A/N: This is all Fangirlandiknowit's fault, somebody prompted her with this idea on Tumblr and she made me write this… *puppy eyes*
And yes I had a lot of fun with it :D Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Characters ain't mine.
"I'm not going."
"Yes you are."
"Ha, no I'm not."
"Yes, you are. Shisui!"
Sasuke's eyes widened and he tried burrowing under the sheets, to no avail. A pair of strong hands pulled him up by the ankles as he grabbed for his pillow.
"Leave me the fuck alone you sonofabitches I'm trying to fucking sleep here!" he roared, blindly waving his pillow as he was unceremoniously dragged around the room towards the bathroom.
"If we had to go with you all the way up the Sugar Loaf to breathe that stinky air(1), you are damn well going to the beach with us today," Itachi said, throwing Sasuke a bunch of clothing and closing the door. "You have five minutes, and don't worry about sunscreen, we've got it."
Five minutes later, a very pissed off Uchiha Sasuke came out of the bathroom in dark blue knee length loose swim trunks, a white tee and blue flip-flops. He sneered as he grabbed his sunglasses and the navy blue explorer hat with the Sugar Loaf symbol.
The three of them left the apartment after a quick breakfast.
Itachi had planned the trip for six months. He and Shisui had been dating for five years already, and when his lover had been sent to oversee the Latin American branch of Uchiha Co., Itachi had at first been happy, then moody, then impossible to live with, so Sasuke had agreed for his mother's sanity to accompany his brother on a visit.
And although Itachi was as ecstatic as an Uchiha could get, Sasuke had already had a couple near-panic attacks just from the sheer chaos that this country was compared to Japan.
First, nobody spoke Japanese. Or English. But they thought they did. Thank gods Shisui spoke their damn language, or else they'd be screwed.
Second, Sasuke had psychologically prepared himself to go to the middle of the jungle, but Rio wasn't in the middle of the jungle. It was a huge-ass metropolis with horrible traffic, chaotic, dirty streets, and loud – oh, so damn loud – people with no regard for personal space whatsoever.
And it was hot. So. Damn. Hot. All. The. Time.
The sights were amazing, though. He had wanted to go up the Sugar Loaf for them, and it was worth the trouble. He had also made plans to visit a couple of museums, so he knew he'd have to compromise.
And unlike Tokyo, at least in the neighborhood Shisui lived nobody seemed to care about open displays of affection between people of the same sex. According to Shisui, after same-sex marriage had become legal in Brazil the levels of prejudice had lowered a lot in the larger cities, especially in those states where acts of discrimination against the LGBT population were illegal.
Half an hour of walking and quite a few reais(2) later they were comfortably sitting under a parasol at the beach in Post 9, Ipanema.
At nine am the beach wasn't quite full yet, but the sun was already blinding. Sasuke pulled a paperback from the bag they had brought along.
"You're shitting me," Shisui said, shaking his head at him.
"I told you, I don't like the sun," Sasuke retorted, already feeling irritated from the heat.
"Best gay beach in the whole country and dude is going to read like a retired grandpa instead of socializing. Thank gods I got the sane brother," Shisui grumbled as he and Itachi stood and took their shirts off.
"Sasuke's practicing for his old age, don't mind him," Itachi said, and Sasuke flipped him the finger.
The youngest Uchiha spent some time reading, and then raised his eyes for a moment.
He did a double take at the scene in front of him.
"Holy shit," he whispered, unconsciously biting on the left temple of his sunglasses after taking them off.
An incredibly built blonde was coming out of the water in his direction, the water droplets flying around as he shook his head. Sasuke watched, mesmerized, as more droplets glinted under the sun, sliding from a perfect tan neck and torso, down to bright green, stupidly short, tight swimming briefs that left hardly anything to the imagination.
Sasuke bit his lower lip as the man raised his arms to throw his hair back.
He was startled by two fingers poking his forehead.
"Keep it cool, otouto," Itachi murmured, before taking a seat beside him.
Sasuke was about to retort when an ice-cold bottle of water fell on his groin.
"What the fuck Shisui!" he growled instead.
"That," Shisui pointed to the water, "is for mini-Sasuke," he said with a smirk.
"Who's mini-Sasuke?" a husky voice asked in somewhat antiquated Japanese, and Sasuke sputtered, hurriedly crossing his legs as he saw the blonde god approach their parasol.
"Yo, Naruto!" Shisui fist-bumped the blond. "Naruto, Itachi, Sasuke. I've told you about Itachi, Sasuke is his younger brother. Itachi and Sasuke, Uzumaki Naruto, our Brazilian PR," he introduced them, and the blonde shook hands with Itachi first, before giving Sasuke a slow once-over and offering his hand to him.
"Aren't you kind of young to be in such a high position?" Sasuke asked before he took the blond's hand. The man looked about twenty-four, his own age, and he had just got his own bachelor's degree.
"College education is different in Brazil, we go straight for bachelor's degree," Naruto explained, shaking Sasuke's hand firmly and looking directly at him with a hungry gaze. "I graduated two years ago, been with the branch since it opened."
"Oh," Sasuke muttered, unaware that he himself was pretty much eating the other with his eyes as well.
Shisui and Itachi shared a knowing smirk, and Itachi cleared his throat.
"So Naruto-kun, Shisui says your dad is Japanese?" he asked.
"Yeah, born in Japan, raised here. And my maternal grandfather was British," Naruto nodded. "If you're wondering about my coloring, dad's albino, so I came out like this. Oooh, mate(3)!" he exclaimed, and turned around to call the vendor.
Sasuke's eyes immediately zeroed on the blond's ass, and he nearly choked on his own spit, for on the back of his swimming shorts was a bright yellow stamp written "Made in Brazil".
'Best fucking eye-candy in the entire trip, had to be a damn moron, may Shinigami take me now' he thought, scowling. Said scowl didn't last too long, though, as the blond moved a few feet to pay for his mate, his firm ass cheeks and back muscles drawing Sasuke's entire attention.
He quickly recomposed himself as Naruto turned back and sat down on an orange beach towel with green flip flops on top that had seemingly sprouted out of nowhere.
"Are you sure you'll drink that? Doesn't look hygienic," Sasuke asked haughtily, making a face at the plastic cup.
"Thank you for worrying, but it's as hygienic as the water you're drinking," Naruto said, opening the aluminum cover, before muttering something in Portuguese that made Shisui and Itachi smirk, and Sasuke, completely out of the loop, squint at him.
"What was that?"
"Hmmm? Oh, nothing."
Sasuke narrowed his eyes more. "It's not polite to use a language other people can't understand, usuratonkachi."
The blond gave him a long look.
"Wait, did you just call me a light hammer?" he asked in English.
"Hn."
Naruto snorted, and shook his head. "I just commented on your lack of manners, but I guess I need to take into consideration your inventiveness when it comes to insults; I've never heard that one before. So," he addressed the other two men, who were barely holding their snickers, "how about a round of volley? Guys over there seem to need a hand."
And just like that, Sasuke was left alone and speechless, watching as the three men went to play with a few others on a makeshift beach volley court nearby.
Sasuke mulled the previous attempt at conversation while watching Naruto play under the sun. His anger didn't last long, though.
The youngest Uchiha just knew he was in trouble, as he watched all that golden skin jumping up and down, those thick thighs, that round butt and chiseled back. Sasuke was also fit, but he was a more ectomorph body type, taller and less bulky than the blond, who wasn't all that shorter than him either, an inch or two. Enough to force him to look up to see his eyes when they were standing next to each other, though. Oh, how Sasuke would enjoy looking down at that face… especially as he slid down to his knees and…
"Otouto," Itachi whispered on Sasuke's ear, and the youngest Uchiha swallowed a yelp, slapping his hand over his heart. "Would you like another cold bottle of water before we leave for lunch?"
Sasuke gritted his teeth and looked at his grinning brother. "No, thanks. I think the fright you gave me is enough."
"Oh, well. Let's pack then."
They had lunch at one of the restaurants across the street from the beach, both Itachi and Sasuke noticing that people didn't even dress up properly before having lunch, basically just throwing a shirt or a short dress over their beach wear before sitting at the tables in the open area.
'What the hell is wrong with me?' Sasuke thought as they waited for their order. 'I can't believe I'm getting this horny over a moron with no sense of propriety whatsoever, who'd sit at a restaurant in a damn orange wide open short-sleeve linen shirt and oh my gods I can see chest hair and it's all bleached from the sun…'
He raised his eyes and was sucked into a smoldering blue gaze.
Itachi and Shisui openly stared at the two men, who stayed oblivious to their surroundings until the waiter came with their orders.
Naruto excused himself to wash his hands, and left the three Uchihas alone at the table.
Fifteen minutes later, Sasuke took a deep, slow, resolute breath.
"Itachi," he called, and turned to his brother, "I am going to do something completely reckless and very stupid, which I'll entirely blame on the sun, the heat, the alcohol-"
"You're not even drinking, otouto," Itachi commented, and Sasuke grabbed his brother's beer glass, emptying it in one long gulp and slamming it on the table.
"Satisfied?"
Itachi nodded, his lips twitching in amusement while Shisui rested his face in one hand.
"Good. Not a word about this, then."
"I am not firing the guy, he's the best PR in the entire company, so don't you complain to me later," Shisui warned, and Sasuke nodded as he got up and left hurriedly after the blond.
"Looks like Mother and Kushina's little gamble paid off," Itachi said, and started to laugh.
"You think Sasuke and Naruto will be too mad if they find out we set them up?"
"We? Who's we? I'm not telling, and you keep your mouth shut, mister, or it'll be you dealing with those two scheming witch- er, ladies."
Sasuke entered the bathroom and dragged the blond into the first open stall, closing the latch while pushing him onto the toilet and straddling his hips.
"You were waiting for me," he growled, and the blond nodded, pulling him in for a hungry, open-mouthed kiss.
They battled tongues and clashed their teeth while grabbing furiously at each other's bodies for a couple of minutes, until Naruto broke the kiss, panting.
"I don't usually do this kind of thing," he breathed, and gasped as Sasuke sucked the skin under his ear.
"Me neither," muttered the Uchiha, before nibbling on his earlobe, "call it temporary insanity."
"Mhmm… heatstroke," Naruto agreed, and pulled the brunet in for another kiss.
They jumped a little with the sound of a door banging closed, and nodded at each other in silent agreement, before quickly leaving the restaurant.
Sasuke could honestly say he had never felt this exhilarated and horny in his life. He followed the blond across the street, to an orange and red Harley D Fat Boy equipped with saddlebags, and stood there gaping while Naruto handed him a pair of soft loafers and a red helmet.
"Who the hell carries extra shoes on their bike?" Sasuke asked, while slipping them on and putting his sandals on one of the bags.
"It's illegal to ride bikes without them," Naruto explained, while helping the Uchiha with his helmet. Only then did the brunet notice he was also wearing loafers and a pair of sweatpants instead of the tight swimwear.
"Well, aren't you the Goody Two-Shoes then," Sasuke said with a smirk.
"Shut up before you make me lose my boner," the Uzumaki scolded him, and snickered.
They took to the street, and at the second red light they came across Sasuke felt Naruto move a little and lower his hands from his waist to his crotch.
'Is he serious?' he asked himself, and the blond pushed his palm firmly against the hardness there. 'Holy fuck he is serious!' he gaped, but tentatively began to stroke, as they started moving again.
'I can't believe I'm rubbing a guy's dick while riding a motorcycle(4)! And I called him Goody Two-Shoes!'
Sasuke didn't know if it was the adrenaline, the fact that he was pressed so closely behind the man that whenever they passed a bump his own erection rubbed against his back, or the sheer lewdness of the act he was performing, but he knew if they didn't get to wherever they were going soon, he was going to come in public on top of that bike.
And then at another red light Naruto pushed his right hand under his sweatpants, and Sasuke shivered as he felt his fingers come in contact with hard flesh – surprisingly, much larger than he expected. But then, some were showers when others were growers.
He knocked on the Uzumaki's helmet with his left hand. "Usuratonkachi, are you trying to make me bust your nut in public?"
The blond laughed, and put the bike in motion again.
'Is that how it is?' Sasuke thought, completely livid, his heartbeat quickening. 'Fine, then, if we die I swear I'll kick this idiot's ass all the way to hell!'
He resolutely grabbed the blond's thick cock and started pumping it, shivering with every motion, too horny and curious to stop, but also terrified of what he was doing.
'If Itachi ever hears about this he'll lock me up in the loony bin and throw out the key…'
His thumb circled the swollen head and gathered some of the precum there to spread it on the sensitive skin under it, shivering again when it twitched.
A few minutes later, by which Sasuke had gone from shocked to horny and then to seriously impressed, they entered a building by its underground garage.
The Uchiha got off the bike in a lustful daze, and didn't protest when Naruto took off his helmet for him, before pulling him into a harsh kiss and dragging him to the elevator.
As soon as they entered it, Sasuke turned around and pushed his ass against the blond's groin.
"I like the way you think," Naruto whispered, and licked under his ear.
"Who says I'm thinking? My body is moving on its own, I left my brain back at the beach," Sasuke retorted, earning a hearty laugh from the Uzumaki, who slipped his tanned left hand under his trunks.
Now, Uchiha upbringing demanded that he observed proper behavior in a public setting, but what with the previous incident in Naruto's bike and the hand job being currently performed in his pants Sasuke simply decided it was too much work to call Itachi and Shisui to bring him his brain and he'd just enjoy the thrill of the risk instead.
He was at the brink of orgasm by the time they reached the ninth floor, and growled in frustration when the chime sounded and Naruto let go of him.
He must've been scowling terribly, because the blond started laughing again as he walked towards a door and unlocked it.
"Don't mind the mess," Naruto said in true Brazilian form(5) as they entered, and both of them took their shoes off, to Sasuke's silent approval – most people didn't have that particular habit in the country and it made him very uncomfortable to walk around in people's homes wearing shoes.
The living room was large and aired, but aside from a denim-covered, comfortable looking couch and a hammock in a corner near the window there was very little furniture.
Naruto moved from the door to embrace the Uchiha's waist from behind, licking his neck and making him shiver before slowly undressing him.
Sasuke squeezed his eyes closed as the blond slowly made his way licking and biting his back while groping, pressing, pinching and caressing his chest and abs. He felt his skin burn wherever it was touched, and that in turn caused his muscles to contract, making breath difficult.
"Hah!" he gasped as Naruto bit his ass while at the same time grabbing for his cock. Standing upright on wobbly knees was becoming impossible by now, and he bent over to lock his hands over them, only to scream wantonly when the man behind him lewdly latched his mouth over his asshole and sucked hard at the skin.
"Oh shit… oh fuck! The fuck are you doing, idiot?" the Uchiha protested between gasps.
"Mmmnn? Sorry, couldn't resist your clean shaven ass," Naruto said, standing, and Sasuke yelled a curse as he was pulled up. "Make yourself at home, you prissy bastard," he laughed. "Where do you want us to do this?"
Sasuke panted, and looked at the hammock again. Oh well, when in Hell you should dance with the devil, wasn't that what people said? So he wordlessly motioned his head that way, and he swore he could feel the heat of the grin in the Uzumaki's lips.
"Bold," Naruto said, and closed Sasuke's eyes with one hand. "Don't move," he said before moving away.
Now, Sasuke wouldn't normally obey anyone's commands like that, but since the blond had been able to pretty much drive him crazy with lust until now, he decided to deal with the sensation of being vulnerable for once. Which, he had to admit, was something new and added to his horny state of being at the moment.
He heard the sound of footsteps passing in front of him and things being put down on the hardwood floor, and footsteps again, this time in his direction. His dick twitched with anticipation and the blond delivered, grabbing him in for a bruising kiss and pressing their naked bodies together before pulling him forward.
"I'm gonna fuck you so hard, Sasuke," Naruto breathed on his ear, turning him around and lowering him down across the hammock before kneeling between his legs and caressing the inside of his thighs before slipping on a condom.
"Sto-stop fucking teasing me, damn stupid blond," Sasuke moaned, and Naruto laughed before coating his fingers from a large squeeze bottle. "What's that?"
"Silicone oil(6). Don't give me that look, bastard, I use it on my latex clothing too," Naruto answered, giving him a lopsided smirk.
Sasuke's eyes glazed and his eyebrows went up at the mental image. "That's hot," he muttered, and moaned as he felt a finger brush his pucker. "Don't… don't prepare me too much, I like," he paused, licked his lips, and took a deep breath to swallow back any lingering reservations, "I like feeling stuffed."
Naruto blushed and gave him such a heated look, he was afraid the blond would spontaneously combust right there. "Fuck, that… that's hot," he said, and pushed two fingers in. "Like this?"
Sasuke threw his head back and moaned. "Hurry up, idiot," he grunted, raising his legs and opening them as wide as he could.
"You're lucky I really like pushy bottoms, asshole," Naruto whispered in a husky voice, and Sasuke locked his ankles behind him as he began slowly, carefully swinging him back and forth on the hammock, pushing inside the brunet further with every swing. "You like this?"
"Ah, hah, ngh," Sasuke panted, "fucking love it," he drawled as Naruto finally finished settling fully inside him, and grabbed the blond's shoulders, pulling him in for a kiss. "Move."
"Now? You sure you don't want to wait a little bit? I'm sort of large, ya know."
Sasuke gave him a challenging look. "I said move. Unless you're too afraid to fuck a real man, bibiri-kun."
Blue eyes narrowed, and Naruto huffed, before pushing him almost all the way off his dick, and slamming into him, aided by the hammock's momentum. "Aaaaahhh fuck, yeah!" Sasuke screamed, his head hanging over the other side of the hammock, his hands grabbing on Naruto's hair for dear life as they began a violent rhythm.
The Uchiha could quite reasonably say he had never been pounded so hard or felt so stuffed full of hot, wide man meat up his ass in his life. The blond didn't even need to change angles to hit his prostate, his dick was that thick. It was so good it felt almost an out of body experience, and he couldn't control his face as it contorted into blissful grins and frowns of pure unadulterated pleasure.
"I'm gonna imprint my dick's shape inside you for calling me a scaredy-cat, teme," Naruto growled, and Sasuke's back arched up, the Uchiha shouting out as he came.
Sasuke wasn't given time to come down from his high, though, because the blond kept pistoning into him like a sex machine. The brunet looked down at his own dick, still proudly up as if the recent orgasm hadn't even happened, and felt as if his insides were melting around that burning rod driving mercilessly inside, creating unholy, delicious and almost unbearable friction.
He must've given something away with his features, because Naruto raised the bottle of lubricant and drizzled it over his hole, pushing it in while pounding, and Sasuke breathed out a relieved huff, pulling him closer with his legs and purring in contentment as the blond slowed down, leaning over him and licking the cum off his chest while thrusting lazily, sometimes rolling his hips to add variety to his movements.
By the time Sasuke had his third orgasm he was ready to elope with the blond idiot. The Uzumaki was on his second condom already and giving no indication of stopping whatsoever, they had gone from hammock, to wall, to couch and were now on the floor, the Uchiha being driven to the bedroom on hands and knees by Naruto's forceful thrusts while having his hair used as makeshift reins, both men insulting, moaning and encouraging each other in their lust-filled madness.
"You're… aaahhhh… fucking insane, hahahaha… nnnnnnnnngh," Sasuke half- laughed, half-mumbled breathlessly after the Uzumaki entered him again after having just raised and tossed him on his bed.
"All your fault, hah… sexy bastard," Naruto grunted, and dove in for a kiss, sucking the Uchiha's tongue until it began hurting.
"Mmmnh," Sasuke protested, and the blond let his mouth go, looking down at him with twinkling blue eyes, as if studying his face. "What?"
Naruto smiled, and turned them around. "You're beautiful."
Sasuke raised his upper body and rolled his hips. "Am I?" he asked, tilting his head.
Blonde eyelids fluttered, and tan hands roamed up his torso. "Yeah. I could spend the rest of my life doing this," Naruto mumbled, and gave him another huge, lazy smile.
The Uchiha felt a little butterfly flutter on his stomach, pinched the blond's nipples for daring to give him such a fluffy feeling, and moaned when Naruto arched his back, purring. "Do that again, bastard."
Sasuke started rolling his hips and pulling Naruto's nipples in tandem.
"Harder," the Uzumaki moaned, and started stroking the brunet's cock with his right hand while grabbing at his hips with the left. "Aaaahhhhh yeah, make it hurt," he groaned, and Sasuke complied, twisting and pulling harder and harder, as he felt another orgasm coiling inside him. "Fuuuuuck, so good, bastard, pull my tits harder!"
'Holy shit he's a pain slut too, I think I'm in love', he thought, and heaved the blond up by his nipples as he came all over his hand, Naruto throwing his head back and screaming his own second orgasm, before they fell back on the bed in a heap of boneless limbs.
It took them quite a while to disentangle from each other. When they finally moved up to rest their heads on the pillows, Sasuke turned on his side, a question popping on his head.
"Why don't you taste all salty? I saw you getting off the water at the beach," he mumbled sleepily, and Naruto laughed heartily.
"Your brain finally coming back on?" he pulled the Uchiha to his side, and kissed the top of his head. "Public shower was right across the street from where we had lunch, I ran over there and washed up," he explained, "didn't know if we were going to stay there or leave or whatever but I'm not keen on letting sand dry on my particulars. And then I went to the restaurant's bathroom to wait for you 'cause I thought you'd think that's where I went in the first place."
"Hn. Resilient and thoughtful… mmmnnn might just wrap you up and take you home w'me…" Sasuke mumbled, smiling, before falling asleep to the sound of Naruto's snickering.
A/N:
1. As rich in greenery as it is, Rio de Janeiro is still a metropolis, so after many days without rain the air on top of the Sugar Loaf stinks a bit. The view is fantastic, though.
2. Brazilian currency, about 3 for a dollar.
3. Mate, also known as yerba mate, is a traditional South American beverage. It is consumed in various ways, and at the beach vendors sell it ice-cold, either canned or, more commonly, in sealed plastic cups.
4. Ok now girls and boys, DO NOT do that in real life, ok? This authoress does not condone reckless riding.
5. Yup most of us do apologize for the mess when we get visitors even if the house is spic and span.
6. Health-grade Silicone oil is the bee's knees for polishing latex, not only as a personal lube.