The long awaited continuation of Brothers Share begins... okay, now you can start.

I got so many requests (practically every review) to write a second part to this story. This is by far my most popular oneshot, and I personally loved this story when I wrote it. So, I decided that I'd do a second installment. Read on, and enjoy the Uchiha loving to whatever extent you are capable of!

Warning: This is M for a reason, although despite the entirety of this chapter, nothing within it is particularly MA. Nothing too detailed, because, again, I don't write that stuff, but this is a little teeny bit more graphic than the last one. Just thought I'd put up a warning so no one can flame or nothing. There are mentions and implications of sex, so be forewarned!

Disclaimer: Yup, I still have no legal ownership of Naruto. I have come to terms with it after this long.

And so it begins... Or technically I should say "And so it ends..." Oh whatever, just get on with it folks. I really need to stop rambling.

BROTHERS SHARE 2

"Sasuke..."

"...Itachi."

And it proceeded from there in the form of a swift and mildly uncomfortable handshake. Sasuke discreetly wiped his hand on the back of his jeans.

"It's been a few days," He mumbled to his older brother, who, in turn, just nodded minutely and tucked his hands into his pockets.

The silence ambled along slower than a person wearing headphones while shopping at Wal-Mart. Itachi let out an uncharacteristic sigh and checked his expensive watch. The elevator beside the two brothers suddenly dinged, the doors sliding open, and with it came the delicious aroma of food. Sasuke grinned.

"I'm so sorry guys, my bus was running late and I got here as soon as I could." Itachi ruffled the hair on top of the elevator passenger's head and then placed a gentle kiss on her forehead.

"It's perfectly alright Hinata, we weren't waiting long, were we Sasuke?" Hinata strode past them, three boxed lunches in her arms as well as a various assortment of canisters and sides. She swiftly sat everything down on the coffee table in the room and began unpacking.

"It's been like 20 min-oof!" Sasuke rubbed his head and glared at Itachi, who picked the book he'd thrown at his brother up off the floor before approaching Hinata to assist her. Sasuke grit his teeth and hurried after him with only a mild curse muttered under his breath.

Hinata plopped herself down onto the plushy sofa and crossed her legs at the ankle with a quiet sigh. Once her boys had dug into their respective meals, she ran a hand through her tangled locks and settled down a little more comfortably in her seat, drawing her own meal into her lap and focusing her gaze on the large television screen in front of her.

She always enjoyed visiting Sasuke and Itachi while at work, seeing as how the people all throughout the building were always incredibly nice to her. Considering they thought she was their maid and was hired to cook meals and clean for them, they had no reason to be rude. Hinata smiled before taking a small bite of her sandwich and chewing slowly. If only they knew the truth.

Sasuke was finished first, as per usual, and made quick work of replacing the lid on all of his used Tupperware before getting quickly to his feet. He swiped at his face with a napkin, checked his watch and straightened his tie, then hustled over to Hinata. "It was delicious Hina, thanks again." She puckered her lips playfully and he chuckled under his breath before leaning down to kiss her gently. "I'll see you later." He hustled over to the elevator and pressed the button three times, tapping his foot against the ground impatiently. "Remember Itachi, I have her after work for dinner!"

The elevator doors opened with a quiet ding and he hustled inside, jamming the 'close doors' button immediately after stepping over the threshold. He glanced at his watch again, letting out a huff of air. He was going to be late getting back. Itachi waved his hand over his shoulder at his younger brother and took another bite of his rice.

"I remember Sasuke, don't worry so much." Hinata giggled quietly beside him and wiped her face with a napkin daintily. He smiled; she was just so adorable.

"So, Itachi, what're your plans for the afternoon? Anything in particular?" The timid woman sealed up her lunch containers and stacked them on the low-sitting coffee table in front of them before pulling her legs under her and facing Itachi. She propped her face up in her hands, elbows on her knees, and a gentle smile playing at her lips.

"I wanted to take you around town. Sasuke mentioned he had plans to take you somewhere nice tonight and I wanted to make sure you were well prepared." He took the small chocolate candy from his lunchbox and unwrapped it, setting it gently in his mouth and sucking on it slowly. She always remembered to put one in there, Itachi lived for sweets.

Hinata raised an eyebrow in question and scooted a little closer to the older gentleman. "You want to take me shopping?" He nodded slowly, swirling the candy in his mouth with his tongue. She grinned, her bright, almost white eyes lighting up with excitement. "Are you sure you can miss work?"

Itachi took her hand and got to his feet, smoothing out a wrinkle on the sleeve of his suit jacket. Tucking the fingers of her delicate hand into the front right pocket of his slacks and sliding the fingers of his free hand over the smooth skin of her cheek, he leaned in close to her and placed his forehead against hers. Her pale face lit up with a brilliant pink color, but her eyes never left his own, confidence-filled gaze. "I own the company Hinata. I feel like my boss is alright with me playing hooky." He kissed her, slowly, sensuously, tilting her head back and winding his long fingers into the hair at the nape of her neck. He pulled away from her a moment later and licked at his lips, observing her nervously down-turned eyes and pink cheeks. Success. "Let's go." He pulled her gently towards the elevator and away from the waiting room for his office.

She just followed behind him obediently, hurrying along to keep up with his brusque pace, all the while sucking on the tootsie roll that had been sneakily slipped past her swollen lips. "Little weasel," She mumbled to herself. Itachi chuckled.

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"You know you don't need to subject yourself to this, Itachi. I do have a few nice things I could wear tonight if you'd rather go somewhere else." Hinata did another turn in front of the mirror, pulling at the hem of the dress she was wearing and watching her hair spin around her as she did so. Itachi's left eye twitched.

"No, this is fine." Ignore them. He kept willing himself to turn a blind eye to the murderous gazes aimed at Hinata. Damn vultures.

A young saleswoman with brilliantly blonde hair waltzed over to them, her eyes made up with thick lines of dark charcoal and her lips painted a vibrant red that matched her nails and blouse. Itachi rolled his eyes at her. "Can I help you two with anything?" Her voice grated on his nerves, but for Hinata's sake he just ignored the question altogether. She pouted and turned her attention to her actual customer.

Hinata grinned brightly over her shoulder at the woman, oblivious to the undeniable hatred radiating off of her. "No thanks Miss, I think I'm alright." She all but skipped back into the dressing room to try on something else, obviously enjoying herself, and Itachi smirked.

Brushing past the huffy young woman that was doing her damnedest to seduce him with her seizure-like eyelash fluttering with barely a mumbled "Excuse me," Itachi walked steadily towards the changing room. He brushed aside the curtain and stepped inside, made sure that no one else was around, before locating the cubby-like area that Hinata had selected.

The curtain swung open, and Hinata jumped out of her skin seeing the tall, dark, and handsome man she immediately recognized looming over the entrance like a vampire. If the light above them would only start flickering, she could really see some great humor in this. Or at least a possible cosplay.

"I-Itachi! You scared me."

He smiled smugly at her and leaned in closer. "Good." He stepped inside and took a seat on the chair in the corner of the room.

Hinata crossed her arms in front of her and glared at him weakly. "Are you just gonna watch me?" He nodded and she frowned. "Who said you could?" He shrugged. Why you little! Arrogant bastard! She poked his nose and turned away from him, silently fuming.

His deep voice rumbled from behind her, his words slow and precise. "It's been so long since I've seen you Hina, why won't you just show me?" She could hear the underlying tone of humor in his voice, like he was teasing her. She clenched her hands into fists and spun around, perfectly prepared to yell- or at least as close to yelling as she could get -at the older man.

He caught her wrist in his much larger hand and brought her to him, forcing her to sit straddling one of his thighs. Itachi smirked, unable to tell if the blush on her face was from anger or embarrassment. "Let me go Itachi." He kissed her neck and childishly shook his head. "Itachi!" Hinata chastised, her fingers gripping tightly to his shoulders in an attempt to push herself off of him.

"I love it when you say my name." The poor girl was practically steaming, her anger long-since having flown out the window along with most of her intelligible thoughts. Her bare thigh brushed over the apex of his legs, and Itachi moaned lowly from deep in his chest.

Hinata's grip tightened on his biceps as his fingers raced to unbutton his pants. "H-Here?!" She looked around wildly and frantically at the three walls of the small changing room and the flimsy curtain behind them.

"Here," Itachi grunted out, pulling a small and familiar object from his pocket. He rolled on the condom before capturing her face in his incredibly warm hands. He kissed her nose to calm her, then her lips gently. She smiled weakly in assurance, expecting the typical kind words Itachi always used to reassure her before they began. His gentle smile suddenly spun into the sexiest smirk she'd ever seen, the man practically oozing charisma and confidence as he aligned her over himself. She bit her lip as he slid in, letting out a sudden breath of air and whimpering quietly. "Don't worry, Hinata." She wrapped her legs around him the best she could.

Itachi looked into her eyes, his hands on her thighs and the dress she had on bunched up over her hips, the rest of her clothes in a pile in the corner of the room where she'd dumped them earlier. "I'll try not to make you scream too loud."

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"She'll take these."

Damn him.

"Will that be cash or credit, sir?"

Damn the cocky bastard.

"Cash."

Fucking jackass.

"Is she alright?"

Itachi...

Itachi smirked and settled his arm around Hinata's shoulders, kissing the top of her head. "She's fine." More than fine, he secretly added with an inward laugh.

Hinata pinched his ass hard. Her shirt was all wrinkled whereas, once upon a time, it had been ironed smoothly. She was commando underneath her skirt seeing as how Itachi had refused to let her have her underwear back once he'd had his way with her. She glared at the man holding her. Bastard.

"I love you too, Hina." Her eyes widened. Had she said that out loud? "No, I'm just good like that." She inwardly panicked, holy crap! He openly laughed at her.

"I hate you Itachi." He ran his eyes over her slowly and she stuck her tongue out at him.

"No you don't." He held her hand as they walked out of the store, ambling along the street as they walked the few blocks back to Itachi's office building. Hinata sighed, he was right after all.

Her legs felt like jelly by the time they'd made it back and a bite mark on her shoulder was throbbing dully, but she wasn't one to complain. One look at Itachi's handsome face and that almost nonexistent smile and she was gone. A wave of bliss settled over her and she squeezed his hand a little tighter.

"Oi! You two are late." Sasuke got up from his seat in the bustling foyer of the building and hurried over to the two of them. He took Hinata's free hand in his own and kissed her wrist. "Where were you?"

"Shopping," Itachi said, handing the dress bag over to his younger brother. "I remembered you saying something about having reservations for tonight and I wanted our little Hina to look her best."

Sasuke smiled appreciatively. "Good idea." He swung his and Hinata's conjoined hands idly. "Better get back to work old man, we'll be seeing you later." Itachi nodded, placed a gentle kiss on Hinata's cheek and then released her hand. He disappeared into the crowd of workers. Sasuke turned to face the ruffled young woman at his side and chuckled. "Care to tell me exactly what happened to you?" He led her out into the cool evening air and waited on the curb to call a cab.

"Your brother can be very convincing." Hinata ran a hand through her hair. Sasuke snickered.

"We have about an hour before the reservation I made for dinner, so I'll take you back to your place so you can primp." He adjusted the bag he had slung over his shoulder. "I need to dress down a little bit, I hate wearing this damn monkey suit."

Hinata smiled up at the younger man and leaned against him in an attempt to steal his body heat. "But you look so sexy." Her voice was quiet, but she knew he had heard her when he stiffened. If she looked up, she knew there'd be a subtle blush in place on his face that he'd deny existed till the day he died. A cab pulled up to the curb in front of them, and he opened the door for her.

The ride home was silent, but comfortably so. Hinata played with the fingers on Sasuke's left hand before eventually just lacing them with her own comfortably.

Sasuke had the driver stop at her door and the two of them got out, the taxi driving off shortly after Sasuke had paid him. The sound of the motor faded into the distance just as he'd walked her to her door. She fumbled with numb fingers to fit her key into the slot and was eventually rewarded with the click of the lock coming undone. She was stopped by the sound of Sasuke's voice just as she stepped into her foyer.

"Hinata, I haven't gotten a kiss from you today," Sasuke said, his voice taking on a tone not unlike his brother's when he was teasing.

"Yes you have, I kissed you earlier you dope." She went to shut the door, but his strong arm held it open, and she sighed. "Fine, just one kiss. Then I need to go get ready or I'll never be done in time." He nodded happily.

Sasuke cupped her face in his hands gently and lowered his lips to hers. Her hands slid around the tall young man's shoulders, her fingers tugging firmly at his hair. In a rare moment of good humor, Sasuke wrapped his arms around her and dipped her lowly, chuckling against her lips when she squeaked in surprise and clutched tighter to him.

He righted her and released her with a quiet hum of satisfaction. "I'll see ya in just a bit young lady, don't have too much fun without me." Sasuke turned and practically skipped down her porch steps.

The fog that was blurring Hinata's rational thought cleared instantaneously and she shook her fist after the boy that had sprinted across her front lawn. "Young lady?! I'm two years older than you. Get back here you punk! Uchiha, yeah I'm talking to you!" She deflated when she heard his rare laughter echoing loudly down the street, and eventually gave in to laughing herself. Oh well, time to go get ready anyways.

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Hinata lowered herself into the sleek black mustang and buckled the seat belt. The car shook as Sasuke fell into place beside her. He turned the key in the ignition and started out of the parking garage, a toothpick caught between his teeth. "So, enjoy it?"

She nodded exuberantly. "I'm not too adventurous with many things, but I'm always up for new foods. It was all delicious." Hinata was just glad she hadn't even caught a glimpse of the bill.

"I'm glad," Sasuke said quietly, a comfortable silence settling over the two of them for a few minutes before he broke it by clearing his throat. "Ya know, Itachi won't be back for another hour..." He left the rest of the unspoken words hanging.

Hinata felt the sudden urge to tease the younger Uchiha. She'd become so comfortable with the two of them over the past year. "I'm aware." Sasuke looked at her from the corner of his eye just as he turned the vehicle onto their street. "Did you have something in mind?"

"Nothing in particular I suppose," He mumbled around his toothpick when he pulled into his driveway. She opened her door and stepped out into the chilly evening air, rubbing her hands up and down her arms to will away the goosebumps. She followed him to the front door and waited while he unlocked it. "I guess we'll wait for him to come home and then we'll all watch a movie or something."

A demure smile played at her lips as she stepped inside after him. That extra glass of wine at dinner was really making her feel light-headed. "I suppose so." Sasuke turned to close and lock the door, but froze when he felt her press against him from behind. "You may not have any plans until Itachi gets home, but I sure do." He swallowed audibly and allowed the older woman to drag him by his arm to one of the bedrooms in the back of the house.

"Hinata, this is Itachi's room." Sasuke's lips met hers and he pulled away from them with a small nip. Her breath smelled of wine and her lips were so warm and soft. Her hands were busily unbuttoning his shirt and her fingers dipped under his belt to untuck it. His breath hitched. He was suddenly pushing her in the direction of the bed and all but tearing the zipper off of her soft, blue dress in his rush to get it off of her. Sasuke breathed heavily against her lips, and smirked at the blush that adorned her cheeks. "Forget it, I'll deal with him later. Fuck it." His bare chest rubbed deliciously against her own, and Hinata mewled quietly when he climbed fully on top of her and settled between her legs.

Sasuke hitched one of her legs around his waist and brought her hand down to the buckle of his pants in a silent request to undo them. Pressing her into the soft mattress of his brother's bed, he spoke against her lips. "Although, I'm a little more into the idea of fucking you right now than anything else. I really ought to get you drunk more often."

Hinata cried out under him, her back arching, as she silently agreed when he began thrusting.

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The house was silent and dark when Itachi opened the front door. He cautiously shut the door behind him and took his shoes off before stepping into the living room. Light drifted in through the blinds on the window from a lamppost in the back yard and a clock that was on top of the television ticked in a quiet steady rhythm. It was eerily silent.

"Hello?" Itachi ventured further into the house, walking down the hallway that led to Sasuke's room, but when he checked it was empty. "His car was here, maybe they went down to Hina's house." He opened the door to his bedroom, briefcase in hand. "Oh, God," Itachi said loudly.

"Shuddup Itachi!" Sasuke threw a pillow at his brother, who narrowly avoided the missile, and sat up in bed, the sheets covering his waist. Hinata slept deeply beside him.

"Goddamnit Sasuke, in my bed?!" Itachi ran a hand over his face tiredly.

"Like you mind," Sasuke said, amused. Itachi grinned wickedly behind his hand, dropped his briefcase and moved to pull his shirt off.

"You didn't even wait for me," He said with a smirk as he stalked around the bed to wake his sleeping princess, Sasuke's expression a perfect twin of his own. Hinata's eyes fluttered open, and she sat up quickly, holding the sheet over her chest when she saw both brothers approaching her like felines.

"Happy anniversary, Hinata." Itachi's knee dipped into the bed beside her and Sasuke's hands pushed her down to the mattress by her shoulders. She blushed.

"Good God."

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The End... For real this time!

1. Oh my gosh! This was so much fun for me to write. I hope this satisfies all of the requests for me to make a second chapter about their interactions following the 'Brothers Share' rule. Gotta love the Uchiha brothers.

I hope this lives up to your expectations loves, because I loved this so much.

Read and Review, please! Every little comment makes my day that much better, even if it's just "Loved it" or "Enjoyed this, great work." I look forward to hearing your thoughts. Love, AMB11!