the blonde closely for a reaction. He wasn’t so
surprised to see Naruto lips lift in a small sad smile.
‘It really doesn’t
matter huh?’ Naruto asked, his too casual tone not fooling the Uchiha
next to him. He felt a prickle of guilt , knowing he
had hurt the blonde but Sasuke found it easy to ignore when he hurt so much
himself.
‘Not really’ Sasuke continued, ‘I’m sure you had your… reasons.’
Truthfully Sasuke hadn’t meant the last word to come out like that. So full of contempt. Even he winced. If only Naruto could
know that it wasn’t for meant him, but himself. The stupid Uchiha who never
realised that the one he loved had always been right in front of him.
There was a tense silence, the painful kind. The kind of
silence when an expected apology for a hurtful remark never finds its way to a persons lips. Naruto still waited for it, but it never
came and for a moment Sasuke thought that the quiet was oppressive enough to
stop either of them from talking any more but he was wrong. Like he was wrong
about thinking that the blonde dobe might take longer than three fucking months
to get over what he proclaimed was the love of his life. He found it difficult
to stop the bitterness.
Naruto walked closer, their shoulders almost touching,
‘So you don’t even care about what those reasons are?’ his voice was soft
but it didn’t mean they were any less cruel.
Sasuke felt his heart ache.
What were they doing to each other?
He had never known Naruto to be deliberately this hurtful. He had to know what Sasuke felt. It was
obvious since the moment he spotted him and Itachi at the airport. Then why was the blonde doing this? Did he want this to get ugly? What was the
dobe gaining out of this?
Satisfaction that yes, Sasuke felt terrible that he was fucking his brother?
With his anger slowly recovering from the callous question,
Sasuke knew if he wanted to win this twisted game of theirs he would have to
stay calm and indifferent.
It was going to be difficult, but he was going to try
anyway.
‘No’ the Uchiha finally ground out, now painfully aware of
how close Naruto was. The blue eyes were narrowed and Sasuke desperately sought
for the familiar look of fondness and lust that had been directed at him so
many times before. But he couldn’t make out anything in the twilight. Sasuke
found himself losing the battle.
‘So you don’t even
care- ’ Naruto paused, giving him a calculated stare.
Both of them had stopped walking and were now face to face. Sasuke could hear
his heart slowly speeding up as the blonde took a step towards him, neither
pair of eyes leaving the other. Sasuke took an instinctive step backward,
dismayed to find his back hitting the wall. It only served to increase the
feeling of being trapped and Naruto’s small grin told him that the blonde knew
exactly what he was thinking.
It was almost in slow motion when Naruto leaned in, closing
the distance between them in less than a second. Sasuke tensed, prepared for
what could be either a fist or a kiss but instead Naruto whispered close to his
right ear, in a voice that sent a slight shiver down his spine,
‘So you don’t even care that
I’m fucking your brother?’
If the dobe meant to provoke him, then he had won. Before
Sasuke realised it his fist lashed out and hit Naruto squarely in the
face. Naruto stumbled a bit backward
from the force of the blow but he didn’t retaliate. He just massaged his jaw
and peered at Sasuke curiously, who looked like he was just about restraining
himself from hitting him again.
A triumphant grin reached Naruto’s face, ‘Itachi was right.’
he said, ‘You do care.’
Sasuke’s anger mushroomed at the mention of his brother’s
name, ‘No I don’t.’ he spat, enraged that
he had been tricked into losing control, ‘You know why
dobe? Because I know that Itachi is just using you for his
sick little game and by the end of it you’re just going to be thrown away like
the other stupid whores of his.’
Sasuke expected a punch or at least an insult for his last
line but again the dobe’s reaction confused him.
‘Is that what you really think?’ Naruto asked with a raised
eye brow, his
calmness serving only to infuriate the Uchiha more.
‘Do you know what else I think?’ he said, acid words
tumbling from his lips without his consent.
Naruto gave him a little smile, but the hard look in his
eyes negated it, ‘What else do you think Sasuke?’
‘At first I thought that Itachi was using you but then I realised - ’ Sasuke
paused, his heightened senses aware of the cold from the wall seeping through
his shirt and the fire that was directed towards him from the blonde only
inches away.
‘Realised what?’ Naruto asked. It was a challenge to
continue and Sasuke embraced it like a martyr does his noose.
Both of them knew what Sasuke was going to say next. He
fleetingly wondered what kind of masochists were they to let the conversation
spiral into this, but then all rational thought evaded him and the only thing
that registered was that the person responsible for his turmoil was standing in
front of him and the urge to hurt him was irresistible.
‘Then I realised that it was you who’s using Itachi.’ Sasuke smirked when he saw Naruto face contort with anger. ‘Did you find a good replac- ’ his words were cut off by a heavy blow to his face. Finally, said a little voice in his head
as pain laced his upper body. Before he knew it his limbs were already fighting
back, hungry for the contact he craved for.
Both men fell to the pavement in a flurry of kicks and
punches, grunts of victory and pain indistinguishable. Sasuke felt vindicated
with every fist that connected with flesh and the pain when he felt a rib crack
just made it easier to ignore the agony in his heart. They continued like this
for a few minutes, neither willing to back down until Sasuke felt a strong grip
on his collar, pulling him away from the bleeding blonde .
Furious,
he turned and raised his fist on the intruder who dared come
between them. He let out a growl of
victory when his fist connected with a face. And It
was only when he saw the livid features of his older brother that he realised
who exactly he had raised his hand on.
The grip on his collar tightened as he was hauled up to meet
his brothers almost red eyes. Sasuke struggled to get out of his grip, but his
brother’s hold made it difficult to breath, especially since his feet were
barely scraping the ground. They stared at each other for a whole second,
neither saying anything before Itachi snarled,
‘Apologise.’
Sasuke didn’t know whether Itachi was referring to himself
or Naruto but he didn’t care. If Itachi thought he was going to say sorry then
he could go burn himself in hell. The purpling bruise on Itachi’s jaw just made
Sasuke smirk, encouraging him to say the two childish words that he would
regret only later
on.
‘Fuck. Off .’
Itachi’s eyes narrowed to dangerous slits.
‘Itachi, wait!’ Naruto said, scrambling to his feet.
‘Shut up.’ his brother snapped at the blonde.
‘Don’t talk to him like that.’ Sasuke shot back, realising a moment
too late that he had crossed the line.
The last thing Sasuke
registered before he blacked out was the blurr of his brothers ringed fist and
Naruto’s shout of, ‘Shit!’
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A/N : This started out as an
attempt to write a ita/naru/sasu.. unfortunately... no
one wanted to share.. sigh.. . the
thing is that i wasnt sure whether a threesome would make the situation any
better..lol. but i can always
change it. so let me know if you want to read a
itasasunaru instead of just a narusasu./sasunaru
this is going to be a two shot. ^_^
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